Getting Wet (Aqua TG) (Patreon)

Miles stared at a long list of drinks, unsure which one to get. He had made a big show of his birthday, having just turned 21, no one else seemingly as amused with his age as the bouncer checked his ID and moved him forwards, the bar mostly indifferent to him. He had been hoping for a bit more of a reaction, maybe some camaraderie, but most of the people were just looking to get piss drunk and complain about the shit year they were having. He had been hoping for a more festive atmosphere for his first time drinking legally, but his friends would arrive... in an hour. Oh, he really had been eager hadn't he? Well he'd be tipsy by the time they got here so the fun would be even better then, now if he could just pick a drink...

Eventually Miles decided on the weirdest sounding one, most of them flashy like the Kamikaze or labeled with descriptions of the flavor and mixes, but near the bottom in blue type was one simply labeled, "Useless Shot: For livening up the party" in arial type.

"Uh, could I get the Useless Shot?"

The bartender didn't respond, and Miles wasn't used to ordering yet, so he waited another minute before repeating it, this time louder as the bartender turned around and nodded, seemingly happy as he set a full bottle of, um, actually Miles wasn't sure what it was, maybe Sake? Japanese wine? It wasn't what he was expecting but he could hardly complain for the price he got it at. The cork was popped open and out flowed a syrupy blue mix that bubbled with a strong alcoholic tinge to it and fruity accents that were enough to make Miles's head swim, his scalp feeling tingly as he scratched at it, already giving a goofy grin. He wasn't sure how it was meant to liven up a party, but he was definitely excited to give it a go, trying to look cool as he took the glass and tried to down it in one go, not ready for the strong burn as it slid down his throat, most of it coming back up as he coughed a glass worth of booze all over his clothes with a warbly gasp.

"Hkk! Ahhh what the- ohhhh~?"

The alcohol was all over him, wetting his skin, making it buzz as if it was still going into him, that burn tingling as his body felt itchy. There was a lot of coughing, no one paying attention to Miles as he sounded like he was choking to death, his neck thinning, drool and blue alcohol splattering down his chin and onto his collar, a collar that frilled as lace tickled the receding lump of his Adam's Apple, the groans rising to a girlish, bratty squeak.

His head was swimming, his body hot from the bits that had been swallowed in a fiery mix in his stomach, Miles shifting left and right in distress and arousal as the heat in his core surged. He had had some alcohol before he turned 21, but this was a whole other level, his pants tented as the heat warmed his cock, his head tilting forwards as a stray lock of brown hair dipped into the glass.

"Ooh~ s-something's not- ahh~ sh-shit!"

His clothes were sticky with drink, some of that dampness brushing his nipples, coating them in blue liquor as the flesh perked to attention, gladly lapping up the booze to swell slightly, tenting his grey shirt visibly as the coarse fabric rubbed against his sensitive nips. There was a small, surprised yip as the feeling suddenly softened, discomfort replaced with a weird kind of pleasure, not helping his erection as the material of his shirt changed to a dark blue silk like substance, one that was divinely soft as it hugged his chest, the blue patches spreading as the purple frilled collar of his shirt tightened, another round of coughing stabilizing his voice as his throat now stretched out serenely as the alcohol dipped hair was sucking up the color blue like celery in a science class.

There was something weird happening, Miles could feel it, but he also felt thirsty, his lips smacking as they thickened slightly, his throat dry, his thoughts forgotten at the sound of another glass being poured, his spill refilled as he eyed the booze hungrily.

It had been way too strong, yet something about that aftertaste lingered, Miles unaware his taste buds were literally changing to crave it, constantly playing with his teeth and licking his lips as he swallowed once more, his chin crunching softly as it began to sharpen at the chin, his cheeks a tad softer as he reached again for the glass. The room was lightly tilting from just that swallow, yet he wanted more, his stomach rumbling, the arousal growing as minuscule amounts of muscle faded from his core. There was this odd certainty of his navel being teased, the start of a button forming under, a seam splitting at the darkest groupings of stains as a golden fastening formed, white bordering it in a line with the slowly splitting shirt as the heavenly fabric sucked to his skin like some kind of vacuum, teasing his abdomen as alcohol and fabric burned its way through his body hair.

All Miles felt was the fact he felt insanely good, barely hiding the moans as the bustle of the bar still hid his changed voice, his lips already thicker from spittle and the dregs firmly swelling to luscious smackers as he took a test gulp, tears running down his face as he gave a horny grunt, blue ringing his irises as the shape of his jaw collapsed as the hand gripping the blue filled glass tilted it all back in a slow, continuous pour. His whole body trembled at the tendrils of warmth spiraling down his throat, a section of his hair now fully blue as alcohol leeched into the roots, more and more blue sprouting as it mixed with sweat, dyeing his eyebrows and thinning them while stinging his eyes as the pure sapphire color was forcing them to slant and widen to luminous orbs. Fuck this drink was good, Miles squirming his cock between his thighs, fast and hard enough to cause threads to snap and split, patches of thigh visible and inviting as his skin in the warm flush of alcohol, shed every last imperfection, Miles grabbing the bottle as his skin turned creamy and perfect.

"Ohhh~ god this stuff's goooo- Eh?!"

It was a bit late but he finally noticed his voice's change, setting the bottle down as he rubbed his temples in confusion, unaware he was grinding his forehead slimmer as with a sudden coo, he came, the shrunken expanse of his brain already buzzed on alcohol compressing, shedding a few IQ points as the intelligence shot down his spine in a series of spastic, ecstatic convulsions, his boxers damp with a bluish mix of sperm and alcohol, the dark spot on his jeans creasing as the color lightened to purple over his leaking cock.

Miles was honestly dazed for a few seconds, almost forgetting what he was worried about in the sudden gush below, half those thoughts jettisoned until the moan he gave in response reminded him. His hands felt at his neck, a slight pop in his shoulders shrinking them slightly, the spilled alcohol eating away at the fabric as more of his shoulders were bared, a gold band forming at the edges as the still attached collar section sprouted a white and blue priestess bib atop the outfit, the edges really bundling around his nipples as his brain gave another squeeze, the alcohol from before really hitting as it tried to distract him with ecstasy.

It almost worked, but he looked down, shrieking as he came, watching the dark stain spread as the majority of his jean's legs dissolved, what was left quickly pleating and folding as it shimmered purple from his splitting boxers, the jeans themselves more an aqua blue as the forming skirt suddenly wrapped around his cock and jerked it with divine skill as Miles shrilly moaned in heavenly bliss. It was all just to buy some extra time, drops of alcohol dotting his sleeves as they turned white down the main line, only the cuffs showing blue as the rest of his outfit finished its shift into a showy, feminine number. He tried to pull the cloth off his dick, but the sleeves had other thoughts in mind, suddenly gripping his arms, puppeteering them as he lost all control.

"Wh-Wh-Whaaa?!"

The sleeves bore down, Miles moaning as he could feel his arms being changed, his moans cracking as the pleasure reached a zenith once they were slimmed into girlish smoothness, all that fat and muscle swimming past his sloped shoulders and under his already sensitive nipples, his hips thrusting up once with desperate need as the skirt fully formed, seed spilling to the floor as his shirt parted slightly, his chest now housing two small, but perky a cups.

He was so confused, wondering what those things were on his chest, his brain taking a moment before finding the obvious answer of breasts. That wasn't a thing out of shock, it just was like his brain was lagging, that tip of the tongue feeling spreading as the booze and pleasure mixed into a dangerous haze, his thoughts slowing, Miles barely even aware of the sleeves forcing his arms to move, tapping pressure points as he regrabbed the booze. It was only when his hand twitched, upending the half full bottle into his mouth that he realized what was going on, his terrified yelps echoing to the alarm of no one, the bar seemingly unaware of the show he was making quite yet as gulp after gulp of the transformative liquor spilled down his throat.

He tried spitting it out, only managing to coat his fingers and palm as they shrank, spittle turning to polish as the fingers of a goddess shoved the bottle deeper, deep throating it as the burn glugged down, his erect nipples throbbing as each gulp sent tiny bumps of it down to his breasts. Cum was flowing as freely as booze, his nose cracking against the neck of the bottle, his cheeks finishing their shifts as blue hair spilled down his back, the kick of the alcohol demolishing his thoughts, making his brain feel like it was silly putty as the liquor pounded out folds and thoughts. When it finished his stomach bulged slightly, a loud gurgle before the kick suddenly flattened his core, his shirt bursting open as two large, bouncing breasts surged forth.

Every orgasm wasn't just a squeeze of his cock, but of his brain, thoughts and knowledge pounding in his head, feeling like a sore muscle being resolved as it fled his nervous system in the most erotic way possible, highlighting every nerve in his spine as it was collected in his balls and spewed out. Miles had been a bit of a nerd before, but his knowledge pools were all regressing, calculus gushing out as his breasts popped open past c cups, trig by d's and he was below middle school by the time they finished, like the school system had just flushed itself from his brain. It was already hard enough to resist something so impossible, but the more his brain shrank, the harder it was to feel fear, the exact gravity of the situation getting harder to comprehend, a realization that sent him panicking even more as he tried to make a commotion to get people's attention.

But first his stomach. The alcohol was making a mess, sloshing about as he swayed in his seat, his breasts full of it as his tolerance lowered, making him a drunken fool on top of the drip feed of IQ loss between his thighs.

"G-HIC-HUUUYS! HEEELP! P-PLEASE I'M- OHHHHHH~!"

A few people turned but there was no urgency, the forces changing him not letting others notice as much, or maybe all these sickos th-these, mmm~ followers were just happy to see their goddess perfor-

"PLEASE P-P-AHHHHRRRTY TRIIIICKS!"

The large pocket of alcohol in his stomach suddenly dropped, that burning going down felt as his intestines trembled, some spilling out and gushing over his prostate, burning it as his masculinity curdled like a liver drowned in gin. Worse, the fluttery purple underskirt had spread downwards, cupping his balls and squeezing in time to the boiling of his prostate, everything coming to a head as his cock primed itself, three large, gloopy releases until he came, a clear fountain of cum misting up as his balls slipped inside, his common sense misting on the floor as she truly began to get stupid.

"Unnngh sh-shiiit I lost my um, m-my uhhhhhngh..."

Milua was dribbling out intelligence faster now, the crater her balls had fell into still stirring her insides, alcohol fermenting her testosterone to estrogen as more of her brain felt squished, memories shifting, changing, half her name forgotten as her stomach gurgled once more, the tube top and its belt tightening as it gripped her waist in a tight squeeze. Fuck the room was spinning, her head was a mess. She was gonna forget something important at this rate like how she wasn't a guy! Er, no she was um, sh-she was-

"Th-That's an amazing party trick..."

Milua turned to a familiar voice, one of her, um was that a guildmate? N-No wait her friends her friends she had to remember she had to- It was at this inopportune moment the buttons refastened, her body spasming as her glasses flipped off her nose and landed behind her silky blue hair. Rather than getting tangled, the left lens was growing, becoming a large blue orb while the shrunken right lens split into a yellow side orb, finishing off the hair tie as it styled her locks into gravity defying loops. It felt like her body was about to crumble, the clothes mercilessly bouncing her breasts, squeezing her core, rubbing her cock, the room spinning as the last words she needed to hear were said by the former friend.

"I'll buy you another few rounds if you show me another trick like that."

The thought of more booze was too much, Malua moaning out, "YESSSSSS~!" the clothes beating out her skeleton as her sides were forced to crunch, his spine massaged into a sleek curve by the fabric as she wriggled her ass side to side suggestively. More people were watching now, some she recognized until they gave her flat cheeks a hard slap, those memories and her reading level spilling out as she felt her tight core send all the wasted mass straight into what the crowd wanted to see.

She couldn't stop wiggling her hips, the frisky patrons making it too good as they spread apart, each slap making her cheeks quiver more and more as they swelled to a thick, creamy peach. By this point her legs were covered, her socks absorbing most of the spent fluids, crawling up her legs each time she wasted more intelligence points, every drop of knowledge moved to party tricks as the growing crowd kept copping feels to knead her rising buns. She didn't know which felt better, the eyes of the crowd, their pervy hands full of worship, the way her miniskirt kept stroking her cock or the now thigh high stockings buzzing against her legs, her toes flexed in ecstasy as they were squeezed dainty along with her calves as her thighs spread thick.

Round after round kept going to her, Maqua feeling their worship, giggling as the spinning went faster in her drunken state, hypnotizing away her worries as she stumbled, only a cock left as her thighs grew worthy of a goddess, her seat plush as she turned to her adoring fans and pointed to her freshly refilled cup.

"Mmmore! MOOOOORE~! Wershp meeeeee~!"

The scraps of her former self were in full on panic inside, able to feel themselves getting dumber, every drink, grope and bit of fun making their number dwindle as the room spun and spun like a top. That's when both layers of skirt pressed down on her cock, Maqua shrieking as the top finally fell, the room turning sideways as she passed out.

Waking up, he gripped his head, feeling weird, a kind of pleasure hangover throbbing as he tried to stand. He must have passed out, that strange dream of becoming perfect, er, stupid bizarre. The room was still spinning, but he recognized parts of it, one of his friend's, or maybe a worshipper's errgh ah crap h-he was gonna-

Quickly running to the closest toilet he heaved, rainbow puke glittering as it fell into the toilet, his divinity rejecting all that disgusting humanity. Like really why would she make herself any- The thought was interrupted by a loud moan, his breasts pressed against the side of the toilet seat, any puke left immediately purified inside his mouth as he fumbled for a light, revealing it was not a dream, Miqua almost screaming if his hair didn't gag him, his stockings wrenching a leg back, then spinning him, the clothes maneuvering him towards a half drunken bottle of the liquor that caused the changes in the first place, his cock throbbing with stabs of mental pleasure as he tried to scream, to fight, to do anything.

There were some stray thoughts on how he might be able to fight back, but he couldn't think, his thoughts caked in molasses and tar as the loss of intelligence was really biting him now, the sleeve once again making him grab a bottle before shoving it down his gullet like a baby to its bottle. Each gulp was its own orgasm, his panicked thoughts stalling as the skirt continued its attack on his half shrunken groin. She couldn't fight it, th-the divinity, h-her perfection, oh god the bottle was almost empty it was almost gone her c-cock was-

"AHH AHH AHHHHQUUUAAAAAA~!"

SCHLICK

Aqua couldn't remember basic math nor could she remember how to get back to the bar from where she was, but she sure felt amazing, her perfection glistening down her thighs as she felt raring to go, that booze too good as she looked for more, hiccuping as her earlier cum cry got her new worshipper to appear looking flustered, Aqua giving him a suggestive peek of her rear as she asked, "Gah any mohre booze?"

May quickly brought over some shitty college brews, alcohol too weak to survive being touched by her as they fizzed open to clean water, the goddess sighing as she pulled him close, whispering, "Well mehbeh theerz zumthin elze weee... can doooo~."

She didn't expect him to strip so immediately, one of those weird festive hats the people in Kazuma's stupid world wore on his head. Wait wasn't she in Axel? And why was he getting naked? You didn't need to get naked to lend her some money and spread the word of the goddess's perfec-

"HYAAAA~!"

Something hard and a bit slimy was inside her, Aqua moaning at the sudden insertion, unsure what this had to do with worshipping her even if she had to admit it felt really good. But instincts took over, Aqua immediately shouting "PURIFICATION" as May's body glowed, the hard slimy thing in her pussy suddenly pulling back some, the tall guy railing her moaning with the strangest look on his face, brown hair starting to grow.

"NNGH Wh-What did you-"

Aqua smirked, finally catching on to what must be happening.

"Aha! M'follwer neeez' n exer, er, schism er whateverrr. PURIFICATIO- OHHH MYSEEEEEEEHHHHLF!"

She repeated the purification spell, each one causing her worshipper to buck, Aqua taking  in all their 'evil' and purifying it as the cock inside boiled and shrank, leaking a thick paste that instantly purified to spring water inside her folds. They were shrinking even faster than their dick, Aqua knowing they must be feeling good from just how loud they were screaming, telling him to let it all out as two feet of height were purified away, hair burning off in the escape of steam as all their hard edges were purified.

It didn't take long for the curse to be cured, Aqua looking at the final stages of it as her worshipper's eyes widened, their stubble gone as their face turned cute and girlish, their moans rising to a confused, midtone alto. The tall, broad body Aqua had been hugging was now slender and slim, his waist waspish, his spine a slight curve as Aqua was now the one on top as he could do little to resist her purifying. It wasn't all shrinkage though, his nipples puffy, his ass and thighs plush, Aqua grinning as she cast "PURIFICATION!" one final time. Her worshipper bucked hard, squealing as that weird slimy thing exited her pussy, his chest bouncing out to a petite size while a drenched condom fluttered to the floor, Aqua watching as the weird curse between his legs was fully purified with a final gushing pop.

"Yawn well m'werks duuuhn. Y'can treat me fooohr more booooze later. Appy t'elp."

Aqua forgot she was trying to leave, taking her clothes off, then trying to find where she put them as she got tangled up in some ribbons. The worshipper who now looked exactly like Megumin stumbled to her feet, clutching the wet slit between her thighs on the verge of tears.

"Wh-What did you DO to me? T-Turn me back!"

Aqua turned confused.

"Huh? I fixed ya. Juss, juss scram. Rrr take me to a bar and I'll get the juice to uh, whatever y'wanted."

The former man looked at her stunned, yelling out, "DO I LOOK LIKE THEY'LL LET ME INTO A BAR YOU IDIOT?!"

She didn't need this backtalk, she was a goddess! She should be worshipped! Anyways she was out of that shithole dimension it seemed so she might as well enjoy the-

"Eh?"

Aqua's adventurer card must have gotten lost, instead just some guy called Miles in her discarded shorts who, er was her worshiper named Miles?

"Alright Miles, I can't get any booze and it's still th'holidays. If you go on this quest for me I'll turn you back don't worry."

"R-Really?! Oh thank-"

"Jus dress skimpy and beg with me for booze. Ah crap I already purified it, now I'm sober again! FUUUUUUUUU-"

Without asking again, she pulled a struggling, crying Megumin lookalike and went out to the streets, ready to have some fun, and if all went well she'd uh... crap didn't she promise Megumin something? And how did she end up on Earth again anyways? Eh it didn't matter. She was perfect and she couldn't make mistakes after all. Besides, why was she trying to remember stuff on a night when she should be drinking enough to forget it all?