ALTERED STATES (JALTER/SALTER DOUBLE TG) (Patreon)

"KEEP IT COMING!"

"Moshi Moshi or uh, are a gato?"

"I think that's spanish dumbass!"

"Like you'd know fuckwad."

There were few things more frustrating than loud, annoying tourists, and in Shinjuku they were a dime a dozen given its reputation, Allen and Jack on a tear through the city, trying to go on a proper bender. This was proving to be difficult, having been kicked out of five other places already, two rounds followed by bumming around to find the next spot all while complaining about weak liquor and a lack of women ensuring that even the other tourists were giving them a wide berth. Each ejection had only served to make them louder and crasser, but it had all been worth it for the Hole-in-the-Wall bar they found themselves in.

It was kind of funny, the fifth place highly recommending this one to them, almost like they were insistent, though in Jack's words when Allen voiced how weirdly excited the owner had seemed suggesting it, "Nah these fucking pussies are too meek to do shit. Service man they're all about service." Now four rounds in and finally getting a proper buzz(three years of frat activities did a number on their tolerance) they were at their loudest and most obnoxious, jeering at the bartender to keep em coming when he slid two shots their way, the tourists confused.

"Huh? We want volume man not some sorority shots. This shit looks fruity."

Allen picked up a shot glass that had layers of blue liquids all mixing together, sparkles like snow floating in the glass.

"Cause you picked the bitch glass. I think this one's just whiskey. Or uh... ale? How much is this stuff..."

Jack sniffed at a pale golden liquid in his, the bartender's smile stretching eerily tight as he assuaged them.

"No no. On the house. Specialty. Made for men like you who live loud. Though if too much for you-"

That was all the goading they needed, Allen and Jack tossing them back in one go, the bartender smirking as they both trembled as they slammed their glasses down.

"Fuuuuuck that has a nngh k-hiiiick? Or ahh ah what is thaaaat~?"

Allen's shot had gone down like liquid nitrogen, his throat almost seared from the cold as his Adam's Apple shivered as the shot poured down his throat, quivering up and down as each confused gulp of air gradually flattened the bobbing lump, his hands pawing at his stomach as a piercing cold spot spread from his gut as his cock froze rock solid in his sweats.

"Bitch glass for the nnngh biiiiitch shit what is this stuff? Uhhhn g-goes down really sm-hoooth..."

Jack's glass felt like a cozy gulp of fire spilling over him, spots of damp coating his skin as a dreamy bliss graced his face, lips smacking as they puckered some, the pale gold of the liquid seemingly spreading up his cheeks as they crinkled into something softer, smoother, facial hair dripping down his rounding chin as the flush dove into his pupils, like the shot was pouring in as they widened to pale, golden discs.

Both guys had built up deep tans which were starting to fade, Allen's hairs shivering as they froze, breaking off as his muscle began to break down from the constant cold assaulting his body. Jack's was more coercive, that warmth growing in faint pulses as the hairs slid effortlessly from his body, even his damp hair draining pigment in streaks of brown as his skin tone ran off like a cheap spray tan. His skin stretched tight and shiny over his slippery form, causing his shirt to stick, his shorts darkening as sweat stains dampened the fabric. Muscle was softening, breaking down and leaked out as the tight skin ever so subtly squeezed. He didn't even realize he was moaning as his thighs rubbed their smoothened skin against his cock.

Neither were aware quite what was happening, Allen preoccupied with the shifting temperature between his hips, Jack sinking into a warm blissful buzz, both shifting back and forth as their arousals built, though that sense of something wrong was building to a misplaced resentment.

"L-Listen ahhhsshole I'm not a b-hiiii-iiii-iiiiitch~!"

Like most structures subjected to a rapid change in temperature, Allen's hips cracked under the cold, his voice following as his raspy alto turned more serious, even his irises showing veins of gold threading through his dull brown eyes as his hips squirmed back and forth like mad. It started with his balls, the cold widening the forming gap, each testicle slipping like an unwary pedestrian on black ice as they tumbled into his slit, the pleasure enough to render him mute as he tried not to show how hard the shot had hit him.

Cold flurries of cum sputtered from his tip, the frozen shards slicing through his sweats as the legs were torn to swiss cheese. Each silent buck was followed by an icy gasp as his knees drew closer, the crunch of cold spreading each chilled pelvic center wider, sucking his testicles deeper till they crunched and flipped into ovaries, the changing man desperate not to moan as he steeled his determination to prove he wasn't a bitch on his pride as a king.

"I-I'll hahhhve nngh a-another, barkeep!"

That would show that puffed up prophet who the real bitch was. Though god for a wooden stool this place sure had nice seats, Sallen unaware all that shivering was grinding his hardened muscle to firmly packed fat, a few final spurts of frozen cum leaving his legs bared as the tightening grip of his booty shorts hugged his swelling bottom nicely.

Jack meanwhile couldn't help but keep laughing.

"What the hell man you sound like a hot bitch. Ooh I'll prove how not a biii KFF KFF Nngh w-wait a- AHHHHH~?!"

His mocking parody of womanhood refused to lower after a few more coughs, the warmth melting his throat down to a proper husky purr, the heat tremendous as the sweat stains darkened past the point of normality. It was like the pigment draining from his hair was being absorbed into his wifebeater, the spare sweat clinging to his light jacket as the inside turned red. It went beyond the humid stick, the cling of his shirt turning tight, then strangling as it bore down on his core, his breathing becoming labored.

"Uhhhn wh-why is it shooo haaaawt?"

The neck hole for his top was warping, the smooth circle jutting to a more sawlike pattern as the black fabric pinched around his nipples, rubbing back and forth as the constant stimulation rubbed them raw, then pink. It was starting to feel incredible, though the novel perking of his nipples was mixing with the buzz, his cock harder than he could ever remember just in time for the sweat to eat through most of his boxers as the seams of his shorts flared open.

The gooey blackness of his sweat-soaked clothing was blurring, the bottom of his top dripping into his "shorts", though they were quickly becoming part of a tighter whole. It left him breathless as the forming dress punched into his stomach, muscle gurgling as his breathing turned to heavy panting. His cock was stuck inside a warm silk prison topped by an even softer, tighter tube as the sides popped open on a dress far too small for his frame. Each breath out didn't rise up as far as the last, his nipples throbbing as his voice continued to moan, snow white hair dripping as it flared up.

"Stop S-STAAAHP! F-HUUUCK! I-I DOOON'T KNOOOOW~ WHA- AHHH~!"

Drool sprayed from his moaning face, now fully feminized as his core gave into the insistent, burning pleasure.

Sallen didn't even register anything odd with Jack's moans, more frustrated by the continued teasing. He was the reason he felt so strange, so pent up, his frozen cock a cold reminder of the gap behind it, still too large for the slit his balls had slid inside even with the tight press of his shorts constantly rubbing it against the internal opening. There was this all encompassing desire to prove he wasn't a bitch that drove him further, to prove her worth as a king.

Sallen gave a curt nod with stiff lips as the bartender slid over another shot of the same brew from before. This time it slid down the wrong pipe, Saller stifling a few coughs as the chill swam inside his chest, his nipples hardening as half the shot spilled over his clothing, a sorry display for a proud king.

"I-I demand moooore g-hiiive me AH! Mmmore!"

His cock continued to press against that aching cavern inside, made worse as the alcohol stains made his cutoffs even skimpier, enough thigh bared to the point they could have been fit for the sandy shores of Brittania. Worse, the belt had thickened to a simple white design, the buckle deadset on bearing down on his tip as an invigorating tease of penetration addled his shifting thoughts. It hardly seemed to matter his nipples were hard enough to cut diamond, proving it as his wriggling sliced a solid line off his top, the booze stains darkening to a thinner black, more of his stomach exposed as he fussed with the stains marring his regal appearance till they tore away with a frustrated grunt.

He knew that French Harlot was mocking him, those needy "STAAAAHPS" not even deigning a look as he could imagine her smug French features curled into a mocking grin. Thankfully the honored barkeep was ready with another brew, no mere shot glass but a full stout, a wooden stick left in to stir as Saler rose the glass fit for a king like himself.

"Doubt I'm a king will you? This will shut you up you French wh-OHHHRE~?!"

The freezing brew was overwhelming, five shots worth downed in a gulp as the most intense wave of brain freeze wracked through Saler's head. The veins of gold shattered his old irises, his tongue lolling as his body thrusted forwards as if in a joust making contact against-

Flashes of memories ransacked her brain, her teeth grit as she resolved to bear each brunt as her back was ground to a fine arch like a castle entrance, her shoulder blades honed by the finest of blacksmiths to slender blades that slid out her coat. This was a trial she musn't give into, her groans struggling to contain the bliss as her shivering arms tightened to svelte and lithe things, hiding the muscle underneath as her fingers each trembled against the chill of the glass. It was enough shock to drain most of the color from her hair, her visage relatively the same though each burst of alcohol tumbled inside, caving in her waist, sinking her height, carving hard, pleasurable dips into the flattened expanse of her tummy as clearer shocks of cum splattered out her false sword.

The chill from her freezing body was enough to freeze the rest of the glass, the stirrer now a popsicle stick as she licked at the frozen drink, knowing it wasn't enough, hearing that blasphemous seer seemingly choked with laughter at her performance.

"Damn you! I'll prove my commitment! MMGH~!"

She shoved the boozy popsicle as far as it would go down her throat, not the first time she had swallowed a sword for a challenge, groaning as every lick sent precious fat swirling under her nipples, her mind lost to the growing kingly persona, Salter facing her toughest challenge yet as she grinded her cock against the bar stool. That damn thing betrayed her enjoyment, her weakness. Besides she already had Avalon, she had to remove this obstacle and prove just how worthy she was…

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING?!"

Was what Jack wanted to shout while Allen seemed to be doing his best impression of a sour British slut, but all that came out were more guttural grunts that sounded like a girl being fucked hard, his own pained groans turning him on as his stomach shifted and curved.

There was some discomfort in the way the skintight dress thrust against his core, but it all paled to the two fold teasing up above as the sawed top continued to prime his nipples, all that melted, malleable mass in his core sucking up under them as his waist scrunched up like a spent beer can. The real topper though came with the extreme shift in stature and size going on, the back ridges of his dress punching into his spine as it forced his ass and chest to be posed outwards further. The room was spinning, the heated haze of alcohol making his head throb as he slumped onto the counter, tweaking his swelling nipples on the hard wood as his thighs grew wet from the ecstasy bombarding his booze addled-brain.

Four rounds and a shot wouldn't do much to him normally, but that was on a six foot plus jock with a sizable frame, not a five and a half and shrinking manlet left squealing as as his crumpling waist and jiggling tits were only urging him to cum harder and harder as he seemed to melt into the dress's blistering mold. And while Salter's new body still had a long history of pounding pints down with the rest of her round table, Jack found his body quickly becoming that of a not-so-chaste maiden. Basically he was a helpless lightweight, unable to even properly scream as his stomach was sunk to a third its former size, his slim, shapely core getting a proper workout as one large squeeze sent his tits bursting to their full size, launching the drunk "man" onto the floor as his cock gushed out every bit of muscle from his arms. Slender hands scrabbled for purchase on the mess he found himself in, desperate for any support.

"WHAT THE FUUUUCKS GOOOOING AHHHN?!"

"Myyy cOHHRRROOooohrooOHHRINATION NOW WAAATCH ME- HYAAAAAHN~!"

It was more of a battle cry than a proper moan, though the immediate result was a bliss beyond what she could vocalize. This was hardly the first sword she had deftly sunk into its target, but while her mind had fully given into the position of the king, her body was still that of an unflowered maiden, making her almost like that French pig she was trying to overcome. Nay, she refused to have anything comparable to that inferior wench mocking her, Salter thrusting her cock with an intensity that rivaled her greatest bouts as she desperately tried to shove the sword back into the stone. She sucked harder at the popsicle, gnashing at it with her teeth, welcoming the brutal cold as it shattered her jaw down to its proper, regal shape, her nose trembling as it sunk down to another perfectly slender blade.

"MMPH! GRRR! You! Are! My! SUUUUUHB~! Ject!"

All that chewed up booze was swallowed, Salter halting the tears as her eyes widened, lashes freezing over with mascara as the added sugar and magic plopped into her stomach, the king grimacing to hold in the orgasmic wail she wanted as she worked at the buckle, feeling a give as her too-thin inner slit snagged against the base, more clear spurts of success spilling down her thighs as she bit her lips, small groans leaking out as they bloated under her teeth. It was the first sign of give and she would have her will made reality.

"IIII! AHHHHM! YOUR! KIIIIING!"

Her thighs were hardly fit for the rest of her body, all that added magic filling out as her breasts bobbled and pushed against her top, the first throb of heat building inside her thighs as they rose to meet the resistant force nestled between them, Salter bucking as their plush warmth swaddled the ice cold member.

CRACK

"IIII! CUHHHM! AHHHHND! THEEEEE! Y-HIIIIIEEEELD~!!!"

The heat made the freezing innards pop, the finishing king feeling week in her knees as she collapsed to the floor, groaning in a euphoric state as her calves thinned and curved, her feet squirming together as waves of subjugation spilled over her dainty toes. It was without compare, Salter gasping as inch after inch pushed inside, one strap falling down her writhing, cumming form, each release further proof of her dominion over even her own body, relishing in the feeling of her cock's thaw and melt inside. Better yet was the view afforded to her as she groaned and splattered her weakness to the ground.

"Yes this is the way of the w-HOOOORLD! AHH AH the sweet subjugation of mine EHHnehhm-HYYYY~!"

There was a final, plowing pop as her cock slipped inside, her breasts heaving over her fallen enemy, that French whore who had made her make such a fool of herself, who had mocked her, now whimpering beneath her, begging for mercy.

"Ahh AHH AHHHLLEN PLEASE! THIS ISN'T RIIIIIIGH-MMMGH?"

Salter pinched his fat lips shut, enjoying the pathetic thrashing of her enemy. That excitement finished the last of the changes, her pale golden locks spilling past her shoulders, her excited blush contouring the last few features yet to settle into who she was meant to be, who she always had been.

"Not right? Did I mishear this wench from across the channel? Your rightful place is as you are false prophet, begging under the one and only King of Brittania."

"A-Allen please this isn't fUHHHN UHHNGH GAAAAWD~!"

Salter was ruthless, prowling over Jack like a lion to a wounded gazelle, her nails crushing his nipples as he bucked against her firm grip.

"That is not my title cur. Though perhaps this is what you want. I've heard you're a needy one. I bet you're purposefully goading me on so that you can be my personal pet hmm? Be honest with yourself to your new master."

He struggled against her grip, too dizzy to resist, the more he changed the drunker he grew, his brain feeling fuzzy as she turned him over and began rubbing his ass in circles. It didn't take long for Jackr to feel his flesh begin to bubble and rise, his cock struggling under the dress to unleash more as he tried to make her see reason.

"SHHTAHHHP I DON WAAAHAHHAHHHN~"

"I never said you could disobey, pet."

With a shocking amount of force, Salter's hand came down on Jacker's ass, each strike forcing his cheeks to bloat under a mess of pain and ecstasy, the drunken fuzz worsening as she throttled his muscle away, his cock unloading more of his legs’ girth with every seismic spank as he saw stars, he saw the grail, he saw... France?

"I DOH WAHAHH BE A GIIIR AHH AHHHN NOO OHH Y-YESSSS~! I WAHHH IT JSSS SHTAAAAAH~!"

Jacker's cries were growing increasingly delirious, the feeling of tightness in his balls forcing the words out before he knew it, just wishing for the torturous pleasure to end before he lost everything he was. Already he could see just how big his ass had gotten, Salter's fingers still massaging his thighs as he panted like a bitch in heat.

"Stop? But you just asked to be my pet didn't you? Well which is it?"

"I-I-I'm a m-AHHHHHSTER AAH AH~!"

That seemed to not be the right answer as she throttled his thighs, Jackler shrieking as each painful pinch was followed with an even stronger swell of pleasure, his thighs joining his ass in the thickness as his cock sputtered out mass. Inside his head everything was a mess, new memories spilling into old ones, his body trembling dangerously close to a precipice there'd be no turning back from. All his life he'd been able to bully his way through any problems, to be in control, and yet here he was squealing like a bitch, the more she spanked and groped his thighs the more ingrained it was to want it as the blistering heat began to boil his innards. His balls were drooping, the tension turning to an internal suck that forced them to thrust inwards as he shrieked, cum gushing out in a torrent.

"Disgusting! Now you got your filth on your king silly pet! Bad! Bad! Bad! Ba-"

"GAAAAAAAAAWD~!"

As punishment for the earlier spray, once more Jacler found himself being spanked, his bubbling insides unable to handle the added jiggle as tears ran down his cheeks. The first spank made something deep inside his ass quake, the second popping it as another torrent spilled down the crying "man's" bare thighs. His balls joined in the punishment, thrusting in with every spank till the fourth time proved their last, Jaler cumming her brains out as her final bits of bulk sculpted into slender legs, only a cock left to mark her former gender as she wailed incoherently. She was too drunk to fight back, too broken to beg, just a whimpering little pet for her soon to be master to play with.

"You think I'd allow such an easy retreat? You're my cute French pig, now squeal for me."

"WAIIII WAIII IIII AHHHHHHHMMMPH MMMGH??!!"

Her balls hadn't even fully slotted into place before Jaler felt Salter's fingers plunge into the forming slit, her middle and ring finger forming a spread open V as she personally sculpted the throbbing innards of Jaler's opening womanhood, the other muffling her cries.

"There there pig, master is waiting. Come on I'll stop if you tell me you don't want this."

She was grinding the heel of her palm against his softening cock, forcing the trembling stick inside as she continued to tease her. Jaler couldn't think, sparks flying, her brain boiling in its skull as she felt her pussy ridge and squeeze against the fingers, her drool pooling down her collarbone as she bucked weakly against her master's hand, only hastening her cock's demise as more memories spilled to the floor. She couldn't take any more, Salter's nails scratching the tightened remnants of her scrotum, Jaler having to feel her hymen form and tear and form and tear in a cycle as her master's Avalon rehealed it after every plunge.

"MMMMMMGH MMMMMM MMMMMGRRRRAAAMMMMPH~!"

"That's a good sow..."

Salter smashed her palm flat as Jalter's mind shattered, blissful groans of acceptance drooling out her mouth as she came again and again, not stopping till every last trace of her former identity was gone for good.

Watching this the entire time, all the bartender could do was stare slackjawed, the usual elixirs meant to turn the rowdiest of tourists into obedient serving girls or cosplay-themed hookers for the tourists to live out their fantasies with. It was a well-known spot amongst the local bars, especially for the worst of the worst given the flood of tourists that came every day. Rarely did they stay as... actively loud and argumentative as the two girls before him, though even the more submissive one had a certain glare in her eyes as she sobered up.

Well that would be somebody else's mess. He already had one hell of a mess to mop up inside and at the rate the two new girls were going at it, it'd be a few hours till they'd run out of energy enough for him to get between them. It seemed even magic wasn't enough to fix the two girls as they remained a problem long through the night and into the morning.