IRON YOU OUT (YOU TO IRONMOUSE TG) (Patreon)

You had avoided them for ages, knowing about their existence, understanding the appeal, but now it seemed like it was actively seeking you out, your recommends filled to the brim with a malevolent force you couldn't escape, that wouldn't leave you alone... Vtubers.

Seriously you just didn't care for them, yet Youtube wouldn't stop sending you clips, streams and music videos. You removed them yet they returned. Especially Ironmouse who you'd heard in some collabs, her voice grating on your ears, but you weren't a hater. You had better things to focus on, but after weeks and months of her flooding your feed, dominating your algorithm, eventually you snapped as you took to Twitter to vent, sure no one would see it as you sent out a rather blunt, "I fucking hate Ironmouse's stupid voice. She can't talk and she can barely sing! All these Vtubers suck ass!"

You sent it out, almost immediately regretting it as the minutes rolled by. When you got the first buzz of someone retweeting you felt mortified, quickly opening the app and deleting it just in case. In that time you had gotten three notifications, two of them retweets, the third a comment. As you scrolled through your activity, a misplaced press tapped on what the commenter had sent to your now deleted tweet, seemingly from Ironmouse herself though given the recent problems on the platform, it was probably just a fan larping as her. Still the misclick sent you straight to a music video, the blasting rock music giving you quite the scare as it blared from your phone's speakers, seeming to strike a chord inside as you quickly closed the app, the sound of that opening chord making something inside you tremble. It took a few minutes of clutching your stomach for the sensation to pass, though you were panting heavily, swearing you could feel something twisting deep in your gut. It had felt gooooohd~ b-but you had to get past it, a few trembly huffs edging it back down as you rubbed an oddly smooth stomach.

A few hours later and there was still a slight sign of warmth inside, like a heated blanket focused on two spots, your navel and the small of your back. Often you'd find yourself rubbing both spots, feeling the arousal build as you noticed how stiff your cock was, though now that you looked down there really was a hairless circle centered over your navel, your fingers running back and forth as a throb pushed against the bottom of your spine. Something felt vaguely off but focusing too hard on it made your head buzz irregularly, trying to push it out of mind as you put a video up to distract you, the throbbing pushing harder as you began to rock in your chair.

You didn't notice autoplay being on, your recommended filled with clips of Ironmouse, her pink and purple face staring at you enticingly, feeling that heat worsen as you wondered what was going on with you today.

"Stupid nngh g-gremlin s-hoooundiiiing~"

You bucked, feeling more pressure, more heat, your cock almost sore from how hard it was at this point. There was a smooth line now poised halfway up your chest as you rubbed the smooth skin, so sensitive even your shirt's folds were enough to turn you on as you lost track of the video, too caught up as it ended. A small countdown till the next started playing, that same video from earlier suddenly blasting out its music as you spasmed in your chair.

"FuuuuuuuuuuucKK AHHHHHHN WHAT IS- OOOH~?!"

The music buzzed inside you, your hips grinding against the back of the chair as you toppled to the floor, that pressure from before reaching a breaking point as burning pulses rocketed your ass to the air, your shrieks turning higher and raspier as a hard point pushed up above your quivering ass cheeks, the violent swaying gaining a bit of a jiggle as it firmed to a tighter curve. The point pushed once, twice, then broke through as you gave a familiar sopranic squeal, cumming at the raw release as a spade-tipped demon tail shook itself dry.

The black coating peeled off as it flicked against your control, though you could feel it, a new tender appendage that throbbed as it thickened at the base slightly, now a pink tail with a razor-tipped heart edge that you could not control. It was too new and too sensitive to even comprehend what you were feeling as it flitted about your body, slicing off your clothes with a few quick twitches, leaving your bare body trembling as your ass swayed back and forth, the pressure still there.

CRACK

"FUUUUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE- Ohh heheh ah AHH NO What is it-"

Now your tail was buzzing like a vibrator, the buzz traveling deep inside your ass as your hips spread open, feeling a ticklish sort of pleasure as your ass continued to thicken, the buzz starting to roll through your thighs to the beat of the music blasting out your computer speaker. You would have unplugged it, but the pink heart shaped end of it was wrapped around your waist, the tip glowing as a bit of pain stabbed below your belly button. It took a bit to realize what it was doing, too distracted by the addicting feeling of the hard buzz rumbling your guts, your cock hard again as things shifted deep inside, a new kind of tension rolling through your cock as you realized what the tail was doing.

It was tattooing you, thick pink strokes glowing as your pubic hairs shaved clean off, feeling the buzz penetrating your cock as you could barely react, only take it as the tail continued to chisel out a line that swooped out to the left. That's when you felt it, the first half of a womb tattoo having its line spread out, each cm causing your left ball to suck inside as you bucked and came, screaming in that horrifically familiar voice that harmonized with the music on screen. You tried to pull the tail away but even a light squeeze sent you falling onto your now springy ass, your left ball puckering as it slipped inside, hot jets of pink cum gushing out your cock as you got your first taste of penetration.

Drool poured from your slackened jaw, your left thigh throbbing as the buzz bubbled fat to turn it plump and soft against your cock, a pink and black smear of magic-infused cum swallowing your left leg whole as it warped and curved your leg to a feminine shape that tapped to the song playing out, your head swimming. You could feel every minute twist and turn of your former testicle as it dug deeper, your fingers scrabbling against the carpet as you felt the moment its spongy shape slapped against the side of your hip with a soft plop.

It was like a demonic corruption machine lodged inside you now, the new ovary pumping out magic-infused estrogen as a soft pink glow ran under your skin, showing the progression of your changes as your left side crinkled and sank. But the tail wasn't done, your moans rising once more to sopranic wails as it began to draw the second half of your tattoo. You couldn't touch the tail cause you'd cum again, but you couldn't just let it get rid of your remaining masculinity, b-but it felt so good as your hands twitched near your cock, the needy shaft throbbing as you tried to grab it, cupping your remaining ball as the tail sliced right to make a matching line ending where your second ovary would soon rest.

It was hopeless, your fingers scrabbling as the remaining sack was pulled inwards, no purchase to be had as once again you were fucked by your shifting innards. This time the temptation was too strong not to add to it as your fingers went from scrambling to stop your ball to stroking your cock furiously as giving in sent a warm buttery bliss melting over your brain. Your fingers were slimming as they rubbed against the glowing pink, your cock barely lasting ten seconds before it came harder than you had ever thought possible.

It spilled in pink and black sludge that crawled up your softening arms, another ovary pumping sweet corruption as you came out enough for a matching pair of gloves and your final thigh high. There were a few more spurts as your cock shifted downwards, your fingers still pumping as their nails grew to black talons, the softening palms feeling ungodly on your cock as you almost basked in the feeling of your right leg becoming Ironmouse's, just thinking her name enough to make your head jerk back as pink corruption flooded your brain.

You didn't want this, yet it felt so impossible to resist, everything screaming in bliss as fishnets formed over your plush bottoms, your toes squeezing against the carpet as they shrank under the firm grip of her leggings. You were so busy furiously jacking off that you had forgotten about your tail, up till it coiled around your cock with a few twists before diving the thick heart right into your shaft.

There was no way to respond, the only option to bear with it as your tail twisted, a double penetration of feeling your tail deep inside your throbbing shaft as it jerked and fucked into itself as the base began to pull. It wasn't just fucking you with your own cock, but drilling it deeper, your squeals rising to half-hiccuped screams of unadulterated bliss as it shrunk with every rotation, the wider sides of the tail carving out the soon-to-be open ridges of your new sex it sunk and sunk till your thighs squeezed around the base of it reeled inside your innards. Your tattoo glowed, boiling hot femininity flooding a space between your thighs as you groaned with need, gripping your stomach as your waist collapsed, feeling a space carve open till your thighs spread, a hot geyser of clear and pink fluids gushing out as hair spilled past your brow. You saw your tail pull back out before one final dive as you fully came as a woman for the first time, hugging your waist as the feminine sensations rolled through every inch of your body.

It felt like your brain was boiling over as you could feel the tattoo throbbing, your mind increasingly bubbling as the rising pool of estrogen flowed deeper into your body. It was like your body had a need to give in, your curses half muffled by intense moaning as your back gradually curved, your nipples throbbing to life as their areola became just as pink and puffy as the tail sliding in and out of your new folds. Your ears felt tender, your vision growing curtained in wavy locks of pink and purple, Ironmouse's voice echoing inside your brain the more you resisted, even if you knew you'd be way better just giving in, silly.

"STAHHHP I'M NAHHHT I-IRONMOUSE IIIII'M I-I-IIIIIIRONMOUUUUUSE~?!"

Saying it out loud was a mistake, your nipples thrusting you forwards as the stockings puppetted your legs, bringing you to a mirror as the music video replayed. You could see your svelte figure, your aching, thickening nipples, your former hair nearly all replaced by pink and purple. Your arms were next to be moved by the sleeves, your shoulders rounding as your body gave an awkward kind of stretch, your hands moving around your cheeks as they latched onto your ears and tugged.

"OWWW AHHN S-STAHHP IT MOUSEY THE MUSIC'S GETTING LOOOOUDER~!"

The little pet name for yourself betrayed a growing familiarity with her, the music coming through clearer as your hands forced your ears into devilish triangles, the nerves and added tenderness making you buck once more as the loud overprod- p-perfectly catchy rock music rattled inside your skull, bones shaking, brain jiggling, drool slipping past sharpening teeth as you watched your lips pucker to a bratty pout, finding a voice growing in your subconscious as it echoed the words, "CUTE IDOL IRONMOUSE ROCKSTAR VTUBER" like hypnotic suggestion. Worse, it was working, as you started to feel enamored with your reflection, your irises trembling as purple star power flooded into your irises.

Your fingers were gripping your cheeks against your will, pinching and crimping as you couldn't help but moan, pressed against your reflection as memories of streaming and performing flooded in, eyes widening as the purple pigmentation drained inside till your wider eyes fluttered. You could stare into your own eyes for hours, enjoying the sensation of feeling a hater drown in your superior body as-

"NO NO NO I'M NOT YOU I'M AGGGGGH~?!"

The most painful throbs yet ran through your head, your brow crunching as it sank, your brain squeezed inside a skull shrinking down to maximize cuteness as pressure pooled on either side of your head. There were a few sickening pops as something tore from inside your scalp, your screams rising as the painful tearing widened with each shove. Your hands tore at your hair, pulling it longer, fluffier, trying to ease the pain as you found the source of it, two hardened horns which you rubbed the base o-

"OHHH~ OH YESSSSS OHHH Ohhh ohh craaaaaap."

There were three wet schlicks, two from your scalp as they erupted out into proper satanic horns, and one from between your thighs as your tail trembled, your horns apparently connected straight to your brain as even just a slight rub was enough to make you cum. Maybe you should just keep rubbing them till you cum out every last worthless-

Shit no you had to resist, had to stay you. After all you were... Y-Your name was... "Ironmouse?" That was the only name that felt right at this point, your cheeks flushed as accessories and stickers threaded their way over your features. You knew that wasn't right, b-but it felt so good to say and think as you moaned it again.

"I-Ironmouse ahh ah IIIIRONMOUSE! Oooh no no h-have to stop d-hoooing that!"

It was corruptive bliss, your nipples hard against the mirror as you stared longingly at your reflection, realizing you could barely remember anything about who you had been before, and hardly caring because the thought of being Ironmouse was too-

"Mmgh stahhp s-staaAHHP FIGHTING THIS!"

Your will was breaking as your hands rolled over your horns again, the overwhelming bliss making your knees buckle as they knocked together, the pleasure seeming to surge either down between your thighs or from your chest as your sore nips continued to throb and grow. Your fingers snapped, fiery straps of leather squeezing around your thighs, a pair of cut-off short shorts appearing as an oversized set of cups strapped themselves to your chest.

You groaned as the tail slipped out of your slit, slithering over to your computer blaring the music still as it slotted into one of the usb jacks. Harder shocks of electricity zapped over your skin, coiling under your nipples as you could feel the fat bubbling, spurred on as electric zaps and plastic crunches rolled through the machine your tail was transforming, even your room starting to warp as you could feel a crowd forming, your thighs slick with memories and resistance as each swollen throb in your chest was another year erased from your mind.

You were holding a guitar, on the verge of orgasm, on the verge of giving in entirely as the crowd cheered your name.

"IRONMOUSE IRONMOUSE IRONMOUSE!"

You couldn't help the smile on your face, your chest continuing to grow, your thighs desperate to squeeze together to hold in the last of yourself as Ironmouse's name and thoughts washed over you. It was intoxicating, the idea of being her feeling better as your fishnets grew damp. Your tail slithered up and down, flicking up a guitar pick for your former computer as the cheers kept growing in intensity, your mind struggling to remain strong amidst such fervent cheering, such overwhelming admiration, all of them looking at you, cheering for you Ironmouse, loving only Ironmouse.

"Nnngh ahh t-too muuuuuch it's t-HOO YES YES AHHH IIIII'M~"

You strummed a chord, the vibrations plunging into you as you came, chest bursting out to its full size as you felt your heart race. You could feel it pumping out, your mind, your thoughts, anything that wasn't Ironmouse leaking with every strum, every note sung, your brain collapsing in on itself as you gave a blissful, orgasmic shriek that sounded like the opening note of your show's opening number, the last of that hater gone as only Ironmouse remained, and now that you knew your special song worked how you wanted, it was time to give all your fans a show they wouldn't forget.

"ALRIGHT FLANCITOS! I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO SING ALONG CAUSE WE'LL TRULY BE ONE HAPPY FAMILY BY THE TIME THIS IS DONE. GET READY, ONE, TWO-"