EXTREME MAKO-VER (KLK MAKO COSPLAY TG) (Patreon)

Jack's heart was pounding, looking in his full body mirror completely nude with a freshly opened package in hand. It was the most expensive cosplay he had ever bought, unable to explain why he had been so immediately drawn to it, unaware if it was a generic or for an anime character but it had called to him and soon it'd be on him. Thin, calf length socks, white cotton panties, a robin's egg blue mini skirt and to top it off a finely made sailor fuku straight out of an anime.

Even just rubbing the clearly high quality material was enough to get him excited, having ordered it in an extra large and opting in for a bunch of add ons to make it "more authentic and immersive", whatever that meant. He had balked a bit at the final price but he had the money and already he felt excited to try it on. He didn't have to be at class for another forty minutes so that was plenty of time to give his private pastime a go and try on the girl's uniform as he slid the cotton panties up and over his dick, trembling a bit as the sinfully soft silk of them immediately had him at full mast, Jack completely unaware of a singular red thread growing in the back as the elastic subtly tightened.

Next came the socks, the thin feeling material surprisingly resilient as it took a bit of pulling to get it past his ankles, his toes a bit scrunched in if he wanted them at calf height, but it wasn't a surprise. What was surprising was the comfy feeling they gave his feet, Jack not noticing the slight tweaks to his foot placement, more weight placed on the pads and toes as if his heels were used to a bit more heft. The skirt itself took a few shimmies, unbuttoning the top as he slid it up his legs and having to suck in his gut a tad to raise it up properly, his erection tenting it as he struggled with the fuku. It was just a bit tight, Jack having to struggle with the armholes but it slid on with a few tugs, plenty of midriff on display, Jack eagerly posing cutely as more threads glowed red…

After around five minutes of posing he looked at the clock, deciding it was about time to strip and then leisurely walk to class. He slid his fingers under the hem of the skirt, or tried to, giving a confused grunt as the hem seemed to lack any kind of slip between his skin and the fabric.

"What the hell? Get nngh off!"

All throughout his earlier posing, the red threads had gradually tightened, gaps becoming smaller, sizes shrinking, the airier parts of the fuku firmly pulled against his body as if they were painted on as his fingers tried to find any kind of gap to start taking them off. Even his socks were stuck, Jack panicking increasingly as minutes began to tick down, realizing the uniform wasn't coming off and he had to get to class soon. The thought of ripping them off briefly passed by, but the cost was absurd and he didn't want to waste all that money just cause he had stupidly put on something too small for himself. Besides, even with all his anxiety there was the fact that even now, they felt so good.

"Fuck okay I'll just... cover them up. They're basically just underarmor at this point. No one will know."

He hoped it'd be true, his cock bobbing oddly in the folds of the skirt as he slid on some jeans and the biggest hoodie he had, stuffing the necktie for the fuku down as far as it could go as he awkwardly slipped into his normal sneakers. He had to rush now, barely ten minutes to get to campus as he waddled awkwardly, too many worries distracting him from the oddness in his gait as his heels kept trying to rise up from the backs of his sneakers, the skirt subtly buffeting his hips left and right into a poor imatation of a girlish hip swing all the while the uniform continued to subtly squeeze. Thankfully it was just one period, one single class he had to sit in before he could run back and figure out how to undress. It shouldn't be that hard to keep his hobby a secret right? The red threads glowed as he stumbled into class, just on time.

Never before had Jack been so desperate for no one to notice him, which made the eyes as he quickly ran to an empty seat anxiety inducing, but also just a teensy bit... exciting? It certainly wasn't helping the raging boner he was tactically covering with a bookbag as he squirmed to the open spot decently far back in the hall, skin tingling from the slight attention as strands of his brown hair gained a reddish chestnut hue as they wisped down his cheeks. His heart was racing when he finally sat down, Jack nervously squeezing his thighs together as he struggled with a creaky attached side desk, more silky strands slipping to chin level as their soft pricks felt like the eyes of his classmates as he felt a perverted rush at the thought of getting away with it, wearing such prettystylishclothing in-

"GFFNM~?!"

He barely muffled the moan, confused at what he was feeling, his jeans rippling as the skirt beneath began to stroke, folds rolling back and forth while the panties buzzed up and down. The lecture was starting, but Jack didn't hear a word, taking deep breaths to try and calm down. Were the clothes automated in some way? Was this why they cost so much? God the silk felt so soft, how could some articles of clothes be so...

Underneath the red threads continued their work, a few parasitically slipping into his pores as they sucked. Jack only felt the tingling of goosebumps and tenderness, unaware all the hair on his body was pulling in, feeding the uniform as it continued its soft teasing. His jaw was clenched, struggling to hold back moans as the jutted dots of five o clock shadow turned back, his skin smoother, creamier and more responsive as the sailor fuku began to sensually rub against his top.

Jack felt like his brain was turning to jello, so much teasing melting his guard, his focus distracted as the short sleeves constricted around his biceps, thrusting up as the teacher asked a question Jack hadn't even known was asked.

"Gaaah?!"

His right arm was launched up at honors student speed, the sleeve gripping and stroking his upper arm as it softened. Worse were the eyes that trained on his upraised arm, the smooth skin shrinking under the eyes of his classmate, the sleeve of his hoodie pooling back as his heart thrummed, not even focused on the slimming fingers, the thinning wrist, his eyes trained on the falling sleeve as it bunched up around a slim elbow, the telltale white slip of his fuku's sleeve still hidden from view.

The relief didn't last long however, his name called as the teacher looked expectantly at him to answer a rather complicated-looking formula, all his classmates staringathimwideeyedlikeshewasaqueeeeen~!

"Uhhhhhm~ KFF!"

The collar of the fuku had been sinking shut like the lips of a venus flytrap, the hood of his hoodie hiding most of it from view as the detached handkerchief tied a knot directly over his adam's apple, adding a soft, coercive pressure as the collar shaved bulk from his thinning throat. Thoughts were racing faster than usual, his eyes widening as the class stared at his half-mute form, his coughs rising in pitch as each one subtly shifted his jaw softer, rounder, more hair inching down beneath his hood as it rolled up his forehead.

Ugh why did it have to be mathshesuuuuckedatmathandwouldtotallyratherbeinanyothersubjectthan-

"U-Um x equaaaals seven?"

His voice cracked as he answered, Adam's Apple knotted into nothing as a warm flush of shame and arousal filled him, already knowing just how wrong it was.

"I appreciate the enthusiasm but perhaps someone who was paying more attention could answer a question about tangent derivatives."

There were a few snide chuckles at that, Jack almost going crosseyed as his forehead scrunched, his eyebrows turning to bushy caterpillars as he had an urge to justyellatallthosemeanies andmake'emknowthat NOBODY messeswithMako-"

"MMMGH~! MM MMM~!"

That had definitely earned a few stares from his neighboring students, Jack shifting his legs desperately as a damp patch spread down his thighs, the panties giving his balls a firm squeeze that should have hurt, but something shifted into the most unimaginable bliss he had ever felt, the magnitude of it saving him from squealing as there was a sinking push between his thighs.

He was left trembling, a vacant stare in his wider eyes, a hint of drool glossing up his lips as they thickened with a few satisfied smacks. Without thinking, said lips worked up and down, silently at first, then the words just bubbled out like a stream as he half-moaned out in an excited whisper, "Ehehehe thatwassosososo GOOOOD~! But what was that cause it pushedandsuddenlyitwasallstarryandohmygodmybrainalmost... What am I saying?"

Jack could feel the other students shooting him weirded out glares, that attention feeding the hidden uniform further as he squirmed. This wasn't right, something was going on inside him and he h-had to stop it before- His elbow rammed against the metal siding of his chair as he groaned in pain, realizing his arm had tried to raise itself again, the overexcited flip letting him wrestle it between his thighs to more confused looks. He only noticed then how the rolled up sleeve hadn't fallen down, in fact it was still shrinking, the sweatshirt feeling thinner the same for his pants as threads were pulled into the hungry uniform rubbing his body into a horny frenzy.

"What the hell?"

The girl next to him was shooting a dirty look, Jack realizing what it  must look to have his hand trapped between his thighs as he kept shifting back and forth, the skirt not helping as the back cupped his ass and began to force a bucking motion as he felt his balls grind against his shrunken arm. More people were staring, their attention maddening, the blue curled up sleeve slipping into view as Jack didn't know how to respond, his nipples now rock hard.

If he tried to deny it he'd moan, if he moved his hand would come free and then beg for more attention. Worse, he could feel his balls pushing in the more they pressed against the side of his hand. Even if it was just slivers it hardly mattered when each push further melted his brains with pleasure that kept boring out his thoughts as his eyes twitched and lips splattered.

The fuku was like a frisky undergrad at this point, rubbing him all over, squeezing his shoulders lovingly as they rounded. More people were staring now, the snaps of his frame attracting their glances as the constant rubbing had his nipples raw and puffy. The more they stared the greater the pressure, like a heart attack only more sensual as pressure swelled beneath his nipples. More of it was visible, the entire right shoulder standing out against the black of his hoodie, the hood falling apart as the drawstrings were sucked down like noodles into the blue collar emerging from the top. He could feel the bubbly warmth of attention swelling in his brain, desperate for release, his jaw barely staying clenched when the fuku suddenly squeezed his left arm as the teacher asked another question.

This time he could see it, his hand shrinking as sparkly blue polish gleamed from longer nails, his muscle melting as the whole arm slimmed impossibly fast, the pressure now an insistent ramming that shook his pecs as the raised arm waved back and forth, fingers twirling to grab as much attention as possible. Jack could barely think the eyesallon h-his body th-the hem of the fuku rubbing and burning against his waist, something about to give if any more eyes m-madethatbubblyperfectpleasuremakeherheadgowoowoo andlikeit-

"So given the function's shape who can- Oh I see you've decided to give it another sho- What on God's green earth are you doing?!"

It was Jack's nightmare, everyone turning as the panties spanked his ass hard enough to knock him to his feet, the pressure erupting as he publicly came in class.

"Nngyaaaah~ nooo d-hooon't don't- LOOKATMELOOKATMELOOKAHHHHTMEEEE~!"

The eyes behind pushed on his back, the people to his sides landing on his waist while the ones up front dug against his nipples, tweaking them as mass pumped in as larger spurts shot out below. The weight of what was happening crushed him, Jack squealing as gushes splat out over his jeans, patches of them crumbling under their own weight as the fringes of the skirt tore its way free, continuing to spank him forwards as his balls continued to shrink.

His repeated screams of LOOKATME grew increasingly distorted by the pleasure, that bubbly sensation no longer just in his brain as his nipples pushed, so much of his body sinking into itself as the gathered attention crushed him, his height creaking down inch by inch as he struggled to get out of his row, making a sodden mess as everyone's rapt attention bore down with the uniform, his sides creaking, spine curving and all of it continuing to release under his nipples as they pushed out against the fuku.

In a pleasured daze his skirt continued to spank him forwards down the wide steps of the aisles, the room spinning as his thinned out hoodie struggled against his swelling chest, strips tearing open as muscle and height rammed his pecs bouncier, rounder, bigger. Feeling more of his midriff bared only intensified the pleasure, all that attention teasing his waist thinner, his spine curvier, each pop sinking him down till over a foot had either gushed out his skirt-clad cock or pooled inside his jiggly bust, the hoodie giving one final rip as it tore to shreds, Jaco screaming as his tits bounced free.

"OHMYGODITFEELSTOOGOOOOOD~! ICAN'TSTAHHPCUHHMINGOHGODOHGOD WHYCAHHHN'TISTAAHPSAYINGEVERYTHINGCOMINGOUTMY AHAHAHHAOOHOOHTHEY'REGETTINGBIGGER~!"

All that attention squeezed at once, Jaco thrusting as her puppeted body made it to the stage just as her waist finished curving, tits jostling as they swelled larger than his head as he flashed the class.

The fuku actually had to undo some of its stranglehold not to tear apart, Jaco really getting to work out his new core as it twisted and circled like he was showing it off, which at this point he had to admit to himself he was. Everyone was staring, even some passerbys starting to flood into the back to hear what was causing such a commotion. And they were all staring at him.

"OOOHOOHIFYOUALLK-HEEEP AHAHASOMANYPEOPLE AHHH NOOO I-I'ML-HOSING MYMIND'SALLFUZZYANDBUBBLYANDIT'SSOHARDTO HEHEHARDLIKEMYDICKISRIGHT NO NO I DON'T WAAHHNT TO S-SAYHOWGOODITFEELSTOALMOST GIVEPEOPLEAPEEKATMYCURVYTINYBAHHHHDY~!"

The skirt was adding a hip shimmy to the movement, his cock peeking out for a bit till the stares of the shocked crowd pushed the hard shaft back under the fluttery shield as his spurts turned watery and clear, his balls crammed inside a tight gap struggling to burrow deeper as an inch carved out his insides.

CRACK

"YESSSS~! AHIMEANNOCAUSEIREALLYDON'TWAAAANTTHIS BUTITFEELSSOGOODAHHH~ ICANFEELITINME! AND! IT'S! INCREEEEHDIBLEANDSTIRRINGANDMAKINGME-OHHTHESKIRTOHMYGODMYAAAAASS~!"

There was no longer any filter between his thoughts and his head causesheshouldalwaysspeakhermindofcourse~! So he was monologuing his changes as he felt them, his tits threatening to spill out, his dick fulfilling that promise as people jumped out of their seats to avoid the first row "splash zone” every time his skirt flared up and sunk more cock inside his widening bottom.

The skirt fondled him expertly, his tush perking up like his personality as each inch of cock seemed to swell behind his cheeks, his bottom already red from the repeated spanks of the skirt as it rubbed in strips against his thighs and half-sunken cock, Jako drooling and laughing and moaning as the crowd watching him change built and built, the pressure on his balls building till he couldn't take it any more sosheshouldjustflipherskirtandlet all~ thosepervswatchingmakethempop- wait what was he do-

There were scraps of his jeans that fully shredded when he did the skirt lift, Jako's brain bombarded with dozens of conflicting thoughts and feelings rushing through like five pots of coffee mixed with ten pounds of sugar, that sugary feeling turning to fat as his thighs filled out, squeezing together as their curvy, showy form added to the hip thrusts, his socks squeezing his calves down to little curved bottoms as the final few inches melted off his frame.

He hadn't even thought about his cock when he did the flash, attention bombarding it as his balls slid in, the entire rubbery shaft deforming and deflating as his public feminization reached its conclusion with a blistering fast round of nearly unintelligible screaming.

"OHMYGODMYBRAINIS BUUUUURSTING LIKEMYBALLSWHICHOOHTHEY'RERACINGINAHHSLIPPINGDEEPINSIDEANDICANFEELEVERYINCHOHOHITHINKMYBRAIN'SGETTINGALLGIRLYANDPINKANDI'MLOSINGMYMINDAHHAHHIT'SGOINGINOHMYGODOHMY GAAAAAWD~! YESYESYESYESIWANTITIWANTITSOBAAAAADIT'SSTIRRINGEVERYTHINGINTOASOUPYBUBBLYCARBONATEDBLISSFULYESYESYESYESAHILOVETHISOUTFITOHGODGODGODITSFOLDINGIN! ITS! GONNA! POPPINGITSPOPPINGITSYESYESYESAHHHNAHHHAHHHI'MCUMMINGOHMYGODI'MAGIRLYESYESYESGIRLYGIRLGIRLFRILLYBUBBLYSILLYTINYCURVY OOOOOOH~!"

POP

Mako groaned as she collapsed on the central stage, utterly satisfied as her new pussy dampened her panties, her cum-sodden shoes the last things to shift into girlish brown loafers with slightly extended heels, her toes wriggling and tapping as the socks squeezed them to fit the rest as she sighed before promptly getting up, brushing some dust off her skirt and returning to her seat.

The entire class was still staring at her in confused awe, the people in her row darting out but still watching as she sat as if nothing happened, worried whatever had caused a guy to turn into a bubbly ditzy schoolgirl might be contagious. The teacher who had run off the podium the second she had launched herself summed up the general mood of the class.

"What the fuck just happened?!"

Mako stared at everyone, her heart fluttering as she happily stood up and yelled out, "Iansweredyourquestion!" with supreme confidence before adding in a curious, "Waityoudidn'tsayifIwasrightornot. Hmm... wellwhichisit? WasIright? IbetIwastotallysuperduper riiiiight~!"

No one really knew how to react, the teacher just giving a nod as Mako jumped for joy, yelling out, "YayIknewitIknewit! AndIputonaniceshowforsuchaboringclass! AhwaitIwasn'tsupposedto- Sorryteachyoudoagreeeat job! Sodon'tbesadokay?"

Without saying a word he left as other students whispered to each other, Mako oblivious to the scene she had put on as she looked around.

"Doesthismeanit'sovercauseI'vegottabunchofstufftotryoninmydorm! But thaaaat's a secretsonotelling~!"

With that she skipped out of the room, happy to know she had made it through the period without making a fool of herself. She vaguely remembered also trying to keep some kind of secret but it felt weird not wanting to show off how hot she looked in her uniform. Besides she had way more embarrassing cosplays she wanted to put on now that she had the time. Maybe she'd even try working on her genderbent OC Jack though it was hard to find anything that fit her chest that didn't overwhelm her body.

For a brief moment that felt wrong, something almost making it to the top of her swirling thought vortex, but it was quickly dragged back into the current, her chatterbox mouth running a mile a minute all the way to the dorm, completely swallowed by the bubbly agent of mayhem proudly showing off her body as Mako eagerly skipped to the rest of her day.