Not a Fan (Patreon)

Draven sat down on his bed to scroll through various apps, looking for something to do. He had plenty of time to kill, and no weapon to kill it with. Every social media he went on was filled with news about new anime adaptations or anime memes. Anime memes were notably terrible, just replacing the entire meme with a picture of an anime girl, absolutely abhorrent content. No matter where he went, he couldn’t escape. He tried blocking, resetting the recommendations, but it would always come back. He almost never actually liked or looked at the posts for any significant amount of time, but the anime always came back.

He turned off his phone and set it down beside him to relax. Breathe in, breathe out. All Draven has seen the entire day is anime bullshit. He wasn’t one to get angry easily, but he was being driven to the edge. “Anything, ANYthing but anime…” he sighed. The one thing that anime fans couldn’t do, he assumed, going outside would solve his problems. He picked up his laptop and carried it with him outside, he had some good ideas for caps and didn’t want to waste his ideas just looking at more low effort anime posts.

When he got outside, he pulled out one of his fancy chairs to take a seat, and set down his laptop. The laptop popped open and turned on, full battery. Lucky him. A day of writing was ahead of him, and he was a little excited to relax and let his creative juices flow. Draven logged into Deviantart to see what was up. His mind jumped at the sight of three new messages. The cursor darted up to the top right of the screen to investigate what he has been messaged. Three chat requests, a little strange. Usually they were from people he had talked to already. With a glance at the messages from the request tab, his eyes saw names he had never heard of before, clearly asian names. He looked them up only to see three different anime characters. He immediately closed out of the tab. Draven wished he could enjoy anime just as much as the people around him, but it simply didn’t click for him. He preferred other forms of media by far.

Another deep sigh arose from him. His ideas still swirling around in his mind, he opened up a document and started writing. An image could be found later, it was no big deal. The story was about a transformation into a popular e-girl, and donations causing her assets to grow larger. He also decided to throw a good ole sex scene in the end to spice things up a little bit. After successfully writing a pre-tf to make things actually make sense, the transformation could begin!

A woman that looks like a man isn’t exactly what the general audience would want, he thought as he made sure to include the shrinking and feminizing of the character’s stature and face. Despite his intense focus, he couldn’t keep his mind off of all the anime he saw throughout the day. He brushed it off and pushed it to the back of his mind and continued writing. He wrote about how much shorter they were, his own height decreasing to a little over five feet tall, his feet no longer touching the ground. How their face and body looked much cuter, his limbs becoming slender, losing most of their muscle as his face cracked and curved. His eyes turned a bright red, his nose pressing in to shrink while his lips puffed out to create a mouth perfect for taking dick. His work was interrupted for a moment as he took a drink, the water going down the wrong pipe as he coughed and wheezed, his voice raising the octaves with each attempt to get the water out.

Draven shifted in his seat a bit to account for his smaller stature. It just felt like an inconvenience to him while he was writing. This girl he was writing about had a cute ass, one worth writing about. He described how the character's behind grew softer with their hips accompanying. Still, unable to shake the thoughts of those anime girls from his head, his own flat ass bubbled and rippled with soft flesh, lightly lifting him off the seat while the excess flesh spread across the chair, coming close to spilling out. He noticed that his hips felt strange, like someone was yanking at them from both sides. He stopped his writing for a moment to take a glace down. Draven stared in awe as his hips slowly and pleasurably pushed out to womanly proportions. He clasped his soft hands over his behind, sinking into the feminine flesh, successfully turning him on. He was too aroused think rationally when he made the connection that whatever he wrote about would happen to him. He tested the theory, describing the character's ballooning thighs in vivid detail. He immediately checked his own, and let out a surprisingly girly "ohhhhhnn" as the skin stretched out to accommodate for his growing, thicker thighs. They wobbled up to each other, just barely touching in his seated position, providing adequate thigh gap.

Draven supposed that he had to save the best for last. For now, the other part of his body that would be desribed was his chest. He placed his hands under his oversized t-shirt and caresed his flat chest. A jolt of unfamiliar bliss ran through his nervous system as he grazed a nipple. He swiftly slid off the t-shirt with ease to discover that he had nipples fitting of a woman. Erect, sensual, arousing. His hands were shaking as he put them back on the keyboard, resisting the urge to grope his member. He mind and body raced with adrenaline and raw excitement as he knew exactly what he would type next. "Behind your nipples, the sensation of squishy flesh rushes i~AHHHNNN" he moans out before he could even finish the sentence. His own cries of bliss reminded him yet again of the damned anime girls. He forced the thoughts out as he focused on the radiant pleasure of his chest puffing out larger by the moment. His chest went from a barely there A cup, to a back-arching C cup, fat filling in until he was left with perky D cups hanging off his chest. He cupped them with his small hands, barely able to fit them under his sensitive underboob. He didn't dare touch the nipples, he had no idea how long this power would last for, he wouldn't want to waste it by potentially running out of time.

He returned to his keyboard again, he and him almost unfit to describe his body anymore. Pure anticipation pulsed through him as he began writing the best part. Key stroke after keystroke, cock shrinking, forming of a damp vagina. He waited for a moment as he finished writing, nothing... nothing... "MHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHH" he screamed like a girl from a hentai as his throbbing manhood erupted with load after load of sticky semen. He gripped both of his small hands around his bursting cock, lubing them up with his own cum as he stroked furiously to enhance the already body-shaking pleasure. His eyes rolled back while his ears were taken over with a slightl ringing. Dravens heart rate skyrocketed as the pure orgasmic bliss of cumming out every bit of seed was something he could have never experienced before. He continued stroking his now tiny manhood, until her figners slipped into something warm and wet. "Mhmmmmmmm, I'm... I'm... Cuh~uh~uh~MING" she cried out as she teased her throbbing clit, cumming yet again, and now as a girl.

To her dismay, her long brown hair from his transformation shortened, then faded into a reddish pink. Her brain not fully working after two earth shattering, panic was delayed as she rubbed the threads between her sticky fingers, eventually realizing how they changed. She turned on her laptop camera to see a pink eyed girl in the reflection wirh flowers in her hair. Her stomach sank as the face was a familiar one. It was just like... that anime girl he saw so often that day! "Nononono... shit shit shit..." she said under her breath, deleting the words she already wrote, attempting to delay the inevitable. The more of the document she deleted, the more her naked body was covered. Frilly white gloves covered her frantic deleting hand, making the process a little more difficult. The band connecting the flowers in her hair sprout out with a veil, one shorter than that of a wedding dress and not covering her face.

Draven kicked her legs out as a soft fabric enveloped them. It rose up her legs, creeping up to her thighs, then stopping. The sensation of her inner thighs being caressed made her crotch warm and tingly. Bright pink shoes to match her hair appeared to covered her feet as she felt something wedge into her womanhood. Pink panties rubbed against her pussy lips as they wrapped around her hips, then flourishing with the same flowers one her head. Her focused faltered from the dripping lust growing between her legs. Before she could get to pleasing herself, her breasts are squeezed and supported by a frilly bra to match the rest of her outfit. The feeling of her boobs being touched completely broke her, lustfully spreading her legs on the table before sliding her panties to the side to get a full view of her womanhood. "何てこと! (Oh my god!)" she exclaimed in her overly cutsey voice, disgusted that she had no control over it. Draven was conflicted between his fantasy of being a girl but being one from anime. He ignored his disgust in the pursuit of satisfying the dripping heat between her spread legs...