Asuka Practices At Home

Later that evening, as Asuka walked back into his home as the sun was setting, a blank in his memory he just couldn’t escape, he stumbled upstairs into his bedroom. Practically falling onto his bed with half his clothes on, he sighed in relief.

“That was some hardcore training.” He muttered, lying on top of his sheets with just his bedside lamp still on. “But if I wanna be the best, I can’t stop.”

In the drawer of his nightstand was a pink vibrator and a magic wand. Reflexively by now he reached into it and pulled out the corded vibrator egg and its small controller. With that recovered he pulled his t-shirt off and threw it poorly towards his laundry basket. He didn’t notice or care that it missed. His muscles and coordination were steadily vanishing.

With his chest bear he sat upright against his pillow and backboard and turned the egg on to its medium setting. The low just wasn’t enough for him. He pressed it to his vanishing pecs and felt the waves of pleasure over his dwindling muscles as they slowly became fat and mammary tissue. His nipples stiffened as he moved the vibrator in between them, brushing up against the tips of his nipples as they grew ever so slightly bigger and the fat accumulated, so far unnoticeably under them.

Asuka put his thumb in his mouth biting slightly as the pleasure built up and cascaded over him. His now half sized, compared to before, penis stood up and began peaking out of the front hole of his boxers pointing towards him. Asuka started to moan in lust.

“Sonobe… this training… is awesome…” He gasped as he turned the speed up. His mind raced as the pleasure and pressure and excitement bubbled up like an active volcano.

“For the championship… for the fame… for Rui…” he moaned, precum leaking out of his tip. “For Sonobe!” He screamed as he came over his chest without so much as touching his own penis.

Asuka laid down moaning and gasping for air. His hair suddenly, but unnoticeably grew, grew an inch longer. Muscle and fat continued to rearrange itself into a more feminine form under his chest, as his nipples now stood on hills of flesh just noticeable to the touch. The last of Asuka’s abbs disappeared and the tissue ran to his butt, waist, and thighs. His feet felt warm and uncomfortable for a moment, and so did his hands, as they both shrank to match his dwindling proportions.

And in the next room his mother and father were absolutely railing each other, moaning and screaming. Sonobe was incapable of noticing anything through his own clouded mind, and his parents unable to hear their increasingly feminine son due to Sonobe.