Kirika FTM TG

“I-I don't think I should hate taken that LiNKE-” Sweat beaded on Kirika's brow, dripping to the floor where she was kneeling. “S-somebody h-help me-” Her pleas were cut off by a sudden, blinding expanse of pain smashing into her like a wave. She was sent crashing to the floor, suddenly screaming from pure, condensed agony.

Stabbing pains emanated from her womb as it spasmed, bolts of agony coursing down to her slit. Burning blossomed in her crotch as fluid spilled freely from it. Kirika panted on the floor, throwing her head back and whimpering in pain as it cramped. Connective tissue was tearing as her womb slowly, slowly started to descend out of her.

Her face twisted in agony as a tremor passed through her. Her changing womb was starting to flood her body with testosterone, forcing it to change. Her legs twitched violently as the muscle started to work back and forth, forced awake by the hormonal surge. Kirika's whole body was violently being transformed into a kiln, sucking away her cute femininity and transforming it into a male mockery of itself.

Heat was racing across her skin and burrowing deep into her bones, the malevolent transformation attacking her wonderful, thick thighs. Sweat beaded as they burned and- with a shudder, started to deflate. The soft coating of adipose was being torn apart, the soft curves hardening as muscle showed through it. Her most valuable asset withered, turning into something no man would ever look at. Something disgusting and masculine. Stubble erupted across it as the testosterone coursed through her, the light hairs she so carefully shaved away thickening and growing into dark, coarse hairs. They rubbed up against her thighhighs and sprung out of the tops, getting tangled, sweaty and disgusting in the confined space.

As the transformation ate away her thighs, it coursed up into her butt and started to violently draw the tight bubble back into her. Kirika popped open an eye as she felt her little pair of sexy shorts grow slack on her butt suddenly, and reached back. “Huh? B-but...” She craned her head back, and saw her shorts deflating pathetically as the swamp of hair grew up to cover them. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what was happening to her. “O-oh god, no! No, no- AUGH!”

Spit flew from her mouth as she screamed again. Burning pain was exploding from her slit as her womb finally reached it. Popping open her shorts, Kirika reached out with a shaking hand as the hair grew up over her slit, the carefully shaved pubic mound starting to quickly grow back. A thin trail raced up her tiny belly, and her face burned in shame as she realized her sides were slowly curving outward as her lost fat was forced upwards.

Her hand stopped and pulled back for a second as it bulged, pain coursing through it. Each finger yanked in, one by one and lost it's lithe shape. The nails were forced in, losing their nicely manicured end and widening as they became blocky, clumsy things.

Some sense of sanity came back to her at this point, as she forced herself up and shouted. “Somebody, help! Help me! I'm-” She was thrown onto her back, foam forcing up her mouth as something started to forcefully press out against her slit. “No! No I need you!” Hair was growing on the inside of her tunnel as it shortened, bulged and merged with her pussy lips. Blood poured from the thin slit shooting out in thick spurts onto the floor. A horrible crushing sensation assaulted Kirika as she felt every single one of her eggs die, crushed away by the transformation. Veins pulsed and it grew out, the former ovaries descending into the sac and drooping down against her panties.

It was too much for Kirika. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt blonde stubble erupt across her jaw, coating her lips and cheeks. Men couldn't use Symphogears...She crawled across the floor to a mirror, feeling her hairbands tug painfully on her hair as it slowly tugged inwards. Looking into it, she saw what she was now- a freak. Her formerly cute face - which, no, was indeed starting to grow less round - was marred by a scraggy, horrible looking beard, and her cute haircut was slowly tugging into her. A faint breeze graced her neck as the messy strands lifted off of it, growing too short for her hairbands to stay in- so they popped off and pathetically clinked on the floor.

In a crazed panic to preserve some of her rapidly dwindling femininity, Kirika scrabbled for the clips, but knocked them to the side and under a table with her clumsy male fingers. Reaching for them, she was suddenly taken by another spasm of pain from her crotch.

Her slit was engorging, the head swelling and melting as a tear painfully opened in the front. The skin looked angry and dry as it forcibly sprouted out of her. Muscles twinged and pulsed inside of her, pushing the flesh out from some deep reservoir within her, the sensation not unlike going to the bathroom. It grew bigger and bigger as a horrible slimy feeling started to spasm at the base of her... her penis. The foreskin grew forward, new slimy lubricant sheathing her dick as it raced forward and started to cover the tip, but was forced to the base of the... head as it splurged and grew just a little bit further. Thick cum dribbled from the tip in a small orgasm, splattering the mirror and running down her length to soak into her shorts and panties.

The pain was expected at this point- and welcomed. She fell against the mirror, choking back sobs as the monster she was turning into started to force it's way to the surface. The sounds of bones snapping- a horrible crack masked by sloshing flesh that echoed up her skeleton and into her ear from the inside and the outside. Agony, is what it was, but it helped distract her from the stress of her transformation.

A snarl of pain escaped her lips as a shoulder shunted out. The clavicle groaned and strained as it forced out, followed quickly by the other one, stretching her slim hourglass of a body into a more top-heavy one- not in the way she wanted, though. Her tank top grew more tight on her body under her hoodie, which itself was quickly growing taunt. The straps of her bra rode up and tugged the underwire of her bra up into the flesh of her breasts.

Her breasts...

No, no, no-

Tears were flowing freely now as she pawed her chest, feeling the horrible burning consume her chest. It started at the base, slowly sucking them inwards. Fatty tissue collapsed and her milk ducts atrophied, small amounts forced out by the pressure and wetting her tank top. The small channels she had been able to feel in the nipples collapsed and they shriveled into tiny, male things. Her body ate up the extra fat as they reduced to just the withering glands, her belly growing a little bit bigger and hanging over her shorts in an unsightly way.

Sensing that all her ability to be a mother had been taken away, her hips suddenly seized. Clicking erupted down them as they suddenly forced forward, the backwards tilt that had developed since puberty disappearing as her hips snapped straight. The slight curve that had shaped her back was gone- not that you'd want to see it on the masculine, straight backside she now sported. Forgetting for a moment that she still had some hips left, Kirika gave out a surprised yell as they suddenly crushed inward as well.

Anatomically, Kirika was nothing more than a short, hairy blonde boy. Having conquered her body and destroyed her feminine self, the evil inside of her surged forward, determined to make the most out of it's new plaything. Her legs ached as the bones stretched and grew longer, Her ribs were splaying apart, swelling her chest out and removing the final curve of her stomach.

The growth was the final nail in the death of her outfit. With a protested groan, her shorts tore at the zipper, tearing down the groin, followed by the gusset of her panties flopping down as the elastic snapped at the sides and letting her penis burst free. Rips opened in her thighhighs as her legs swelled too big, ripping open not to show pale, fatty flesh, but dark, hairy and thin legs that writhed like weird, hairy slugs dispelling the illusion of femininity.

Kirika's bra, now uselessly riding up against her chest, finally snapped open as her tank top tore open at the seams, only being held to her chest by the tattered spaghetti straps. Her hairy chest was the only thing that was hidden by them, now.

Pushing herself off the mirror and into a sitting position again, Kirika wondered if it was finally over. She looked into the mirror and saw her still feminine face, even as the hair pulled up off her ears and into a boy's haircut. No, no it wasn't done mutilating her yet...

A sort of horrified fascination had taken her over, now, and she watched with entranced horror as her face started to pulse. “D-dess..." Her voice came out still light and feminine, but then her throat seized and she threw her head back. Something was choking her voice- her precious and cute singing voice out of her. She gurgled and coughed as something slowly slid down her through, pinning her vocal chords as they grew longer inside of her. A lump painfully descended and bulged out against her neck in time with her chokes growing deeper and irrevocably masculine.

“No...” She... no, not a she anymore- she didn't want to be a he, though. She sobbed in a scratchy, not fully developed male voice. Her lip trembled as it slowly withered, becoming thinner and pressing into a flat expression. Small amounts of blood welled up around the lid as her eye shrank slightly in her skull. Smaller, less vibrant and less lively it became, becoming much more of a match for her mood.

Twinges and slight cracks assaulted her face as it distorted. Her nose bulged out, making her snort as it lose it's button and became straight- then blocky. Her thin eyebrows grew more bushy, thickening and growing slightly out of control as a few hairs sprung up between them. Each of her cheeks was now gaunt, letting her see the shape of her jaw change and shift as it bulged. Gone was the feminine curve as it popped out in fits and starts. It was strong, now, but not in a pretty way like Tsubasa's was.

Kirika waited and waited, her eyes glued to the mirror as she waited for something else to change. Nothing came. The vestiges of her erection slowly oozed from her dick as she waited for something, anything to happen. Silently, she hoped she would start to change back. That maybe this was all some horrible dream, or a bad side effect that could be reversed. But nothing changed.

His life as Kirika Akatsuki was over.