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Mmmm… since you keep on demanding all the details, I suppose I should take a step back for the moment.  There’s some context that needs to be shared to fully appreciate what I was going through; specifically, how I was dealing with my sudden ‘transition’ from man to woman.

…Okay yes also because it makes it hotter.

What are you talking about?  This kind of stuff is perfectly normal for your average egg.

That’s what I said.

Ugh.  I said that this kinda stuff is perfectly normal for your average person!

Look!  A man getting off on turning into a super hot girl, getting trained into becoming more feminine, and then getting fucked by a man that’s super hot is a perfectly normal heterosexual fantasy, okay?!

Oh for -- shut up!  I’m moving on now.

So, I had spent, roughly speaking, a little over three weeks as a woman.  On the first day I was raped by a tentacle beast until I couldn’t even keep track of what was going on, and, a week later, my roper seed woke up.  While the latter two weeks are a bit… hazy, due to roper shenanigans, the first week was a haze of rapid adjustments.  And I did have to adjust fast.  I needed to move to get a good early start, from which I could properly snowball; otherwise, I’d probably lose against the Evil God of Chastity and Purity when it woke up.  I knew it would be a tough fight, and I didn’t want to leave anything to chance.

Thankfully, a lot of the adjustment came built-in with my body.  I knew how to walk, how to run, how to move my body in surprisingly dexterous fashion.  I automatically adjusted my weight for my lower center of gravity and most of my motions took into account my tits.

…Not all of them, mind.  It took me days to get used to the idea that I had to move away from the cauldron to get a good look into it.  My breasts blocked my line of sight straight down, after all.

One of the more… interesting discoveries, was that I was suddenly bisexual.  No, I’m not joking; it came out of nowhere for me.  I think I mentioned it before…?  Anyway, I rapidly found that muscled studs and curvy chicks could both get my motor running if I tried.  However, mental inertia is a pretty heavy force to be reckoned with… so while I could get off to thoughts of men, I didn’t really believe they were ‘for me’.  That meant that I was, without realizing it, avoiding looking at any of them.  Or thinking about them.  Or interacting with them, really.  It made my insides all gooey so I avoided them all.  Denial at its finest.

…Except for the damn ‘hero’, Otsuka Takeo.  Which, naturally, fed Shimizu’s fantasy of a crush.

Honestly, the thing that I noticed most about changing into a woman… besides the tits getting in the way of everything… was the change in clothing.  I already knew how to deal with long hair… Spoiler:  It Sucks… and my muscle memory was solid.  I was only really struck by my femininity when I dressed in the morning, and when I realized what I was wearing.

Thigh highs?  A miniskirt?  A blouse with a magic boob-pocket?

I felt my skirt swishing with every step, and I could feel the difference between parts of my leg that were covered and weren’t with every breath of the wind.

And, well.

…I felt pretty.

It was odd.  I had never really cared about my appearance before; I was just ‘another male’.  But when I was given that body, I quickly realized that I really, really liked how I looked in the mirror every morning.  It gave me an extra pep in my step.  Before the roper seed even hatched I was already using some of the beauty products that were stored in my room; stuf to keep the skin clear, and ensure it remains nice and soft.

It wasn’t even for anybody else, and it wasn’t to be ‘hot’.

It was to be ‘pretty’.

…Though I admit being ‘hot’ is pretty fun too~

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So.  It was on maybe the twelfth of around ninety days of roper-dom that it started to ‘train’ me… and around the, oh… seventeenth?  Eighteenth?... when I realized what it wanted in order to let me cum.

As a reminder, by then, I was very used to the constant pleasure that the roper was giving me.  It would fuck me every night at a minimum!  The constant pleasure felt good for my slutty body, almost healthy in a bizarre way.  And those days where it withheld pleasure from me until I touched a man?  That was pure torture.  I had to really think about what I was going to do about this.

I could tell that things would get worse, because that was practically the rule by which this world operated.  And I had a potion that could kill my libido for a full 24 hours.  I knew from the in-game description that it would act as a ‘libido reset’.  After those 24 hours, I would feel as if I had been fully sated; my arousal and heat wouldn’t just be put ‘on pause’.

But… I had around ninety days of being a roper.  Over seventy of which were left.  I had one day that I could kill my libido; this was a problem that one day wouldn’t solve.

So I thought about it with caution, and decided that I would let myself be ‘trained’.

I was embarrassed by the thought; pretty heavily, in fact.  I was worried about what the roper would have me do, how it would change me.  But I was confident that my morals would be able to hold back against anything actually evil, and I needed to keep my lead up.  If I got a good snowball going in the first year, then I could relax a bit, but I wasn’t even finished with the first month!  I only had one forest and the entrance into a cave system!

I couldn’t even start making money off of that until year two!

So I packed my single libido-killer potion into my purse -- carefully wrapping it so it would be cushioned from impacts, and I would need to work at getting it open to prevent using it on impulse -- and I went about my days.

The first time the roper held me off from orgasm, I managed to last around four days.  Four days of ignorance of what it wanted me to do --

-- argh shut up!  I’m getting into the hot stuff!  No my numbers aren’t perfectly accurate, I didn’t exactly record everything as it was happening!  It’s accurate enough, now can I get back to it?

Thank you.

So.  Four days of ignorance.  Four days of constantly squirming and panting.  Of constantly being molested and having no idea how to get relief.

But now… not only had I gone through those four days of torture?  Of wanting to cum so badly that I almost cried?  I also knew what it wanted me to do.

So I barely lasted a day.

I withheld for a full six time slots.  It started its teasing on the first slot of the morning, and I didn’t go to anybody for another five.  …But when the next day started and the time slots started anew, I caved.

And this brings us to Takenaka Yuu.

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Yuu was one of the five top male scorers in the academy; However, he lost the random draw, while Takeo won.  That didn’t mean he was gone from the academy, however.  He, like everybody else that wasn’t involved in the land grab, was staying in the dorms and going to normal classes.  Instead of, you know, scrabbling in the dirt and mud for random plant-scraps to proclaim our superior knowledge and nobility is worthy of being granted land.

He wasn’t even mentioned in the game outside of… maybe three scenes, total, so I didn’t know what to expect of him.  But Yuu had a view on women that was… well, the best way to put it is it was ‘setting reasonable’.  The entire world of that game is set up to turn women into desperate sluts desperate for cock.  If you read a history book, it’s full of examples of grand heroes who ended up with harems of hot, and capable, women.  The only reason why women weren’t treated badly was because all of the deities that actually did shit were the goddesses; the singular god did jack all, and everybody knew it.

But that didn’t help a horny teenager where history described how a famous general ended up being poisoned because he was weak to huge tits, and the enemy sent an assassin with tits magically inflated to be larger than any in his harem.

…No, I’m not kidding.

I really really wish I was.  That’s not even the stupidest death in the history books.

So Yuu had a very understandable, and reasonable, expectation of ‘women’ being weak-willed, slaves to their desire, and simply needing a ‘strong man’ to help set them right.

Now, while I very much want to get into how hot that is, I do need to note that normally, sexism is not okay.  It’s not okay here, and it’s not okay anywhere else, and I am aware of that.  I’m aware it’s an issue, I’m aware that it’s a complicated issue, and I’m even aware that some people go their entire lives without seeing it and get blamed for saying so.  I know all that.  It’s a thing, and it’s an ugly thing.

…That said?

I also find it, when it comes to sex?

Really really fucking hot.

But I had to mention how, in reality, it's ugly; if I didn’t, then it would bother me as I told you my story, and that would make it less hot!  Which I obviously can’t have happen.  I’m aware of what happened and how sexism is related to it -- and how sexism isn’t actually accurate -- but I need to make sure that you’re on the same page.  Essentially, so long as you are aware about what is ‘real’ and what is ‘fantasy’ when it comes to sexual enjoyment, then things are okay.

Okay?

Good.

So.

Yuu was fairly sexist, but at the same time, he didn’t really have a lot of options when it came to hot girls.  Because, by some coincidence, all of the hottest girls were taking part in the Land Grab.  He barely saw any of them, and he didn’t have permission to go exploring in the new lands in the first place.  He was just out of luck.

…Until I came along.

Innocent ‘ol me, my face flushed with arousal that had been building for a full day.  I was rapidly moving around the school grounds, trying desperately to ignore the fact that my roper tentacles where fucking my slit and my ass… goo makes a fantastic lubricant… trying to find any guy that I could use to sate my urges.

Well.  Almost any guy.

I saw Takeo, who seemed a bit rushed, running down a hallway… and promptly took a corner that took me away from him.

Later, I would think that this was an intentional ploy on Takeo’s part, to corrupt me.  Because just around the corner I saw Yuu.  He was on his own, grumbling about something as he exited a classroom.  He probably stayed late to ask the teacher a question, and he was clearly very distracted.

I didn’t even think.  I knew Takeo was nearby, and I knew that I had to avoid him.  So I called out, “A-ah, wait a moment!”  As I rushed forward.  Yuu paused at that and, frowning, turned to look at me… just as I rushed forward to clasp one of his hands in both of my own.

My roper let me cum.  “A-aaaaah~!”  I kept my moans down as much as I could, but I knew I was visibly shaking.  My mouth opened a bit, my eyes looking slightly dazed as I exalted in the sexual relief from it.  Leaving me… fairly exhausted, really.  I was panting, with an almost drunk grin on my face, when Yuu reminded me that he, uh.  Existed.

“...You are… Lady Ambrosia, correct?”

His question made me jerk to attention, and respond before I could think it through.  “Ah!  Um, yes, it is.  Thank you, uh --”

At the time, I didn’t know his name, so I left it there as I looked at his face.

And saw his smirk.

I knew that something was going wrong at that moment.

“It’s Yuu.  Takenaka Yuu.  What, so desperate to get off that you forgot my name?  How insulting~”  His words came with a teasing tone, and I felt myself pale as I processed them.

See, as I mentioned, Yuu had… Ideas, about what a woman was and was not.  And, quite fortunately for me… although I did dread it at the time… those ideas happened to be completely correct.  At least for me, at that time, given what my roper seed was doing to me.

“Ah!  Yes -- I mean, no, but thank you for your consideration, Sir Yuu,”  I said, my mind rapidly coming back to me.  I realized I was still holding his hand, and let go as if it scalded me.  “I’m afraid I really must go now.”

I quickly turned around, and made to leave at a rapid pace.

He called out, his tone making his smirk very clear to my mind's eye, “My room’s 313!  Come find me if you need to cum again, slut!”

And the best part~?

The roper rammed its tentacles in just the right way to make me shiver with pleasure as he called me a slut.

I still don’t know if it could hear what he said, or if it was a lucky coincidence, but what matters is that it convinced Yuu that he was right!