T.S. Journal Entries Ch. 04

(Thanks for reading this series! If you haven't read the other chapters, you can keep reading on, with risk of being confused due to lack of understanding, or you can go to my page and read my other entries in the series. I don't blame you if you want to skip ahead, this is when the good stuff starts, here.

PSA for returning readers: If you've been reading my stories for a while, and plan on continuing to do so, please note that my release schedule will be much longer. Unfortunately, more waiting in between each story. But my hope is that the future series can be more complete and maybe even uploaded as one whole story. My Chapter Ones tend to do better than my Chapter Twos, after all.

Good sex, with the transformed Randy involved, but with a twist! Breast expansion, extremely tall/strong people, and titjobs are the main kinks here! If you aren't into it, don't read it. This is your warning if you're under 18, too.

But if you just want to get to the reading, I won't stop you.

Read on!)

--melonmusk29

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Chapter Four

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The numbness started to subside. It had been almost an hour of waiting, and the club was supposed to be finishing up now. But no one was going to leave.

It wasn't uncommon knowledge anymore, Randy was known all over the school as the female shapeshifter. Only girls -- no guys he could become. Despite the stigma he faced, people were surprisingly tolerant and open with his power. He had even found a date in the middle of all of this, Emma. The yin to his yang, the outspoken, extroverted and breathtaking woman who had found the courage to ask him out, she had started to open up him and his powers. To use them more often, to be confident about himself.

Randy had agreed to using his power, reluctantly, for cosplaying at Emma's event which was now only one day away. As a part of a anime group cosplay, he was becoming the fan-favorite Rensuko from Frozen Hellhole. Now, after transforming, it was time to see what had really happened.

"God... it really worked... I don't even know if that's really Randy anymore."

Randy overheard someone murmuring. Through the haze that occurred each time he transformed, he hadn't gathered his senses yet. It must be Toriko, the stylish gyaru girl that had no filter.

"Don't say that, Toriko! It's still him, no matter how he looks."

That must have been Emma.

Randy found the strength to finally open his eyelids.

He felt heavy, more strange in his body than he had ever felt in a different body before. More powerful... in a way. More effortless. The weight was in different places.

"We should probably cover him up..." Emma suggested.

Randy was looking face up at the ceiling. From what he could feel, it felt like he was lying on a series of desks pushed together.

"Will he even fit into the costume anymore? He's a lot bigger than I thought." Emma seemed worried.

"Nah, definitely. It's to her exact size, and it's stretchy even if there's a problem-- look! She-- no, he's awake!" Toriko seemed proud of her craftsmanship.

Randy lifted his heavy head slightly. Everyone was crowded around the table he was lying on. They looked concerned, worried, and serious.

"What's the big deal?" Randy asked, trying to lighten the mood, but his voice was so soft, feminine and high that he himself became concerned.

"Her voice too! This is going to be great!" Toriko was ecstatic.

There was, luckily a mirror in the corner of the room. As fast as he could, Randy got off the table. The tables creaked with his weight, and his bare footsteps pounded as he got closer to the mirror. And saw who he was.

"Holy shit." You would think that Randy was used to this feeling of being in someone else's body. But with something this huge, he wasn't.

The first thing he noticed was his size. It seemed dead on; seven feet tall. Massive. He was completely naked, save for a few shreds of his former clothes, detailing everything this body had to offer. Randy's legs were thick as a log. As wide maybe, as his head, they were toned and slightly muscular, but there wasn't much in the way of definition. Rensuko wasn't drawn with a hyper-muscular physique; she hid her strength. Her hips were past her shoulders in how wide they were, and her ass was supremely perfect, ballooning out in a gigantic bubble butt. Her waist was somehow thinner than his waist used to be, but it was toned and had clearly defined abs hidden by her tits.

The next thing he noticed were his new breasts, by far the largest he had ever seen. It seemed the transformation had gone overboard with them; the drawing had them at just as big as her head, but the ones he sported were bigger than basketballs. Out past her shoulders, nearly to her hips. They had a heft to them, slightly saggy, but in a perfect way. They sagged in a way to indicate that they were real and not implants, but their shapes were still very round and strong.

Finally: His face. His face was drop-dead gorgeous, the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Perfect Asian shape, with a clear cute aesthetic that emphasized youth with perfect eyes and face structure, but that still exuded maturity with plump lips and long eyelashes. Randy's hair dead on: Curtain bangs partially obscuring his eyes, an extremely voluminous wolfcut that expanded to a width nearly past his shoulders and flowed down her back and curled over on one side to go over her shoulders to her chest. A bright, saturated shade of red, with highlights of black mixed in.

His eyes creeped down to her waist. Normally, as was often the case, he would have gasped at her bare pussy. But right now, it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. It was large and had a clear bulge, but it seemed extremely tight and strong.

Finally, he turned back around to face his peers. He immediately remembered that he was naked, turning beet red.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry guys, I can't--" Randy started hastily searching for clothes.

"What's there to worry about? It's not your fault, and besides, there's no clothes here that will fit you... besides the costume." Toriko justified.

Randy looked around. Toriko seemed cheery as ever. Emma seemed worried. Both Eric and Luke were looking away, as red as he was. Suyuan seemed slightly embarrassed as well, strangely.

"I mean-- I'm... I'm naked! You guys shouldn't have to see... this...?" Randy asked. His voice, high-pitched and feminine, was going to take quite of time to get used to, as was the view. Randy wasn't far from the ceiling, and everyone else looked quite small.

Toriko opened a bag, and out came the black leather outfit he had to wear.

Breathing in deeply, Randy could feel the difference. Even with all of the transformations he had done before over the years, it was still weird. Especially in someone so giant and voluptuous.

It took a while to get the costume on. It was designed as one piece, especially because the anime featured it as virtually skintight. It was meant to be something that showed off Rensuko's body, something that looked demonic and otherworldly, but most importantly, something that was sexy.

The whole costume began at the neck, where a choker-like device fastened around Randy's neck and descended downwards. Moving outwards to cover up Rensuko's breasts, the outfit left her arms bare. After tightening around the waist, which was barely visible due to Randy's boobs, it flared outwards and perfectly shaped his new ultra-wide hips and bubble butt. Rectangular sections going around the thighs were cut out, giving a glimpse into Rensuko's legs, and only halfway before the knees, the outfit stopped.

Randy turned around, looking at himself from all angles.

"God... this is so tight..." He muttered. This was especially true in two places. For one, his thighs and ass were literally bulging out of the pants portion, popping through the rectangular cutouts and at the cutoff. Inside, it was gripping Randy's crotch, squeezing, like someone's hands were holding onto them. His clitoris was only a millimeter away from being smothered by the outfit, and he feared he might feel too good if he did the splits in the outfit.

The other place where the outfit was tight was obviously his boobs. As Randy's transformation had overdone his tits, they didn't really fit in the outfit. His gigantic, beach-ball sized breasts stuck out of the taper, bulging out just like the thighs. The black leather strained as it tried to conceal them, stretched to the maximum and completely skintight.

"How do you... uh... feel, Randy?"

In a high-pitched, cute voice with a Japanese accent, he returned, "Um... it's a bit tight."

Emma sighed. "Yeah, it's definitely tighter than we expected. Your transformation probably wasn't exact... we should have found a picture with her proportions as accurate as possible..."

"I think it's fine. Actually, I think it's better this way." Toriko admitted.

"... really?" Emma asked, not seeing the vision. She sat down onto the nearest chair, skeptical.

"Well, let's do the rest first. Give it a chance, yeah?" Toriko suggested. She rummaged through the bag and out came the rest of the costume.

Randy waited patiently sitting down, as Toriko and Emma stood on chairs to reach her. She was that big. The different accessories, parts, and makeup of Rensuko still had to be applied. This was the part of her that they had insisted upon doing themselves. After all, it wasn't cosplay if it was a shapeshifter. They had to put in the work and at least make it seem like a human effort.

After waiting for quite a long time, Toriko stopped applying the makeup. She looked at Emma, and Emma nodded. It appeared Randy was ready.

"Okay, Randy! It's time, our work has been completed! It's time to see what we can accomplish!" The ever bubbly Toriko exclaimed. Randy looked around, hesitant. Everyone around him, instead of being disgusted or appalled by him, was embracing him. His fears hadn't of come true. He was free to be himself.

He stood up. With the eyes of everyone watching him, he turned to face the mirror again. Looked himself up and down. Prosthetic horns had been installed on his forehead, they poked up perfectly through his long bangs. Long, dragon like fingers covered his real ones, giving himself demonic claws. He sported black, rustic boots that matched the fantasy setting where Frozen Hellhole was set. His face, made more exaggerated and gorgeous. Now, his eyes had been made up in a way that suggested a wide-eyed, curious and innocent look. His cheeks were made a distinct shade of pink that matched the constant blush that accompanied the character from the anime. Color contacts had been set in to make his eyes red.

He was Rensuko.

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ONE DAY LATER

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A shrill rapping sound on the door. Muffled voice comes through.

"Hey, Randy, you awake yet?!" It was Hikaru. Lately he would pull this routine, especially if he hadn't seen Randy in a while. He didn't trust Randy hiding away anymore.

"I-- I'm coming!" A high-pitched, feminine voice spoke to Hikaru.

Hikaru guessed Randy had transformed again. "What's going on with you, today?" He called out.

The door swung open. "R--Randy?!" Hikaru exclaimed.

"Huh? What's-- what's up?" Before Hikaru, a seven-foot tall Japanese woman wearing a tight, revealing leather outfit barely hiding her tits the size of beach balls stood.

"Is-- is that you? Did..." Hikaru was at a loss for words.

"I'm sorry, I don't... I don't know who you are... do you need something?" The woman blushed and earnestly smiled at him.

"You're Randy, though! This is your apartment! I'm Hikaru, man!" He was sure of this. When looking past into the apartment, he could see Randy's exact posters.

"No, I'm Rensuko."

"What happened?! We gotta find out what happened to you..." Hikaru came inside. He was positive, somehow, that this was Randy inside.

"I'm sorry, I don't know who you are, and I have to go somewhere. I'm waiting for someone..."

Hikaru turned around, suspicious. He had a sneaking suspicion of something Randy hadn't told him.

"Who? Who are you waiting for...?" Hikaru asked, facing Rensuko.

"Uh... well, I don't really remember her too well, but she told me that I had lost my memories, but I was supposed to come and help her out today... she took me back here and told me to meet her back where she had found me. I think her name was Emma." Rensuko shrugged. Her breasts jiggled immensely as she did so; the outfit was no bra and provided no shock protection.

Hikaru got to thinking. He knew Emma was in the cosplay club... and Emma and Randy had gone on a date. It didn't seem outrageous to think that Emma had convinced Randy to transform as a part of a cosplay... but that still didn't explain the memory loss. It seemed like Randy... believed he was the character he was portraying.

"When do you have to... uh... meet Emma?" Hikaru asked, still in the doorway.

"Actually..." Rensuko went to the fridge in the dorm and pulled a post-it note off the fridge. "It says that we have to meet at 3:00pm, whatever that means."

Seriously? The character he was cosplaying as couldn't tell the time?

Hikaru told Rensuko plainly, "That's not for a few hours-- a long time. Maybe we could try to jog your memory?" He suggested, sitting down on the table near the front of the apartment.

Rensuko looked around innocently. "Um... sure, I guess." She got up and turned around, facing the kitchen. When she did, her huge thighs became known to Hikaru. They were bigger than what Rensuko thought too, since they hit the table.

The sheer force of her ass hitting the table leaned Hikaru's chair over. Wobbling, falling over, Hikaru started flailing his arms to try to grab on to something, to desperately prevent his fall. As the chair tipped over the edge, he instinctively grabbed onto the nearest, most secure and enticing thing within arms reach.

He grabbed ahold of Rensuko's left boob.

For a moment, Hikaru was held in suspended animation, about to fall if he let go of Rensuko's tit. It was so soft, so meaty and supple. He realized that boundaries didn't permit him grabbing her breast, so he began to let go.

Then he saw her expression.

Rensuko, red as a beet, seemed to gain immense pleasure from having her melons the size of beach balls being held. Almost to the point of drooling, her mouth was curled in a sort of smile that didn't indicate simple happiness.

It indicated lust.

Hikaru was still about to fall. Rensuko's expression made him hesitate. Without even thinking, the hunger in his mind for more did something. He immediately latched on to the other melon.

Pure bliss! Softer than anyone else's, so big they nearly engulfed his hand, they were perfect. And they were his for the taking.

Rensuko had the same idea.

With Hikaru still leaning over, Rensuko grabbed him by the sides and began hoisting him up to his level.

"Oh... fuck, you've just made my day." Rensuko spat out, pushing him against the wall.

Now both of their heads were at equal level, but Hikaru was lifted way off his feet. Rensuko had complete power. Their eyes locked. This was definitely consensual and agreed upon at this point, there was no doubt.

Slowly, she began enclosing him into a hug, lowering him and positioning him at just the right place. Hikaru closed his eyes as Rensuko buried him in her endless bosom.

Jiggling, shaking, her breasts were perfect. Hikaru sloshed around her breasts before rising from them. Rensuko looked down at his pants. A very visible tentpole. Hikaru began reaching to unzip them, but he was too late. Rensuko ripped them off of him with one hand, shredding them and casting the leftovers aside. She grabbed ahold of his fully erect dick, pulsing and hard as stone, and carried Hikaru over to the bed.

Knocked senselessly onto the front of the bed, Hikaru watched hungrily as Rensuko dived after him. After carefully peeling off her outfit, she held him down and got to the correct level.

Hikaru started moving backwards, moving against the board of the bed. He wondered if this was what was about to happen.

Rensuko laid stomach down on top of Hikaru and smiled at him lustfully. There was a short pause, leaving Hikaru anticipated-- then, as quickly as he could notice, Rensuko sandwiched her tits between Hikaru's dick.

Immediately, unexpected and sharp, an intense wave of pleasure overcame Hikaru, unlike he had ever felt before.

Moving them, massaging them back and forth, Rensuko was able to make Hikaru feel so much to the point where he was losing it. "Gah! I-- can't... it's so much..." He managed to say.

Hikaru began now getting thrashed back and forth by Rensuko. Her face was red and blushing, and she was also getting lost in all of the pleasure. This was easily the most intense sex Hikaru had ever had. When Hikaru finally looked down, he saw the most swollen, enticing pussy he had ever seen... and it was wet. All he could do was look on as Rensuko grunted and massaged her tits more.

Finally, she got tired of the titjob and decided to stop. She removed her breasts, breathing heavy, and there was a brief moment where it seemed like the sex was over. Then Rensuko ravenously dived for Hikaru's dick headfirst, instantly deciding to suck it.

Somehow, more pleasure. It was mind-blowing the amount of adrenaline going through Hikaru, it was too much.

He had, quite modestly, a pretty long dick. Five inches flaccid, eight inches erect, with a 1.9 inch girth, it, combined with his personality, had garnered him many women already. Throughout college, he almost felt bad when his roommate was trying to sleep one wall over. It was pretty frequent that he got laid. His cock surprised many of the college girls he had slept with, being longer than most adults and plenty enough for young 18/19 year olds. The only caveat being that no one could really give him a proper blowjob.

It was simply too big for anyone, so he mostly resorted to regular vaginal. With condoms, of course.

But there was something different about Randy right now-- he was seven feet tall. Much bigger than anyone else he had slept with. Even so, still not big enough for anyone to swallow the whole thing.

Or so Hikaru thought.

Slowly, Rensuko dug in, giving in to a back-and-forth motion. But eventually, she decided to go all the way.

Quickly, before Hikaru's very eyes, Rensuko inched her head forward, putting more of Hikaru's meat down her throat. She didn't care how long or big it was.

"Hey, I think you should stop! You're going to hurt yoursel--"

Hikaru moaned.

Rensuko was all the way in.

The back and forth motion continued once more, Hikaru along for the ride. Fast, so fast she moved back and forth, that she began slamming Hikaru with such force that he was repeatedly banging against the wall. He was powerless compared to her, completely and utterly at her mercy.

She clenched, squeezing. Her eyes became glazed over and tilted upwards as she lost it over the pleasure.

"Uh, I think-- you should get out! I'm gonna cum!"

Rensuko didn't care. Or maybe she did, since she only seemed to tighten and dig deeper in.

"Ugh! Don't--" Hikaru wasn't able to finish as a wave of fresh semen rushed out of him and into Rensuko.

He could see it dripping out of the sides of her mouth, but she was actively sucking and lapping it up.

Hikaru began pumping more and more, and Rensuko didn't stop. They kept going. The climax kept going... and going... until finally, it stopped.

For a moment, Rensuko still had her eyes glazed as her mouth was still fixed to Hikaru's cock. But eventually, she slowly slid her way out.

Mouth dripping, she breathed heavy. She was sweating, wet and coursing with desire still. Hikaru just sat there on the bed, his cock almost dry. Then Randy's phone, kept carefully on his bedside desk, began vibrating.

It was Emma.

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Journal Entry #132

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When I came back from my outing with Emma, Toriko, and the others, my new friend Hikaru told me to write in this. He said that a person named Randy did it every day, and he would be upset if he came back and noticed there was a gap in the dates. So he told me to do it for him.

What do I talk about? I don't remember anything past today. All I know is my name, Rensuko. Somehow I know how to speak, read, write, but I don't remember when I learnt to. The person Emma gave me the only outfit that seems to fit me. After I met Hikaru, Emma took me into a large area with lots of people. Some people were eating. She told me to walk around with a sign and tell people there were they could find the "Cosplay Club Donations" desk. Whatever that was. She says I have to do the same thing tomorrow, but not the day after tomorrow. After that, she will tell me everything I have forgotten, apparently. Somehow the person Hikaru told me about, Randy, is involved in some way.

Hikaru is the most wonderful person I have ever met. He's beautiful, he has a great personality, and he just has that sexy hot quality that makes you want to be used by him. Fucking him felt so damn good. His cock, his wonderful cock... it's somehow tasty and beautiful. It's big, but he's able to make me love him no matter what his size is. He's so cute, I just want to pick him up and tear off his pants... his cum is just so tasty, I can hardly think. I'm going to see him again tomorrow, and then I'll be able to taste it again. Just thinking about him makes my heart race and remembering what we did actually made me cum on my own... I can't wait to see him again.

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(Quite the bountiful chapter! Very long, but full of substance and great stuff! I hope you liked it, because more content is coming! In the comments, tell me your critique and share your thoughts.

It might be a while before the next one, but I have every intention to continue the series. Reading the journal entry will put you in the mindset for the next chapter, and it's a decent way to recap if you forgot the last chapter's contents.

Until next time! Stay tuned!)

--melonmusk29