Rating: Explicit

Length: 5k

Ship: wangxian

Tags: smut, lust turned love, fluff, flirting, blowjob, begging

Summary:

After a mysterious sexual awakening at Jin Sect hunting grounds, Wei WuXian takes special notice of Lan WangJi and decides he wants everything to do with him. Adaptation and canon divergence from chapter 69.

   Jason’s gaze was filled with pity. He recalled the days of Bruce’s training, he would stand aside and run him through an obstacle course that Olympians would find taxing. Jason remembered the bruises he earned in their sparring sessions. For the longest time, he thought it was impossible to hit the old man until he finally managed to land a punch on his stomach. Jason felt so elated he nearly did a flip, and a second later he wished had when Bruce’s knee impacted against his solar plexus. He was still happy though even as the old man chastised him for dropping his guard, saying for the first time his favorite saying “dropping your guard means death”. Looking at him now, feeling the soft flesh of his absurd tits between his fingers, it was harder and harder to see Bruce.

   “Bruce,” Jason says, his fingers never once stopping their torturous assault on Bruce’s fat jiggling tits, “you shouldn’t tell lie’s,” Jason took hold of Bruce’s turgid nipples and twisted them. “Hnnnnnnyaaaa! I’m sorry, I’m so bad. You should just bend me over this table and punish me right now,” Bruce struggle against his restraints valiantly, his eyes never losing focus on Jason’s mouth. Thoughts of wrapping his plump thighs around the young man’s rock hard shoulders, tearing that silly mask off and plunging his little clitty into his soon to be cock pocket. Bruce’s eyes rolled into his skull as fantasized images of Jason’s lips plumping around his clit and could nearly feel the weight of the torpedo’s Jacey would grow. The figment look he could have as his cock shrinks away into his moist cunt and the marvelous will of the doctor takes root in his empty head. Bruce is so lost in his subservient fantasy, enthused spittle leaks from the bound tranny’s mouth and is so lost in his fantasy that even Jason’s practiced fingers kneading his sensitive tit flesh seem to make no inroads into his awareness.

   “Bruce, Bruce?” Jason pulled his mask off, he still wore the deep red mask over his eyes. He continued to call to his mentor, trying to pull him from his sex-addled fantasy. “Bruce, stay focused,” Jason right hand drifted to his rubberized dicklette. The tumescent dick was painfully hard and pointed at a slight upward angle. Jason’s finger pressed against his thumb until it shot passed and flicked the organ with no small amount of force. Jason thought to rouse Bruce back to a semi-useful state, but the poor boy failed to take into account the severity of Bruce’s imagination, and just how close Trans-Batman’s dicklette was to bursting.

   Bruce arched his back and released a tremendous wail. His boi clit erupted and the first jet stream of cum struck the former boy wonder in his eye, it stung with pain and his teeth gritted, a hand flung up to clear the horrid gunk away when another wad struck against his teeth. He gasped, horror gripped him as the question of how much of Bruce’s cum was needed to initiate a change, and in that moment another salvo of bitter seed shot against the inside of his cheek. The wetness in his mouth was so warm, so warm he thought it should burn. But there was no pain, just a warmth the continued to grow throughout his body as this jizz traveled down his throat. Was this what all cummies tasted like? Jason thought. If it was, he already regretted not sinking to his knees the second he saw Brucie, of course, he would want this. He could hardly believe he had gone this long without tasting this ambrosia! He wasted no time scooping up the sweetness in his eye and rushing over to seal the magical dicklette between his slowly plumping lips. First, he kissed the sweet little idol, so grateful to it for showing him the error of his ways. It was child's play for him to take the entirety of Brucie’s cock into his mouth, balls an all. He held the sweet thing there and made good on his half-hearted promise to shotgun all of his mentor’s cummies.

   The torrent, to Jason’s unending gratitude, never seemed to let up. Load after load was poured into the young man’s mouth as changes took hold of him both inside and out. Jason was constantly needing to adjust his position as his height left him, he was an imposing man before but as the seconds passed he became extremely small. The muscles tempered over years of hellacious physical training melted away leaving him scrawny and not even able to reach five feet tall on his tiptoes. His clothing hung on his frame and made him look like a child playing dress up. His pants and underwear had all but slid off, catching around his feet. The mass of his body hung magically in the air, but all came crashing back onto his body. His hair lengthened, his thighs thickened, his ass distended and swelled outwards becoming a shelf. His chest became puffy and surged outward, nearly unbalancing him. His breasts grew and grew, until they rivaled Brucie’s, then quickly surpassed them. Jacey’s pendulous melons jiggled an undulated as their growth finally slowed, a small part of his mind felt confused by their presence but was almost immediately overpowered by a cool breeze passing over the tender skin. His juggs were two cup sizes larger than Brucie’s, their perkiness tested the durability of his armored shirt as they pressed against and distorted the symbol upon it.

   A tickle passed through his soft cock, his cheeks flushed and he squealed excitedly, anticipating the final change. His testicles are the first to tingle as they shrink and recede into his body, reclaiming their former place and becoming his very functional ovaries. His seven-inch cock became ridged, a last hurrah, as a tickling passes over it and it too recedes. Inch by inch his cock vanishes into him, the sack that contained his balls pulling upwards becoming the lips of his sensitive pussy. The cool air of the bat cave feels like torture on Jacey’s rapidly sensitizing cock as it diminishes and pulls into its place, shifting and become a hypersensitive clitoris. With one final pull, Jason Todd is no more and with an orgasmic cry, Jacey Tiddy made her presence known to the world.

   “Huff, huff, huff…Brucie! Like, why didn’t you tell me that your cummies were, like, the best thing in the whole world? I totally woulda polished yer knob way sooner!” Jacey said, undoing the straps that held her mentor and best friend prisoner. “I told you you’d love it silly! Thank’s so much for letting me help you, I’m sure the Dr. Rub Her will have you working in no time!” “Oh, you’re so good to me! Hug time!” Jacey says, wrapping her arms around her mentor as best as she was able with the massive wall of breast flesh that stood between them. Without a sound, and before either one could react, they both felt a tightrope slide over both their backs and tightly bind them. The cord left no give and began to glow, and with its brilliant light came a searing pain in both of their minds as if their entire realities were being burned away. Wonder Woman holds the other end of the lariat, a dejected look decorates the warrior's face and a tear streams along her cheek, “I’m so sorry.”