Jaune was always a bit of a loner at Beacon Academy, often lost in thought, contemplating the vast expanse of his untapped potential. He'd sit by the edge of the training grounds, watching the other students hone their skills, their auras blazing like neon lights in the dark. The bustling activity was a stark contrast to his quiet contemplation, a solitary figure amidst the sound of battle cries and clanging swords. His mind wandered, pondering the mysteries of his own Semblance, a power that had eluded him for so long.
One evening, as the soft hum of the city lulled everyone into a gentle evening slumber, he found himself in his dorm room, surrounded by the quiet whispers of the night. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light being the moon's silver beam that danced through the gaps in the curtains. He was tired of feeling like the odd one out, the one without a unique ability that could contribute to the fight against the monsters that threatened the world. Determined to unlock his Semblance, he decided to push his limits. He focused his thoughts, channeling his frustration and desire into a single point in his mind.
The transformation was sudden and unexpected. His body began to morph, shrinking down to the size of a small object, his form becoming smooth and cylindrical. Before he could even gasp in shock, he realized he had become a 13-inch tall, 3-inch wide dildo. The room looked so much larger now, and everything felt so... different. His senses were heightened, and he could feel the texture of the wood floor beneath him, the coolness of the metal bed frame, and the warmth of the pillow that lay just out of reach. He had done it. He had discovered his Semblance.
But with newfound power came newfound... well, awkwardness. He was a dildo, after all. He looked around, his new body quivering slightly from the sheer oddity of it all. He noticed the salt and pepper shakers on the bedside table and chuckled to himself, wondering if he could shoot out salt flavored... stuff. He focused his energy, and with a sudden spurt, a tiny blob of white fluid shot out of his tip. It tasted faintly of salt, just like the kind he'd seen in those adult movies.
Just as he was marveling at his newfound... accessory, the door to his dorm burst open with a bang. In stumbled Nora, her hair a wild mess and her eyes glazed over with the haze of a night out. She was half-asleep, half-laughing, and didn't immediately notice the new addition to the room. She flopped onto her bed, still fully dressed in her combat gear, and kicked off her boots, one of which landed dangerously close to his new form.
Jaune's heart raced as he watched her stumble around. He had to get out of there, but how? He didn't know how to control his Semblance yet, and he certainly didn't want to explain this to Nora. He lay there, trembling, trying to decide what to do, when she reached over to her nightstand and opened the top drawer. It was the drawer where she kept... that thing. Panic set in as he realized his fate if she saw him like this.
Nora, still chuckling sleepily to herself, leaned over and bent down, her hand reaching into the drawer. She grabbed the dildo, her grip surprisingly gentle for someone so boisterous. She turned it over in her hand, inspecting it, and for a moment, Jaune thought she'd realized it was him. But she just hummed in approval, seemingly oblivious to the change. With a yawn, she tucked the dildo into her oversized purse that hung from the bedpost. The bag looked like it could swallow a small dragon, and now it had just swallowed him.
The purse was a whirlwind of junk: loose scrolls, snack wrappers, and a random assortment of objects that clanked and clattered together. The world outside grew muffled as he was enveloped in the dark depths of the bag. He felt himself being squished against a water bottle and something squishy that he didn't dare think about. He had to get out of there before she... before she did something with him.
But as he struggled to transform back, his panic grew. It wasn't working. He tried to focus, to feel his body shift and expand, but nothing happened. Was it because he was in the bag? Or was his Semblance more fickle than he thought? Just when he thought he couldn't bear the claustrophobia any longer, he felt the bag jostle and then lighten as Nora rummaged through it. Still unaware her dildo is jaune
, she pulled him out with a gentle tug, his heart racing like a rabbit caught in a snare.
Her eyes squinted in the moonlight as she studied him, the salt-flavored liquid drying on his tip. She sniffed at him, a puzzled look crossing her face, but she didn't seem to recognize him. Instead, she chuckled to herself, assuming it was some sort of novel gag gift. She set him down on the bedside table, his tiny body trembling as the cold wood bit at his new skin. He watched in horror as she reached into the drawer again, pulling out a sleek, black device that hummed to life with a click. It was a fuck machine, something he had only heard whispers about in the locker room.
The contraption was a monstrosity, with adjustable arms and a multitude of settings that sent a shiver down his transformed spine. Nora's eyes lit up with excitement as she set it up, attaching the dildo to the end of one of the arms with a metallic clank. She played with the settings, the arm moving up and down with increasing speed, the dildo bobbing in the air like a tiny, obscene metronome. He felt his face burn with embarrassment, trapped in this absurd, intimate situation.
And then, she climbed onto the bed, her movements surprisingly graceful for someone so intoxicated. She positioned herself under the dildo, her eyes closed and a smile playing on her lips. The anticipation was unbearable. He didn't know if he could watch, didn't know if he wanted to watch, but he was powerless to look away as she reached down and...
The moment the dildo, which was still him, touched her, a jolt of pleasure shot through his body, his vision momentarily white with sensation. He was experiencing Nora's pleasure, and it was as overwhelming as it was terrifying. The machine whirred to life, and she gasped, her eyes shooting open in surprise. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she stared at the dildo with wide eyes, as if she hadn't expected it to be so... alive.
Jaune could feel the wetness enveloping him, the warmth of her body, and the way she tightened around him as she moaned. His mind reeled, trying to process the situation. He had transformed into an object of pleasure for his teammate, and she had no idea it was him. The arm of the fuck machine pistoned up and down, and he could feel every sensation she was feeling, every tremor of her body, every gasp of her breath.
He could feel the walls of her vagina contract around him, her inner muscles clenching as the pleasure grew more intense. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, a strange mix of terror and exhilaration. He didn't want to be a dildo, but he couldn't deny the power he had in this form. And as she grew closer to climax, he felt his own body respond in ways he hadn't anticipated.
With a final, desperate effort, he tried to shoot the salt-flavored substance that had emerged earlier. It was all he could do to assert some semblance of control over this situation. To his shock, it worked. A small burst of the fluid shot out of him, and Nora's body arched off the bed with a high-pitched yelp. She looked down, eyes wide with astonishment, and for a brief moment, he thought he'd been discovered. But she just laughed, assuming it was a new feature of the toy she'd somehow triggered.
Encouraged by her reaction, Jaune decided to see how far he could push this new aspect of his Semblance. He focused his energy, and the next time the dildo hit her, a stronger jet of the salty liquid shot out. Nora's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a moan that was a mix of surprise and pleasure. The fuck machine was now on its maximum setting, the arm moving so fast it was a blur. The entire room was filled with the rhythmic thump of the contraption and the slick sounds of Nora's arousal.
Jaune felt his body, or what was left of it in this form, begin to throb in time with Nora's movements. The fuck machine pushed him deeper and deeper into her, the warm, velvety walls of her vagina contracting around him with each powerful thrust. It was as if she was trying to milk him for all he was worth, and he had no choice but to submit to the overwhelming sensation. Her breath grew ragged, her moans more urgent, and he knew she was close. He felt it in the way her muscles clenched around him, in the way her body shuddered beneath the relentless onslaught of the machine.
And then, it happened. With a gush of power he hadn't known he had, real semen shot from his tip, coating the inside of Nora's sex. It was a strange, alien feeling, but it was also... intoxicating. He could feel her body respond to the sudden intrusion, the way she tensed and gasped, her eyes flying open in shock and delight. For a brief moment, he felt a surge of pride, as if he had truly made her feel something incredible.
But the moment was fleeting. The reality of the situation crashed down upon him like a ton of bricks. He was a dildo, shooting real semen into Nora's fertile womb, and he had no idea how to change back. Panic set in, a cold sweat breaking out on his new, plastic skin. What if he got her pregnant? What if she found out? The thought was too much to bear, and he tried to pull away, to retreat from the warm embrace of her body, but the fuck machine held him firmly in place, continuing its unyielding rhythm.
Nora's breath grew shallower, her hips rising to meet the machine's every thrust. The pleasure was unbearable, the feeling of her body tightening around him a siren's call that he couldn't resist. Despite his fear, he felt himself being drawn deeper into the experience, his mind racing with thoughts of what could happen, of the consequences of his actions. But he was trapped, a mere plaything in the hands of fate, and all he could do was hope for the best.
The climax was like nothing he had ever felt before. Nora's body spasmed around him, her muscles contracting in a symphony of pleasure that washed over him like a tidal wave. He felt her orgasm in every fiber of his being, the warmth of her body enveloping him as she cried out his name, thinking it was him bringing her to this peak. The fuck machine slowed, its work done, and he lay there, panting and trembling, his body covered in her fluids.
As the aftermath of the intense experience settled over the room, Nora collapsed back onto the bed, a contented sigh escaping her lips. She reached over to turn off the machine, her eyes fluttering shut in satisfaction. But before she could, she felt something strange. The dildo, still pulsing with the aftershocks of her climax, seemed to have a mind of its own. It began to slide down, away from her pussy, and she watched with a mix of curiosity and arousal as it approached her tight, puckered asshole.
Her body still humming from the intense pleasure, she felt a sudden urge to explore. She'd never been one to shy away from a new sensation, and the idea of this odd, sentient toy delving into her most intimate of places was too intriguing to resist. She spread her legs wider, giving it better access, and watched as it nudged gently against her anus. The feeling was strange, the tip of the dildo now slick with a mix of her juices and the salty substance it had produced.
With a deep breath, she pushed back against it, and to her surprise, it slid in with ease, the girth stretching her out in a way that was both uncomfortable and exhilarating. She'd never tried anal before, but the toy's smoothness and the strange thrill of the unknown made it feel almost natural. The sensation was overwhelming, the pressure and fullness unlike anything she'd felt before.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she began to move her hips, riding the dildo as it penetrated deeper and deeper into her ass. The sensation was a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, and she couldn't help but moan out loud, her voice echoing off the walls of the quiet dorm. The fuck machine, now idle, lay forgotten beside her, a silent witness to the new act unfolding.
Jaune, still trapped in his dildo form, felt the shift in sensation with a mix of horror and fascination. He'd never imagined his Semblance would lead him here, but the feeling of Nora's tight ass around him was undeniably... intense. He couldn't control his own reactions, his body responding to the new sensations as if it were alive. The salt-flavored substance began to ooze out again, this time thicker and more viscous.
Nora's breath hitched as she felt the warmth inside her, the feeling of being filled in a way she'd never experienced. She reached down, her fingers trembling with excitement, and began to play with her clit as the dildo moved in and out of her ass. Her body was on fire, the combination of pleasure and pain driving her wild. She could feel another orgasm building, one that threatened to eclipse the first.
And as she rode the crest of that wave, her hand tightening around her clit, her body shaking with each thrust, she looked down and saw something she hadn't noticed before. The dildo was... changing. It was growing longer, thicker, and the tip was... pulsing. She frowned, confused, but the feeling was too good to stop. She pushed back harder, taking it all, the pleasure overwhelming any sense of caution.
The room was a blur of sensation, the only thing real the feeling of the dildo inside her, the pressure building until she couldn't take it anymore. With a scream, she came again, her body convulsing around the toy. And as she did, she felt something warm and wet fill her up, a sensation that was both shocking and oddly satisfying. She pulled away, panting, and looked down to see... something that looked suspiciously like cum leaking out of her ass.
Her eyes widened, and she sat up with a jolt, turning to grab the fuck machine's control, ready to shut it off. But as she did, she saw something that made her pause. The dildo, still glistening with her juices, was moving on its own, the tip pointing unerringly at her ass. She blinked, her mind racing. Was she still dreaming? Was this some kind of twisted joke?
But the feeling was too real, the sensation of the plastic pressing against her most sensitive spot too intense to ignore. Her curiosity piqued, Nora decided to go with it. She reached down, her hand trembling slightly, and guided the dildo back to her ass. It slid in without resistance, the warmth and fullness making her gasp. She felt the urge to be filled again, to experience that strange, overwhelming pleasure once more.
With a gentle push, she began to rock her hips, the dildo moving in and out of her in a steady rhythm. The feeling of the salty liquid filling her up was addictive, and she found herself craving more. She reached down with her other hand, her fingers dancing over her clit, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Her body responded immediately, her ass tightening around him, eager for another round of ecstasy.
And Jaune, trapped in his new form, had no choice but to go along for the ride. He felt his body pulse with every thrust, the sensation of Nora's ass contracting around him sending waves of pleasure through his being. He focused his energy, trying to shoot more cum into her, hoping it would help him feel more in control. And indeed, with each pulse of his faux-semen, he felt a surge of power, a connection to the woman he'd always admired from afar.
Nora's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him fill her up again, the pressure and the warmth of his release pushing her closer to the edge. Her movements grew more erratic, her breaths more ragged. She could feel another orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that was unlike anything she'd ever felt. And as she reached for it, she positions it back to her pussy, her body was so wet that the dildo slid in with ease.
Jaune, still in a state of panic and arousal, could feel her walls tightening around him, the grip of her pussy almost painful. But he had no control over his body's response. His Semblance, this strange gift, had a mind of its own. He kept shooting his cum into her, feeling her body tense and release around him with each pulse. The saltiness of the fluid mingled with her own wetness, creating a taste that was somehow both familiar and alien. He was afraid, but also... exhilarated.
Her cries grew louder, and the bed began to squeak in protest. The room was filled with the sounds of their muffled passion, the only light the moon's glow through the curtains. Nora's hand was a blur between her legs, her fingers dancing over her clit as the dildo-Jaune plunged in and out of her. She could feel the head of the toy brushing against something deep inside her, sending sparks of pleasure through her core. It was as if the dildo knew exactly where to hit to make her come undone.
And come she did. Her body arched off the bed, her pussy spasming around him as she climaxed. Her inner walls tightened even further, a vice-like grip that made him gasp despite his lack of breath. The pleasure was intense, a wave that crashed over her and through him. And still, he kept releasing, his real semen filling her up until she was sure she couldn't take anymore. It was an oddly intimate moment, one that neither of them could have predicted or prepared for.
Nora's eyes snapped open, her vision swimming with stars. She felt... full, in a way that was both amazing and a little scary. She looked down at the dildo, her mind racing. What was happening? How could a toy be so... alive? But the pleasure was too much to think straight, and all she could do was ride the waves of her orgasm.
She positions the machine to her mouth since she's still super hyper and horny and starts sucking him off, feeling the pulsing of his "real" cum shooting into her mouth, filling her cheeks and then swallows. She loves the taste, the saltiness of his cum filling her mouth, a flavor she's never experienced before. She's both surprised and aroused by the sheer volume of it, and she eagerly laps it up, her eyes never leaving the dildo's "eyes" that seem to stare back at her with a mix of terror and excitement. She's lost in the sensation, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and curiosity.
Her hand reaches down to her clit, her other hand still gripping the base of the dildo, pumping it in and out of her mouth with an enthusiasm that borders on desperation. She can feel the warmth of his release sliding down her throat, and it's a feeling that's both strange and thrilling. She swallows again and again, her eyes watering slightly from the effort, but she doesn't stop. It's as if she's feeding a part of him, a connection that goes beyond mere physical intimacy.
The room is silent except for the wet sounds of her sucking and the quiet whir of the fuck machine, which has long since stopped moving. She's in her own little world, lost in the sensation of his cum in her mouth, his body still pulsing with each release. She can feel the energy coursing through her, a newfound vitality that seems to come from him. It's a power she can't explain, but she knows she wants more of it.
She takes the dildo off the fuck machine and stick the dildo up her ass. Preventing jaune from transforming back. Nora's cheeks hollowed out as she took him in, the tightness of her ass making him feel like he was being gripped by a fist. The feeling was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that washed over him like a storm. He could feel her walls contract around him, the heat and pressure almost unbearable. But he had no control over his body, his Semblance a prison that trapped him in this erotic nightmare.
After a few moments of this, she gets d
The dorm room was silent except for the ticking of the clock on the wall. The room was a cluttered mess of half-unpacked boxes and weapons, a testament to his recent arrival at Beacon Academy. He'd never felt more alone, but he was determined to master this newfound ability. With trembling hands, he placed a single finger on the page and whispered the ancient incantation.
A strange warmth spread through his body, and for a brief moment, he thought he'd made a mistake. But as the feeling subsided, he felt a strange lightness in his palm. He looked down to see a perfect replica of the golden key from the book's cover. A thrill of excitement shot through him—it had worked! He'd transformed into an object!
Eager to test his limits, he practiced turning into various objects around the room: a chair, a lamp, even a potted plant. Each transformation brought a new thrill and a deeper understanding of his power. He laughed to himself, feeling like a kid playing with a new toy. But as the hours ticked by, he grew bolder. What if he could become something smaller? Something more... personal?
Jaune's eyes fell on Nora's bag, hanging open on the back of her chair. He'd heard the girls talking about "that time of the month" before, and he knew what was probably in there. He focused on the smallest, most inconspicuous item he could think of: a tampon. The change was instantaneous and surprisingly comfortable. He rolled across the floor, feeling the coolness of the tile beneath his new form, and laughed again. This was going to be the best secret ever.
But as he practiced his newfound ability, the door to the dorm room creaked open. He froze, realizing too late that Nora had returned early. She walked in, her cheeks flushed from the brisk fall air outside, and her eyes widened when she saw the room. "Jaune?" she called out, looking around in confusion. He remained perfectly still, hoping she wouldn't notice the tiny object that was definitely not supposed to be there.
Nora stepped closer to the bed, her eyes scanning the floor. She knelt down and picked up the tampon, inspecting it with a puzzled expression. "What the...?" she murmured, and then her gaze shot up to the empty space where Jaune should have been. She looked around the room, her eyes narrowing as if she'd caught a glimpse of something she couldn't quite place.
Jaune held his breath, his heart racing. He hadn't anticipated this. He'd thought for sure she wouldn't be back until much later. He watched as she turned the tampon over in her hand, her expression a mix of curiosity and confusion.
Nora looked around the room again, then shrugged and slipped the tampon into her bag. "Weird," she murmured to herself, shaking her head. She clearly had no idea that her roommate was hiding in plain sight. He felt a strange mix of relief and anxiety as she moved away from the bed. He knew he had to get out of there before she realized what had happened.
The seconds stretched into an eternity as Nora rummaged through her bag, her hand dangerously close to his transformed self.
Finally, with a flick of her wrist, she grabbed the tampon and strode confidently towards the bathroom. Jaune's heart sank—he was about to be used in a way he never could have imagined. He felt a strange vulnerability, being so small and helpless in the face of his friend's unknowing actions.
In the bathroom, Nora unwrapped him from the plastic casing and stared at him for a moment before sighing in relief. She obviously had no idea that she was holding the essence of her roommate in her hand. He could feel the warmth of her body as she positioned him, and with a sudden, surprising sensation, she inserted him into herself. His consciousness was flooded with the feeling of being enveloped by something warm and wet. Her muscles clenched around him, tightening and releasing in a way that was unmistakably intimate.
Jaune's mind raced. He'd never been inside anyone, let alone in such a private place. The walls of her vagina felt like a velvet vice, holding him firmly in place. He could feel the warmth of her arousal, the slickness of her fluids coating him. It was both terrifying and oddly fascinating. He tried to scream, to protest, but no sound came out. He was nothing more than a tampon now, a silent witness to this most personal of moments.
Nora stood, leaving him trapped in the confines of her body. He could feel her movement as she walked around the room, her fluids seeping into his porous form. He was surrounded by a sense of warmth and pressure that was as disconcerting as it was strange. The sensation of her inner walls was unlike anything he'd ever felt before—a mix of softness and strength that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.
With each step she took, he was jostled slightly, reminded of his predicament. He felt his own form dissolving, being absorbed by her body's natural processes. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks—he was being used for their intended purpose, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The irony was not lost on him; he'd transformed into something to escape notice, and now he was more intimately connected to Nora than he ever wanted to be.
As she moved around the room, he could feel the ebb and flow of her body's fluids, the subtle shifts in temperature, and the occasional twinge of something that might have been pleasure. It was an overwhelming experience, one that was both bizarre and oddly intimate. He was privy to sensations that no one else could ever know, a silent participant in a dance of biology.
The room grew quieter as she settled onto the bed, her breathing deepening. He was trapped, absorbing her fluids, a part of her in a way that was both disturbing and fascinating. He could feel his own form breaking down, becoming one with her. Panic set in as he wondered if he'd ever be able to change back, if he'd be stuck as a tampon forever.
The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. He focused on the warmth, the gentle pressure, the rhythm of her body. It was almost soothing, despite the horror of his situation. Without warning, Nora's movements grew more erratic, and then she collapsed onto the bed, her breathing evened out into the deep, steady rhythm of sleep.
Jaune was trapped, unable to transform back while still inside her. He felt a twinge of panic as the reality of his situation sank in. He was stuck, a silent sentinel in the most private of places. Her body heat lulled him, and despite his fear, he felt his own consciousness begin to wane. The darkness grew closer, and he knew that if he didn't act soon, he'd be lost to sleep as well.
But as he struggled to maintain his focus, something strange began to happen. The sensations grew less intense, the pressure lessened, and he felt himself slipping away. He didn't know if it was the magic of his Semblance or the sheer absurdity of the situation, but his panic subsided, replaced by a bizarre sense of peace. He was part of Nora now, in a way no one else ever could be.
As the hours passed and the room grew colder, he felt her body shift and readjust around him. She stirred in her sleep, unaware of his presence. The sensations grew less intense, and he allowed himself to drift away, succumbing to the strange, comforting embrace of the darkness within her.
When Nora awoke the next morning, she felt...different. There was a heaviness between her legs, a fullness she couldn't quite explain. She yawned and stretched, her hand brushing against her still-inserted tampon. With a sleepy groan, she realized she'd forgotten to take it out the night before. Embarrassed, she quickly removed it, tossing it into the trash without a second thought.
Jaune felt the sudden rush of cold air as he was expelled from Nora's body. He transformed back into his human form in mid-air, landing with a thud on the cold, hard floor. He lay there, panting, his heart racing with adrenaline. He'd survived, but the experience had changed him. He'd never looked at a tampon the same way again, and he knew that his Semblance was something that needed to be kept a secret—even from his closest friends.
He picked himself up, wincing at the slight soreness that lingered from his ordeal. He'd need to be more careful with his experiments in the future. But as he looked around the room, a newfound sense of power surged through him. If he could become something so small and survive being used in such an intimate way, what else could he become? The possibilities were endless.
Jaune took a deep breath and began to pack up his things, his mind racing with ideas. He had to keep pushing the boundaries of his Semblance, no matter how strange or uncomfortable it might get. It was who he was now, and he had a feeling that this was only the beginning of his journey into the world of transmutation.