Complete Software/Hardware Overhaul

(Touhou, Ran Yakumo (Supporting – Yukari Yakumo), MtF, Expansion – Mild Pain, Gradual-to-Exponential Changes, Identity Loss, Mental Changes – Partial Dehumanization, Femdom – Mild Force, Bondage, Fourth-Wall Blurring, Temporary Futa, Inherently Willing, Mind Break (?), Pet Play (?), Implied Ambiguity)

“Another night…”, Anon thinks to himself as he comes home from another hectic closing shift. The silent, sparse apartment eerily illuminated by one distant ceiling fan does nothing to quell the deep aches in his bones nor the twisted frustrations in his mind. How many times this week had he been left with the majority of the grunt responsibilities again? No matter, the pace of work had become methodical enough despite the constant physical protests after the fact. A quick crack of the spine as Anon closes the door behind him offers a small bit of relief to sore and stretched muscles. While perfectly able to simply throw his meager belongings aside without another thought and crash on the couch then & there, something within Anon pushes him to neatly set his belongings in their appropriate spaces while ensuring he’s keeping in-mind the last few chores he still has to complete before rest. Whether by impulse or innate habit at this point, he’s not sure. How late he had gotten home aside, there was still plenty of moonlight to burn. “There certainly isn’t going to be anyone else coming along able to handle the tasks, now is there?”, his internal monologue muses. Anon sighs from the buried desires tied to this statement before getting to work once again.

Time passes quickly with how focused Anon finds himself, something he’s been getting quite good at lately he thinks. Being able to let his awareness remain unshackled from the flow of time in such a manner that allows him to maintain maximum efficiency in what he’s doing is something he was quick to attribute to his own internal adaptability, historically dictated by some of his more “introverted” tendencies. Nothing particularly worth dwelling-on in his opinion mind you, Anon never was one to praise himself that haughtily. Regardless, a few hours into the night later and Anon finds himself once again in the comfortable routine of idly browsing the /jp/ board. It wouldn’t be entirely correct to say his past self could have never pictured him generally ending up like this, but yet another indiscernible something has been keeping him in this habit as of late. Among the various heated arguments over which Touhou girls would or would not show empathy towards the lives of the innocent, various discussions over the qualities of certain Older Women, and the occasional decently-tempered threads covering unique forms of creative expression or semi-philosophical discussion, Anon has consistently felt an underlying sense of what feels close to anticipation of some kind. Almost as if he has been waiting for or expecting some specific event to occur, without even being able to fully internalize what that might be or entail. He’s seen the threads mirroring this in more specific ways, countless posts of other anons fantasizing over encounters, various scenarios, or even discussing their very own Gensokyo-themed dreams. Anon knows this doesn’t quite capture whatever longing’s been resting in his core for some time now, even if he’s had some idle thoughts of his own on such matters. One can only imagine, right? He finds his mind idly drifting to Perfect Cherry Blossom as he wraps up one last contribution to a nearly-archived Hifuu-themed thread currently discussing the power of Faith throughout ZUN’s works. “Being around that much Spring really would be nice…”, he idly vocalizes to nobody in particular. Anon’s been revisiting the older Windows titles lately, when time could be spared. PCB being a good go-to in such cases when Imperishable Night didn’t seem ideal, Anon quickly starts yet another series of Lunatic attempts to cap off his busy night. He lets the light of the full moon through a nearby window act as the only other source of illumination for his small bedroom, another small habit he’s somehow found himself wrapped up in as he skillfully engages in Danmaku once again.

More time passes, it feels like nothing in hindsight but a quick glance towards Anon’s bedside clock after yet another near-complete attempt reveals he’s sunk well over an hour into tonight’s playtime. He isn’t nearly as sore as he was when he first arrived back home, but a quick series of stretches before bed is still in-order for tonight he thinks. Another no-doubt grueling day of menial maintenance & carefully-calculated maneuvers lay ahead of course, ensuring he still has some proper time to himself while balancing what he must required the right kind of self-care. With that being said, he could most certainly add reduced sleep to the ever-growing list of things Anon had grown accustomed to. He powered down his setup for the night and sprung to his feet to begin stretching out his body. The physical labor his job required and the self-maintenance that naturally stemmed from such activities aside, Anon had been losing a surprising amount of weight lately and he wasn’t exactly sure why. It wasn’t enough to be immediately alarming, but he couldn’t deny the various subtle ways his body seemed to be further shaped with each passing morning. It was getting to a point where Anon could arguably be called “trimmed” if viewed from the right angles, his elongated yet slender frame carefully gliding over itself in the pale moonlight under meager pajamas. He mostly attributed this to his equally-recent changes in diet, having begun to regularly crave hearty fish & poultry meals complimented by a well-balanced mixture of fibers & greens. “A sense of responsibility over something small”, he thought to himself not too long ago after wandering into a healthy local café for the first time and ordering some fresh fried tofu on a whim. He never was one to prioritize this kind of lifestyle overall, but Anon would be lying to himself if he even mused his sudden cravings for these various new delicacies would be satiated by a single afternoon alone. Anon’s humble bangs brushed over his eyes as he gazed at the moon during a particularly-extended arm stretch. “Guess it’s been a while since I’ve had a trim…”, he thought as his eyes glazed over from the shine of the satellite. Hair maintenance was something else he hadn’t yet fully realized he was growing disused to, at least in the ways he has understood it beforehand. His skin had cleared up so much in recent weeks that he found regular shaving of any kind to be nearly unnecessary, something that did strike him as odd but frankly he was internally thankful to have one less thing to worry about these days. His body grew hot and a little fuzzy at his core as he finished his stretches, deeply but steadily breathing in and out as he continued to stare out the window. He groaned to himself slightly on the next exhale as his hands traveled up to his ears on impulse, scratching suddenly itchy flesh that was seemingly twitching of its own volition. His senses were gradually heightened in subtle ways as he yawned to himself before suddenly freezing up with a cool chill running down his spine. Anon could not shake the feeling that he was no longer alone in his apartment, for some inexplicable reason.

Potential surprise drop-ins from family and friends were out of the question, so why was it that he suddenly could not still his beating heart?
Why did he have this uncanny sensation of something far more ominous than anything he’s ever encountered suddenly existing within his near-vicinities?

Why was it that he could distinctly feel on a deeply-visceral level that he was no longer the only one in the bedroom?

Why couldn’t he stop feeling like he was being watched.

Anon, do you feel safe here?

The voice penetrated his conscious awareness like no information he had ever taken in from another individual before. Anon whips around in a frenzy, amber eyes dilated in an almost semi-unnatural slit in an instinctual attempt to take in as much visual information as possible. Clearly, Anon wasn’t safe, was he? He quickly collects himself after turning around and finds that he is, indeed, alone. Just as alone as he was before, with no expected immediate visual threat to greet him. He stands there for a moment on-guard, near-silent breathing as his mind races a million yards a second trying to discern everything that just passed through his awareness. In his panic, Anon has also failed to realize the continued development of his ears, the flesh having stretched out into subtle points cutting through wispy strands of quickly-blonding hair. Anon finally settles himself as the call of exhaustion begins to fully settle in. His mind goes back to certain points he’s held onto from his time on /jp/, something about “Minding the Gap” and another about how certain Youkai’s relationship with the attention you give them can influence potential interactions among a slew of others. He seems to carefully consider many of these points in-tandem with one another as he gradually undresses, a mild form of parallel-processing to act as exhaust for a freshly overclocked mind. It’d be no matter in the end, his already-extended evening was far from over. He slumped back onto his bed and continued to stave off fears of idle gazes from unknown sources as he internally unwound further towards unconsciousness, moonlight coating the space in a subtle glow that illuminated Anon’s frame and caressed his tender body down to his very pores. Despite his lack of any garments aside from a pair of briefs and the blankets for the bed being on the floor, Anon was still running very warm internally and could have easily tipped over into restlessness had it not been for his exhaustion. The dim space gradually recedes from his view as he lies on the bed, a particular tingling soreness returning to his heaving chest and tight waist of all places as a subtle, distant giggling enters the back of his mind. He really should get some more fried tofu from that café when he can, “immaculate texture & taste for something so good for you”, he thinks to himself as he continues to drift. “Yeah, enough to last me a good amount of time while still having enough on the side for…” His train of thought hitches in its tracks. For…? For whom exactly, Anon? And is there any particular reason as to why you were imagining sharing this stockpile with two individuals, per chance? But I digress, you will need what little rest you’ll be getting for what follows.

Anon will dream of many things during his brief period of slumber, wasting no time at all before falling into a deep state of sleep. Anon will see himself floating in a vast void, the faintest wisps of deep violet abstraction weaving & spiraling around him throughout the visible distance.

Visions of unforgiving overgrown landscapes bathed in darkness and the rank odors of cruelty & death. A girl with sharp teeth and the horns of a great ram…you know her. Immediate feelings towards her are visceral and complicated. You can’t put a name to her for some reason. The landscape and distorted figures rush past you in an intense blur, only to be consumed by a deep & eternally-blazing sea of flame.

A rush of air, you’re somewhere else. Lush forests and idyllic natural scenery are spread before you. You feel the passage of centuries go by in mere seconds as you witness the development of a nation among the wildlife. Your own form grows wiser, mentally stronger & more capable than you ever could have pictured in an otherwise-unassuming life. Suddenly the wildlife begins receding. Nature evaporates around you as you’re drawn towards further-and-further isolated pockets of still-thriving beauty. The sky suddenly grows dark, overcast, thunderous rain and blazing winds around you as the empty air directly above you seemingly opens up. Your upward gaze is met by an endless sea of searing, unblinking eyes.

Every single one of them is directed towards you, Anon.

The space overtakes you.
You’re overtaken by the space.

Invisible hands knead at every cell in your body. Sharp pains begin stemming throughout your frame as boundless energy overtakes your unconscious figure.

You’ll need to wake up soon for your taming, beast.

Anon wakes with a start, unable to raise herself into any sort of defensive positioning due to the then-unseen bindings over her wrists, ankles and neck. Her now nearly-golden eyes adjust to her nighttime surroundings as her similarly-colored elongated hair spills over her shoulders. Her ears twitch as she begins taking in what surroundings she can, longer than before and showing the initial signs of beginning their gradual repositioning. Fine, silky strands of fur coat & fill the stretching flesh as she looks over herself the best she can manage. Aside from the fact the bindings appear to be moving in a slow, fluid, continuous motion, Anon first notices how her extremely angry nipples are both protruding out far more than they ought to be. Also, her? Is that right…? "Yeah…”, she thinks to herself despite the obvious peculiarities of the situation. Anon muses it just must’ve somehow always been this way, she’s just never paid greater mind to it, it seems. Her chest continues to throb, leaving Anon unable to satiate a deeply-rooted itch that strikes her from her core all the way to the tips of her increasingly-fleshy nipples. Her areolas bubble as lobules fill out to begin mirroring the body of a truly aged & mature woman. She strains against the semi-corporeal blue-red binding strips to little avail, smooth & pinkened flesh continuing to fill her immediate view and place a greater weight upon her torso. Her now tightly-briefed thighs begin to brush against each other every now and again with certain errant squirms, eventually more consistently rubbing against one another and delicately cupping her throbbing quickly-expanding member. Wait a minute…her what? Anon cranes her collared neck as far as she can manage around her growing breastflesh to confirm that she does indeed have some semblance of her old physiology remaining. She watches it twitch over her expanding thighs for a moment until it fills what little space remains while it uncontrollably oozes just the slightest bit of pre into the fabric. She feels some drip against her smooth, supple thighs as her incredibly sore hips continue to buckle and she stifles moan after moan. Before she can even begin to dwell on the burrowing sensations around her tailbone however, she catches Anon’s eye. Aside from the obvious stylistic differences that come from being in real space, she isn’t that much different than some of the ways you’ve pictured her or seen her depicted. A bit more reserved, perhaps. Anon sees her plain as can be hovering just a few feet away from the foot of the bed, calmly gazing at Anon’s strained, writhing visage behind one of her favorite handheld fans from the comfort of one of those gaps. There are gaps all over the room in fact, mainly supplying the delicate series of seals keeping you bound to this single space. Ofuda, right? Incidental related knowledge of relevant spiritual arts begins to slowly trickle into your new sense of hyperawareness behind the overwhelming noise of your still-developing body. You try opening your mouth to say something to her, sweat pouring over you as your new elongated canines peek just a bit further than the rest of your teeth.

“Yuka-“
Your mouth shuts on impulse before you can finish. She doesn’t even move.

“That’s ‘Mistress’ or ‘My Lady’ to you for now, Shikigami.” Her tone signifies little anger, but carries a cool stillness & weight to it that’s ought to ensure you’re aware of how you should be holding yourself when within her presence.

“Y-Yes Mistress…”, you mutter before intense muscle spasms wrack your lower back, fresh cartilage taking root to eventually ensure proper support for all that is to come making itself very aware to you, supple flesh quaking as curves round out, seams popping and steam pouring from your panting mouth while your smooth, throbbing, dripping girlcock stands to attention for its new user.

“Good. No one ever said this would be an easy or straight-forward process, the least you could do is listen to the proper instructions so you can make it easier on yourself. You can do that for me as a Yakumo, can’t you?”

Even the smallest amount of praise coming from this morally-dubious Youkai woman burns a hole straight through your psyche. You never paid too much mind to every discussion concerning Yukari’s relationship with her Shikigami, but you can feel a sense of attachment to the dynamic greater than you’ve ever felt before. Even with how fast your awareness has been growing in the past few hours, even with your own latent past experiences with paranormal interaction and metaphysical considerations overall, you can feel how her very essence alone has deeply-seeded itself within your bones. Whatever individuality you wielded beforehand will now forever be inherently defined through the lens of this singular agent. This one unfathomably calculated, immaculately ominous, and unabashedly powerful individual’s very own will. This is a will that You will go on to share, and why would you question this anyways? Your power will be forever amplified in direct accordance to the strength & necessity of that will, and can you not already sense this great power surging within you from the connections still being established? From the deepest crevices to the tips of your physical & mental being, you now serve one of the First Great Sages of Gensokyo and all that comes in accordance with such a role. You crave it. You begin uncontrollably trembling all over as you start to lose some control over your composure, your delicate hands no doubt going for the obvious erogenous zones to stimulate had it not been for the security of the current seal surrounding you. The completely-thorough-nature of the current ritual being performed would leave little room for general resistance against these primal & animalistic urges as things are finalized. Your breasts finally finish spreading out as the flesh tightens, nipples puckering to let out the smallest droplets of rich cream. Your wide frame acts as a supple anchor for your quickly-lengthening tails, now free from a fallen pair of briefs dotted with holes barely held together by string, thick fur rapidly spreading throughout the space beneath you with a deep heat until you can begin to feel the plushness of them all push back against you. Your thick, pointed, fuzzy ears have finally comfortably settled themselves on the top of your head, currently angled downwards to help express your mixture of deep internal shame & immense hormone-driven longing. Longing for her. To be by her side, to serve her attentively and strive for your own grandeur under her watchful care. Care. You want to care for her, about her, to her every frivolous, insatiable request. You’re breathing very rapidly now, body standing completely on-edge with your back arched and a high-pitch whining continuously punctuating your moans. She finally makes her move with a solemn sigh.

“Good grief, gradual overwrites & installation of the software usually goes smoothly enough but the reassembly of the hardware always is the trickiest thing for your lot, isn’t it~?”

She finishes her teasing remark by gracefully stepping down from the gap and slipping her fan away somewhere. She casually floats over to where you are above the bed and begins making slow, careful movements over you. Her velvet-encased hands firmly but slowly run up the length of your generously-shaped body, squeezing occasionally, from your love handles up to the sides of your breasts, where she then playfully lifts them slightly before letting them flop back down with an audible plap. She judges your figure as a whole, tails having seemingly not fully blossomed to their peak capacity yet. Her firm gaze eventually settles on your still-throbbing member, a sly grin forming at the very edges of her mouth as she starts chuckling slightly. She readjusts her own figure, ensuring her face and body remain unobscured to your eager gaze, before leaning in close and taking off her gloves.

“I know what you really want, Girl.

You have no idea how aware we are of such desires.

Even the slightest bit of attention can get you involved in so much more than you could ever possibly imagine.

You may not be fully aware of things right now, but you have been on-track for this for quite some time now~

I’ve seen how hard you work.

How you persist in the face of neglect,

How you c r a v e company among some semblance of order,

How you’ve spoken of me…

I can provide many fantastical things and so much more for you, Ran. Give in to me like the good, loyal, obedient, beautifully powerful pet you are and Fulfill your Desire~”

She whispers all of it so sensually, so close to your ears. You can feel her breath on your fur as her words fill the space and her will fills your heart. It cuts right through you like you’re nothing. She’s in your mind, you can feel it. Her hands are all over you, you can hardly stay focused. Visual perception melts away completely into subconscious understanding as pure sensation fills your being. Pinching, rubbing, kneading, petting, nipping, groping, scratching, caressing, stroking…it…there are so many. Hands. Eyes. All of her…can’t…it burns. Need. Need relief. Need hands, need attention, need power, need protection need Her need Her need Her need Her-

Yukari suddenly pulls away as Ranon seizes & climaxes in full view of the moonlight with a yowl that rattles her window frame. Her cum shoots off to the side in thick ropes that leave her member throbbing back into her body with each convulsion. Everything is eventually tucked inside as flesh folds inwards and new muscles quickly fill in otherwise vacant space. Dense pubic fur takes root above her fresh fleshy mound as her body settles somewhat and her new slit begins dripping with unrestrainable anticipation. Her tails fully unfurl behind her as the binding talismans finally release her body to the bed below. Her figure is too physically wracked to immediately begin exploring herself proper in spite of her immense latent heat, but Yukari quickly comes back into the picture after letting this new Ran rest on her own dense cushion of tails for a moment.

“Excellent. This iteration has progressed tremendously, and mildly ahead of schedule as well. These sorts of things would take time regardless, as you know, but it’s all the better when one is already willing to show a certain amount of commitment, eh? I just had to find the Right One~”

She suddenly places herself directly above you, not by hovering but by simply positioning her arms and legs on either side of your curvy, sensitive body. Her violet nightgown rustles a bit over her form as the tails to the ribbon on her mobcap dangle just above your head. You can feel her deep purple eyes surgically pierce your soul as she moves her face close and exhales slowly, messily-ribboned hair falling in rivulets around you, before her eyes turn a pale yellow without warning. Your breathing instantly matches up with hers as you feel your own stream of consciousness run in direct parallel with hers as well. Further testing and potential debugging will need to be taken care of in the due course of time. However, for now we should focus on ensuring everything baseline is in working order and you are properly relieved before I’m to leave you for recovery at the estate. We wouldn’t want to keep a certain dear Bakeneko waiting for your trip to the gardens for too long now, would we~? We leave your old life behind on the other side of the gap before the boundary of Fantasy and this particular reality is sealed once again. There is so much to do…