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Edit: Ok so here's the link to the fic I used for inspo: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62586793 I believe this is the original fic I used, so give kudos to that too if you haven't (it's so well written omg) if the link doesn't work (somehow) please tell me so I can fix it. - author
This was bad.
Really, really, bad.
Okarun didn't expect this to happen. Once his balls were gone, he didn't expect his dick to also be gone as well and be replaced with a vagina instead! He didn't tell anyone about this yet, not even Momo, Granny Seiko, and Jiji knows. Hell, he doubts that yokai, Turbo Granny, knows about this either.
Which, thinking about it now, was a good thing. It's likely that it would weird them out, but, at the same time, they weren't weirded out when he told them about his balls' situation.
But...surprisingly, living with this different genital, he has already gotten used to it. At least he didn't need to worry about having a tent in between his legs, that's good. But there was another thing that he still wasn't used to.
These urges...they were popping up frequently now, especially when he was in the same room with Jiji.
It wasn't like he was in love with him, or...maybe he is, but Okarun knew that there was something about Jiji that was practically putting him in this chokehold.
The dining table was already crowded with loud conversations, as usual.
Okarun was oddly quiet, he only spoke when either Momo or Jiji would talk to him from time to time. He barely even ate the crab legs on his plate, which was the food they were having for dinner for the night. He only stared at it, almost grimacing at the boiled crabs. His ears were ringing from the arguing of Momo and Turbo Granny. He could hear them yelling, mainly food-related stuff. "Oi! Old hag, that was my piece of crab legs!" He would hear Momo shout, with Turbo Granny retorting back, "Get your own! These are mine, and mine only!" "Both of you quiet down! I'm trying to eat in peace!" Seiko would exclaim at both of them.
It was the usual, with Momo and Turbo Granny bickering. But there was still something that bothered him.
He sighed; his posture slumped. "I already lost my appetite..." He thought to himself. Okarun glanced to the side, to where Jiji was sitting beside him, devouring the crab legs he had on his plate. Damn, the way his slightly calloused, smooth yet slim fingers would break open the shell...No—wait a minute, what the fuck was he thinking?! Okarun mentally shook his head, "What is going on with me...? This is bad..."
"Hey, Okarun, are you going to eat that?"
He was immediately snapped out of his thoughts.
Okarun turns back to Jiji, "H-huh? Oh...you mean these?" He pointed at the untouched crab legs on his plate.
Jiji nodded with a grin, "Can I pretty-please take them from you? I'm starvingggg!" he asked, in an almost dramatic tone as he clasped his hands together with a plea.
"Uhm...well—okay."
"Thank you, man! You're the BEST!" Jiji grinned. Immediately he took all the crab legs from Okarun's plate to his.
Okarun sighed, "He's such a foodie..." He rested his elbow on the table, leaning against his own palm. He gave subtle glances at Jiji again, this time mainly looking at his hands then his face. He gulped, he didn't want to admit this but—he wondered what those fingers would feel like if they were inside—
—Something twitched.
He looked down at his pants, and although there wasn't a bulge (since he doesn't have a dick), there was a faint, throbbing sensation. These urges began to grow more impatient, the throbbing and the trembling increasing whenever Okarun would stare at Jiji. He bit his inner cheek, "Fuck...this isn't good..." Okarun glanced over at Momo and Turbo Granny, who both were surprisingly still fighting each other just for the big bowl of crab legs. They were distracted...same for Jiji, who was still gobbling up his crab legs, sometimes exclaiming with joy as he does.
This was his chance. He needed to get out of this place to somewhere secluded. This feeling...this urge, he can't take it anymore.
"I'll be right back; I need to use the restroom really quick..." He said, standing up from his seat.
Jiji looks up from his plate, "Oh, no worries, dude."
Once Jiji said that Okarun took off, practically speed-ran to the stairs, and to the upstairs bathroom.
Momo saw this and stopped mid-fight with Turbo Granny. "Wait—where's Okarun going?" She asked.
"Oh, he just needed to use the restroom. That's what he said anyway." Jiji shrugged.
Momo squinted her eyes at the stairs, "Hm...okay. Well, he could've just gone to use the downstairs bathroom though..."
Okarun closed the bathroom door shut, his breathing uneven as he clutched his shirt.
He lets out a sigh, his back leaning against the bathroom sink counter. "Phew..." He said with relief. "Just what was I thinking about right now? I shouldn't think that way...so why..." He lets out a sudden wince, feeling the area down there throb again. "W-what is going on with me..." He ran a hand through his hair.
He needed to calm down, pace his breathing to slow, constant breaths.
He gulped; his eyes trailed down to his pants. "M-maybe...maybe if I just..." He slowly reached for his belt, but with his shaky hands, he stopped. He was nervous, when he had a vagina instead of his dick, he promised himself that he wouldn't look at it, not even take a peek, since whenever he does, it gets too embarrassing for him.
Well...he needed to do something to ease this throbbing sensation. He was getting aroused already, his body impatient and craving touch.
A small, line of sweat dripped from his face, as his trembling hands moved to unbuckle his belt, letting his pants go down to his ankles, and slowly, he pulled down his underwear. His eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed a deep pink hue. It didn't look that bad. But the throbbing continued from it, sending shivers down his body. "Okay...okay...Okarun, y-you got this...it's just like...doing it with your..." He trailed off. He was excited, but...at the same time, scared. But he can't let it get to him now. He needed to deal with these urges now.
One step at a time, he moved his hand to his pussy, cupping it. He almost let out a whimper, but with his other free hand, he covered his mouth. It felt so sensitive, even more sensitive than a regular cock. With a shaky breath, he began to rub in a circular motion. He bit his lip, trying not to moan. His hand that cupped and teased his pussy, slowly moved to the clit, poking it, he gasped. It was tingling so much...
He began to rub the clit of his pussy, his shoulders shaking as his mind started to go blank. He closed his eyes, continuing to tease himself more and more. His other free hand that covered his mouth moved to grip hard on the edges of the counter he was up against. He whimpered, letting out muffled moans from his throat as under there, it started to feel wet.
Okarun stopped for a moment, his fingers were close to the entrance. But he knew—he had to take this slow.
And so, he did, he spread his legs open just a tiny bit, leaning back on the counter to get a better angle, and with a deep breath, he shoved one finger into the hole. His head jerked up, "I-It hurts...!" He strained, and yet it felt so good. When one finger wasn't enough, he inserted two, and eventually three. He panted, biting his lip so hard he could taste the metallic blood coming from it as he started to fuck himself. "This is too good...I-I can't stop...!" The faint groans grew to whimpers and wet moans, he kept pushing it deeper, scissoring his own insides as the walls twitched in the tunnels.
He gasped; his legs started to feel weak. "Jiji..." He called out with a murmur. He lets out a soft moan, "Jiji...!"
Wait...why was he starting to call out his name? He couldn't help it anyways, his mind was already imagining; fantasizing that this hand wasn't his, but instead it was Jiji's, teasing his insides as he whispered naughty things into his ears. Okarun knew he shouldn't think this way, it was messed up, thinking perverted thoughts. What would Jiji think if he were to—
The door opened.
Jiji stared, wide-eyed. His cheeks grew red when he saw Okarun in that position. But wait a minute...was that—?
"J-Jiji! Uhm...uh-wait, this isn't what it looks like!" Okarun covered his area with both his hands, his face grew a darker red. Shit. He found out, he saw it.
He saw it.
Jiji almost choked on his own saliva, "O-Okarun, since when did you—" He pointed to the area Okarun was attempting to cover. His jaw almost dropped, "I-sorry, I didn't mean to...Y-you were taking a while in the bathroom so...I thought the door would be locked..." He took a step back, "I-I'll leave you alone, s-sorry..."
Okarun watched as Jiji awkwardly turned and was about to exit the bathroom. He should've let him go, but that would leave a bitter taste in his mouth. Indistinctively, he stopped Jiji in his tracks, using the hand that he used to grip on the counter, to grab Jiji by his wrist. "J-just...wait a minute, Jiji..." He spoke.
Jiji felt a shiver down his spine, he slowly turned back to Okarun. "Y-yeah?"
Okarun lifted his head up, his eyes meeting Jiji's. "Please...d-don't tell anyone about this..." He averted his gaze, guilt and shame washed over his mind like a tsunami. He couldn't force himself to look at Jiji any longer. "A-and...since you're here, I want you to...help me with something, if that's okay..."
Jiji's eyes widened more, his eyes trailed down to Okarun's legs, which were trembling as his pussy was dripping wet. He should've backed off, to flee and ignore that all of this was happening. But instead...
He closed the bathroom door shut, locking it with a click. "...Sure."
Okarun's pants and underwear were thrown to the floor, muffled whimpers and moans were heard coming from him as he was back against the counter. His hands gripped the fabric of Jiji's shirt, as he felt the long, slim yet thick fingers of his plunge into his female entrance. He kept his face buried in Jiji's shoulder; his hips would jerk whenever the fingers would hit the sensitive walls in the tunnel.
"I never knew you had a pussy like this." He whispered into Okarun's ear, sending him shivers as he inserted three of his fingers deeper.
Okarun moaned again, he kept biting his lip as to muffle his loud noises. "I-I didn't...E-ever since—" He gasped, feeling Jiji's fingers scissor his insides more. "—E-ever since I lost my balls, I-I got this instead..." He said through the muffled whines.
Jiji kept pushing his fingers in and out, his mind was in circles. The vagina felt real, it didn't feel like he was imagining things. It felt like he was fingering a girl. But it was Okarun instead, a boy with a female pussy instead of a dick. For some reason, that thought made his own dick get hard.
"Okarun...c-can I put it in?" He asked, his fast pacing slowed to a steady motion. He locked eyes with Okarun, his gaze showing a hint of eagerness.
"H-huh..?!" Okarun's blush grew, "Y-you mean...?"
Jiji nodded, "I'll take it slow, I promise."
Okarun hesitated, but his body said otherwise. It was twitching and impatient to taste the member. "O-okay..."
Jiji smiled, giving a kiss on the forehead, before moving one of his hands to lift one of Okarun's legs. He unzipped his pants with his free hand, exposing his unclothed cock, which, it looked so...big.
"W-wait, I'm not sure if—"
A gasp escaped his mouth, along with a whine; feeling Jiji's dick enter his pussy at full force. With one hand, he gripped hard on the counter, practically scratching it, with his other holding tight to Jiji's shirt.
"Oh, s-shit—Did it do it too early?" Jiji's expression grew worried, his free hand caressed Okarun's cheek.
Okarun shook his head, "I-I'm fine," He reassured, trying to hold back a whimper.
"...I'm going to start moving now, okay?" Jiji said, "If you want me to stop, just tell me."
And with Okarun's confirmation, Jiji began to move. It started off slow, moving his member in and out of the walls, the tip touching every sensitive spot that made Okarun's body hot. His ears filled with Okarun's moans and whines ringing into his eardrums, fueling him more as he started to quicken his pace. By now, Okarun had both his arms around Jiji's neck, with Jiji connecting his forehead to the shorter male; His one hand grabbing tightly on the other's lifted leg, and the other free hand on Okarun's waist.
"This...this is too much! I could barely think straight...!" Okarun thought. He knew that the others might get suspicious of them, but right now, he didn't care. All he wanted was Jiji pounding his insides, driving him mad and obsessed with his dick. Their lips were close to touching, Okarun's glasses would fog up from their close breaths. Eventually, their lips met, making Okarun's noises more muffled as Jiji started giving tongue. Although it was sloppy, some drool escaping Okarun's lips, it was damn good.
He didn't want to admit it but, he hoped this would never end, he wanted to do this forever.
Although Jiji didn't want to break the kiss, he had to. A thin line of saliva connected their tongues for a moment, "Okarun...I-I think I'm gonna..."
But as of now, Okarun didn't care. He would let him come inside as much as he wanted to. "I-it's fine...You can." He said, before kissing Jiji again. The pacing quickened, so much that he was pounding into Okarun's hole and tearing his insides. Until, the pounding stopped, instead, it was replaced with a white substance filling Okarun's tunnel.
The kiss broke again, just so the two could catch their breaths. Okarun watched as Jiji slowly took out his dick, the entrance now filled to the brim with his cum. His stomach felt like it was burning, hot from the warm sticky substance. He nuzzled into Jiji's shoulder, letting out a shaky breath. "I-I want to do it again..." He smiled.
"Damn, what's Jiji and Okarun taking so long?" Momo groaned, slumped on the dining table as her grandma, Seiko, was washing the dishes in the kitchen.
Suddenly, Jiji walked down the stairs with no trouble, the usual playful grin plastered on his face. But Okarun was nowhere to be found. Weird...
"...Dude, didn't you say you were going to check on Okarun? He was taking a while in the bathroom, wasn't he?" Momo crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow.
"Huh?" Jiji approached Momo with a puzzled look, then he realized—"Oh! Yeah uh...I got a bit distracted, sorry!"
Seiko popped her head out of the kitchen, "Oi! Jiji, come help me with the dishes, will ya?"
"Coming, ma'am!" He saluted before running off.
Eventually, Okarun came down the stairs, although for some reason, his walking was sort of...odd. "Oh, hello Miss Ayase..." He walked over to the dining table and sat down next to her with a slight wince. After doing...it with Jiji in the bathroom, his legs were weak, by now, he could barely walk properly.
"Okarun...! You okay?" Momo tilted her head, her eyes showing a glint of worry.
Okarun's cheeks grew red, and only then did he sheepishly nod his head. "Mmh-hmm, yeah...! I just...uh..." He coughed, clearing his throat.
Momo glanced at Jiji, who was in the kitchen, then to Okarun, "...Jiji said he was going to check up on you, since he noticed you were taking a while in the bathroom." She spoke.
"Y-yeah, and he did." Okarun responded. Although, for some reason, he kept his gaze firmly averted from Momo.
"Then...what took you guys so long?"
Okarun stayed silent, keeping his mouth shut. "...uhm..." He rubbed the nape of his neck, "I-I don't know what you're talking about, Miss Ayase..."
Momo hummed, her eyes darting to Okarun, then to Jiji, then to Okarun. Something felt odd about those two...she can feel it.
But for now, she'll leave that matter aside.