Reality can often be cruel, something that the citizens of Tokyo 3 know plenty about, living in a city where giant abominations from space repeatedly come down to decimate every bit of human life in their path, and where unfortunate children have been chosen to be the ones to pilot the only things that stand a chance against stopping them. However, all of those things combined may have been difficult to adjust to, but the people of Tokyo 3 have done so. What many of them face now is something far more bizarre.
“OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!” Misato Katsuragi cried out once again as she found it now difficult to just walk home in her tight skirt. Nearly everything she owned, and everything that was currently clean enough for her to wear, was almost tight enough to be considered a second skin on her, but her clothes had never troubled her like this before. However, it was what Misato said next “How the fuck do guys walk with these things?!” and the fact that the two big swells on her chest were now competing with the size of the one on her crotch that truly highlighted her irritations.
Whether it was radiation that the Angels put off or some kind of side effect of experimenting with the EVAs or something else entirely, no one was sure, but all women in Tokyo 3 had now grown penises and scrotums. Further examination showed what their eyes alone could see, that not only did they now have male sex organs, but their vaginas were now completely gone. Apart from her smooth legs and shapely, bounce rear, from the waist down, Misato truly was a man, something that kept her as embarrassed to just walk and made it that much easier to drink herself silly. As she neared home, the half woman uttered “You know, I don’t care if only the women who live here have turned out this way, just because we still need to stop the Angels does not mean that SOMEBODY SHOULDN’T BE LOOKING TO TURN US BACK TO NORMAL!” By the time she finished yelling, she was at her apartment door, sighing as she returned home to once more sulk over her lost womanhood, and wonder if she would ever be the one hundred percent bombshell she used to be. Opening the door however quickly got her mind on other things.
“Take it all, BITCH!” Asuka yelled, yanking Shinji’s hair like the reigns of a horse as she made his head plunge onto her groin, driving her cock straight into his throat. He coughed and gagged painfully as tears leaked from his eyes, but given all the times she had seen him cry, Asuka wasn’t going to let the stupid baby ruin her good time. Pushing down on his skull, she just basked in the pleasure of his tight throat now throbbing around her hard cock, moaning happily as her cheeks turned as red as her hair. She listened with delight to him gagging, as he squirmed his face to try and back out, grinding her junk around inside him, and her balls bounced off his chin. As Asuka began to open her eyes, she wondered if it would be more fun to see how long the wimp could stay this way before passing out, then it would be to just fuck his face. Sadly she would not get an answer to that question, as she then noticed that they were not alone.
The look on Misato’s face was one of shock, embarrassment, and a twitching face, while Asuka had nothing but pure shock, and Shinji’s eyes quickly bulged to shock and overwhelming embarrassment. Soon though, Misato began moving, and briefly he wondered what was going to happen, his mind suddenly going to very dirty places. Instead, a grab of Asuka’s arm and a sharp pull gave him back his breathing passage and let him take in as much fresh air as his lungs could take now that there was no longer a dick head blocking his wind pipe. Just as Shinji exhaled, he heard Asuka scream.
“AND STAY OUT!!!” Misato yelled as she threw that girl right out the doorway like she didn’t weigh a thing. Asuka flopped on the ground, landing on her back and groaned, while her cock stood right up in front of Misato, something that got her to finally slam the door.
After putting up with being stuck as half a man for days now, to come home to this was far more than she was able to tolerate right now, and if Shinji thought that she was going to be sympathetic to his situation, he was sorely mistaken. Turning around, Misato demanded to know everything “Shinji, what the hell was sh-”
“IT WAS MY IDEA!” he blurted out. Shinji was scared, much more than usual, but he still told the truth, even when it would definitely dig his grave. The question was, would that honesty makes his situation better or worse?
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