Dis the Waifu, Become the Waifu (Yang Xiao Long TG)

I promise this is the last Yang TG for a while unless I get commed for it, or you guys vote for it. It's just this has been sitting around for a while and I thought I need to finally get this out of the way and finished. And holy moly did this get big, by the time I was done with it. It grew over 2k words from the draft. Hope you like this new cleaned up and expanded version.

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“Look for the hundredth time, there is nothing with RWBY,” Dustin said, glaring at Henry.  “It has been improving since the start. The animation has gone up, the voice acting, and the characters and writing have gotten better.”

“Oh please, you should have a little more faith in the creators. There is no way that they would ruin the show.

“Maybe, but I have my doubts,” Henry said. “Considering the way last season ended and how they offed their only still good villain left I have no reason to hold out hope.”

He wasn’t sure what he should expect from the next season, but he hoped that it would fix the issues the story and world-building had, which still needed as much help as it could. If they didn’t improve the world-building and focused more on the characters and making sure that things made sense and properly build things up.

Henry held back a sigh. Unlike him, Dustin refused to acknowledge the show’s flaws at all despite how blatantly obvious they are. He was okay with his friend enjoying what he liked, but every time Dustin brought up the show, all he could do was give it constant praise and get overly offended when anything negative was brought up about RWBY. He acted like a child when its favorite toy gets taken away as punishment.

“Look, Dustin, you can’t deny that the show’s writing has gone down the drain starting at season 5, and had a noticeable dip in season 4,” Henry sighed as he tried being reasonable. His issues were pretty sound, most of the problems that he was having with the animation stemmed from the quality of writing taking a plunge into the depths of the ocean, the worldbuilding going all over the place, and worst of all, most of the characters. The more he tried to understand the show, the worse the entirety of RWBY made sense to him. “The show used to progress quite smoothly. They explained the intricacies and acted on them, however, they constantly contradicted past explained topics. What used to be a sound story now barely makes any sense as more information gets dumped on us while simultaneously ruining other stuff we know.”

It was like this every time RWBY was brought up, just a constant back and forth argument until one of them would eventually decide to just drop the whole thing. This was proving to become increasingly problematic as the new season was just around the corner. The closer it crept, the more excited Dustin got, and in turn, caused more frequently occurring arguments.

“I would normally be all for more being added to the world, however, none of it makes sense. Take the Atlas fleet for example. That old hag who was some sorta commander showed off that their army is nothing more than a joke. How is such a powerful fleet losing to a bunch of children who are all pretty damn naive? The storytelling and worldbuilding had dived since the beginning,” Henry said, “As well as the pathetic characters.”

Henry had a lot to say about his disdain for the characters putting it mildly.  He felt that most of the characters were getting butchered as the seasons passed. He felt that Weiss and Ruby were getting better, but the rest seemed to be setting themselves on fire, or acting more sporadic in his opinion. Jaune had always been a good one, but the rest of them were taking a nosedive in terms of character development.

“Hey! The characters are just fine and just as entertaining as when the show first started. The show has a lot of interesting side characters and shows just how imaginative the world is! Blake and Yang have gone through great character arcs that have changed them!”

“Blake and Yang,” Henry answered with absolute confidence in his voice. “Yang was a fine character in the first three volumes, actively searching for her mother, Raven, in the hopes of getting answers as to why her mother had abandoned her while also making sure to be a proper companion for her team, but the later volumes, her characterization was thoroughly trampled on. Aside from one good moment from her when her mother abandoned her at the end of season 5, she’s been a mopey character who doesn’t act like a proper teammate. Heck, she doesn’t even act like a sister to Ruby anymore. Let’s not forget how Rooster Teeth handled her PTSD. They took an entire season to build it up with zero payoff when Yang and Blake confronted Adam two seasons later. She’s just a depressed character who adds nothing to the plot. Actually, scratch that. She’s a character who takes away from the plot. I hate Bumblebee and seeing it brought in the way they did is continues to infuriate me.”

Henry stared at Dustin, whose face had gone eerily blank. Instead of blowing up and immediately jumping to the defense of his waifu, like he thought he would. Instead, he went silent. Henry turned away to get a drink. Before he left the room,  a hiss caught his attention and he turned toward the source. He saw Dustin holding a metal thermos in his hand as he tossed the lid to the side. While Henry wondered where Dustin pulled it from, his friend suddenly splashed the contents of the container over him. He gasped as he could feel the slimy substance seep through his clothes and bite at his skin.

“Dude, what the fuck?!” Henry exclaimed, glaring at Dustin as he waved his hands who had a mischievous smile crawling on his face. He pulled at his wet shirt and pants, hating the damp gooey feel of his attire, twisting it in the effort of wringing out the slime, but to no avail. He ran his hand through his short hair, grimacing at how it clumped together, it felt heavier and left a sticky trail to his hand when he pulled it away.

After a few moments of annoyance, Henry paused as his body started to feel strange, a chill running down his spine. It was followed by a sudden hot flash despite having had a lukewarm liquid just thrown at him. It was like the goo was a slow-burning acid that was finally melting away at his skin. The thick substance hung from his body as it ever so slowly traveled down it at a speed that was slightly faster than tar.

“What is this stuff?!” Henry demanded as he pulled at the collar of his shirt. Whatever the crap was, it moved extremely slowly, yet also dampened his clothes with relative ease. The heat flash was getting worse, body starting to cover up in a layer of sweat that added to the stickiness of the already syrupy texture.

“Found something last month and couldn’t resist buying it, even if it was a scam which I now believe isn’t the case,” Dustin answered as he tossed the bottle to the ground having no more use for it. “Finally, I can forge my fantasies filled head into a reality, and you’re gonna get to experience every single second of it!”

“What… are you… talking… about…?” Henry panted, wondering what the hell his so-called friend was going on about. Unexpectedly, the goop that clung to his body percolated its way through his skin, causing an immediate weight to drop in the pit of his stomach, inducing him to hunch over.

Once the pain in his gut went away, he slowly pulled himself back up. After that, he felt an unusual fuzziness in his hand, prompting him to look at it. What he was met with was a fairer than usual hand! Glancing at his other hand, he saw that it had the same lighter tone. Wondering if he was seeing things, he blinked a few times to try and correct his sight, but that didn’t change a thing.

“What the hell is going on here?” Henry quietly whispered to himself as the fuzzy feeling spread without warning, enveloping his whole body.

A rustling noise started coming from his head, his short red hair beginning to feel as if he was back at the barbershop getting it lathered in shampoo. However, rather than getting a haircut, he was somehow getting his hair grown. He could feel it grow down and tickle the back of his neck. He reached around and grabbed the growing locks of hair, now seeing what should be his rusty red hair shine into a bright golden blonde. His hair grew and grew, feeling like it’d never stop at its current pace, but luckily for Henry, it did end up stopping when it rested down on his butt.

“What the fuck?!” Henry swore in pure shock as he could feel his much longer and softer hair along with the majority of his body. “What the hell is that stuff doing to me?!”

It was then that Henry’s face began to burst with heat, causing him to mercilessly claw at it, though, with his fingernails, or the lack thereof due to a lifelong biting habit did nothing to help alleviate the burning sensation. Even though his face was already burning quite painfully, each area the changes focused on flared even more. His nose was the first to receive facial treatment as the tiny bones cracked from within, but at least despite sounding excruciatingly painful, it was only mildly discomforting, minus the heat of course. Smaller and smaller it crunched until it became as cute as a button. From the sides of his heat-induced face, his cheekbones realized that they were in the wrong spots and slowly made their ways up to correct their positions. What should’ve hurt instead felt satisfying, like stretching his back in the morning, and to top it all off, a slight moan left his lips once they snapped into place.  Despite how oddly pleasant the changes felt despite the overwhelming heat, his jaw felt sore, but only for a few seconds as it reformed itself into a rounder more heart-shaped look. His lips felt like jelly was spread over them which prompted a lick from him. Once they were done plumping up, he had the sudden urge to kiss someone, his lips somehow craving to be locked with another, especially someone strong, muscular, and-

Before he could finish that thought, he hit himself in the head. With the heat starting to leave his face, he whispered, “What was I thinking?” Touching his newfound feminine lips, he glanced over at Dustin’s, but rather than wanting to throw up at the thought like he normally would, the idea was welcoming… and that scared him.

Before he could question his sanity anymore, Henry became preoccupied by his increasingly tighter clothes that wedged into his body. His shirt was becoming so tight that in fear of being choked to death by his collar, he pulled tightly at it to try and alleviate some of the strain, but it continued to get worse. And not only there, but his pants were feeling tighter, as if he had his belt on 3 buckles more than usual, only he wasn’t wearing a belt. Despite his best efforts, Henry was having trouble breathing due to the tightness of his clothing, his shirt, in particular, pressing down on his stomach so much that his lungs couldn’t properly expand with oxygen.  His shirt, now the crushing force it is, dug so deep into the boy that his spine broke under the strain. With a sickening and painful crack, his eyes teared and he grunted in agony as his back arched, and this kept on happening more and more until his flat chest and butt were sticking out in a natural state. Just like his back, his waist was about to give way from the pressure of his constricted shirt, however, while the former was extremely painful, the latter was the complete opposite. As if he were a tube of toothpaste, he was strongly squeezed, the toothpaste leaving the tube and creating indents on both of his sides. And it felt amazing. He sensually moaned as he rubbed his continually slimming waist. He loved it and hated himself for it. It was so pleasurable that his dick, despite the constraining pants, poked a bit of a bump due to how hard he quickly became. The intense feelings made him shiver and as this part of the transformation was wrapping up, so was the stimulating sensitivity… and he didn’t want it to stop. With his new slim, curvy waist that men would fight over to gaze at, he wanted the next part of his transformation to start already, a little bit of guilt inside his mind for thinking like this.

He suddenly felt his clothes cling to his hips. As the clothing got heavier it felt as if the bones in his hips were being pulled out. His hips started to ache as they rolled farther out, the more the weight grew.  Popping noise started to come out. He placed his hands on his hips and marveled at how wide they were. With every pop his hips grew a little wider, stretching farther out. He gulped and started to roll his new hips, as the pleasure went through his spine. He bit his lip and struggled not to rub his throbbing masculinity. When they were finished growing he had wide fuckabale hips that someone could have easily grabbed and held onto.

His arms started to feel weighed down as if he was wearing dozens of long-sleeved shirts at once. His arms suddenly felt as if they were drenched in water. They itched and he moved his arms to scratch them. His nails felt off and he saw they were cleaner and longer than they had any right to be. The change traveled down his nails and his fingers slimmed down as if he was getting smaller. The change traveled up his arms, and his forearms started to change and his biceps as well into slimmer feminine forms. They finished changing into toned strong womanly limbs that would have fit perfectly on a girl who worked out regularly.

Henry's clothes felt off as the fabric started to change, almost as if they were becoming rubber. A loud ripping sound filled the room. The top of his shirt over his chest fell off, alleviating the strain around his throat and breathing normally again and exposing his upper chest. More rips filled the room as the sleeves of his shirt started falling onto the ground.

The young gasped at how much easier to breathe. He looked at his arms and was slack-jawed when he saw that his arms weren’t just slimmer. The hair that lined them was gone, so much so, that there wasn't even a speck. The small little brown moles that were on his biceps and forearms were gone. It was as if his arms had been cleaned of any imperfection that they might have had.

He could feel his legs start changing and gulped. His feet grew smaller as his toes curled in on themselves. His legs slimmed down and took a feminine appearance. His thighs grew larger with fat, swelling until there was a sensual curve that wasn’t there before. He had thick thighs that were filled with a perfect mix of fat and muscle that stood out even through his pants

The pants legs on Henry shot off as if they had been cut down the sides, exposing his legs to Dustin. The fabric of his clothing began to change. His polyester shirt felt like it was becoming rubber, and his pants felt the same. When they were finished changing what remained of his clothing had changed into a yellow and white sports bikini. He blushed and growled as he tried to cover the outline of his equipment.

“I could have gone my whole life without seeing that image,” Dustin flippantly remarked as he turned away.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have done whatever you did!” Henry said as he looked back down past his little soldier and examined plush thighs. God, they felt so good, even though he wasn’t touching them. They called out to be squeezed and his hands moved to answer before he stopped himself. He could easily imagine them wrapped around a hunky man in a passionate make-out session, along with his arms. The man holding him up in his arms, by his thighs squeezing them as they returned the kiss. He shook his head. What was going on with him?

“If you want I could give them a feel for you?” Dustin asked cheekily.

Henry opened his mouth to curse him, but a moan left his mouth as the bikini tightened across his lower body, pushing his junk tighter against his body. He moaned as his penis and balls felt like they were being mashed up against a concrete wall as someone behind him kept pressing down on him.

He groaned as the weight continued to increase. He tried to pry it off, but it was as if it was hot glued against his body. It continued to push against his body, and he tried desperately to pull it off. He tried to slip his fingers underneath it, pushing his fingers as much as he could against his body, but couldn’t even get his nails underneath the bottom. His penis was sucked inside him and he screamed as he felt something else take its place. She pushed the front of her crotch and didn’t feel anything there, except for a pair of lips.

“Much better,” Dustin remarked cheerfully.

Henry growled as her legs shook and she struggled to remain standing but was able to stop herself from falling. A blush adorned her face the more she looked at him. The shape of his cheekbones, his jawline, his nose, even his eyes were looking more appealing to her. She gulped as she found herself drawn to him. Thoughts of running over and pushing her body against his arms as they encircled her waist appear and she was comforted by them. She stared at his arms and her body warmed further. She knew he worked out regularly, partially because of his football, but how his muscles looked perfect to her. Thoughts of seeing them bare to her to examine came and she warmed. Her eyes went lower as thoughts of the hard abs underneath that she could have grinded cheese against made her gulp. They went even lower and rested on the noticeable lump between his legs, made her still, and licked her lips as she imagined what was hidden underneath the fabric.

“Getting excited aren’t we?” He chuckled. “Don’t worry my dear you’ll get to explore my body to your heart’s content, just as I will get to explore yours.”

The blonde’s mouth dropped in mortification as her face burned at the implication. Her lower body warmed more at the thought of doing do and much to her terror it sounded pleasing, almost welcoming. Even now the idea seemed appealing and her toes curled at the thought of exploring his body and seeing how strong it was.

“Oh no!” she cried as her bikini grew tighter against her body again as her butt felt like it was dunked in cold water. She grabbed her lower cheeks and squeezed them, sending a surge through her body that she had never experience from her butt when she grabbed. She gulped knowing what had to be happening, but couldn’t bring herself to stop grabbing her bottom. It was exciting and riled her up. Her hands felt complete the more they grabbed her bottom.

She gasped when her bikini bottom started digging deeper into her buttocks, her twin lower cheeks grew growing, making her swimsuit squeak slightly. She mewled and pleasing sensations from her butt grew with it. She bit her lip as it pushed her hands further out. She bit her lips as she squeezed and kept her hands there. When it was finished growing the bikini bottom snuggly fit over her full buttocks in a way that showed off the curve of her bum in such a way she couldn’t believe how comfortable it was.

The former young man gulped and spanked her ass, causing her to moan lewdly as it wiggled in its tight spandex confines, despite how toned it was. God, she wanted to spank herself again, to have it groped by Dustin. She had no doubt he would have loved to get his hands on her perfect ass. He would have squeezed it to high heaven and fondled it roughly. She wondered what his dick would have felt like if she grinded against it, and how much harder her friend would have gotten. With an ass as perfect as her’s in front of him, she had no doubt she wouldn’t be disappointed.

“I always thought Yang would have a perfect ass, probably on par with so called Bellabooty, and I have to say I’m not disappointed,” Dustin said and gave her butt a delighted squeeze that made her shiver. He sighed happily, “It feels absolutely perfect. I wonder what it would feel bare don’t you?”

Henry moved away, blushing heavily as she rubbed her aching rump. Her mind thought over what it had been like when she did it versus when he did. It felt so much better when he slapped it as if he had managed to ramp it up. Would his groping feel any different without the article of clothing in place? It made her want to rip it off and let him do as he pleased to see how he could make her body feel alive.

The blonde gagged at the thought of doing so and smacked her cheek. She breathed heavily in and out, trying to focus on what was happening and how much of a creep he was. There had to be something she could do to get her mind out of the gutter it was going into.

“Just relax babe, it’s almost over,” Dustin said soothingly.

The words ran through her mind and for a moment, she couldn’t help but relax. For a moment her body went lax and a smile came over her face as her worries went so far away. He was right, it was almost over. Her body was so close to being done from what she could tell. All she was missing was two large round things and then her body would look just like Yang’s. So why fight the inevitable.  And then afterward they could do whatever they wanted to like a steamy makeout session with plenty of groping and exploring.

“No, get a hold of yourself...Hen...ry?” The blonde girl muttered. For some reason, her name felt off as if it wasn't her's.

Before she could ponder it more, a weight formed on her chest, as if something was hanging off it. She gasped as her flat pectorals started to inflate like a pair of balloons being filled. She twitched and moaned as her expanding chest felt like it was being massaged, licked, and sucked on all at once. Small lumps pushed out her top and she pushed down on them, trying to find them. It proved futile though as the small mounds hidden under her hands continued to grow and she spasmed from the pleasure that coursed her being was just as powerful, if not more so than her ass.

“Oh man, I had always dreamed about seeing this,” Dustin remarked with a pleased expression. “Would you be a dear and start squeezing your breasts.”

“Fuuu,” the blonde said as she started to do so as she pouted. She wanted to bring herself to stop, but his voice and the pleasure that she felt made it so she couldn’t bring herself to do so. They got bigger and much like her bum’s growth her bosom’s was just as appealing. Her legs trembled again as they continued to grow larger, finding it harder to stand straight. Her mounds continued to grow until they were a massive E-cup that were far too large for someone to fully grasp. The bikini top tightly hugged her huge breasts, so much so that it made them look like beach balls.

Her legs finally gave out underneath her and she managed to place her hands on the ground to stop her face from hitting the floor. She breathed heavily as she struggled to keep her body up as if she had just gone through an intense workout routine without a break or any refreshments. Her breasts bounced up and down from her breathing, and the foreign pleasing sensations made her want to squeeze them along with her ass until the end of days.

Dustin walked around her, admiring Henry’s new form. He gently pulled her up and held her close. the young man sighed as his chin rested on top of her soft golden hair. He started to play with her behind with one hand. His crotch was getting harder the more he played with her full doughy behind. He wanted to see if her breasts were just as wonderful.  He said in between light hungry kisses on her neck and shoulder. “You’re just perfect Yang. Everything about you is. Your hair, your skin, your ass, your breasts. I always figured if you had such a rocking rack, then you must have had an ass to match and I’m happy to see I was right!”

“You…bastard,” she spat out breathing heavily as she glared at him as best she could, though looking more like a pout. Her mind buzzed and her attraction to him grew. She bit her lip and wanted to peck his jaw. He looked handsome before, but being so close and being able to smell the deodorant. It was positively intoxicating to her. Not to mention the hard erection was getting her excited, just like how he was playing her immense bust.

“Let me go asshole!” Henry cried as she pushed against him. She gulped and felt her nipples go rock-hard and her body warmed between her legs the more he played with her. She could feel his scrotum getting hard behind his pants and push against her aching honeypot. She turned around and unconsciously wrapped her arms around him and quickly let go of him. The more her hands clamored over his chest the more her mouth watered and the strength that she had left in favor of feeling more of his broad chest.

The blonde shook her head, trying to get rid of these false emotions and desires that this damn liquid was causing, but they wouldn’t go.  She reminded herself that she was originally a man, and her mind countered by saying that she wasn’t anymore. She reminded herself that she was straight but heard her mind answer that everything was perfect than now that she was a curvaceous young woman and he was a strapping young man. They clouded her mind and no matter how hard she focused on something else it would flash in her mind. It didn’t help how Dustin was relentlessly groping and pleasing her body, making her desires soar.

“That’s not my name you bastard! My name is Ya... fuck!” The former boy panicked. Her mind’s first thought of her identity was to call her by the name Dustin. It was getting harder for her to remember her background or even her original appearance. New memories of her meeting Dustin, and her falling hard. She shakily turned her head and saw the ecstatic grin that Dustin, that made her feel like a piece of meat at the supermarket.

“Yeah, we’ll be doing plenty of that. Along with sucking, licking, and more,” Dustin said and fiercely kissed her. “Do you like that idea?”

“Yeah,” She panted as her dark green eyes shifted into bright lilac eyes. She tried to fight her desire, to see what he was packing, but the fact that his penis was pressing up against her crotch was like a neon sign reminding her of her situation. She pulled him tighter against her body, pressing her crotch and breasts as hard as she could as she returned the kiss with all the passion and lust that Dustin had. Before she pulled away, her body felt empty and incomplete, as if she had just been teased or pulled away before they reached the climax. She begged. “Stop please!”

“Let me think,” Dustin said sarcastically, and hummed, pretending to think it over. “Nope!”

Yang opened her mouth to scream, but Dustin’s lips collided with her own before it could get out. Her scream turned into a delighted moan. The struggle she had stopped and her hands roamed his body feeling his muscles. The blonde’s hips wiggled back and forth and she pushed her crotch against his own. When they broke apart, Yang was smiling happily as she breathed heavily.

“Just as good as the first time babe. You want to take this to the next level?” Dustin asked eagerly with a bright smile.

“You read my mind,” Yang giggled and saucily licked her lips with a hungry grin. “I got an ache that needs to be filled and I feel quite...hungry.”

“Don’t worry babe. I’m sure that I can fix that,” Dustin chuckled as he picked the blonde up by her curvy ass, playing with it. Yang landed kiss after kiss against his neck that made him shiver and swell with glee and pride. “We just need to get to a more comfortable place first.”

Dustin walked to his room, taking his sweet time to savor her delightful butterfly kisses and savoring the feeling of her ass in his hand. He had to stop himself from bolting into his room. He didn’t want to accidentally knock something over or injure her, and kill the mood. He could barely contain his glee. This was a dream come true for him and now he would finally get to live his fantasies with her. When they arrived, he threw her on the bed. Yang giggled eagerly as she spread her legs and massaged her breasts.

“Just like I said earlier, we’ll be doing this a lot more,” Dustin said.

“Can’t wait!” Yang said eagerly.

Dustin slipped his fingers underneath her bikini bottom without issue and pulled it off. He planted a kiss on her chest as his arm snaked around her back and unclipped her top. He threw it to the side and loved the way that his new lover felt in his arms. Her hands forced his shirt off of his body, and she continued to nail his body with soft small kisses. Yes, they would be doing more of this, and he knew the two of them were going to enjoy this for the rest of their days.