Chapter 1: The Purity of Yuri
In a quiet corner of Tokyo lived two inseparable girls—Misaki Kobayashi and Aoi Sano, both 22, fresh university graduates. Misaki was petite, with fair skin, long hair, and gentle eyes, always in pale pink dresses, like a delicate doll. Aoi, athletic with honey-toned skin, short hair, and dimpled smiles, favored jeans and loose tees. Childhood friends, they were never apart, their bond so pure friends called them the “Yuri CP.”
Their love was a secret known only to them. At night, in Misaki’s small apartment, they embraced, kissed softly, and caressed each other, tender as a spring breeze. They never considered men, their understanding of sex limited to fingers and tongues, innocent as a blank page. During climax, Misaki would whisper, “Aoi, I love you… only you forever…” Aoi responded with deep kisses, saying, “Misaki, my darling, it’s just us in this world.”
But this purity was about to be shattered. One day, browsing an art forum, Misaki clicked a dark web link titled “Ecstasy Transformation Project: Unleash Your Ultimate Desires.” The page, filled with seductive text, promised cutting-edge biotech for “unprecedented sexual pleasure.” Intending to close it, curiosity led her to fill out a contact form with their details.
Chapter 2: The Invitation to Transform
Days later, an encrypted email from “Ecstasy Institute” arrived, inviting Misaki and Aoi to a “free trial” at a secluded villa outside Tokyo. Attached was a photo of a high-tech lab with medical equipment and glowing vials. Misaki hesitated, but Aoi, excited, said, “Misaki, this sounds cool! Maybe it’ll make us closer!” Naïve, they didn’t realize this was the first step into a depraved abyss.
At the villa, they were greeted by Dr. Kurozawa, a 40-year-old woman, tall, in a white lab coat, her glasses hiding a cold allure. Claiming expertise in “human potential liberation,” she showed them a transformation pod and metal syringes filled with glowing green liquid.
“Your love is beautiful but too pure,” Kurozawa smiled, her voice serpentine. “I can amplify your desires while preserving your bond.” She revealed a shocking plan: gene editing and mechanical implants to fit them with “giant cocks” and heighten sexual sensitivity for unparalleled orgasms. Misaki blushed, stammering, “This… it’s too weird… we don’t need it…” But Aoi, curious, said, “Doctor, if it strengthens our love, I’ll try.”
Swayed by Kurozawa, they signed consent forms and entered the pods. Cold needles pierced their skin, green liquid injected, low-frequency currents pulsing. They fell unconscious, unaware their bodies were being reshaped.
Chapter 3: Awakening of the Giant Cocks
Post-transformation, Misaki and Aoi woke on medical beds, naked under thin white sheets. Misaki glanced down, screaming—her groin now bore a 30 cm giant cock, thick as an arm, veined, dripping clear fluid. Aoi’s was slightly shorter but equally monstrous, hard as steel. Their pussies remained, but sensitivity was amplified tenfold, a touch sparking tremors.
“What… is this?” Misaki covered her face, crying in shame. Aoi, wide-eyed, touched her cock, moaning, “Misaki… this feels… weird… so good…” Kurozawa entered, smirking, “My masterpiece. Your cocks are wired to your nerves, delivering pleasure a hundred times stronger. Try it—you’ll love it.”
Kurozawa handed them “Ecstasy Serum,” a pleasure-amplifying liquid, and left. Misaki resisted, but Aoi, driven by curiosity, applied the serum to her cock, hardening instantly, fluid spurting. She pounced on Misaki, kissing her, fingers in her pussy, saying, “Misaki, I still love you… let me try this…”
Aoi pressed Misaki to the bed, her giant cock entering her pussy slowly. Misaki screamed, pain and pleasure erupting, her walls stretched yet fulfilled. Aoi thrust, each stroke triggering orgasms, juices and cum soaking the sheets. Misaki sobbed, “Aoi… I love you… it’s so good… I’m dying…” Aoi, climaxing, fainted, her cock flooding Misaki with cum.
Chapter 4: Descent into Depravity
The transformation was irreversible. The giant cocks and Ecstasy Serum unleashed insatiable lust, their pure yuri love consumed by depravity. Back at their apartment, they fucked from dawn to dusk, cocks plunging into each other’s pussies and asses, the room echoing with moans and reeking of cum. Misaki learned to throat-fuck Aoi with her cock, while Aoi licked Misaki’s clit, both pissing themselves in climax, sheets never dry.
They explored perverse play. Aoi bought black-market toys—shock rings, vacuum pumps, metal anal plugs, electrified mechanical dildos. One night, in their living room, they bound each other, fitting shock rings on their cocks, currents making them scream yet harden. Misaki pumped Aoi’s nipples with suction cups, swelling them grotesquely, then fucked her ass, Aoi fainting, juices spraying the ceiling.
Their love persisted but warped. Post-climax, Misaki hugged Aoi, crying, “Aoi, we’re still in love… right?” Aoi kissed her forehead, saying, “Misaki, as long as it’s you, I’m okay.” But their eyes betrayed a greedy craving, like addicts.
Chapter 5: Public Orgies
Their lust outgrew the apartment, seeking public thrills. One midnight, they sneaked into an abandoned cinema, stripping, fucking before the screen. Misaki rode Aoi’s cock, moans blending with movie audio, cum and juices splattering seats. In a park, they fucked naked on grass, drawing homeless onlookers, climaxing harder under their gazes.
Kurozawa, occasionally contacting them, supplied new serums and toys, urging them to “embrace their nature.” She invited them to an underground club for “Ecstasy Parties” for transformees. Hesitant but tempted, they went. The club, dimly lit, reeked of sweat and cum, dozens of transformees fucking with giant cocks and toys.
Bound on stage, slathered in Ecstasy Serum, their cocks iron-hard, pussies dripping, tycoons joined, using mechanical dildos and shock wands on their cocks and pussies. Misaki pissed herself cumming, Aoi’s nipples pierced with rings, screams echoing. They fucked each other’s holes, cum and juices spraying the crowd, who cheered. Misaki sobbed, “Aoi… I love you… I need you…” Aoi replied, “Misaki… we’re forever…”
Chapter 6: Collapse of Purity
Their pure yuri love crumbled under endless sex. Their cocks and transformed bodies made the past unreachable, their days consumed by fucking, chasing higher highs. They quit their jobs, moved to Kurozawa’s secret apartment, becoming club regulars, fucking other transformees, filming for “Ecstasy Archives.”
Misaki felt hollow, post-climax hugging Aoi, crying, “Aoi, are we wrong… is our love still there?” Aoi kissed her, saying, “Misaki, we’re together, that’s enough.” But her eyes held doubt. Kurozawa revealed their transformation was permanent, cocks and lust lifelong. Misaki broke down, but Aoi accepted, saying, “Misaki, if this is our fate, let’s fall together.” They fucked every transformee, their cum a gravestone for their purity.
Chapter 7: Awakening from Collapse
Misaki and Aoi’s lives were devoured by their giant cocks and endless lust. Their apartment, a den of debauchery, sheets perpetually soaked with cum and juices, reeked of sex. The club’s “Ecstasy Parties” drowned them in orgies with transformees, their cocks’ cum a tombstone for their yuri love. Kurozawa’s revelation—that the transformation was irreversible—crushed Misaki’s last hope.
One midnight, post-party, Misaki collapsed in the club’s corner, drenched in sweat and cum, clinging to Aoi, sobbing, “Aoi… what’s become of our love? Are we still us?” Her voice trembled, eyes despairing. Aoi, silent, stroked Misaki’s face, eyes conflicted. “Misaki… I don’t know… but I can’t lose you.” Her words, tender yet frail, lit a fading candle in the dark.
Misaki recalled their past—holding hands under cherry blossoms, sharing books in the library, whispering kisses at night. Those pure moments stabbed her heart. She realized the cocks’ intense pleasure couldn’t replace their love. Gripping Aoi’s hand, she choked, “Aoi… I want to go back… to just us…”
Aoi froze, eyes flickering with struggle. She, too, tired of the club’s chaos, of cocks ruling their lives. But she feared losing the pleasure, feared their bodies couldn’t revert. Hugging Misaki, she whispered, “Misaki… if this is what you want, I’ll try with you… because I love you.”
Chapter 8: Resolve to Resist
Misaki and Aoi resolved to fight Kurozawa’s transformation, reclaiming their pure love. They contacted an anonymous hacker via the dark web, connecting with the “Anti-Ecstasy Alliance,” an underground group helping transformees escape Kurozawa’s grip. The leader, Rena, 30, a former Kurozawa assistant who defected over her mad experiments, explained that while the cocks couldn’t be removed, neural suppressants and therapy could curb lust, restoring bodily control.
To get suppressants, they needed to infiltrate Kurozawa’s lab, stealing core data and formulas. Pretending to remain club devotees, they tracked Kurozawa’s schedule. One night, when she left for a secret meeting, they sneaked into the villa. The lab’s dim lights and eerie vials unnerved Misaki, her hands shaking. Aoi held her, whispering, “Misaki, don’t be scared. We’re in this together.”
They hacked the security, securing suppressant samples and files, but an alarm blared, Kurozawa’s guards storming in. Aoi, using her athletic skills, stalled them, urging Misaki to flee with the data. Misaki, tears streaming, shouted, “Aoi, I won’t leave you!” Aoi smiled, “Go, for our love.” Misaki escaped, heart breaking, as Aoi was subdued and dragged to Kurozawa.
Chapter 9: Trial of Pure Love
Misaki delivered the data to Rena, who synthesized the first suppressants. Alone, she returned to the lab to save Aoi. Kurozawa, anticipating her, had Aoi bound in a transformation pod, overdosed with Ecstasy Serum, her cock painfully hard, pussy dripping. Kurozawa sneered, “Misaki Kobayashi, think you can escape? Your love is an illusion; the cock’s pleasure is truth.”
Misaki rushed to Aoi, kissing her, saying, “Aoi, I love you… we don’t need this!” She injected a suppressant into Aoi’s neck. Aoi’s moans softened, her eyes clearing, whispering, “Misaki… thank you…” Misaki injected herself, her cock’s erection fading, lust ebbing like a tide.
Enraged, Kurozawa ordered guards to seize Misaki, but Aoi broke free, smashing the pod, triggering an explosion. In the chaos, they fled to the Alliance’s safehouse. Rena sheltered them, starting long-term suppressant therapy. Their cocks remained, but lust dropped to normal, their pussies’ sensitivity restored to human levels.
Chapter 10: Return to Pure Love
Post-therapy, Misaki and Aoi moved to a seaside town, far from Tokyo’s clamor. They rented a wooden cabin, windows framing blue waves, nights filled with their breaths. Suppressants tamed their cocks, no longer ruling them, though still present—a silent reminder. They embraced this, redefining the cocks not as tools of depravity but extensions of their love.
Their sex became tender yet sensual, steeped in pure love. One moonlit night, Misaki shed her nightgown, her fair body glowing, cock slightly hard. Climbing onto Aoi, she kissed her neck, whispering, “Aoi, I need you… like before…” Aoi smiled, stroking Misaki’s face, “Misaki, my darling, always you.”
Aoi entered Misaki’s pussy gently, thrusting slowly, each move laced with love. Misaki moaned, clutching Aoi’s back, “Aoi… I love you… it’s so good…” Aoi kissed her, quickening, their climax a tight embrace, cum and juices mingling—not depravity’s mark but love’s seal. They caressed with fingers and tongues, like their yuri days, gentle as spring.
They used light erotic toys—feather wands, low-vibration massagers—for fun, avoiding extreme highs. Misaki whispered, “Aoi, you’re my everything…” Aoi replied with kisses, “Misaki, our love conquered all.”
Chapter 11: Eternal Yuri
Misaki and Aoi began anew in the seaside town. Misaki taught art to local kids, Aoi ran a small gym. Hand in hand, they walked beaches, watching sunsets, smiles pure as ever.
Their cocks, no longer a curse, were a secret bond, a testament to their struggle and love’s resilience. At night, on their cabin’s balcony, they made love under moonlight, cocks gently entering each other, moans blending with waves. No Ecstasy Serum or club orgies were needed—pure love’s pleasure surpassed fleshly limits.
Misaki wrote in her diary, “Aoi, my love, we crossed hell to find paradise. With you, it’s all worth it.” Reading it, Aoi kissed her forehead, “Misaki, never let go of my hand.” Their yuri love, blooming in tender sensuality, became an eternal legend.
