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General | Posted a year agoPutting up posts from dA.
There a better way to transfer these??
Can I just use description space to put the story there? Is that OK to do here??
There a better way to transfer these??
Can I just use description space to put the story there? Is that OK to do here??
Move to the Beat(Box)
General | Posted a year agoMasao and Minako Aino had been dating for over a year now, and their relationship was strong and passionate. They often spent their evenings exploring the city, trying new foods, and dancing to their favorite music. As they walked hand in hand, Masao couldn't help but gaze lovingly at his girlfriend's beautiful face, framed by her long, blond hair.
But their peaceful stroll was soon interrupted by a loud, thumping beat that seemed to come out of nowhere. They turned to see a figure approaching them, her pink skin glowing in the streetlights. She was BeatBox, a humanoid creature with pointed ears and a body clad in a shiny, golden tank top, tennis shoes, and booty shorts with speaker designs on the back.
As BeatBox came closer, the music from her speakers grew louder, and Masao and Minako felt a strange sensation taking over their bodies. Suddenly, they found themselves moving uncontrollably, their hips swaying and their bodies twerking in sync with the beat. To their horror, their clothes began to change, turning into matching, golden, hip-hop-themed outfits. Masao's once masculine body became feminine and curvaceous, while Minako's already feminine figure transformed into an even more voluptuous form.
As they looked at each other in shock, BeatBox's voice filled their minds. "Welcome to my world," she said with a mischievous smile. "I am BeatBox, and I have chosen you to be my latest entertainment."
Masao and Minako tried to resist, but their bodies seemed to have a mind of their own. They danced and twerked in front of BeatBox, feeling embarrassed and humiliated. The creature laughed and clapped along to the beat, enjoying their forced performance.
But as they danced, Masao couldn't help but notice the strange looks they were receiving from passersby. He could see the judgment and disapproval in their eyes, and he felt a sense of shame wash over him. What would his parents think if they saw him like this? They had always been strict and traditional, and this was not the image he wanted to present to them.
Minako, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the attention. She was always confident and outgoing, and this transformation only seemed to amplify those traits. She danced with a newfound energy and flirtatiousness, catching the eye of a few men who passed by.
But as the night went on, Masao and Minako began to feel exhausted and drained. Their bodies ached from the constant dancing, and they longed to be free from BeatBox's control. As the creature's laughter echoed in their minds, they realized the gravity of their situation. This was not just a fun game; it was a violation of their free will and a loss of their identity.
Finally, after what felt like hours, BeatBox released them from her spell. Masao and Minako stumbled back, gasping for air and trying to regain their composure. They looked at each other, feeling a mix of confusion, anger, and shame.
As BeatBox disappeared into the night, they knew that this experience would stay with them forever. They had been forced to confront their own insecurities and societal expectations, and it had taken a creature with pink skin and speaker shorts to bring it to light.
From that day on, Masao and Minako vowed to never take their freedom for granted and to always stay true to themselves, no matter what. They may have fallen under the affluence of BeatBox, but they emerged stronger and more self-aware than ever before.
But their peaceful stroll was soon interrupted by a loud, thumping beat that seemed to come out of nowhere. They turned to see a figure approaching them, her pink skin glowing in the streetlights. She was BeatBox, a humanoid creature with pointed ears and a body clad in a shiny, golden tank top, tennis shoes, and booty shorts with speaker designs on the back.
As BeatBox came closer, the music from her speakers grew louder, and Masao and Minako felt a strange sensation taking over their bodies. Suddenly, they found themselves moving uncontrollably, their hips swaying and their bodies twerking in sync with the beat. To their horror, their clothes began to change, turning into matching, golden, hip-hop-themed outfits. Masao's once masculine body became feminine and curvaceous, while Minako's already feminine figure transformed into an even more voluptuous form.
As they looked at each other in shock, BeatBox's voice filled their minds. "Welcome to my world," she said with a mischievous smile. "I am BeatBox, and I have chosen you to be my latest entertainment."
Masao and Minako tried to resist, but their bodies seemed to have a mind of their own. They danced and twerked in front of BeatBox, feeling embarrassed and humiliated. The creature laughed and clapped along to the beat, enjoying their forced performance.
But as they danced, Masao couldn't help but notice the strange looks they were receiving from passersby. He could see the judgment and disapproval in their eyes, and he felt a sense of shame wash over him. What would his parents think if they saw him like this? They had always been strict and traditional, and this was not the image he wanted to present to them.
Minako, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the attention. She was always confident and outgoing, and this transformation only seemed to amplify those traits. She danced with a newfound energy and flirtatiousness, catching the eye of a few men who passed by.
But as the night went on, Masao and Minako began to feel exhausted and drained. Their bodies ached from the constant dancing, and they longed to be free from BeatBox's control. As the creature's laughter echoed in their minds, they realized the gravity of their situation. This was not just a fun game; it was a violation of their free will and a loss of their identity.
Finally, after what felt like hours, BeatBox released them from her spell. Masao and Minako stumbled back, gasping for air and trying to regain their composure. They looked at each other, feeling a mix of confusion, anger, and shame.
As BeatBox disappeared into the night, they knew that this experience would stay with them forever. They had been forced to confront their own insecurities and societal expectations, and it had taken a creature with pink skin and speaker shorts to bring it to light.
From that day on, Masao and Minako vowed to never take their freedom for granted and to always stay true to themselves, no matter what. They may have fallen under the affluence of BeatBox, but they emerged stronger and more self-aware than ever before.
