The Shapeshifter’s Desires

Disclaimer: Contains gay content (but it is really gay if it's Astolfo?)

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School days were starting to blur together. Ever since I arrived in this world, I had gotten used to the strange dynamics, but the daily routine of classes, assignments, and navigating a world where women were naturally dominant still left me exhausted.

At least I had Astolfo.

He was probably the most carefree person I'd met since coming here. Always upbeat, always radiating energy. His presence made things feel... lighter. We had fallen into an easy rhythm of hanging out after school, so when he grabbed my wrist after the last bell rang, I didn't question it.

"Renji, let's go to my place today!" he said, practically bouncing on his heels. "I got some new outfits in, and I need a second opinion!"

I chuckled, adjusting my bag on my shoulder. "Yeah? Trying to one-up your last fit?"

"You know it," he grinned, flipping his pink hair dramatically before linking his arm with mine and leading the way.

Astolfo's house wasn't far, and like usual, his energy made the walk feel like it lasted no time at all. The moment we got inside, he kicked off his shoes and practically dragged me into his room.

His space was as chaotic as ever—clothes strewn everywhere, makeup scattered on his desk, random accessories tossed around like he had tried on half his wardrobe in a single day. But something caught my eye that hadn't been there before.

A lot of camera equipment.

A high-quality webcam was perched on his desk, with softbox lights positioned perfectly around a chair. A professional microphone sat on a stand, and the monitor in front of it showed some kind of streaming setup.

I blinked. "You have been getting into video editing or something?"

Astolfo froze for half a second before looking over his shoulder at me. "Huh?"

I gestured at the setup. "The cameras. The lighting. Looks kinda... serious?"

A grin slowly spread across his face. Not a sheepish, embarrassed one. No, this was the grin of someone who knew he had just been caught red-handed but wasn't remotely ashamed about it.

"Ohhh," he giggled, turning fully toward me. "You don't know?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Know what?"

Instead of answering, he plopped down in his chair, swiveled to face the screen, and clicked something. Instantly, a window popped up on the monitor, revealing a live chat scrolling so fast I could barely read the messages.

At the top of the screen, there was a live video feed—of Astolfo.

My mouth went dry as I stared at the chat. Thousands of viewers. Messages flooding in. Donations pop up one after another. And every single one of them was directed at him.

"Wait... hold on," I said, frowning. "Are you saying you're, like, famous?"

Astolfo leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head with a smug little smirk. "Mmmm, depends on what you mean by famous," he teased. "If you're asking whether people pay to see me look cute and chat with them, then yeah, I guess I kinda am."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I knew Astolfo was confident. Hell, the way he dressed, carried himself and acted in public already made him stand out. But I never thought he was broadcasting himself to thousands of people every night.

"And you never thought to mention this?" I asked, still processing.

He spun his chair side to side, humming. "I dunno, you never asked? It's not like I was hiding it."

I gestured at the screen. "This is not something you just casually don't mention. How long have you been doing this?"

"A while~" he chimed. "People love me, Renji! I'm cute, I've got a personality, and I know how to work a camera. It's kinda fun, you know?"

I rubbed my temples. "And no one at school knows?"

"Oh, I'm sure some do," he said, winking. "But no one really cares since I'm not exactly shy about it. I mean, it's not like I wear a mask or anything."

That was true. In a world where men were often expected to be reserved, Astolfo was anything but. He thrived on attention and judging by the chat exploding with excitement at his presence, he had no shortage of fans.

Still, this was a lot.

Astolfo's eyes sparkled as he turned back to the screen. "Hey, since you're already here... wanna be on stream with me?"

I blinked. "Wait. What?"

"Oh, come on!" He clasped his hands together. "You're good-looking, the chat will love you, and it'll be fun! Just sit next to me, say hi, and maybe answer some questions. You don't even have to do anything crazy!"

I hesitated. The idea of being on a livestream with thousands of people watching me wasn't exactly something I had planned for today. But at the same time... something about it was intriguing.

Astolfo was so comfortable in front of the camera. He treated it like it was second nature, and the way he interacted with his chat made it obvious that this wasn't just a side hobby—it was something he enjoyed.

I exhaled. "Fine. But if this gets weird, I'm out."

Astolfo squealed in delight and patted the seat next to him. "Yes! You're gonna be amazing, Renji!"

Reluctantly, I sat beside him, watching as he adjusted the camera to include both of us in the frame. The moment he unmuted his mic, the chat went wild.

"OMG WHO'S THAT?!"

"HE'S HOT WTF"

"Astolfo bringing in the boyfriend on stream?"

"NEW SHIP NEW SHIP NEW SHIP"

I felt my face heat up. "They, uh... they get into this, huh?"

Astolfo giggled. "Of course they do! Chat, and say hello to Renji! He's my best friend~"

More messages flooded in, some playful, some outright thirsty. The attention was a little overwhelming, but I had to admit, it was kinda fascinating seeing so many people so invested in Astolfo.

For the next few minutes, I answered questions, mostly about how I met Astolfo, what kind of person he was off-camera, and whether or not I had seen him in his "premium" outfits. Astolfo kept things lighthearted, leaning into the teasing in a way only he could.

And then the chat started asking for something a little more... interactive.

"Omg do a cute pose together!!!"

"Renji let Astolfo sit on your lap lmao"

"Give us some fan service!!"

I felt my throat tighten. "Uh... do they always get this demanding?"

Astolfo winked at me. "Oh, they love it when I play along~"

He leaned in closer, resting his chin on my shoulder. "What do you think, Renji? Wanna give them a show?"

The chat erupted at that.

I swallowed hard, feeling the tension in the air shift. This was quickly turning into something else entirely.

And I wasn't sure if I was ready for where this was heading.

I sit nervously beside Astolfo, my heart racing as I stare at the live stream chat. The comments flood in, each one more dominant and demanding than the last. I glance at Astolfo, seeing the excitement in his eyes as he reads them aloud.

"Look, Renji! They love us!" he exclaims, grinning widely. 

I force a smile, trying to hide my apprehension. I've never done anything like this before, and the sheer number of women watching, expecting obedience, is overwhelming.

Astolfo leans in close, whispering in my ear. "Just follow my lead, okay? They're going to love you." 

I nod, taking a deep breath as I turn my attention back to the chat. The messages blur together, a constant stream of commands and critiques.

"Get on your knees for us"

"Astolfo, show your pet how it's done"

I hesitate for a moment; my hands clenched tightly in my lap. But as I look at the screen again, seeing the sheer number of women expecting my obedience, I feel a strange sense of submission wash over me. 

I slowly sink to my knees, my head bowed as I wait for the next command. Astolfo beams at me, clearly pleased with my compliance. 

The chat erupts in praise, their messages flooding the screen.

"Good boy, Renji!" 

"Look at you, so obedient already," 

I feel a flush creep up my cheeks at their words, a mix of embarrassment and something else, something I can't quite identify. Astolfo reaches out, ruffling my hair affectionately. 

"See? I told you they'd love you," he says, his voice filled with pride.

But as the chat continues to dominate, pushing us to be more submissive, I start to notice a strange sensation. My body feels strange like it's shifting and changing beneath my clothes.

I try to ignore it, focusing instead on the chat's commands. They're demanding more, pushing Astolfo and me to the limit of our submission.

"Dance for us, boys!" 

"Show us how much you love obeying us!"

 Astolfo jumps to his feet, pulling me up with him. He starts to move, his hips swaying seductively as he dances for the camera. I hesitate for a moment, feeling self-conscious, but the chat's praise and encouragement spur me on. I begin to move with Astolfo, our bodies swaying and gyrating in sync. 

The chat loves it, their messages filling the screen with compliments and demands for more. Astolfo leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Just let go, Renji," he whispers. "Let them control you. It feels so good."

Astolfo reaches into a drawer and pulls out two small, vibrator-like devices. He hands one to me, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Here, use this," he says, turning his attention back to the chat. 

"Show us how you pleasure yourselves, boys!" 

 Astolfo obeys immediately, pressing the toy against his crotch and letting out a moan. I hesitate for a moment, glancing down at my own body. My dick feels strange, smaller than usual, almost like it's retreated into my body.

I blush, embarrassed, but the chat's demands leave me no choice. I press the toy against myself, trying to ignore the odd sensation. 

The chat loves it, their messages filling the screen with praise and encouragement.

"Look at Astolfo's cute little cock!" 

"And Renji's is even smaller! How adorable!"

Astolfo's face flushes with pleasure as he continues to use the toy, his hips moving in rhythm with the vibrations. I try to mimic his movements, but it feels strange with my smaller, shrunken member. 

The chat notices, their messages becoming more focused on my apparent lack of size.

"Renji, let us see your tiny dick!" 

"Show us how cute and helpless you are!"

I blush deeply, feeling a mix of embarrassment and something else, something that feels almost like pride. Slowly, hesitantly, I reach down and lift my shirt, revealing my small, shrunken penis to the camera. The chat erupts in excitement, their messages flooding the screen with praise and encouragement.

"Oh my god, he's so small!" 

"Look at that adorable little thing!"

Astolfo grins at me, clearly enjoying my humiliation. 

"See? They love it," he says, his voice filled with amusement."Now, let's give them a real show."

Astolfo reaches out, grabbing my hand and guiding it to his crotch. I gasp as I feel his much larger, throbbing erection through his pants. "

Come on, Renji," he urges, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's pleasure each other, just like they want us to."

The chat cheers at the suggestion, their messages encouraging us to continue.

"Yes, touch each other!" 

"Make each other feel good for us!"

I hesitate for a moment, but the overwhelming presence of the chat, their demands, and praise make it impossible to resist. I start to rub Astolfo through his pants, feeling his hardness grow even more. 

In turn, he reaches down and grasps my small, shrunken penis, his fingers wrapping around it easily.

Astolfo's small cock twitches in my hand as I continue to stroke him through his pants. He lets out a soft moan, his hips bucking slightly into my touch. 

The chat loves it, their messages flooding the screen with encouragement.

"That's it, boys!" 

"Pleasure each other just like that!"

Astolfo looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "Your turn," he says, his voice husky. He reaches for my pants, undoing them quickly and pulling them down along with my underwear. My small, shrunken penis springs free, and Astolfo's eyes widen slightly at the sight.

"Wow, Renji," he murmurs, wrapping his hand around it. "You're even smaller than I thought."

The chat erupts in excitement, their messages filled with praise and demands.

"Suck it, Astolfo!"

"Show us how you handle that tiny dick!"

Astolfo doesn't need to be told twice. He leans down, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up my length. I gasp at the sensation, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. He smiles up at me, then wraps his lips around my small penis and starts to suck. 

The chat goes wild, their messages a blur of praise and encouragement.

"Oh my god, he's sucking it!" 

"Look at him go, taking that tiny dick like a champ!"

Astolfo's mouth feels incredible, his tongue swirling around my sensitive tip. I moan, my hands tangling in his hair as he continues to suck. After a moment, he pulls back, a string of saliva connecting his lips to my cock. He looks up at me, his eyes glazed with desire.

"Your turn," he says, his voice muffled around his erection.

I nod, my mouth watering at the sight of Astolfo's small, hard cock. He lifts his hips, allowing me to pull his pants and underwear down. His penis springs free, standing at attention. It's not much bigger than mine, and the chat loves it.

"Look at those tiny dicks!" 

"They're so cute together!"

I lean down, inhaling Astolfo's musky scent before wrapping my lips around his small length. He groans, his fingers tightening in my hair as I start to suck. I use my tongue to trace the veins on his underside, teasing him mercilessly. 

The chat encourages me, their messages a constant stream of praise and demands.

"Suck him harder, Renji!"

"Make him cum in your mouth!"

I obey, increasing the suction and bobbing my head faster.

Astolfo's small body tenses, his grip on my hair tightening as he nears his climax.

"Renji," he pants, his voice strained."I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum!"

The chat erupts in excitement, their messages flooding the screen with encouragement.

"Do it, Astolfo!"

"Fill his mouth with your tiny load!"

 I suck harder, my tongue flicking against his tip as I feel his pulse in my mouth. He lets out a high-pitched moan, his hips jerking forward as he starts to cum. I pull back slightly, allowing his small, pearly streams of semen to land on my tongue and cheeks. 

The chat loves it, their messages filled with praise and delight.

"Look at that, he's marking Renji!" 

"He's claiming him as his own!"

I continue to play with Astolfo's cum, spreading it around my mouth and cheeks with my fingers.

Astolfo watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against my cum-covered cheek.

"You look so pretty like this," he murmurs, his voice filled with satisfaction.

The chat agrees, their messages a constant stream of compliments and encouragement.

"He's right, Renji," 

"You're absolutely gorgeous covered in Astolfo's cum."

I blush at their words, feeling a strange sense of pride and contentment. Astolfo leans in, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up my cheek, tasting his own release. He pulls back, smiling at me mischievously.

"Now it's your turn," he says, his hand wrapping around my small, hard penis. He starts to stroke me, his grip firm and steady. 

The chat cheers him on, their messages filled with praise and anticipation.

"Make him cum, Astolfo!"

I moan, my hips bucking into Astolfo's hand as he continues to stroke me. He's surprisingly gentle, his small fingers wrapping around my length perfectly. The chat watches with bated breath, their messages a blur of encouragement and praise.

"That's it, Renji," 

"Let Astolfo make you feel good."

I lean into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed as I focus on the sensation. Astolfo's other hand reaches up, his fingers brushing against my lips, coated in his own cum.

He presses them inside my mouth, and I suck instinctively, the taste of him exploding on my tongue. It's enough to push me over the edge. I cry out, my small body convulsing as I start to cum. Astolfo's hand moves faster, milking me for every last drop.

The chat erupts in excitement, their messages filled with delight and satisfaction.

"Look at him go!"

I shudder, my small penis pulsing in Astolfo's grip as I cum harder than I ever have before. The chat cheers, their messages a blur of praise and encouragement. Astolfo's hand slows, gently milking the last drops from my sensitive tip. 

When I'm finally spent, he pulls his hand away, looking down at the small pool of semen on his palm.

He brings his hand to his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste my release. His eyes widen in surprise, then flutter closed in pleasure.

"Mmm," he murmurs, savoring the flavor. "You taste good, Renji."

Before I can react, Astolfo leans in, pressing his lips against mine in a deep, passionate kiss. I gasp, my eyes flying open as I realize he's sharing my cum with me.

I hesitate for a moment, then melt into the kiss, my tongue tangling with Astolfo's. I can taste myself on his lips, the salty-sweet flavor of my own semen mingling with the taste of him. It's intimate, almost overwhelming, and I find myself getting hard again despite my recent orgasm.

The chat goes wild, their messages flooding the screen with praise and encouragement.

"Kiss him deeper, Astolfo!"

"Share every last drop of Renji's cum!"

Astolfo obeys, his kiss becoming more intense and more demanding. He pulls me closer, his small body pressing against mine as he explores my mouth thoroughly. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight as we continue to kiss, our tongues dancing and twining in a sensual rhythm. 

The chat's praise fades into the background, their voices becoming white noise as Astolfo and I lose ourselves in the moment.

Astolfo eventually pulls away, his chest heaving and his eyes glazed with desire. He looks down at me, taking in the sight of my cum-covered face and chest. A mischievous grin spreads across his lips.

"Looks like someone made a mess," he murmurs, his fingers trailing through the semen on my skin. He brings his hand to his mouth, sucking my cum off his fingers with a satisfied hum. Then, without warning, he leans down and starts to lick me clean. His small, rough tongue drags across my cheeks, my chin, and my neck, cleaning up every last drop of my release.

The chat erupts in excitement, their messages filled with praise and encouragement.

"Clean him up, Astolfo!" 

"Make him shine!"

Astolfo takes his time, making sure to get every inch of me. When he's finally satisfied, he sits back on his heels and smiles up at me proudly.

"All clean," he announces, his voice filled with satisfaction.

The chat cheers, their messages a blur of praise and gratitude.

"Thank you, Astolfo!" 

"You did such a good job!"

Astolfo beams at the praise; his chest puffed out with pride. He turns to the camera, waving at the chat.

"Thanks for watching, everyone!" he says, his voice bright and cheerful."Don't forget to like and subscribe for more content!"

The chat responds with a flood of hearts and praise, their messages filled with excitement for the next show. Astolfo reaches out, taking my hand and squeezing it. He leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear.

"That was fun," he whispers."We should do it again sometime."

I nod, a blush creeping up my cheeks at the thought. Astolfo grins, then turns back to the camera.

"Goodnight, everyone!"