

After a bizarre transformation leaves him with the terrifying power and presence of Makima, a young man must shield his little sister Eri from his own monstrous new reality—including the stinking, decades-unwashed black stockings fused to his changed body.
Kai stood before the bathroom mirror, the scent of his own stockings—thick, black, fused to his skin—filling the small room. It was the smell of old leather, cold sweat, and a deep, musky power that made his new, swollen cock twitch against the silk of Makima's suit pants. Behind him, Eri peeked around the doorframe, her nose wrinkling not in disgust, but in confused curiosity. The odor was wrong, it was him but not him, and it clung to her cotton nightgown, a claim she didn't understand.
Morning light found them tangled, Eri’s small face buried in the crook of his thigh where the scent was strongest. The deep, unwashed musk had seeped into the sheets, into her hair, a permanent claim. He stirred, not with human grogginess, but with a slow, predatory awareness, his swollen cock already hard against her cheek. Guiding her head down, he let her feel the heat, the weight, the damp silk—her first conscious breath of the day would be him.