Toph-en Up(Sokka to Toph TG) (Patreon)

Toph was facing her greatest challenge yet, far more distressing than any power mad fighter or invading army. Even more insidious than a completely sandy terrain and the worst part was the lack of sympathy she got when she mentioned the daunting trial before her. It was a mountain she couldn’t conquer, a foe that appeared again and again no matter how hard she tried.

“I’m boooooored…”

Toph yawned, not just because of the hot spring she was in, but a general lack of direction in anything, not motivated by much of anything as she tried to imagine something that would be fun to try. It was kind of hard to beat revolutionizing metal bending back when she was a kid. Sure she had refined it even further and she had challengers aplenty, but it was like hundreds of pale imitations of herself trying to beat the current her with where she was a decade past. There had to be some new thing she could try or some fun possibility she hadn’t thought of, but she was more of a doer than a thinker. Katara was always going off about how she should be satisfied but it just annoyed her as she stomped her foot with a lazy splash of frustration.

Without even meaning to, that tap against the rock had given her a full map of the surrounding area, barely distorted through the warm lapping waters as Toph turned her head, smirking as she heard the sudden scampering and awkward mumbling of a familiar body shape.

“You know I don’t need eyes to feel you staring at me. Enjoying the gun show Sokka?”

She wasn’t nude or anything, but her cloth was pretty sheer, not that Toph was actually aware of just how transparent her skimpy wraps were. Even if she did know, she wouldn’t really care, always happy to flirt and find a nice hunk to straddle when she was in the mood. Though she guessed Sokka would do for now.

“Huh? Hey I’ll let you know I thought everyone was done and was politely waiting my turn like a gentleman! Besides I have Suki, you know that.”

Toph smirked, well aware of their history.

“And where is the circus act? You’re always on again off again right? Seems pretty off right now.”

It also didn’t hurt that she could sense his stiffy at full mast, her dorky past fling(long story, got boring fast) about to rip through his trousers as he was ogling her bod, tiny flecks appearing in her sensory map as if she could feel ore deposits in his… Oh?

“I mean if you want to join me I’m feeling pretty interested in returning to where I threw you Captain Boomerang.”

In maybe the fastest she’d ever sensed him moving he jumped out of his clothes and into the hot springs, Toph thinking back to some of that sciency stuff Katara had talked about when she was explaining her bloodbending and Toph’s own skills. It seemed like a waste to learn bloodbending and not use it, and the idea did always make her interested in the idea of controlling someone else.

Sure she’d shoved people into rock layers and puppeted them to make fun of them, but there was a finesse that had always tickled the back of her mind. That and like the impurities in metal that she honed down till she could even bend iron without a worry, didn’t blood have that stuff in it? Not that she had ever felt it before, but with Sokka’s throbbing cock pooling it all there Toph was getting a nice glimmer, the same way when she made the breakthrough to metalbending, smirking as she grabbed at the source and tried to make use of the awareness.

“Oh we’re getting right into it? Heh you always weERRGH?!”

His face twisted in confusion as Toph’s strokes turned into more of a grip, not really stroking as much as she was rolling it around between her calluses, trying to get a feel for what she was about to try before jabbing her fingers straight into the muscle above. With her pointer and middle dug into his soft muscle, it was easy to really feel each iron deposit, all sorts of bendable things inside his body as she wondered for a sec what to even do with this new knowledge, feeling her own body’s malleable elements as an idea finally got her attention.

“A- A little t-hiiiiiight~?!”

She pressed harder, sending two shockwaves of pressure right into his prostate, the waters turning murkier as her fingers slowly separated. She was treating hi body like she would any plate of rock, a harsh strike to fissure open the chunks she wanted to bend, blood pooling to either side as she imagined spreading open a too tight cliff face into a walkable alley, his hips like two magnetic poles of the same polarity as they clashed like two tectonic plates before cracking outwards. In one fluid motion, Sokka’s g spot was suddenly clamped down, bony ridges protruding from either end as he came harder than he ever had in his life, eyes fluttering upwards as he made some of the most embarrassing noises Toph had ever heard, which was a massive turn on for her.

“Hfff nnnngh h-holy crap Tahhph that f-felt, OOH OOH OOH~!”

He couldn’t see his broader hips from the murky water below, but he could still feel the way his anatomy was clamping down his pleasure center, his cock refusing to wilt as a second orgasm released, Toph pressing him against one of the rocky walls as she let his cock bubble against her core, more focused on his head as she clapped her hands around his cheeks roughly, feeling his skull ripple under the waveforms, focusing intently as each finger gripped his face and pulsated as she saw his head as if through an x-ray scanner, not wanting her breakthrough interrupted especially for the more sensitive bits as she made sure he was fully pinned.

Sokka couldn’t speak, not beyond incoherent gurgles and grunts as he felt Toph’s muscles cradle his tip, an odd sense of looseness puddling behind his stiff shaft as his groans sounded echoey and odd, like when Appa flew too fast or they were on some kind of vehicle humming at a high speed. He was crying but not from pain or any one reason, the ducts were simply being triggered as plates of skull began to shift, Toph careful not to shatter too much as his hardened bone wriggled like the disturbed silt of a pond, ripples overlapping from every finger as she sculpted it down. It was such a bizarre thing to undergo that Sokka literally couldn’t describe it, the intensity all he could really parse as it was like giant slugs were slowly pulsating inside his head, nausea and dizziness accompanying the subtle swiveling of his ears, eyes rolling to and fro and the sockets wetly squeezed.

The pain resolved into completely lost roars of pleasure as Toph’s pinkies both squeezed down on his temples, flattening them as the widened slant of his eyes had their optic nerves popped as thick tears coated his fluttering lashes. Then came her ring fingers dragging out the sides of his eyes, Sokka’s world becoming completely tactile as somewhat nauseating squeezes were always interrupted by raw ecstasy below. When his eyes felt like the right shape, Toph clenched the rest, not as concerned with delicacy as his nostrils popped tinier under her middle fingers, thumb and pointers chiseling his features to something a whole lot cuter and familiar.

All that excess stuff she was getting rid of had to go somewhere, which she solved the easiest way she could think of with a sudden chin strike as she focused it all into his scalp. From there it was just a simple scalp tear that pulled the strands out, Sokka like clay as she dragged out pointless scrap into a nice dark curtain, his moans out of place on such a cute face. Toph was loving the tactile feel of the shifts, though one small issue was how oily and rough his skin felt. It wasn’t the biggest deal, but if she was going to get all hands on with things she might as well make the whole process fun.

She remembered twinkle toes talking about chakra manipulation and all that aura crap, laying a palm as she felt around his core, making a claw with her fingers as she dug into his midsection and made an almost scooping motion as she imagined cliffs eroding, landslides, all sorts of erasing movements that made his whole body hum as with a downwards pull every inch of skin tightened and seemingly plunged into his cock.

A landslide seemed accurate to describe the muddy gush of cum that followed, Sokka filled with an overwhelming wave of physicality, as if invisible drawstrings had been pulled to tighten his body, every hair plunging inside along with his complexion as each pulse from his cock was colored by his fading skin tone, neither aware of this, Toph mostly focused on how much smoother and nice it was to rub, not that she didn’t enjoy a nice hunk, but she’d already explored and gotten bored of Sokka’s body a while back. But her own? That was one of the few things that never let her down, and as she urged another few orgasms out, Sokka’s newly paled skin responded back with even more tender bliss, his cock shivering as smoother, girly skin rubbed against Toph’s more rugged but similar texture.

“Mmmgh~ T-ahhhph what ahhre you doing? I haaaven’t fehhlt this good since the cahhctus juice incidehhhnt. It’s like I’m blinded by- Oh wait am I ahhctually- GNNGH~!”

“Stop thinking so much Sokka. You’re enjoying it aren’t ya? It’s some pressure point stuff I uh… learned from Ly- Ty… circus girl a few years back. Doesn’t it feel awesome?”

She let him rub his cock against her, squeezing his right hand in her grip, fingers slowly and sensually urging the bones to shift, bending the muscle, Sokka clearly about to cum again when she jabbed her thumb into his navel.

“And here’s a lil something to help you last longer snoozles.”

Making the executive decision that he was having a bit too much time to think and notice stuff, Toph felt through her fingertip the exact flow of all that masculinity he was leaking and what she considered was an apt metaphor for a water tribe guy, dammed it up, making some of his tubes shift and wriggle as his entire being twitched. Now he was just a horny moron desperately grinding against her, everything in his mind telling him to cum while Toph focused on his arm.

Compared to all the sensitive stuff in a skull, this was a breeze, the pain not even registering to him as she used her fingers like rollers to squeeze and shift away the masculinity, fingers lengthening, rings of displaced mass rolling past her hands as she quickly pressed up to his shoulder, a large lump of bulk bulging from his smooth skin, Sokka squealing as two separate bizarre blockages seemed to taunt and tease him as he was kept from cumming. She took a second to feel her work, his arm not quite as built as hers but it was the same proportions, the same internally and it hung limp as if something had been cut. Maybe something had, but she could fix that, Toph taking a moment to eye what to do, smirking as she scraped her calluses against Sokka’s right nipple before palming it.

“Alright you better brace yourself. This’d be way less fun if you passed out halfway through okay?”

She couldn’t tell if the muscular tensing was just from need or if he could hear her, but she wasn’t gonna stop either way, digging into the edges of his pec while firmly thrusting her palm against his nipple, urging it to rise and thicken as new life flooded into the burgeoning pleasure center. From there the shedding brown coloring stuck the pinkened nub to her palm as the pulled, making the muscle swirl and shred, slamming her other hand onto his shoulder as with one fluid motion his bulbous right shoulder crumbled to an eroded slope, all that mass landsliding into his pec as the dam burst.

“OHHHH~ OH AHHHNGH T-HAAAHPH WHA-AHHT’SH MMGYAAA~!”

Like a dormant volcano waking up his right tit erupted out, thick fat pooling under Toph’s guidance as there was a jerk from within, Sokka’s voice cracking as his overfilled pouch sank a little, finding some kind of internal fault line as his voice sounded a bit reedy. The only markers for reality were pleasure for Sokka, his cock and his newly jiggling front weight both red hot pokers in his psyche as if the pleasure was overflowing, even his skin singing as the scrape of rock and the lapping of hot water was already enough to drive him near the edge.

“I’m making you feel good. And I’m having fun too. Hear how much I’m enjoying it?”

Toph tried not to laugh as she flicked his other nipple, rolling it lazily as she sensed the lump in his throat and slowly had it erode. Toph rarely ever made the kinds of submissive squeals a lot of her partners did, so it was pretty hot hearing Sokka’s moans quiver and rise as she continued to split his apple, a copy of her own voice echoing as it sounded like a really wild masturbation session. Which in a way it kind of was, Sokka begging as he clearly needed more of whatever that bulging and cumming was, his cock partially plugging back any cracks in the dam as he was near delirious. It was like he was losing himself, Toph’s wild cries echoing back, Sokka thrusting his other arm hoping she’d do what she did before to him one more time.

Toph just barely held back from saying, “good girl,” continuing to roll a nipple as she worked her magic once again, siphoning up muscle, shrinking bones, stirring up muscle and bending it like a second tectonic plate crashing together. He was trembling, so desperate for release every muscle was tensed, not even squealing just harsh hungry gasps as Toph listened to his flesh slither under her grip, thinning up to the shoulder before another jab and pull sucked it all into a matching, heaving tit. Sokka was absolutely delirious, only kept standing by Toph lifting him by the feminine arm, his legs knocking together as a disastrous eruption further loosened his groin, Toph sensing the moment his balls jammed into a spreading crevice as the last of his seed squirted from his sinking cock.

“Damn I didn’t even do anything to it yet and you’re already almost a girl. Well here since your body wants it so bad, I need to do some excavating anyways.”

She wasn’t sure if Sokka could tell what was going on, but it wasn’t like that mattered too much, pinning him tits first against the flattest stretch of rock on the lip of the springs, letting him get a good experience of just how tender her tits were as she made a flat palm, using her body to keep his legs spread as she slowly brought her hand down.

When she was first learning to bend she sometimes made any fissure she found buzz and grind until it cracked, and now she was back to basics, Sokka’s shrieks reaching a whole new octave as her flat hand wriggled into the cleft. Really she was just getting around to where she started, her middle finger jabbing in as the flesh rippled, his balls puckering tighter and tighter as a thinning spray chaotically sputtered from his tip and around Toph’s fingers, another jab enough to crack open an entirely new entrance as a watery mixture poured out before Toph's fingers stuffed inside. Of all the alien sensations this had to be the most mind rending for Sokka, a feeling of something digging, his spread hips feeling like they were going to splinter apart any second and yet the penetration was more fulfilling than anything he had felt, eager moans accompanying Toph’s fingers forming a hook as one of his crumpled testicles rammed up into his ass, bloating the whole thing as Toph used a series of palm strikes to make his cheeks ripple and thicken.

SQUISH

It was like his own body was fucking itself, muscle sliding around his g spot and strangling till the whole thing burst, more shifting as Tophs’s fingers flipped inside, carving him open as his other ball was flicked to the other side. All the while Toph made sure to bend his tubes and muscle till her own slick folds were squeezing against her fingers, his forming walls bending to match Toph’s will as a hot bath of estrogen flooded inside. Tokka couldn’t take much more, everything delirious, Toph’s meaty fist grinding the flat of her palm against his bulging ass as he could feel her will molding him, his thighs struggling against her arm to get her out, only giving her more easy contact as inches of height was pulled in and out as two thick drumsticks rubbed together desperately as pressure built and built like a geyser. And then Toph pulled out.

It felt like everything was gushing out, Tokka cumming out his brains as the orgasms chained, his cock still present even as it was tugged by the twitching mess of muscles below, the best of both worlds relentlessly making itself felt. And amidst this mind melting feat of bending that no one else had managed, all Toph could do was sigh, not entirely happy with her progress.

“What the hell Sokka! You’re supposed to be a guy right? Why do I have more bulk than you! Ugh it’s like I’m sensing at a me that became a housewife or something. You’re like a flat desert! I thought this’d be like chiseling a cliff face, not building a sand castle!”

Tokka wasn’t much for conversation, still barely able to catch a breath before his diaphragm would squeeze and his slit would pulse, Toph sighing as she stuck her fingers back in, jamming her other hand right into his core as she grumbled a bit not getting it right on her first try. This was just another challenge her supergenius awesomeness would have to overcome as she sent seismic ripples across his squirming form, certain to turn these pitiful molehills into some proper jagged peaks.

Every inch of his body was thrumming like a jackhammer, his splayed form shaking the rocks around as Toph pressed her awareness to every scrap of mineral and metal floating about, determined to make the soft spongy fat condense. His core was the focal point, though everything was getting that concussive rattling from his cock to his brain to the warped ‘prostate’ being gradually shaped like a piece of pottery as it twisted and spread tendrils out through muscular gaps. Drool pooled from his lips, his water tribe heritage squirting out as his sides slid tighter and tighter, everything pulling into Toph’s rhythmic palm strikes as bones cracked.

It really wasn’t too far from her sandcastle analogy, Toph just speeding up the usual muscle building process as she made every fiber pop before slamming them back together, repeating this as years condensed down into slowly sifting valleys between rising pecs and thickening bulk, Topka’s arms bulking beyond what they had been as a man, still retaining their appeal as ribs and spine both creaked inwards under the burgeoning mold of muscle. The pleasure went beyond conception, like the moment of ecstasy stretched out into a state of constancy as muscle made his tits swell higher, his shoulders creaking as their soft slopes gained more rugged dimpling. Even his brain was feeling it, the pure power corrupting its way through his resistance, memories sparking as the cock between his legs felt more and more right when it slotted into his slit, bits of it shaking as it slowly compressed inwards.

Toph was actually delaying its inversion, her fingering keeping the whole shaft from popping inside, not enough room as the flexible muscle tightened and widened, pinching the edges of his mushroom tip, slowly prying it wider and pinker. Pounds were packing into all the right places, his thighs turning from pillowy to steel with a layer of cushioning, even his ass firming up as it smacked against the wet slab, the ripples joining his own vibrations as some other awareness seeped into his consciousness. Soon his soft core was rocking a set of abs that put his former self to shame, Toph working up a sweat from all the concentrating as she gave his full body the workout of a lifetime. It was fun seeing his sides caving in, plates of muscle hardening as she urged it all to bulge, Topka’s prostate finally popping after an especially sharp fingering made the organ ripple, tubes connecting as a seismic wave of Toph juice pounded into Topk’s head.

“AHHHHNGH AHHHN AHHH G-HEEEEHT AHHHHHHF~?!”

Toph knew she had done it when he grew strong enough to fight back, tossing her aside in a way she hadn’t felt for decades, Topk groaning as half his cock slid inside the gap left by her fingers. Memories of sex pounded the folds of his brain as he tried to get up, even their own night switching perspectives as it grew harder to think of anything but how good that first night felt, and how boring he was by the fifth time.

“Uhhngh Tahhhph what did you d-oooh~!”

At this point only three things were still his, his cock, his mind somewhat and in an oversight from Toph, his feet, though with all the Toph juices flowing around they were starting to catch up. Normally compared to most changes this should have been minor, but his brain had already been partially rewired, the lack of sight making other awarenesses spark and link together, a tingly bolt of control running down his arced spine as it rolled into the soles of his feet. Topk felt… weird, the world shrouded in nothingness and yet the twitching in his feet kept making things come into focus. There were a few more crunching noises as his soles curved, calluses and scarring toughening them up while his toes dug in hard enough to shatter rock, the world rippling out from there as he felt the vibrations in his feet and more importantly a full sense of… herself?

Her subconscious was already struggling, yet having a full bodied 3-d awareness of how she had changed was like a constant conditioning impulse, each step a constant reminder of who she looked like, what she was, her whole world filled with Toph. Her core tensed, another bit of cock wriggling in as she gasped, feeling the pleasure, feeling every nook of her body trembling as she tried to keep in control, n-needing to feel how awesome she was.

Another squeeze, muscles tugging her condensed cock tighter, the peeled back tip throbbing as she stumbled on her knees as if she was drunk, her whole body imprinting itself harder, the stray thought overwhelming as she remembered how much he wanted to be a bender. Isn’t this a wish come true? There was a splash as her body spasmed, Topk back in the springs, feeling the hot water on her cock, in her leaking crag, her tits flopping about as every muscle sang in her nearly finished form. She could feel the muscle groups sucking on her cock, pulling on her tip bit by bit, the entire thing pulsating like a worm yet it was doing an amazing job of filling her, Topk groaning as he could feel his thoughts simplifying by the pulse.

“Hey new me, could you stand on the rock? It’s hard to sense your shape if you’re not-”

The selfishness of the request broke her concentration, Topk staring back incredulously, just in time for another tug to send her entire cock inside. The original sighed as a series of splashes and groans further warped her sense of the area, having to settle for a purely audio experience as the final fixes settled. Topk didn’t know what to do, her hands clawing at her stomach as if she could stop her recessed cock’s drilling, groaning as the waters gurgled from her blissful releases. Just do it yourself already. The thought came and so did she, fingers twitching as if by instinct, a sense of pulling something great slotting into place as Topk became the second ever person to fleshbend, or was it still the first? Order barely mattered as she rammed a thick finger to follow, her blind eyes squeezing shut as she felt something pop below and above.

“I’ve got a better idea~”

The new Toph talked as if she hadn’t been a shrieking mess for the last minute, finally catching her breath, relaxing her muscles, feeling better than ever as she felt where her twin was.

“How about you come down here into the water and we can both have some fun. Seems I’ve got some water tribe in me still.”

“Crap there’s still some Sokka left? Here let me-”

“It was a joke dumbass. Did you really think he could beat us in a fair fight? Maybe you’re the old snoozles.”

“Shut up! You’re clearly the old water bender with all that squirting!”

“Oh yeah? Wanna see who ends up on top between the two of us?”

Both of them were smiling amidst the insults, the only person they could imagine giving them any trouble themselves, and it sounded like they wouldn’t be bored any time soon. And even if it did lose some of its zeal, there was always Aang and Katara to change. But that could come later, both the Tophs focused on cumming now as the only worry was if they’d accidentally break the hot spring by the time they finished.