Ms. August Pin Up 2022: Hentai Sentai: Fetish Force!

Trigger #093: Zoe-Don and the Fetish Force

Organization Class: A group of resistance fighters founded by Zoe-Don, an alien refugee from a sex-positive planet that was destroyed by the Galactic Oligarchy of Prudes. She recruits “twenty-something’s with attitude” as Pride Rangers and grants them kink based powers in order to fight the Prude threat.

Transformation Type: TG, Bondage, Impact Play.

Threat Level: Benevolent. Protects the planet from extraterrestrial threats to our sexual expression

Subjects: Randi Ishinomori (F), formerly known as Randy Ishinomori (M), 20.

From the private video diary of Randi Ishinomori, the Panther Ranger, the first Pride Ranger recruited by Zoe-Don.

*Tap tap*

Uh, is this thing on…?

Man, my voice sounds so weird like this…

Uh… *ahem*… okay… whew…

Hi! My name’s Randi! Ishinomori! I’m a student at Sala City University. And, uh, up until a month or so ago, I uh, used to be a guy, too.

Zoe-Don thought it would be good for my mental health to start recording these audio files after every mission. Something about “documentation and processing” or whatever.

Man, this must be confusing for anyone reading this, huh? Right, sorry, I should start from the beginning.

So… it’s a Saturday night, right? Other college kids are out drinking and partying and stuff. I… never really got invited to anything like that to be honest? Kinda tended to keep to myself, you know? Anyways, I’m a bit of an astro-nerd. I love astronomy, looking at the stars. I’ve got a sweet telescope set up on the roof of my dorm. So that’s where I was that night. The night everything changed.

I thought it was just a comet at first. But usually I’m on top of those, you know? NASA updates their website, and other astronomy forums would know usually WAY ahead of time if something like that was gonna pass us by.

But then it didn’t pass.

I watched it crash land into the old abandoned Deep Valley Quarry.

One thing was for sure, it wasn’t a comet, and it damn sure wasn’t a meteorite.

This was something else.

I got in my old beat up truck and headed for the quarry. I just HAD to know what I’d seen.

This thing carved a perfect tunnel deep into the limestone. It was still hot, too, almost burned my hand.

At the end of the tunnel, there was metal, but it wasn’t like any metal I’d ever seen. This metal had grooves and curves, and symbols that didn’t make any sense.

It wasn’t until it opened up that I realized it was a door.

I couldn’t tell you why I walked in. Something something “to boldly go”, I guess?

I walked inside, and she was waiting for me.

There was this big glass tube. And a woman’s face inside, polygonal, retro. Glowing.

You’d think she would be as surprised to see me as I was to see her. But I think she was expecting someone to come poking around eventually, and I just so happened to be it.

She said her name was Zoe-Don. She was a refugee from the planet Copula. Her planet had been obliterated by the Galactic Oligarchy of Prudes, a puritanical alien race dedicated to suppressing sexual expression across the universe.

There were pictures of what they did to planets who didn’t comply.

They weren’t pleasant pictures.

Zoe-Don said she needed my help. That I needed to recruit others like me willing to fight back to become Pride Rangers. I told her that I was just a nerdy college student. I might have taken a few karate classes, but I’d never even been in a real fight before.

That’s when she gave me the belt. She called it a Trans-Morpher. She said it would give me all of the power I’d need to fight the Prudes. All I had to do was hold it in front of me and shout “Panther.”

So, uh, I did that.

And holy SHIT was I not prepared for what came next.

It felt like a current of electricity was running through my body. It didn’t hurt, thankfully. In fact, it felt good. Really good.

It felt like every muscle in my body was being stimulated, vibrated, becoming stronger, but also… softer? And smaller? It felt like muscle mass and fat was being sucked out of the middle of my body and poured into the the top and bottom halves. My chest started puffing up and out, my nipples aching against my tee-shirt. Suddenly my shoulders narrowed, and my hips and thighs got wider, straining against my jeans. My ass almost tore my underwear in two, and it felt like something in my crotch split open and crawled back up inside me. Suddenly, Zoe-Don was a few inches taller, and there was a little less distance between me and the ground. My clothes started tenting around me at awkward, alien angles at that point, but that wouldn’t be a problem for long. This weird, pink latex-like suit was wrapping itself around me, but when it made contact with my skin, but it only highlighted how much things were… off. There were curves and planes in places that there shouldn’t have been, and a now VERY noticeable absence between my legs. The latex was skin tight. There was no ignoring what was… and WASN’T there anymore.

When the helmet closed around my face, I could feel it pulling on my cheeks and combing through my hair. Shaping it like clay. My eyes got bigger, my nose got smaller, my lips got puffier…

By the time I finished “Trans-Morphing” and took off my helmet, I was a completely different person!

I was a GIRL!

And worse still I was PINK!

I always figured I’d be the Red Ranger, or maybe Blue, but not PINK!

I stomped over to Zoe-Don to ask her “what gives?” I don’t know how I managed to walk in the heels, mind you. They didn’t even bring me close to my old height, so I don’t know what the point was other than making my ass look fatter.

Zoe-Don looked just as confused as I was. She said that the Trans-Morpher was designed to give every ranger their “ideal form.” But why was MY ideal form a girl? I mean… it’s not like I haven’t wondered what I would look like as a girl… once or twice… every day since I was like, ten… BUT WHAT GUY HASN’T, RIGHT?! WHAT GUY HASN’T WISHED HE WAS A GIRL?!

Moreover, what was with the kinky getup!? How the hell was I supposed to fight aliens in a ball gag and bondage gear? The whip I kinda understood, but what the hell is with these chakrams? Are they like, cock rings or something?

Chak-rings?

Cock-rams?

Whatever. So Zoe-Don sends me on my way to fight monsters and recruit more “twenty somethings with attitude”, whatever the hell that means. I fought some weird sex-themed monsters. (For a group called the Oligarchy of Prudes, their foot soldiers and sub-bosses sure have kinky get-ups) There was kung-fu, giant robots, explosions, and a LOT of wardrobe malfunctions.

Like, a LOT.

And you’d THINK that fighting an intergalactic war would be the hard part, right?

You’d HOPE so at least.

Haha, NOPE!

The hard part was that when I took the suit off, I was still a girl. Which meant I had to adjust to daily life as a girl now, too. Aside from the suit, I didn’t HAVE any girl clothes, so finding a bra in my size was an adventure and a half. And uh… period products… THAT was a rough few days…

So now the problem was how the hell was I gonna explain to all my classmates how I turned into a girl overnight without telling them I was a Pride Ranger! But, uh, it turns out that that kind of thing happens an awful lot in Sala City, guys turning into girls especially. In fact, the cheer-squad offered to help me out, even found some shady lady in a fedora to get my papers in order and stuff. I declined when they offered me to join their sorority, though. I’ve got enough on my hands trying to find some backup for the Fetish Force. Going on these solo missions is getting exhausting.

The other thing is that… well, I’m like, WEIRDLY popular now. People actually want to talk to me. I’m finally getting invited to parties and stuff! Sure, there’s some flirting… like, a LOT of flirting… But I dunno, after being a loner for so long, I kinda like the attention! Maybe now I’ll actually get a girlfriend! Or… maybe even a boyfriend? I’m still trying to figure that one out… At the very least, maybe I could finally start that astronomy club I always wanted! Maybe even use that as a front to get a team together, already…

So yeah, that’s my story. I’m hoping I can find someone else to join soon so I can-

What? A red alert?! NOW?! What the hell is it THIS time…?

… a DILDO MONSTER?! SERIOUSLY?! LIKE, JUST A GIANT, SILICONE PHALLUS JUST, SLITHERING AROUND DOWNTOWN?! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! UGHH!

Pink Ranger Randi, out.

*Click*

From the desk of

Mira Alcott

Head-Mistress of Transformations

(Special thanks to Texbot and ZeroForever for the suggestion, to my Test Readers, and to all of you for your support!)