American Patriotising
Jeremy was someone who had never left America. Hell, he had never left his home state. It was the only place he had actually known, the only place he had really existed in. Despite having no context for what the rest of the world was actually like, he hated America. Not for any real reason, but simply because it was trendy in the circles he ran in online. Then, came the day that changed everything for him.
Jeremy’s 25th birthday just so happened to be on the 4th July 2026. Meaning that he shared his birthday with the country that he had spent his whole life with. Not only that, but as he made it to the halfway mark of his twenties, America made it to a quarter of a millennium. As he sat in his room, brooding about having to share his birthday with the country he claimed to hate, he felt a presence suddenly appear. It was huge; beyond his comprehension in terms of size, and it seemed to be focusing entirely on him.
After a few seconds of the presence making itself known to Jeremy, he got a vision. A beautiful busty woman in a field, clan in a bikini, holding a shotgun in one hand and a flag in the other. Her voice was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard, and she spoke in the thickest southern belle accent he had ever come across.
“Heya Jeremy!” She greeted him as if they were old friends “We share a birthday on this beautiful day, but I think we should share far, far more. I need to be more present in the world, and I think you should help me! I promise you’ll love it!” She proclaimed gleefully
Jeremy didn’t get time to respond to her. That was the last thing that he heard before the presence crashed into him, pouring into him at an overwhelming pace. He could feel himself growing taller, he could feel his chest swelling. He could feel his cock shrinking. She was right, it did feel amazing, but most of all, he felt his mind shift and change. He no longer hated America, he now loved it more than anything. His interest in the rest of the world faded as he became obsessed with America.
It felt like hours, but in truth, it was less than a second before Jeremy had been completely overwritten by the spirit of America. She look around his room, standing ten feet tall, realising that there wasn’t anything left of Jeremy.
“Whoopsie, I guess I underestimate the presence of one person. As a whole country, I guess I take up more real estate in presence than poor Jeremy.” She said as she flicked her hair and strutted out of the room to enjoy her birthday.
Through whatever magic that had allowed her to do her thing, America was instantly recognised by anyone who saw her. Obviously, she was invited to join any festivities she came across, but there was a small handful of people who shared Jeremy’s thoughts on America.
They tried to topple her over by grabbing at her legs, but America simply smiled. She knew that once they touched her, she would be able to flood them with newfound patriotism and love for their country. Much like her own transformation when taking over Jeremy, it only took a second to make the sweaty America hating men into supermodel level beauties who loved their country.
Of course, all of them knew that there were plenty of misguided individuals who still hated these wonderful United States of America, so, they headed out. The smaller women were less powerful than America herself, but they could still sense any anti-America sentiment from miles away, though the kind of touching that they would need to engage in in order to convince otehrs was more...intimate…
Still, they were more than happy to let some America hating men play with their tits until for a while if it meant making more beautiful patriots, and that’s exactly what they did, transforming hundreds of men who hated their beautiful country into beautiful women who would sing its praises (and the national anthem, of course), constantly.
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