Fate.bim (Fate hypno bimbofication fic) (Patreon)

Sorry for the delay on this one folks - It turned out to be unexpectedly long, and then once I had it finished there was a bunch of trouble getting it saved and uploadable (Mostly because, again, long)

So without further adieu, here's the story you guys voted for, of Bim.exe ending up in the Fate universe. Apologies if the ending seems abrupt, but I was really running out of space - and there's always room for sequels later~

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(Contains hypnosis and bimbofication)

The Rules:

1: On your first exposure to the virus, you will begin a seven day countdown.

2: At the end of that countdown, you will become a bimbo, permanently.

3: Each new exposure to the virus halves your remaining countdown.

4: Every second, minute, or hour spent exposed to the virus counts twice for reducing your countdown.

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Saber was bored. As a servant and a king she was supposed to be above such petty emotions, of course, but facts were facts. The holy grail war was a dud – the grail had been destroyed, and it turned out it was an evil servant eating machine anyway, so that was just great – but all of the servants who had been summoned had gotten stuck here anyway. Which was fine in its way – the blonde king was quite fond of Shirou and Rin – but there wasn’t much to do for an ancient hero in the modern world. Monster slaying was much less in need than it had once been, and no one in Japan was currently looking for a new British King.

Which meant she was currently between jobs, and had little to do with her time. Ordinarily she might have been spending time with Shirou, but he was out of town this weekend, pulled away by Taiga to some strange origami festival or… something. Honestly, Taiga had not been clear. And Rin was busy fussing around with magic – still trying to recreate Zelretch’s sorcery, no doubt. Saber had spent far too much time in a magus’s lab in her lifetime – she’d no desire to do so any further in her second.

And so she was bored. There was simply nothing to do. Even the food seemed less interesting without Shirou around to cook it. It was looking like it would be a very drab weekend.

Which was why she was poking around on the house’s new computer. Electronics weren’t really something she was all that interested in, but when there was little else to do she might as well. This was the age of the internet and media, after all. Granted, she spent most of her time around mages, and they made her look like a cavewoman – even Shirou wasn’t that modern - but still…

And that particular fact was why she was so surprised to see an email pop up from Rin of all people. Elegant genius the woman might have been, but when it came to technology she was almost bad enough to confuse a computer monitor with a toaster… Well, okay, that may have been exaggerating, but she still wasn’t the type to send an email normally. Was it something important?

Curious, the King of knights moved her cursor over and pulled it up. The title was intriguing. ‘OMG you gotta see this!’. Which didn’t exactly sound like Rin, but it was definitely from her account. Maybe she’d mistyped in her hurry to send whatever this email contained? If so, then it was all the more important that she open it quickly, right?

Saber may have been better with tech than her mage friends, but she was still a woman from another millennium. She wasn’t quite ready for scam emails just yet.

But that wasn’t a concern of hers. Instead, the instant her cursor clicked on the email, all of her confusion evaporated – because on the screen a twirling, twisting trap bloomed right before her emerald green eyes. A spiral, a pink swirl curling around black, spinning around and around, endlessly turning in front of her, black and pink light cutting through each other, cutting through her thoughts…

The blonde king stared, her body relaxing back into the chair as her shock passed. What a fascinating display… She wasn’t sure why Rin had sent it to her, but why did that matter? Her instincts would be warning her if it was an attack, and they remained complacently silent. Her magic resistance would protect her from any spells that might be used against her anyway. She really should just relax and enjoy the show.

A contented smile started to spread across her face, the spiralling light reflected in her eyes. And as she sank back to watch, she missed the odd pink spark that travelled down through the computer’s power cable and zapped every other electronic device in the household…

-

The sky was starting to grow dark when Saber came back to herself. She blinked, suddenly aware of her surprisingly dry eyes, and looked around, confused. How had so much time passed so quickly? She could have sworn she had only just sat down. She’d been watching… something… hadn’t she? The computer screen was off now, automatically powered down, but she’d been watching something… fun…

A wave of warmth washed over her as she tried to think back, and she found herself relaxing again. It probably hadn’t been important. And she had more important things to worry about. After all, she’d almost missed today’s training session in the dojo. Obviously, Shirou wasn’t here to instruct, but she still needed to keep her own skills sharp.

Her confusion settled as she forgot all about her mysterious loss of time and stood up, mind now on other things. She didn’t even notice as the motion pulled her hand out from under her skirt, her fingers still moist and sticky…

She was in the dojo a few minutes later, breathing deep to prepare herself and selecting her shinai for practice. She was feeling very energetic today for some reason, and she was looking forward to a good workout. A proper flow through the forms would be just what Merlin ordered.

Well, maybe not. If Merlin was the one ordering it, it could safely be ignored…

With a pleased nod she selected her weapon, and began to move over to the centre of the room, where she could begin her routine. As she did, the stereo system Shirou had installed through the room began to crackle to life – a recent addition to the training centre, but one that enhanced the workouts that they did there, so she’d seen no reason to refuse it. Indeed, she’d selected a nice, steady set of music pieces to give some ambiance to her routine today, melodies that reminded her of the songs minstrels used to strum back in Camelot…

Which was why she was so surprised when bubbly pop music began to play over the speakers instead. What? She looked around at the music player, her brow furrowing in confusion. That wasn’t right. Had she put in the wrong CD? How had she made such an error? This sounded nothing like her normal exercise music…

And yet…

It didn’t sound that bad, did it? Actually, it sounded quite… fun!

The quick, energetic rhythm washed over her, sliding in through her ears and scrubbing her objections right out of her brain. Why was she complaining? This was obviously an improvement. How lucky! This was just the sort of energetic boost her routine needed after that pleasant nap~

Smiling broadly, Saber forgot all about the strange behaviour of the music player, and skipped over to the centre of the dojo, shinai held out before her, ready to begin her exercise routine. First a few practice thrusts as the music began to play…

Work it pump it rah rah rah

You’re a sexy superstar!

Lift those legs and shake the ass

Be our perky giggly lass!

The blonde servant giggled, wiggling her hips as she struck another stance. Oh, this song had lyrics – and they were just as bubbly and catchy as the music itself! Well how nice~ Her head began to bob with the beat as she slid into another sword kata.

It’s so hard to think and stuff

More fun to work out in the buff!

Flex those arms give chest a jiggle

Who cares why just have a giggle!

The words squiggled their way into her head, and she paused in the middle of her work out. Work out in the buff? Like… naked? Huh, that was a fun idea! Her top was starting to feel really tight for some reason, so maybe… Yeah!

With another giggle, Saber dropped her shinai and started to strip, letting her dress and blouse fall in a heap on the floor – and soon after, her underwear. Why not, right? It wasn’t like she was expecting any guests. The dojo was totally private! She bounced back into her exercise routine – this time completely forgetting about her sword, and just following the instructions in the music. Kick, bounce, shake, jiggle…

You’re so hot and you’re so slutty

Can’t wait to fuck and suck you dummy

Guess what sexy, there you go

You’re a dumbass, slutty bimbo!

Giggle Yeah! By now the blonde was having the workout of her life, bouncing up and down, pumping her arms, lifting her legs. She’d never felt so energized before! Wow, if this was the kind of feeling she could get, why had she been, like, wasting her time with all those boring slow tunes? Bully pop was where it was at, yeah!

And so the music kept playing, and Saber kept going, her ‘workout’ slowly turning into more of a provocative dance than an exercise routine – not that she noticed. In fact, she didn’t notice quite a few things. She didn’t notice how much bounce her chest and ass seemed to be gaining as they started to swell – just a little, just enough to up her sizes. She didn’t notice how wet she was starting to get between her legs, or how turned on this dance was making her. And she didn’t notice how much more difficult it was becoming to think, how it felt like her head was being stuffed with more and more cotton…

Indeed, she didn’t notice anything but the music, until, at last, the CD reached its end, leaving her panting on her knees in the middle of the dojo, naked and sweating from her extended workout. That was where she came back to herself, breathing heavily, and filled with the most satisfying feeling she’d ever experienced.

Gingerly, she reached up to touch her flushed face, a hint of a grin still dancing on her lips. “My…” She murmured, her tone light. “Well that was… something. I must be in quite the state to lose myself so thoroughly… Perhaps I miss Shirou more than I thought…”

There was a small amount of unsteadiness to her limbs as she rose back up to her feet, but she pushed the feeling aside with her usual relentless determination and began to tidy up after herself. She was almost hesitant to put her clothes back on for some reason, but it really wouldn’t do for someone to see her walking around the house naked. It was odd, though – as she slipped her blouse back on it felt a lot tighter than she remembered, and she was forced to leave a few buttons undone to make it fit. Her skirt was a similar story, though it required less adjustment. How very peculiar.

The fact that her underwear had completely disappeared evaded her notice.

-

“Hello Saber, have you seen- Oh.” Servant Rider, otherwise known as Medusa the gorgon, was a rather serious woman (even if her combat clothes might make you think otherwise). She’d seen a lot during her lifetime, and even more in the time after, so she was more than able to ignore the insanity that often surrounded her, be if from mages or other servants, when it suited her. And while she wasn’t one who was given to casual chatter, once she started speaking it was rather difficult to throw her off.

But the sight of Saber drifting around with her blouse tied off under her chest and exposing her belly was easily enough to do just that. Rider blinked, unsure exactly what she was seeing. Had the diminutive blonde taken an interest in fashion or something? It certainly clashed with her normal style. And come to think of it, wasn’t her skirt a bit shorter than normal too?

“Oh, hey Rider! When’d you get here?” Even the servant’s attitude was off. There was a strangely vapid perk to her cheery greeting that was so utterly… not Saber. The King of knights was hardly the friendliest of women, and even her welcomes to other servants always held a degree of distrust and suspicion. She took her duties to her master seriously, even if the war was long over. And yet here there was no trace of that poor attitude. Saber even looked… dare she say it… happy to see her.

It was bizarre.

“Um. The front door was unlocked.” Well whatever. If Saber had gotten herself cursed then that was between her and Caster. None of her business. “Have you had a delivery? Sakura… accidentally put your address down instead of hers when she was ordering us some new e-book readers.” Oh Sakura. Rider loved the girl like a sister, but sometimes…

“Oh, sure!” Once again, that bright happy attitude as Saber nodded, and then zipped off down the hall, quickly returning with a cardboard delivery box. “You should, like, send all of your orders here, the delivery guy was pretty cute~”

There was a long moment as Rider stared at Saber in silence, before taking the offered box out of her hands. “Sure,” she said, before turning on her heel and walking out of the house without so much as a goodbye. Some things were just too much, you know?

“Later!” Saber waved after her, before giggling and wandering back into the house.

Outside, Rider slid the box under her arm and pulled her phone out as she started walking home. “Caster? It’s Rider. Please undo whatever curse you’ve put on Saber. I’m sure it’s fun, but when Shirou gets home he’s going to be upset, and that’s going to make Sakura upset, and when Sakura gets upset I start turning monasteries into statue exhibits, understand? … I don’t care if you didn’t do anything. She’s acting bright and perky and friendly – yes, exactly. Good. I’m glad we could sort this out.”

Tch. Mages.

-

Saber was in the mood to try something new. Or, well, something not boring, you know? She’d woken up this morning like, super horny, and nothing she could do was getting rid of all this heat! She wasn’t gunna just lay around all day getting off in bed – she wasn’t like one of those cheap whores Merlin was always so fond of… Although she was starting to get some of the appeal…

But no! Nuh uh. She wasn’t like that! She was Arturia Pendragon, King of knights, not just some silly floozy. She had better things to do with her time than playing with herself… Though if Shirou were home, then maybe… Giggle~

Still, she needed something to do to distract herself. The heat within was starting to make her sweat, and despite her willpower the urge to shove her hand beneath her skirt was growing awfully tempting. It would pass in time, she was sure, but for now she needed… She needed…

Ohh, what about that thing Ilya had left during her last visit? Where was it… Ah, there! Saber snatched the device up off of the side counter where it had been left to gather dust after the Einzbern heiress had tossed it aside. What was it again, some sort of… hand held video game machine thingy? The blonde had never paid these sorts of things much attention before – she - preferred her contests of skill to be physical rather than digital – but for some reason right now that felt, like, really silly. Plus she was boooooooorrrred! Maybe it’d be fun to try it out, yeah?

That was the ‘thought’ she had in mind, anyway, as she dropped her slightly fatter than usual ass down onto the sofa and tried to work out how to turn it on. Was it maybe this button here…?

Immediately the screen on the device’s face lit up, filling with a pink spiral that looked oddly familiar to the blonde servant. Huh, so what kind of game was… thiiiiissssss…

Saber’s grip on the game console relaxed, holding it steadily in her lap with the least amount of tension possible as a strange wave spread out over it from the screen, white plastic turning hot pink. The spiral before her eyes turned over and over, spinning around and around, pulling her mind straight back down into sweet and giggly depths.

What a fun game, she thought distantly as her mind grew simpler and simpler, as her breasts began to inflate and her ass began to plump. I could just play this… all… day…

… Giggle…

-

Rider closed the door to the Matou residence with a peaceful sigh, delivery box held close to her chest. It had been an easy trip back, and her thoughts of Saber’s strange new fashion choices had been entirely forgotten. Now she only had one thing on her mind – getting to read her newest books.

“Welcome home, Rider!” And of course, Sakura was waiting to greet her in the hall. The good natured girl was always there with a smile and a hug when her servant returned. “Did you get them?”

Chuckling fondly, the taller woman petted her Master on the head. “Yes, I did. Saber was a little strange about it, but it was easy enough.”

“Saber-san was strange about it?” Sakura blinked up at her. “That’s unlike her. I know she’s a little stuffy but she’s usually polite about it… Was something wrong?”

“Nothing important,” Rider said, gently extracting herself from the hug. “Just some nonsense between her and Caster. In any case, she handed these over without a fuss.” She offered the box.

“Ah!” And like that, Sakura’s concern was forgotten, banished as she seized up the box and ripped it open, pulling out its contents – two state of the art e-reader tablets – with glee. “They’re really here! Oh, um.” And then suddenly she was embarrassed. “Sorry Rider, I opened your present for you…”

Rider just smiled and tried not to melt. Her Master was just plain adorable. “It’s fine, Sakura. They’re a present for both of us.” And then she raised an eyebrow. “And they would have been here a lot faster if you’d ordered them to be delivered to our address instead of Shirou’s.”

The embarrassed flush on the purple haired girl’s face faded for a moment before returning at ten times the shade. “I forgot that senpai was away this month… He would have brought it over as soon as he got it…”

“And you would have invited him in for a meal since he was already here, yes, I know.” Rider’s amusement was just as obvious as Sakura’s embarrassment. The girl was quite the schemer when she had mind to be. It was an element that the Servant was proud to see her Master embrace more frequently.

“A-a-anyway! They’re here now. Shall we try them out?”

It wasn’t a subtle attempt to change the subject, but Rider was happy to let the girl off the hook – for now, anyway. “I’d be delighted. You don’t have any more chores?”

“Nope! The house is completely clean, and we have no guests or interruptions planned at all~” Sakura looked quite proud of herself – as well she should, since taking care of such a large property on her own was quite an undertaking, especially after the rest of her family had… vacated the premises after the grail war. “We’re free to spend our time as we like.”

“Wonderful.” Rider took one of the e-readers – a slim, black device with a shiny screen for a surface on one side. “Then I’ll retire to the lounge and see how modern technology holds up.”

She didn’t make it more than a step before Sakura’s hesitant “Ah…” stopped her.

“Sakura?”

The purple haired Master looked nervous, holding her own e-reader in her fidgeting hands. “Do you mind if I read with you…?”

See? Plain adorable. “Of course not,” Rider’s smile widened, clearly happy just to be asked. “That sounds like a lovely way to spend the afternoon.”

Sakura made a happy noise, and followed her Servant into the lounge, quickly taking a seat on the sofa beside her, the pair sitting comfortably against one another. A quiet day spent in one another’s company with a good book to read sounded like heaven to the two of them – that was one of the reasons why they made such a good Master Servant duo. Smiling at one another, they both activated their e-readers and-

“Huh?” Sakura blinked. “That’s strange. What’s… What’s all this pink stuff…?”

Rider was equally confused, her brow furrowing. “I don’t…”

Both screens had lit up with a bright pink spiral, twirling around upon a black background. As the pair watched, it seemed to speed up, twirling faster and faster…

And then suddenly they relaxed, both women’s shoulders slumping slightly, their eyes locked tightly onto the spinning screens.

“It’s… kinda nice…” Sakura mumbled, her head drifting down to lean against Rider’s shoulder as her eyes started to reflect the screen, a small smile quirking at the edge of her lips.

“Mmm…” Rider couldn’t quite find the energy to reply properly, her own head coming to rest atop of Sakura’s. She would have liked to answer her charge, certainly, but there was just something so… captivating about this display…

Master and servant settled, all eyes focused completely upon the pink spirals that had ensnared them. Slowly, empty smiles started to spread across both of their faces, and their breath became heated as the virus began to sink into them. Both of them would later agree that it was the best book they had ever read. Which was really quite fortunate, since it would be the last that they ever read as well.

Don’t you just love happy coincidences like that?

-

Caster was not a woman to be trifled with. She trifled with others. Trifle was not something that was done back to her. Magic from the age of the gods was a handy trifle repellent – and if that didn’t work, then a reputation as a woman who’d murder her own children if it would help her get back at someone tended to finish the job.

Caster was a stone cold killer, is what the narrative is trying to get across here.

Or at least, she was… when she wasn’t being the worlds number one house wife. Medea of Colchis was all too happy to put down the knife and leave the cauldron on boil if it meant a happy and loving home-life with her beloved. Getting a second chance at that kind of thing was rather meaningful to Servants who’s original legends had been tragedies. And she was absolutely determined not to waste it – not in the least because she really, truly loved the man who’d saved her life without a second thought.

Of course, if anyone were to threaten that peaceful happiness…

Which is why she was so annoyed to be called out to the Emiya residence like this. The nerve of that gorgon, accusing her of cursing Saber. If it was one of her curses then it would never be detected, thank you very much! At least not without her wanting it to be so. She was a good mage, thank you very much – not like the kind you got fumbling around this age. Why, back in her day…

… Well whatever. If Rider was going to make a fuss then she could look in and see if there even was a curse, before deciding what to do about it. Maybe the King of Knights was just in a good mood – it wasn’t like Medusa would be able to tell. And Caster had a figurine collection to get back to painting, so with any luck this wouldn’t take long…

Naturally, she didn’t bother with the front door. If Saber came dashing out to meet her with a blade when she landed in the front yard, that would be all the proof she needed that this had been a waste of time, and…

… Annnnd no Saber. Hm. Caster frowned. Normally the Servant of the sword would have been alerted to her intrusion by the property’s bounded field. Perhaps she was out? But, no, Caster could clearly sense a Servant within the house… Maybe there was something to this after all. How bothersome. She’d have to get just a little bit serious, then.

She drew her hood up and slipped inside, silently passing through the walls of the building and stalking for her target. She was no Assassin, obviously (that annoying miscreant was still bound to the Temple gate) but she could use stealth when she wanted to. In fact, with all the power she had at her disposal now, there was no way that Saber would know she was coming until it was far… too… late…

The magus paused as she stepped into the main lounge, her lips almost forming a pout. Saber was there, sat on the couch, oblivious to the world around her as she drooled and giggled over what appeared to be a pink games console. The fact that a powerful mage had just invaded her home and was now stood directly in front of her elicited absolutely no reaction at all.

Okay. Maybe she’d have to get a lot serious.

“Saber?” Caster’s dismissive irritation of the situation went out the window as she took the blonde Servant in. Saber was a graceful, dignified woman – her beauty and strength were reasons that the Servant of Spells had once coveted to possess her for herself. And yet… The woman sat before her didn’t look to possess any of those qualities. Her slender, lithe form was… well, it was gone. There was no way you could call tits like that slender, or an ass that round lithe. That chest was almost bigger than the woman’s head – where had the sharp cliff-side gone?! It even looked like the diminutive heroine might have grown a few inches, her body maturing at an accelerated rate – which was rather strange, for someone who was already supposed to be dead. Servants bodies weren’t supposed to change like this!

The differences were very apparent, and more than a little disorientating – and effect which got worse when Saber heard Medea’s voice and looked up, her green eyes vacant and dim. “Oh! Like, hi Caster! When did you get here?”

Saber’s smile was wide, friendly, and absolutely devoid of sense. It almost looked alien on her face. Was… Was she wearing lipstick, too? What was this?

Caster’s frown deepened, and she shook her head. Fine, yes, Rider had been right. There was definitely a curse in the works. With a snap of her fingers and a surprised yelp, Saber was hoisted into the air by a spell, her pink games console forcibly separated from her hands. “I just arrived. And just in time, it seems,” she said, carefully containing the obviously sinister console within a sealing orb spell. “Dear oh dear, Saber… What have you done to yourself?”

“Huh?” Saber blinked at her, slowly spinning end over end in the air. She didn’t seem to notice that this meant her skirt was flipping up, exposing her very wet, very bare nether lips for all to see. “What are you, like, talkin’ about? I’m totally the same as always!”

“Right…” Well, clearly she’d be no help. Typical sword fighters. All bold and loud until they got themselves caught in a magical trap, and then they needed the mage to come and clean everything up. Tch. Caster was half tempted to leave her like this – she couldn’t deny that her new form was rather pleasing to the eye, even if it wasn’t as cute as the old one. No, this Saber was more sexy than cute… But it wasn’t exactly a bad change. Besides, the old Saber had definitely needed to lighten up on occasion. Such a serious girl…

… But then people would start complaining, and that might intrude even further on her happy home life. No, she couldn’t allow that. Better to just get it sorted out now.

“I assume this is some prank that the Einzbern brat pulled on you,” she muttered, starting to examine her captured Servant in more detail. Ahhh, if only this had happened during the Grail War – then she could have played with this delightful toy as much as she desired. Such a shame. “I just have to work out how she did it and put you back to normal, which I’m sure you’ll complain about, but as annoying as you are you’ll be even worse if I leave you like this, I’m sure…”

She was mostly just muttering to herself, of course. Right now Saber didn’t look like she would understand her situation in the slightest. Talking with her would be about as useful as talking to a large dog. It might bark and whine but it wouldn’t have anything to contribute to the conversation at hand.

The mage sighed as she peered into the blonde Servant’s Spirit Origin. Not only did this curse look to be complicated, it also looked like it wasn’t finished. Really? What more could it possibly do? Caster was almost tempted to speed it up to see… but no, that would be wrong – and it’d make her job all the more difficult. Annoying. Still, she’d best get to work.

Without taking her eyes off of Saber – noting the way that the woman’s breasts seemed to be swelling right in front of her – Caster pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Rider to let her know she’d gotten started.

She didn’t catch the way her phone flashed pink as she slid it away and got started.

-

After a few hours of staring into the pink, Rider’s mouth was starting to feel rather dry. It didn’t bother her, of course, she was far too captivated by the wonderful read she was enjoying. But then her already lax fingers slipped a little, and the tablet she’d been staring at dropped out of her hands, landing face down on the floor. She blinked at it owlishly, dizzy brain struggling to boot back up.

Dry lips smacked. She needed a drink.

More by instinct than by intent, Rider rose to her feet, stumbling towards the kitchen. “Sakura, I’m getting a glass of water. Would you like one too?”

“Mmm…” Came the distant giggle from the sofa. Still feeling foggy, Rider took it as a yes. She ignored the heaviness in her chest, or the way her jeans strained as she walked. How long had she been sat there now? She wasn’t sure. It felt like seconds, or hours, or… days, maybe? It had just been such a captivating read…

She fumbled a little with the glasses, struggling to grab them from the cupboard without knocking them over. For some reason her sense of balance was totally off, and she kept brushing things over with her chest. Eventually, though, she got two glasses filled – albeit with enough of a struggle that she found herself walking back with a wet top – and she teetered back over to where she’d left Sakura… Only to pause, her brow wrinkling in confusion, as she stared at the scene before her.

Something was odd here, she knew. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Was it the vapid grin on her young Master’s face? No, surely that just meant she was happy. Was it the way that Sakura’s pink cardigan, usually so demurely soft, was straining so hard to keep her chest in that it looked like its buttons might pop off at any moment? No, Sakura was a growing girl, not yet blossomed into her full potential yet, Rider was sure. Perhaps, then, it was the way her beige skirt had been pulled up to her waist, and her hand was vigorously stroking beneath her exposed panties?

Hm. Yes that did seem a bit odd.

Rider gently placed her glasses of water down on the table before approaching her charge. “Uh… Sakura?” She asked, unsure of exactly what she should say. For some reason the words wouldn’t come to her – her thoughts were all sticky and slow. “What are you doing?”

Sakura didn’t stop – didn’t look up from the tablet she still stared at, even. The hand in her panties didn’t even slow. “Mmmm. I’m, like, reading~”

Right… Was that right? Rider’s head was swimming. “B-but, Sakura, you’re… Um…”

It wasn’t like the Servant to be so timid – to sound so uncertain. Sure, she could be flustered, but normally she was direct and to the point. The problem was, right now the point was buried in her Master’s panties, and she wasn’t sure how to address it. But maybe the solution was to be direct after all.

Rider sat back down and leaned in, reaching down, hoping to remove Sakura’s hand from her nethers before they continued speaking… But she hadn’t counted on the tablet. One glance down was all it took – her eyes immediately ensnared once more, her clouded concerns forgotten. Just as before, her mind surrendered and melted in a liquid flurry of pink, the spiral sucking her senses out of her, leaving just cotton candy pink sweetness behind.

Her reaching hand went limp, and gently drifted down into Sakura’s lap… before sliding deeper still, once more moving on instinct. Her fingers slid beneath Sakura’s hand, entwining with her Master’s wet and sticky own, before sliding inside of her and offering her relief from her urges. It felt so right, so natural… Soon, she was pumping away, a blank smile on her face, pink spirals in her eyes.

And as she felt her Master’s hand loosen the buckle on her own jeans, and slide the tight garment down her thickening thighs, searching for a prize similar to the one she herself had claimed, her smile spread wider still…

-

“Very peculiar,” Caster muttered, studying the infected games console – from a safe distance, of course, she was no amateur to cursing. Saber still wiggled in her magical grasp, but so far the corrupted Servant had shown no sign of being a threat. Indeed, right now the Servant of the spell doubted the blonde could tell one end of a sword from the other. “What an ugly waste of magical energy. Even if it has its uses.” Once again, her eyes flicked to the stupefied Saber. She was attractive like this, and Caster wasn’t one to ignore such a thing. Honestly, if it wouldn’t mean more trouble than it was worth, she’d absolutely keep the smaller blonde this way!

But since that would end badly for her, she’d just have to reverse it. Oh well. That just meant she had to take a bunch of pictures to remember all this by~ (Plus potential blackmail! Saber was a proud girl, her getting humiliated like this was going to be gold!) How lucky that she just so happened to have her deluxe digital camera here with her!

“Alright, Saber,” she said, dropping the diminutive blonde back down onto her feet and brandishing her camera. “Why don’t you strike a nice pose for me?”

“Oh! Sure!” Saber giggled and clapped her hands happily, her chest bouncing with the motion in their tied blouse bra. The sight struck up both a feeling of amused arousal and awkward jealousy inside Medea, who firmly ignored the whole lot. She just focused on steadying her camera as Saber struck a sexy pose, leaning forward with her tongue stuck out, the angle on her chest just right so see straight down her cleavage…

“Perfect!” She snapped the camera.

Unfortunately, she didn’t catch the way its status light turned pink, having spent a moment too long in too close proximity to the games console, despite Medea’s precautions…

“Ohhh!” Saber gasped a bright pink light flashed in her eyes, dazzling her as her tits swelled up another cup size and her skirt turned pink and tight, her hair dropping out of its bun completely as her hairstyle unravelled itself, leaving her with simple flowing bright blonde locks down to the base of her back.

“Oh!” Caster gasped as the image she had been taking turned into a bright pink spiral on the preview screen, the power of the virus hitting the mage straight between the eyes, and starting her on her countdown to bimbodom. She blinked dizzily, unsure what had just happened… before shaking her head to clear it, and noticing what had become of Saber. “What the…”

“Mmm, that felt, like, super nice~ Do it again!” The ditzified Servant giggled, preening and pushing her bust out. By now, the Servant of the sword could be no more than a few hours left on her countdown, if that. If Caster didn’t know this was her, if she hadn’t seen the change for herself, she honestly might not have recognised her. The grace and dignity that practically defined the King of knights was nowhere in evidence. She might as well be a completely different person. Her ticket on the bimbo train had been well and truly punched.

Suddenly, taking snapshots didn’t seem quite as important.

“Ah, no, perhaps I…” Medea licked her lips nervously. She wasn’t sure what had happened, but somehow Saber’s condition had gotten even worse the moment she’d taken her eyes off of her. Could it be some sort of perception based effect? “I’d best remove your curse now… And hope you don’t kill me, I suppose…” She hid her camera up her sleeve. Saber was doubtless about to be very angry.

And thusly prepared, Medea of Colchis raised her hands, chanting ancient spells and summoning fourth the mana she’d need. The lights flickered as powerful runes appeared in the air around her, her high-speed incantation quickly reaching its crescendo, the spell shooting forward and enveloping the busty blonde…

Only for absolutely nothing to change. The two Servants blinked at one another in silence for a moment. “Um…” Saber twirled a lock of her long and luscious blonde hair around her finger. “That was cool, but, like… huh?”

Caster, for her own part, was slack jawed and mortified. It hadn’t work? That had been one of her most powerful disenchantment spells! Knowing that Saber possessed an irritatingly high degree of magic resistance, she hadn’t wanted to chance on anything less. Yet still the curse remained, not even so much as fractured? Impossible! Her pride as a magus wouldn’t allow it!

“… I see this is going to be more difficult than I expected,” the woman muttered darkly. “You’ve really managed to screw yourself up this time, Saber. Very well, I shall use the ‘big guns’, as they like to say in this century.”

She reached under her robe and drew fourth a curved, bent dagger – one so fragile and so blunt that it could never hope to so much as pierce the skin without magical assistance. The dagger that embodied her legend, her Noble Phantasm itself – Rule Breaker. The power to unmake any magic, to break any curse or contract…

“I’m sure you’d never let me near you with this, were you in your right mind,” The blue haired woman speculated, waving the knife casually in the air as she stepped closer to the blonde. “But since you seem to lack even the barest trace of such an organ right now… Hold still, Saber.”

“Okie doakie!” The Servant of the sword had no problem doing just that, save for the jiggling in her chest as she settled from bouncing in place.

Caster smiled, and struck, sinking her blade deep into the valley of cleavage her opponent presented so proudly, and tapping the tip of the knife against the servant’s heart. “Rule Breaker!”

The world flickered.

The Servant of the spell blinked, and looked down at the valley of cleavage beneath her. No, not Saber’s – though the blonde’s own boobs were pressed tight up against her, forming a deep cleft and sandwiching Rule Breaker quite snugly. No, the part that confused her was the half of the valley that belonged exclusively to her, gigantic, even titanic titties that wiggled and jiggled just as firmly as the blonde’s. But that didn’t make sense – her bre- her b- her boobs weren’t that big… were they?

Dimly, she lifted her dagger and stared at it, turning it over as her brow wrinkled in confusion, her elfen-like pointed ear tips wavering slightly. Had something happened? Her thoughts seemed so sluggish all of a sudden – like her well-ordered mind had been gummed up by a tidalwave of honey. And yet, she wasn’t so far gone that she couldn’t put a few pieces together (although they were sticky and slow, and kept slipping away from her if she didn’t concentrate). It couldn’t be that… It couldn’t be that Rule Breaker had failed to break Saber’s curse, and so defaulted to its other purpose, and instead shared the curse with her, like it could steal a Servant’s command seals? No, that…

“Oh!” But Caster’s thoughts, slow and sticky as they were, were all too easily interrupted by the squeal of a cute busty blonde. “Like, Caster, you got super hot all of a sudden!” And if that hadn’t been enough of a distracting, the hands suddenly grabbing her inflated ass and squeezing certainly was!

“Ohhhh!” The Servant moaned, her eyes fluttering as pleasure spiked through her brain and shoved all of her sticky concerns aside. “I- Mmmmph! Mmp- Mmmmm~”

Whatever she’d been planning to say was lost as Saber’s lips sealed over her own, the blonde’s tongue swirling around her own as the two sank to the floor, bubbly bimbo hormones storming through their busted up bodies and driving all concerns out of their heads. Rule Breaker dropped to the floor, forgotten as its owner wrapped her arms around the smaller swordswoman and drew her close, the blade receiving an absent, accidental kick across the floor and under the sofa.

Their clothes would soon follow it.

-

Sakura was gently woken from her comfortable nap by the sensual stroke of a tongue in her cunt. The feeling drew a pleased giggle from her chest, and an eager wiggle from her hips, encouraging further, deeper exploration…

… But as the sleepy, sticky gears of her mind began to turn with the dawn of wakefulness, something struck her as wrong about the whole situation. This wasn’t usually how she spent her mornings… was it? Hmm… Her memory was pretty hazy, probably because she was still half asleep. She’d been having nice dreams, too, though she couldn’t remember them either. Something about big and bouncy and… pink…?

She was lying on her front, she noticed, and her bed was terribly uneven. Her tummy was laying across a pair of soft, bouncy bumps, while her brea- her br- her boobies (giggle~) were pressing up against something firm and flat. It wasn’t uncomfortable, no, not at all, but it was a little unfamiliar. Not to mention that her pillow felt awfully wet…

A few more licks, and a few more pleased giggly wiggles, and her eyes were finally ready to crack open. Her lids fluttered as they rose, clearing the sleep out of them, and Sakura saw a long, healthy pair of legs stretching away along the floor, with her head safely nestled in between them. She rose up a bit, though not too far, her back arching as she made sure to keep her nethers firmly rooted to that wonderful tongue, and looked around. A small patch of purple thatch resting above her drenched choice for a pillow clued her in at last. Oh my, had she fallen asleep while 69ing Rider? That would explain the wonderful taste in her mouth!

“Nice~” She giggled quietly, licking her lips again. She didn’t really remember how she and her Servant had gotten started doing this, but she saw absolutely no reason to stop. “Rider?”

A giggly moan was the only response she got, and she chanced a look back to see how her partner was doing. She couldn’t see very clearly, what with not wanting to move her hips any further than she already had, but there was a faint pink glow coming from were her Servant’s face was – it looked like she was checking her phone? But if so, she certainly hadn’t stopped showing Sakura the affection she desired – her tongue never ceased to lick, not even for a moment.

And Sakura didn’t want to leave that favour unpaid! Smiling, she lowered herself back down, shoving her face back between Rider’s legs. The Servant had inhuman stamina on her side, explaining why she was still going even after her Master had fallen into slumber, but Sakura was happy to show how much energy she’d recovered from her rest!

Lap away she did, soon drawing a pleased moan and a gush of demi-divine juices as her tongue lapped and stroked, her lips kissing with love and lust combined. In fact it wasn’t long at all before those gorgeous legs her Servant possessed parted, allowing her to dive deeper, to lap further…

… And to also expose the glowing pink tablet that had been hidden behind them, the pink spiral still ready and waiting to snare the unwary’s attention. Sakura had no chance, her eyes once again rooting fast to the spiral, the cogs of her mind freezing and locking in place completely, never to truly turn again. The machinery in her brain was turned into useless scrap, little more than a monument to the cunning woman she had once been, left to gather dust. And as if to announce the change, a shift swept through her hair, the hair that had once been as dark as the Tohsaka’s, and after had carried the purple taint of the Matou, began to lighten – blonde spreading down through every lock from the root down to the tip.

Not that Sakura noticed, of course. She was oblivious to everything save the spiral – and the cunt on her tongue, as she continued to mindlessly lick…

-

Caster came up for air with a gasp, sweat dripping down her hairswept brow as she rested her back against the feet of the lounge sofa, not quite trusting her legs to stand yet. That… That had been… intense. And scary. And wonderful. Saber had become an unstoppable sexual dynamo – her barest touch seemed to grant pleasure that Medea had never dreamed was possible… And there had been many… many touches. In such delightful places…

The Servant of the spell shook her head, trying to restore a semblance of sanity to her thinking. This was wrong – very, very wrong! She’d just had sex with Saber, that wasn’t – okay, that had been something she’d wanted to do for like, a super long time, but still! This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! It was a curse, a curse!

Right… Right, there had been a curse, hadn’t there? She’d forgotten for a bit, when her blonde haired companion had shown her that trick with her three fingers and- Oh! Ohhhh, no, don’t think about it, it was making her start to drip all over again and she’d only just now managed to stop her last bout of sexcapades!

In fact, it hadn’t even been her who’d put a stop to it, had it? She hadn’t had the strength to resist the pleasure her… ‘enhanced’ body had been flooding her with. No, she’d been wrapped around Saber’s little finger – quite literally a few times nodon’tthinkaboutthat – and she couldn’t have escaped even if she’d wanted to. Honestly, the only reason she was free now was because Saber had gotten up for a snack.

Apparently even when she was cursed you could count on her appetite.

But that meant she could be back at any moment, and Caster wasn’t sure she’d be able to resist the offer of another session with her when she did. Which meant she needed to leave now, or who knew what might happen. If she could get back to her home, the temple, the centre of her power, then she could study what had happened to her and work out why her cure hadn’t worked. Yeah. That made sense. She just had to work out how to get home first, she couldn’t take the bus looking like this…

… Oh! Duh. A teleportation spell! Gawd, what was with her head today? Obviously, she could just use magic. Teleportation spells were easy for a magus of her calibre. She just had to…

… Just had to…

Her brow creased. How… How did that spell go again? It was weird, every time she tried to remember the words or gestures, her train of thought seemed to dissolve into cotton candy pink fluff, and she was seized by the urge to giggle. Clearly she was still pretty worn out from all the sex. But it was okay, she just had to concentrate. The spell went like…

… Giggle…

Uh…

“Hey~”

“Gah!” Caster jumped – not quite managing to rise from the floor, as she noticed that Saber had returned. Honestly, it was reasonable to be shocked – the Saber of this morning was far, far harder to miss than the Saber of a week ago. Her tits alone seemed like they had their own gravitational pull – they certainly attracted the witch’s eyes without fail. “When- when did you get back?”

“Just now?” Saber shrugged, sipping on a carton of drink from the fridge. Even though she was holding it in her hand, it balanced on her chest perfectly. “I dunno, was I gone long?”

Not long enough, the frayed Caster thought to herself with only a little difficulty. “No,” she said instead. “I was just, y’know, kinda surprised.”

Had she always sounded so scatterbrained?

“Cool.” Saber shrugged again. The drink nearly tipped. “So, like… Wanna fool around s’more?”

Oh god yes! – Caster struggled not to shout. No. No. Come on. Be strong. You’re a servant, a magus from the age of the gods! “I, um… I think I need, like, a break, y’know? Get my energy back n’ stuff.”

“Kay.” Saber nodded in understanding – once again nearly jiggling her drink onto the floor. She stepped over and sank down onto the couch, her legs spread apart without the barest hint of shame. “Figures that, like, a Caster’s got no stamina~” She giggled.

Caster twitched. Of course that was what the meathead melee Servant thought. Well, she’d soon show her. Hmph! Yeah, once she remembered how to teleport and fixed herself back home, maybe she’d just leave Saber like this out of spite! It’d serve her right for getting her into this mess! See how that stamina helped her when she was a brainless big boobed sex machine for life!

Maybe she could even be Caster’s sex machine, and she could keep her in the temple for special nights when Souichirou was busy…

“I’mma watch some TV then,” Saber said, fumbling around to pick up the remote. It was tricky with her mostly bimbofied body, her boobs getting in the way far more than she was used to, but she didn’t really notice.

“Sure, whatever,” Caster wasn’t paying attention, far more occupied with her rather graphic dreams of vengeance. Which is why she didn’t even really notice when the TV snapped on to reveal a very familiar pink spiral, and she just stopped thinking – her happy daydream dissolving into a haze of pink and sex. One hand slid down to pump her fingers into her nethers, while the other rose to massage her swelling tits. Unnoticed, her hair grew longer, the pale blue shade lightening so much it looked more like platinum blonde. She was coming along nicely – but this was only her second exposure, despite the progress she’d stolen from Saber. The virus wasn’t quite done with her yet.

For Saber, however, this was her fifth and final infection. Even Caster’s Rule Breaker hadn’t been able to reverse the progress on her countdown, and now, as she sat there, brainlessly watching the same pink spiral that had entranced her four times before, the count finally reached zero.

There wasn’t much left to do. Her body was already on the cusp of bimbo perfection – the last changes were more about dotting the I’s and crossing the t’s rather than anything drastic. Her skin cleared up, perfectly smooth and unblemished, her scars and callouses from her days as a swordswoman erased like they’d never been. Her hormones spiked, the base desire of lust never to leave her racing heart ever again. Her boobs bounced up another cup size – this time actually spilling her carton of drink, not that she noticed – and her ass rounded out into perfect heart shaped fuckable splendour. And as for her mind…

… Everything that had ever been Saber, that had ever been Arturia Pendragon, King of knights, wise ruler and brave leader, was gathered up in one huge torrent of lust. All of her thoughts, all of her memories, all of her skills and experiences and wisdom, everything that wasn’t to do with sex, fucking, or getting railed like a train track, all of it, her very intelligence itself…

… Was washed out of her head, down, down, all the way down, until it reached her dripping cunt, and-

“Hauah!”

- squirted out of her as so much juice, the last remains of the proud king of knights splattering on the floor beside Caster’s limp body as Saber came, her eyes finally, firmly turning completely pink – and her descent into bimbodom became completely permanent.

And she giggled, brainlessly laughing as her own stupidity now truly set in.

Then she blinked, and pouted. Why wasn’t she fucking, like, right now? She wanted to fuck! TV was boring, the only thing that was on was this stupid spiral show – a show which no longer interested her now that the virus was done bimbofying her. How could she get fucked right now…? Oh, if only Shirou was here…!

The thought made her drip, and she started rubbing between her legs – but then her eyes slowly drifted over to the platinum blonde woman masturbating on the floor at her feet. Maybe Caster wanted to fuck after all?

Oh! Well if that was what she wanted, then maybe she could use that thing that Rinni had brought over the last time Shirou was away~ Yeah, that’d be fun!

Giggling, she skipped away into one of the bedrooms, leaving Caster to mindlessly stare into the pink abyss…

Until the formerly blue haired Servant found herself being hoisted up and bent over on the couch. Huh? What had she been- Wait, no, what was happening?! What was she-Oh!

Something firm, hard, and vibrating slid into her snatch, and all of her other concerns vanished in a pink haze, buzzing through her body in the most delightful way she could have imagined, lengthening her legs, boosting her butt, and bouncing her big ol’ boobies even bigger than before. She couldn’t help but squeal in delight, bucking hard against the rod that had penetrated her, and whimpering as it retreated.

Disappointed, she looked back over her shoulder – only to see the pink eyed Saber smiling happily, and a pink glowing strap-on firmly lodged between her legs. “Y’like it? It’s, like, a super fun gift that me an’ Rinni use sometimes! It feels, like, super great, right?”

It… it did, Caster couldn’t help but nod, even as some part of her psyche screamed at her to stop. To not allow this. That this act, this device, was corrupting her somehow. That she had to get away, she had to stop this act before she ended up the exact same way as Saber!

But… She couldn’t quite bring herself to want to do that… And before she could, the pink rod was thrust inside her again, vibrating away against her most precious prize – the world once again turning pink. Caster moaned, her legs spreading wider as she arched her back, unable to help herself wanting more as she drowned in the pleasure of her fourth infection, her breasts growing, her ass swelling, her entire body morphing into some sexualised bimbo parody of herself.

This time when the rod withdrew, the screaming voice was quieter. More distant. Harder to hear over her thudding heartbeat and thunderous desire for more. But part of her rallied. Part of her, the magus part, the firm, powerful anti-heroine of iron will, it gathered itself and tried to resist. Tried to get through to her old self, before it was too late. She was about to be defeated, turned into a humiliatingly stupid sexy slut! She couldn’t let that happen! She had to stop it! She had to!

Desperately, she reached for an attack spell. A simple fireball that she could cast even in this sorry state. Sure, Saber was practically immune to magic like that, but it would still throw her back – and then she could run, then she could get away and fix this somehow! She just had to summon the power. Yes, yes, like that! She could feel it respond to her call, could feel the mana swimming around her fingertips. Now she just had to speak the word. She opened her mouth to yell, and…!

Something hard and firm rubbed along the lips of her slit – stroking along her sensitive skin, its touch promising pleasure beyond paradise…

… Her concentration slipped, just for a moment….

- And the vibrator rammed home, slamming into her so hard it crushed all thoughts of resistance completely out of her body. With a high-pitched cry she came, the final changes sweeping through her, her bust and butt reaching their full potential as her eyes turned pink, and the last remnants of Medea of Colchis dripped out onto the floor – where they mingled and merged with the final forgotten remnants of Arturia Pendragon. Two heroes, no more.

Of course, neither of the two bimbos on the couch cared about that. There were far more interesting things to do – namely, each other! And that was just what they proceeded to do, the pair of former Servants, former enemies even, taking turns to hammer one another’s brains out (not that that took much effort anymore), soon descending into a happy, eager orgy of two, filled with as much kissing, sucking, fingering and fucking as two super-human bimbos could manage (which was quite a lot).

And this would have continued without cease for the rest of the day, the rest of the week, perhaps even the rest of the month, had the doorbell not rang.

“Is Shirou here? We want his cock!” Was the greeting waiting for Saber when she finally managed to make her way to the door – without bothering to put a scrap of clothing on, it should be noted – an eager to resume Caster following with a bounce in her wake.

Fortunately, the two at the door were the last people who were going to mind about a little nudity. Indeed, Sakura and Rider, far from their normally conservative and demure outfits, looked practically naked themselves. Sakura’s skirt had shrunk so much that her panties did more work covering her body, something that was clearly obvious from the first glance, while she had forgone her normal shirt and had instead just worn her pink cardigan – a garment that was buckling at the seams in the futile attempt to hold the now-blonde heir of Matou’s assets in. Meanwhile, Rider’s hair was still purple, and she was still wearing her normal black sweater… But only her black sweater. It dangled down to just below her waist despite how tight it clearly was in the chest department, taunting everyone who looked with the idea that she was wearing nothing underneath. Which, of course, she was.

Both of them sported eyes as pink as Saber and Caster’s.

“Ohhhh, cock…” Saber liked the sound of that. She licked her thickened lips, twirling a lock of hair around her finger as she tried to think. Alas, it was a failed endeavour from the start. “Nah, I dunno where he is… Oh!” Then her eyes lit up. “But Rinni might!”

“Ohhh~” Rider and Sakura looked pleased with this idea. “Yeah! Oh wow, I like, totally should have thought of that…”

“It’s cool.” Saber shrugged, and looked about for some clothes. Even a bimbo like her knew you couldn’t go out naked. “We’ll go check together. And if she, like, doesn’t know, we can totally fuck her instead! She’s a great fuck~”

“Ohhhh~ Yeah!” There were no objections to this idea in the bimbo crowd. Even if their really should have been from at least one of them. It was amazing how having nothing but sex on the brain could make so many other details seem completely unimportant…

-

Rin Tohsaka was having a bad week. Her experiment with the Kaleidoscope – her attempt to tap into other universes for magical energy – hadn’t worked. No, worse than that, it had gone very, very wrong, and somehow it had fried every electronic device in her entire neighbourhood. Which wasn’t so bad for her, being something of a luddite herself, but it was still an embarrassment and a mark against her pride as a magus. She’d spent hours going over the calculations again and again, but she couldn’t work out where she’d gone wrong. It should have worked, something should have come through!

But at this point she was about ready to throw in the towel. Maybe if she put this project down for a bit, let her mind relax, she’d come up with some kind of genius idea that would fix everything. Until then, she was wasting her time.

Ugh, how had it all gone so wrong…?

That was the grumpy state she was in when she heard the knock at her door. Oh great. Probably more neighbours coming to check on her. She’d have to smile and fake her way through another encounter with well meaning civilians who were worried about her in the blackout. Great. Sometimes being a magus was such a pain.

Still, she fixed a polite smile on her face and opened the door, mask well in place. No one would ever be able to tell she wasn’t just some polite honours student school idol type. “Hello there, what can I do for- What the fuck?”

Her greeting cut short as she stared at the crowd gathered on her doorstep. They were completely unfamiliar, and yet… At the back, she thought she recognised Rider, the woman now filling out a sweater better than ever before. And in front of her, could that be Caster, dressed in a denim jacket buckled up over her bare boobs, coupled with a white mini-skirt? The pointed ears were a give away. But that meant that at the front, the girl in the tied off bouse was… Saber? And then… And then the girl next to her in the cardigan was… was… She was…

“Hey sis!” Sakura said brightly, her pink eyes lustfully roaming over Rin’s body. “Wanna fuck?”

… And as Rin considered, very seriously, fainting from shock, she had one very worrying thought run through her head.

She couldn’t help but feel that this was her fault somehow…