Saber and the bim-booth (Fate Bimbofication) (Patreon)

And here's story two! 

This one I did at the request of an artist who was interested in doing a collaboration, but I've no idea if that'll ever actually happen (life tends to make these kinds  of things more complicated than they should be). Either way, it's been way, way too long since I did anything with my favorite Fate character, so enjoy a bit of good ol' bimbofication goodness!

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(Contains bimbofication)

Artoria Pendragon, known locally in Fuyuki  as Saber, was in a quandary. Life in the modern day could be a hard thing to adjust to for an ancient hero of legend. Her skillset was… poorly suited for the modern job market. There weren’t any nations currently looking for a new monarch, the age of heroes had long passed so there were no monsters left to be slain, and honestly she really didn’t have any interest in joining any of the world’s militaries. So that left her in a bit of a dead end, career wise.

Which was an issue, because it wasn’t cheap to live in modern day society – especially when your tastes ran as expensive as a former king’s (and especially when said former king was finally learning what it was like to eat something other than mashed potatoes). Saber needed a job, quite desperately, in order to keep things afloat. She refused to rely too heavily on her friends – Rin and Shirou were kind, but they had their own lives to lead, and she felt a responsibility to maintain her own independence in the aftermath of the failed Grail War.

But that was easier said than done. Working in IT had been a reach (and went as well as one could hope for an ancient king raised by a wizard and who’s only points of contact in modern society were mages), but even that hadn’t been as disastrous as her attempts to work in retail. Apparently customers of this age didn’t like being spoken to in the same way she had spoken to petitioners when she sat on the throne. Quite a few had run away in tears. She hadn’t even been that blunt…

So, yes, she was running out of options, and growing just a touch desperate. Which is really the only reason she ever considered… that offer. A job offer from someone she normally wouldn’t trust with the life of her worst enemy…

“Oh, come now Saber, there’s no need to be like that,” Caster had smiled at her with that sickeningly sinister grin of hers, the shadows of her hood darker than ever before. “I know we’ve had our differences in the past, but the grail war is over now. It’s time to let bygones be bygones! And since we’re all friends now, it’s only natural I help you out with your employment problem, hm?”

The blonde knight’s glare would have levelled a fortress back in the day. “We are not friends, Caster. We may no longer be at war, but I still recall your treachery and twisted magics all too clearly. The further we stay apart, the better.”

Of course, Caster was a powerful witch in her own right, and was easily powerful enough to brush off the king’s anger with a simple laugh. “Is that so? Such a shame. Well, be that as it may, if you ever change your mind, the modelling agency I’ve set up will always be hiring. A cute little thing like you could make a lot of money… Maybe with a few enhancements…”

“You’re quickly going from impertinent to insulting,” Saber had growled, and honestly considered just throwing the witch out of the house there and then. “And if anything I’ve heard is true, your ‘modelling agency’ is about far more than just simple modelling!”

But she wasn’t quick enough to prevent Caster from standing to leave on her own. “Oh-hohoho!” She laughed a hand to her cheek. “No need to get so testy, dear, I’m only teasing. But I can tell you’re not in the mood for my games. Tell you what – I shall leave the paperwork here…” She set a small sheaf of papers down on the table between them. “And I’ll let you think it over. If you ever change your mind, just fill all this in and bring it to me, along with a nice photo for your ID. In fact I’d be quite happy to snap a few pictures for you if you like – along with a few for my personal collection…”

“Out!” The blonde had thundered, and Caster had slipped away, smirking to herself all the while. And that had been the end of it.

… For a while, anyway. But slowly, with passing job after job, that pile of papers left gathering dust on the kitchen counter was starting to look attractive. As much as the idea of taking a job as a model offended the king of knight’s sensibilities, it did sound relatively easy, and she was quickly running out of other ways to get money. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?

Like hell she was trusting Caster though. The witch of betrayal had done more than enough to warrant some suspicion, no matter how generous she was pretending to be. Saber examined the contracts she’d been left with carefully for any trace of trickery or magical subterfuge – but all seemed to be on the level. The servant of the sword found herself almost disappointed; if she’d found some trickery here she would have had an excuse to discard this entire idea. As it was though, it seemed she might really have to give modelling a go… Those rumours probably were just rumours after all...

That didn’t mean she’d let the witch snap her picture though – at least, not without safeguards. She knew the witch all too well – if she ever let her guard down around her, she was just asking to be cursed or enchanted in some fashion. No, she’d be spending as little time around the other servant as possible, even if she was working with her.

So in the spirit of that, the very least she could do was get a photo herself. And that shouldn’t be too hard – the only issue was that neither Rin nor Shirou were likely to possess a camera. That was mages for you. Well, in Shirou’s case it was more that he tended not to buy things he didn’t need, but still. She’d have to find another way of getting an appropriate picture. That suited her just fine; she hadn’t wanted to involve them anyway.

And of course she herself didn’t have a camera – or any funds to spare on purchasing one of sufficient quality. Fortunately, this was Fuyuki – there were photobooths everywhere. Usually they were put to a more frivolous use, but taking a picture for an ID would be easy enough with one.

Except… Strangely enough, here was where Saber started having problems. Somehow, for some reason, it seemed that every photobooth in Fuyuki was out of order. Every single one that she tried was either closed for repairs or completely shut down. It was bewildering – and more than a touch frustrating. How could there be no working photo booths in an entire city?

The king wasn’t one to give up easily – indeed, she was actually known for being something of a sore loser, determinedly retrying any contest that she lost until she eventually won no matter how many tries it took. And that was what was happening here; every defunct photobooth she found just made her more determined to find one that would work. The simple errand had become a challenge, no, a quest that she would resolutely fulfil.

You didn’t become the Once and Future King of England by knowing when to let things go.

Which was a shame. Because if she’d stepped back from the problem a bit, she probably would have found it a little suspicious when she finally discovered a working photobooth in an out of the way back alley while she was stalking across town. That wasn’t really the kind of place a photobooth would get much use, after all. But unfortunately…

“Finally!” Saber was oblivious to the strangeness, more taken with relief at finding her prey at long last. It had been a long day, and she was all too happy to be done with the hunt. “A few pictures and I can finally put this miserable trip behind me.” Honestly, she’d been at this so long she’d half forgotten the reason why she needed the photos in the first place.

As she drew nearer to the booth, more details came into view. It looked rather normal for a photobooth, albeit a pink one, though there were some odd things about it. Like the name on the side, which read ‘Bim-Pics’, which wasn’t a brand name she recognised. Or the purple glittery curtain that Saber had to pull aside, and the close behind her as she stepped inside, and was far too fancy for an ordinary booth to use. Still, who was she to judge? Modern technology was just weird like that, right?

The blonde knight took a deep breath, trying to ignore the oddly strong scent of sweet perfume inside the booth, and shoved some coins into the waiting slot, enough for a handful of pictures. Then she took a seat, trying to do some last-minute straightening up of her appearance. Standard stuff, smoothing down her white blouse and blue skirt, adjusting her neck ribbon so it looked even, making sure her braid was still properly bound, and her hair lying flat… Just a quick touch up, aided by a digital reflection provided on the booth screen while it counted down to the first snapshot, big pink numbers flashing up before her eyes.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Say Bimbo!

Saber blinked. “Bimb-?”

FLASH

“Oh!” Bright pink light hit the blonde right between the eyes with far more force than she was expecting, and the king of knights found herself momentarily dazed and dazzled – and therefore slow to respond when the countdown she had been watching was suddenly replaced by a swirling pink spiral. In fact, by the time she had recovered her wits, she found they were already starting to slip away from her again – drawn down into the pink swirling depths.

Her green eyes widened slightly, taking on a pink tinge as she found herself unable to look away, lips still caught in a small o of surprise. Indeed, with her guard down, the servant found herself utterly on the back foot, completely unable to resist the lulling urge of the spiral as it swept into her mind and began to suck her thoughts right out of her head. She tried to struggle, of course, ever a woman of iron will, but the fight was over before it began, and before she knew it even the idea of fighting this trance was plucked from her head. Her mind began to slow, her thoughts becoming heavy and sluggish, hard to form and harder to keep. Her eyes turned a deeper shade of pink.

That wasn’t the only physical change, either. No, for while she was distracted trying to fight the spiral’s growing influence over her mind, her body was left utterly defenceless – helpless as a pink aura began to surround her, caressing her skin and stroking her curves. Wherever it touched, Saber felt a rush of heat, and then the strangest sensation of her flesh being gently, pleasantly reshaped. Her behind swelled, rocking the stool beneath her and stretching the seam of her dress, while her chest, once so flat her disguise as a male king had never been doubted, inflated so quickly that the idea of ever being mistaken for a man was instantly rendered a joke – her ordinarily loose blouse stretching taut in seconds, buttons straining to hold her in.

FLASH

Then the second flash hit, and those buttons were sent bouncing around the booth, Saber’s top ripping clean open as her now mountainous memories jiggled out into the open air, while her ass continued to round and plump. A pleased sigh echoed through the small curtained room as the pink aura’s caress of the blonde’s body intensified, the pleasure growing stronger and stronger…

It was more than what the king of knight’s already half-hypnotized mind could handle. At once she found her mental defences crumbling almost of their own accord, overwhelmed and overcome before she could marshal the full strength of her will to bear. She couldn’t help it, the attack was just too swift, and too overpowering. With a moan and a shudder of delight, she gave in, a smile spreading over her face as her eyes turned solid pink, swirling spirals blossoming in them to mirror the one that had captivated her. She was entranced.

FLASH

But the bimbo booth wasn’t done with her yet! No, even as the pink aura slid around her hips and slid between her legs, drawing a delighted squeak from the hypnotized heroine, the spiral was still hard at work. Its spin began to speed up, its colours growing brighter, boring straight into the maiden’s mind as her eyes spun quicker to match and increasing the feeling of suction inside her skull. Facts and figures began to drain out of her brain, sucked away as though someone had stuck a vacuum cleaner in her ear. First it took the superfluous fluff, the unimportant minutiae, things like troop movements from a thousand years ago, or what colour shoes her neighbour wore. Then it began to drain away bigger things – like the names of her knights, or the face of Guinevere, or her directions for how to get home. And then finally it stole even the most core parts of Artoria’s mind, the things that made her a king and a knight. Concepts like honour, how to fight with a blade, or just even basic mathematics, they all leaked out of her ears and vanished forever more.

The former king’s blank, hypnotized smile slowly widened into a dumb grin, drool already starting to leak down her chin to drip into the valley of her cleavage. Cleavage that even now was being groped and squeezed by that faint pink aura as the magic of the booth got to work on what remained of the servant’s clothes, reshaping and reforming the fabrics into a more suitable attire for the woman they now contained. Her long blue skirt shrank almost as drastically as her ass had grown, swiftly being converted into a tight pink miniskirt. Her blouse changed less severely, becoming a much looser white top that was tied off just beneath her titanic tits, just barely keeping them contained beneath an almost transparent layer of fabric. Her hair slipped out of its braid entirely, switching to a pair of girlish pigtails instead, tied with cute pink ribbons.

FLASH

And by then, the booth’s work was almost done. Only a few things remained – makeup appearing on Saber’s face with expert precision, including a thick coating of pink lipstick and long, fluttering eyelashes. Heart shaped earrings appeared in her ears, dangling gently just below her lobes. And to complete the image, the aura gave its victim one last hard smack on the ass as it left, shocking the former knight out of her trance just in time for the last picture.

FLASH

And there it was. Where a paragon of virtue, a knight of infamous strength and valour had once say, now perched a simple, stupid bimbo, who stared at her reflection in delight before bursting into a fit of mindless giggling. “Like, omg! I look so super hot!”

“Indeed you do, Saber~” Came a mysterious voice, and before the dunceified dolt in the booth could react she was swept out through the curtain by an arm wrapped around her waist, and brought face to face with an incredibly smug looking Caster. “You’ve come out wonderfully.”

Saber blinked at the woman for a moment, before putting a finger to her lips. “Huh. Like, do I know you?”

“Why of course you do Dear,” the hooded woman smirked. “I’m your boss after all.”

“Oh! Really? Cool!” Alas, as she was now, Saber was simply too stupid to have a problem with that. She accepted the statement without a hint of complaint.

“There’s a good girl,” Caster chuckled, patting the blonde’s head. “How did you enjoy my bimbo booth?”

“Mmm…” The bimbo giggled, wiggling in her boss’s embrace. “It was like, super fun…” She smiled at the memory, and then blinked. “Wait, that was yours?

“Oh yes.” The dark servant nodded. “I knew you’d be far too stubborn to let me take your picture – in fact, I was counting on it. There was no way I’d ever get the chance to enchant you while you were working for me, you’d always be on your guard in my presence. But with a little nudging, and some sabotage to make sure you had no other options, and you strolled straight into my bimbo booth without a second thought! And how delightfully you turned out~”

It was a well-earned brag. Unfortunately, as far as Saber was concerned, it might as well have gone in one ear and straight out the other. The pink eyed blonde just stared at her with pink glazed eyes, one hand absently twirling a lock of hair around a finger. “Like… Huh?”

Caster just laughed. “Don’t worry about it dear,” she said, sliding a hand down her new bimbo’s body to firmly grab her by the ass. “Instead, how about I take you home, and give you a through orientation for your new job, hm?”

Wrong choice of words. Saber’s forehead scrunched up in confusion as she tried to puzzle the request out. “Um, what’s a ori- orbienshion…?”

Her answer was another smack on the behind. “It means I’m going to fuck your brains our, Saber~” Caster giggled. “Well, what’s left of them, anyway.”

“Ohhhh!” The blonde practically melted into the other woman’s arms, smiling with delight. “Like, why didn’t you say so?”

“My mistake. Shall we?” With a hand on the bimbo’s wide rear to steer her, Caster began to guide her new pet out of the alleyway, and towards her new life. But before she did, she made sure to grab one last thing from the bimbo booth – the prize that Saber had traded her brains for, not that she knew that (or much of anything) anymore.

It was a small slip of paper, a line of five passport sized photos, all lined up vertically on top of one another - and from top to bottom, they told a story. In the first picture sat Saber, the proud king of knights, just as she’d been when she’d first entered the booth. The second was different though – it showed Saber again, but this time she looked dazed, her lips curled in surprise, a slight glaze to her eyes and a tightness in her chest. In the third, that tightness had turned into a full on rip through her shirt, her now giant breasts stuck out proudly and firmly – though the blonde in the picture didn’t look like she’d noticed, her now pink eyes completely glazed and filled with spirals. By the fourth you could tell the woman was done – she was dumb and drooling, not a trace of intelligence left in her eyes, and not a hint of shame in her now thoroughly whorish outfit. And once you got to picture five, the final image in the set, all you were left with was a pretty little dim bimbo whore – which was exactly what she was.

The legendary king of knights, the wielder of Excalibur and the saviour of Britain was gone – replaced, completely and utterly, with a stupid slut about to sell herself into a lifetime of sucking, fucking, and whoring, if only because she was too dumb to know any better. And she was going to love every second~

After all, she’d never have to look for a new job ever again!