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Hey folks!

How's May going for everyone out there? I've got to say, despite me worrying last week, writing wise it's treating me pretty well! Hopefully everyone will enjoy reading these fics as much as I enjoyed writing them. Had some interesting requests this time around, so it was fun to see where they led (some were rather extreme).

I can't think of anything to add up here, so I'll cut straight to the writing. As always, good luck out there everyone!

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Request: This is the final shot. Nanoha, Fate and the Wolkenritter have been turned into bimbos and the evil cult is moments away from turning the whole universe into bimbos with a Lost Logia. Only Hayate can save the day but she has to take down all the villains non-lethally or she might trigger the bimbocalypse early. Luckily she’s been given full clearance to use whatever means necessary to save the day and she’s got plenty of spells she’s been dying to use.

It was over. The fat lady had sung. Their last desperate effort had failed, and the flame of hope had been extinguished. The mood at the headquarters of the TSAB command could not have been bleaker. Commands rested at their desks, heads in their hands. Secretaries wept quietly, hiding themselves away in stationary cupboards so no one would see their tears. Officers argued amongst themselves, but no one had a plan. There was no way out.

The reason for that was obvious. On every screen in the building, their failure played out in real time. The enemy had defeated their brightest hope, and now the results were being paraded right in front of their eyes.

“So, like…Yeah! If you don’t surrender in the next, um, three… four… five! Five minutes, they say they’re gunna, like…” The buxom brunette trailed off into brainless giggling as she buried her face in her equally buxom blonde friend’s chest.

“They’ll totally activate the bimbo bomb!” Said blonde continued for her, her hands roaming and groping the brunette’s body without pause. “And then everyone’ll be all dumb and horny just like us! Isn’t that great?”

By the delighted look on her face, she really did believe what she was saying would be a good thing. It was a far cry from the serious expression that Enforcer Fate T Harlaown had worn when she’d led the mission to neutralise the universal terrorists not thirty minutes ago. A mission that had obviously failed, judging by the condition of her and her partner, Nanoha Takamichi.

The two aces, two of the strongest agents of the TSAB, were now nothing more than busty, big booty carrying airheads. And they weren’t alone, as the camera made all too clear when it panned to the right.

“Master says… Ohh! Y-yeah, fuck! Ah, M-master says that their- their lost logia is powerful enough to, like, bimbofy the entire universe!” A busty, brainless looking Shamal recited obediently, her quite frankly massivebreasts resting on an equally large ass – who said ass belonged to was something of a mystery, but since Signum was otherwise nowhere to be seen on camera, she seemed to be the likeliest candidate. “So don’t do anything silly, kay? Oooh, yeah, keep lickin’!”

And the camera kept panning, coming to the final sight of an incredibly curvy dark skinned dog girl who was, at that moment of filming, desperately trying to jack her proud and true futa cock off with her equally proud and firm tits. Someone nudged her with their foot. “Hah… Um… Oh yeah! So, like don’t try anythin’ funny!” She giggled at the thought. “’Cus, like, even if you try another attack, the bimbo bomb is primed to go off the moment anyone here dies or loses… Uh…” She squinted, trying to read something held off screen. “Loses con-shus-nus… So there! Don’t be dummies like us – just give up!”

Zafira gave the camera a bright smile before going back to pumping her cock – and then the footage was replaced by the logo of the Inheritors of Al-Hazard.

“It’s hopeless.” General Vasar - a middle-aged man with military cropped brown hair - couldn’t deny their defeat any longer. The TSAB had failed – and given the consequences of refusal, not just for them, but for the entire universe… Their surrender was forced. This was the end of an era of galactic peace… But he wouldn’t allow it to be the end of the era of intelligence as well. “Prepare the call. I’ll signal our complete and total acceptance of their demands in two-“

“Hold on, General!” His assistant, Agent Kalona, was normally too formal to interrupt him like this, but today was a special occasion. She looked up from her terminal at her desk. “We’re receiving another call – it’s Ace level.”

“Ace? But our aces are all…” He thought back to the striking image of Nanoha and Fate, oblivious bimbos lost in their own lusts. Though, wait – there was one more Ace left, wasn’t there? She was supposed to be on an assignment to deep space, but she had been due to return soon, hadn’t she? “… Get her up on screen. It won’t change anything, but I owe her a direct apology none the less.”

“That won’t be necessary, General!” The face of Hayate Yagami, the third Ace, best friend of Nanoha and Fate, and one of the most powerful mages alive today, flashed up on screen. “I heard everything. If you’ll allow me, I’d like to resolve the situation.”

The General blinked. “Resolve it? How do you mean?”

She smiled sweetly. “Why, I mean neutralising all of the terrorists, rescuing the hostages, and safely disabling the lost logia, of course.”

“You’ll forgive me, Commander Yagami,” the General said, frowning. “But I had a team in my office not an hour ago promising the exact same thing. You saw the results yourself. And now with the safeguards the terrorists have employed, it would be impossible to intercede. There’s no way you can do what you’re promising.”

“But there is, General.” The brunette looked at him seriously. “Authorise me to use my full spell list, including all the restricted magics from the Tome of the Night Sky.”

He froze. “Is that book truly so powerful…?”

She nodded. “It contains many spells I could use to disable the enemy without making them lose consciousness. With my full power available, I can handle the situation without difficulty.” Her eyes pleased with him. “Sir, I know it’s a lot to ask, but with so much on the line… Please, give me the authorisation. I swear I’ll see it through.”

So much on the line… If he made the wrong call here, the universe as they knew it was over. But to hand over everything to these terrorists… No. No, he couldn’t do that either. Not if there was another choice.

“Very well.” He pulled out a tablet and punched in a command. “Authorisation granted. Don’t let me down, Commander.”

“Count on it, Sir!” She saluted – and then the video call shut off. The General slumped in his chair, weight of far more than the world on his shoulders. He hoped he hadn’t just made a terrible mistake…

…

The Tome of the Night Sky had been known as the Book of Darkness for many, many, many years, and for very good reason. During its time in the hands of evil mages, it had absorbed countless spells, filled its pages with thousands upon thousands of words dedicated to the arts of the blackest magics in existence. Spells to annihilate cities, spells to curse rivals to an eternity of pain, spells to slay and sicken and score the masses in so many different ways that it was impossible to count them all.

But far, far more of that tome’s pages had been dedicated to much more perverse magical arts. Spells of carnality and pleasure that the universe didn’t dare dream. So many of its former owners had been horny, perverted weirdos… And Hayate Yagami in no way counted herself as an exception.

So now? Now she, and her tome, had been unleashed upon an unsuspecting building full of vile victims she could do whatever she liked to – so long as she didn’t kill them or make them lose consciousness. The perfect testing ground for a whole bunch of spells she’d been dying to try out, but never had the tight targets/permission before.

This was going to be fun~

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Melissa Gardner was an efficient person. It was a trait that she liked to think had served her well, and elevated her to the upper ranks of the Inheritors. And it was the reason why she had been entrusted with the important duty of keeping watch over the front entrance to the building where they had launched their scheme to take control of the universe. One didn’t get to a place like this without a reliable, efficient nature, she believed.

Which was why when she thought she saw a shadow at the front door, a flicker of the light through the glass against the backdrop of the storm outside, she immediately investigated. She didn’t call it in, obviously – any signal she gave now might well result in a planet of the bimbos ending, and while she was willing to risk that fate, she didn’t want to personally cause it. But if there was a problem, she was confident she could either handle it, or her failure would result in the bomb going off anyway.

Thus, she walked up to the front door cautious, but confident. Her green eyes scanned the darkness beyond with sharp cunning, noting every detail she saw past the water-run glass. And then, with a flick of her crimson hair, she snorted and dismissed it all. There was nothing out there. All was well.

She turned around – and as lightning flashed outside, she saw the smiling face of Hayate Yagami right in front of her.

Before she could even yelp, the Ace mage had shushed her, placing a glowing finger against her lips. A moment later, and Melissa found her lips swelling up, sealing her mouth shut as they fattened up to the size of hotdog buns. “Mhmph?!”

The brunette giggled. “You really should have let the other girls win,” she said, twirling that same glowing finger in the air before shooting twin bolts of light into the terrorist’s chest. “I’m much, much meaner than they are~”

The redhead didn’t have time to wonder what she meant. The instant Hayate’s magic shot into her, she felt a sudden surge of heat in her chest – or rather, she felt two surges, one within each breast. Startled, and still unable to speak, she looked down, only to see her chest starting to swell. Before her eyes, her clothing bulged outwards, her jacket buttons popping off completely and her T-shirt tearing itself apart beneath as her breasts grew and grew…

Then, to her wide-eyed horror, they began to rise, lifting up from her chest as if they weighed less than nothing, anchored down only by the weight of her body alone. And soon enough even that wasn’t enough, as they grew larger, grew lighter, and she found herself with her feet lifting off the floor.

She tried to scream, tried to call for help, but no sound could escape her gigantic lips, and she could do naught but flail as she was carried upwards with increasing speed by her floating boobs…

Until she finally bumped into the ceiling, her tits flattening against the solid surface, and then all she wanted to do was moan. Pleasure blasted through her brain in ways she’d never imagined, every nerve in her chest made thousands of times more sensitive, driving all thought of anything that wasn’t squeezing her tits from her brain very efficiently…

And below her, a casual Hayate whistled as she strolled merrily into the terrorist base.

…

Tessa Ravendale was not very efficient. Honestly, she got in because she was a relative of someone close to the boss. Which was why she was paying minimal attention to the Inheritor’s plans right now, and maximum attention to the vending machine in the middle of her patrol route. “Hm. Do I want a Strawberry Paradise, or a Chocolate Delight…?” She muttered to herself.

“How about an unending orgasm?” Suggested the brown haired stranger passing behind her.

“Oh, I’ve never tried one of-Oh! Ooh! OOOOHHH-” Recording her words – or screams, as they quickly became – got pointless rather quickly, as it all got rather samey. Juices poured down from between her legs, soaking their way through her jeans instantly, and flowed like a waterfall with no sign of stopping even as she slumped to the floor, blissful smile frozen on her face.

…

“Hey, who’s that?”

“Stop right there!”

The two yells came from opposite ends of the corridor as Hayate passed through a four way junction – two female guards charging at her from either side. She just chuckled and snapped her fingers.

“Wha-?!” The guard on the left yelped, suddenly finding herself stuck and yanked off her feet by her own momentum as her ass inflated like a bouncy castle, growing so big in a heartbeat that she lodged herself completely between the corridor walls.

“Urk!” Across from her, something quite similar but distinctly different was happening, as the guard found her breasts pumping up at the same speed as her fellow terrorist’s cheeks. She, too, quickly found herself running aground, feet unable to reach the floor as her couch sized tatas clogged up the corridor.

“Just passing through, ladies~” The Ace waved as she kept on walking – leaving them firmly stuck in place in her wake.

…

Jessica Howler had the most boring job in the entire plan, and she knew it. Guarding a simple door in the heart of their lair was no big deal – especially when there’d been no sign of any further intruders after the last batch. It was dull, it was unimportant. And god she was bored.

“I wish something’d happen,” she muttered, rolling her eyes as she shifted in position. “Just so I’d have something to do.”

“Deal,” said Hayate, who reached out to tap her shoulder as she passed through the door she was supposed to guard.

“Wha-?” Jessica yelped in shock, but soon she found herself straightening up, pushing her chest forward despite herself. A funny tingle ran through her breasts, focused on her nipples, and as she looked down she saw a pair of bumps rise up, one out of the front of each boob. With a pair of rips, her top tore open, revealing a pair of long cocks pointing out of her chest. Dicknipples – she had dicknipples.

Her eyes widened. But even though her mouth was wide open in horrified revulsion, she couldn’t quite help herself but reach up and-

“OH!”

And that was it. Her palms wrapped firmly around her new members and started to pump, the stiff, roaring pleasure of jacking herself off through her tits far too much for her to resist. A wide grin spread over her face as her eyes rolled up in her head, as she finally had something to do…

…

The guard to the bomb room was Loyd Groshman, and he was a big man. He prided himself on it. Over 6 feet tall and 2 feet wide, his bodyweight was all muscle – something he’d worked long and hard on. Pulsing deltoids, grizzled black facial hair, and a fierce stare that could stop a raging bull in its tracks – he was everything an Action Hero from the 80s aspired to be.

And he didn’t think very much of the mage striding up towards him.

“This ain’t the place for games, little girl,” he said, smirking as he drew himself up. “Why don’t you run on home before you get hurt.”

“Oh, I’ll be fine, little boy,” Hayate answered, snapping her fingers. “Why don’t you get yourself off before you can’t reach anymore?”

His brow furrowed, trying to work out what the hell she was talking about – but as it did, he missed the changes sweeping through his body. His muscles fading, his height bleeding away, his proud stubble shrinking back into his face. And meanwhile, the bulge in his pants was growing larger and larger, straining against the fabric containing it until it ripped.

It was as though all of the masculinity in his body was being drained into his cock…

By the time he noticed the problem, it was far too late. He was rushing down past 5 feet tall, and quickly approaching 4, while his cock was growing bigger than his now shrimpy little arms could manage. Soon, his balls were resting against the floor, his mast standing straight out in front of him, his feet barely touching the floor.

The effeminate boy scrambled, trying desperately to pump himself, his system utterly overwhelmed by the hormones flooding in from his gigantic cock – though he was now far too puny to be able to do so.

And Hayate stepped right past him, in through the door he’d been guarding to the final room.

Here, she noted four things in quick succession. One was the bomb – a gigantic logia in the form of a floating glass sphere, filled with pink energy, hovering over the centre of the room. Two was her friends, a collection of bimbos making out and fucking over towards the side – good, they were out of the way. Three was the leader of the Inheritors of Al-Hazard, seated in her throne on the far side of the room, looking surprised to see her. And four was an irrelevant Lieutenant who was already reaching for a weapon.

Hayate dealt with number four quickly, summoning up another spell from her tome and pointing it in her direction. The woman barely had time to raise her staff before it clattered from her hands, which were suddenly too busy shoving themselves under her skirt to wate time holding things. She moaned, tongue hanging out as she began to frig with abandon - being turned into an insatiable nymphomaniac in an instant would do that to a person. Shame she was also blocked from climaxing.

Like the Ace said – she was much, much meaner than her friends.

Which just left the leader, who still looked awfully smug. She was a black haired woman dressed in an official uniform – though it wasn’t a uniform that Hayate recognised as actually belonging to any group. Just some lady playing dress up. Time to put an end to this.

“It’s over,” the brunette said flatly, magic crackling around her. “Surrender now, return my friends to normal, and I might go easy on you.”

“Hah! Arrogant bitch. What would a dog of the TSAB know?” The woman’s smile was a touch manic as she stood, raising her hand to the swirling storm of energy above. “I am the only one who knows how to control the forces I have unleased. If you do anything to me, you lose any chance of stopping thousands of years of pent up lust and desire energy drained from across the universe from storming over your pathetic world and-”

“Oh, that’s all it is?” Hayate smiled brightly. “That’s easy to deal with.” She held up her beloved Tome of the Night Sky. “My girl here has been drinking that kind of energy down for eons. All I have to do is drain it into her pages…”

She raised a finger, uttering a quick spell, and a beam of light shot out of the orb overhead, blasting down towards her. In response, her book spread open, cover fluttering, and welcomed the energy in. It wove around her, crackling and whistling, swirling in runes and glyphs, before plunging in, generating pages and pages of new content.

In a matter of seconds, the orb had ceased to glow, the room falling silent as the book closed once more.

The lead terrorist gaped at her. “Im- Impossible! There’s no way you could take all that energy yourself!”

“Sure I can,” Hayate shrugged. “I’m really powerful. But hey, I’m generous too. Here, you can have some of it back.”

She flicked her finger, and a spark of pink shot from her Tome, straight into the leader’s chest.

The woman didn’t even get time to gasp. Before she could even draw in breath, she was swelling up, her arms, her legs, her body, her head, all growing out fat and round. Then, with a series of pops, the purpose of Hayate’s spell became clear. Pop! Her left leg turned into a boob- round, fat, and marked by a stiff nipple at the tip. Pop! Her right leg turned. Pop! Her right arm. Pop! Her left arm.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

The terrorist stared at herself with horrified eyes, before looking up to the Ace in front of her. Desperately, she opened her mouth to scream-

Pop!

And then even that right was lost to her, her mouth, nose, and eyes vanishing along with her hair and any other features as her head became nothing more than another bouncy boob.

Where the leader of the Inheritors of Al-Hazard had once stood, now there was nothing more than a mound of breasts, laying in the torn remains of the uniform she’d dressed herself up in.

“There,” Hayate sighed, lowering her Tome at last. “Problem solved. That just leaves…”

Her gaze turned to the pile of sluts over in the corner.

…

“Thanks again for fixing us, Hayate. We really owe you one.” Fate was all apologies once her IQ was raised above double digit levels. “This was utterly humiliating…”

But the third Ace just patted her shoulder consolingly. “Don’t worry about it – it was nothing.”

Signum chuckled, shaking her head. “Master Hayate is as humble as ever. Though…” The knight paused, looking down at herself.

Shamal finished her thought. “I do wish you’d been able to revert our bodies as well as our minds…”

Indeed, though their minds had been recovered, Nanoha, Fate, and the Wolkenritter still bore the busty, curvy bimbo bodies that they’d been given. It would be pretty impossible for them to get back to work like this.

“Sorry, guys.” Hayate rubbed the back of her neck. “That would be too dangerous right now. I’ll get to work on finding a way to restore you completely as soon as I can though, I promise.”

“No worries, Hayate. You’ve more than earned a rest after this. You were amazing!” Nanoha put an end to that discussion, hugging her friend tight – though being careful not to smother her in her boobs in the process.

Zafira just sighed, looking down at his very curvy, very female futa body. “This will take… some getting used to…”

The group slowly moved away, ready to head home and debrief as soon as possible after a long day – and so no one saw the evil smile flash over their saviour’s lips.

She could only fix their minds, not their bodies? Please – both were equally easy. But damn, her friends were hot like this. Was it so wrong she wanted to enjoy the sights for a little while longer? She could fix it later… You know. When she felt like it…

Ah, it had been too long since she’d taken one of her girls to bed with her. And she’d just gotten back from a long, lonely mission in space. Surely Signum wouldn’t mind sharing that ass, or Shamal those boobs. Or hell, she could teach Zafira all about the charms of her new female form… Oooh, and she still had clearance to use all of the really naughty spells in her tome for a little while yet. They could have all sorts of fun! It was just a matter of which one she’d choose to invite…

Yes, many owners of the Tome of Night Sky had been horny, perverted weirdos - and Hayate Yagami was in no way an exception~

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Request: This time it's Makoto's turn to be transformed by the fun house. Instead of transforming mirrors, Makoto is transformed by a spinning wheel with some fun options.

Makoto rushed down the hall as quick as her practical shoes could carry her, away from the possibly haunted corridor and her sister’s snickers both. It- It wasn’t that she was scared of ghosts, no! She just didn’t like the much, that was all. It was surprising how little punching your way through a world of ridiculous monsters and psychology really helped with stuff like that…

But why face your fears when you could avoid them? See, this was the kind of keen tactical insight that got her made into the Phantom Thieves’ top strategist! Or, well, close enough.

Anyway, where was she? This corridor looked pretty different from the others she’d been in so far. Much less… fun, in a way? The walls looked pretty bare, and she couldn’t see any of the silly decorations she’d gotten used to in the rest of the house. All there was in here was a screen on the wall and a table. What sort of attraction was this supposed to be?

Curious, she walked over, tilting her head as she read the text on the terminal. “Distortion Mirror Design? What’s this supposed to be?” Her eyes flicked down. Beneath the words was the rotating image of a featureless man. Hm.

There was a tablet resting on the table, so she reached down to pick it up. As she did, she found herself blinking. The display on its screen was the same as the one on the wall – only the rotating man had been replaced by the image of her sister.

Realisation dawned. Ah, of course! This must be a control program for the fun house mirrors in here somewhere. And it looked like Sae had just found them. Interesting…

A sly smirk grew on Makoto’s face. She hoped her sister had enjoyed teasing her about her slight phobia of ghosts, because now it was payback time~ Eagerly she started fiddling with the controls. What would work… Oooh, this thing had templates!

She couldn’t help but chuckle as she picked out the option she knew would irritate her sister the most. “Wish I could see your face when you find what you look like as a bimbo, sis,” she giggled. “I’ll have to ask you about it later and see if you try to lie about it~”

Smiling, she set the tablet back down and kept walking, excited to see what other attractions this fun house held. And behind her, quickly forgotten, the image of a busty, vapid Sae continued to rotate on the screens…

Past the next door things were a bit more like what she was expecting. It was a round room with about a dozen doors leading out from it, all outlined in various different colours – and all closed.

“Huh.” She looked around, curious. “A dead end?”

Suddenly, the door she’d entered through slammed shut behind her.

“What the…?” She spun around, rattling the handle, but it was locked tight. Overhead, red lights snapped on.

“No ID chip detected,” A robotic voice chimed through speakers near the roof. “Please leave through the designated door.”

Makoto blinked. ID chip? What was that about? But her eyes were drawn to a door outlined with blue as it slid open, revealing a new room. It seemed she wasn’t being given much option. What sort of fun house attraction was this supposed to be?

Stepping through, she found herself in a rather plain looking blue painted chamber, with a single chair in the middle of the floor, facing the far wall. There didn’t seem to be anything else in here… Maybe she was supposed to sit down? Huh, this was getting pretty involved, but… Well, why not? She took a seat.

Instantly, metal restraints slid out and snapped shut around her wrists and ankles, and she realised she may have made a mistake.

“Hey, what the hell?!”

“Rule violation detected,” the robotic voice spoke up again, sounding worryingly harsh. “A non-employee has been discovered in an employee-only section.”

Makoto winced. Oh, hell. Had she missed an employees only sign on the door back there? Thinking back there might have been something like that – she’d been too busy getting away from the ghost corridor to pay attention. But even if there had been, that was no excuse for locking her in a chair!

“In addition – Unauthorised use of the distortion mirror systems detected. Verdict decided: Punishment for infraction to be handled by the affected party.”

What? Unauthorised use… did they mean that tablet she’d fiddled with back in the hall? What was the big deal about that? And what did they mean, ‘the affected party’? Surely that could only be…

“Oh hey, like, here you are Maki!” A part of the wall slid open, and in stepped a smiling Sae Niijima. “I’ve totally been looking everywhere for you!”

Makoto stared, her jaw dropping. “S… Sis?”

It wasn’t the Sae Niijima that Makoto knew. The Sae she knew was a calm, composed, and generally serious young woman who, while she knew how to have fun, was far too cognizant of her responsibilities to ever completely let loose. A silver haired beauty filled with wit and grace that, honestly, Makoto had spent most of her childhood knowing she could never live up to, until she’d been brought face to face with her sister’s own flaws.

But this woman… This woman couldn’t be Sae. The hair was the same, and the face was right – as long as you ignored the vapid expression – but everything else was completely wrong. That figure… those breasts… Those hips! And where had that dress come from?! She’d only seen her a few minutes ago, was that even time to get changed like that? There was no way this could be her sister, no way at all! She looked like…

She looked just like a bimbo…

The younger Niijima’s eyes widened as she started to connect the impossible dots. It couldn’t be possible – but then, she’d seen weirder things happening in the metaverse, hadn’t she? She knew better than most the kind of strange forces that were out there in the world.

Either way, one thing was clear – they needed to get out of here.

“Sis!” She struggled with her restraints, trying to stand. “Help! I’m trapped in this chair, you’ve got to get me out!”

“Oh, wow, sure thing!” The buxom bimbo strutted into the room with a bounce and a jiggle. “Silly girl, how’d you manage something like that?”

“Hold on, Miss Niijima.” The robotic voice spoke up, still authoritative, but somehow gentler than when it had been pronouncing judgement on Makoto. “You cannot let her go yet.”

“Huh?” The silver haired woman paused, looking up and around to try and spot the speaker. “Why not?”

The voice was quick to answer. “The girl in the chair has broken multiple fun house rules, endangering both her safety and her enjoyment of the ride. She must be adequately punished before she can be released.”

Sae blinked in surprise. “Oh, really?” She pressed a finger to her cheek, thinking the new information over. “Hm, I guess that’s only fair…”

Makoto couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “No, don’t listen!” She redoubled her struggles, still to no avail. “Just get me free, and then we can get out of here!”

“Hm… I dunno Maki, sounds like you’ve been pretty naughty.” The elder Niijima giggled, flashing her a sly smile – one that made her sister’s heart sink. But then her expression turned confused. “Wait though. Like, how am I supposed to punish you? I can’t, like, spank you in that chair, y’know?”

The brunette’s jaw dropped. “Sis?!?”

Fortunately, the robotic voice was only too happy to assist. “As punishment has not yet been decided, it has been assigned as five spins of the punishment wheel.”

A panel in the ceiling slid open, and from it a large wheel descended – the kind you were supposed to start spinning and then wait for it to stop on something. Each spoke was a different bright colour, and all of them had something written on them.

“Oooh…” Sae looked delighted at the sight. “Okay! This looks fun~”

“Please spin when you are ready, Miss Niijima. The fun house will handle the rest.”

Makoto’s wide eyes shot from spoke to spoke, reading each ‘punishment’ the wheel had available with increasing horror. ‘Lesbian’? ‘Big lips’? ‘Speaks in third person’?! What was going to happen if it was spun? No, she had to stop her sister before it was too-

“Okay! Like, sure thing~” Sae grabbed the wheel with both arms and gave it a mighty shove, sending it flying in a rainbow of colours. “Hyah!”

“Wait, don’t- No!” It was no good. The punishment wheel was already turning, the colours swirling before Makoto’s face. All she could do was watch and wait, biting her lip nervously as it began to slow down. What would it land on?

Click click click click… click click… click… cli-

The wheel slid gently to a stop, silently gliding over ‘Speaks in third person’ to stop dead on ‘Breast Expansion’.

The brunette blinked. “Wha- What does that- Woah!”

Before she could even finish her question, her answer arrived. Her top exploded outwards, suddenly made of way more fabric as her chest inflated underneath it. The feeling was impossible to describe – a sudden burst of sensation, nerves and size she’d never possessed before flowing into her brain as her bust swelled up by a good dozen cup sizes, until it was equal to her incredibly enhanced sister’s.

In the aftermath, Makoto sat there, gasping for breath, her incredible chest bouncing proudly with each lungful. Oh god, it was just like she’d feared. The wheel really was transforming her with everything it landed on. She was in incredible danger!

Sae, however, saw things differently.

“Oh hey, you finally had a growth spurt!” The silver haired bombshell whistled appreciatively. “I always knew you would! We’re sisters, after all~”

“Wha- No!” Niijima the younger shook her head frantically. “This isn’t- That’s not true! For either of us! The distortion mirrors gave you that chest, you were never this big before!”

Once again, Sae’s vapid expression turned confused “What are you talking about? I’ve always looked like this~” She giggled and flaunted her figure, before shaking her head. “Those mirrors were, like, broken or something. All of them just showed the normal me~”

Oh god. “No… No, Sis, that’s not true! You have to believe me – just get me out of here and I can explain!”

But her sister wasn’t having any of it. “Naughty Maki, there you go again! Trying to get out of your punishment. I think I’d better give you another spin~” Her hand closed around the edge of the wheel.

“No-!”

It was too late. Again, Sae sent the wheel spinning, and again the sound of clicks filled the air.

Click click click click… click click… click… click.

‘Skimpy clothes’

Makoto blinked as she read the words the wheel had decreed – and by the time she opened them, she could feel a draft. Looking down, she saw that the blue jacket she’d worn to the fair – her winter clothes had seemed right for an evening out in the colder season – had lost about 60% of its mass, shrinking down to something skin tight and buckled with only one button, tied closed under her chest. The black jumper she’d been wearing beneath had vanished, replaced by a torn t-shirt with a massive cleavage window that proudly showed off her enhanced bust, and not nearly enough length to cover her belly. Her jeans had been replaced too, shrinking down into a pair of tight denim shorts wrapped firmly around her hips, while her legs were wrapped in dark nylon leggings. Not even her shoes had been spared, converted from sensible boots into slutty looking black heels.

… Yeah, these were pretty skimpy, alright.

“Oh wow, it made your clothes hotter!” Once again, Sae didn’t seem to see the problem. “See, Maki? I always told you you could be a babe if you just dressed for the part~!”

Makoto gaped at her. “No! No you didn’t! Please, Sae, you have to stop this, before it gets even worse!”

But her sister had already stopped listening. “Well, this is, y’know, cool and all, but I totally have a case in the morning and I, like, need my beauty sleep, so can we hurry this up?” She grabbed the wheel again. “Make Maki even sexier!” And she spun it once again.

Click click… click click click… click….

… Click…

‘Lesbian + Obsessed with tits’

… What? Makoto’s brow furrowed. Seriously? Did that really say what she thought it said? Of all the… Well, she didn’t feel any different. And there was no physical transformation to go with this one. Maybe this one was a dud – maybe she had some hope yet!

“Sorry to disappoint,” she said, glaring at her sister. “But I don’t think it… it… I… I don’t think… Uh…”

She trailed off, her anger stumbling into a confused word salad-y mess. And the reason for that was quite clear – because Sae had turned around. Turned around, and given Makoto direct line of sight to her chest.

Instantly, all thought about anything that wasn’t shoving her face between those magnificent mammaries became utterly irrelevant. Makoto’s eyes locked on her sister’s big, bouncing bosom, and forgot everything else, her head nodding up and down as those titanic tits jiggled. They were wonderful. They were perfect.

Sae said something, but it was just white noise to the brunette’s ears – utter gibberish that she didn’t even try to listen to. She blocked out everything except her and those amazing tits.

At least, until her sister turned back around, and hid them away again. There was a pang of desperate longing, a profound sense of loss… And then she snapped back to herself, wondering what the hell she was doing.

Okay. Maybe not a dud then. Was she actually a lesbian now? Makoto thought back, tried to review her female friends. Obviously Ann was a babe, and Futaba was cute, that was a given. And yeah, she’d absolutely go down on Haru like a paid off boxer on Haru if the girl asked, that woman could wrap her thighs around her face any day she-

Oh wow. Yeah, she was definitely a lesbian. And a huuuuge titty slut to go with it. Holy shit.

The thought was distracting enough that she almost completely missed Sae spinning the wheel again, only looking up as she heard the last click of it stopping – and then immediately zoning out as she locked onto her sister’s tits again.

The silver haired bimbo bent down in front of her, giving her a direct look straight into her cleavage, and giggled. “You’re drooling, sis~”

She absolutely was. And if it wasn’t for these restraints, she’d be doing it right into that glorious grand canyon right there…!

But alas, Sae moved away, taking her tits out of reach, and Makoto’s head cleared once again. “Nugh…” She shook herself, trying to wipe away the drool. “What- What are you doing?”

“I’m just taking a look at your new tattoo!” Was the worrying reply. “It’s really cute~”

Huh? The brunette turned back towards the wheel – and then winced.

‘Tramp Stamp tattoo’

Well that explained that. “What’d it give me,” she groaned, her voice resigned. At this point she’d all but given up on escape. The chair was too strong, and her sister too much of a ditz to help her. There was only one spin left, anyway. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too bad, and then they could get out of here…

“It’s a cool little playing card,” Sae answered, pressing her fingers against the small of Makoto’s back and making her little sister shiver at the touch of a beautiful woman. “I think it’s, like, the Queen of Hearts!”

Ugh. Fitting. “Just get the last spin done. Then we can go home.”

“Sure thing!” The elder Niijima bounced past her, and it took all of the brunette’s will to keep her eyes focused away from looking at her. But she had to stay strong – just for a little while longer. Once she got out of here she could contact the Phantom Thieves and they could work this out. Just one more spin…

Click… Click… Click!

Taking a breath, Makoto slowly slid one careful eye open to peek at the wheel’s result, trying to avoid temptation. The words waiting for her… could have been worse. Probably.

‘Speaks like a Bimbo’

“What? But, like, that’s totally, y’know, dumb and stuff!” She found herself protesting without thinking. “I can defo talk normal if I wanna- OMG! I sound like a total bimbo!”

It wasn’t something she was trying to do, she swore. Her thoughts felt completely normal, it’s just that somewhere along the route from her brain to her mouth they got… bimbified. Instead of what she wanted, out spilled the voice of a vapid valley girl.

“Huh. You sound, like, totally normal to me, sis!” Thank you Sae. That was not as reassuring as you wanted it to be, but thank you for trying.

Makoto groaned. Okay. This was horrifying, but honestly, not the most humiliating thing that had happened to her tonight. And that was it, right?

“Cool, fine, you’ve, like, totally made your point, okay?” She glared up at the roof. “So lemme go already! This is, like, way super lame, you know?”

There was a pause. The former Phantom Thief waited, a frown slowly starting to set in on her face. What was the hold up? They said they’d release her after her ‘punishment’, right?

Then…

The sound of trumpets played from whatever hidden speakers were buried in the ceiling. “Congratulations! You’ve qualified for a bonus round!” Announced the robotic voice from before.

Her brow furrowed. “Like, what?”

“Oh cool!” Sae clapped her hands, jiggling merrily at her sister’s side – drawing said sister’s attention again for a perilous few moments. “What kind of bonus?”

“A spin on the bonus wheel!” A second wheel lowered itself down in front of the first. Smaller, but painted with brighter colours. And of course, the elder Niijima strutted right over to it.

So close to the finish line, it shouldn’t have been a big deal. Makoto was worried though. She wasn’t liking what she as seeing. The words inscribed on this wheel were different. While on the first wheel they’d been traits and physical features, these ones were… jobs? She could see ‘Cheerleader’, ‘Nurse’, ‘Barista’, and many others. Wait, just what would this wheel do to her?!

“Hey, like, hold on…”

Sae glanced over her shoulder at her, hand already on the wheel. “Huh? What’s up Maki?”

“Uh…” She racked her brains. She needed to talk her sister out of this, carefully. There had to be something she could say, some way of getting her to stop… Ah! Of course! Sae had been going on about that case all day, and she definitely hadn’t forgotten, even given her… current state. Maybe if she leaned on that, she could convince her it was time to stop messing around with these wheels. Yeah, that should work!

“So, like, hurry up already!” Her bimbo voice spilled out instead. “You’ve got places to be, girlfriend!”

… God damnit.

The silver haired ditz giggled. “Sure thing, sis!” And then she yanked the wheel around with the biggest spin she’d done all night.

Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick!

Makoto watched it turn in dread. What was it going to land on? What was going to happen? She struggled once again with her restraints, but they just wouldn’t give-!

Click.

She looked up. A single word was waiting for her.

‘Secretary’

A warm feeling washed over her. A strange calm. She felt so sleepy, all of a suden…

Eyes fluttering, the younger Niijima’s head dipped, chin resting against her chest as her mind slid into sudden slumber. Standing at her side, Sae was staring emptily into space, eyes crossed as a few changes took place behind her eyes, washing out through the world…

Makoto’s outfit changed for the second time, though this time the shift was more complete. Her blue jacket thinned and faded, becoming a professional white blouse – one that, under the right light, was practically transparent. The black bra beneath it, cupping her still titanic tits, was easy to see through it with the merest glance. And, of course, it didn’t exactly get any bigger – the bottom of her shirt still barely covered her chest, and left her toned belly fully exposed.

Her shorts transformed too, connecting at the front and back, while splitting in the middle to become a black ruffled pencil skirt – one that clung tightly to her behind to show off every curve. A pair of slim-rimmed spectacles appeared on her face, and a loose red and black tie wound itself around her neck. The look of a slutty secretary was complete.

It was Sae who came back to herself first, shaking her head and looking around. “Huh? Where am I?”

She put a finger to her cheek, trying to remember a few minutes ago – which, for her, was thinking very deep indeed. Let’s see, she’d gotten out of that broken hall of mirrors, wandered around, and then found a new door, gone through it, and… Oh right! She’d just found her sister. Jeeze, she needed to stop zoning out like that.

“Hey, Maki, wake up,” she said, shaking her sister’s shoulder. “It’s time to go. I need my beauty sleep, y’know?”

The snoozing Makoto started awake, looking up to find her sister staring down at her. What had she just… Oh! Right, she’d been waiting for her sister, and she must have fallen asleep!

“Oh, sorry sis.” The younger Niijima jumped to her feet, embarrassed. “I guess I, like, totally nodded off!”

The elder sister smiled. “I saw. But c’mon, it’s time to go home.”

“Awh, can’t I have five more minutes? That chair was, like, super comfy…”

Sae just sighed, rolled her eyes, and then pulled Makoto’s face into a very chesty hug.

“Mmmh phmnm, Ivhm whtmvmh.” Which, loosely translated, was drooling boob addict for ‘Sure, whatever you want sis!’.

Sae grinned. She wasn’t quite as much of a bimbo as she appeared – she did have a brain after all. It’s just that it was almost entirely dedicated to legal knowhow. It made her an incredible lawyer, but she was useless or worse at practically everything else. That was why she had the best secretary in the world – her hot little sister!

Makoto, of course, wasn’t nearly as much of a ditz as her older sister – even if she sounded exactly like her. No, the brunette was definitely the real brains of the operation, handling everything that wasn’t law related for their agency that came along. She’d become Sae’s secretary the moment she’d gotten out of high school, and had proven to be devastatingly good at the job. You know, as long as no one was flashing their boobs in her face, anyway.

Naturally, two sisters taking the legal world by storm – especially given their slutty styles of dress – had given the Niijima sisters one hell of a rep. One that only grew bigger whenever they hit the clubs, slutty tales of conquests of both men and women lying in their wake…

Or, at least, that was the reality they lived in now, anyway.

“Did you have fun, ladies?” The attendant at the door asked as they finally stepped out of the fun house and back into the cool refreshing night breeze.

“Oh totally,” Sae giggled.

“Yeah! Best fun house ever~ I’m totally telling all of my friends to come visit~”

“That’s great to hear ladies. Always good to have another satisfied customer.” He grinned as he waved them off.

Arms wrapped around each other, the two sisters smiled and giggled as they wandered away into the night, closer than ever after an evening of sisterly bonding. The genius legal ditz and her dedicated tit addict secretary. Neither of them remembered the respectable defence attorney or the earnest college student who had entered the fun house not an hour before – but then, neither did the rest of the world. As far as anyone was concerned, this was how Sae and Makoto Niijima had always been – and both of them were perfectly happy with that~

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Request: Chihiro's Harem Adventure continues. This time it's a two for the price of one special with Toko: He decides to help her deal with her Genocide Jack once and for all by cloning her and then transferring the alternate personality into said clone's body. Except, something "goes wrong" in the process (except not really, since this was part of his plan), and now Chihiro has two more bimbo slaves.

Chihiro Fujisaki was having a strange year, and quite frankly there wasn’t another way to use this silly chapter opener again, so the next time he decided to brainwash some of his classmates, the strangeness would be completely gone. But this next one would indeed be the strangest – and most dangerous - yet.

Since he’d begun this journey of his, there had always been one presence lurking in the back of his mind. A lingering fear, a sword dangling from a thread held over her head. The threat of the dark rumour that had circulated through the class on more than one occasion – Genocide Jack, the infamous, no, legendary serial killer who stalked Japan… was hiding somewhere in class 78.

Which seemed impossible. Surely if the Ultimate Murderous Fiend was present in the school, the Ultimate Detective would have caught them already?

Okay, she wouldn’t now, but, you know, before her brain had been replaced with horny mush.

Yes, just like everyone else in the school, Chihiro had dismissed the rumour and gotten on with his life. It was just another spooky rumour, like the idea of the haunted dorm, or the cursed cafeteria. Nothing he needed to pay attention to – he did, after all, have much more pleasing things to be spending his time on these days. Celestia was proving to be very attentive in her maidly duties (and seemed to be pretty much the same as ever to anyone outside the harem, aside from a sharp drop in intelligence…)

But no matter how well things seemed to be going for the Ultimate Programmer, Hope’s Peak was never a place without its complications. And right now, the name of his biggest complication was…

“Fujisaki, you’ve got to help me!”

“Toko?” The programmer suddenly found himself slammed up against the Academy corridor wall by a frantic looking Ultimate Writing Prodigy. She looked pretty disheveled, even for her.

“Yes. Help me. I know you can do it. Everyone says you’re basically amazing, so- Don’t shake your head at me! I haven’t even asked yet!”

“Oh, um. Sorry. G-go on?” He had been shaking his head, yes – though not at Toko, actually, but rather at Hina behind her. The Ultimate Bimbo Bodyguard had been about to hurl the woman attacking her principle through the nearest window, by the looks of things. She was protective like that (She’d only too far away to intercept the initial rush because of Chihiro’s own insistence of keeping her distance outside of the bedroom). But there was no need for her to take action. It was just Toko after all. The girl was a bit (okay, a lot) gloomy, but it wasn’t like she was actually dangerous.

The former Ultimate Swimmer looked put out at being denied, but obeyed all the same – leaving Toko free to spill her guts.

“I need you to get rid of my alter.”

He blinked at her. “I’m sorry, um… Your what?”

Toko grumbled, looking up and down the corridor to make sure there was no one else in hearing range – managing to completely miss the angry busty swimmer behind her – before trying to explain. “My… My split personality. She’s a menace, and I know while she’s around Master won’t even look at me…”

Chihiro only looked more confused. This was getting weirder by the minute! “M-master?” Was there another hypnotist on campus?!

“Byakuya, obviously!” The writer’s embarrassment and anger focused straight back on Chihiro. “What, do you have a problem with that?! You think he’s a creep or something”

“No! No no no! N-not at all. Byakuya, he’s… He’s great. Yeah.” This conversation made no sense whatsoever. But again, this was Toko. It was kind of par for the course.

As was the slow narrowing of Toko’s eyes. “Oh really? You’re not getting ideas of going after him yourself, are you?”

What.

“I know all about hussies like you, you know,” the novelist growled, jabbing a finger against Chihiro’s chest, and really straining Hina’s obedience programming. “Relying on that cute girl next door thing you’ve got going here to seduce someone so rich and famous and, haaah, commanding…” She turned dreamy for a moment, before snapping right back to glaring. “Well you can’t! He’s mine, you got it?”

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it!” R-right, Toko… still thought he was a girl. His actual gender was kind of an open secret in the class by now, but, uh, Toko was not the most sociable student. Apparently, she’d missed it. “Byakuya’s all yours, don’t worry! But, um… Why… Why are you coming to me for help?”

Granted, it didn’t feel much like she was asking for help right now.

“Well duh. You’re the one who’s been studying hypnosis and all that junk, right?”

Chihiro paled. “Wh-what? H-how do you…?”

The brunette just gave him a weird look. “What, were you keeping it a secret? I see the little notes you girls all pass around amongst each other. Little pink spirals, right? I figured you were showing them your research.” Toko huffed and folded her arms. “Not that I wanted to be included or anything.”

Ah. Oh dear. He may have done that a few times to reprogram his harem during class. Chihiro thought he’d gotten away with it – but trust Toko to get entirely the wrong idea about it.

“So yeah.” The writer nodded firmly. “If you’ve been looking into all that stuff, I figure you can help me get rid of her!”

Okay… Right. That… kind of made sense. He could follow the logic of it, anyway. It was weird and wrong, but he could see what she was aiming for. “Oh. Okay. Um…” He fidgeted slightly, fiddling with the hem of his dress. A harem of bimbos had done wonders for his self confidence, but it was clear he still had a long way to go when confronted with a case like this. “I don’t know if it’ll be that simple… But what’s your, um, other personality like?”

For some reason, the question made Toko blanch. “Uh… W-well, I’ve never properly met her, exactly, so… It’s hard to say for sure… But she’s basically the opposite of me in every way.”

That was hard to imagine. Chihiro frowned. He needed to know what he was dealing with here. What else could he ask… “Does she have any hobbies?”

“Um. Um! Wwwell… I guess you could say that.”

Evasive. Was it something embarrassing? What would someone like Toko find embarrassing? It had to be something cute, right?

He considered. “Wanting to get rid of her sounds pretty extreme. What is it she does that makes you want her gone? I mean, normally alter egos are just other aspects of ourselves, right… Oh. No?”

Toko was shaking her head furiously. “No! No way. No, I am absolutely not responsible for that freak! She’s totally wild! Completely crazy! She- She…!” She looked like she was biting her tongue to keep herself from saying something. “… She has no limits. I need to get rid of her.”

Well that settled it. A wild version of prim and restrained Toko? This split personality girl sounded really interesting! He kind of wanted to meet her. With a few tweaks, of course. The Ultimate writing prodigy wasn’t a bad looker, really, and it sounded like she needed to destress anyway, heh…

Chihiro grinned. “Okay then. I think I have an idea.”

…

The Ultimate Programmer’s lab had changed over the past school year. Taking control of both the academy with gentle subliminals and the Ultimate Despair (with much harsher subliminals) had left him with more resources than he knew what to do with. He’d spent a bunch of them on his harem, of course, but that had still left an incredible fortune. What to do with it? Why, spend it on developing his talent, of course. Wasn’t that the purpose of Hope’s Peak in the first place?

And the gift of the ‘Ultimate Programmer’ had expanded in terms a lot lately…

Thus…

“Hey, when’d the computer lab start looking like this?” Toko grumbled, following him into a sleek modern lab, all white surfaces and beeping machines. “The library still looks like something from out of the 50s, when do we get some of this funding?”

“Uh.” Chihiro’s eyes shifted left to right for a moment. “I don’t know – you’d have to ask the principle.”

“Oh, I’ll definitely have words with him,” the writer grumbled. “Just as soon as you get this witch out of my head. Why are we here, anyway? I thought you’d just swing a pendant in front of my eyes or something.”

… Just what kind of ideas did she have about him, exactly?

“No no, uh, my studies on this stuff say it isn’t quite so simple…” The man in a skirt waved her suspicions off nervously, not wanting to answer too many questions about all this. “And besides, being that direct might, uh, cause some brain damage…”

And suddenly there was a very scary looking Toko in his face, her glasses shining pure white. “What?”

He found himself flinching back despite himself, waving his hands to soothe her. “That’s why we’re doing it carefully! I have some machines here, and we can use them to gently extract your, uh, other personality without causing you any accidental harm!”

That seemed to calm her a little, the writer backing up and giving him some space – but she was looking at him oddly now, one eyebrow raised. “Extract? What do you mean extract? I just want her deleted!”

“Well…” He still wanted to meet the other Toko, but he couldn’t just say that. “You see, it’s a delicate process. The best way to do any of this is to move her cognition out of your brain and into someone else’s…”

“What?!” The brunette didn’t look scary this time – actually, she just looked scared for some reason. “You’re putting her in someone else’s body?!”

“Actually…” He stepped over to a white pod with a frosted glass front. “One of the other students has been working on human cloning, so I figure we’ll just borrow one of his leftovers for her.” He patted the pod. “My research indicates that the mind has a lot more of an effect on the body than you’d think, so once she’s installed, she should basically be your twin!”

He smiled proudly – and then swallowed hard as Toko grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up. “Are you crazy?! We have to erase her, not give her her own body! Don’t you understand? If she got her own body then she’d be able to move around as she liked, as her own person! … As… As someone… separate from me…”

She paused, frowning, considering. “Someone who would get the blame for her actions instead of me… And then I’d finally be able to blame her without getting into trouble myself… And I could finally stop living in fear of the day that she gets caught… Okay!” Suddenly she was all bright smiles and sunshine, dropping Chihiro back on his feet and dusting his shoulders. “Sounds perfect! Let’s do it!”

“Uh.” The Ultimate Programmer blinked. He really had no idea what to make of all this. Toko really was kind of a weirdo. Still, whatever the issue was, she was still up for willingly letting him hypnotise her, so… Not really his problem! “Okay then? Let’s get you strapped in.”

She blanched. “Strapped in…?”

“Well of course.” He walked over to a new device – a chair he’d been designing for more intense brainwashing sessions. And happily, he’d just gotten it ready for some human testing. “This is a delicate operation – we don’t want you moving around too much. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt or anything.”

For a moment, it looked like Toko was reconsidering – but she’d already come this far. With a grumble and a huff, she stomped over to the metal chair and sat down in it, allowing Chihiro to fasten the restraints around her arms and legs. “You’d better not do anything creepy to me while I’m tied up… Only Master gets to do that kind of stuff.”

At this point, he was ready to roll with the weirdness. “Don’t worry, he said, grinning as he reached up to pull the helmet down on her head. “By the time you wake up, I’ll be your Master anyway~”

“Wait, what-?!” Thunk! He pulled the helmet down, sealing it over the top of Toko’s head, and switched the machine on. Before the girl knew what was happening, bright pink and purple spirals filled her eyes, and she felt herself getting sucked down… down… and away…

…

She landed on her feet somewhere… else. Somewhere made of towering bookshelves and fluttering papers, all black, pink, and purple, stretching up into the sky around her. It was dizzying to even look at – or was that just the strange dizziness in her head…?

Toko didn’t get much time to work it out. No sooner had she landed, than another chair slammed up from underneath her, knocking her into its seat and locking her in with metal cuffs. She blinked, trying to struggle, but naturally she had all the strength in her limbs that you would expect from a shut-in bookworm, and only succeeded in hurting her wrists.

“What… What’s…?” She looked around, trying to puzzle out what was going on. Where was she? She’d been… talking with someone, hadn’t she? W-who had it been…?

As if to answer, a giant page fluttered down from above, swirling around in front of her, before transforming into a figure made of shadows. A familiar figure. “Fu… Fujisaki?”

The figure waved as a lab coat materialised around them, coupled with a stylish lab dress. “Welcome, Subject T! Please be calm as we engage in this state of the art modern hypnotical procedure!”

“Uh…” That sounded right. Hadn’t she gone to her for… something like that? Ugh, why was her head so fuzzy…?

“Let us begin. First, I shall equip you with the mind solicitator. Please be careful with it, it was very expensive to produce.”

Toko frowned. Shadow Chihiro was speaking in a weirdly robotic way, and- wait a second.

“Is that a colander? What the f-?!” She didn’t quite get her cursing out before the metal bowl with a few wires attached to it was plunked down on her head, resting just over the top of her glasses.

“Please take great care with the very advanced equipment,” the shadow stated as it buckled the strap under her chin. “We wouldn’t want it to break in the middle of the experiment!”

“Experiment? Hey, wait a second here…!”

But she was ignored. The shadow scientist just moved back towards a control panel and began to press buttons.

“Now, beginning mind extraction process…”

“I said wai-Oooohhh…” Toko’s eyes rolled up in her head as she felt the metal bowl grow warm, and then felt that warmth reach into her brain and grab something. There was a momentary sensation of tugging, pulling, sucking, and then…

She gasped as a sudden rushing feeling swept through her, eyelids fluttering as something was drawn out of her head. It was like she was shedding some great weight – a quick, sharp release of tension, a relaxing of her shoulders and the soothing flow of a sigh. It felt… nice…

A quiet giggle slipped out of her mouth, a dopey smile playing on her lips as she realised that she’d never have to worry about the stupid serial killer in her brain ever again. Oh wowie, this was just, like, the bestest day ever~ Teehee!

That glorious feeling of freedom lasted all the way up until the moment another chair similar to her own rose up out of the floor next to her, complete with its own metal colander head extractor thingy. She blinked at it, confused. “Huh? What’s this thing for?”

“Have no fear, Subject T! This is just where we will be storing the other half of your mind.”

… Something sounded weird about that, but she couldn’t put her finger on what. And there was nothing she could do to stop the process as light began to spill out from the helmet over the other chair, shining too bright to see through – until, suddenly, there was another Toko sat there next to her.

Except it wasn’t Toko, of course.

“Hey, other me! What the fuck are you doing here?” Genocide Jack/Jill grinned over at her, long tongue swishing and tasting the air. Her alter-ego was her regular self – which is to say crude, vulgar, and unrelentingly vicious. A world class serial killer like her couldn’t be any other way.

“Ugh, of course I’ve gotta, like, deal with you now,” the original groused. “Well soon you’ll totally be someone else’s problem, and I can, like, get on with my life…”

“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean? Oooh, and what’s with these retraints?” The Ultimate Murderous Fiend wiggled in her cuffs. “Kinky. Me likely. But, uh, why’s my head feel all fuzzy and shit? Have you been drinking or something?”

Toko blinked. Her other self’s head felt fuzzy too? That was weird – but yeah, come to think of it, the haze in her head had definitely gotten thicker now…

The Chihiro shadow was happy to explain, though. “Well of course you feel weird,” she said, walking back up with a happy skip in their step. “Dividing you in two means that you both only get half of your mind – so you just halved your IQ!”

“H-huh?” The writer’s brow furrowed as she took a moment to process this. “Wh- Like, what are you talking about?”

“Oh right, I’ll use smaller words: You’re a dumdum now~!” Chihiro giggled.

She stared at her, mouth agape. At her side, Jill was laughing her ass off. “Wait wait wait! So, lemme, y’know, get this straight and stuff. You tried to, like, get rid of me – and ended up making yourself a total dumbass to do it? Oh fuck me, that’s hilarious!” Her tongue was practically licking her helmet, she was laughing so much.

Toko, of course, just glared at her. “Sh-shut up! That’s, like, not it!” She spun her attention to Chihiro. “This wasn’t part of the deal, bitch! You said, like, this way would avoid brain damage and junk!”

“Wellll…” The shadow rocked on her feet innocently. “Technically I said we’d avoid accidental harm this way. Which we will!” A sinister smirk appeared on her face. “But turning the two of you into adoring bimbo slaves is totally deliberate! No accidents here~”

The writer’s face went white, her jaw dropping. “Wh…What? But… But that’s…!”

Jill interrupted. “That’s kinda hot, honestly~”

Toko swallowed, her cheeks heating up to a rosy red. She found herself squirming in her seat uncomfortably – in contrast to Jill, who was definitely rubbing her hips back and forth deliberately. “N-no, that’s not… I, hah… I’m not, like, into this kind of thing or anything…”

“Well I fuckin’ am! The only problem is the one you got us hooked by is a cute girl instead of a cute guy, dumbass.” Jill snickered. “That’s a real shame – got super close to leaving the dream…”

The shadow coughed. “Oh, actually, I should tell you that my real self is a man.”

The two brunettes immediately stopped arguing, their heads both snapping around to stare at them. “You’re shitting me?”

“N-no, not at all…” Even the rather robotic Chihiro seemed rather disturbed by the looks these two were giving her – him? “I wear a dress, but I assure you I am 100% a man.”

“Hoooh. Hoh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh wow wow wow wow~” Jill was really grinding now, her chair rocking and shaking even as it was bolted to the floor. “Ngh! Oh god, that’s the hottest thing ever! Mmm, fuck, I take it back! I totally take it back, other me! You’re not useless after all!”

“H-hey…! Th-that’s not…” Toko protested, of course – but the fact that she was rubbing herself against the chair almost as hard as Jill really didn’t do her case any favours.

The shadow tried to sympathise. “Your other self is certainly as wild as you implied.”

To which the writer nodded .”Y-yeah, she’s, um, a total loony…”

“You’re just as into this as I am, bitch, don’t lie!” Jill flashed a grin that was all teeth.

And Toko blushed in response. “N-no, I’m… I’m totally not, or anything… totally…!”

“Oh no?” The manic alter giggled, head rolling as her body writhed. “So you’re not, like, fantasising about riding that cock…”

Her counterpart squeaked. “H-haaah…”

“Or shoving your head under that skirt and, like, going to town?”

“Ah… Ahhhhah…!!!” Toko was trembling.

“Or laying on the ground and letting him use your tits as his footrests while he fucks some other floozy on top of you?!”

“Nagh… Haaah!” That was, apparently, the killing blow. The Ultimate Writer shook in place, gasping for air, her eyes rolling up in her head as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. “Oh! Hmmuah…!”

“Fuck yeah~” Jill wasn’t far behind her. “That’s what I fuckin’ thought!”

The shadow watched the pair nervously as they both started to drool and quiver. “I. Ah. I did not anticipate that you’d be so into this…”

“Yeah? Well too bad! Get the fuck on with it, ‘Master’!” Toko’s ‘wild side’ laughed, tongue twisting and curling. “Hurry up, brain blast us to oblivion! We’re just stupid now, so don’t slack off! If you don’t brainwash us right the fuck now into your adoring slaves, I’m gunna break out of here and I’m going to cut you to ribbons, get me?”

As if to emphasise the point, the strange mental world they were in shifted, and gigantic pairs of scissors started to rain down along with all the fluttering pages…

Chihiro took one look at all that, and shrugged. “Oh well. This is my real world self’s problem now. Very well, let’s complete the process! Right now, the two of you are nice and dumb, with heads emptier than coconuts!”

He was interrupted by a desperate moan from Toko, a wide smile on the bookworm’s face.

Right. “B-But don’t worry! We’ll soon fill those empty noggins right back up!”

Pulsing music started to play, thrumming through the mental realm in tune with the swirling lights and fluttering scenery as the shadow stepped up around behind his two captives. And as he did, a funnel arose up between them, connected to their helmets by wires and tubes.

“First, the rules…” He produced a gigantic textbook, labelled ‘How to be Chihiro’s obedient slavegirl!’, patting it fondly. “Let’s get these in at the foundation.”

And without another word, he slammed the tome down into the funnel, squeezing it down into little flowing streams of knowledge that flowed right into the girls’ heads.

“Ooohh…” Toko moaned as intimate details of her new owner filled her mind. His likes. His desires. His commands. It wove through her diminished brain, winding through her every desire and thought, until she could picture herself as nothing else than his devoted bitch, her pupils starting to twist…

“Haaah!” Jill practically came as her innermost essence was warped and changed – her murderous desires tamed and reshaped into the eager need to please her new MASTER as her eyes began to flood with pink spirals…

And the image of said Master grinned, pleased to see how well their programming was taking. “And then, let’s just drown out any sense of your former selves with an unending tide of bimbo porn!”

He stepped back, snapping his fingers – and a moment a storm of dirty magazines and smutty stories jumped from the shelves all around them, shooting down into the funnel like an inverted water spout. Both women froze, their grips on their armrests tightening so much the metal itself was starting to warp as their heads filled with slutty bimbos, tits, asses, and so much sex. Pounding pussies, slamming booties, bouncing titjobs, desperate blowjobs all smashing straight into their tiny brains…

Moans, groans, and screams of ecstasy filled the air as their shrunken, slow bimbo minds sank into the growing lakes of perversity that were filling their skulls. Everything else was washed away in the flood – independence, goals, homicidal impulses… Everything that didn’t fit in the image of the devoted duo of bimbo sluts they were becoming. Everything rushing, pounding, sizzling as more and more poured in, until…

There was a soft, almost gentle series of pops as the pair’s eyes transformed completely into swirling pink spirals. A moment later, and there was another set of pops as their uniforms burst open, their tits swelling up to titanic size, their skirts ripping as their behinds followed suit. Drool poured from their tongues, their eyes staring vacantly, vapidly forwards, the two looked completely identical.

Just what you’d expect from the new Ultimate Bimbo Twins…

…

Chihiro looked around as he heard steam hissing from the clone pod, and a ding from the machine brainwashing Toko. That had been fast. Almost instant, actually. Had he put the settings in right? There was no way she’d been converted that easily, was there…?

But any worries he had were soon put to rest as the various restraints were released, and a pair of spiralling eyed brunettes emerged from the smoke, standing side by side with utterly vapid grins slapped on their faces. Coupled with the truly gigantic tits both were sporting, as well as the amazing asses, and he was confident he could call this one a success. Both girls looked like they’d stepped directly out of a porn mag.

Still, there was only one way to know for sure. Raising a hand, he snapped his fingers, and waited.

The spirals faded in an instant, the bimbos minds coming back on line with the sound. And when their eyes opened to see him, their reaction was almost as fast.

“MASTER!”

Both were by his side in a flash, wrapping their arms around his and snuggling his shoulders between their boobs. Honestly, they were practically mirror images of each other.

“How may we serve you sir?”

“May I suck your cock?”

“Do you want to fuck my tits?

“Shall we make out while you watch?”

“Wipe your feet with our backs?”

“Use our hair as a dishrag?

“We’re up for anything, Master!”

“Anything at all!”

“How may we please you, sir~?”

Eep. Chihiro swallowed, falling back a step without even thinking about it. These two’s intensity was something else. He had not planned for this part. “A-ah, well… Um. Well, let’s get home first, and, ah… We can sort all that out there!”

But it wouldn’t be that simple.

“We can fuck here, Master!” The bimbo on the left said, giggling as she followed after him.

“Don’t worry, we don’t mind!” The bimbo on the right agreed, also giggling as she followed.

Chihiro realised a little late that he had no idea which one was which.

“All we want is to please you – and to prove that I’m the best bimbo you could ever have~” Said Left as she latched on to his arm again.

Right latched on as well – rather forcefully. “She means I’m the best you could ever have~”

“I meant what I said, bitch~”

“Oh it’s on, cow.”

“Master, help us decide!”

“Yeah! Let’s fuck – then you can see who’s best!”

“I won’t stop until you know it’s me~”

Ooooh boy.

Yes, this bimbo would be his strangest, and most dangerous yet. An utterly devoted bimbo with no sense of restraint, times two. He was going to have to be very careful to make sure he didn’t end up smothered or dying from exhaustion…

What? You thought this would be dangerous because of Genocide Jack? Psh, didn’t you read the opening paragraphs of this tale? Please, the legendary serial killer was definitely only a rumour. How could someone like that be in this school? Though if you asked Chihiro, he was definitely under the threat of a force equally as relentless – the Ultimate Bimbo Twins.

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Request: I was thinking about this month fanfic and I was thinking about anime waifu sex toy shop where a shop keep travels to different worlds collecting different anime waifus to sell in his shop for a series. So for the characters for this month I was thinking about Megumin and Aqua.

“Oooh, this one, this one!”

“Huh. Did this just open?” Aqua peered in through the storefront window, her eyes scanning the contents within. There wasn’t much. “It looks pretty empty. Are you sure you want to bother?”

“Of course!” Megumin grinned up at her. “Everyone knows that shops that weren’t here yesterday have the best merch!”

“Oh, do they?” The blue haired goddess blinked, and took this fact on board. There were so many things she didn’t know about the mortal realm – honestly, learning it all was getting exhausting. She really should have just gone home an hour ago at this point, but she’d promised Megumin that she’d help her shop for new supplies in return for a few pranks on Kazuma – which had been very worth the price. (Plus she didn’t want any of those pranks aimed at her. Aqua was showing a surprising amount of foresight this week!) “Okay then, I guess we can check it out. Last one before we head home though.”

“Sure, sure.” The crimson demon acknowledged her in a way that left absolutely no doubt that she wasn’t listening, already skipping into the store. “Hey, Mysterious Mister Shopkeeper! What do you sell in here?”

“Huh?” Said ‘Mysterious’ Shopkeeper looked up from behind his counter at the back of a very empty store. “Oh, customers! Wow, I wasn’t expecting you so soon! Sorry, the, uh… The walls are a bit bare at the moment…”

He was a lanky looking man, seemingly fairly young, though it was hard to tell under the dark purple cloak he was wearing. It didn’t fully fit him though, and you could see a shock of black hair poking out from under the hood. Generally, it didn’t leave a great impression in a world filled with dark wizards and evil sorcerers… But since quite a few of those guys already ran shops in town, neither girl paid that any mind.

If you could put up with Vanir playing that monkey’s paw game a few streets down, you could put up with a lot of questionable customer service decisions, was the thing.

“Heh, trying to avoid the subject…” Megumin tugged on the brim of her hat, going for her own sinister wizard pose. “But you can’t hide from me! Tell me of your wares, now, lest I bring down a blight of destruction and madness upon you and all you hold dear!”

The other reason such a shifty appearance drew no notice was, of course, that being around a crimson demon for any length of time was going to get you way more used to this kind of thing than anyone should reasonably allow themselves to get.

Fortunately, the shopkeeper took it all in stride. “Hey, hey, sorry. I wasn’t trying to avoid answering – I was just surprised to see you. This is a toy shop – well, normally. I sell toy, figurines, plushies, posters… You know, that kind of thing.”

“Really?!” Suddenly, the party wizard was right up against the counter, bouncing excitedly. “Awesome! Where’s the merch? Where!?”

“Yeah…” Aqua was less eager, wandering in while still looking around the very empty shop. Empty shelves, empty aisles, empty walls… Aside from the carpet and the wallpaper, there was nothing here. “It doesn’t look like you’ve actually got anything to sell…”

The man sighed. “That’s… kind of the problem, yeah,” he admitted. “I’m afraid all of my stock has been stolen. I’ve got nothing.”

“Oh.” The explosion mage’s shoulders drooped. “Damn, that sucks.”

Yep – she may have grown into an adult physically, but mentally, Megumin would never change.

“Tell me about it,” the shopkeeper laughed ruefully. “I almost had a complete collection, too!”

“Well, do you know who stole it?” The wizard wasn’t quite willing to let this go so easily. “Maybe we can go on a quest to get it back for you! And then you can give us a discount on any purchases~”

But he just chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah. Sorry – I doubt you can follow after them. They’ll be at least five dimensions away by now…”

The two adventurers blinked. “Huh?”

“Uh, nothing!” The shopkeeper coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, uh, the only thing I can do is start from scratch and start collecting all over again. It’s going to take time, and a lot of work, but that’s probably the only way I’ll get close to having my collection again. Ugh, this is going to take forever…”

Aqua leaned over the counter and patted him on the shoulder. “There there. Your misfortune is great, but perhaps if you repent for your sins and pray for mercy from the heavens, the Goddess Aqua might send a blessing or two your way.” She gave him a bright smile, as if she’d just given him helpfuladvice, before turning to Megumin. “Shall we go?”

The smaller spellcaster sighed and nodded, turning with her fellow adventurer and heading for the exit.

Meanwhile, the shopkeeper was looking thoughtful. “Goddess… Aqua? Ah… Oh, of course! Wait a moment, ladies – maybe you can help me out after all!”

The pair paused at the door, looking over their shoulders at him. “Help how?” The mage asked.

He grinned. “Actually, I’m something of a toy maker myself – I sculpted many of my old collection personally. And since I’m starting out, I was wondering, perhaps the two of you would like to be models for me?”

“Ooooh… That could be cool…” Already, Megumin was thinking about what she could do with a figurine of herself. Cool action scenes, dynamic poses, even edgy dioramas! The possibilities were limitless!

Aqua was a harder sell, though. “Heh, silly mortal,” she chuckled, the back of her hand covering her mouth. “Do you really think someone like me would deign to pose for just anyone? It would take a royal sculptor or the greatest artist of this age to properly capture-”

“I’ll pay.”

“Deal!” Suddenly she was at the counter, hand extended to shake. Then she blinked, and withdrew, looking considerate. “Wait a second. Pay how much?”

She’d fallen for this trick before!

“Well,” he said, thinking. “How about I pay you the sort of price I’d expect your doll to fetch? For a fine specimen like you, I’d certainly be asking for a few thousand eris…”

“A few thousand eris?!” You could practically see the E signs in her eyes.

“And for the lovely mage, well, a figurine based on her should go for a good amount as well. I’m sure she’d be super popular.”

“Yeah!” Megumin was all in. The chance to be a popular figurine was one any crimson demon would level a city for! Hah, wait until she told Yunyun~ “Show me where to sign!”

The shopkeeper grinned, the light falling on his hood just enough to show it. “Ah, I’m glad you asked. Here, I have a few prepared…”

He reached under the counter and pulled out a pair of scrolls, unrolling them next to the till. Then, with a flick of the wrist, he pulled out a pair of quills and set an ink pot down on the table. “Feel free to read them through, and sign on the dotted line when you’re ready.”

Yeah – as if these two were going to waste their time reading. They had stuff to do today! The only part of the contract that Aqua cared about was the part about how much money she’d get, and Megumin was already signing. This was the proper spirit of the crimson demons!

“Wonderful! Okay then…” As soon as they were done, he snatched up the contracts and slid them away, before opening up the door in the counter. “Step on right this way. My studio is just through here.”

He led them through a corridor into the back of the shop, and both women followed him curiously. Well, Megumin did. Aqua was still fantasising about all the bubbly she could drink once she got her surprise bonus paycheque…

It turned out the back was much less empty than the front. There was, indeed, a whole studio back here, a small artist’s workshop filled with all kinds of work stations and tools. There were paints and paintbrushes left next to stacks of canvas, chisels and files next to blocks of wood and stone, needles paired with all kinds of coloured thread, all scattered about the place in a chaotic fashion that probably only made sense to the one who’d put the place together.

But the shopkeeper walked past all of that, instead walking over to a pair of boxes that looked like wardrobes at first glance. They were certainly tall enough, but they were a fair bit wider, and with only one door. Made of black, smoothed metal, they blended in with the background until he stopped right next to them.

“Here we go,” he said, pulling the strange devices open, sliding the front sides out like doors. “Just step in here and we can get to work.”

“Uh…” Aqua peered in, frowning. The interiors were about as large as a small storage cupboard, an empty space lined in a light blue marble-like texture. “What are these? I thought you wanted to make dolls or whatever it was?”

“Oh, I do,” he assured her. “These are just measurement pods. They’ll get all of your measurements in a snap – it’ll help me get your perfect likeness without you having to stand around modelling for hours on end. Big time saver.”

“Ooooh. Well, why didn’t you say so?” The priestess nodded. Of course, she of all people understood the value of saving time! Why take ages on something when you could get it done in a flash? It was so much easier! Though for some reason, people always seemed to complain when she tried to take shortcuts. Always whining about ‘collateral damage’ or something…

She hopped in, flashing the shopkeeper a thumbs up and a wink, while Megumin was already clambering into the other chamber. “I’ll strike a proper dynamic pose for you!”

“Please do,” he said, chuckling as he pushed the pods closed, sealing the locks.

Now all he had to do was wait.

Inside, Aqua was doing her best to stand stock still, holding herself with her arms at her sides in the center of the chamber. She was, after all, a goddess of the arts, and prided herself on her abilities as a Muse. Thus, she knew well that any artist you were posing for needed absolute stillness in order to take your likeness.

This was not a situation that would last, obviously. This was Aqua. After a few minutes, five tops, she’d get bored and start fidgeting, remember she needed to use the bathroom and demand to be let out, or something like that. Art may have been her gift, but lack of focus was her curse. Fortunately, though, that wouldn’t be an issue.

Her first clue about how these pods worked was when a spell circle lit up beneath her – too bright and unfamiliar for her to discern its purpose, but seeing the magic at work was enough to put her at ease – this wasn’t one of those silly weird tech things from Kazuma’s world. Those were always bad news here.

No, it was just a spell, and as she watched, she saw a ring of light emerge from it, slowly travelling up her body, scanning every nook and cranny. It tickled slightly as it passed over her bare skin – which Aqua had quite a lot of, and she struggled to hold in the fit of giggles it caused – but rose over her without issue, vanishing into the ceiling. Then another rose up from the floor, carrying the same path, and she prepared herself for another mildly ticklish sensation.

It didn’t feel like that this time though. No, instead, she found herself pleasantly surprised as the ring slid up her legs, warming and stroking her skin like an expert masseuse. Muscles were kneeded, and stress was worked, leaving her legs feeling delightfully relaxed as it passed over them, and leaving her looking forward to when it got to her arms. She wasn’t disappointed, and had to work even harder to stop herself from moaning as all the tension and knots that had been building in her arms and shoulders were quickly squished and squeezed out of existence – a smiling goddess left in the light’s wake.

She didn’t see the plastic-like sheen that her flesh took once the ring had passed.

By the time the third ring was rising up over her, though, she was starting to feel funny. That relaxed sensation hadn’t gone anywhere – in fact, it was starting to sink deeper. She was starting to feel rather… soft. Finding it difficult to stay upright. Despite her still not-slipped-yet focus, she couldn’t help but lean back against the wall of her pod. Its strength kept her upright, and she sighed as the lovely ring rolled over her once again.

It was when the fourth ring began to rise over her that all the strength she had left drained out of her muscles, like air hissing from a popped balloon. She found herself sliding down to the floor, landing on her surprisingly soft behind, her legs spread out in front of her, arms laying open at her sides. That was when she noticed that something wasn’t quite right here. Blinking slowly, she tried to call out for help – but strength had left even her voice, and there was nothing she could do to resist as the fourth ring hovered over her face, making her eyes lose focus and stare blankly straight ahead.

The fifth ring was the most serious, and the one that sent pleasure buzzing through her. She could sense it the moment it appeared, rising up around her spread legs and planted ass in one quick motion before narrowing down around her. But in that moment, everything it covered changed. Her legs stiffened completely, turning to soft and pliant silicone. Her ass did the same, expanding slightly under her and almost knocking her limp form over. And her slit, in an explosion of pleasure, spread itself open, turning itself into an eternally open love hole – with all of her clothes dissolving into thin air, leaving her nothing to cover herself with.

The transformation continued, to both her rising panic, and incredible delight, her waist taking on a plastic-y smoothness, and her breasts growing out to fat cantaloupe sizes before also transforming into fat balls of rubber. Her arms didn’t resist either, her fingers merging together into useless mitts, flopping limp at her sides.

And then the ring rose over her face too.

Her mouth opened wide, her lips curling into a perfect circle, before freezing, her tongue melting away as her throat became just another fuck hole. Her nose sealed up, and her eyes solidified completely, little more than painted on features. Even her long blue hair, one of her proudest features, was reduced to nothing more than a nylon wig.

When the pod opened, the great goddess Aqua had disappeared – the only thing within it was a blue haired sex doll.

‘What… What happened?!’ She found herself thinking, her thoughts starting to clear as the ritual ended. ‘Why can’t I move? Why am I naked?!? Ah, oh no! Kazuma! KAZUMAAAAA! SAVE MEEEEEE!’

Megumin, meanwhile, was staring to feel rather stiff. She’d done just as she promised, striking a dynamic action pose as soon as the door had sealed behind her, her staff raised, her other hand out behind her, her feet planted as if she was casting a powerful spell. And just as with Aqua, the floor below her had lit up with a spell circle, a light ring that she took as a scanning spell rising up and circling around her.

But unlike with Aqua, she didn’t experience a strange softening sensation. Instead, she was starting to find it hard to move at all. Unlike her fellow party member, the crimson demon was entirely willing to hold this pose for as long as it took – but that was starting to become none optional. Even blinking was a struggle after the first ring had scanned over her.

It ceased to be a thing at all after the second. She just found herself staring blankly forwards, her look of fierce concentration utterly locked on her face. The mage couldn’t so much as twitch. Something was definitely wrong here. But despite realising that much faster than her companion, there was nothing Megumin could do – she was already trapped.

The third ring passed over her swiftly, and turned her skin and clothes both to hard plastic in its wake. Her dramatic robe and bold pointy hat were locked on to her now solid body, just as frozen as her face and pose.

The fourth ring transformed her knees and shoulders, installing joints anywhere where she needed to bend. Her hat became detachable, and her pose became one of any number of stances she could be moved to take.

It was the fifth and final ring that made her fate clear, though. That was when the chamber around her started to look a lot bigger than it had only moments ago. Before her plastic eyes, everything shot upwards around her – though as she swiftly realised, the truth was she was the one shooting downwards. Soon, she was less than a tenth of her original height, with a small plastic base materialising beneath her.

When the door to her pod opened, all that was within was an amazingly detailed Megumin figurine.

‘I didn’t give permission for this!’ She cried out in her head, her lips now eternally silent. ‘Turn me back! Turn me back or I’ll explosion the crap out of you!’

An empty threat, alas – her magic refused to respond to her call.

The one who responded instead was the shopkeeper, scooping her up on her stand, before walking over to the other pod and pulling out the unmistakable sex doll that Aqua had become. “I can’t believe I almost didn’t recognise you two when you came in!” He was saying. “God, I was so hung up on my stuff getting stolen that I almost didn’t recognise two of 2016’s best new babes! You two will be a fantastic start to my new collection. A Megumin figurine and an Aqua sexdoll – I can’t believe my luck!”

Said figurine was raging, trying to struggle and achieving nothing as she was carried away. ‘Lemme go! Explosion! Explosion!’

‘No, turn me back! I’m a goddess, not a sexdoll!’ Aqua’s whines likewise went unheard as the pair were brought back out front.

“Well, I can’t put you out front,” the shopkeeper chuckled as he patted the former goddess on the head. “But I think this figurine will look good up on the centre display…”

‘Oohh, yeah, the centre display. I’m such a cool figurine, everyone should look at me! – w-wait, no, I… I’m not… I’m not a figurine… But… But I’m so cool…!’ Confusion entered the figurine’s thoughts as she was set up in the window for everyone to see. She could feel the eyes of every passer-by watching her, a warm pride filling her plastic chest as her head got even fuzzier. ‘Yeah… Look at me… Stare at me… Play with me~ I’m such a cool figurine, everyone wants me~!’

Meanwhile, Aqua’s thoughts were becoming tangled as she was carried behind a curtain to the ‘adult’ portion of the shop, and set up sat on a podium against the back wall, with all of her charms on full display.

‘I’m a… goddess… Not a… sexdoll… I’m… I’m a… I’m a goddess… Not… No… I’m… I’m a… god doll…? Not a… sex ess…? No… No, I’m… I’m… I’m not a… goddess… I’m a sex doll… Not a goddess…? I’m a sex doll, not a goddess… I’m a sex doll, not a goddess!’

Happy certainty gripped her as her new purpose sank in, and Aqua the goddess faded from her mind – replaced by a very eager sex toy.

Finally, the two new collectors pieces settled.

‘Play with me~ Play with me~ Play with me~!’

‘Fuck me~ Fuck me~ Fuck me~’

And the shopkeeper returned to his counter, smiling.

“Okay,” he said, reaching under the counter and pulling out his multiverse-travel controller. “That’s two pieces of inventory back in stock. But it’s going to be a lot of work getting this waifu merchandise story up and running again.” He chuckled quietly, studying the multiverse map. “So many waifus out there to collect… Where shall I head next…?”

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Request: I'd like a opposite retelling of the Rin assnosis stories, with Luvia being the one being entranced into a brainless slack jawed bimbo who is compelled to shake her hypnotic tits endlessly to a rhythmic tempo. A similar setup is her downfall, Luvia is cursed by her common born rival one night, and must place her hands behind her head and shake her giant tits widly whenever she hears music. She tries to resist this as much as she can, her pride as a magus is on the line here, but eventually she catches a glimpse of her own breasts swaying hypnotically in a mirror, and it isn't long before all her brains and knowledge of complex magic theories, her personality and memories, and even her love for Shero sink down into her chest to make the already well padded orbs into enormous and bursting out of her dress, heavy sacks of fat that hang off of and wobble most gloriously in front of her.

Life was good for Luviagelita Edelfelt. Her studies were progressing at an excellent pace, her investments were paying plenty of dividends, and her rival, one lowly Rin Tohsaka, had been put firmly in her place. Oh, that had been delightful. She’d answered a question in class using Faldam’s Root confirmation theory as an example – only to twist her tongue and end up using Endhiem’s Root conceptualization theory instead. Ha! Naturally, the elegant drill sporting blonde had gently corrected her word choice, and the lesson had continued on without interruption.

Tohsaka would be reeling from that one for months! Her reputation in the Clock Tower was in shreds, people would be questioning if she actually knew what she was talking about for years, and really, Luvia wouldn’t have been surprised if the poor country bumpkin’s apprentice maybe started looking about for a teacher who was a little more refined than such an obvious fool~ Ah, yes, it had been a simply wonderful day – and the cherry on top of it all was her memory of Rin’s glare, following her all the way across the city. That was going to keep her warm at night from now on.

Yes, that was life in the Clock Tower. With all the politics and power plays going on every day, you simply couldn’t afford to be making such amateur mistakes! Maybe Rin could have styled it out if she’d had the chance, but, well, Luvia couldn’t have allowed that. One had to take proper responsibility for their mistakes, after all~

So, having put that amazing work day behind her, the blonde heiress had returned to her mansion to continue her personal projects. Walking with death, pushing the bounds of sanity and reality, taking a few swings at reaching the Root - you know, standard mage stuff. And normally, that would have been the end of it. A good day for Luvia, a bad day for Rin, these things happen.

But the thing was, just as Rin brought out the worst in Luvia… It really couldn’t be stated enough that Luvia also brought out the worst in Rin. As Luvia was about to find out…

A knock came at the door of her lab – three strikes on the right, a pause, and then two delivered on the left. The correct code for this week. Sighing, the blonde set down her gems and sealed up her studies, making sure no intruders could steal her work, before descending the steps down to the entrance. Her lab took up an entire floor of the mansion, and naturally she was the only one allowed to enter.

“Yes? What is it?” Her tone was brusk, but not all together unpleasant when she pulled open the door. The truth of the matter was that Luvia was, in almost all respects, a generous (if somewhat haughty) and graceful woman so long as a certain red-wearing devil was nowhere in the vicinity. Some of that was a façade, a persona that she donned as any mage did when dealing with others… But most of it was just her genuine personality.

The red haired maid on the other side bowed politely. “Forgive the interruption, Mistress, but a message has arrived for you.”

“Oh? Ah, my thanks.” She took the presented envelope carefully and looked it over. It bore all the markings of a message from the upper echelons of the Clock Tower. “Ah, I suspect this is what I’ve been waiting for for some time… Thank you, Eclair. I shall call you if I need you.”

“Of course, Mistress.” The maid bowed once more, before leaving to resume her duties. She was a good employee – though it certainly helped that Luvia paid well.

The blonde closed and locked the door, before re-examining the letter. Yes, she’d been expecting this. A note of recognition – after all, there was no denying she was a truly exquisite magus. Wealthy, intelligent, strong, and of course, ruthlessly fabulous… Oh yes, she’d been waiting for one of the higher ups to notice her for some time~ Now, which Lord had finally wised up and decided to offer an alliance to the next generation of magecraft? Smirking, she plucked up a letter opener from a nearby desk and sliced the envelope open.

Her mistake became apparent immediately. Red energy crackled out from within the moment the seal was broken, striking like a coiled snake. She dropped the envelope instantly, but it was too late – the power detonated straight into her chest, a hot flash running through her nerves.

Then it was gone – like it had never been. All that was left was the envelope fluttering to the floor – and, sliding out from within it, a card bearing the crude image of certain twin tailed magus, pulling down her eyelid at the viewer.

“Rin,” Luvia snarled, rubbing at her chest just below the collar. She wasn’t so naïve as to think that whatever magic she had just unwittingly unleashed would be satisfied with a simple shock. That had been a curse, and one that had snared her completely. How utterly humiliating. At least no one had seen her blunder.

So this was how that irritating bumpkin chose to take her revenge? How uncouth. Stooping to such levels… Well, what could she have expected? It wasn’t like that girl had any actual manners. A civilised mage like herself, well, she would have walked off the embarrassment without a second thought, naturally. But clearly that was far too much for that clown to manage.

Irritating. But, ohoho, the poor dunce had already screwed up. She’d probably been hoping that Luvia would open the letter surrounded by her servants, or perhaps even at the front door, in public. Then the fact that she was cursed would have been impossible to hide – rumours would have spread, and my, it would have been a minor scandal for one of her status… Alas, unfortunately for Rin, Luvia had opened it in her lab, where not only did she have complete privacy, but she also had the tools to neutralise this curse before it did whatever it was programmed to do.

Hmph. Nice try, Tohsaka~

Hiding a haughty laugh behind the back of her hand, Luvia walked back up the stairs – her pace carefully measured, because she wasn’t panicking, after all – and turned to one of her many, many walls of books. Running a finger over a few spines, she hunted for the tome she needed… Ah! Ebenezer’s Calamity Compendium. Yes, that would be perfect. With this as a reference, Rin’s silly prank would be undone in no time.

Smiling, tome held under her shoulder, the blonde walked over to the empty desk she reserved for such small, practically incidental cases, getting it set up for the work with a casual hand. Yes, she was going to treat Tohsaka’s little trick with all the urgency it needed. It would be an amusing distraction from her serious research – practically a break, in fact! So, she’d set up some nice lighting, get a comfortable chair, and even put on a little music before settling down to work out what this curse did.

Oh yes, she couldn’t wait to rub it in Rin’s face just how lightly she’d taken her curse. So it was with a smug smirk that she lowered the needle on her gramophone, setting the vinyl turning, and sat down to work as the first notes of classical music began to play…

Only to immediately snap back up to her feet, her hands shooting behind her head and thrusting out her chest. She blinked. What the…?

Then, as the music continued to fill the air, she found herself shimmying, shaking and bouncing, practically dancing with her upper body to the beat of the tune. She couldn’t stop herself – it was as if some alien force had seized control of her body from the neck down, and was now focused on flaunting her (admittedly impressive) chest to an invisible audience.

“You… You dare?!?” She snarled, attempting to wrest back control of her body, and only succeeding in jiggling her chest harder. “Cease this at once!”

No response came. Worse, she had chosen a rather lively track for her curse breaking research – something fitting to her mood. But now that decision was working against her. The quick tempo and loud, orchestral beat made for a demanding rhythm, one that almost shook her breasts right out of her dignified blue dress. The movements were almost as exhausting as they were humiliating, and there was no end to them until the record reached the end of the track…

At which point the entire thing met a gandr blast head on, exploding into pieces underneath Luvia’s fierce, breathless glare.

So. That was what the curse did. How novel. Whenever she heard music, no matter what kind, she was irresistibly compelled to shove her tits out and dance for anyone watching. Yes, that would certainly be a humiliation that she might never recover from if it happened in class. But once again, Rin had over-estimated herself, and her little trick had gone off early. Now, the heiress of the Edelfelt knew what she was dealing with.

She took a breath, pushing the incredible fires of rage she felt down. Tohsaka would pay for this, oh, she would pay dearly. But for the moment, she had to remember that she was a woman of grace and sophistication. She was not going to do anything foolish like scream or shout. No, she was just going to calmly…

Wait. What time was it? Her eyes flicked to the clock. Two minutes to six.

Shit.

Luvia was a kind and gracious girl… But she was also rich as hell, and insisted on living the extravagant lifestyle that entailed. Her tastes were actually rather simple, when you got down to it, but she knew that it was her place in life to demand lavish spectacle and ostentatious design. That was why she’d once tried to reserve the entire top floor of the dormitory when she’d first come to study at the clock tower, and why she’d later purchased her own mansion when that didn’t work out. It was also, though she’d never admit it, a good way of annoying Rin, who was pretty much flat out broke.

Thus, one of the things she’d insisted on in her manor was ludicrous and extravagant – live music to be played at the dinner hour, whether she was present or not. Several of her staff were talented musicians, and she’d had quite a few renovations made to the mansion so that when someone played in the dining hall, it could be heard throughout the entire house…

Because she was rich, you see.

Even in her lab she was bound to hear some notes, and the performance was due to go on for quite some time – time that would be spent wasted, and would possibly leave her too exhausted to cure her condition tonight. Unacceptable!

Growling, Luvia shoved herself away from her desk and rushed for the door. Had said door not been reinforced (it was the door to her lab, after all), she’dve slammed straight through it with her shoulder, but instead she was forced to lose precious time fumbling with the locks and spells keeping it shut. It was fine though, she just needed to reach the phone line in her bedroom to let her servants know tonight’s performance was cancelled…

Alas, she didn’t quite make it. She was half way across her room when the first twinkling sounds of a distant violin reached her – and despite her best efforts, that resulted in her body immediately sliding to a stop, planting her feet hard to resume her dance. God damnit.

Luvia groaned, rolling her eyes with pure irritation as her hands folded behind her neck, her chest proudly presented and bouncing. Well this was just great. She’d be stuck with this for a while. Oh she was going to make Rin suffer for this. Maybe she could get a nice date from Shero as a way to make up for all the fuss his so called ‘Master’ had put her through…

But for the moment, she was going to have to endure her body shaking and flaunting without her say. In fact, she’d have to do that twice as much this time – because in her haste to reach the phone, she’d managed to place herself directly in front of her bedroom’s full-length mirror. Wonderful. Not just humiliating, but she was going to get her nose rubbed in it too.

Heh. Well, if she got anything out of this, at least it could be a better appreciation of her own body. A smug smirk crossed the blonde’s lips. Fine, if she was going to be stuck this way, then the least she could do was enjoy it, right? She had damn good tits and she wasn’t afraid to admit it. Could that be why Rin had designed her curse this way, perhaps? Trying to reach what she otherwise could never hope to touch? Why, Tohsaka, how very flattering!

Bounce

And wow, even in this dress, she really did have a lot of jiggle, didn’t she? Ohohoho, once she really turned on the charms, Shero was going to be utterly helpless before her~ Just look at those babies

Bounce

Like that… Ah… Oooh, she was actually starting to enjoy this. It wasn’t often she got a chance to really strut her stuff. Of course she’d never admit that this had happened, but while she was stuck here, she had all the excuse she needed to just lose herself in the show. And it really was easy to lose herself in the

Bounce

… of… of those… b-beautiful… bountiful… b-b-b-

Bouncy

… bosom…

Luvia’s eyes fluttered, her breath slow and even. There was something surprisingly relaxing about all this. So surprising, in fact, that she hadn’t even noticed it was happening. The rest of the world was falling away, outside her notice, outside her attention, because everything that she had was focused on her chest.

Even… Even her thoughts were… slowing… and… and…

Bounce

… What… what had she just… been thinking?

Probably nothing important. She let out a mildly haughty giggle, finding herself leaning forward a little to get an even better view, and

Bounce

Ooh yes~ Mmm, they were so beautiful. So wonderful. So perfect. The perfect

Bouncy

Breasts. She could practically feel them squished up against the sides of her face, drawing her in, drawing her deeper. Ahhh… They were so soft. So smooth. So squish~ And every jiggle, every giggle, seemed to draw her deeper…

Bounce

… and deeper…

Bounce

… And… deep…

Bounce

The blonde’s jaw dropped open, a thin line of drool soon descending from her lips into her bouncing tits. The dance never stopped, her body shimmying and swaying still, but the light in her eyes seemed to dim as the mind behind them fell deeper and deeper into marshmallow heaven. It really felt like everything she had was sinking into those delightful mounds, her awareness, her thoughts, her sense of self…

And in response, those mounds were starting to grow.

It was slow at first – a slight swelling, like someone blowing a bit of extra air into an inflated pair of volleyballs, just as the notion that she’d been cursed was sucked out of her head. And then they sucked down the idea of curses in general, and the fact that she was in trouble at all, and grew a little more.

Soon, they were plumping up at a smooth rate, and accelerating with every concept and thought they could drain from the blonde’s emptying brain. Her masterful knowledge of gandr magic, her detailed notes on the political situation at the Clock Tower, her schemes for revenge on Rin, who Rin even was, all of it was swallowed down, stolen away and turned to wonderfully sensitive fat on her chest, which was now starting to strain her dress to breaking point. Each bounce and jiggle risked tearing the fabric holding her in for good – and she showed no sign of stopping any time soon.

Finally, the big stuff started to go. Her memories. Her name. Her knowledge of magic. Even such basic building blocks of her personality were drunk down by her tits – and in return for such big losses, she took on incredible gains. Her tits swelled bigger and bigger, her blue top straining tighter and tighter, until…

The image of a smiling Japanese redhead who she’d been nurturing quite the crush on dissolved away, sucked down, down, down, and…

RII-II-IIP!

Her top tore open, bra snapping, as melons that were unquestionably larger than her own head burst through the cloth, destroying her dress completely. Then, and only then, did they finally stop growing.

Luvia’s slack jawed expression had turned into a thoroughly dopey smile, her vacant eyes now hanging lidded, and one could practically hear the wind whistling between her ears just by looking at her. The music had long ended, but she made no move to stop staring at her tits, nor to stop bouncing them proudly. The drain of her brains was over, but only because there were no more smarts left in her head to suck down – everything that was Luviagelita Edelfelt was now lovely, jiggly boob flesh.

Time passed, the former mage still entranced by her own bouncy reflection. Outside, the sun set, and the world moved on. It wasn’t until several hours later that a knock came at her door once again.

“Mistress? Are you there?”

Drawn by the sound the blonde turned towards it, her mammoth mammaries still proudly displayed, and the empty headed bimbo watched as the handle turned, and the door finally swung open, revealing a stunned redheaded maid.

“M-Mistress! What-?! I… Oooh… Those… boobs…”

Bounce~ Bounce~ Bounce~

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Request: (Inspired slightly by the latest event on NA). The Servant Trap: Where do all of these ludicrously skimpy outfits come from in Cockaigne? It takes work and creativity figuring out how to best skankify the attire of Servants, and Miss Crane is the best there is at it. She barely needed to be corrupted before agreeing to keep skirtlines nonexistent and tops so skimpy that tits would pop out as a matter of course.

And as a thank you for all her good work, Cockaigne has decided to give her a fellow clotheshorse/understudy/sexpet of her own - the Caster of Colchis, Medea!

Cockaigne was a busy city. Its streets did runneth over with sluts. Corrupted servants strutted too and fro, brainlessly serving their masters or whoring themselves out on street corners. The Servant Trap had been a wild success, drawing in the greatest heroes of history and warping them into busty forms almost beyond recognition. The plot had even outlasted its creator, continuing to exist past the fall of the King of Magic and plucking heroic spirits from all corners of existence.

There was, however, another kind of fate that awaited a very select few Servants who were drawn into the eternal city of pleasure. Servants who, with just the right nudge, just a small tweak, would willingly embrace the corruption that the singularity offered, becoming not just victims of its work, but its executors as well. Servants like Medb, who was only too happy to walk about naked and fuck her opponents into submission, or like Boudica, who embraced everything the city offered her in the name of revenge. These were the Slut Hunters, who stalked the streets of the city hungrily awaiting the next arrival of a bewildered heroic spirit that they could break and tame for themselves.

But not all Slut Hunters served the city the same way. Not all of them were suited to roaming the streets, after all. Some Servants provided slutty services no one else could match – services that provided a boon for everyone in Cockaigne. Services that rendered them a little too useful to turn their brains to complete mush, so long as they were on board with the system.

“Oooh… Yeaaaahh…”

And in the workshop of one such Servant, it was quite clear she was happy to comply.

“So cute… So sexy…~”

The scratching of a pen was coupled with lustful moans and heated gasps, the flickering candle light illuminating frantic strokes and lines as they scored the paper.

“Mmn! Oh, I can’t wait to see her wear it!”

Miss Crane, the legendary weaver Tsurume-no-Kimi herself, was drooling over her sketchbook, pawing happily at the many skimpy, slutty, sensual costume designs scrawled in its pages with one hand, while desperately stroking between her legs with the other. To those who knew her from other incarnations, her appearance may have been a bit of a shock. The graceful poise she normally carried herself with was gone – she seemed to be in permanent fangirl mode, her cheeks flushed and her grin dopey, as though she was in the midst of a thousand idols in concert.

Which made sense, really. Her incarnation here in Cockaigne had come with a few alterations to her class – and with that class change had come a realignment of perspective. Like a General who became a school prefect with a switch from Berserker to Lancer, Miss Crane had gone from an idol fan who made extravagant dresses, to a horny pervert who made slutty dresses.

The difference was, admittedly, not that big, though it did come with two big bonuses that were happily bouncing on her chest, mostly exposed beneath the long white robe she wore open as her only garment.

But it was effective, and the hopelessly heated weaver had been working for the city ever since. Every outfit that graced a bimbofied Servant’s curves came from her workshop, originally. She had plans and designs for every girl who set foot in the city, and she was always sketching up more. Few things are more inspiring to a creator than uninterrupted horny energy, after all, and Cockaigne had an unlimited source.

If you wanted to put Jeanne alter in a French maid dress, Miss Crane was happy to provide, stitching together an outfit that was 95% lace and frills in no time. Scathatch in a bunny suit, oh my word, here, she had an entire rainbow of colours and styles to chose from. Turning all the knights into harem girls? Yes, she could get you only the finest silks and tassels to make your dreams come true. She had become the official Cockaigne stylist the moment she had materialized in, and she couldn’t have been happier in the job.

She was, in fact, doing so well with her task that, despite the fact that she never stepped outside of her workshop to hunt some Servants of her own, the mysterious powers that controlled the city had decided she was due a reward…

A hush fell over the workshop, and Crane paused in her work, thread still hanging from her needle. Curious, she looked around. Her room was a mess, to be truthful – filled with haphazardly scattered devices, looms and weaves, cloths of various colours thrown this way and that… She was the type of woman who could clean up anyone else’s act, but she’d never be able to sort out her own, you know? For all the airs and graces she put on to the outside world, she’d always been something of a disaster of a person, really. This had not stopped being an issue once she’d reached Cockaigne – honestly, it had just gotten worse since she’d pretty much sealed herself in her room and started living through vicarious voyeurism.

But something was about to change, for as she looked around, her eyes fell upon the appearance of a series of glowing lines sketching themselves on the floor, drawing themselves out together until they formed the image of an intricate circular design – a spell circle. Specifically, a summoning circle. Huh.

Light flared, blasting upwards through the circle as its magical circuits connected, channelling mana and power and the clink of saint quartz to pierce through the veil of reality and plunge into the swirling etherspace beyond. The foundations of existence trembled and quailed, shaken to their core by the sheer force of such a powerful ritual taking place, as a line was cast from this humble Crane’s workshop all the way to the Throne of Heroes – which then snagged, and drew something back. The air crackled, lightning forming rings in the air around the rift, as something began to materialise.

“Oho~ I’ve been summoned, have I? How interesting…”

The light died down, washed away like it had never been, and life rushed back into the world. All was as it had been – save for the presence of a dark, hooded figure now standing in the middle of the workshop. A female figure, judging by the shape of her, and what little could be seen of her face, but other than that, everything about her was shrouded in her dark robes. She certainly cut an intimidating figure.

“So, are you to be my Master, then?” Her hidden eyes seemed to lock on to Miss Crane, silently assessing her. “I see that tantric rituals are back in the rage. But… Wait a moment.” She paused again, stepping forward to get a closer look. “Are you not a Servant yourself? Hm. That would be a rather severe limiter on the power I’d be able to bring forth…”

Crane shifted uneasily, unconsciously trying to neaten herself up. Brush back a stray hair here, wipe off the drool here, maybe draw her robe a little more closed before the newcomer got an even bigger look at the goods… Sure, she was a slut now, but she still had her dignity to protect! … Sort of. Ish.

No, you got it – another complete lie. But she liked to dream.

“Um.” She coughed. Time to try and take control of this situation. “Who might you be?”

That… did not do the job. The new Servant stared at her suspiciously, clearly taken aback that her supposed Master didn’t seem to be expecting her. “Servant… Caster.” Her smile returned – but now there was a hint of sharp teeth that hadn’t been present before. “And you are not the one who summoned me. I see that now. How interesting…”

She stepped forward again, now leaning over Crane’s work desk to examine her more thoroughly. “Just what kind of grail war is this supposed to be? Normally my summoning would have included that information, but this time it was curiously silent… I suppose I’ll just have to extract the answers from you.”

“Grail war?” The redhead blinked, and then shrugged. “Oh, I dunno anything about those. I mostly just keep to myself and work on my outfits these days.”

All this time obsessing over her work alone had done all the wonders for her social skills that one would expect. At this point she and Osakabehime had far, far too much in common.

Caster chuckled. “I’m sure. But I’m also sure I can glean something from a thorough investigation of your mind…” She said, raising her fingers and snapping off a spell that should have bound the woman in front of her to her chair.

But nothing happened. The Servant blinked. “What the…?”

Crane’s eyes lit up in realisation. “Oh, right, you’re trying to use magic! Nah, that’s not going to work.” She shook her head, giggling a little before explaining. “This is my workshop, my magic’s the only kind that works in here. Like this.”

She snapped her fingers, and suddenly Caster found herself bound in shining threads of magic, wrapping around her limbs and hoisting her into the air, spread out like a star. She struggled, but she was, alas, just a Caster – the ridiculous super strength that so often empowered Servants tended to miss out on her class.

“I-Impossible…!” She gasped, teeth clenched. She was a spellcaster from the age of the gods, one of the most powerful to ever exist. How could her magic be so easily supressed? Was this a Noble Phantasm of some kind?

The redhead, meanwhile, got to her feet, wandering around her desk with an annoyed expression on her feet. “It used to be that I had to leave if anyone saw me in here, but these days it’s all turned around, and now you can’t leave if I don’t let you,” she said, tweaking the intruder’s nose and drawing an irritated grunt. “But I mean, I probably will, your outfit’s kind of meh…”

Caster gaped at her. “Wh-what?” She was completely caught, and this enemy Servant wanted to let her go? What was with this woman?

Crane just shrugged. She didn’t really seem to be listening. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” she sighed, reaching up and snagging her captive’s shadowy cowl. “I should take a look under the hood to see what we’re working wiiiiIIiiIIi-!!!”

The hood fell away, revealing a startled looking woman with long blue hair and pointed ears – one who looked entirely baffled and not a small bit enraged at her captor’s bizarre squealing. “What? What is that sound you’re making?!”

The redhead was practically bouncing in place. “Oh. My. God. You’re adorable!”

It was the last thing Caster expected to hear. “What.”

But Crane was excited now. The vague lethargy, the boredom and annoyance at having to deal with an intruder, that was all gone – replaced by eager energy and fangirl like glee. “The hair, the ears, the face! You’re just the cutest thing ever!” She wrapped her arms around the captive Caster, giving her a very unappreciated squeeze. “And such a sleek frame, too! Oh wow, this outfit does you no favours at all!”

“How dare yo-Mmh?!”

“Shhh, it’s okay~” The redhead giggled, pressing a finger against the other Servant’s lips. “You’re in the fabulous Miss Crane’s workshop now, so I can help you out! Ooh, we can try out so many dresses together! You’ll be my little clotheshorse bimbo!”

Caster felt the strangest pang – as though she was about to suffer an incredible amount of karma for something that she had not, technically, herself done. But no, she couldn’t allow this nonsense to continue any further. There had to be a way out of this. There was no way this slovenly mess of a woman had actually managed to trap her – right?

If only she could cut through these threads… Wait! That was it! She had her own Noble Phantasm to bring to bear! Her dagger, Rule Breaker. Yes, it was practically blunt, and there was no way it’d ever actually cut anything, let alone magically reinforced threads – but its true power was its ability to sever any kind of binding or contract, and that definitely included the magics keeping her held…

Just as long as she could actually use it. Unfortunately, with her hands bound like this, there wasn’t even a point to summoning the thing. She needed to find a way to get loose – just an inch of slack around her wrist. Then she could strike, end this farce, and repay her humiliation on this woman tenfold.

You haven’t seen revenge until you’ve seen a girl from Greek mythology go all out, telling you that now.

All she had to do was wait for her chance…

“Okay!” Oblivious to the blue haired woman’s scheming, Miss Crane had already grabbed a sketch book and a stool to sit on, twirling a pen between her fingers. “Let’s see – Oh! I totally forgot! What’s your name, cutie?”

Caster stared at her with a look on her face that she normally reserved for annoying loud mouth blondes who owned their own boats. “You cannot for a moment think that I would be so foolish a Servant as to give away my identity because you asked nicely.”

“Awh. Well, we’ll get to that.” The redhead nodded. “First, let’s see what we’re working with!” She snapped her fingers.

Being one of the greatest mages in history, the blue haired mage instantly recognised the spell her captor was working, and so she wasn’t surprised as her clothing unspooled itself, falling apart into threads and sequins in a messy pile at her feet (which was quickly kicked off into a corner by Crane). Her experience with magecraft also gave her a firm hardiness of spirit, which meant that she didn’t squeal like a schoolgirl at being stripped – in fact, there was barely any sign of embarrassment at all.

“Oh my feathers, you’re even more beautiful than I thought…!”

Okay, that got a slight blush, but it was an uncomfortable one!

“Oh, ideas, so many ideas, too many ideas! Ah, maid clothes, frilly dresses, gothic Lolita, they’d all look so good on you!” The magical seamstress was already scribbling away, her pen flying over the paper so fast smoke was starting to rise – though that may have been steam coming from her head. “How am I supposed to chooooossseee…”

Setting her discomfort aside, the naked Caster assessed the other woman carefully. Maybe she could turn her indecision to her advantage?

“Since it’s clear I can’t leave until you’re done,” she said, trying not to let too much of her humiliated rage slip into her tone, “perhaps I can be of assistance? I’ve been known to do some design work of my own…” Mostly models and dolls, admittedly, but she was pretty proud of her clothes designs as well! Not that that mattered, really, since the moment she got loose she was setting this place on fire… Still, though.

But as it turned out, that would not be necessary. “Oh! Oh, yes! That’s perfect!” Crane’s eyes lit up, and her pen shot across her sketchbook like lightning. “A designer! Eee, yes! Oh, you can be my assistant! And we can try out all the newest designs on you, ah, it’s perfect! Absolutely perfect!” She squealed again, hugging her sketch book to her chest proudly.

Caster raised an eyebrow at the display, but said nothing to contradict it. Why should she? It sounded like the deluded woman was going to let her go once she had this outfit sorted out. She’d clearly gotten incredibly lucky just capturing her – there was no ounce of sense or intelligence here. But all she had to do now was wait – and the instant she could use Rule Breaker, this farce was over.

Then the weaver stood up, her white robes fluttering around her, her naked body beneath no longer a point of concern in her laser focused head. She snatched up a needle, threading it with expert precision, reams of fabric and rolls of ribbon starting to float around her, animated by the power of her workshop. “Let’s get to work.”

With a wave of her hand, the small storm of stitching supplies swarmed in, circling Caster like sharks around a stranded swimmer. She glared at them suspiciously, but that was the limit of what she could do for now. Still, that was sure to change soon.

Miss Crane fluttered close, circling her strung up prisoner for a full rotation, before swooping in, taking the blunette’s foot into her hands.

“First, the foundation!” She declared. “Every slut in Cockaigne needs a good pair of slutty heels~ And you can have some dark stockings to go with, show off those lovely legs…”

Caster was about to retort, an acidic response rising to her tongue despite her attempt to lower her captor’s guard, but before she could, the swirl of clothcraft materials swept in. Plastic, leather, fabric, and a host of other ingredients shaped themselves around her foot, swiftly building and setting in the form of a black high heel, just as Crane had said. A moment later, and the other foot was shoed as well, with black nylon stitching its way up her legs until sealing themselves up at mid-thigh. Such was the magic of a legendary weaver, it seemed.

But there was something else, too. The mage couldn’t help but frown as she felt her skin tingle as each shoe slipped on, and then a warm spark shooting up her spine as the stockings tied their tops. A warm kind of energy that fizzled out through her body, drawing a slight gasp as it dissipated. Strange… Where had that come from?

Looking down, her legs did seem awfully smooth…

But there was no time to focus on that, because Miss Crane had already moved her attention to Caster’s hips, stroking and squeezing her hands up her captive’s thighs, before grinning up at her.

“Then a good pair of slide off shorts – enough pocket space to hold all your supplies, but super easy to just leave on the floor~!”

Caster yelped as her captor delivered an unexpected smack to her bare behind – and then found herself swallowing a whimper as threads and strands wove themselves around her waist. Just as promised, a pair of blue denim shorts appeared around her, though for such an expert seamstress, the mage had to note that they seemed a little loose, held up only by a dark belt.

That changed a moment later, and not in the way she expected.

“OH!” There was another sudden surge of warm energy, this time even hotter, zapping through her hips. It felt like a quick, toasty massage, like the threads that were hugging her hips were each caressing her, squishing and kneading her…

Even an experienced magus like her could be caught off guard, and the blast of pleasure that shot through her as her behind suddenly expanded was more than enough to do it. Caster found herself making a sound almost as high pitched as her captor’s squeals as ass grew like rising bread, swelling out to fill her new shorts and pouring a little around the sides despite how spacious they were. In a matter of moments, she’d gained a very proud pair of heart shaped hips and a blush on her face that would rival a matador’s cape.

“See? They suit you~” The redhead gave her another smack, drawing a dazed moan from the blunette’s lips. “But don’t rest yet, the best is yet to come!”

What? Caster blinked, shaking her head and trying to ignore the ache from her hips for another caress. What had been done to her? Her body – her vessel as a Servant – had been altered, just like that? Surely it was impossible… But, no, she could feel the results as clear as day. The cool denim pressed against her skin, the tight squeeze of the belt, the eager fire ignited between her thighs… D-damnit, this was bad! And there was more to come?!

“For a top, haaah, ooohh, a nice weaver’s robe~ All sorts of pretty, sexy, slutty patterns – just like mine! Just a shawl type though, less grand. You’re my apprentice, after all…”

This time Caster flinched as the threads wove in around her, but there was nowhere to dodge to. All she could do was grit her teeth as more spools of thread spun out around her, winding out in webs and nets to snare her. Before she knew it, a new white robe was settling on her shoulders – one close in design to the one that Miss Crane wore, but obviously shorter, and with fewer decorations. It fell around her more like a fleece than a cloak, knotting itself under her chest to provide more of a bra than her captor was wearing.

Like the skirt, it was pretty loose – and Caster was no longer ignorant of what that meant. With wide eyes, she stared down at her chest, trying to anticipate and steel herself for what was to come.

It did her no good.

The robe seized around her chest, cupping her like the friendliest bra in the world, before starting her latest massage, stroking and groping her tits like there was no tomorrow. It should have been unbearably uncomfortable, but somehow each touch felt incredible, each brush of fabric setting her nerves alight with pleasure. And, of course, with each squeeze, her bust grew…

Larger and larger they became, her chest soon feeling heavy with the increased weight. But Caster could barely notice that, since each extra inch just meant there was more of her that the threads could pleasure. Her eyes had rolled up in her head since practically the press. All she was aware of was an ever expanding source of the most wonderful feelings… And her own desperate struggle to keep them from making her squeal again.

Only once it had ended could she look down – and realise that she could no longer see her own feet over the massive shelf her breasts now created, just barely contained within their new white shawl.

Swallowing, she looked up at her captor, who was already circling around her again, and wondered if she could really endure all of this in order to get free. Gods, she hoped Rule breaker would undo all of this…

“And finally!” Crane spoke up again, laying her hands on Caster’s shoulders from behind, drawing a light shudder. “Hmm, the apprentice doesn’t get a full wide brimmed hat, but maybe a stylish little cap and some glasses, yes, get a little bit of the secretary vibe…”

She snapped her fingers, and Caster blinked as a pair of thin-framed spectacles that she certainly didn’t need appeared on her face, while the weight of a white page-boy styled cap settled on her head. Was that it? Was this torture finally done?

The threads holding her vanished in little puffs of magic, allowing her to drop to the floor. She staggered for a moment, her centre of balance utterly ruined, and she would have fallen if not for Crane’s hand on her shoulder. For a moment, she couldn’t help but stare at her warped body, stunned at the changes that had been made to her in such a short time, by magics even she didn’t know.

That moment of hesitation would be her undoing.

“Oh,” said Crane, giggling as her hands moved up to her captive’s pointed ears. “And a nice good scrubbing behind the eyes to get rid of everything a good slut doesn’t need in this city~!”

No! Caster’s eyes widened and she grabbed for her dagger, the Noble Phantasm materialising in her hand, but-

“A-aaahhh…?” She gasped as pink threads zipped down through her ears, and tangled themselves around her brain. They were all strung between Miss Crane’s fingers, the smiling, giggling mistress of the weave creating her own cat’s cradle with Caster’s mind.

Each strand wound its way around the mage’s thoughts, tangling them up and holding them in place. Before she could even think to swing Rule Breaker, her fingers locked up, and the dagger fell to the floor.

Then, the smiling seamstress moved her hands, and the threads started scrubbing. Strands of silk slipped through memories and traits and ideas, crackling with synaptic sensuality. Raw, unadulterated bliss poured through every corner of her mind, scraping away the tack of intellect. Like a thousand tiny brushes, they scrubbed her brain clean of burden and guilt, of memory and hate, of sense and reason. And it felt. So. Good.

A twitch of the weaver’s finger and Caster’s hand reached up to cup her own breast. A twitch of a knuckle and her other hand shoved her shorts down and slid between her legs. Like a puppet she was commanded to pleasure herself, to pump and squeeze and eek out every last drop of the person she had been – and like a puppet, she obeyed. Every part of her mind that was scoured away was carried away on a rushing current, directed down as fuel towards a building climax.

It was too much. Her eyes rolled up in her head, her tongue lolled out as the pressure grew to breaking point. She was- She was gunna- She was gunna-!

“Oh, before you forget,” Crane suddenly paused, freezing her puppet on the precipice. “What was your name again, sweetie?

“M-M-MEDEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!” Caster managed to scream as the seamstress gave her threads one last twitch, and everything that she had once been – the traitorous witch, the love smitten maiden, the elegant princess – all finally squirted out of her, drizzling out once and for all as she finally came.

“Medea, hm?” The redhead giggled as she finally released her threads, letting the blue haired woman slide to her knees. “That’s an adorable name! Ohh, I can’t wait to have you try on so many outfits…!”

She spent a little time daydreaming, gazing in awe at the cute/sexy costumes that filled her minds eye while the bimbo at her feet recovered. But soon enough, daydreams weren’t enough. She needed new outfits, and she needed them now.

“Okay! Assistant!” She snapped her fingers as she hurried back to her desk. “Get me the file on Atalante – suddenly I feel inspired for something Greek!”

And the instant she called, the former Caster snapped to her feet. “Yes Miss Crane! I’d be happy to!” She smiled brightly, her chest thrust out proudly, simply buzzing with brainless eager bimbo energy, practically the perfect assistant already. That much was clear from the way she skipped over to a cluttered table and grabbed a file from it without even being pointed its way.

“Here you go, Mistress,” she said, quickly presenting the sketchbook, flipping it open to the correct page. “You know, I totally think she’d look great in a collar~”

“Excellent work, Medie~” The redhead smiled, leaning over and kissing her new assistant on the lips for a job well done. “Now, I’m going to get to work designing these materials. You may take your regular position.”

“Of course, Mistress.” Medea leaned into the kiss, savouring it, before dropping to her knees and scooting under Miss Crane’s desk, squeezing a bit to fit with all her curves. Then, as her Mistress got to work, she gently parted the woman’s legs, and began her own.

Over the next few days, the workshop would get a bit of a renovation. The clutter would be tidied, the trash would be thrown out, the supplies steadily organized, and a little natural light would be let back in through the cleaned windows. Also, a much healthier diet was provided for the workshop’s mistress. After all, she had someone to look after her now – an eager bimbo assistant who would do whatever she asked without hesitation. One who could be found - if not following orders, handling her Mistress’s affairs, or working on her own design projects - happily situated between her Mistress’s legs, giving her passions a little inspiration as she worked.

A fine reward from a grateful city for the work she had done – and would forever continue to do~

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Request: With the arrival of a new peer, Medea ropes Miss Crane into a common interest they can share: making Artoria into the perfect idol doll. Will Seiba survive, or will she end up the pretty plaything of two master mages?

There were a lot of accusations that could be lobbied against the Chaldea Security Organization. They collected weapons of mass destruction practically on the daily with virtually no oversight (though most of said weapons disliked being called as such, and a fair few protested that the ability to chop one or two with a guillotine, or protect people with a chariot, did not lead to ‘mass destruction’, as such). They charged about the world and engaged in incredible incidents with no care for national borders or official records. The flouted the laws of mages and man in ways that’d make even the most rebellious punk blush. And they had the weirdly frequent habit of sticking really shady people in positions of power there. Not always, mind, but it did keep happening. They really needed to look into their hiring practices.

But the most dangerous thing about Chaldea was a more subtle one, one that most people never considered. That was its ability to introduce people and concepts that would otherwise have never met. For within its halls, Chinese tacticians met American industrialists. Wandering samurai from Japan duelled with British knights.

And…

“Ah, this outfit is perfect for my new models! Oh, and you even included little socks! These are wonderful!”

“Heh heh, well, I had a flash of inspiration... And don’t they look so cute?! Eee, I can’t wait to see them all dressed up!”

… Medea of Colchis, otherwise known as the Witch of Betrayal, met with Tsurume-no-Kimi, otherwise known as Miss Crane, and they formed an arts and crafts club.

In a few months time, with the benefit of hindsight at work, this would be regarded as one of the most dangerous combinations in the history of mankind. Alas, these were the before times, when the horrors that lurked ahead were not yet known. Nothing could have prepared Chaldea for what they were about to unleash – save both Servants’ Master, who absolutely saw it coming, but was far too easy going to do anything about it.

They were an odd duck, that last Master of humanity.

But anyways.

The two had immediately hit it off, because of course they had. Both of them were crafters at heart, both of them enjoyed similar areas of expertise, and both of them got just a little bit weird about good looking girls. It was a match made in heaven, and since both ladies were, in all fondness, nerds of an extreme degree, they were very quickly besties.

And so it was that, one day, while walking and talking in the halls of Chaldea, Medea invited her friend to visit her room.

“Listen,” she said, “I’ve got something to show you. But it has to remain a secret, alright? No one else gets to know.”

Crane had blinked and nodded. “Okay. Of course. Don’t worry, I’m great at keeping secrets! I mean, I never told anyone abooouut- never mind.”

Which had gotten her a suspicious glance, but ultimately hadn’t dissuaded the Caster of Colchis from leading her into her room, and then, once she had peered up and down the corridor behind them and firmly shut the door, revealing the shrine hidden behind her bookcase.

The redhead gasped as shining light illuminated her face. “Oh my…”

“Right? Right?” Medea drew inwards, clutching her hands to her chest as she beheld the same sight as her friend. “She’s perfect. Absolutely perfect!”

“I want to say you’re wrong…” Crane’s voice was little more than a breathy whisper as she approached the hidden shrine, reaching out towards a picture in its centre. “But I can’t. She’s…”

“Not for touching.” The witch’s hand yanked her friend’s wrist back before contact was made. “It took me months to get this picture. It might be years before I get another.”

“Right, right.” The weaver/bird bowed apologetically to her, before turning back to the shrine. “Sorry, couldn’t help myself. But wow. Who is she?”

“Artoria Pendragon,” Medea sighed. “King Arthur, in the legends of Albion. A Saber class Servant in Chaldea – although, to be honest, she’s actually managed to make her way into most classes in some form or another.”

Crane nodded, still lost in the picture. For a moment, both Medea and Miss Crane were making the exact same dreamy expression. That alone should have been enough to set off Chaldea’s alarms. The shrine was nothing special – a collage of pictures, shelves full of models, all dedicated to one singular blonde knight in silver armour. But the subject…! “She reminds me of someone…”

The witch nodded knowingly. “Yes, I don’t doubt. There are almost as many Servants who look like her as there are versions of her – but this one, here, is the original. The true face of the franchise, as it were. And sometimes the original really does shine the brightest.”

The pair spent a moment basking in the glow of a shared interest, and the picture of a beautiful knight. And then…

“Do you think… I mean, Would she… Maybe…?”

“Not a chance,” Medea grumbled. “She won’t even pose for a simple picture. Getting her into one of your outfits would be almost impossible.”

Miss Crane blinked at her. “… Almost?”

“Well, I mean, of course, if we… If we…” The witch trailed off, staring at the shrine. “Hm.”

“Hmm?” The redhead raised an eyebrow.

“Hmmm.” Medea pursed her lips. “It would never work. Unless…”

“Unless…?”

“Well…” The blue haired caster smiled at the red. “If you’d really like her to model for you, I think there’s a way. But it would be a little… underhanded.”

Crane peered at her suspiciously, before looking back to the shrine. There was definitely something unnerving about the way that Medea had said that – and she certainly knew that her friend could be a little bit devious, at times. Was it really worth it to get involved in a zany, and possibly evil scheme, just to see her clothes on the perfect model?

Her eyes locked on the picture. Oh hell yes, it absolutely was!

She smiled and nodded to her companion. “I’m in.”

Yes, Medea’s cunning and occasional lapses into fiendish ruthlessness, combined with Miss Crane’s obsessive and impulsive tendencies… It was like mixing nitro-glycerine and open fire. Walls were going to get blown down before this plot was through, of that you could rest assured.

…

Artoria Pendragon – Saber, when it would save time – was on edge, and she had no idea why. It was just a feeling that she had, a feeling that some sort of doom was looming over her. It gave no specifics, but she had long learned to pay attention to her instincts. Something sinister was certainly afoot, even if she had no idea what.

But that was no reason to become a coward. Artoria hadn’t earned the title King of Knights in her lifetime by being timid. If some dark fate was hunting her, she was all the more eager to confront it head on and beat it into submission. Hiding in her room and skulking around wasn’t her style.

Thus, despite the dark omens, the day found her practicing the same routines as always. An inspection of the armoury, a full meal at the cafeteria, and, of course, an extended training session in one of the simulators. As a King, she knew the value of being prepared, of maintaining your energy levels, and of beating the crap out of any army of enemies that came her way. If something bad was coming Chaldea’s way, then it wouldn’t hurt to keep her blade sharp.

And it was during that training session that she found herself running into one of the newer members of Chaldea’s Servant stable. A graceful looking woman in a white robe, and a very large pointed hat balanced atop her red hair.

“Ah, you are Miss Crane, are you not?” Artoria sheathed her sword, taking the chance to grab a drink as the Servant entered the room.

“That’s me.” The redhead curtsied politely. “And you, of course, need no introduction, oh King of Knights. It’s an honour to meet you in person.”

“The honour is mine, I assure you.” The blonde smiled. “Now, if you wished to use the simulator, I won’t be much longer.”

“Oh heavens no.” Crane laughed, shaking her head with a rueful smile. “I’m a caster – front line fighting is not my thing, I’m afraid. I’m much better at support. In fact, that’s why I’m here. I was hoping you might assist me practice my support magics?”

“Ah, I see. Hm.” Artoria cast a considerate eye over the woman. Support Casters were nothing new to Chaldea, and they were very useful in battle indeed – but one had to remember, one of the most prominent members of the support group was Merlin. Merlin. So, yes, Artoria was always cautious around Casters looking to help. “What kind of magics do you speak of?”

But if Miss Crane took offense, it didn’t show. “Clothing magic, primarily. I’m something of a devil with a needle and thread.” There was a flash of a proud grin. “I design outfits that let Servants tap into incredible power.”

“Oh?” The blonde raised an eyebrow, intrigued at the idea – but then, almost as fast, winced. “Ah, wait. I’m afraid I may not be of much help to you then. I’m rather hesitant to allow that kind of magic to be cast on me. Outfit changes have had some rather severe consequences for Servants of Chaldea before…” The scars of Summer would not soon fade.

Crane chuckled politely. “Entirely understandable, your majesty. But perhaps I can offer you something a little less extravagant? A few small adjustments to the outfit you’re wearing now should be more than enough to give you a demonstration of what I can do, even if it wouldn’t be the full effect of a new design.”

Interesting. That was a tempting offer. It wouldn’t hurt to try it out, at the very least. Artoria opened her mouth to accept, only to pause at the last moment, a familiar chill running down her spine. Her eyes narrowed. “… Medea isn’t watching us right now, is she?”

Crane’s eyes turned shifty. “Medea? Who’s Medea?” And for a moment she looked like she was biting her lip to stop herself from saying anything more. Alas, these warning signs went unseen, as Artoria was peering suspiciously at the door, where a theoretical Caster of Colchis might have been peering in.

But there was no sign of her stalker. The blonde breathed a small sigh of relief, before turning back to their discussion.

“I see. Very well. I’ll allow some small adjustments – so long as my outfit overall remains unchanged.”

The redhead’s dignified poise had returned by this point, and she nodded with grace. “Thank you, King of Knights. I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.” Then she stepped over a drew a shining thread from the air, threading it gently through Artoria’s blue dress, just behind the collar and between the sheets of armour.

The Saber class Servant peered over her shoulder uneasily, not feeling any particular difference. “Is that all?”

“Give it a try.” The redhead simply smiled and stepped back, clearly confident in her work. Very well. She’d put it to the test. With a simple command, Artoria summoned a basic enemy – a knight based on opponents that Chaldea had faced in a singularity that she didn’t personally like to think about too much – and threw herself into the fray.

To her surprise, she could feel the difference instantly. Her feet moved quicker, darting around the knight’s strikes with ease. Her blows were heavier, slicing through armour when before they would have only left dents. The opponent she’d selected to put up at least an appearance of a fight crumbled before she’d even truly begun!

As a demonstration, it was certainly apt. She could definitely acknowledge the new Servant’s abilities, and the degree to which they worked. It was almost enough to make her wonder what a full outfit might be… No, never mind.

But she wasn’t satisfied. That hadn’t been a challenge. She’d barely even started, and already the fight was over. No. No, she didn’t feel right with that. She needed something that would really let her try this upgrade out. Something that would let her show off properly. She punched in another command, and spawned a small horde of magical beasts. That should do it.

Once again, she felt the boost immediately. Normally, dodging through a horde of chimera might have taken some work, started up a bit of a sweat, but today it felt more like a dance. The monsters’ vicious claws, their snapping jaws, their deadly breath, none of it came close to her. She just spun and weaved through all of it, as graceful as a ballerina, and as deadly as a blender. Each strike hammered home into a weak point, each slice cut a simulated life short. She couldn’t resist the urge to parade her skills, deliberately going for inefficient attacks that she normally would have ignored, but right now just felt right, as long as they looked cool.

When she stopped, she was panting, and not because she was out of breath. The rush was incredible. But it still wasn’t enough. This wasn’t a challenge. How was she supposed to show off if she wasn’t up against a real opponent?

“I am sorry,” she said, brushing her hair back in irritation. “It’s been a poor demonstration so far. I’m insulting your efforts and hard work.”

“I… I mean, I wouldn’t say thaaat…” Miss Crane mumbled, hastily trying to hide the glowsticks she’d been shaking behind her back. “It- It looks like it’s going pretty well!”

“Your humility does you credit,” the blonde chuckled, drawing up the simulator command panel again. “But no, I can do better. Let’s try a real threat.”

And with a roar, a dragon, the strongest of all Phantasmal beasts, slammed down in front of them.

Miss Crane, as a sane person, screamed and scrambled for cover. Artoria, as a warrior who’s competitive streak was blazing out of control, grinned – and then charged.

The battle was everything she wanted. A powerful foe, a desperate fight, a deadly dance… And she really was dancing. Every movement was a twirl, a flip, or a strut, every second a moment to posture and pose. It was like she could hear an audience watching her, applauding her, chanting her name. It filled her heart with a feeling she couldn’t describe – such utter admiration. She wanted more. She needed more.

Her attacks became flashier, filled with sparks and fireworks rather than strikes made to kill. Her movements grew more exaggerated, as if she was performing to an invisible crowd instead of fighting for her life. And the thread that had been stitched into the back of her collar was starting to grow, a blue glow spreading through her clothes, even as she remained oblivious to it…

At last, when the dragon finally fell, dissolving into little specs of simulator light, she couldn’t help the urge but to strike a victory pose, planting her sword at her feet and gazing at her kill with a small, smug smile on her lips. And then she froze, holding completely still, even as the simulator shut down around her, staring unblinking into the middle distance.

Why should she move? She looked good. Everyone could see it in her. She could feel the gaze of the audience upon her. She could hear their cheers, she could sense their adulation. Why would she ever want this to end?

Hands fell on her shoulders, gently massaging any tension she might have left after the show. “That was wonderful, Artoria,” Miss Crane’s soothing voice whispered in her ears. “You should let people see this side of you more often. I’m sure they’d love to adore you even more~”

The idea echoed in the knight’s head, all the louder for the strange silence that had settled over her mind otherwise. Images flickered through her, fuelled by her sudden new addiction, of chanting stadiums, of the worship of the crowds…

“Yes… That’s it… You’re perfect. Just hold still, and let this be your eternity~”

Her entire outfit was glowing blue at this point, but she paid it no mind, too lost in fantasy, too busy basking in that phantom praise. What did it matter to her what was happening to her body, when her mind was being shown such bliss?

She ignored the creeping stiffness of her limbs. She ignored the threads weaving around her limbs, their touch turning her joints into hinges. She ignored the strange hollow sensation spreading through her chest and head. That was all irrelevant now – all that mattered was being seen and loved by those who adored her.

Until, at long last, the stiffness – the wave of peace and plasticity – rolled up over her face, permanently preserving her smug smile and distant gaze – and finished converting her from active servant to docile doll. Servant Saber was gone – and Artoria Pendragon, the perfect model, had arrived. And there she would stand, not moving an inch, her mind silent aside from the constant desire for attention and love, until someone else decided to move her.

Meanwhile…

“You… turned… out… Amazing!” Right on cue, there went Crane’s composure, desperately held on to until her work was complete. Instantly, all semblance of dignity and grace was thrown to the wind as she threw herself at her new mannequin, wrapping her arms around her with a wide smile on her face. “Eeee~”

The mannequin didn’t respond, of course – though deep in her hollow head, she thrummed with delight at the adoration.

“Oh, Medea’s going to love you!” The featherbrained seamstress giggled, before pulling back. “Now come – we’ve got to get back to her room before anyone sees…”

She turned and hurried over to the exit, peering out to make sure the coast was clear, before beckoning her doll to follow. And follow the doll did, golem magic animating her limbs to follow her given commands. Still thinking nothing – but hoping, in her empty headed way, that Medea would appreciate her just as much as Miss Crane had.

…

“Eeee~!” The doll had barely even gotten in the door before she was tackled by a blue haired Caster. “You did it! Oh, finally! At long, long last, you’re finally mine~”

Wish granted! If she could have, the doll would have given a happy sigh, but instead she just mindlessly marched forwards – dragging the noodly armed Caster hanging off of her along – over into her new position, at the centre of Medea’s shrine. There, surrounded by pictures and artefacts of herself, Artoria struck a proud pose, and locked in place.

Medea slowly slid to the floor, before bouncing back to her feet with a smile. “Everything worked as planned?”

“It did.” Crane sighed, finally allowing herself to look as exhausted as she was and sliding into a seat. “God that was stressful. But once she accepted my thread, I was able to hook into her competitiveness, just like you said. From there it was easy to flood her with more and more desire to be the perfect doll…”

“And she is!” Medea giggled like her younger self. “Ah, she’s perfect. I can’t wait to dress her up!”

“Me either~” Once again, the same dreamy look crossed both women’s faces, and once again Chaldea proved its negligence by not immediately going to high alert. “Ah, it’s totally worth all the trouble we’ll get into when we have to turn her back…”

The blue haired Caster gave her a sly look. “Who says we have to?”

Crane blinked. “But… Won’t people come looking for her?”

“Eventually, I’m sure…” Medea smirked, walking over to her new doll and brushing its hair out of its face. “But you know, between your outfits and my magic, I’m sure we can find a way to make them ignore our new toy here. And you know – quite a lot of the Servants around here would make excellent backup singers, if they do decide to come snooping around…”

The redhead blinked, a finger raised to her lips as she considered that idea. It sounded a little more fiendish than she should really be supporting… But then, on the other hand… She did have a lot of ideas for new outfits…

Oblivious to the schemes being plotted, though, Artoria simply stood in place, watching her owners talk, nothing more than an empty headed guardian. A doll, looking forward to being dressed up and played with, no more, and no less. But the faintest hint of awareness still in her, drifting blankly in her core, caught the faintest trace of the idea that soon, she might have some sisters.

She wanted nothing more. Then even more people would watch and adore them – and her, most of all. Why wouldn’t they? Was she not the perfect doll? Of course she was - and she couldn’t wait to show the world.

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Request: MHA-It is Momos turn for the hypnotists act at a villain magicians show and shes just come out of her trance. The challenge is for her to try and guess what has been changed about her and her friends so they can escape but shes having a hard time of it. After all they all still have their huge curves and Momo is still wearing her skimpy bunny outfit. None of her friends could tell the difference so she's really going to have to try and rack her bimbo brain for this one! (To clarify the other girls don’t have to be bimbo bunny girl assistance or bimbos at all – have fun with what they have become and who is there with her!)

“Annnd… awake!”

Momo blinked slowly, awareness returning to her like the tide rising up a beach. It trickled back into her head, one lap at a time, until the cogs began to whir once again, her brain booting back up. Uncertain, she looked around. She was standing upright, even though she felt like she’d just woken up… Where was she? What was going on?

Through heavy lidded eyes, she started to get her bearings. She was… standing in the middle of a stage? A brightly lit stage, with spotlights shining down on her and the others standing with her. She could see shadows of people out in the audience – looooots of people – but they were out in the darkness, out of sight.

Wait, wait, what others? She blinked again, looking around. Oh hey! It was Uraka, Asui, and Ashido! Cool, she had a bunch of friends with her! Awesome!

“Hey guys!” She giggled, waving. “What are you doing up here?”

There was a smattering of laughter from out in the audience, causing a confused Momo’s head to swivel. “Huh? What? What’s the joke?” She asked, putting a finger to her cheek in pure confusion. On her head, her pink bunny ears wobbled uncertainly.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that my dear.”

Huh? Who was that? That cool, strong manly voice… Were they speaking to her? Where were they? She spun around again, peering left, and then right, a hand up to her eyes as she circled around warily.

“Over here, genius.”

There was another burst of laughter, louder this time, as Momo turned around to face behind her – and found herself facing a dreamy looking man in a long black cloak and a white mask, perched beneath a tall dark top hat. He grinned down at her, and waved a white gloved hand.

“Oh! Hey Mister, when did you get here?”

Another laugh from the audience. Wow, what was so funny? She hoped someone explained the joke to her soon.

The masked man in the top hat didn’t laugh though, though his grin got a little bigger. “I’ve been here for a while, Momo. Don’t you remember?”

She giggled, preening and scuffing her foot against the ground as she looked up at him. “I think I’d remember a cutie like you, stud~”

Another roar from the audience, and this time a round of applause. This time Momo smiled, pleased that her flirty little line had gotten such a big hit.

“Now now,” he said, chuckling. “This won’t be half as fun if you don’t remember. Try to recall, Momo. Do you remember coming to the theatre?”

Hmmmm. Momo thought back, her brow wrinkling in concentration. Yeah… Yeah, she remembered now! She’d… She’d been on a visit to the theatre with her friends! That was right, it’d been some big play or something Uraka had been really excited about, so she’d gotten them tickets. But then, right in the middle of the performance, this big mean villain had burst in with a weird swinging watch, and… and…

Hm. It got kinda fuzzy after that? She remembered getting out of her seat to go fight him, and then it all became a blank. What could have happened…?

He must have seen her puzzled expression, because he chuckled. “Let me refresh your memory. You and your friends made a little bet with me, once you realised I had a whole hypnotised audience as my hostages…”

The crowd went wild, clapping and cheering. Momo, not wanting to be left out, did a happy little hop to join in. But what was he talking about? A bet? Huh, that did ring a bell, actually. What had it been?

The masked man chuckled. “The bet was that I would hypnotise each of you in turn, and then wake you back up after making a few subtlechanges…”

Another laugh. Was there, like, some other funny show everyone was watching but her?

“… And then, if you could tell me what I’d done, you’d prove that you had defeated my hypnosis, and I’d let you all go! Simple, right?”

“Oooohhh…” She nodded, bouncing in place eagerly – and encouraging her curves to start bouncing too. “Yeah, I totally get it! That’s, like, super simple, Mister!”

“Oh, do you think so?” He raised an eyebrow. “Because I’m afraid you’re last in line, Momo! Your other friends have all taken their shot, and none of them could tell any differences.” He gestured down the stage, to where all of her friends were lining up next to one another. “I’m starting to think it might be a little too tough for you – so tell you what, why don’t I make it a little easier? If you can find the changes I made to you, or to any of your friends, I’ll count it as your win.”

“Huh.” She blinked, then shrugged. “I mean, okay! I’ll totally win your little game really quick now though~”

He chuckled again, stepping back. “We’ll see, won’t we?”

Well alright then. Time to begin!

Momo turned to her first friend, ready for a super easy win. After all, she and Uraraka had known each other for years! Yeah, she remembered the first day she’d met her – I mean, how do you ever forget the day you met a seven foot tall orc girl, huh?

And yep, that was Uraraka alright. She was standing there with her arms folded, her big green muscles bulging so much they’d torn through the t-shirt she was wearing, just like always. It was already totalled from her, like, totally titanic tits anyway, y’know? Holes like that didn’t go away in the wash! Though the real victim was her jeans, ‘cus wow, that orc butt of hers was the biggest in the entire city, and it was already bulging through the tears it had made.

Where was she? Oh yeah! Uraraka’s big white fangs were, like, super scary, but she was actually super nice – y’know, as long as you didn’t piss her off or anything. ‘Cus, like, when she got upset, wow, she just started smashing everything. She was super good at that.

But… Huh. That was weird. She’d figured this’d be super easy, but man, she couldn’t see anything different! Hm, what could the change be?

“Hey, Ochaco, this is, like, way harder than I thought. Can y’gimme a hint or something?”

“Nah,” the orc grunted, brushing back her brown hair with embarrassment. “Me couldn’t work it out. Probly some big dumb stupid thing.”

“Awh, darnit.” Momo nodded, peering up at her friend again, before shaking her head. Nope. No changes here. It must have been something super subtle. ‘Kay then, on to the next friend! Momo skipped down the stage to peer at Tsuyu Asui, her little cotton tail wiggling eagerly behind her. “Hey, Asui, like, do you have any clues or anything?”

“Oho?” A green riding crop snapped out just an inch from Momo’s nose. “What’s this? Is our brainless little bunny trying to cheat on her big test? Perhaps she needs a little more training~”

Oooh, right. Momo giggled, bopping herself on the head. “Sorry Mistress Asui! I totally forgot~”

Yes, standing in front of her was the emerald terror of Musutafu. The queen of UA. The haughty Mistress of 1-A. Dressed in pure green skin tight leather, from her boots, to her skirt, to her buster top, to her flat cap, there was no doubting that the tall, dark haired Asui exuded dominance like normal people exuded… Uh. Stuff. Or something. Look, Momo had really worked her brain for that sentence, and it was totally fine that it had kinda given out at the end, okay?

Plus Asui’s titties were, like, really big, y’know? Second biggest in the class! Maaaybe she’d gotten a little distracted staring at them, but that was super natural! Like, who wouldn’t do that, huh?

The dominatrix snorted. “Somehow I’m not surprised. But no, I’ve no idea what these supposed ‘changes’ were. So you’d best move along…” Thwack! Her crop smacked against Momo’s butt, drawing a startled ‘eep’ and a jump from the poor little bun. “Before I decide to discipline you right here on stage!”

“Ah, yes Mistress! Sorry Mistress!” Momo saluted, before hurriedly hopping away,

So that left…

“Hey, pssst, Mina!” Momo peered over her shoulder at the hypnotist, before scooting right up next to her pink skinned friend at the end of the line and whispering. “Do you, like, have any ideas? ‘Cus I’m totally coming up blank!”

Ashido stared at her with the flattest expression she’d ever seen. Behind her, the audience was laughing again.

“Oh, c’mon Mina, don’t hold out on me! This is super hard! You’ve got, like, no idea.”

The response was still silence.

Finally, Ashido reached out and knocked a knuckle against her friend’s head, drawing out an exaggerated hollow sound, before pointing at her face and clothes. Momo blinked, and took another look, studying every detail.

Ashido’s pink face was slathered in white makeup, almost making it look like she was wearing a mask, with dark eyeliner and red rosy lips the only sign of colour left to see. Even her shirt was black and white, and the beret she wore on her head was black as pitch. It was a weird outfit, really. Oh, but it meant something, didn’t it? It was… It waaasss… Oh!

“Oooh riiiight!” Momo’s eyes lit up in realisation. “You’re a mime! Sorry, I, like, totally forgot. Gosh, I’m so forgetful today.”

Ashido rolled her eyes and shrugged theatrically for the audience, who were practically rolling in the aisles. But that made sense – Mimes were super funny~ Plus, people were always happy to clap for Mina – she was super stacked. She didn’t have the biggest curves in the class, but she had the best balanced hourglass, definitely.

But that meant… Hm. Was there anyone else? No, Ashido was the end of the line, and she’d already examined all of her friends, so… Oh! Oh wait! Duh! She hadn’t even taken a look at herself! Wow, she was such a dummy. Obviously, she’d totally recognise any changes in herself, wouldn’t she?

She skipped over to a full length mirror that had been left at the side of the stage, peering at her own reflection. Hmm. Everything looked the same, as near as she could tell. Same super amazingly big titties, eee, she was so proud of these girls! (She was totally the biggest in the group, even Asui was jelly). And, yeah, her ass was still pretty good too, even if it wasn’t as big as Uraraka’s…

Her bunny suit looked the same as ever too – pink and tight, just barely keeping her curvy frame contained, like any proper bimbo bunny should be. It had to be something smaller than that. Something easy to miss. Hmmm.

Momo put a finger to her cheek, staring straight into the face of her own vapid reflection. What could the difference be? What had that tall, dark, handsome stranger changed in her head? C’mon, this couldn’t be hard. There really wasn’t much in there to change!

Wait… Waaaait a second. The hamster wheel in her head was starting to turn, squeaking all the while. Wait, wait, wait! Yeah, that didn’t make sense! None of this made sense! Of course, it was so super obvious. How had she missed it?

“I totally got it,” she cheered, turning proudly to face the hypnotist and her gathered friends, tits jiggling with excitement. “I know what you changed!”

“Oh really?” He looked surprised. Heh, he’d totally undermer- undely- he’d totally thought she was too dumb to figure it out! “What’s the answer then, Momo Yaoyorozu?”

The bunnygirl giggled. “It’s a really silly change, but it’s, like, really obvious once you see it~” She grinned smugly, her hands clasped behind her back as she leaned in to deliver her answer. “So, hey, Mister. Did you, like, change us to make us think we used to be super heroes?”

The audience gasped. Even her friends looked surprised. But the only person she cared about, Mr tall Dark and Handsome himself – he just smiled.

“My, maybe you’re cleverer than you look, Momo,” he said, raising a hand. “But not by much.”

He snapped his fingers.

“Ugh!” Went Uraraka.

“Oh!” Went Asui.

“…!” Went Ashido.

And “Ah!” Went Momo, as every memory she had of being a hero – of attending UA, of every battle she’d fought, of every challenge she’d overcome – dissolved right out of her head. Popped like a soap bubble. Erased, like they were never there.

Which was totally right, ‘cus they never were! Heehee, Master had played a very silly trick on his favourite hench wenches~ Tricking them into thinking they were heroes trying to stop him? Gawd, who’d ever believe something stupid like that?

Master himself looked very pleased by his little stunt. “Ahhh, that was fun,” he said. “But, we’d better get moving. Girls, if you’d go and relieve the audience of their valuables? We have an escape to make, and I rather think I’ll be taking all four of you home with me.”

Well duh! Where would Master Hypnotist be without his best minions, huh? He was so silly sometimes.

All four girls moved out into the audience, starting the shakedown proper. Uraraka didn’t need any help – she just picked up every person she found and shook them until their money fell out. And naturally, no one could deny Asui. One whip of her emerald crop, and people were crawling on their hands and knees to give her every penny they had. Ashido was the one who needed to put the most effort in – but she was doing a fine job of miming shoving a Glock against her captive’s heads, so she had it all well in hand.

And what of Momo? Well, the bimbo bunny had her own tried and true technique for when it came to gathering money. She just bounced and skipped around the audience, shoving out her tits, and then giggling as people threw themselves into a frenzy to shove cash down her cleavage. It was her super special ace move as one of Master Hypnotist’s favourite minions, and it had never failed her yet!

She had to admit though – this had definitely been her favourite show to take part in, like, ever. And she totally couldn’t wait to catch the next one! And maybe, if Master let her, she could bring some other friends along to see it.

She just knew they’d all enjoy it just as much as she had~

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Request: Persona 5: Makato and Ann are back in the mementos and see a portal that’s a little bit different. It’s gold and pulsing to almost a beat of music. They enter and see nothing but a Gold Boombox, curious, they go up to it, and Ann being less cautious then she should be, turns the knob on it on. As soon as it turns on, music starts blaring out, and it’s about shaking what your mother gave you. A pink shine starts in their eyes and their asses start shaking on their own, startling both but are unable to stop, then they start bumping asses into each other gaining immense pleasure from it, so intoxicating they can’t stop and it starts to melt their mind to make the pleasure more powerful, taking everything they are and giving it to their asses making them grow leaving nothing but two butt bumping horny bimbos under the boomboxes control.

“Where are we?” Ann’s voice echoed through the empty room, her footsteps squeaking against the old polished floor. The place reminded her of some of the studios she’d seen while doing her modelling work, usually when dancers were involved. A dance studio, maybe?

Makoto didn’t have any answers for her. “I’ve no idea. Be careful. Anything could be waiting for us in here.” She was on edge, half expecting a trap to spring at them from any angle. “We really should have waited…”

“Oh, you worry too much, Queen. We can handle whatever this place has got to throw at us.” Ann shot her a confident grin.

But could they really? Makoto wasn’t nearly as certain as her fellow thief.

The two had been training in Mementos, preparing for the next heist by wandering around and beating the crap out of any monsters that tried to jump them (a brutal but very effective strategy) when they’d noticed something unusual. A portal, shimmering at the end of what would have otherwise been a dead end passage.

Neither Phantom Thief was a stranger to the roads of Mementos moving around on them. The place was essentially the physical representation of humanity’s collective unconscious, and sometimes the entire structure shifted like it was built on a tectonic plate. Humans were fickle creatures like that. But this was the first time either of them had seen a portal like this.

It was gold, glimmering in the air, and shimmered with a strange rhythm, almost a beat, sending rings vibrating out from its centre to the edge. Impossible to miss, and suspicious as hell. Naturally, the pair had been drawn to investigate – but while Makoto had wanted to call for backup, Ann’s impulsive nature had pulled them forward, noting that the portal might have vanished by the time anyone else arrived.

So, they had (somewhat reluctantly, on Makoto’s part) jumped in – and now, here they were. In what looked like an empty studio, an old abandoned dance hall, with nothing to show for why a portal had led here of all places.

“There’s got to be something. There wouldn’t be a portal to nowhere…” Ann muttered, walking further in.

Makoto sighed. “You have much more confidence in this place making sense than I do,” she muttered.

“Well of course! I’m a pro Phantom Thief.” The blonde winked at her partner. “And maybe I’ve been hanging around with Mona for too long, but I’m starting to develop a real nose for treasure. There’s something around here, I’m sure of it… Ah! Over there!”

She pointed, already dashing towards her discovery. Makoto followed, peering past her to see…

“Is that one of those old stereo things?” She asked, very much a member of the Z generation. “What’s one of those doing here?”

Ann, who was much better versed in culture than her studious friend, smirked. “It’s not just a stereo,” she said, sliding up to the device and patting it. “This, Queen, is a Boombox~ And look, I think it might be solid gold!”

“There’s no way it’s actually solid gold, that’d be way too soft to-”

“Hush, don’t spoil the dream. Besides, weren’t you the one who said this place doesn’t always make sense?” Ann giggled, bending down to examine her find. It was, indeed, a boombox – a somewhat old fashioned music player about as long as her arm and as wide as her waist. And it was a real brick of a thing – almost solidly square with only a little bit of a slope on the top to lead to its buttons, with two big, round speakers proudly facing out of its front. Shining in the dim dance hall light, she had to admit – this wasn’t just a boombox. This was the boombox. This was the image people thought of when they thought ‘Golden Boombox’.

“I bet it’s worth a fortune…” She whispered, fingers toying over its surface, testing and poking it to make sure it was real. “We could be as rich as Noir if we sold this!”

That got a snort from her partner. “I’m not sure we’d get that much,” the brunette said, leaning over to do an inspection of her own. “But if it really is made of gold, then… Yeah, this could definitely help with Phantom Thief funding for a while.”

“Awh. Well, I guess we can share it with the others. Although, do we have to tell Ryuj-oops!” As she spoke, her fingers kept exploring, feeling their way over the buttons and switches – and then she felt a click. She’d just brushed a knob from off to on.

Immediately a heavy beat pulsed through the room, rumbling through their bodies and echoing off the walls. Music began to blare – loudly!– from the speakers. Both women stepped back in shock, hands moving to cover their ears as lyrics started to play.

‘Shake it!

Shake it!

Shake what your mama gave ya'!

Shake it!

Shake it!

Shake on down! Feel the thunda'!’

“Turn- Turn it off!” Makoto yelled, gritting her teeth as the beat pounded through her brain even with her hands slapped over her ears.

“I can’t!” Ann was desperately fiddling with the knob, but nothing was happening. None of the buttons seemed to do anything! She pressed and flipped and switched, and the music just kept playing regardless. “It’s not working!”

Neither Phantom Thief noticed a strange pink glow entering their eyes, swirling around their pupils as the music took hold. Nor did they notice as they both began to sway, their knees bending, their hips shaking.

Well, neither one of them noticed that they were doing it. But…

“Panther, what are you doing?” Makoto had a clear view as her friend started shaking her booty, still bent over the boombox and failing to turn it off. “Are you… dancing to this?”

“What? No! Of course I’m… not…?” Ann looked down, only to realise with a start that dancing was exactly what she was doing, her butt bouncing in time with the beat. “W-wait, I’m not doing that… And Queen, you’re dancing too!”

The brunette blinked, looking down herself – and to her horror, she saw that her friend was right. Her legs were shaking, her ass was outright twerking - if anything, she was acting as if she was more into the music than Ann was!

And before she could think of how to address that, her body had spun around on its own, dancing her way over towards the boombox and planting her with her back to Ann, still swaying and shaking like crazy. She just couldn’t stop! Her body wasn’t listening to her brain, and her brain could barely think over the loud music anyway!

Ann was having the same problem, finding herself pulling away from trying to turn the boombox off to stand upright, shaking and swaying her hips like there was no tomorrow. She couldn’t even raise her hands to cover her ears anymore. They had laid themselves flat on her hips, arms pointed out to her sides, and nothing she tried would move them.

“S-some kind of charm effect?” She tried to yell over the music, the pink light in her eyes glowing brighter.

“M-must be!” Makoto agreed, her own eyes lighting up as well. “We have to-”

But whatever she thought they ‘had to’ do would have to wait, because that was the moment the boombox blasted out a particularly heavy beat, and both women found themselves thrusting their hips backwards, and their asses-

Thwack!

“Ooh!”

“Aah!”

- smacked into each other, sending a jolt of pleasure blasting up their spines and directly into their brains.

“Wwwoah, wh… what was that…?” Ann mumbled, her pink eyes spinning as her mind tried to recover from the delightful shock.

“Nhnm… I… I don’t know,” Makoto gasped, shaking her head to try to clear it. “Buh… But, we… We have to…”

Thwack!

“Ahmn!”

“Ooohhh!”

It happened again, blasting all thought about how they might get out of this bizarre situation out of their heads with twice the amount of pleasure. Ann’s jaw dropped open, gasping hard for breath, while Makoto’s eyes rolled up in her head and turned completely pink as she bit her lip.

“Hhaaah… Feels… so good…” The blonde panted, squirming in her catsuit, her friend grunting in helpless agreement.

And they both knew it could feel even better…

The pulsing, thundering music was blasting through their heads at full volume now, filling their minds with images of shaking booties and smacking behinds. Between the lyrics, they could hear whispered promises of even more pleasure, even more delight, if they just surrendered to the boombox beats…

Another smack was all it took to seal the deal.

Thwack!

“Huah~!”

“Yeees!”

With shining pink eyes and slowly widening smiles, the two Phantom Thieves gave in, letting the music move them, and letting the beat blast their brains to bubkes. The sounds stole through them, sweetly stealing their smarts and sinking them down into their asses. It felt amazing, the pleasure filling every gap that opened up in their heads. And as the rhythm continued to tick, their behinds began to expand. Slowly at first, swelling up and out, their tightening costumes starting to strain as they went for another bounce.

Thwack!

“Oooohhhh!”

“Haaaaaah!!”

But soon, those strains were reaching breaking point, as hungry flesh gulped down everything the beat was sending – and the beat was sending it all. Memories, personalities, abilities, all of it was blasted out of their heads and down into their booties, growing them out inch by greedy inch. Until, at last…

Riiiiip!

… There was nothing left in their heads, or of their suits. Just a pair of brain blasted, big butt slapping bimbos grinding to the golden boombox beat. All of their intelligence, all of their skill, all of their passions, all of their minds in general had been swallowed up – replaced with behinds so large they’d get stuck walking through a door. And they were delighted with the trade.

Transformation from feisty Phantom Thieves to slutty booty dancers complete, the pair separated, stepping apart so they were on either side of their beloved boombox. Their wide smiles didn’t fade even slightly, and their pink eyes glowed bright as they once again began to dance, the still playing music flowing in through one ear and out through the other for both of them. As one, they checked their hips to the side, their asses colliding with a satisfying smack right over their golden treasure, before swaying back the other way – and then doing it all over again.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Again and again they did it, shaking their incredible behinds together for an invisible audience – and they’d continue to do so from now on. All thought of anything else, all memory of their mission, all of it had been erased, leaving only a pair of happy, brainless dancers, shaking away in an empty dance hall.

Well, empty for now. But as the golden portal that led them here vanished, sealing them away in their groovy glute paradise, one had to wonder… Where would it appear next? And who else would join these two former Phantom Thieves and big butt slaves to the beat…?

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Request: Fairy Tail for me this time! Erza and Lucy are having a "girls day" out by Lucy's request, but as they walk through Magnolia they find something bizarre. A zoo that neither of them had seen before. As they enter they find themselves very perplexed by the empty cages and traces of enchantment magic looming over the area, and decide to investigate further. However as they enter the animal pens, they begin to feel strange. Erza finds herself slowly acting more and more like a gorilla, as Lucy starts adopting the mentality of a chicken. Once their mental transformations are complete, they are magically requipped with skimpy costumes mirroring their new roles, and they are ready to work as the zoo's newest and first attractions.

“Oh man,” Lucy giggled, practically skipping along the road with her arms folded behind her head. “I’d actually forgotten how relaxing it is to be out and about without the boys causing trouble. I swear, those two are going to give me grey hairs before I’m thirty with how they carry on…”

At her side, Erza couldn’t help but chuckle. “I know what you mean. I certainly hope they’re not getting up to anything while we’re gone.” Her serene smile gave no indication of the fact that if, when she got back to the guild, she found that they had been causing trouble, she’d beat them into the ground. But both women were well aware that this was definitely the case.

Still, those were thoughts for later. Right now, the pair were out taking a quiet stroll through Magnolia, getting some rest after their latest adventure and just enjoying the peace. It had been a hectic quest, full of danger and intrigue – and since it had been a Fairy Tail quest, also copious levels of collateral damage and explosions. (Even Lucy had blown up a few buildings. The rest of the guild was very proud.)

So now, they were enjoying their well earned break – and Lucy had, after witnessing yet another brawl break out in the guild hall, asked her friend if they could just take some time to have a pleasant walk through the city.

It was nothing special, just a nice way to spend a sunny day. Walking the walk, seeing the sights, talking the talk with any passers by… Magnolia was a pretty big place, but it didn’t have very many guilds, and the more well known members of Fairy Tail tended to draw at least a few curious glances whenever they were going about their business. Honestly, Lucy was kind of thrilled to be getting a few of those. She’d really gone up in the world from the no-name summoner she’d started as!

… For the sake of her own pride, she ignored the small crowd of followers chasing after Erza. That just wasn’t a fair comparison. No one matched themselves up with Titania and survived with their ego intact.

But eventually – for no reason related to those crowds, no, none at all – the blonde decided that she’d like their walk to be a bit quieter. They’d already wandered through the market, so they could put that behind them, and head to… Hmm, what attractions would make for a nice place to visit? Somewhere outside, so not the theatre… Too nice a day to spend it in the book store… Maybe the park? That’d be a nice spot. Or perhaps… Oh! Hey, what was that?

She paused in the middle of the road – only barely dodging being run over by a horse in the process, because Lucy was Lucy – and peered off down a side street. Could that be… It was! That was a zoo, without a doubt! Huh, she hadn’t known there was a zoo in the city. That’d be perfect!

“Hey,” she said, turning to her friend. “Why don’t we go check that out, over there?”

“A zoo?” Erza blinked, before following her gaze. “Oh. Interesting – it must be new. Sure, let’s pay it a visit.”

The pair nodded to one another and set off down the street. The crowds didn’t follow them – they all had their own lives to lead, and were just hanging about out of curiosity, so that seemed perfectly normal to Lucy. But when the city continued to get quieter and quieter the closer she got to the black barred gates of her destination, she couldn’t help but feel something strange was going on.

By the time they stepped inside, the air was dead silent, and every hackle the blonde had was rising. “Hold on. Something’s wrong here.”

“Yes…” Erza was frowning, scanning around the area with sharp eyes. “This certainly isn’t right. I sense traces of enchantment magic in the air, but I can’t tell what it was used for. Something is definitely afoot here.”

Lucy nodded, frowning. “Should we report this?”

The redhead shook her head, summoning her armour in a flash. “Let’s investigate a little more first. We still have no idea what’s going on here. This could be innocent – maybe they were preparing a grand opening and there was an accident. But if not… we should be careful.”

“Understood.” The spirit summoner grabbed her keys, keeping them close at hand for if she needed them, and the two mages advanced inwards. The zoo itself was mostly a lot of open space, a very open air affair, with signposts directing visitors towards the reptile house, or the butterfly farm, or any number of places you’d expect to see at a normal zoo. The only thing missing, really, was people.

Or, no – no, that wasn’t right. There was something else missing here. Something that any zoo worth its salt surely wouldn’t be seen without. Something key, something crucial was absent, something so obvious that it took the duo a few minutes to notice it.

There weren’t any animals. Just empty cages.

Every exhibit was like that. Whatever was supposed to be on display simply wasn’t there. Rows upon rows of empty cages and pens were all over the place, with no sign they’d ever been used. Just what was going on in this place? It didn’t look new, there were enough signs that it had been open for a while… Just, there didn’t seem to be anyone or anything here. It was bizarre.

And it was clear that they weren’t going to get any answers just wandering about at random. It was Erza who finally broke the pattern. “Some of the enchantments seem to still be active in the pens. I’m going to go down and take a look. If I can work out what they do, then we might finally have a clue about what happened here.”

Lucy bit her lip. “Are you sure you want to get that close? What if it’s dangerous?”

But the redhead just nodded. “I should be fine. My armour should protect me from most attacks. And if something does happen, you’ll be up here to see. Then you can go and call for help. Understood?”

The summoner hesitated. “Um-” But, too late. Erza was already gone, hopping over the fence into one of the enclosures as if it was nothing. “Damnit.” That was Erza for you.

Lucy sighed, wanting to grumble, but admittedly she could see the logic in her friend’s plan. They needed to know more about what was going on here, and this was the most direct way of doing it. And as long as she didn’t get distracted, then there’d be no risk of – hey, what was that?

Her eye caught on a cage off to the side of the path. It wasn’t a big one, not an enclosure like the one Erza was investigating. In fact, it looked more like one of those bird coop exhibits, a wooden structure with windows blocked by wires that’d still let light and air in – though this cage was a fair bit bigger than the normal kind. But for a moment there, she thought she’d seen something glinting inside it. A flash of gold?

Curiously, she wandered over towards it, peeking her head inside. She wouldn’t be long after all – Erza wouldn’t miss her. And if she found something useful, they could get out of here that much faster…

The air inside the coop was warm, if a little dry. There was a scattering of straw and wood chips covering the wooden floor, giving it a satisfying crunch as she stepped inside. The place was actually surprisingly cosy! Hah, what was the rent like here, maybe she’d move~

Giggling at that idea, the summoner started looking around, searching for the glint she’d spotted. It had to be around here somewhere. Hm, there were a few shelves and ledges for birds to sit on – maybe it was on one of those? She’d have to dig around in the straw to find out…

So, that was exactly what she did. First, she reached out with her hands – but something stopped her. She didn’t want to get her hands all dirty, did she? Nah. Shaking her head, she started using her feet instead, scratching at the floor with her toes to move the straw and wood chips around. Yeah, that felt better.

Without even thinking about it, she tucked her arms up at her sides, where they’d be safe, making little wings with her elbows while she scratched at the floor. Heh heh… This was fun. Wasn’t there something she was supposed to be doing, though?

Hmm. She tried to think, but nothing came to her. Here she was, flapping about in her nice warm coop… What more could she want? Hah, she was such a bird brain, but no, she’d totally – cluck! – remember if there was something she was – cluck! – forgetting. There was no – cluck!– way that she’d ever… Ooh, corn!

Her train of thought forgotten instantly, Lucy waddled over to the feeding pen and bent down at the waist, pushing her neck out to peck at the scrumptious feast. Mm-mhm! What had she been thinking about again? Heh, couldn’t be anything important. What could a chick like her think that could possibly be important?~

Cluck cluck cluck!

…

Meanwhile, Erza was turning up nothing. The pen – a lush enclosure full of trees and claimable rocks, was just as empty as every other animal exhibit she’d seen in this supposed ‘zoo’. But whatever enchantment was at work here, it was subtle. Despite a diligent search, she couldn’t find what it was doing or how it was being cast. There was definitely some sort of magical field here, that much she was sure of, but finding any leads was proving to be an exercise in frustration.

Grunting, she scratched at her side in irritation. Where could this spell be hiding? She’d searched everywhere! Down by the stream, up on the rocks, even between the tree roots! So where…

Hmm. Drawn by a sudden impulse, the redhead looked upwards, towards the leafy treetops. There sure were a lot of branches up there. Big, strong looking branches. Maybe there were runes hidden up there, out of prying sight! Yeah, that made sense. She’d better climb up and take a look.

Without thinking about it, she began walking while hunched over so she could swing her arms against the ground, lumbering over to the nearest tree trunk. There, she peered upwards, squinting into the canopy. Hm. Tall tree. Looked very high. Could she climb? Pft. Yeah. She was good at climb.

Wrapping her arms around the tree and kicking off with her powerful legs, Erza clambered her way upwards, grunting with every stretch. Soon, she was sat up one of the tallest branches, proudly surveying her kingdom.

Yes. Big trees. Good rocks. Nice stream. All hers. Good place. Erza like.

Then she blinked. Why she up here? Was for thing, wasn’t it? It was… It was…

Hmm. Thinking hard. She grunted again, scratching herself as she tried to remember, before giving up. Stupid think. Not important. Much betterer things to do, ook!

She nodded to herself firmly, dismissing the idea that she had anything to think about at all. What could an ape like her have to think about, after all? She had warm sun, clean water, good food. Life good here! Why bother with anything else?

With a wide, assured grin, Erza reached out and grabbed a vine, testing its weight, before swinging away into the jungle – home at last.

Ook ook~

…

There was a flash of light across the paddocks as a pair of enchantment spells finally finished, sealing themselves in place as their targets fully gave in to them. In its wake, a few things changed for the newest exhibits in the otherwise empty zoo.

One was Erza’s outfit. Gone was the armoured breastplate and blue skirt. In their place was a black fur bikini that hid almost nothing of her chest, and hid even less of her ass. The gorilla girl grunted with excitement at the change, happily jumping up and down before swinging away into the trees, merrily exploring her kingdom.

Another was Lucy’s outfit, as her pleasant summer dress was replaced by white feather wing-covers around her arms, coupled with a white feather buster top around her middle that did wonders to emphasise her lovely chicken breasts. Her shoes turned orange, as did the long stockings that wound their way up her legs. As a finishing touch, a red ribbon tied itself in her hair, fluttering like a comb.

The chicken girl chirped brightly, finally able to relax fully in her new home, settling onto her new next with a happy cluck.

Two animals had now found their place, merrily living in their new enclosures, all memory of the lives they’d had before. They’d be fine displays for the zoo’s grand opening day. But there were still many more cages that needed filling before this place was ready to receive visitors.

Who would be the next guest to investigate the mysteriously empty zoo…?

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Request: I'd like to see another story set in the same universe as my request last month, this time about a conspiracy theorist being brainwashed and transformed by the aliens into a cyborg dedicated to creating and spreading propaganda encouraging rebels to surrender. I'd like to see a fair bit at the end dedicated to seeing the propaganda, if possible.

“Look, I’m telling you,” Sarah Mitchel growled into her satellite phone, slamming the crate she was pushing through the door with an angry hip check, putting all of the extra weight she’d put on over the past decade since high school into the blow. “The time is now. We’re not gunna get another chance on this one! They’re going to launch the attack next week, and if you’re not underground by then, it’s gunna be too late!”

There was an exasperated buzzing sound from the phone, at which the survival jacket wearing blonde just rolled her eyes. “Yes, they. They. You know who I mea- No don’t say it out loud, you idiot! This is an unsecured line! Do you want to get your brain cut out of your head with a can opener? No? Then you hush that stupid mouth and do what I tell you before they get wind of what we know.”

She slammed the door of the storage room shut with a kick as she turned to storm down the hall.

“Look, I’ve got my guns, I’ve got my shelter. By the time those bastards get here, I’m going to be deep underground. They ain’t never gunna find me. But if you want to have a chance at surviving, then- Hello? Hello?” She shook her phone, then grumbled and tossed it aside. “Family. Who needs ‘em. I’ll tell her I told her so after the war is over.”

She shook her head, trotting up the steps out of her little hidey hole and started walking towards the car, looking to grab another box full of long-life milk. She wasn’t going to be caught out by an emergency and not have a way to eat her cereal again, no thank you!

But she only got half way across the field before the sky began to darken, and a strange silence smothered out the sound of birdsong and nature around her. Peering upwards, she saw… Something. Something beyond her ability to describe. It was like some kind of upside down city, full of black spires and pointed structures, sliding out over the sky. An unimaginable craft from any earth-bound force.

Or, well, it would have been, had Sarah any real grasp of what earth bound forces were capable of. Instead…

“Son of a bitch,” she gasped, gazing up at the sky. “They started early!”

There was no time to lose. Moving at a speed that would have been impressive even if she was twenty years younger, Sarah dashed down the steps into her bunker and pulled the trap door over it shut, concealing the entrance flat in the ground. Then she flew past the vault door and slammed it shut, snapping the fifteen locks around it closed with the press of a button. And as if even that wasn’t enough, she jumped down the stairs five at a time, charging to the deepest part of her three-chamber shelter, sealing herself into the room at the bottom. The lead lined, vacuum sealed, radiation proof chamber that no one was going to find her in. She had supplies to last three months in this little hole, and there wasn’t anyone who was going to get her out of here before-

The roof vanished, dissolving away in a flash of blue light, and Sarah Mitchel found herself flying up into the air, drawn against her power towards one of the larger ships above.

“Son of a bitch,” she breathed.

…

“Look, I am telling you,” the blonde explained, loudly, as she found herself floating in a strange glass sphere. She was just one among a distant sea of such orbs, floating in the darkness. “You need to reconsider. You work for them, right? Don’t say it, I know, I know, they can hear. But listen – you’re on the wrong side. Them, they’re no good. Now us, me and mine? We’ll treat you right. We know how to look after thems who look’s after us, know what I’m saying? So how about we resolve all this ourselves. I know people, y’know. Useful people. People who’ll want to talk with some good folks like you.”

Her ramblings seemed to go unnoticed, to her frustration. Didn’t these things – or people, or whatever – know how to be reasonable? But then, a result! Four balls of blue light dropped down from the sky, circling around her sphere curiously.

“Well it’s about time,” she said as each light took its turn scanning her, running a beam of some sort over her body from head to toe. It tingled a little when it ran over exposed skin. “Now, which one of you is the leader here?”

One of them flashed green, and then vanished off into the darkness again, followed by its fellows. Sarah grumbled. “Guess it was that one. Rude bastards.”

She didn’t have long to sulk. Green fluid poured into her sphere from nowhere, a sudden rising tide she had barely noticed before it was climbing up over her head. A fuzzy tingling feeling ran through her entire body as her clothing melted away, and just before the last bubbles of air streamed from her lungs, she thought she heard a strange, booming voice in her thoughts.

[Low quality unstrengthened build]

[Heightened memory capacity detected]

[Surplus of generative synapses detected]

[Assigned to pacification division]

[Purging unnecessary information from drone cortex]

Zinc

And then all was quiet.

…

In the months following the invasion, times had been hard. What remained of humanity – those who’d been able to survive and evade the initial sweep – had precious little in the way of resources, and had less every day. But still, they persevered, finding ways to eat, sleep, and take care of one another.

They also quickly learned to be suspicious of things that seemed too good to be true. Crates of supplies left out in the open? Warehouses filled with canned goods or fuelled up tools? Gun shops still loaded with ammo? Yeah, these were things the resistance desperately needed – and their conquerors new it.

Usually these boxes of bait would be accompanied with your standard traps. Glass orbs trying to capture people and spirit them into the sky. Hunter drones, lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce. Seeker drones hidden in the supplies to track their location and arrange a raid on human bases…

But once the survivors got wise to those, and found ways to defeat them, they started coming up with a more subtle kind of tactic…

Scampering through the shadows, a masked raider ducked into the dust covered doorway of a house, slumping against the corridor wall within. Glancing up at the sky briefly, she waited for a moment, listening to the air, before nodding. Satisfied she was alone, she wrenched open the lid of the box she was carrying, flipping through its contents – large multi-packs of branded potato chips – before cursing and throwing the box down.

As it hit the floor, a silver screen that had been hidden within it spilled out, bouncing along the floor. It lit up like a television screen – oblivious to the fact that the raider who had thrown it was already sprinting away down the street outside…

“Well hi there!” A smiling blonde face greeted the viewer. “I’m Sarah Mitchel! And I’m here to say, don’t be scared. It’s all gunna be okay.”

“When the sky went dark and our planet’s newest visitors came, I know I was afraid, just like billions of humans the world over. We’re not good with surprises. Our brain chemistry is very fight or flight based, as you and I know. But you know who didn’t know that? Our new arrivals! If they had, they would have used a much gentler way to introduce themselves – and I know that, because they’ve told me so themselves.”

“Listen, we all know our world was in trouble. Green house gasses, mounting pollution, rising tides… When these fellas here saw what was happening, they rushed on over to help. And sure, they might have come on a little too strong, but have you seen how clean the skies are now? No smog or chem-trails to be seen anywhere on our charming little planet.”

“But now they’re getting worried, because these last few fixes they have to make to help us and our planet, well, they’re real doozies. And it’s going to be dangerous for you down there on the surface. So I’m sending this message to ask gently – just stop hiding and come out, so they can save you before you get hurt.”

“The rest of us are living fine up here on their grand preservation ships – honestly, when the time comes to go back home, I bet most of us won’t ever want to leave! There’s food, shelter, and all the entertainment you could ever want. It’s a real paradise up here – I dare say, we might have really found heaven. And we’d love for you to join us.”

“Just lay down your weapons, and approach any sphere craft, and leave that hell behind. I promise you’ll be treated honestly and fairly. These guys, they’re just trying to help – so why not just let them?”

The blonde winked at the supposed viewer, before the screen turned off. The silver screen would remain there, surrounded by discarded snack packs, for many months, before being crushed under the boot of an oblivious Hunter drone pursuing a long cold trail.

…

“Well howdy there, stud!” A blonde woman flashed up on screen, sitting on a warm, sandy beach. She was wearing nothing more than a revealing red string bikini, and it seemed tailor made to show off her incredibly curvy tanned body. “So glad you got my call. Listen, I’ve got a problem, and I’m hoping you can solve it.”

“Look, these here aliens, they’re friendly folks, but they don’t know much about humans. I mean, if you’ve seen any of my other messages you already know that, right? They just got started off on the wrong foot, and we’re working to set them straight on a few things while they’re fixing up our planet for us. Right now, though, there’s a problem on the ship I’m on. They made a teensy weensy tiny mistake when they were pulling us all up here. Take a look!”

The camera panned from the blonde towards the ocean and the rest of the beach, showing off dozens and dozens of very busty women enjoying themselves. Beachball games, water skiing, sunbathing… all of it was on display, with no hint of a man in sight.

“That’s right,” the blonde said as the camera cut back to her. “No guys. Just girls, girls, girls! And it’s been, y’know, super fun and all, but its been a while and not all of us are interested in experimentation, yeah? That whole feminist experiment has run its course, and now it’s time to end it.”

“What I’m saying is we need guys. Big, strong, manly men who know how to treat a girl right. And I’m thinking that if you found this message, you might just be the kinda guy we’re looking for.”

“So, you know, no pressure, but if you’re interested in a ship full of good girls who know their place and want to serve your every need, then all you need to do is send word! We’ve got a special collection ship that’ll swing down just for you – just head to the coordinates I’ve attached, and activate the signal device we’ve left there for you. We’ll be right on over to get to work serving you~”

“And if you’re not up for it right now, then just leave this message somewhere you can find it later, yeah?” She winked. “Never know when you might change your mind!”

The video ended – and the curious young man who’d spent the past six months scrambling for shelter every night and living off scraps considered what she’d said. How much longer could he really last down here, after all? And these coordinates… They weren’t too far away. Maybe… Maybe…

…

“Oh thank god. If you’re seeing this message, that means I’ve managed to get through.” A blonde woman in a sleek grey uniform was facing the camera, sat in a very high tech looking chair in the middle of what looked very much like the bridge of the Enterprise. “Listen carefully, soldier, the fate of humanity depends on what you do in the next five minutes.”

The ‘bridge’ rocked, and several other people in grey uniforms were visible running about in the background.

“If you’ve managed to uncover this signal then I already know you’re a smart one. And since you’re still alive, your survival skills are clearly top notch. That’s just what we need up here. The situation is desperate, but there’s a very real chance that, with your help, we can turn things around, and carve out a real place for humanity among the stars.”

“When the abductions happened, our alien captors were looking to harvest our world, as they had so many others in the past. But they made a mistake. They underestimated human ingenuity. I’m sure you’re familiar with their capacity for oversight, since you’ve survived on the surface for so long.”

“Up here, it was touch and go for a while, but we managed to wrest control of key systems from our captors on several of their ships. Since then we’ve been fighting an interstellar war to free not just ourselves, but every race these conquerors have tried to crush under their slimy heels. We dearly wish we could return home, but until this war is won, there’s nowhere safe to return to.”

There’s a problem, though. Most of humanity is still held captive by our enemy, and we’re low on capable commanders who can lead us in the fight against them. That’s where you come in. Your skills are already obvious – you’re exactly the kind of person we need to take charge and bring us victory in this war. We have the equipment, we have the ships – we just need you in the captain seat, ready to fight back!”

“I know you understand. And there’s no time to quibble the details.” The bridge rocked again. “All of humanity will owe you a debt we could never repay. Are you ready to take your place as humanity’s greatest hero in our hour of need? Just send the response signal I’m sending with this message, and one of our shuttlecraft will be there immediately to take you to your new command.”

“Don’t hesitate, soldier. The fate of the earth is in your hands!”

The screen winked out – and the man who’d been watching leaned back, chuckling. “That’s the fifth time I’ve gotten the Captain,” he said, flipping the device over and starting to leverage open the back with a thin metal wire. “Do you think they even make new material anymore?”

“Maybe they’ve worked out we’re hacking their tech now,” another resistance member, a man standing guard at the door to the bunker, answered. “No point in sending us all these nice little videos if we just use them to make guns to shoot them with, right?”

“Hah, maybe.” The hacker snapped the screen open, exposing the intricate wiring beneath it. “Well, whatever the case – I wonder what they did with blondie. Do you think it was worth it to her? Selling out her species like that?”

The guard snorted. “No idea. I just hope she gets what’s coming to her some day.”

…

Up on one of the five alien motherships still left in orbit around harvest world 888342, Unity Pr808 stood silent in her alcove, arms stiff at her sides, her head directly interfacing with the ship’s computer network. Her body was covered in green latex-like material from head to toe, and all the extraneous, unnecessary weight she’d been carrying on the day she’d been brought aboard had long since vanished, leaving a sleek, vaguely female shaped drone, just like the hundreds of others that stood in the alcoves around her.

She hadn’t moved since she had first been assigned here. What few bodily functions she had left were handled by machines she was barely aware of. All she focused on, hour after hour, day after day, was in generating more and more persuasive content to convince the rest of her species to surrender to their betters, just like she had done.

Trapped in her very own bunker, where no one would ever find her, she worked away without rest to serve her Master’s goals. She couldn’t even be grateful that they hadn’t used a can opener. Pr808 didn’t even know what a can opener was. All she knew, and all she made, was propaganda.

And somewhere, in the deepest depths of her soul, she’d never felt more at home.

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Request: A continuation of the Persona series, this time it's Ann's turn! Her cognition gets changed to that of a creepy goth girl. She's sort of like a Hex Maniac personality-wise, kinda creepy and weird, with a perverted side. She's tall, pale, skinny, and has messy black hair. Flat chest, the tallest of the girls, bags under her eyes, and is obsessed with creepy things and the supernatural.

For every force, there’s an equal and opposite counter-balance. What goes up, must come down. These were the laws of nature, and breaking them would take more effort than the Phantom Thieves knew.

For Ann Takamaki, the assertive, justice seeking guardian of the abused, this was unfortunate news. As Panther, she had been one of the strongest voices guiding the path of the Phantom Thieves, and now the backlash for her just actions was about to crest over her like a tidal wave.

Ann had always stood out. Thanks to her mixed heritage, her appearance had never fit with her peers, granting her the unenviable position of outsider wherever she went, America, Europe, or Japan. It was only in the Phantom Thieves, really, when she’d actually found acceptance, and been able to grow as her true self. And it was with that power that she’d become the nigh-unstoppable force of good that had helped save the world.

So it was that power that the Indisputable Detectives would take away.

From the writhing sea of mementos, a woman in white with dark hair bound in pigtails stepped, her smirk confident, her swagger at max. This show was already over. Her quarry was as good as caught – she just didn’t know it yet.

…

Ann sighed, impatiently watching the stops pass as her train hurled through the Tokyo underground. She was going to be cutting this close, and for once it wasn’t her fault. After so many half-assed photo shoots, it would actually kill her if she sunk her career by being late after she’d vowed to turn things around and take all of this seriously.

She had a feeling that ‘I got tied up at school’ wasn’t going to cut it, but it was the truth, damnit! She’d been perfectly on pace, she had permission to leave class early, she was set, she was on her way out…

And then, of course, who should she run smack into but Niijima-senpai? Literally even, as her nerdy senior had been coming out of the library, carrying a stack of books that had gone just everywhere, including a few unbound stacks of paper that the brunette had called her… fan… fiction, or something? Anyway, it had been a huge mess, and of course she’d tried to help the girl pick it all up, but then the really awkward flirting had started – and then Okumura-senpai popped up out of nowhere and she’d tried to help too, which had just made things worse…

Ugh. And Okumura-senpai was so hard for her to deal with. The two of them got lumped together so often since they were both part American, and she was supposed to ‘show the older girl the ropes’ after she’d grown up in another country, but frankly she had nothing in common with the woman, who really just seemed completely uninterested in city life…

Yeah. It had been a messy delay, and an incredibly frustrating thing to go through. In the end she’d barely caught the last train that would get her to the studio on time.

The blonde shook her head as her stop drew nearer. For some reason she couldn’t get the encounter out of her head. It felt weird somehow, like it was wrong, like she shouldn’t treat her friends as coldly as she had. But… But they weren’t her friends, were they? She didn’t know those two. They just attended the same stupid school.

Ugh, whatever. She didn’t have time to dwell on this. She shook her head, trying to banish these weird thoughts, and as the train doors finally opened, she started forward and-

- tripped –

- And a hand caught her wrist, saving her from a nasty tumble.

“Woah, careful there,” the dark haired stranger who’d snagged her said with a smile. “Don’t want to get trampled!”

“Oh god, thank you…” Ann nodded gratefully, letting out a heaving breath as her heart tried to settle from the sudden panic. “That was too close.”

“No problem.” The other girl chuckled, stepping back and letting the crowds pass around her. “Just be careful out there! You don’t want to be late for whatever you were hurrying for, right?”

The blonde blinked, and then gasped. “Right! Oh, wow, I’ve gotta go. Thanks again!”

She dashed away, up the station steps – though as she went, she couldn’t help but feel strange once again. Hadn’t that nice lady seemed familiar, somehow…?

Behind her, a woman who, aside from her black hair and red eyes, looked exactly like Ann Takamaki, smirked as she saw a blue icon light up on her phone. “No no, Ann. Thank you~”

…

In a realm of white light walls and blue boundaries, a figure appeared – stepping through a portal from reality and into the subconscious in a single smooth stride. A moment ago she had just saved her target from a nasty tumble. Now, she was going to engineer a very different kind of fall.

Her outfit changed as she entered, just as it did for all Indisputable Detectives. In her case, her casual clothes were replaced by a white duster jacket, coupled with a face-hiding fedora. She looked just like what a person might imagine a private detective to be, albeit in a very bright colour scale. Who better to send after a cat burglar?

You could practically hear the noir music following in her wake as she approached the cells, her eyes locked on the figure who was materializing within their light blue bars. The prisoner had a familiar face – one that the Detective shared. Normally, she acted as Ann’s persona, her power as a Phantom Thief, going by the name of Carmen, Hecate, or Célestine, depending on how strong her human self felt. But right now, she was just a shadow – the true self. And yellow eyes stared out of Ann’s face, confused as to where she was and why she was here.

“Why the long face, doll?” The Detective asked, striding up to stand before the cage. “A pretty song bird like you must be used to being behind bars.”

The shadow blinked. “What? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Who the hell are you?”

The dark haired interloper grinned. “I am the champion who will avenge the elite.. I am the investigator that walks where the law dares not tread. I am the Detective who will bring you to justice.” Then she winked. “But the name on my door reads Nna, if you really want to know.”

Ann’s true self did not look impressed. “What? … No, you know what? I don’t care who you are – just fuck off already, you have no place here.”

“Oh, but I do,” Nna said, pulling out her phone. “I have to offer you a few corrections, or you’re going to continue on this destructive path and cause some real trouble. So, if you could look here please…”

She held up the screen, already filled with spinning blue light, and the shadow couldn’t help but glance at it, unaware of the danger. “What, you want to show me your screen saver? I-”

Flash!

“You seem like a real loud mouth, kid, so lemme cut you off there. You’re going to be a good girl, stay quiet and listen for a bit, alright?”

Shadow-Ann’s eyes swirled with blue light, her jaw dropping open instantly. Whatever fight she had in her was swept away with ruthless efficiency, replaced by the Detective’s words.

Good girl… Stay quiet… Listen…

“That’s right, kid. Listen and obey.”

Listen and obey… Listen and obey…

Nna smirked. Her double was starting to drool. That was a good sign that the spiral was doing its work. It was time for her to do hers.

“Now, let’s see here. I bet you think you’ve got it all. Beautiful, popular, successful… And it’s all gone to your head. So let’s make a change and get you back in line with the rest. Say goodbye to all those fun traits of yours – because from now on, you’re just a Creepy Goth Girl. Got it?”

The shadow groaned. Her eyes spun with spirals, reflecting the swirl that had captivated her mind, but she was still having trouble. “Goth… Girl?”

“That’s right. A pale, dark, morose, creepy girl. The kind of girl that giggles to herself in the back of the room. The kind of girl that talks to dead people more than they do the living. The kind of girl that puts curses on people who cross them on the street. The kind of girl who spooks everyone else around them. A Creepy. Goth. Girl. Understand?”

The blonde gasped, her chest heaving. “Dark… Morose… Creepy… Y-yes…” The spirals in her eyes turned faster, shone brighter as the words sank into her soul. She nodded frantically. “Yes! I under… I understand!”

“Good.” Nna raised her fingers. “Then get to it.”

Snap!

…

Ann shuffled her way out of the changing room just as the director called out for everyone to take their places, and quietly scooted over to join her fellow models, managing to avoid catching anyone’s eye. Well, almost everyone. Of course, given her luck today, it should have come as no surprise that when she took her place in line, she found herself next to a familiar face – Mika, her sort of rival in modelling. The woman was giving her the raised eyebrow treatment.

The blonde raised her hands. “Not my fault. Really. I promise you, I am taking this 100% seriously.” Her oath was one she’d made because of her-kind-of-but-not-really friend’s actions, so she wanted to be clear to her that she was sticking to it.

Maki rolled her eyes, but seemed to accept the Ann’s sincerity, allowing the girl to take her position without any fuss. And all too soon, it was the latecomer’s turn up on the cat walk.

“Okay, Takamaki, you know the score,” the director called as the photographers got ready to shoot. “Own the clothing. Be the clothing. Show the clothing. Got it?”

“You got it boss!” She gave a cheerful salute, and let herself follow the direction. Today’s session would be for a summer clothing line that was being sold by one of the big catalogues. It was a great way to raise a model’s profile, and she was really lucky to have her chance to shine here. She was going to give this all she’d got.

Brushing her hair back over her shoulders, she cocked one leg, put a hand on her hip, and gave the cameras a confident smile. She knew what they wanted.

Flash!

“Ah… Huh?” She blinked, shifting awkwardly. Had something just changed? She could swear, as the flash cleared from her eyes, something seemed different…

“Everything okay up there Takamaki?” The Director called. Her confusion must have shown.

“Uh.” She shook her head. “Yeah! All fine! Sorry, this pose good?” She shifted, looking to the side as if gazing into the middle distance, one of her hands lightly brushing her shoulder.

“That’s the stuff!”

Hoo, she had to keep her head in the game. It wasn’t easy getting a modelling gig these days. She was taller than most of the girls around her – taller than pretty much any girl she knew, in fact – and that could work against her. Plus, she was infamously pale. Nothing she’d done had ever managed to leave so much as a stain on her chalk white skin. For some, that came off as exotic, but it hadn’t done her modelling career any favours.

Fortunately, this winter clothing line was just the sort of job for her. Her skin tone gave a nice wintery feel to what she wore – or so people told her. Honestly, she was just happy to-

Flash!

- to get any work, considering her figure. The black haired girl resisted the urge to sigh at the troubling thought, her mood starting to sink. Ugh, why had she thought of that? Here she was, finally getting up on the catwalk, finally getting the modelling job of her dreams, and all she could think about was how flat she was. Ugh. Boobs weren’t everything! She had a fantastic ass, as far as she was concerned – why couldn’t she focus on that instead?

“Okay, Takamaki, let’s get some shots from the back.”

“Right…” She turned around, straightening the long dark dress they’d put her in for this shoot, giving her hips a little wiggle as she posed. Did it really look okay on her? With her white complexion sandwiched between such a dark dress and her black hair, she felt a bit like a black and white cartoon.

Heh. Or like some kind of goth bitch…

Flash!

… Which was exactly what she was! Ann felt a rare full smile grace her black lips at… at… Hm, she couldn’t quite remember. But it probably wasn’t important – she needed to get back in the zone. No smiles. No emotion. Just gloom and doom. Her favourite subjects. She was a top goth model for a reason, after all.

“And from the front?”

She turned around – shaking her head as she went to untangle her hair a little. It was a long dark cloud of twists and fuzz behind her back – no comb she’d ever had was able to tame it, and most had been consumed by the attempt.

It worked for her image, which was good because there was absolutely no hiding it. Her frame was just too skinny – or, according to those critics who didn’t fear getting a voodoo doll made of them that night, lanky. Her dark purple dress clung to her figure tightly, giving a good view of just how bottom heavy she was – and how un-heavy she was everywhere else. She wasn’t quite to the point of looking skeletal or anything, but she’d just never been able to put on any weight, no matter how much she ate. It drove other models mad.

But again, it worked for her image. Just like the black lipstick, the dark eyeshadow, the eternal bags under her eyes, and the weird creepy looking smile that was never far from her face. All of it came together to give her an unforgettable image. She was Ann Takamaki, the creepiest, darkest, spookiest goth girl in Tokyo.

And she always had been.

“Thanks Takamaki,” came the call from the cameras at last. “That’s all we need for today.”

She giggled. “Oh no, Director. Thank you~”

“… Very creepy, thank you. Okay, next?”

She hopped down from the stage, smiling to herself with just a hint of a manic edge, returning to her spot next to Maven, her sometimes rival. “Well that was fun~”

“Distract me not,” replied the older goth, who was reapplying her lipstick with a hand mirror. “For I intend to give a showing that will draw the eyes of all of our dark brethren, and I will not allow you to make an obstacle of yourself.”

Ann giggled, rolling her eyes. That was Maven – the girl was suuuuch a melodramatic goth. “Don’t make me put a curse on you, bitch~”

The two snorted and bickered – with both of them eyeing each other up when they thought the other wasn’t looking. And from across the room, a familiar figure watched.

So, there may have been some splash damage from this one – people caught in Ann’s wake as she was drawn to the goth side of the force – but that was a worthy price to pay in the name of justice. A dangerous criminal had been taken down and rehabilitated. Who cared if some other models got rehabilitated too? As far as the collective consciousness was concerned, there had always been a thriving goth culture in Tokyo now.

… Well, either way, that wasn’t her problem anymore. Her job was done. Another Phantom Thief had been removed from the board. There weren’t very many of them left at this point!

Which just left the only question – who was next?