[Draft] Sexy Goddess Times! (Ishtar TG) (Patreon)

“God damn stupid piece of fucking shit! I don’t need another damn Astolfo! Give me another Five Star or nothing!”

Quinn lounged in his dorm room, lamenting the latest results from his Ten Draw. None of the Servants he got from this attempt were needed or wanted.  All of the  ones he got were already fully ascended and maxed out. The only solace he could get the Kaleidoscope he got with it, which would allow him to make out another second one.

“With how much money I had thrown at this you think they would just give all five star stuff or something.”

He pressed down for another ten draw, watching and on the lookout for any sign that he would get another Five Star Servent from this event. Draw after draw passed, with some being Craft Essence, others Servants.

“Reminds me of when I had to throw money in order to get Fujino with how this shit is going. Well at least I maxed her out before that ever was over. All of the looks I got from the boys more then made up for it. Not my fault they weren’t lucky enough to get as much.”

Quinn chuckled as he thought about his friends faces and the sour looks they they,

He went to do another ten draw, but stopped when he noticed that he didn’t even have enough to perform a single pull.

“Damn, you think after paying in enough to go to literal thousands I would have gotten her. Looks like it's time to throw a little more money at you until I get what I want.”

He went to the store and paid for the highest package to get the most Quartz. The notifications about the payments being made roll his eyes.

Then a golden spark formed on the screen, making him pause. “What the fuck? Something better not be wrong with my phone? I can’t run the risk of having my perfect run shot to hell.”

“Due to the sheer amount of money you have spent on the game! You have been given the special God Quartz! With this you can summon one Servant into the real world!”

“Well shit that’s an easy choice, but that’s got to be a hoax or something. No way they can just give a waifu, especially a fictional one and make her real. Still though, might as well see where this goes. Maybe I can finally get her to NP 5 if I do this.”

He scrolled through the servants, already knowing who it would be. “Ishtar’s got all of the good looks of Rin and then some. Swear they gave her some more cake, especially in the OVA.”

A perverse grin came over him as he recalled a few scenes from the OVA and the Unlimited blade Works series some nice art of her, especially one of his favorites. Even if she didn’t have much curves in it. Blood rushed below and he got hard within seconds. His hand went to his erect member and played with it.

“Maybe after this I should rewatch those scenes and have a little fun. God it would be fun to play with an ass like hers in real life. Though if there is some truth to this, then that could lead to some even more fun ways to spend my time.”

Quinn pressed down on Ishtar. An error screen flashed, making him pause.

“Unfortunately, Pseudo Servants can only be summoned through a host body molded. Due to the lack of any other alternative hosts, your body will be altered to host her!”

To his shock, a summoning circle appeared in the center of the room. A bright golden glow came over it. Power surged and a rainbow stream, just like the animation filled the room.

“Oh hell no!”

Quinn ran to the door, desperate to get away before whatever could happen did. The summoning circle exploded and he could feel the energy from it enter his body.

“What the fuck!”

Quinn turned around, looking for any sign of it being real and not some sort of imagination induced fever. Every corner of the room was scoured, looking for any sign of where it might be. Yet there was no sign there was. Not even a burned imprint of the symbol remained in his room.

“Bullshit, I refused to believe I just imagined all of that shit! How the fuck could they have pulled that off?”

A new wave of energy surged through his limbs. He spasmed, and ran his hands over his body. Itchiness came over him.

“Relax, breathe. Whatever the fuck it was has passed. Just calm down, and watch some porn or something. That will help you get over all of this weird ass shit you saw.”

“Let’s just watch some porn to pass the time. There are a couple of good hentai and doujins you have saved up Quinn you been meaning to get to.

Another itch came over him and he scratched it, yet his mind was focused elsewhere. A few of the doujins he read in his past time came forward, some of them more wholesome than others. Yet the get fucked look most of them had in the time remained, especially with the big tits.

Gone was every small trace of hair on his body. His hands explored his body, pulling on his clothes and examining his body. No matter where he looked, all of the body hair on his body, from the hair on his arms, his legs, the ill maintained facial hair he had was gone. Even the messy patch of hair above his junk and on his butt were gone as if they had been waxed off.

“Oh thank god all of that is gone. Can’t believe a body this hairy could be human in the first place.”

Quinn looked around the room. “Who the fuck said that?”

A part of his mind whispered, trying to place where he had heard that eerily similar voice before. It sounded so familiar, as if he had heard it before. But it sounded like it was coming from another room.

The pounding of his heart eased a little at the sight of a pinup he had of a scantily clad girl.With how little clothing she wore, it was easy to imagine her clothes being torn off and exposing her naughtier bits to the world.

‘I’ll admit she is pretty, but she is nothing compared to me. She does have a nice rack though. Never thought I would hear the language used that way to describe breasts.’

The words made him pause. Still they maintained their distance, but now it felt like it felt like it was coming from all around him.

“You just need a minute to think about something. Your mind is just making you think it is something else when it is just the stress of the situation getting to you. Pull up a nice porno, lose yourself in a fantasy of plowing a waifu or two like Ishtar and then go from there. God just thinking about that ass, gets my blood flowing a little. Wish I could squeeze an ass like that.”

Another shudder came over him as if a cold wave had gone through the room, yet it did little to stop the glee at the thought of playing with h3r butt.

“Fucking AC, might have to call the staff or something to get it looked over on top of this weird shit.”

Quinn pulled out his phone and went to one of the comics he had saved. The image of Caenis with exaggerated portions helped him relax as he stared at her exposed dark nipples and wet crotch.

To his shock, he could see his nails were growing longer. A more refined point appeared at the end of them. His fingers curled, all sense of control gone. A daintiness appeared in his digits which became more prevalent. Cracking noises came from his fingers. They jolted and his phone fell. A pop came from his wrist. A shudder came over him as he struggled to keep his sense of control. His arm bent into angles randomly.

“What the fuck is happening to me.”

The moment he held it still, he noticed his arm was thinner than it should have been.  It was as if someone had replaced his flabby arms and replaced them with a girl.

Quinn ran his hand over the tip of of his nails horrified. Then he poked his bicep and was disgusted by the slight stern muscle hidden in its deceptively thin frame. He pinched his skin, hoping he would wake up, but no matter how hard he pulled and twisted the flesh, his altered digits remained.

“This is real. All of this bullshit is real!”

Again a woman’s voice said. ‘There we go. Now with these arms, I can work on the next part without any issue.’

Quinn looked around again, trying to ind the source.. He looked under his bed, behind the furniture, looking for anything to tell.

He even raised his phone to his ear, wondering if it had been bugged by someone. Yet when he tore it open, he couldn’t find any sign that it had been tampered with.

“Where the fuck is this voice coming from? Did someone leave a show on or something? Maybe my phone is acting up after that damn…light show.”

It sounded bull. Even to his ears, yet it helped provide some sort of logical explanation he cold latch onto.

Once more his mind went wild as he exited out. The lock screen of his phone, being of a girl from another series he liked. Her trim stomach was fully exposed, with her broad hips and full bust on full display. A grin formed as he stared at the massive bust she had, wondering what it would be like to smash his face between her tits.

A groan of disgust resounded through his ears, and blood went cold.

“As if you could ever get with someone like that with how you are currently. We have to do something about this gut. It's way too fat you chunky boy.”

Another rumble came from his stomach as his protruding gut diminished. Then it was as if someone was roughly pulled on it. He poked and prodded it and every time he did it, it bounced a little less. Quinn went to pull it back out, but it never did. No matter how hard he tugged and tried to put it back to its original place it only went further in. Soon there was hardly even a ripple from it.

Quinn ran his hands over, horrified by the new fitness it had gained now. No matter how hard he tried to pull it back to its previous proportions, it only went back to the slim appearance it had before.

“There we go, now that is much better to look at. With this you’re far more likely to get attention. Especially if you were a nice little top to show off all the goods you have. Something like those girls on the wall.”

Quinn’s eyes darted to the wall and another one of the pin ups he had. This time of a picture of Rias. While she might have been a breast girl, the thighs in the picture were exaggerated l

For a moment, they lingered on her tim stomach before they went lower and examined the plump thighs on display. Once more blood rushed to his dick at the sight of the plush thighs and what it would be like to play with them.

“Oh you want to have some nice legs? Well don’t worry you lustful boy. I’m going to have some fun making yours worth something?”

“Wait no!”

Cracking noises came from his feet, and his sense of balance was destroyed. Pops came from his ankles as they altered and again his sense of balance was destroyed. Before he could fall over, he leaned against desk he had. Pens and papers went flying all over the room. Charley horses erupted from his calves, making him spasm as he struggled to move them as he wished.

When he looked down, he gasped at the sight of smaller lower legs, which gave his body an almost chicken-like appearance to them.

Yet there was no peace for him as it continued up his legs. Unlike before where there was pain, this time, it felt almost as if someone was massaging and pulling on his muscles. With every ghostly rub of them, they changed further, becoming more feminine. Definition appeared in his thighs as they ripened. With every prod they rippled less, and gained a sexier tone. Gone was the fatty thighs, replaced with the toned defined legs befitting a model with sexy thick thighs.

“Dear god.”

Quinn poked and prodded his sensual thighs in mute horror. Any awe and lust he would have gained from them  being on someone else was nowhere to be found. Now he could only stare at them as if he was seeing

“There we go, now those are far better than what you had before. With these, you can strut these legs around and make sure to get all of the attention you want.”

His hands went over them once he could finally acknowledge what he was seeing. Just like with his fingers, they pressed into them, an he was thrown off by the strong definition his legs had gained. No matter how hard he pressed his lower legs, they did not change at all.

Quinn cried. “Oh my god!”

“It’s goddess! You think with how much I have been speaking you would be able to understand that, but no. I underestimated your intelligence, especially when it is your favorite…waifu? Strange terminology.”

“Favorite waifu? What the…” Quinn trailed off, latching onto the small bit of string he had been given to make sense. Suddenly, the choice he had made earlier clicked in his head. “Ishtar?”

“And finally you address me, though you haven’t addressed me properly. Still I’ll let it slide, considering the situation. You are going to be my host. Even if your original form leaves much to be desired.”

You’re the one who's changing me! Why the fuck are you changing me! I don’t want to be your host? It wasn’t supposed to be this way!”

“Then you should have had another person on standby so I would have been able to take over you idiot. I refuse to wait when you have given me this opportunity. Not when there's so much love to be given to the world and sexy to explore.”

An idea came to him and a mad smile of hope formed. Quinn grabbed his phone and began going through every part of the game. “If this stupid thing was the cause of it, then maybe there is a way to stop this! Waifu you may be, but I’m going to keep my dick!”

Every part of the game he looked through to try and find any hint of the Gold Quartz turned up empty. He went online, hoping he would be able to find anything to give him some insight into this, but was met with failure. All he could find were references to what it would be like when he summoned a Five or Four Star Servant. As he went through all of his Servants, his eyes landed on Nitocris, and how her thin was on display, unable to look away.

The sides of his waist caved in from the power. It was as if someone was roughly massaging the sides of his body. Yet with every harsh pulled on his body, a wave of relief followed soon after that made his skin crawl. When it was over, Quinn ran his trembling hand down his now slender waist which emphasized his smooth stomach. The feeling of it against his fingers, making him want to wretch.

‘There we go, now that is much better! Oh much smoother and even gives your body something nice to see!’’

“No! This isn’t better! This is fucking worse! You need to get fucking horny don’t you? Well guess what! I’m not going to let myself get turned on by anything!”

Quinn tore the poster he had off the wall, and looked around the room for any other sexy art he had. Everything that could have aroused him he tossed them around the room. With them out of sight, he thought about a couple of fat chuds making out with dead fish eyes.

A look of disgust crossed his face as he focused on them, hoping the disgust would be enough to keep the sexual stimulation away. Yet the more his imagination focused on their wobbling flesh, the more he wanted to think about something else.

‘Gotta keep focusing on that, Quinn, No matter how much you want to think of something else.’

Yet his thoughts began to betray him. The fat bastards in his mind began to change. All off the blubber the two of them had shifted throughout their bodies, yet their hips and thighs remained just as broad, though toned with new muscle. Both of their short thinning hair expanded. New colors entered it, as it shined with new life. Gone were the fat disgusting bastards he had envisioned, and now there were now an oversexualized version of both Scathach, and Raikou.

“No!” Quinn cried as blood and power washed through his body.

“Well we already gave you the legs, now we gotta expand on that, and give you a nice set of hips to go with it. You need something to help make sure you know how to strut those legs, and swing that butt.”

“No! I don’t want to swing or strut anything, god damn it!”

“Too bad damn it! It would be a shame if there isn’t anything there to compliment it.”

His short, boring hips pushed out with a loud snap, making him whimper. Sharp pain resounded through his lower body as if something had slammed into his body. With him no longer holding them, his pants could no longer remain and fell, exposing the ill-fitting underwear that was dangling from his legs.

Quinn pulled his hands away and continued to look for Ishtar’s card amongst the servants. His eyes went to Ereshkigal, who despite being fully ascended and maxed out, he kept in her base form because of her tapered waist and plush thighs.

Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe. The burning feelinging from his throat intensified. A horse gasp came from him as he struggled. To fill his lungs.

Ishtar screamed, her voice bruning with loathing and jealously. “As if Ereshgikal could compare to me at all!”

A sudden heat came through his third leg, which made him quiver. Blood rushed toward it and it stood proud, as if wanted to be seen by all. Right at its height, it began to reduce in size, slithering inside his body. Quinn whimpered as it shrunk. It was as if someone was digging their heel into his crotch. It sucked inside of him, and a pair of new moist lips took their place, yet the pain remained.

“Gahh!”

His hands inadvertently pushed his balls into his body, making scream as if he had been punched between his legs. Quinn pulled her hands away, and saw a new vagina, eager to be put to use.

A burning feeling overcame her throat. The intensity of it only worsened, earning hacking coughs. Quinn pawed at her throat as if someone was squeezing. Pitiful high pitched whimpers escaped. Thankfully, the pain in her throat eased and she spoke. “Stop this please!”

Right when the words left her mouth, she gasped at the voice that came out. Gone was his normal voice, and now Ishtar’s came from his lips.

“No, I don’t want to.”

Quinn blinked. Unlike before where the voice felt distant, this time Ishtar sounded like she was in front of her.

“We are going to see this through now. There’s a whole new world to explore and I want to see it and the handsome men in it.”

The words came out of her mouth, but she didn’t say them. Quinn tried to move her body as she wished, but nothing followed her command. Not her arms, her legs, or even her lips. To her horror, despite speaking, her lips didn’t move.

“Now then, since I’m the one in charge now. It’s time for me to have some fun.”

Ishtar picked up Quinn’s phone, and looked through the pictures.

Quinn whimpered and couldn’t help but be aroused by the sex scenes. Some of the Fate Servents, and girls from various other franchies being fucked in various other positons. Their breasts on full display and getting fondled in ways that would have made her dick harder then stone if she still had it.

Ishtar chuckled. “You really do like your big tits huh? Well then don’t worry you will get to see mine soon enough.”

Ishtar placed her hand on her bust and her nipples perked against them. They grew against her fingers and she ran her fingers up and down. A needy moan came from her as she played with her developing bosom.

The sensation of their chest being played with rocked their body, making Quinn’s spasm as if she was playing with his junk. With all of his will h tried to fight Ishtar, but no matter how hard he tried, his fingers went against his wishes. Small little lumps formed on her chest and rapidly swelled. Just as quickly as the procedure began it ended when they became a perfect C-cup to rival oranges.

Ishtar laughed. “Who needs big tits when you can have a perfect set that fits perfectly in your hand?”

Quinn could only moan from her place in the mind. Even though she had no control. The sexual bolts gained from it reverberated from her mind. Every bolt made her squirm as if she was blowing her load.

Ishtar ran her hand through their hair. Pale blonde colored hair appeared in her vision and she frowned. She grabbed one of them and scoffed at the rough texture it had. The dull lifelessness it had made her feel as if she was looking at a patch of mud rather than blonde hair.

“Now that I’m here we have to do something about this hair. It is far to ugly and short.”

Ishtar went through the phone again and blinked when she saw a gif of herself playing with her longer locks. It then led to a shot of her swaying hips as her ass swayed from side to side.

“Well that is a little strange, but at least they were able to show off my hair, even if it’s in this…style.”

“God damn it no!” Quinn cried. “Not that damn gif!”

Even now he couldn’t help but admire the way her butt moved and the long black locks of hair.

Black streaks appeared in her hair. She ran her hands through her hair and it lightened against her digits. Her black hair hair billowed down her back. A healthier sheen appeared in it as it brushed down his back. It tickled her butt and continued. She grabbed handfuls of her longer hair, admiring the silky inky black hair as it continued to lenghent. It brushed against her buttocks, eliciting a sexual thrill through her body.

“Much better. At the very least, your body is easy to mold, and we have plenty to work with. Though I saved this part just for you human since you brought up my buttocks earlier and how much you admired it. Since this was your body I thought I would make this the final act.”

Ishtar clenched her butt and grabbed a handful of her bony rear end. Right after she grabbed it, her buttocks ballooned against her fingers. Immediately she was forced to adjust her hold on it with how big it had gotten and continued to expand. As her fingers dug into it, the flabbiness of her rear disappeared the more she held it. It kept getting tighter as it grew, until she had a large bubble but with all the firmness of a ripe peach.

“There we go, now thi is a butt worthy of a goddess like myself.”

Quinn wanted to deny it, but he couldn’t. Not with the tight tone her posterior had. Even though his physical body had lost

Ishtar giggled. “Enjoying the feel of my body?”

“D-don’t talk like this is your body! This was my body, and you molded.”

Ishtar scoffed. “Please there is nothing left to show it was your’s. It is and will now always be my perfect form. Now then, with this body finally worthy of being a vessel for me, it's time to see if there is anything worth putting on.”

At the sight of the clothes inside a frown formed. She pulled out a random shirt and tossed it over her shoulder. Another was pulled out and she was met with an old shirt, even worse off then the last. A button down shirt was another, but proved to be just as disappointing to her.

“There has to be something in here that isn’t worth ugly and will show off my good looks.” She pulled out one of her shirts and grimaced. With a gag of disgust she tossed it over her. None of the pants were worth her time either.

“C’mon there has to be something meaningful here. Even a slob like you has to wear some nice clothes from time to time.”

The room to the door opened, making her stop.

Ishtar peeked her head out of the room, and saw John standing in the door. Drool formed at the edge of her mouth as she ogled the example of a strong athlete. The strong broad muscles he had were covered in a sweat. His strong legs and formed were fully exposed with the shorts and sleeveless top he wore.

“John? Get out of here asshole! I don’t need you to make things worse!”

Ishtar composed herself and put on a saucy smirk. “Well looks like I’m going to have another wonderful start to work with.”

“No do not fuck him! I’m not into D!”

“Well too bad, because I am, and I need to get used to this body again.”

Ishtar tossed her shirt to the side, exposing her body,

A noticeable tent formed in his loose gym shorts, and her smirk turned into a grin. John’s face quickly darkened and he went to adjust his pants to his arousal. Ishtar rushed forward with and moved his hand away. With her other hand, she trailed his strong poll.

“Now, now, you don’t need to worry about hiding it. It looks like you’re packing something nice and long down there. I wouldn’t mind getting a better look at it. Why don’t we have a little fun handsome?”

John seemed to fight with himself and what he should do. Ishtar stood on the tips of her toes and kissed.

As if all sense of restraint had been destroyed, John lifted her up by her ass, kneading it as he took her to his bed.

“No! John you fucker stop!”

Ishtar thought. “Keep going big boy! I need a good fuck and it seems like you’re going to give me it!”

She smirked as John threw out various explicatives, but focused on John. The length of his pole was fully exposed to her. Glee shot through Ishtar, while horrified disgust reverberated from the spot Quinn’s consciousness was stored.

“Oh my you weren’ disappointed at all. Now put it in me big boy, and I’ll make sure you know how to use it.”

While Ishtar adjusted herself. John followed her order, much to her glee. He was clumsy at first, but that didn’t matter to her. “Don’t worry big boy. With how you’re making me feel, I’m definitely going to com back to you and give you plenty of experience in how to please your lovers.

Epilogue

Ishtar admired herself in the mirror and how much of her body was on display for all to see. Now she was dressed up in sexy clothes worthy of showing off her body. All that supported her modest bust was the small ornate white and gold top, which did nothing to hide her cleavage and the shape of her breasts. A small black bikini bottom hugged her ass and showed off the marvelous curves of it. Even though she might not have the biggest bust, from the way she was swaying her broad hips, it was more than enough to make up for it.

“If only John was here to have some fun with this body. Looks like I’ll have to send him some pics for when he gets back.”

If her roommate was here, she would make sure to have some fun with him, but he would be gone for the next couple of days because of a family matter.

Ever since she had come to this world, she had made sure to fill her divine duty and spread love and sex with everyone.

Tonight she had no plans, and there was no one of her usual boytoys she could call upon to satiate her needs.

Ishtar flew from her bedroom window with a smile. A hungry lustful grin formed. ‘The night is young and it's time to go out and find a couple of hunky boys to spend the night with!’