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Kazuma scanned the shelf with a twitch of the eye, trying to block out the sound of goddess-on-lich violence behind him. 

“L-Lady Aqua! Lady Aqua!” Down on the floor, her butt up in the air and Aqua’s heel atop it, Wiz squealed. “Stop it! Stooop! I’m going to disappear! I’m going to disappear!” 

With a sigh, Kazuma grabbed an item and made his way over to them.

“Hah!” Folding her arms, Aqua looked down with what she probably assumed was a regal grin. “That’s what you get, you obnoxious undead! Maybe you should have stayed in your grave, instead of forcing me to– Ow!” 

“Stop that,” said Kazuma, as Aqua fell back, rubbing her head and whining. “Stop bullying Wiz. I want to buy something.” Helping the lich to stand, he held up the item he’d chosen. “How much for this?” 

Brushing herself down, Wiz blinked as she studied the object in his hands: a small glass mirror, elegantly framed, with a sparkling jewel at the top. “Oh!” she said, eyes widening in surprise. “That’s the Sorceress’s Mirror! Whatever made you pick that?” 

“The Sorceress’s Mirror?” said Kazuma, cocking his head. “Eh, I just wanted something to replace the one in my room. What does it do?” 

“Well…” Wiz pressed her fingertips together. “It’s supposed to let you resize it, so you can place it in your bedroom and carry it on your person. It’s also supposed to keep itself clean and unchipped, but…” She looked away.

Kazuma could tell she wasn’t saying something. “What’s the catch? It’s not going to suck me into the mirror world or anything, is it?” 

Wiz wrung her hands, looking a little awkward. “It’s supposed to be possessed by the ghost of the evil queen who owned it,” she said, struggling to meet Kazuma’s eye. “The legends say she was so obsessed with her beauty she led her kingdom into ruin, and she stayed staring into the glass right up until the assassin’s dagger pierced her heart.” 

“Huh,” said Kazuma, turning it around in his hands. “Cool story. Is it true though?” 

Wiz looked away. “Well, I’ve never actually seen the ghost, but…” 

“So you’ll let me have it for half-price?” 

“E-eh? Why–?” 

“This is a cursed item shop, right? If the item’s not cursed, doesn’t it count as defective? You should let me have it at a discount.” 

“I-I–I don’t know if that really makes…” 

“I’ll give you 10,000 eris for it.” Dumping a small sack of coins on the counter, Kazuma grabbed Aqua by the ear. “Come on,” he said, leading her squeaking out of the store. “You’re paying me back for this, too! You’re the reason I needed this stupid thing in the first place…!” 

“Ow! Ow! Ow! Okay, okay, I’m sorry! Ow…!” 

As they left the store behind them, Kazuma faintly heard Wiz’s voice calling after them. “W-wait! Kazuma…! Kazuma, be caaaareful!” 

*

Closing the door of his bedroom behind him, Kazuma marched to the site of his former mirror (now lying in shards in the trash–he’d made Aqua sweep it up), and raised his new one. “Now, how do you work?” he asked, turning it around and around in his hands. “Wiz said I could resize you, didn’t she? So how…?” 

With a sudden surge of inspiration, he grabbed the frame by its corners and tugged. To his delight, it stretched in his hands as if it were made of taffy, swiftly expanding into a full-sized mirror, complete with stand. “Perfect!” He placed it on the ground and stepped back, a big grin on his face. Was he crazy, or did this thing make him look even better than the last one? A skinny neet in a tracksuit had never looked so good! 

The longer he stared, however, the lower his confidence grew. No, something was wrong here… What was wrong with his hair, to start? He’d never seen it so messy! Urgh! 

With a groan of despair, Kazuma flung himself about the room in search of a brush. Finding one underneath the bed, he shook the dust out and worked it through his hair, sighing in relief as he combed out all the knots and tangles. It took him almost ten minutes of work, but soon enough he had it looking somewhat presentable. Certainly more presentable than it had looked in a long time. 

Stepping back, he examined himself again. Urgh! And what was with his complexion? His skin looked as if it hadn’t been washed in years! Leaving the mirror behind, he rushed into the bathroom, filled his hands with water and splashed it all over his face, several times, wishing each time that he had access to all his special oils and ointments. 

Returning to his bedroom, he back into the shining depths of the mirror and frowned. Urgh, he’d made a start, but there were still so many steps to go. He sniffed an armpit. Urgh! Starting with a nice, long bath! 

On second thought, perhaps simply combing and washing were insufficient. Perhaps what his appearance really needed was the touch of a little magic~. 

Approaching the mirror, Kazuma raised his hands and spoke a magic word he didn’t know had entered his vocabulary. His hands fizzled and bubbled with etherious fluid, as though he’d summoned the contents of a shampoo bottle straight into his hands. With a smug smile, he slipped his fingers into his hair and worked them through it, eager to make sure every single lock and strand received the benefits of the spell. 

As he worked, his hairs stretched like threads on the loom and flowed down his shoulders in a waterfall of chocolate. By the time they came to a stop, they were almost at his hips. “Much better,” he said, swishing it imperiously. “Ah, but there’s still so much to do~.” With a glint in his eyes, Kazuma turned back to the mirror. 

This time, his focused his attention on his face, squeezed his nose to a smaller size and smoothed all the harshness out of his jaw, never mind sweeping away all those little bumps and zits and other nasty imperfections. This done, he rubbed his hands and spoke another word, filling them with a glimmering magical powder. Without a hint of hesitation, he threw it at his face, plastering his features in the stuff, and by the time he lowered them again, he had perfectly applied makeup, complete with eye shadow and blush. All that was missing was a little lipstick, and he wasted no time fixing that: fingertip sparkling, he worked it over his lips, and in less than a second, they were plump and pink and glossy. She smooched then, grin widening. “Perfection.” 

Her smile drooped the instant he looked down. Her head looked much better now, but the rest of his body remained a travesty. With a sigh, she raised his hands and chanted another magical word. Her fingers crackled. He applied them to her body.

Working down, she smoothed away his Adam’s apple and pressed down on her head to shorten her spine. Taking her shoulders in her hands, she squeezed them tight, forcing the inward, and repeated the procedure a second later for his ribcage. Her hips, he pinched between forefinger and thumb and drew outward in the same manner as the mirror, leaving her with an excellent birthing figure. His arms and legs, she ran her hands up and down, brushing away the hairs and thinning wrists and ankles and extremities till every last trace of masculinity had been erased. 

Appraising herself afresh, she smiled in satisfaction. “Much better. But we’re not quite there yet.” With a smile, she planted her hands on her butt, through her cheeks through the fabric of her tracksuit. With a whispered word, they swelled, growing thick and fat and intensely fecund. By the time she released them, she had the derrière of the noblewoman she was, generously endowed, yet not to such a degree as to be vulgar. 

Placing her hands on her chest, Kazuma pressed down hard and focused. Her palms lit up, bright pink light shining from beneath them, and with a sound like pouring water, her chest started to inflate. She watched in the glass, a smile playing on her face, as her lost boobs blossomed, thickening till they filled her hands and then some. Clasping them tight, she shivered and sighed. “Much better.”

Naturally, this left only one thing: spreading her legs, Kazuma slipped her hands between them and pushed up, hard. She had to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning as her pathetic cock slipped inside her, slurping her balls up with it. Soon, all that remained were a pair of thick lips, exceedingly tight. Shivering in delight, she released them. 

With a smile, she turned her attention back to the mirror once before. Where before had stood a scrawny, ill-kempt neet, there now stood a beautiful, immaculately-groomed young woman with a body certain to sway the eyes of every man in the kingdom. Fluttering her eyelashes at her reflection, she smiled. Only one thing remained before she was done…

Grabbing her tracksuit by the breast, she tore it off her in a single sharp motion, stepping out of the scraps like a butterfly from the cocoon. Running her hands up and down her naked form, she examined it in the glass and smiled at what she saw. Perfection.

Now all that remained was to find some fitting clothes…

“Kaaazuma! Kaaazuma!” 

With a smile, she made her way to the door. 

*

Kneeling there on the floor of the living room, Aqua screwed up her eyes and bawled into her hands. “Kaaazuma! Where are you?” 

Hiccuping, she stumbled a few steps forward, almost slipping in the puddle of wine on the floor. Shards of glass crunched beneath her heels. Snivelling, she rubbed her eyes again. “Kazuma! Help me–hic!–help me fix my bottle! It’s all over the flooooor! Kaaaazuma!” 

Footsteps sounded on the landing. Hope flashed through Aqua’s form. “Kazuma!” she cried, spinning to face it. “Kazuma! You’ve got to help–!” Her jaw slammed shut, and her eyes snapped open. Instantly sobered, she stared, unable to comprehend quite what she was seeing. “Who are you?!” 

A woman stood in the doorway, her generous figure entirely exposed. Cocking her hips, she smiled an imperious smile. “My, Aqua, I’ve never realized how beautiful you are.” 

For some reason she couldn’t quite comprehend, Aqua covered her chest. W-why did this woman’s voice sound so familiar? Who was she? 

Smile widening, the woman strode forward, her generous hips sashaying with every step. Aqua, however, found her eyes locked on her smile. She’d only even seen one person smile that perverted grin, and that person was…

Aqua’s jaw dropped as she made the connection. “N-No way! K-Kazuma? How?!” 

Kazuma smiled. “I’m just trying out a new look, darling. That little mirror of Wiz’s has done wonders for my complexion.” Slipping her fingers under Aqua’s chin, she pulled her closer. “Mmm, you look even prettier up close. Such excellent skin. Yes, you’ll suit my purposes perfectly.” 

Eyes trembling, Aqua leapt to her feet and backed away. She really didn’t like the look in Kazuma’s eyes. “St-stay back! I don’t know what that mirror has done to you, but you’re not going to get your hands on me!” 

Kazuma arched an eyebrow. “Oh, is that so?” Raising a hand, she snapped her fingers.

Before Aqua even had a chance to gasp, she shot across the room and straight into Kazuma’s grip. She squealed as the taller woman’s hands settled on her shoulders. “H-hey! What are you doing?! Let me go! Let me–!” 

Kazuma said a magic word.

Without pause, magical energy roared out of her hands and straight into Aqua’s body. She screamed as it coursed through her, setting her skin on fire and making her squeal in wild ecstasy. Her body felt like it was going to explode. 

As Aqua struggled, Kazuma placed a hand on her head and pushed down, hard. Aqua had just enough time to emit one last scream before her head collapsed into her chest, instantly flattened: “Mmmphf!” 

Grinning, Kazuma slipped behind her and grabbed her arms, pulling them back and twining her fingers together till Aqua couldn’t separate them. She squirmed, but she couldn’t pull free. 

Once she was done with Aqua’s fingers, Kazuma bent down and seized her ankles. Dragging her feet upward (without Aqua falling to the floor, somehow), she pressed her soles into her palms and squeezed them till they were a single lump of matter, indistinguishable. Inside, Aqua moaned at the feeling. Stoop! What are you doing to me? Stooop! 

Stepping back, Kazuma cocked her head and released a smug chuckle. “Now, let’s see…” Striding forward, she placed her hands on Aqua’s chest.

Inside, Aqua screamed as her hands dug deep into her boobs. Nnn~! Stop it! Let gooo! Let gooo! 

Still laughing, Kazuma massaged and kneaded till Aqua’s boobs had been flattened into her chest, and continued to work over her torso like it was a piece of clay, smushing it flat and stretching everything wide. In the end, she looked more like a sail than a goddess.

With a smirk, Kazuma returned to her rear and started doing something very similar to her legs, squishing Aqua’s fat thighs into enormous sheets of flesh, flat and wide. Slowly, the goddess’s new form took shape. 

Aqua, of course, had no idea what she was becoming. All she could feel was the pressure of Kazuma’s lascivious hands working her body, their every touch and tickle striking her with a fresh pang of mind-bending pleasure. She wanted to squeal. Nnn~! Stoop! Stoop! It’s too much! 

With a laugh, Kazuma worked that much faster. “Now for some color~.” She rolled her hands and produced a palmful of blue gel, which she wasted no time lathering all over Aqua’s body. When it touched her, her skin turned as blue as her hair.

Finally, Kazuma stepped back and brought her hands together in a clap. In an instant, Aqua’s world grew enormous, and all her weight vanished from her body. With a squeal, she dropped, fluttering slowly to the ground. She could only squeal as the puddle of wine approached. N-no! Nonono! 

Fortunately, Kazuma snatched her up before she had a chance to touch it. “Perfection,” she said, giving Aqua an enormous smile. “Would you like to see your new shape, my little goddess?” 

N-new shape? 

With a grin, Kazuma held up the mirror she’d purchased from the lich’s store. Aqua studied it, but she couldn’t see herself at all. In Kazuma’s hand was nothing more than a simple pair of panties, blue and frilled. 

Realization struck like a hammer. Nononononono! Kazuma! Kazuma, you can’t do this to me! Kazuma, I’m a goddess! I’m a gooooodddess! 

As Aqua burst into tears, Kazuma simply laughed. “Now, let’s see how well you fit me, shall we?” And stretching Aqua wide, she raised a leg. 

Pulled taut, Aqua could only scream inside as the former Kazuma’s leg rose, her enormous foot hovering over her like a giant’s. Nonononono–! It entered her with a schlup! and Aqua screamed at the feeling of it inside her, filling her fabric body’s hole so full she wanted nothing more than to get it out. Nnn~! Kazuma! 

With a chuckle, Kazuma raised her other foot and slipped it inside her as well. Aqua could only wail, mind lost to lust, as the adventurer-turned-sorceress pinched her straps and tugged her swiftly up her legs, leaving her screaming even louder as her fat thighs stretched Aqua’s holes. Nnn~! Enough…! 

Finally, Kazuma released her with a snap. Trapped in her own body, her figure wrapped around Kazuma’s hips and so taut she felt she could tear at any second, Aqua could only cry, pleading for someone to come and save her. Megumin! Darkness…! Somebody help me! I don’t wanna be a pair of panties…! 

Giving Aqua’s fabric a little snap, Kazuma grinned and set off back upstairs. 

*

Lying back on her bed, Megumin aimed her arm at the ceiling and mimed shooting a fireball from her staff. “Explosion! Boom…!” Imaginary debris rained down on her bed.

With a sigh of boredom, she tried to roll over. How long was it going to be before her strength came back? Normally she’d recovered by the time Kazuma finished carrying her back to the mansion, but today her body refused to stop aching. It was a struggle even to lift her arms. 

Lying back with a sigh, she groaned. At least Kazuma wasn’t here to take advantage of her…

The door swung open. Turning her head to it, Megumin blinked. “Yunyun?” she said. No, wait– The woman in the door had dark hair like Yunyun, not to mention her impressive oppai, but Yunyun had red eyes like every other member of the Crimson Demons, and the woman in the door had green ones instead. The only person she knew with green eyes was–

“Hello, Megumin,” said the woman, striding into the room and closing the door behind her. “Still too tired to stand up? Perfect. That will make this so much easier.” 

“K-Kazuma?” cried Megumin, barely able to believe what she was saying. Since when was Kazuma a woman?! Let alone one with a body like… like this… Looking her up and down, she couldn’t help but blush. How was Kazuma of all people bigger than her? 

Approaching the bed, Kazuma cupped her breasts and wiggled them in Megumin’s face. “Enjoying the view, Megumin? I know you’ve always wanted to get your hands on a pair of boobs like these… Why don’t the two of us make a little deal?” 

Megumin trembled. “D-deal?” she said. Why did she feel so afraid? It was only Kazuma, wasn’t it? Only, the altered adventurer had the presence of someone far older… and more powerful. She swallowed.

Kazuma swallowed. Releasing her breasts, she traced her hands down her front, bringing them at last to the pair of tight blue panties visibly straining around her waist. Seeing them, Megumin squinted. They looked really familiar as well. 

“Do you like Aqua’s new look?” said Kazuma. “She was ever so reluctant, but I think she fits me perfectly~.” 

Megumin realized the truth an instant before Kazuma finished. “You turned her into panties?!” 

“Only the finest pair,” said Kazuma, plucking a strap and releasing it with a snap. She leaned in close, too close for Megumin’s comfort. “Now, how would you like to be my bra?” 

“Your bra?!” 

Kazuma clapped a hand over her lips. “That’s right~.” Holding it there tight, she raised the other and spoke a magical word Megumin had never heard before. With a flash, a tiny pink flame formed between her fingertips. 

Licking her lips, Kazuma lowered it to Megumin’s breasts. “You should be happy,” she said. “After all, it’s not like you were ever going to have a pair of your own.” Her fire caught Megumin’s robes, and with a flash they burst into flame. Megumin squealed as the flames washed over her, devouring her outfit in an instant and vanishing with a puff of smoke a moment later. All she could do was squeal at her nakedness. 

“Mmm~,” said Kazuma, kneeling beside the bed. “Now, let’s get to work on you. With a little laugh, she planted her hands on Megumin’s shoulders. 

Megumin could only watch and whimper, clay in the potter’s hands, as Kazuma wrenched her off the bed and lifted her into the air, suspending gravity with a flick of the wrist so casual it left Megumin speechless. Just what caliber of wizard was Kazuma now? 

Holding Megumin above the bed, her body as weightless as a balloon, Kazuma grabbed her toes and tickled them a little, making her laugh despite her situation, before tightening her grip and curling her legs backward and up, till her soles were aimed at the back of her head. Megumin squealed. “What are you doing to me?” 

“Now, now,” replied Kazuma. “That will be evident soon enough, darling.” With a smirk, she placed a hand on Megumin’s mouth… and washed it away like dirt with a damp cloth. Megumin squealed, her eyes wide with horror. 

Chuckling to herself, Kazuma grabbed Megumin’s wrists and stretched her arms high, before curling them backward till her hands met up with her feet. Megumin could only stare, eyes trembling in horror. 

“Now,” said Kazuma, licking her lip. “This may feel a little uncomfortable.” 

Slipping behind her, she grabbed Megumin’s thighs… and wrenched them as far apart as they would go. Megumin squealed a silent squeal, eyes shaking. I’m doing the splits! 

“Much better,” said Kazuma. “Now, that’s the basic shape sorted. Now with just need to deal with the extraneous parts.” She smiled. Megumin trembled. 

Placing a hand on top of Megumin’s head, Kazuma pushed down gently. “Don’t worry–this won’t hurt at all.” With a thin laugh, she thrust downward. Megumin’s head vanished into her neck with a schlorp.

“Mmmphf! Mmmphf!” The crimson demon thrashed and shook to the extent of her ability, which wasn’t much. Kazuma chuckled. 

“Now,” she said, “let’s get all that extra mass where it really needs to go. After all, you’re going to need much larger cups if you want to hold my breasts.” With a smile, she seized Megumin’s butt.

St-stop! Let gooo! Nnn~! Inside, Megumin wailed in lust as Kazuma kneaded her cheeks and wrapped her hands around her hips, slowly working the fat up, up, upward, till the lower half of Megumin’s torso slipped into her chest. She squealed inside, unable to bear the feeling–it felt as if all the most erogenous parts of her were being made to touch! 

As she lost herself to the pleasure of it, her boobs trembled and twitched, nipples poking out hard. Watching from what seemed like inside them, she squealed as they bloated, rapidly fattening till they were a pair of enormous sacks, big and jiggly as Kazuma’s own. In fact, they seemed to be almost exactly the same size. Nnn~! Stoooop! 

“Oh my,” said Kazuma. “That’s perfect~.” Reaching around, she grabbed Megumin’s new boobs, wrapped her fingers and thumbs around her nipples and tweaked them like she was trying to tear them off. Megumin screamed. 

Piece by piece, Kazuma continued to work her, kneading Megumin’s flesh like dough and slowly rolling the majority of it into her boobs and her limbs. The latter, she wrapped her hands around again, squeezing and wringing till they’d been reduced to flimsy straps, thinner even than a finger.

Planting her hands on the back of Megumin’s boobs, Kazuma forced them in on themselves, flattening them as well, till all that remained were a pair of fleshy cups, their nipples still twitching. Megumin moaned as Kazuma stroked them. 

Finally, rubbing her hands together, Kazuma started to work them all over Megumin’s strange new body again, smoothing away those few remaining hints of her humanity and leaving the flesh she passed a bold crimson. At last, she stepped and cocked her head, resting her chin in her palm as she studied Megumin in amusement. “Perfection.” 

She snapped, and Megumin tumbled out of the air, landing with a sad little thwap on her own bed. She wanted to whimper. Turn me back! Turn me baaack! 

“You look a lot better like this, Megumin,” said Kazuma, leaning over her with a look of smug amusement. “Would you like to see yourself?” Without waiting for an answer, she held up a mirror. 

Staring into the glass, Megumin wanted to squeal in horror. Th-that’s me?! 

Where she should have seen her body, she saw nothing but a bra, bright red with yellow ribbons, the right cup marked with an X. She wanted to tremble in horror.

“Shall we see if you’re big enough?” said Kazuma, smirk growing wider. Without waiting for a response, she snatched Megumin off the back and unclipped her clasps. Megumin screamed as a fresh jolt of pleasure surged through her.

Slipping her arms through Megumin’s straps, a process that left the former arch-wizard squealing in ecstasy, Kazuma tugged her back and slammed her enormous breasts straight into what felt like Megumin’s own chest. 

K-Kazuma! Megumin wanted to squeal. It felt as if Kazuma’s boobs were rubbing against her own. She could practically feel their nipples t-touching. Nnn~! Take me off! Nnnn~! 

Examining herself in the mirror, Kazuma smiled. “Exquisite.” 

*

The door creaked as Darkness stepped into the mansion. “Hellllooo!” she called out, closing it carefully behind her. “I’m back! …Helllo?” Blinking, she looked around, excepting to hear someone call back, but the house remained stubbornly silent. 

Instinctively, her hand went to the hilt of her sword. Why was there such a chill in the air? Leaving the hallway behind, she strode into the living room, where the fire had burned low in the grate. Pressing through, she came to the stairs and hurried up them, her sabatons clacking against the wooden steps. First, she checked the bathroom, hoping to find Megumin or Aqua sequestered inside, but it was as empty as the rest of the building. 

Finally, finding everyone else’s empty, she came to her own bedroom. The instant she arrived at the door, she knew something was out of place: the smell of perfume, thick and rich, was heavy on the air, and it wasn’t a scent she remembered ever buying. Swallowing, she turned the handle and stepped inside. 

What she found on the other side brought her to a complete stop, her eyes wide in shock, her face red and flushed. Her jaw opened and closed as she struggled to respond. “Wh-who are you?!” 

The woman on the bed rolled over, revealing a pair of evergreen eyes that sparkled with amusement. “Oh, Darkness~,” she said, sitting up. “I’m so glad you could finally join us.” 

“J-join us?” asked Darkness, hand tightening on her sword. “Who are you?!” 

“Oh, don’t be like that,” said the woman on the bed. “Surely you recognize your own adventuring party?” She swept her hand down her front, over the red bra around her breasts and down, down, to the pair of tight blue panties wrapped around her nethers.

Darkness blinked, struggling to process what she was seeing. “A-adventuring party? You don’t mean…?” 

The woman smiled. “Do you like my makeover?” she asked. “I’m sure you never expected to see Kazuma look so pretty, did you?” 

It was like a candle had been lit in Darkness’s brain. All at once, everything she was seeing made sense. “Y-you–you’re wearing Aqua and Megumin?” 

Kazuma smiled. “Naturally. It would hardly do for a woman of my beauty to wear common rags, would it? No, only the finest garments suit my illustrious body.” 

“What happened to you?” cried Darkness, unsure whether to draw her sword or slip it back into its sheath. “Kazuma, what’s going on? Why are you a woman now? And why–?” 

Before she could finish, Kazuma slipped out of the bed and marched across the room towards her. Darkness’s hand tightened on her sword, but Kazuma simply leaned in close, so close they could have kissed one another. “Why don’t you stop worrying and enjoy the experience, Lalatina?” She stroked a lock of hair out of Darkness’s eyes.

Darkness went so red she could have been mistaken for Megumin’s dress. “K-Kazuma!” 

The green-eyed sorceress simply smiled. Leaning close, she planted her lips on Darkness’s own, just long enough for Darkness to slam her legs shut. Pulling away, she smiled even wider. “Look at you,” she said, eyes glinting with delight. “An adorable little knight caught in the web of an evil sorceress. However will you escape me?” 

Darkness bit her tongue as her nethers caught fire. “I-I-I–” Her legs shook. She almost dropped to her knees. 

“Let’s start by getting you out of that awful armor,” said Kazuma. Stepping back, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers. 

The same instant the sound struck Darkness’s ears, she felt a sudden sense of weight loss. A moment later, her armor clattered to the ground, leaving her standing there in nothing more than her dress. She gasped. “K-Kazuma?” 

Lurching forward, Kazuma grabbed it by the neck and wrenched outward. Darkness screamed as it came apart like paper, a jagged line stretching down the front and exposing her cleavage. “N-no!” she cried, voice faint, breath steamy. “St-st-stop!” Her heart thudded; her chest rose and fell. 

Smirking, Kazuma tightened her grip and continued to tear, ripping Darkness’s dress all the way down to her cincher, which she unlaced with a single tap of her fingers. Flinging it aside, she resumed tearing, until at last Darkness’s gown fell to the ground in two halves, ripped from neck to hemline. 

Darkness, exposed, dropped to her knees and panted like a dog, her body rippling with each intense breath. Her heart hurt–her sex was on fire. She wanted nothing more than for it to get worse.

Standing over her, Kazuma laughed. “I should have guessed you’d be wearing nothing under there, Lalatina. Mmm~, let me get one last look at your beautiful body before I put it to proper use.” With a flick of the finger, she flung Darkness back to her feet, and leaned in close, hands raised and fingers flexing. 

Screwing up her eyes, Darkness moaned as Kazuma worked her elegant fingers slowly down her form, pinching her shoulders and cupping her breasts before sliding down her waist to grab two enormous clumps of buttfat. Darkness could only moan, eyes wild with delight. “Stop…” she said weakly. “You’ll never… you’ll never break me.”

“Mmm-mn,” said Kazuma. “No, of course not.” 

Finally, just as Darkness thought her pleasure couldn’t grow any greater, a pair of fingers slipped straight inside her sex. She squealed, slamming her legs shut and screwing up her eyes, but Kazuma’s fingers were already deep inside, and she had no intention of pulling them out any time soon. Catching Darkness’s clitoris with her thumb, she leaned in close and pecked her on the nipple. Darkness could only squeal.

With one last little laugh, Kazuma took her free hand and threaded it between Darkness’s legs. Wrenching them apart, she brought her hands together as if in prayer and forced four fingers–two from each hand–into the depths of Darkness’s sex, making her scream as they slipped deep, deep inside her. “Nnn~! K-Kazuma! Nnnn~!” 

Licking her lips, Kazuma spread her hands. Darkness screamed as her pussy spread, opened like a pair of curtains. In an instant, it was so wide Kazuma could have crawled inside. “K-Kazuma?!” As Darkness wailed, the sorceress spread her pussy wider and wider, until at last it was a meter or more in width, wide and dripping. Darkness could only scream at the tension in her nethers.

With a magical word and a flurry of the hands, Kazuma spun Darkness around. As she squealed, Kazuma slipped her hands, still so sticky with Darkness’s nectar, straight into the crusader’s mouth and wrenched it open with exactly as little difficult. Mouth stretched so wide she could have swallowed the sorceress’s head, Darkness squealed and struggled to slam it shut again. Only the feeling of Kazuma’s hands working their way up and down her body kept her from regaining control.

Chuckling to herself, Kazuma’s pressed down on Darkness’s breasts, forcing all the air up and out of her body with a wail of orgasmic delight. Deflated, she slumped to the floor and lay there trembling and moaning as Kazuma lifted her wrists and casually stuffed her hands into her arms like she was forcing a cloth through a little hole. Darkness moaned, her entire body burning, as ecstasy soared through her, setting her nerves aflame and leading her pleading for mercy. 

Soon, Darkness’s lowers arms had vanished into their upper halves, leaving only empty, sleeve-like pockets of flesh in their place. Kazuma chuckled and, without a pause, started doing something very similar to her legs, rolling them up and into themselves till barely anything remained. Darkness could only scream.

With each little touch and tickle, the pleasure roaring through her body grew that much stronger, threatening to rip control away from her entirely. She wanted to thrash and moan and cry out in wild lust, but Kazuma’s touch had ripped the strength out of her entirely. All she could do was lie there and twitch a little as the sorceress massaged the last remnants of her human form away.

Rubbing her hands over Kazuma’s face, she brushed aside her eyes and her eyes and her nose and every save her mouth, pressing her head into her neck entirely, unable nothing remained of it save a hole her shoulders. This accomplished, she rubbed her hands together till they practically sparkled with magic and worked them in circles all over Darkness’s body, washing away her skin and leaving only smooth, yellow fabric in its place. With every fresh touch, she moaned a little louder inside. She’d never felt such ecstasy. 

Finally, Kazuma’s hands reached her distorted pussy, and with that, nothing remained of Darkness’s old form whatsoever. As the sorceress stepped back, Darkness collapsed into a wellspring of ecstasy, mind too full of pleasure to even understand what was happening to her. She wanted to break into moans. 

“Curious as to how your new form looks?” asked Kazuma, leaning over her with an intensely smug look. “Here…” She held up a mirror.

It took Darkness several seconds to understand what she was being show: before her, sparkling in the glass of Kazuma’s mirror, lay an elegant dress, long and golden and intensely sexual. She blushed at the sight alone–she’d never seen anything quite so erotic. 

Chuckling smugly to herself, Kazuma snatched her up by the shoulders. “Enticing, aren’t you? Why don’t we see how you look once I slip you on?” 

If Darkness had still had a mouth, she would have been panting. Yes! Yes! Put me on! Wear me like the slutty dress I aaaam! 

With a wiggle of her finger, Kazuma threw her into the air and stepped under her, raising her arms high. Darkness squealed in delight as she fluttered down, down, sliding around Kazuma’s body like she were destined to be worn. She screamed as Kazuma filled her, her erotic fabric clinging neatly to the other woman’s curvaceous form.

Seizing her by the hem, the sorceress pulled her sharply down, making Darkness scream even louder–she could feel Kazuma’s hips stretching her pussy, feel Kazuma’s breasts filling her own. Even the sensation of Kazuma’s neck in her mouth was impossibly orgasmic–it felt as she were sucking on a giant, throbbing–

“Very nice,” said Kazuma, running a hand down Darkness’s front. Darkness squealed. “The three of you came out perfectly~.” 

Leaving Darkness’s bedroom behind, Kazuma strolled through the house, her every step raising her dress’s pleasure as she made her way to the main hall. By the time she arrived, Darkness was all but ready to orgasm.

Entering the living room, Kazuma dropped onto the couch with a silent scream from her dress. “Now,” said Kazuma, raising her legs. “Wherever shall I get my shoes?” She wiggled her excellently-manicured toes.

As if on cue, someone knocked at the mansion door. “Megumin? Meeeegumin? Are you in there? Hello…? Please open up! I brought gifts for yooooou!” 

Kazuma licked her lips. “Perfect~.”