Nomi's Dungeon - Room 3 (Patreon)

As one, their collars flashed a glimmering red. “Darkness,” they said, almost in unison, “Darkness should be the one who doesn’t get the antidote.” A gasp of horror passed through the group.

On the ground, it took Darkness a second to realize what she’d just said, let alone the actual implications of it. She’d been too occupied with the pleasure of her changing body to really pay attention. I’m not getting the antidote? What antidote? What–Nn~! What’s going on?

Slipping her fingers back into her sex, she shuddered in delight at the squeak of her swollen pussy. Grown fat and round and ridiculously pink, it felt so sensitive she almost came just from touching it. Biting her lip, she slipped her hand in even further, struggling to bear the ecstasy rolling through her form.

As she enjoyed herself, the others rushed for the vials they’d found in Chest No. 1. Darkness watched, slightly confused, as they popped the corks and consumed them, throwing back their heads and swallowing as fast as they were able.

It wasn’t until they started changing again that she finally realized what was going on:

Before her eyes, Yang’s boobs shrank back to a more reasonable size, while Aqua’s rubberized thighs did the same. Saber’s cap inverted back into a belly button, and Asuka’s mouth became a mouth once again, freeing her finally to scream.

Oh, they're turning back, thought Darkness, half lost in her own bliss. That’s what the antidote is for.

Realization struck her an instant later. It was like having the world’s largest cock slammed into her pussy.

I’m not getting the antidote! They’re going to leave me like this! Leave me to turn into some cheap, perverted toy! A voluptuous doll with no purpose but to be used and abused by the lowest kind of men to–Nnnn~!

Throwing back her head in a wild scream, Darkness came at the thought of her future. She was going to become fuckdoll… What a terrible fate for such a wholesome crusader. Nn~!

She felt a tingling in her belly. Forcing open her eyes, she looked down and moaned in delight to see a wave of rubber washing over it, turning smooth skin to even sleeker plastic. When it reached her belly button, it inverted, transformed into a cap. She squealed as how perfect it looked.

Washing further up her body, the plastic soon reached her breasts, and Darkness screamed again as they began to inflate, her already fat nipples swelling into two round, plastic plates, thick and firm. When she squeezed her boobs, they squeaked, and ecstasy rocked her body like a harsh summer storm. Darkness moaned.

Now her arms snapped outward to match her legs, forcing into a pose halfway between a hug and an invitation to sex. Nn~! She moaned as she watched her fingers fuse, melding into something more like gloves than human hands.

Finally, she felt a spasm in her neck and drew in a deep breath for one last orgasmic scream. This was it! She was finally going to be become a doll!

Seeing the others standing over her, expression horrified, she released her breath in a wild plea. “Use me! Oh, please, someone use me! Nnn~! Ah, ah, ah… Use–Mmmphf!” A tingling in her lips, followed instantly by the sense of her throat catching. Looking down, she watched as her mouth plumped up and rounded, leaving her with only a fat ring of a mouth like Asuka’s. She practically came again.

Just a tunnel of p-p-plastic… Perfect for some awful man to fill with his… Nnn~! She shook.

Finally, the plastic spread over her eyes and forced them open wide, flattening them into the blank eyes of a doll. She stared ahead, mind wild in lust, and moaned inside as her hair turned into one single clump of plastic too. A few more twitches, and with that, it was over.

Darkness lay there, silent and still, burning for someone to use her.

Fuck me! Oh, Eris! Fuck me!

*

As Darkness ceased moving, Yang took a deep back and swallowed. Beside her, Aqua screamed, and Asuka whimpered. Nami covered her mouth, and Kallen grit her teeth, eyes wide in shock.

No one said anything. As relieved as they were to be back to normal, no one wanted to think about the price they’d paid for it.

Nomi clacked her mouth and released that awful wooden laugh of hers. “Don’t worry, nya, she won’t stay like this forever.”

“Sh-she won’t?” asked May.

“Oh nyo.”

*beat*

“I have a harem full of virile men just waiting to use her–I couldn’t keep her here.” With a laugh, Nomi snapped her fingers, and the floor beneath Darkness opened up. The former crusader dropped into her namesake.

Nomi’s laughter made Yang’s heart hurt.

“Nyow,” continued Nomi, clapping her puppet hands harshly. “Time for the nyext room, nya. Come on, hurry along. There’s nyo time to lose!” She went limp; the room’s exit opened with a click.

For a moment or two, the seven remaining women stood there in shock.

“Is that… is that what’s going to happen to all of us?” said Asuka, visibly trembling.

No one responded. No one wanted to confirm the fact they all suspected the same.

As they stood there in concern, the room began to click and shift around them. The floor lurched and Yang almost lost her footing. “We–we should move,” she said, turning to the door.

In silent agreement, they made a break for it. It turned out to be a good decision: no sooner had all seven of them made it through the door than the exit slammed shut behind them, and a terrible boom rolled through the walls.

“Is she demolishing this place as soon as she’s done with it?” asked Kallen, unbelieving.

Breathing deep, Yang paused to look around. They’d found themselves into a tight little corridor, exactly like the one they’d used to reach the second room. A door stood at the end, their obvious destination.

Before anyone could take a step towards it, a resounding click struck their ears, and the floor dropped away from them, turned smoother than any slide. Yang squealed as her butt hit the floor and she and everyone else slid down it into the darkness.

“Nononono! Help me! Help me!” Asuka’s cries rang through the room.

Yang hissed as she skidded forward, ass skipping along the stones. Soon, they passed into a tunnel, and everything went black. Yang screamed in surprise as the walls whipped past her–they were picking up speed.

The slide jerked left and right, and all of a sudden, the others’ screams were growing distant. Had they been separated?

An instant later, she dropped back into the light.

She landed in a cradle, skeletal and wooden, which slammed shut on her limbs and bound her instantly in place. Slick with sweat, Yang struggled to look around.

Another torture chamber stood before her, one with the same stone walls and burning torches, though this one had been filled with all manner of clothes: they hung from the ceiling, draped the walls, clothed mannequins: dresses, socks, pantyhose, lingerie. Clothes in every imaginable color and style.

She saw a white dress hanging beside a blue pair of thigh-highs. Nearby, a white haired mannequin wearing a pink pair of panties and a cute blue bra. Elsewhere: a bright blonde shirt and a bold scarlet blouse, while on the other side of the room, pinned to the wall like a trophy: a blue swimsuit styled with pink ribbons and stars.

Eyes flicking from left to right, Yang could only stare in amazement.

Six other cradles like her own lined her side of the chamber, and as she watched, her fellow prisoners flew squealing out of the walls one after another and landed in their embrace. They snapped shut on them like Venus flytraps: Snap! Snapsnap!

Ahead of their cradles stood enormous wooden wheels, and beyond them in turn: large mechanical looms. As Yang struggled to figure out what this meant, something stabbed her in the toes. “Ow! Hey!” Looking down, she watched a pair of spindly brass arms tipped with needles stretch what looked like two of her hairs and guide them into the wheel. This done, the arm disappeared into the floor.

“What’s going ooon?!” cried Aqua, her panicked voice rolling through the room.

From above came a polite cough; Yang looked up just in time to see Nomi descending from the ceiling, supported by visible strings.

“Welcome to the Racks, nya. The nature of the trial is simple: in a few minutes, the wheels before nyou will start turning, and nyou will find nyourselves stretched out and spun into the finest thread in all the Spiral. Oh, what wonderful clothes we’ll make of nyou~.”

Clothes?! Yang’s eye shook. Someone else–Aqua?–screamed.

Nomi chuckled. “The process will continue until at least one person has been fully spun, nya. If nyou’d like that to be nyou, simply lie back and enjoy nyourself. But if nyou’d prefer it to be someone else…”

With another whirr, a simple button appeared beside Yang’s right hand. She stared at it, too scared to even think of pressing it.

“...The buttons I’ve just provided will speed up the process for everyone save nyourself. So I suggest nyou push it as many times as nyou can, and as swiftly.”

With a final laugh, she shot up out of sight.

And the wheels began to turn, unwinding them like old sweaters.

Voting time! Who should press their button? Each vote counts as one button press!

Just like last time, there’s a chance for one or more characters to get a Bad End. But unlike the previous vote, this one is inverted:

Say the final votes are:

A: 12 / B: 20 / C: 35

For A, we'd add B’s and C's scores. For B, A's & C's, and for C, A's & B's:

The final totals would be:

A: 55 / B: 47 / C: 32

So A would get the Bad End.

TL;DR: Vote for everyone but the character you want to lose.