Size of Loyalty (Tg) (Patreon)

It was time. Fabian’s nervousness was steadily increasing, even though he knew that he had to play it as cool as possible. He gave one last look in the mirror before he headed out to his first date in ages.

“Cap: Check. Cool outfit: Check. Money to invite her out: Check. I totally got this.” Fabian said, nodded to himself and left his house, ready to see that girl again.

Last week, a friend of his threw a party on the weekends that ended with all of them going into a bar to drink. Fabian wasn’t that hard of a drinker, so out of all his friends, he actually was the only one to exactly remember what had happened that night.

And that was a good thing too, as when all of his other friends were busy competing about who can drink the most, Fabian met a girl at the bar and spent the rest of the night with her. She was apparently a high-ranked officer in some sort of paramilitary organization, and as such she was a bit weird.

He still was unsure whether he wanted to believe everything she said while half drunk at 2 am, but she was very cute, they had the same humor and she had invited him for another date almost immediately after. Why would he refuse?

The meeting spot was a bit bizarre as well. Basically in the middle of nowhere was a cafe that was apparently her favorite. He was not about to question a cute girl's favorite cafe, so he just put it into his navigation system and drove there without any thought.

And when he entered the obviously somewhat empty cafe, he was immediately greeted by Diantha, the girl he had a date with. She was actually wearing some sort of military uniform this time, but Fabian got the feeling that it fit her quite well. And after a brief ‘hello’, Fabian sat down on the table opposite of Diantha.

“I am so glad we could meet again. I am sure you will love what they serve here. In fact…” Diantha said and waved her arms, and the nearby young waitress immediately came over to them.

But there was something unusual about that waitress. She had cat ears on the top of her head, cute little fangs and a cat-like tail sticking out from behind. She was clearly a cat-girl, a type of demihuman that even Fabian knew about. Demihumans were rare, but not impossible to find. Fabian ran into them on the streets every once in a while.

“Are you two ready to order drinks?” The waitress asked in a friendly tone.

“Yes. Please bring me my usual drink, and this fine gentleman the house drink. You just have to try it!” Diantha said and looked at Fabian with shining eyes. Fabian just giggled and nodded. This was not how he imagined his date would start, but it was better than the worst case.

Only a moment later, the cat-eared waitress returned with two drinks in her hand. The drink she placed in front of him had a deep orange color and didn’t look all that special, but Diantha was practically staring holes into him to try it already. He raised his glass and took a big sip from it.

“It’s good. I think I could taste some apples… or are those oranges? Am I at least a little bit correct?” Fabian thought out loud, really taking in the premium drink in front of him. It felt to him like the more he drank, the more warmth he took into his body. And for some reason all the heat gathered in one place after streaming through his body…

“Do you like it~? I can always order more, so don’t hold back~” Diantha said, her smile as wide as usual. After another sip, Fabian’s chest had started to tingle within the condensed heat so much that he just had to grab it with his hand. It almost felt to him like it was pushing out against his hand.

“I have to confess something to you. You might wanna take another sip before I tell you.” She said and Fabian hesitantly took another sip from the drink while looking at her intently. She spoke up again. “I am no human. I am a demon. Surprised~?”

She took off her military hat to reveal two curly horns on the top of her head. Normally Fabian would have been surprised by something like that, but not this time. There was no need to show him, he simply believed her at her word already. It was like the heat in his chest distracted him from doubting Diantha's words.

“And I see that you are about to become one too. How about you take another biiiiig sip from your drink?” Diantha said, stunning Fabian with her words.

“What? Why would I become a demon?” He answered confused, then noticed that his throat was running awfully dry. Without giving it much further thought he took another big sip from the drink and continued to talk through the heat that was once again rapidly spreading through his body. “It’s not like a human can suddenly become a demon out of nowhere, right?”

Fabian’s body was kind of shaking from all of this weird heat flowing through his body. Everything around him seemed to grow a whole lot bigger as his entire body shrank in size, especially along his core. His waist quickly caved in to give him a curve that gave him a very feminine appearance. And after his waist was done, the rest of the heat flowed right back into his chest, expanding it outwards into a nice B cup.

“Oh, you are becoming a demon because of that drink in your hand. I call it the ‘drink of loyalty’ and you should just continue to drink it and don’t worry about it at all.” Diantha said with a much sharper tone than she used before.

There was a side of Fabian that wanted to dismiss her as crazy, give up on the date and go home, but just at the thought of walking away his heart grew exceptionally heavy. And it was then that he realized that he was sipping on the drink again without even realizing it.

A burning hot sensation washed over his entire body, making him shudder briefly. His body felt different… no, the clothes on his body felt different to him. It was as if every hair below his eyebrow had vaporized with the heat and left his skin all around soft and smooth.

The strange sensation also washed over his face, but there was no way for him to know that his nose shrank a bit while his cheekbones rose, giving him a distinctly feminine looking face. And again, after everything the heat had done, it shot right into his chest, blowing it up another cup size or two.

Additional heat flowed straight down to his bottom, making him realize that he was drinking from that weird drink again without noticing. He put the almost empty glass on the table and stood up, only to grab his ass because it felt so weird.

“I am not the best when it comes to men, so I have decided that you will be a female demon like me. You have no issues with that, I assume,” Diantha said as she stood up as well. She slowly walked over to the still perplexed Fabian.

“Of course I do! I… I… am… a man?” Fabian stumbled with his words as the heat in his by now very heavy chest distracted his thoughts. For some reason, all of the arguments for wanting to be a man just kinda slipped him.

When his ass expanded and his hips widened to match, he still couldn’t come up with any reason for wanting to stay male. So when the moment came and his manhood was assaulted by the heat, he actually felt relieved. She was a girl now and happy to be one.

“There is a reason why you are so confused right now. You are turning into a contract-Lillim bound to me. And those have a very special perk with their bodies, you know. You'll be very loyal to me, I can already see that already clear as day!” Diantha explained and poked Fabian’s impressive bust, that was over a D-cup at that point, or in other words the size of two melons, with her finger.

“I am not…” Fabian said, grabbing her chest and backing away from Diantha. There was something severely wrong with Fabian, and she knew it. Even a simple act like backing away from Diantha cost her all of her willpower that she still had left. Something inside her wanted to be poked. Caressed. Played with. But she wouldn’t give in.

“You seem stressed. Here. Finish your drink, and then we will move on to the fun part.” Diantha said, holding out Fabian’s almost empty glass for her to take.

“Good idea. A drink will surely calm me down.” Fabian said out loud and drank the rest of the glass in one fell swoop, only realizing afterwards what she had done.

“Excellent. Now let's get to your non-human parts. When you join our paramilitary organization MoN-Force, you will become a close-quarter combatant.” Diantha said as she moved behind Fabian and started caressing her arms from behind her. “So how about we add some big hands to your tiny frame. Small and nimble, but strong like the big guys.”

At her words Fabian could feel her hands start to swell and her arms with them. With every up and down movement, Diantha’s hand seemed to surround Fabian’s hand less and less. And when she tapped Fabian's hand one final time and let go of them, Fabian saw what kind of monster claw she had received, with her fist almost double the size of her entire head.

“Oh, almost forgot the horns~” Diantha said and briefly rubbed through Fabian's hair. In response it grew a little bit, but that was negligible considering that two massive horns pushed themselves out of her skull, one on each side. The only silver lining for her at that point was that the heat didn’t gather in her chest afterwards anymore.

“Let…me go. I don’t… want to… join you.” Fabian spoke slowly, as if trying to convince herself and not misspeak. She didn’t even know why she wanted to run away so badly until recently, or even what was so bad about Diantha, but she still was convinced that she couldn’t give in. Even if she really, really, really wanted to.

“Oh? You don’t? Then let's play a little game.” Diantha said and turned away from the confused Fabian and towards the cat-girl waitress. Then she shouted. “Please bring me another house drink.”

The cat girl nodded and ran off somewhere, making Fabian shudder as Diantha turned back towards her. Something about her smile was so sweet like candy that it was hard for Fabian to look at her and continue resisting.

“If you make it out of this cafe, then you win. I won’t be chasing you and you are free to do whatever you want.” Diantha said with a big smile. Fabian’s heart bloomed at the thought. She just had to make it out the door and then she would be free. But even the thought of freedom seemed almost completely unappealing to her.

Nevertheless, this was her chance to make a break for it. So she turned around to run as fast as she could…

“No running in here.” Diantha commanded and Fabian’s speed came to a screeching halt. All sense of urgency was thrown out of the window as Fabian slowly continued to walk towards the exit. She knew that she could run, but why would she? Running just seemed like such a waste of energy all of a sudden.

“Let’s mess with you a bit more.” Diantha said, slowly walking besides Fabian with basically the same speed. “Forget your old name. From now on, you will identify yourself as Eila, member of the MoN-Force and proud personal attendant of Diantha. Now, introduce yourself to me!”

“Ah~” Fabian stopped in her place and tried her best to resist that command. She tried to keep her name in the forefront of her head, but before she knew it, it was completely gone. There was a massive urge rising up from her chest that didn’t give her time to wonder about what she had just forgotten.

“I am Eila, member of the MoN-Force and proud personal attendant of Diantha.” Eila spoke, not realizing the impact those words had on her. Diantha was once again right with everything, so Eila should really just stop being so stubborn and accept Diantha as her commander. But some small part of her really wanted to ignore her and head for the door.

“Here is your drink, Madam.” The cat-waitress said and placed the drink on the table. Diantha just smiled at that.

“Here is my next command, dear Eila. Go back to the table and gulp down the entire glass in one go.” Diantha commanded.

Eila knew what she needed to do, so she turned around and walked back to the table, grabbed the drink and proceeded to empty it in one go the best she could. Huge amounts of warmth flowed through her body all at once, but they quickly focused on the parts that really mattered: her chest and head.

“Let’s finish this. Eila, you are an excellent fighter that trains everyday to keep one-upping her game. You have some sadistic tendencies when you fight bad guys, but have a big heart in every other case.” Diantha monologized while walking from left to right in front of Eila, like a strict commander.

Eila’s eyes were empty, her head thoughtless and her mind turned sponge-like ready to absorb every word of her commander as absolute truth. And thus, slowly but surely, her mind started to fill again, with the exact thoughts Diantha wanted her to think.

“You fight for your dream: A world where humans and monsters can live together in harmony, just like the rest of us in the MoN-Force. Your second biggest dream is to be alongside your commander as attendant, do her bidding and fulfill her goals as well.” Diantha continued.

Ideals and dreams started to fill Eila’s head, all of them seemed really important to her. Thoughts of fighting to make the world a better place filled her head, but just as much the face of her Diantha. She was Eila’s commander and the most important person in her entire life. Eila would gladly fulfill Diantha's every wish and do her every command. All she needed to do was ask.

“And despite your somewhat small build, you are extremely proud of that humongous chest of yours.” Diantha spoke and grabbed Eila’s ridiculously-sized, easily over H-cup chest that still seemed to be pushing outwards. As Diantha let go, it bounced quite a bit, because Eila wasn’t wearing anything like a bra.

“You are so proud of your puppies, because you know that the chest size of contract-Lillims represents their loyalty to their commanders. And you happen to blow every other demon out of the water in that regard.” Diantha added.

A gentle warm and cozy feeling coursed through Eila’s body, originating from her breasts that Diantha had just played with. Pride welled up from deep within them, making her yearn for more praise. She was the most loyal. She was the most obedient. She was the best attendant, and she knew it.

“Do you understand?” Diantha asked.

And after a few more seconds of blankly staring into the void, Eila’s expression bloomed into a big smile as she gave an approving nod…

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“Honestly, this wasn’t a big deal. I practically stormed that building by myself because none of those humans knew how to fight.” Eila shook her head as she handed a report to Diantha.

A few weeks had passed since Eila joined the MoN-Force, But for her nothing seemed to have changed, and everything was as it should be.

“But that is impressive. Good job, Eila. Even if there wasn’t as much ‘fun’ for you this time.” Diantha answered and filed that report away into her drawer.

“Nah, it's fine. Not every mission is interesting. Do you have another mission for me?” Eila asked, putting her massive hands behind her head and sticking her prided J-cup sized chest that even dwarfed pumpkins out, really straining the buttons of her uniform.

“Not right now, but I think that I am done for today anyways. Well, I could give you the mission of going to get something to eat with me if you want?” Diantha said in a joking tone.

“Oh~ I would love to take that mission. Do you want to visit that cafe again? I don’t quite remember how the food was last time I was there, but I remember that the drinks were awesome.” Eila said, almost drooling from the thought of it.

“Hehe, yes. The drinks there are something special indeed.” Diantha said, as she left her office with her attendant by her side.

The attendant, with a loyalty whose magnitude could literally be seen.

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Turns out some demons just really want company. And will do a lot to get the type of company they need.

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