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January Shorts 25 Part 1
🕑 Added 2025-01-08 18:00:09 +0000 UTCHey there folks, we're getting back to business.
Requests have been coming in, both short and long, and while I will be going slower with them this time out to try to keep my health from tanking, I'm steadily working my way through them.
So, without further ado, here's what I've got for you so far!
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Request: I was thinking of something that combined mind control, intelligence loss, and findom with Rin and Luvia. Luvia hears the absolutely baffling rumor that Rin has taken up the rising in popularity occupation of content creating streamer and is making a killing doing it. Figuring she can find some ammo to use against her in their next meeting, she watches, only to find her content to be... really enthralling! From that moment onwards, the mass affecting spell takes root in her rival blonde and begins to slowly change her. Luvia quickly rises to become Rin's number one simp and dedicated fan. Other people watching know Luvia's screen name is going to triple what everyone else donates, all combined. She becomes addicted to sending bigger and bigger amounts of tips, all for the sole purpose of getting Rin to shout her out or read her flattering messages of praise. Of course, Luvia tries to deny any accountability for this, making up excuses to herself that donating thousands to her so called rival daily won't put a dent in her family's massive funds, but what she doesn't know is that every time she sends Rin money, she sends a little of her intelligence alongside it…
Luviagelita Edelfelt was facing her greatest challenge. Tougher than any ritual she’d conducted, more dangerous than any battle to the death she’d participated in. Even the idea of a grail war seemed paltry by comparison.
She was bored.
Things had gotten dreadfully dull lately. She’d finally managed to get that Tohsaka bumpkin thrown out of the Clock Tower (say what you like about old money, but power and connections had a price it could easily pay) thus finally winning her long and gruelling battle with the other mage, and now… Hm.
She was starting to think she may have made a mistake.
Despite what many may have thought, Luvia got a great deal out of her rivalry with the red devil. For one thing, it kept things interesting. While she’d never admit it, the other woman was a genius, and every bit as cunning as she was intelligent. Matching wits with her was an intoxicating thrill, one that required her own mind to be every bit as sharp as her rival’s. Their battles had driven her to greater and greater heights with every clash, forcing her to become smarter, faster, stronger or perish…
And now that Rin was absent, well… Ugh. How dull. How dreary and drab. The blonde had celebrated her victory, of course, had luxuriated in the euphoric rush of the big win… But what was left for her to do afterwards? Mope? Lay about? Go to class? It all seemed so empty…
So when she heard a rumour that her rival had started a new project, something to make ends meet while she worked to recover from her humiliating loss, Luvia fell on it like a ravenous beast. What was this? What depths had Rin Tohsaka debased herself to now? Surely she couldn’t just ignore poor thing.
Though… What was this ‘Content’ stuff supposed to be? And Rin was a… ‘Streamer’… Now? What was that supposed to be? Huh. Some kind of entertainer, was it? Oh my, had she been driven to perform on stage for the masses, reduced to a pitiful clown of some sort? This she had to see!
Ohohohohoho~
Except…
Hm. Well, once Luvia had found someone to properly instruct her in properly operating a computer (mages and technology were still a difficult and often explosive mixture) she found something odd.
“At the Deviling hour, the Ruby Devil shall appear. Prepare thine incantations and safeguard your lives, for now I have arrived!” The screen on Luvia’s personal computer flashed with red runes – ones which her trained magus eyes instantly recognised as useless imitations of the real thing, though some of them looked vaguely functional…
Her uncertain curiosity as to their purpose was banished instantly, however, when a familiar face appeared on screen.
“Hey there, Chat, how’s everyone doing?” Rin Tohsaka’s oh-so-smug grin filled Luvia’s vision. Her vanquished rival was sitting in front of a camera in some kind of personal office, wearing some sort of headset that put a red microphone next to her mouth. “Today, I thought we’d play this new game a friend recommended to me, Alien Isolation. Apparently it’s based on a movie franchise or somethi- Wha, hey! Don’t be mean to me, Chat, I don’t watch that many movies!”
Rin instantly switched from smug to flustered, her face turning red as lines of text scrolled past her on screen. Messages, from other viewers? Was this the ‘Chat’ she was referring to? Some of their messages were highlighted in bright colours, paired with dollar signs and surprisingly high numbers. Were people… paying money for this?
Luvia felt strange. There was something almost… endearing at this look into her hated foe’s life. As she watched Rin scramble with her keyboard, accidentally turning her camera off and starting up her intro again, all while her audio remained uninterrupted and easily picking up her panicked screams, a new thought popped into her head, unbidden and unwanted.
‘Cute…’
The blonde felt her own face turn as red as Rins as she quickly shut down the stream viewer, covering her eyes with her hand. No. No. She had not thought that. There was no way such an idea could possibly have crossed the neurons of her brain. Ridiculous. Foolish. Definitely untrue!
A-anyway! W-well, if that was what Rin was doing with her time now, h-how the mighty had fallen, hm! Oh yes, there was no doubt that her rival was utterly defeated now. How embarrassing for her, to be reduced to such lows. O… Ohoho… hoho…
Mm. There was certainly no need for Luvia to waste any more time on her. She could be safely put from the blonde’s thoughts, forgotten, consigned to the wastebin of history, a footnote of a footnote of Luvia’s grand legend.
Certainly, there was no need for her to watch any more streams.
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“Oh wow, another SuperSubaSub from SaphireSlammer!” Rin paused, mixing bowl in hand and a trail of flour over her face as she gave the camera a winning smile mid-cooking stream. “I know that name! Thank you so much, you really are one of my biggest fans~”
Behind her, the unattended stove caught fire.
Luvia snorted, giggling away as she watched the streamer jump and rush about, doing her best to put out the blaze while loudly yelling that this wasn’t her fault, and that there must have been some problem with the company that made the stupid thing in the first place. It certainly had nothing to do with her setting the burners to maximum heat and then forgetting about them…!
Oh, no, this was the greatest entertainment that the blonde had ever seen! Rin had certainly found her true calling as a clown~ And of course, it was only natural for Luvia to send a few donations in – to make sure her rival kept on humiliating herself like this for her pleasure. That was certainly worth a few hundred dollars. A bargain, really!
It was almost a shame that Rin would never know it was her watching and funding her nonsense, honestly. Oh, imagining that look of desperate embarrassment, too prideful to take the money, but too poor to refuse it, ah, it was so delightful. Maybe she ought to start dropping hints about her true identity in some of her SuperSubaSub posts…
Still, that was probably enough for today. She’d already spent over five hundred dollars on this stream, and she didn’t need to be throwing any more money away. Sure, she had a lot, but prudence and fiscal responsibility were key skills that every mage should-
Oh darn, the stream had lagged out again. And Rin had just been about to use the microwave! She couldn’t miss this.
Hitting refresh, the magus rolled her eyes as the ‘Ruby Devil’ intro played again, those runes flashing through her vision for the dozenth time or so. It was a silly little animation, but she had to admit she’d gotten rather fond of it. And soon enough it was gone, replaced by Rin shrieking and ducking to the floor as the fork she’d left on the microwave plate erupted into a shower of sparks…
Ohohohoho~ Ah, this really was the best. What had she been thinking about again?
Without even really noticing it, Luvia found her eyes flicking to the donate button. Hmm. Well, surely another few thousand couldn’t hurt. Her family fortune was far too vast for a silly hobby like this to even make a dent in it! With a nod, she hit the button, and sent in a few more messages of ‘support’ for her idol, settling back to watch the show.
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“Oho, I know that sound!” ‘Ruby Devil’ giggled as ten SuperSubaSubs dinged. “SaphireSlammer, is that you? Where have you been, I was getting worried~”
Luvia swooned, her face flushing bright red as she sent in another collection of high donation messages apologising for her absence. Chat was already reacting to her arrival, half applauding her entrance, half jealous that she had so much money to spend on their favourite streamer. Well too bad, losers! She had more than enough money to make sure she was Ruby’s favourite~
Hee. She hadn’t really known what they meant when they gave her the title ‘Queen of the Simps’ (in fact, she still wasn’t sure) but now it was a badge she wore with pride. Over the past few months she’d been tuning in to more and more streams, and now she almost never missed one. She set her entire calendar by what her former rival would be doing on any given day. She just couldn’t get enough. Somewhere along the way, she’d become obsessed, she knew, but she just couldn’t help it. Ruby Devil was just too good to miss!
But there was a reason she was late, much as she’d loathed to miss one of her idol’s rare chatting streams. Something was wrong.
The magus had been noticing it for weeks now. Just little problems in her studies that kept popping up. Her memory failing to recall important facts and figures she thought she knew well. Her focus slipping in ways it never had before. Puzzles that she’d once found simple now stumping her for hours.
It was peculiar, and she’d dismissed it as coincidence for as long as she could – but eventually it had just been too obvious to ignore.
Was she… getting dumber, somehow?
“But, like, that doesn’t make sense…” She’d muttered, twirling a blonde ringlet around her finger. “I’m one of the smartestiest mages in the whole world. Why would I just get totally dumb all of a sudden?”
It was a puzzler – doubly so with her diminished intellect. In fact, the whole thing had proven to be so distracting that she’d only remembered her favourite streamer half an hour after her stream had started!
Talk about proof. There was no way she’d ever miss Ruby Devil if her brain was in working order. But as her idol’s intro played, and the runes flashed in her eyes once again, she still had to wonder where all of her smarts were going…
Such things were quickly forgotten once the stream started, of course. This time Ruby Devil – What was her real name again? Luvia could swear she’d known it once, but now it’d completely gone out of her head – was having a casual chat with her audience, pretending she’d cast some kind of spell over them or something. Heeheee, she was so cute~
Ah, that did it, she had to make another donation right now! Her biggest one yet – why not add a few extra zeroes onto the end of her regular amount? She was totally rich, she could afford i-Oooohhhh…
The instant that she clicked the ‘submit’ button on her extra-large donation, she felt it – a surge of mind-melting pleasure blossoming behind her eyes, making them cross as warmth filled her skull. It was like her brain really was melting, draining away and flowing out into the internet, sucked away along with her money. Her lips pursed in an expression of pure stupidity, and she couldn’t help the eye fluttering moan that emerged from her throat as the sensations rushed through her.
“Oh wow, SaphireSlammer, you really shouldn’t have~”
It was a few minutes before Luvia really came back to herself, finding drool dripping from her lips and onto her chest, while Ruby Devil smirked out at her. She was saying something, but the blonde’s head was too fuzzy to listen.
What had happened? It had felt really good, but it also felt like… Wait…
It couldn’t be her, could it? Not her number 1 idol! Quickly, Luvia tried to think of a way to test if she’d gotten stupider.
The stream was over by the time she realised that her taking this long was probably evidence enough. But even then, she was unsure. Why would such an awesome streamer want to make her a dummy?
Nervously, brain drained magus sent off a quick private message – even if she remembered that she knew where Rin lived, she wouldn’t have felt worthy of meeting her idol face to face. No, no, just a quick DM, just to reassure herself…
‘Hey, thas might B a totally weirdo qeston, but, like, R U makin me dumb?’
There, that looked good. Nodding to herself, she pressed send, and went to rise and change her top…
Only to stop dead as her PC pinged with a reply, almost instantaneously. A message in her inbox from Red Devil herself. And the response was short. Just a single, simple link, to something called ‘Ruby Devil’s Findom Fiesta’. Licking her dry lips, Luvia clicked it.
Another stream opened, filling her screen.
“Well well, looks like our special guest is finally here, boys and girls.” A familiar voice met her ears. “I was wondering when you were finally going to show up, Saphire.”
Ruby’s attitude was completely different. There was no cuteness here, no clutzy flailing. This was cool, calm, confidence. Utter control. Utter domination. She’d changed outfits into a sleek red evening dress, her blue eyes glittering with evil intent, and her smug smile promised no survivors.
Luvia felt her thighs squeezing together as her idol’s aura washed over her.
“The Queen of Simps has finally arrived.” The streamer continued, leaning forwards and resting her chin on one hand. “It was cute you thought that little pen name would hide your identity, Luvia. I knew there was no guarantee I’d manage to bag you in my little net here, but I certainly hoped. Do you even remember what you did to me?”
Uh… Done something…? Luvia twirled a hair drill nervously, her face flushed with the terrifying idea that she might have done something to upset her streamer.
But Ruby’s attention wasn’t entirely on her. Those glittering blue eyes flicked from the blonde to the scrolling text box at the side of the screen – the one with all the incredibly high donations flowing through it.
“Settle down, Chat. Saphire’s a special case to me. You all know she’s donated more to me than all of my regular streamers combined. But of course, here, she’s just trash.” Her eyes returned to Luvia’s, even though there was no way she should have been able to see her. The dark haired streamer raised the back of her hand to her mouth, laughing quietly. “Ohoho~ Why dear, you’re probably the cheapest person here!”
Wha? No way!
“Oh yes. Here, people just love to donate money. My little piggies know it’s all far better spent in my bank account than in their pockets. They’re real fans. True devotees. I’ve even got a little leaderboard for them.”
It was true. A list of names appeared on screen next to her as she spoke, all with truly astronomical numbers next to them for ‘Amount Donated’. Of course, by this point each one was far, far higher than Luvia could count.
And all the blonde could do was seethe with jealousy.
“But don’t worry, my delightful dunce of a former rival.” A thrill ran up the mage’s spine as Ruby addressed her directly. “Because I’m willing to offer you a special one-time deal.”
She smirked, raising a single finger and waving it before an entranced Luvia’s nose. “Give everything you have, everything… Every last cent in your accounts, every last item you possess, every last gem in your vaults, every last thought in your head… Give me everything, and you can be my number one Piggy… Until someone else donates more, at least~”
A red button flashed up on screen, labelled ‘Donate EVERYTHING’ in bright flashing letters.
“Well, Saphire? What’s it going to be?”
It was the kind of decision that could make even the most honed mind hesitate. What was being asked for was ridiculous – more than her wealth, Ruby Devil was asking for everything, her heart, her mind, her soul. The simple concept alone was so staggering that anyone who thought about it would have to take a step back.
Fortunately, Luvia didn’t need to think about it at all.
Click!
“OOOHHH!” This time the blonde’s moan echoed off the walls, screaming from her lips as her mind completely melted down into sludge, pleasure firing through every nerve as her intelligence was stolen away forever – along with absolutely everything else. It felt so good that she couldn’t help but cum, Rin’s laughter ringing in her ears, her humiliation complete.
Empty and mindless, the nameless blonde sank into her chair, staring blankly at the screen, as oblivious to the stream coming to an end as she was to everything else. She just sat there and drooled.
And there she stayed, unmoving, unthinking, until a gloved hand arrive to pet her empty head, before snapping a leash around her neck.
“Come on then, little Piggy,” Rin smirked as she forced the mindless husk that had been Luvia to her knees. “Everything you own is mine, and that means you are too. And I know just how to use my newest prop to make the rest of the piggies jealous~”
And though the blonde was far too mindless to think, there was a surge of joy in her heart as her new owner led her away.
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“Welcome back, little piggies.” Rin smiled at her audience, the donations of her little ‘adult’ stream already rolling in. “As you can see, I’ve done a little redecorating. Like what you see? Or are you jealous? Well, if so, all you need to do is match her donation…~”
Underneath her, feeling the curve of the idol’s thighs pressing deep into her back, riding crop resting against her ass ready for another smack, the kneeling blonde footstool couldn’t help but whimper in delight. After all, as her beloved streamer’s completely owned property, she knew she’d never be bored again~
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Request: Sailor Salon - I think Makoto first. Then Minako can share her story with the little wrap up.
It wasn’t always easy, being the big girl in the group. The strong one, the tough one. The others all had their roles – Ami was the smart one at the back giving them cover and a plan, Rei was the spiritual one giving them prayer and sniper fire, Minako was the leader giving them support and scything chains, while Usagi was…
Well. Usagi was just amazing.
But yes, then there was Makoto, the fighter. She was the one at the front of it all, taking the enemy head on and protecting everyone behind her. She was the first to engage, the last to leave, and, when it came to it, the first to die.
Usagi always fixed that, of course, but it was still kind of a thing. It was rough, being the big girl of the Sailor Senshi. She had to be tough. She had to be strong. She had to be a rock, an anchor to keep her team steady and able to protect their Princess from any threats that came her way. There was no room for any kind of weakness. Not for the Senshi of Jupiter.
“Hoo. These muscles are something else.”
Makoto couldn’t help but grin into the massage table at that. “Heh. Sorry. I work out a lot.”
“I can tell.” The masseuse’s hands had been squeezing the brunette’s shoulders for a while now, slowly and steadily working her thumbs deeper into the taut muscles, and the relaxing sensations were starting to wash through the Senshi’s body, but it was clearly taking some work. Makoto couldn’t help but be a little proud of that fact. “I hope you don’t mind if I break out the big guns.”
“Oh, go ahead,” she chuckled. “I can take- Oooh, that’s the stuff~”
Thumbs dug deep, really working in, and plucked open stress knots that Mako hadn’t even known she had. Aches and pains built up by over a decade of toughening up melted away, drawing a dazzled coo from the woman’s lips. Smiling, she slumped down onto the table, any nerves left over from being naked in a room with a stranger save for a towel over her ass fading as the woman proved she was a professional. She could actually start to relax.
Above her, the fae masseuse smirked. She hadn’t really needed this lovely warrior’s permission to go all in, but it helped smooth things over. Humans got so much more receptive to proper treatment when they thought they’d consented to it. Now it was time to really go to work.
She stepped back, quickly and efficiently working new, heated oils into her hands from a bowl she’d had prepared at the side. Their new scent mingled with the incense in the air, sending a rush of refreshing tingles down through Makoto’s nose and up into her brain, summoning up pleasant memories of gentle thunder storms. Then the masseuse stepped up, flexed her shoulders, and
Slap!
Brought her hands down on her client’s upper arms, striking the well-toned flesh with a wet smack. Ripples seemed to run through the Senshi’s muscles, and a curious sensation buzzed through her nerves. One that grew more intense as the masseuse repeated herself.
Slap!
Slap!
From outside, the massage probably looked quite violent, a flurry of trembling blows and resounding slaps. To Makoto, though, it felt anything but. Each moment of contact sent waves of pleasure and relaxation rolling through her, each smack driving deeper and deeper into her steadily unwinding muscles. It was as if she was a drum being played, loosening her up before a big performance.
It felt amazing. No wonder Usagi spoke so highly of this place.
The dazed brunette couldn’t help the contented sigh that rolled through her as her eyes began to drift closed, and she all but melted into the table. ‘Wow…’ She giggled to herself as she sank into a hazy, relaxed trance. ‘She must.. really need’ta… go deep…’
Her eyelids slid shut, and she sank like a stone.
“That’s a good girl,” the masseuse purred, giving one last Smack! before taking a moment to work some more oil in. “A very good, very strong girl…”
Of course she’d never actually had any trouble with her client’s toughness. She was far too good at her job for that. But the rough treatment was useful for more than just loosening a girl up. Right now, it was making those muscles grow quite magnificently. And it was doing so all over, as the masseuse slapped her way up the brunette’s shoulders, before steadily starting to work her way down her back.
Makoto purred in quiet delight, oblivious as her body continued to change with every squeeze, smack, and slap. Her arms, already rather muscular, became delightfully well-defined. Not too big, she wasn’t making a body builder here – not this time, at least – but powerful. Strong. Amazonian. Yes, anyone could look at this girl and know she could turn them into a pretzel with her pinkie. And all while keeping her nice and feminine! Ah, she loved her work~
But she didn’t stop there, of course. The muscles of the girl’s shoulders and back were next, strengthening up enough to be able to lift anything. Not back problems for this babe’s future. And then further down…
Well of course that ass of hers couldn’t be left be. Maybe it wasn’t the focus of Jupiter’s talents, but it was a fine behind all the same, and it only got finer once the fae got her hands on it. It was so delightful to hear the blissed out squeak that Makoto made as the fae’s enchanted and slick hands finally reached her behind and began to squeeze…
“Oooh…”
And grope…
“Mmmnnn…”
And plump…!
“Ah!”
The brunette shuddered, juices starting to soak the table underneath her as the masseuse finished with a final smack that sent her cheeks clapping into each other. Oh, she wouldn’t be the biggest booty of the senshi, not at all, not even close! But she still had a proud dumptruck of an ass that anyone who wasn’t a member of the Queen’s court could never hope to compare to.
The work was far from finished though, and the fae’s hands soon slid further down, slicking and smacking Makoto’s thighs, strengthening and enhancing her legs like she had her arms. But more than that, she worked the flesh, warming and streeeetching what she found…
And the brunette could only sigh in bliss as her legs grew longer and stronger. She’d already been the tallest girl in the group, but she was quickly becoming the tallest person she knew period. By the time her legs were done, she was comfortably 6’2, and towered over even Haruka and Mamori. A true amazon.
“Lovely,” the masseuse nodded, grinning to herself. “That’s one side. Now come on, my big strong girl. Turn over, and let me work on that front of yours…”
As big and strong as Makoto was, she could have been flipped with a feather. Her thoughtless trance didn’t budge as she rolled over at the mildest request. Her towel, already mostly pushed aside, fell away completely, leaving her naked body fully exposed without a hint of complaint or shame.
“There we go.” The fae nodded, setting her hands down on the brunette’s belly, stroking her fingers up and down her abs, giving them every bit of that extra definition and musculature she’d given the rest of her body. Soon, she had a fine six pack that you could bounce a disguise pen off. Nothing too extreme – but unmistakable, all the same. “Nice and even. So why don’t we move on to the main event?”
The fae reached up, cupping Makoto’s chest with oil slicked fingers, and steadily, slowly, began to squeeze.
Even in a trance, the brunette jolted on the table, drool leaking from her lips as pleasure spiked into her brain, setting her dreaming mind to heavenly delight. Juices were really dripping between her legs now too, her ecstasy growing with every pinch and stroke.
“You need some big girls to satisfy your lovers now, don’t you?”
“Muh… My… lovers…?” Beneath her eyelids, Makoto’s eyes fluttered, lips pursing as she tried to figure out what the woman meant – before they split into another moan instead.
“Mm. Your lovers. Your Queens, Usagi and Mamori…”
“Ah…” That got an empty, sleepy nod. Of course she loved her Queens.
“And your fellow harem girls. Minako. Rei. And of course, Ami.”
“H-huh…?”
W-wait, but she wasn’t- Oh! Mn! S-she didn’t… Ahm! Haaah!
Makoto bit her lip, the masseuse’s hands on her chest driving her to complete distraction. And that was no surprise. With each squeeze, her breasts grew out another cup size, and their sensitivity ratcheted up another notch. By now her tits were already as big as her head, and she could feel every centimetre of them under this blissful barrage. It was more pleasure than she’d ever felt before, more than she’d ever dreamed was possible!
“Buh…” But even as her head spun, a part of Makoto tried to resist. Something deeply rooted. Something fundamental. “My… Senpai…”
The fae giggled. “Oh yes, that mysterious boy of yours. He was never real, was he?”
“Wha-Oooohhhh…”
A pair of pinches to the brunette’s nipples shattered her question, and another banished it to oblivion. Each one lengthened her teats, drawing them out long and firm and permanently erect, impossible to hide in any normal top.
“Yes, completely fictional. A little illusion you came up with when you were younger so that you could pretend you weren’t into girls~”
Squeeze
“Nuuhh…” Makoto squirmed as her chest grew even bigger, heavier, more sensitive. Every touch sent pleasure swirling through her mind, shaking the foundations of who she was. She- She didn’t like girls… d-did she…?
“But it’s all fine now.” Those ethereal fingers tickled and pinched, hammering at the brunette’s mind with pleasure. They circled around her nipples, spreading her areolas outwards like oil in a frying pan, before the fae’s fists closed around her teats and gave another tug. “Denial like that could never last around Usagi, right?”
Usagi…
“So why not just admit it~?”
“Ngh…” She couldn’t deny it. How could she pretend she didn’t like girls when she loved Usagi with all of her heart? The idea was utterly ridiculous – and becoming more so with every pinch and grope.
It was all gilding on the lily though. Makoto couldn’t even remember what her old senpai looked like anymore. Whenever she tried to think back, her mind just filled with images of her real loves.
Of Rei massaging and worshiping her tits…
Of Mina twisting her tongue in her mouth…
Of Ami with her face buried between her thighs…
A smile crept over her face as the truth became clear to her. Right. She was totally, absolutely, one hundred percent head over heels in love with her girls. Why had she ever tried to pretend otherwise?
Another squeeze, and her tits surged outwards, practically doubling in size as the brunette finally gave in. Juices squirted from between her legs as she came, eyes rolling up in her head, the image of ‘her old senpai’ shattering into a million pieces, and vanishing into oblivion.
And at long last, the fae stepped back, looking down proudly over her work.
Where Makoto Kino had entered the room as something of a tomboy, the woman on the table now couldn’t be called anything other than the ideal of an amazon. You could feel her towering over you even when she was laying down. Her muscles weren’t overly large, but there was no doubt she had them, and their power was unmistakable.
But naturally, what really drew the eye were her breasts. At practically three times the size of her head, only slightly shy of Usagi’s mega melons. Though she definitely had Usagi beat on her teats – her nipples were six inches long and about as wide as a man’s fist, her areola’s taking up a full third of her new surface area. They stood high and firm, just the same as her tits, proudly thrusting out of her chest even as she was laying down.
A little fairy magic could be blamed for that. A quick enchantment had ensured that Makoto would never be bothered by sag – in fact, they’d be hard to stop jiggling at the best of times! If she wasn’t careful, she might end up smacking herself in the face with those sweater stuffers – well, stuffing them in a sweater would help, though it’d also make her insanely horny. That increase in size had come with a matching increase in sensitivity, she was never going to not be at least dripping ever again.
She was perfect.
“All done, dear,” the fae purred. “Doesn’t that feel better?”
Makoto’s dazed lips quirked up into a sleepy smile. “Oh yeeaaahhh…~”
It was always nice to have another satisfied customer.
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Makoto Kino stepped out of the massage parlour just the same as she went in – which is to say, she walked out in her tight yoga pants, deliberately chosen to accentuate the muscles in her legs, and her even tighter green tube top, which just barely covered her nipples, and pretty much nothing else. If it weren’t for the custom bra she had underneath, in fact, said nipples probably would have been poking through the fabric, and she would be soaking through another pair of panties…
Having a pair of hot points more sensitive than your clit would run you through a lot of underwear if you weren’t careful.
But that was totally normal, of course, so she really didn’t pay it any mind. Really, she still felt like she was floating. After losing all of that stress, her head was in the clouds, and she had no desire to come back down to earth. It was nice just to be relaxed every now and then, you know?
She even felt a little dizzy for a moment, as if she was genuinely higher up than normal, but that was silly…
“Mako!” And the idea was quickly forgotten as a blonde hurricane hit with a vengeance. Minako had found her, wrapping around her in an instant. “Hey there hot stuff~”
“Hey~” The brunette ducked down, kissing the blonde full on the lips, their tongues tangling. “Enjoy your massage?”
“You know I did.” The blonde grinned up at her, before her eyes sank down to stare at the taller woman’s tits. “You need cuter bras.”
Makoto rolled her eyes. “I’ve told you, they’re too expensive at my size. And besides.” She winked. “With you around, I’d rather not be wearing anything at all~”
That got a hungry look from Minako, only barely restrained. “We should find Ami and Rei first,” she muttered, her voice heavy with lust. “Before I forget and try to beat my old motorboating record…”
The senshi of Jupiter grinned. “Why not do both?”
And she scooped the blonde off of her feet, carrying her down the hall as easily as an empty shoe box – and already starting to moan as her lover slid her hands under her top.
Oh yeah. It wasn’t always easy, being the big girl in the group… But it did have some benefits~
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Request: 'With Chaldea now an NFF branch office, Koyanskaya tests the limits of her new assets and its summoning system. She manages to pull in Artoria Pendragon and Pyrrha Nikos into Chaldea, and quickly adds them to her bevy of brainwashed NFF employees and enforcers.'
Salvation had come at last! Salvation from chaos, from disorder, from despair. Chaldea was now an efficient, well run, competent machine, where every person knew their place, and every Servant knew their role. The mess of disorganization and insanity had been cleaned up with ruthless efficiency. Chaldea had been conquered.
And oh, was it ever good to be Queen.
“So, what’s on today’s schedule, my adorable little Sexcretary?” Koyanskaya, pink haired fox/bunny girl ruler of Humanity’s last hope, was smiling her ever cheerful smile as she marched down one of many Chaldean corridors.
Following in her wake, her eager and busty dark haired servant (lower-case S) Ritsuka already had her itinerary open on her NFF brand tablet. “We have your royal banquet ready to be served at lunch,” she answered, her voice peppy and bright. “And your meeting with the KoyanSEC forces for a progress report for the conquest of Human History is scheduled for two, though we can set it back an hour if you decide to stop for dessert.”
“So nice to hear that the cafeteria staff is properly on board now,” Koyan mused.
Ritsuka nodded. “You’ve always been an expert negotiator, Boss! Oh, but first, I’m delighted to report that Chaldea’s old summoning system has finally been retuned for use by your most glorious self, and the summoning chamber is ready for activation at your convenience, with all of the extras you requested included in the update.”
The former (and probably current) Beast’s eyes lit up. Ooh, she’d been looking forward to this. “Wonderful,” she said, her tails stroking up her secretary’s legs, giving the proud, strutting ass a healthy smack. “Well then, why don’t we go and test it right away?”
“Whatever you say, Boss~”
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“I ask of you, are you my- What the-?!”
“Oh dear, another Artoria?” Koyanskaya tutted, her arms folded as she stood at the edge of the summoning circle, an annoyed look on her face. “My first actual summon, and it’s such a common Heroic Spirit?” She looked to her secretary. “I swear, don’t I already have three of these?”
Artoria Pendragon – having been summoned in her Saber form – had no idea what they were talking about, but she had other concerns right at this moment. Namely, that instead of being summoned standing in the middle of an empty ritual space, she had instead been summoned with her arms and legs bound by massive metal restraints that seemed to be connected to the floor, forcing her body into an X position.
‘Seemed’, because in addition to those restraints, there was also some kind of helmet over her face, a visor blocking her vision completely, leaving her in total darkness. She could hear the voices of two women discussing her, but that was all she could do. Despite her struggles, she couldn’t break free – her bindings didn’t even budge.
“Four, Boss.” Ritsuka was skimming through the NFF employee roster. “A Lancer, a Lancer Alter, a Caster, and a Rider.”
The Beast waved a hand. “All very valuable employees, I’m sure, but we don’t really need another, do we? May as well send her to the Sexcretary Pool.”
“Will do, Boss.”
Artoria grit her teeth. She knew a threat when she heard one. “Whatever you are planning, I-”
Alas, she got no further, as Ritsuka pressed a button on her tablet, and the visor over her eyes lit up. Purple spirals filled her vision, and the heroic knight felt their power trying to bore into her mind. She grit her teeth and slammed her eyes shut. “Foolish!”
“Awh~” Koyanskaya’s voice was unbearably smug. “At least she’s got a little fight in her. She can’t be all boring.”
Then headphones slid down, covering her ears, and any further words were lost as a chipper, vapid voice filled her head.
“Welcome! You have been selected for the [NFF SEXCRETARY] program! You just sit right there, and let BB handle all the details! First, let’s change this silly [SABER] class to something a bit more appropriate, yeah?”
What? What were they-?
The blonde gasped as energy crackled down through her restraints, zapping through her arms and legs straight in to her spirit core. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it was a shock to her system that left her feeling hot and oddly uncomfortable in her own skin. She could feel something shifting, changing inside her chest…
“Class change from [SABER] to [SEXCRETARY] complete!
Wha-What? That… That couldn’t be right, surely. And yet, why did it feel correct to her ears. What was this warm feeling in her chest?
Artoria searched her mind, reaching for the skills and talents that she knew she possessed – her swordplay, her speed, her grace, her magic resistance and her horse riding speciality. But those memories evaporated in her grip, fading into purple mist that made her head feel heavy and full of fuzz.
Worse. Soon she found other memories coming to her. Recollections of taking dictation, a words-per-minute speed of the high 90s, and a very different kind of riding altogether filled her mind. A particularly heated memory made her gasp as it flooded her senses, the feeling of being bent over her Boss’s desk and thrust-!
It was such a shock that she didn’t notice the error she’d made before it was too late.
“Oh good, you opened those cute lil’ eyes of yours~” The brainless voice chirped. “That’ll make this waaay easier!”
H-huh? Wait, no, she-!
The purple spirals intensified, and Artoria found herself gritting her teeth, her eyes refusing to close this time. Either her class change had reduced her resistance, or the spiral’s power over her was already too great. Buh-But no matter! She could endure this. As a King, she’d faced far more dangerous ch-chu… challenges…! She could… Sssurely… p-put up with… such… pretty… spirals…
“That’s a good girl!” The voice cheered as the Servant slumped in her bindings, her jaw hanging slack. “Right on track. Now, you weren’t hired for your smarts, obviously, so let’s move those mental stats of yours somewhere more fitting for your new career…”
Artoria let out a small groan of protest, some part of her still trying to resist despite her entrancement. Unfortunately for her, she was soon silenced as another zap of energy blasted into her brain through her headphones, popping what was left of her mind like a sugar balloon, leaving behind only so much candy floss. This had two results:
One, the King squealed, eyes crossing, as every pleasure synapse she had went off at once in glorious crescendo.
And two, her figure began to change, stat points from her severely nerfed Intelligence and Widom now being shunted directly into her curves. Tits swelled and ass cheeks bloomed, her armour stretching and straining before failing entirely. Her blue corset ripped, her skirt tore, and her armour buckled.
Then, at the last moment, the voice intervened again.
“Almost done. Just uploading new protocols to your brain and updating your uniform… Now!”
The visor flashed with purple light, slamming dozens of subliminal instructions into Artoria’s pudding-popped brain, etching them all into her much reduced mind irrevocably as she drooled into her tits. At the same time, her entire outfit unravelled itself, stitches uncrossing and metal melting down into pink mana – before reconstituting itself around her as a familiar, tight white NFF uniform.
“Welcome to NFF, new recruit!” The chipper voice giggled, just as the helmet finally retreated into the ceiling, taking the headphones and visor with it, and the restraints holding the blonde’s arms and legs released her. A moment later, and the last of the pink magic spent itself turning into a white hat balanced neatly on her head. She was finally free.
Naturally, there was only one way Artoria could respond to all of this.
“Reporting for duty, Boss!” She giggled, her maximised chest bouncing as she saluted, looking every bit like a Sexcretary version of her Lancer form… Which wasn’t really too far off, come to think of it.
Koyanskaya just waved her off, already looking bored. “Yes yes, welcome aboard. Now get to work, dumbass, I don’t pay you to stand around. Or at all, really.”
If Artoria had any complaint about that treatment, she sure didn’t show it. Instead she just smiled and marched past the Beast, ready and eager to join the Sexcretary pool.
“Well, she turned out nicely, but still a disappointment.” Koyan watched her newest employee strut away with an appreciative leer, before turning her attention back to her assistant. “Shall we try for something a little more exotic, this time?”
“Of course, Boss.” Ever the diligent worker, Ritsuka had something prepared. “Would you like to try out the modifications Da Vinci added to the Summoning protocol?”
The Beast’s smile was sharp enough to cut flesh. “Oh, I absolutely would~”
The modifications had been her own request – expanding the search parameters for the summoning circle using knowledge they’d gained from lostbelts and singularities to pull Servants from completely different timelines and parallel worlds, expanding the recruitment pool exponentially. It wasn’t something the old Chaldea would have done – it wouldn’t help ‘restore human history’ to pull from alternate timelines – but NFF-Chaldea was a different animal entirely.
The summoning circle lit up. Three lines of light began to spin. Magical power coalesced into a single point, and…!
“Infinite in distance, unbound by death, I offer my shoulder to protect thee – Servant Lancer, at your call. Although…” The summon paused as the glowing shimmer of her summoning evaporated, and she found herself bound in restraints much like Artoria had. “This is… Unexpected.”
“Well she’s definitely a new one,” Koyanskaya nodded, looking the new Servant over. Red hair bound in a cute ponytail, leather armour, black skirt, and a red sash around her waist. She had kind of a Greek vibe to her? But then, the Beast didn’t really care to remember how humans categorized themselves, so she might be wrong.
“Her name is Pyrrha Nikos,” Ritsuka diligently reported as she scrolled through Chaldea’s database, automatically updated with information about the new Servant. “A Lancer from a completely different timeline! It worked, Boss!”
“Oh excellent!” The pink haired bunny/fox clapped her hands with excitement. “How delightful! This is much better than the last catch.”
“Um.” Pyrrha was fairly new to this ‘Servant’ thing, but a lot of the information her summoning had put into her head suggested she really wasn’t supposed to be here. “I’m sorry, but I think there’s been a mistake…” She tried to reach for her semblance, to use the power of polarity to rip her way free from her chains, but something was suppressing her powers. She was helpless.
Naturally, the two women from NFF ignored her.
“Another one for the Sexcretary pool, boss?” Ritsuka looked up to Koyan in askance.
But the Beast shook her head. “No, I don’t think so,” she said, slyly sauntering up towards her captive. “I mean, if we’re starting recruitment from parallel worlds, and maybe even opening new branches in them, I think we’re going to need a Koyanskaya with experience ready to head up the entire operation, don’t you?”
The dark haired Sexcretary nodded. “I think what you think, Boss!”
“Exactly.” The Beast winked, before leaning forwards, and planting a full kiss on the redhead’s surprised lips.
Pyrrha began to squeak in surprise, but the sound quickly morphed into a moan as the fox/bunny’s power seeped into her. Heat surged through her body, pouring down her throat, into her chest, and then deeper, down to her loins. Completely unprepared, the Lancer’s eyes rolled up in her head as liquid began to drip down her thighs.
In her mind-meltingly aroused state, she probably wouldn’t have noticed what happened next even if she hadn’t been chained up. Her hair turning pink, colour spreading from her roots to her tips, happened in an instant. A moment later, and her ears shifted upwards to the top of her head, growing longer, pointed, and gaining a fine coating of pink fuzz to match.
The rest of her body wasn’t far behind, either. Already, her curves were expanding – not quite to the extent of Artoria before her, but certainly gaining her some extra sway to her step and a few extra cup sizes under her top. Her clothing shifted easily, as well, her leather top merging with her skirt and sash, turning black and shiny as they became a single latex catsuit – one that left her thighs exposed and turned into a fine pair of simp crushing heels around her feet.
And as her body became something not her own, as even her face began to shift, her features becoming sharper, her eyes turning gold…
Pyrrha Nikos, utterly unprepared for this obliterating assault on her identity, could only sigh and melt, her core sense of self dissolving into a pleasantly pink bubbling nothingness. A void of self that the Beast’s power soon rose to fill. Her mind gave in – just as a set of fine pink tails erupted from the base of her spine, curling around Koyanskaya’s new body possessively.
The restraints released and folded out of the way as the newest NFF Security stretched her new limbs. “Ahh, that’s better. Ohh, Remnant sounds like a delightful little world. So many delicious monsters to add to my collection.” She paused, and then grinned. “And some cute Huntresses, too~”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Koyanskaya-Prime nodded, proud of herself. “I think we can call this experiment a success.”
“Wonderful.” Ritsuka nodded, noting her decision down in the NFF database. “In that case, you now have a free half an hour in the schedule to work with. Is there anything you’d like to do in that time?”
She twirled her long hair around one finger, the hand holding her tablet moving to fiddle with the top button of her blouse, a hopeful look upon her face.
The two Koyanskaya’s smirked down at their adorable Sexcretary. Oh, it was so very good to be Queen.
