(On Strings) Nagisa's Reality Rewrite

This is a 2am Story, that means the quality might not be as high as you are used to from me. Full info about 2am Stories here.

(Includes: Powertrip, body part expansion, much monstergirlification, mind control, puppetry. You have been warned.)

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“So you have made your way into my domain back again, have you?“ I ask mischievously, making you gulp as you take a few steps backwards.

You knew exactly why you were here, but you didn't have the strength to admit it anymore. I mean, who can blame you? You were in the presence of the magnificent goddess of darkness herself, Nagisa Fulkami, so your fate was sealed the moment you stepped into my domain.

You felt like backing away now wouldn’t do a lot, but you still couldn’t help but take a few steps backwards. That’s when I pulled out my reality note, a notebook that turns anything I write into it into reality.

<Your body will become like that of a marionette, yet still fully human. It will be like you hang from invisible strings, holding you in any position with perfect stability, yet making you unable to move on your own. Only me, your puppet master, will be able to move your body. Your body will still be human, but now, you will feel like more and more invisible threads appear around your body, more and more locking you in place until your own movement become completely impossible.>

As I finished writing, a tingling sensation spread across your skin. You tried to take another step back, but your movements felt sluggish, as if wading through molasses. Invisible threads seemed to materialize, wrapping around your limbs with invisible ease.

"W-what's happening?" you stammered, eyes wide as more ethereal strands emerged.

I smirked, circling you like a shark. "Just a little puppet play, my dear."

The strings multiplied rapidly, crisscrossing your body in an intricate web. Your arms lifted of their own accord, suspended by unseen forces. You struggled against the sensation, but found yourself increasingly immobile.

Panic flashed across your face as you realized you could no longer lower your arms. More threads sprouted from your shoulders, your hips, the nape of your neck. They shot upwards into nothingness, leaving you feeling oddly weightless yet firmly held in place.

"Try to move," I purred, running a finger along your jaw.

You strained with all your might, but your body refused to obey. The invisible strings had become a full-body cocoon, suspending you in the air on full display. Your breathing quickened as the last vestiges of control slipped away.

"Perfect," I whispered, admiring my handiwork. "My little marionette, ready to dance to my tune. But that’s not enough for me. I want even more… control."

<Your body is as malleable as I want and need it to be. I can make any part of your body grow and shrink just by wanting it and pulling the right strings.>

I couldn't help but giggle as I watched your eyes widen in a mix of fear and anticipation. With a flick of my wrist, I tugged on an invisible string connected to your left arm. To your astonishment, it began to stretch and elongate like taffy.

"Fascinating, isn't it?" I cooed, circling around you. "Let's see what else we can do."

I gestured towards your right leg, and it instantly shrank to half its original size. You gasped, unable to look away as I reshaped your body on a whim. Your torso expanded, then contracted. Your fingers lengthened into spindly appendages before shrinking back to normal.

"How does it feel?" I asked, trailing a finger along your malleable skin. "To be putty in my hands?"

You tried to respond, but found your voice caught in your throat. I smirked, knowing full well that I controlled even that.

"Don't worry, my little puppet. We're just getting started," I purred, my eyes glinting with mischief. "I think it's time we had some real fun. Have you ever been into cheerleading?"

With a devious grin, I snapped my fingers. Your body instantly morphed into a more athletic build, complete with a skimpy cheerleader uniform that materialized out of thin air.

"Let's start with something simple, shall we?" I mused, tugging gently on an invisible string. Your arms rose gracefully above your head, forming a perfect 'V'.

"Give me a 'G'!" I commanded playfully. Your body responded instantly, bending at the waist while your arms curved to form the letter. The strings held you effortlessly in place, defying gravity.

"Now for something a bit more challenging," I said, my eyes gleaming. With a flourish of my hand, your right leg began to rise. Slowly at first, then picking up speed until it was pointing straight up towards the ceiling. Your flexibility far exceeded human limits as your leg pressed against your ear, not a hint of strain on your face.

"Impressive split, my little marionette," I cooed, circling you appreciatively. "But why stop there?"

I gave another tug, and your left leg rose to join the right. Your body rotated in mid-air until you were perfectly balanced on your hands, butt down and both legs next to your ears. The invisible strings kept you stable, muscles quivering yet holding the impossible pose with ease.

"Feel that burn?" I asked teasingly, knowing full well you couldn't respond. "Don't worry, we're just warming up. But I feel like your arms are a bit strained like that, so let me help you. Let’s inflate your butt and thighs until your butt touches the ground when you are posed like that."

I tugged on the invisible strings, and a curious sensation bloomed in your lower body. It started as a gentle warmth, spreading through your thighs and buttocks. Slowly but surely, you felt yourself expanding, flesh swelling outwards like rising dough.

Your cheerleader skirt began to strain against your growing curves. The pleats stretched wider and wider, revealing more of your inflating thighs. You could feel your glutes pushing against the ground, providing a cushion that lifted you slightly.

As your thighs continued to grow, the space between you and your legs began to disappear. What was once a perfect split became increasingly difficult to maintain. Your inner thighs pressed against your side and shoulders, skin meeting skin in a way that felt both foreign and oddly satisfying.

The inflation didn't stop. Your buttocks swelled further, lifting you higher off the ground. The pressure against the floor increased, taking more of your weight off your trembling arms. Your thighs ballooned outwards, forcing your legs to spread even wider.

You marveled at the sight of your body changing before your eyes. Your once-slender legs now resembled two overstuffed pillows, quivering with each subtle movement. The cheerleader uniform stretched to its limits, threatening to tear at the seams.

“Perfect~ Now let’s have you stand up again~“ I declared, pulling strings.

With a flick of my wrist, the invisible strings lifted you effortlessly to your feet. Your newly inflated lower half wobbled slightly as you found your balance. The tiny cheerleader skirt now barely covered anything, stretched taut over your massive thighs and rear.

"Let's see what those juicy new assets can do," I purred, circling you with predatory grace.

I tugged gently on a string, and your body responded instantly. You struck a pose, one hand on your hip, the other behind your head. Your legs spread slightly, emphasizing the sheer size of your thighs.

"Mmm, not bad," I mused, "but I think we can do better."

Another tug, and you bent forward at the waist, your enormous rear thrust out behind you. The skirt rode up, fully exposing your bulging cheeks. Your face flushed red, but you couldn't move an inch.

"Now that's more like it," I giggled, admiring the view. "But why stop there? Let's really put on a show."

I pulled on multiple strings at once, and your body began to move in a sensual dance. Your hips swayed hypnotically, your inflated thighs and buttocks jiggling with each movement. You twirled, your skirt flaring out like a tutu, before dropping into a deep squat.

Your thighs spread wide, muscles straining against the tight skin. And I was enjoying the sight all the way. “Now let’s have you balance yourself on your hands. Legs in a wide, perfect split…“

With a flick of my wrist, invisible strings pulled your body into motion once again. Your hands planted firmly on the ground as your legs lifted into the air. The massive weight of your inflated thighs and buttocks created a momentary struggle, but the supernatural strength of the puppet strings easily overcame gravity's pull.

Your legs spread wide, wider than you ever thought possible. The cheerleader skirt, already stretched to its limits, rode up to your waist, fully exposing your lower half. Your inflated thighs quivered with the strain, flesh jiggling slightly with each minute adjustment.

The strings pulled your legs further apart until they formed a perfect line, parallel to the ground. Your enhanced flexibility allowed for this impossible position, defying the limitations of human anatomy. The sheer size of your lower body made the split even more impressive, your voluminous thighs and buttocks creating a mesmerizing display.

“Now you will slowly walk in a circle like that. And I will pull on your chest.“ I declared with a grin. “And when your boobs start smacking you in the face, that’s when we know we have the right size.“

With a mischievous glint in my eye, I began tugging on the invisible strings controlling your body. Your hands started to move, one after the other, as if you were doing a handstand walk. Despite the immense weight of your inflated lower half, the supernatural strength of the puppet strings allowed you to move with surprising grace.

As you slowly circled the room, I focused my attention on your chest. I gently pulled on another set of strings, and a curious warmth spread through your upper body. Your breasts began to swell, pushing against the constraints of your cheerleader top.

"Let's see how big we can make these, shall we?" I purred, increasing the pressure on the strings.

Your chest continued to expand, the fabric of your top stretching to its limits. As you continued your handstand walk, your growing breasts began to sway with each movement. The sensation was foreign yet oddly pleasant, although you would never want to admit that.

As your handstand walk continued, your breasts swelled larger with each passing moment. The cheerleader top strained against your expanding chest, threatening to burst at the seams. With every step of your hands, your growing bosom swayed more dramatically, the momentum building with each rotation.

At first, your breasts merely brushed against your chin as you moved, eliciting a surprised gasp that you couldn't vocalize. But as they continued to inflate, the contact became more pronounced. Soon, your breasts were gently bumping your cheeks with each step, the soft flesh jiggling upon impact.

I watched with growing excitement as your chest expanded further, now resembling two overinflated balloons. The next step brought a resounding smack as your right breast collided with your face, momentarily obscuring your vision. You blinked in shock, only for your left breast to follow suit on the subsequent step.

"Oh my, looks like we've reached the sweet spot," I giggled, but I made no move to stop the growth.

Your breasts continued to swell, now slapping against your face with increasing force. Each impact sent ripples through the inflated flesh, creating a hypnotic rhythm of bounces and jiggles. The cheerleader top finally gave way, tearing down the middle and allowing your massive chest to spill out freely.

As you completed another rotation, the slaps became more intense. Your breasts now fully engulfed your face with each step, the force enough to make you wince every time it hit.

“Now they are perfect~“ I declared, making you stop walking and leaving your breasts just hanging in your face. “Time for you to get up again. We are nowhere near finished yet.“

With a flick of my wrist, the invisible strings lifted you upright once more. Your newly enhanced body wobbled as you found your balance, massive breasts swaying and jiggling with each tiny movement. The tattered remains of your cheerleader uniform barely clung to your inflated curves.

"My my, what an impressive sight you've become," I purred, circling you with predatory grace. "But I think we can push things even further. After all, why stop at just two transformations?"

I pulled out my reality note once more, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I began to write.

<When you hear the word “Human“, you will have full control over your body again, except for things that I manually locked in. Those you can’t interfere with. When you hear the word “doll“, all your control is lost and you are back to being my marionette. Also I can now lock any movement I want on your body which persists even when you are in human mode.>

I tapped my chin thoughtfully, admiring my handiwork. "Now then, let's test out our new system, shall we? Human."

The invisible strings holding you suddenly vanished, and you stumbled forward, caught off-guard by the sudden return of control. Your massively inflated body felt foreign and unwieldy as you struggled to find your balance.

"Go on, try moving around," I encouraged, a hint of amusement in my voice.

Hesitantly, you took a few awkward steps, your enormous thighs rubbing together with each movement. Your breasts swayed wildly, threatening to throw you off balance. You raised your hands to try and contain them, marveling at the sheer size and weight.

"Interesting, isn't it?" I mused, circling you. "How does it feels to inhabit such an exaggerated form? But don't get too comfortable. Doll."

Instantly, your body froze mid-step, the invisible strings snapping back into place. I giggled at your look of surprise.

"Now, let's have some real fun," I declared, raising my hands like a puppeteer. "First, let's lock those arms above your head."

With a flick of my wrist, your arms shot upwards, hands stretching towards the ceiling.

"Human," I commanded.

Control returned to your body, except for your arms, which remained firmly locked in place above you. You tried to lower them, but they wouldn’t listen to you. It was like the only place they were allowed to be at was above your head.

You struggled against the invisible force holding your arms aloft, but to no avail. Your massive breasts jiggled with each futile attempt, slapping against your chin.

"Fascinating, isn't it?" I purred, circling you like a shark. "The feeling of control slipping away, bit by bit."

I snapped my fingers. "Doll."

Once again, your body froze, suspended by invisible strings. I approached you, running a finger along your inflated curves.

I circled you slowly, my eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let's see that beautiful smile of yours," I cooed, trailing a finger along your jaw. "Smile."

Instantly, your lips curled upwards into a small, hesitant smile. But it wasn't enough for me. I tugged on an invisible string, and your smile widened, stretching further across your face.

"Wider," I commanded, my voice barely above a whisper.

Your cheeks strained as your grin expanded, muscles tensing beneath your skin. The corners of your mouth pulled back further, revealing more of your teeth. Your eyes widened slightly, a mix of confusion and mild discomfort flickering across them.

"More," I insisted, my own smile growing with each passing second.

Your lips stretched to their limits, skin taut across your face. The smile now reached from ear to ear, an exaggerated caricature of joy. Your cheeks ached with the effort, dimples deepening into small crevices.

"Almost there," I purred, circling you like a predator stalking its prey.

With another tug of the invisible strings, your smile grew impossibly wider. Your lips peeled back, exposing your gums and every tooth in your mouth. The muscles in your face quivered with the strain, creating an uncanny valley effect that was both mesmerizing and slightly unsettling.

Your eyes bulged slightly, the smile forcing them into exaggerated crescents. To which I clapped. “Human“

Suddenly, control returned to your body – except for your arms, still locked above your head, and your face, frozen in that impossibly wide grin. You tried to relax your facial muscles, to close your mouth, but it was like your smile had been carved in stone.

"Mmmph!" you attempted to speak, but your stretched lips made it nearly impossible. Drool began to pool in your mouth, threatening to spill over.

I circled you, admiring my handiwork. "Oh, don't you look happy?" I teased. "But I think we can do even better. Doll."

Your body stiffened once more as the invisible strings took hold. I approached you, running a finger along your jaw.

"But locking that in is boring, no? It would give you no room to speak." I mused and started working on your face again. “Your face shall be locked in a perma smile, but not unmovable. You should be able to talk, but only ever have the expression of a smile. May the smile never falter.“

I snapped my fingers, and your face relaxed slightly. The impossibly wide grin softened into a more natural, yet still exaggerated smile. Your cheeks remained lifted, eyes crinkled at the corners, giving you a permanent look of joy.

"Much better," I purred. "Now, let's hear that voice of yours. Human."

Control returned to your body once more, save for your locked arms and your fixed smile. You worked your jaw, testing the new limits of your facial movement.

"W-what have you done to me?" you managed to say, the words coming out through your unwavering grin.

I laughed, delighted by the effect. "I've given you a perpetual smile, my dear. No matter what you say or how you feel, you'll always look deliriously happy."

You tried to frown, to show any emotion other than joy, but your face refused to cooperate. Even as you spoke, your voice tinged with worry, your expression remained one of pure elation.

"This is insane," you said, your beaming face at odds with your words. "Please, stop this."

"But you look so happy," I teased, trailing a finger along your smiling lips. "Why would I want to change that? Now, let's add a little more... pep to your step. Doll."

Your body froze once more as I pulled out my reality note. With a mischievous grin, I began to write:

<In doll mode, you are programmable. Touching your head and speaking a command causes you to always obey that command, even when in Human mode.>

I couldn't help but giggle as I watched your eyes widen, the permanent smile on your face creating an amusing contrast to your obvious concern. Approaching you, I placed my hand gently on your head.

"From now on," I said, my voice dripping with mischief, "every time you try to speak, you'll start by saying 'By my big tits!' in the peppiest voice imaginable."

I removed my hand and stepped back, admiring my handiwork. "Human," I commanded, releasing you from doll mode.

You blinked, regaining control of your body. Your mouth opened, clearly intending to protest, but what came out was:

"By my big tits! What have you done to me?" Your voice was high-pitched and bubbly, a stark contrast to the panic in your eyes.

I burst into laughter, clapping my hands with delight. "Oh, this is too perfect! Try again, say something else."

Your brow furrowed in concentration, but as soon as you opened your mouth: "By my big tits! Please, stop this madness!" The words tumbled out in that same peppy tone, your face still locked in that beaming smile.

"But why would I stop?" I cooed, circling you like a shark. "We're having so much fun! Doll."

Your body stiffened once more as the invisible strings took hold. I approached you again, my hand hovering just above your head.

“When you walk you have to sway your butt and boobs as seductively as you can. The most bounce you can possibly give them. And you are never allowed to stop the bouncing of your boobs or butt with your arms.“ I commanded, with an evil grin.

I removed my hand and stepped back, anticipating building. "Human," I declared, watching you closely.

As control returned to your body, you instinctively took a step forward. Immediately, your hips began to sway exaggeratedly, your inflated buttocks bouncing with each movement. Your massive breasts followed suit, swinging wildly from side to side, slapping against your chin and each other.

"By my big tits! What's happening?" you exclaimed in that peppy voice, your permanent smile at odds with the panic in your eyes.

You tried to walk normally, but your body refused to cooperate. Each step was a sensual strut, your hips swinging like a pendulum. Your breasts continued their hypnotic dance, jiggling and bouncing with every movement.

"By my big tits! I can't control it!" you cried out, your cheerful tone a stark contrast to your words.

Instinctively, you tried to raise your arms to contain your wildly swaying breasts, but they remained locked above your head. The bouncing intensified with each step, your inflated curves defying gravity in the most tantalizing way.

I circled you, admiring the show. "My, my, what a delightful display," I purred. "But I think we can push things even further. Doll."

Your body froze mid-strut, one foot raised off the ground, your breasts still quivering from the impact.

I circled you thoughtfully, tapping my chin. "You know, I think it's time for a change. Those locked arms must be getting tiresome." With a flick of my wrist, I released the invisible strings holding your arms aloft. "There, isn't that better?"

You flexed your fingers experimentally, relief washing over your permanently smiling face. "By my big tits! Thank you," you chirped in that peppy voice.

"Oh, don't thank me just yet," I purred, my eyes glinting mischievously. I placed my hand on your head as you froze up once more. "From now on, whenever someone other than you touches your breasts or buttocks, you'll have to perform a little show when they let go. You'll strike three embarrassing and seductive poses, each more provocative than the last. And with the last pose, you'll declare, 'These tits and ass were brought to you by Nagisa!' You'll do this whether you're in human mode."

Your eyes widened in shock, but your beaming smile remained fixed. "By my big tits! You can't be serious!"

"Oh, but I am," I giggled. "Let's test it out, shall we? Human."

Control returned to your body, and you instinctively took a step back. Your enhanced curves bounced enticingly with the movement, drawing my gaze. Without warning, I reached out and gave your right breast a quick squeeze.

The moment my hand left your breast, your body moved as if possessed. You struck your first pose, arching your back and thrusting out your chest. Your massive breasts jiggled enticingly, barely contained by what remained of your cheerleader top.

"By my big tits! What's happening to me?" you exclaimed in that peppy voice, your permanent smile at odds with the panic in your eyes.

But your body wasn't done. You shifted into the second pose, bending forward at the waist and pushing out your inflated rear. Your skirt rode up, fully exposing your bulging cheeks.

"By my big tits! I can't stop myself!" you cried out, your cheerful tone a stark contrast to your words.

Finally, for the third and most provocative pose, you dropped into a deep squat. Your thighs spread wide, muscles straining against the tight skin. You cupped your enormous breasts, pushing them together to create an exaggerated cleavage.

"These tits and ass were brought to you by Nagisa!" you declared loudly, your voice filled with forced enthusiasm.

I clapped my hands in delight, circling you as you remained frozen in that final pose. "Oh, bravo! What a performance!" I exclaimed. “Are you happy with your amazing body?“

"By my big tits! Please stop this madness!" you exclaimed, your perpetually smiling face at odds with the desperation in your voice. You struggled to stand up from the provocative squat, your enhanced curves jiggling with every movement.

I circled you slowly, admiring my handiwork. "But we're having so much fun," I purred. "And I think you're enjoying this more than you let on. Let's test that theory, shall we? Doll."

Your body froze once more as I approached, my hand hovering just above your head. "From now on," I commanded, "When you stand still, you have to take a pose that either pronounces your boobs or butt. Also, every time you feel aroused or excited, your boobs and butt, which you are so proud of, will grow just a little bigger. Sounds good right?"

I removed my hand and stepped back, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "Human," I declared, eager to see the results of my latest command.

As control returned to your body, you instinctively tried to stand up straight. However, your body had other ideas. Your hips cocked to one side, emphasizing the curve of your inflated rear. Your chest thrust forward, your massive breasts straining against what little remained of your cheerleader top.

"By my big tits! What's happening now?" you exclaimed in that peppy voice, your permanent smile still plastered across your face.

"Just a little adjustment to your posture," I purred, circling you like a predator. "Don't you feel more... confident this way?"

Your eyes darted around nervously, but your body remained locked in the provocative pose. "By my big tits! This is so embarrassing!" you cried out, your cheery tone at odds with your words.

I noticed a slight flush creeping up your neck, and I couldn't help but smirk. "Oh? Is someone getting a little excited?"

As if on cue, your breasts began to swell ever so slightly, pushing further against the tattered remains of your top. Your buttocks expanded as well, the cheerleader skirt riding up even higher.

Your eyes widened in shock as you felt the changes occurring. "By my big tits! They're growing again!" you exclaimed, your voice a mix of terror and arousal.

“Yep~ That’s going to be your life from here on out~ So be on your way and show off to those lucky enough to see you~“ I declared, but much to my surprise you stood your ground.

“By my big tits! No! Turn me back! I can’t go out like this!“ You declared, having a surprising amount of audacity. Which I of course knew how to strike down. “Doll.“

I circled you slowly, my eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh? You want to stay? Well, if you insist..." I placed my hand on your head once more. "You will go home now, even if you don't want to, your feet shall carry you home. Once you arrive there, you will call all of your friends and tell them that you know a sexy girl who loves showing off her big tits and ass. And if they want to meet her, they just need to tell you. At which point you will go over to them."

I grinned, whispering into your ears: “Only when you have visited 10 people, can you return to me. Before then, your feet will refuse to cooperate. Understood? Human.“

"By my big tits! No, please, you can't make me do this!" you cried out, your perpetually smiling face a stark contrast to the panic in your voice. But even as the words left your mouth, your feet began to move of their own accord, carrying you towards the exit.

"Oh, but I can and I have," I purred, watching with delight as you struggled against your own body. "Run along now, my little puppet. Your adoring public awaits."

You tried to resist, to plant your feet firmly on the ground, but it was futile. Your body moved with a will of its own, hips swaying exaggeratedly, breasts bouncing with each step. The seductive walk I had programmed into you earlier was still in full effect, drawing attention to your impossibly exaggerated curves.

"By my big tits! This is so humiliating!" you exclaimed in that peppy voice as you reached the door. Your hand reached out, seemingly of its own volition, to turn the knob.

As you stepped outside, I called out after you, "Remember, ten people! I'll be waiting!"

The door closed behind you, leaving you alone with your new body and the daunting task ahead. You could feel the eyes of passersby on you as you made your way home, your enhanced assets jiggling and bouncing with every step. The constant attention sent a thrill through you, causing your breasts and buttocks to swell ever so slightly larger.

And worst of all, when you reached your home and sat on your bed, your hands started reaching for your phone.

…ten people can't be too bad, right?