Fatal Fashion (Clothing TF, Fate)

The bell over the door rang like Big Ben himself as Rin marched into the boutique with her characteristic confidence. Sauntering past the mannequins with their elaborate ballgowns and cocktail dresses and sexy, sexy lingerie, she reached the counter and rang its smaller bell, once, twice, and then, when this still failed to elicit a response, a rather annoyed third time. 

“Coming! I’m coming!” cried a voice from the backroom. With a screech of tires against asphalt, a short brunette with her head in a bun and comically large glasses sped around the corner and hopped onto a stall to bring herself eye-to-eye with Rin. “Ah, you’re here,” said Ms. Ariadne, clapping her hands in satisfaction. “Excellent. I’m glad to see you’re punctual. The early bird catches the worm, eh?” 

“I do like to keep to a tight schedule,” said Rin, who’d woken up early today to impress her new employer and had exactly zero intention of ever doing it again.

“That’s my girl,” said Ms. Ariadne. “Now, I’m afraid I’ve been called to an emergency meeting at the Palace–something to do with the Duchess of Wensleydale’s top button coming off–but don’t fret. In the meantime, I’ll be leaving you in the capable hands of my other assistant.” 

“Your other assistant?” said Rin. 

“That’s right.” The little woman smiled fondly. “Truth be told, she’s another summer hire like yourself, but she’s proven herself more than competent. She’ll show you the ropes, and the two of you together should be more than capable of running the show until I return.”

“Of course,” said Rin, with her characteristic confidence. 

“Excellent,” said Ariadne, clapping her hands with a smile. “Well, I’ll be heading out then. Take care~.” And with that, she grabbed her coat and sped out of the door, her scarf flapping behind her.

As the jingle of the bell settled into silence, Rin released a sigh of relief. When she’d realized she had to get a part-time job, she’d been worried she’d be sucked into the same endless supermarket checkout nightmare as most of the other poorer students at the Clock Tower. But Ms. Aridne’s Boutique seemed like the kind of high-class job that most students would die for. Seeing it, she actually felt a modicum of pride, enough to overwhelm her embarrassment at her temporary impoverishment. Who knew? She might actually enjoy it h–

“Ohohohohoho…!” 

It was the worst sound she could possibly have heard, and it cut through her inner peace like a dagger. Rin froze, chilled from head to toe, as if someone had taken an icicle and stabbed it up her a– “You…” Creakingly, she turned.

“Welcome, new employee!” cried the drill-tailed blonde before her, hand over her heart. “I, Luviagelita Edelfelt, shall be your new colleague, superior, and mentor…! Rejoice, for under my tutelage, you shall rise to the greatest heights of working in a clothing store imaginable! Ohohoho…!” She opened her eyes, and her signature laughter stopped very abruptly. “Tohsoka,” she said, mouth twisting into the kind of rictus grin that would have better fit a skull. “What are you doing here? 

Rin clenched her fists. “What am I doing here?! You didn’t say anything about working here!” 

Luvia huffed, folding her arms and upturning her nose. “I don’t see why I should have to tell you where I work.” 

“So that I can avoid working there too!” Rin grit her teeth. Why couldn’t fate do something nice to her for a change? Like strike her down with a bolt of lightning?! 

For several seconds, she and Luvia simply stared at each other, their hands clenched and the air between them crackling with their fury. 

Finally, Luvia huffed. “Well,” she said, “there’s an obvious solution, isn’t there?” 

“What?” said Rin, narrowing her eyes. 

“Naturally, you’ll have to quit.” 

“Quit?! Why the hell should I quit?!” 

“You are the junior employee,” said Luvia, smugly.

“And how long have you been working here?”

Luvia looked askance. “A week…” she said, somewhat quietly. “But it doesn’t matter! Longer is longer!” 

“What kind of shitty metric is that?!” Rin was all but ready to slug her. “If anyone has to be fired, it should be the worst-performing employee.” 

Luvia’s eyes lit up. “Oh! That’s an excellent point. Well, since you don’t have any performance yet, you’ll have no objection to throwing yourself out the door, will you?” 

“H-hang on a second!” Rin blushed at her rhetorical own-goal. “You have to give me a chance first!” 

Luvia worked her jaw for several seconds, clearly looking for a way not to. Finally, a smug grin returned to her face. “In that case, we should get you started with the most important of your new duties: cleaning the lavatory.” 

“Don’t give me that shit,” said Rin, flinging her beret at her.

“Alright, alright,” said Luvia, raising her hands to shield her eyes from any other improvised projectiles. “In that case, why don’t we make it a contest?” 

Rin quirked an eyebrow. “A contest?” 

“We’ll give it one day,” said Luvia. “Whoever sells the most clothes by the end gets to stay. Whoever doesn’t quits. Does that sound fair to you?”

Rin thought about this for a second. Was it fair? On the one hand, Luvia already had a lot of experience selling clothes. On the other hand, she was Luvia, so she was certain to drive off half the people who came in here with her repugnant personality… A grin crept onto Rin’s face. Yes, she could definitely come out on top here. Especially if she tossed a little Magecraft into the mix. 

Smirking, she clasped Luvia’s hands. “You’re on!” 

“Wonderful!” said Luvia. “I can’t wait to see your expression when you lose!” 

“Me neither!” said Rin. “I’m going to sell so many clothes there won’t be any left for you.” 

The two of them both laughed, loud and smugly. 

Suddenly, Luvia’s expression fell. “I wasn’t joking about the lavatory, by the way.”

She handed Rin a brush.

**

Afterward, once the calamity in the lavatory had been resolved, the two returned to the shop floor and prepared the boutique to open.

Having, having dusted the shelves, cleaned the floors, and correctly posed all the mannequins in the store window, they finally made to unlock the door. As they did, Luvia fixed Rin with one of her incredibly smug grins. “Well, Tohsoka, it’s almost time to open. I don’t suppose you’re having second thoughts, are you?” 

Rin practically snarled. “Of course not!” she snapped.

“Excellent,” said Luvia. And with one more smug grin, just for good measure, she flipped the store’s sign to open.

Rin clenched her fist in frustration. You cocky bitch! 

It wasn’t long before the first of their customers arrived. As they stepped into the boutique, Rin and Luvia rushed to greet them with the terrifying enthusiasm of zealots keen to convert others to their own particular brand of religion. They were so passionate, at least one person had to turn and retreat. 

“Why don’t you try this gorgeous black slip dress?” said Luvia, practically throwing the thing into a poor blonde’s hands. 

“Here,” said Rin, holding a sleek burgundy evening dress in front of a panicked brunette’s body. “Just imagine how good you’ll look in this.” 

One by one, they whittled through the horde, sending them out the doors with bags full of shopping or, more often, terrified expressions. 

As the hour ticked on, Rin realized she had to do something. Luvia’s experience was too much of an advantage, especially if she was capable of hiding her personality. Rin still couldn’t believe it was possible: you’d think the smug bitchiness would leak out of her pores, like the smell from a cracked sewer pipe. 

She wasn’t going to take Luvia’s victory lying down, of course. She still had one more option available to her:

No sooner as the traffic had died down a little, Rin waited for Luvia to be occupied with a customer and hurried out back to grab a special book from her bag. Among the spells she’d been studying recently at the Clock Tower was a simple enchantment designed to create supernaturally attractive clothing. Or so Rin presumed–she hadn’t quite finished the translation from the original Greek yet–but desperate times called for desperate measures, and she was willing to take a small gamble if it meant beating that drill-haired piece of crap.

The spine of her grimoire creaked as she opened it. Licking her finger, she flipped rapidly through the pages until at last she came to the incantation she wanted. Studying its description, she grimaced–the original language really was so ambiguous. Would it make ‘magical clothing’, or would it make ‘clothing of magic’? Or possibly even ‘clothing of magus’ though that seemed nonsensical no matter which way she looked at it. 

Biting her lip, she sighed. She supposed it didn’t really matter whether the clothing was made of magic or merely magical in nature. So long as people bought it. So long as she won the contest and got to rub it in that smug bitch Luvia’s face. 

“Alright,” she said, cracking her knuckles. “Here goes…” She raised her hands.

“ενδύματα!” As the words left her lips, a small ball of magical energy bubbled out of her palms and floated there like a globule of water in zero-g. With every sentence of the incantation, it grew a little larger, a little fuller, a little closer to popping in her face and splashing her with water.

“από τον μάγο!” As she spoke this final word, the bubble finally burst. Rin jerked back with surprise as the magical energy washed over her and everything else in the room, leaving it looking like Shinji’s under a blacklight. Finally, it faded. Sitting there on her ass, she looked around and blinked. What had happened? Was the spell done? Where was her magical clothing? 

Struggling to her feet, she spun in circles, wondering whether, for some bizarre reason, it had been conjured behind her, but no matter how hard she looked, she just couldn’t find it. Had the spell failed? Or had her translation been even worse than she’d thought? Maybe it had done something else entirely. 

She considered casting it a second time, just in case, but before she had a chance, she heard the jangle of the bell again. With a sigh, she slipped her grimoire back into her bag and turned to go. It had been worth a shot, but she guessed she wouldn’t be spending long at the store after all. 

When she took a step, however, she dropped, her leg failing to support her. Flailing, Rin toppled and stuck the ground with an ‘oof’. Groaning, she pushed herself up and looked back, wondering what had happened. She knew she’d gone a little hard with her exercises recently, but she didn’t think she’d–

To her horror, she found her leg as flat and limp as an empty sock. 

“E-eh?” Swallowing, Rin struggled to stand. “What’s…?” Unable to lift herself off the ground, she ended up grabbing her flattened leg and pinching it. To her shock, it felt just like cloth, the silkiest cloth she’d ever touched, but when her fingers dug into it, a stark surge of pleasure went racing up her thigh. With a squeak, she jerked back, her heart pounding. What was going on?! 

Struggling to regain control of the situation, she grabbed the wall and used it to lift herself up, but the instant she placed her weight on her other leg, it collapsed as well, crumpling like an empty piece of hosiery. Squealing, she struck the ground and lay there moaning on her front, struggling to sit up. Between the impact and the ecstasy surging out of her legs, it was almost impossible for her to move. 

With great effort, she managed to roll onto her back and look down, still trembling, at the pair of flattened legs lying before her. It wasn’t just her legs, she realized: her shoes and her stockings seemed to have fused with them, becoming just as soft and flexible.

A bead of sweat slipped from Rin’s chin. “Wh-what’s happening to me?” Was it the spell, or–? 

Before she could answer the question, something happened to her groin that really raised a lot of new ones. Screaming as she fought through the pleasure, she looked down and found her legs, or what remained of them, stretching, stretching wide. Her heart leapt in her chest–she looked like she was preparing to give birth!

Fortunately, things didn’t go that far, though the way they did go was almost worse. Snatching at the hem of her skirt, Rin risked a peek under it and squeaked to see her panties sinking into a vagina that, by her estimate, was three times its normal size. It was like watching a sheet of Saran wrap being sucked into a vacuum, lining the walls as it went. Rin could have screamed in horror, if she weren’t too stunned to make a sound.

Heart pounding really hard now, she flung herself at her bag, dragging her limp lower half behind her, and started to rummage for her spellbook. Snatching it out, she flipped through it madly, desperately, desperately hoping to find something–anything!–that could help her. 

Just as she thought she might have a counterspell that would work, the book dropped from her hands. Rin squeaked and went to snatch it up, but when she did, her fingers crumpled against it as if they were made of paper. “No! Nonono!” Inch by inch, her arms hollowed out as well, flattening just like her legs. Groaning, Rin slumped to the ground and lay there squirming, struggling to do anything more productive than flap like a fish. 

As her elbows collapsed, her hands curled into a ball and disappeared into her wrists, inverted like a pair of gloves. Rin watched in terror as her legs did the same, and soon all four of her limbs simply folded into themselves until they barely existed at all. When her thighs finally finished disappearing, the holes left in their place soon fused with her sex, making its hole even larger. Rin screamed like a whore as the ecstasy of it hit her.

Her head snapped back, face sweating and red. Through trembling eyes, she saw her mouth open wide, then wider, wider, then wider some more, till it was a gaping void that threatened to consume the rest of her. In the face of it, her own face folded itself out of existence, rolled up like a sheet of paper. Her vision went black as her eyes sank into it, but it only lasted for a second: a moment later, her sight returned, though what she saw wasn’t particularly pleasant: 

By now, her pussy had fused with her anus and the holes left by her legs, leaving a single gigantic aperture, which continued to grow until her hips were flattening into a thin ring of flesh around it. Higher up, the hole of her mouth and her former arms spread as well, growing until only two thin strips of flesh were left connecting her front and her back. As these voids spread, Rin felt increasingly empty, hollowed out and flimsy, as if her body were a big balloon rapidly leaking air. Even as she watched, her torso collapsed, falling flat, and leaving her boobs as the only part of her in 3D. 

Her sweater, already clinging tight to her, squeezed even tighter, sticking to her skin like a fresh coating of paint and spreading till it covered every inch of her skin with its color. Satisfied, it sparkled and glimmered, gaining a sudden sprinkling of sequins, and with that, the strange change finally seemed to come to an end.

Lying there on her back, unable to move or make a sound, Rin could only stare at her altered form and try to figure out what she was seeing. Wh-why do I have sequins?! 

A terrible thought occurred to her. The third reading of the spell. ‘Clothing of Magus…’ What if…? Oh no…

As she struggled to think of a way to return to normal, she heard a voice calling out for her. “Tohsoka? Tohsoka? Where the hell are you?”

*

“Tohsoka!” Standing there in the middle of the shop floor, her hands on her hips and her teeth grinding themselves into dust, Luvia sucked in a deep breath and shouted again. “Tohsoka!” Her voice rolled through the shop like the shockwave of a particularly shrill bomb, shaking the dresses on the hangers and even causing one poorly-balanced mannequin to fall over. But what it didn’t do was prompt a response. 

“Hmmphf.” Folding her arms, Luvia huffed. Clearly her rival had seen that she was guaranteed to lose and had disappeared out back in order to hang herself in despair or something similarly delightful. No, no, she thought, treasuring the image. No, fate would never quite so kind to her. No, more likely poor Rin had exhausted herself trying to keep up and had fallen asleep in a nice corner somewhere. Hopefully she’d still be there when Ms. Ariadne arrived. That would certainly solve the issue of her working here.

As amusing as all these possibilities were, Luvia still couldn’t shake the thought that something unusual was going on. Flicking a glance over her shoulder to make sure no one was at the door, she decided it would be best to go and find her. If only to make sure she wasn’t trying to skive off her job like some sort of working class laborer! Hah!

A quick circle of the store proved fruitless–wherever Rin was hiding, it wasn’t in sight. Finally, after double-checking to make sure there weren’t any customers at the door, Luvia made her way out back, calling Tohsoka’s name as she did. “Tohsoka! Tohsoka…! You better not be stuck in the lavatory again!” 

Poking her head into the cloakroom, she gave it a quick scan and turned to go, satisfied Rin wasn’t present. Just as she was about to leave, however, she couldn’t help but notice something a little out of place. …What was one of the store’s dresses doing in here?

She bent down to pick it up, but the instant her fingers contacted its silky red fabric, she felt a jolt, like static electricity. With a hiss, she snapped back and sucked her finger. “Ow!” 

Scowling now, she snatched the dress up and marched out of the cloakroom, ignoring the tingling in her hand. She didn’t know where Rin was, and to be honest, she really didn’t care at this point. Even if she popped out of the closet and sold a million pounds’ worth of dresses, Luvia was going to tell Ms. Ariadne exactly how much of a slacker she was. 

Searching the store, she found an appropriate mannequin for the dress and slipped it on before returning to the counter to wait for their next question. Her hand continued to tingle where she’d first touched the dress, and each time she tapped her finger impatiently against the counter, it seemed to get a little worse. Finally, with a snarl, she raised it and squinted, wondering what the hell was wrong with her. Had the dress been hiding a bee or something? What was going on…? 

As if to answer her question, her digits deflated like punctured balloons. Luvia stared at them in shock. “Wh-what is–?” 

Her body answered her with a sudden, instantaneous deflation: in half a second, her arms simply, collapsed, empty of all matter. Hollowed out, they fell limp at her sides, and just as she started to scream at what had happened, were slurped up by her shoulders, leaving her with nothing but two dark holes in their place. The scream that escaped her lips couldn’t have been louder. 

Stumbling back, Luvia struck the counter with a gasp, and like she’d shattered her spine, her legs gave way beneath her. Landing on her butt, she sat there and moaned as her legs finished flattening as well, them and her stockings and shoes and all, emptied out, and like the socks they’d come to resemble, promptly punched into themselves. She stared, her eyes trembling, as they vanished into her thighs.

As she struggled to figure out what was going on, a vicious certainty occurred to her: Tohsoka. There was only one person who could be blamed for this. Tohsoka! It’s all Tohsoka’s fault! This was all some little trap she’d set up so she could win their contest! It had to be! 

Gritting her teeth, she went to scream for her in frustration, but when she opened her mouth, her jaws decided to go one step farther and kept opening and opening, stretching wider and wider and wider. Her eyes boggled in shock, but only for a moment longer: a second later, the tidal wave of her folded face rolled over them, and everything went very, very dark.

When her sight returned, she found herself struck by a new and even more intense feeling: Nnn~! Ah! Nnnah! What’s happening to me now?! It felt as if someone were trying to ram a bollard into her vagina. And her anus! Nnnn~! 

She didn’t have the hands to raise her skirt and see what was going on anymore, but fortunately she didn’t have to: a second later, it split on her own, sucked up into her torso and exposing her groin in its terrible state of alteration: her legs were gone, replaced by nothing more than holes, and her pussy had swollen into a gigantic aperture itself, five or more times its former size and stretching everything else down there around it. Finally, with an audible plop, it met one of the gaps left by her legs and fused with it like an amoeba joining with another. The process struck her with a jolt of pleasure so strong she could only scream in shock. 

A moment later, her other leg hole met her anus and fused with it as well, striking her with an even more intense burst of delight. As she writhed in ecstasy, each of her new lower holes moved with they were side by side and their rims started to stretch downward, as if to replace her lost thighs. Unfortunately, they stopped growing before they were anything like their former size. Meanwhile, her upper half did the opposite: her arm holes fused with her mouth, and the resultant gap sank slowly downward, eating up her chest, her belly, and finally coming to a stop around her hips, where it thickened into a larger band, tight and elastic. Luvia struggled to make sense of it. 

For several seconds more, her body continued to squirm on the spot, her altered flesh drinking up her liquified clothing, slowly taking on its color, till her entire body had assumed the same deep shade of blue, soft and matte. Finally, this done, she fell limp. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t move or make a sound. 

Which was unfortunate, because if she’d been able to, she would have been stamping her feet and screaming. Tohsoka! When I get my hands on you…! I’m going to rip those pigtails off and stick them up your ass! 

**

Gray bit her tongue, struggling to keep up, as Reines marched ahead, the hard soles of boots clattering against the cobbles of the road. “M-Miss Reines, you really don’t need to go to so much–”

“Oh, honestly,” said Reines, looking back as she marched, “there’s no need to be so embarrassed. You could do with a new set of clothes anyway–those rags really don’t complement your figure.” 

“M-my figure?” 

The bell of the store jangled as they stepped in. “Hmm, in retrospect, this place seems a little tacky,” said Reines, looking around. “Still, we have time to spend, so I suppose it won’t hurt to spend a few minutes here. Now, where are the assistants?” Raising her hands, she clapped emphatically. The sound rolled through the shop, disturbing the dust.

No-one responded. 

After a second, Reines scowled and clapped again. “Hmmphf,” she said, when this failed to elicit a response either. “Not only is this place tacky, but the staff are lamentably tardy as well. Where are they? They can’t all be on their lunch break, surely?” 

“Perhaps there was an emergency?” said Gray.

“You’re ever so charitable. But what emergency could possibly be more important than seeing to us? No…” Looking around, Reines flinched suddenly, bringing a hand to her eye. “Hmm, that’s strange.” 

“Wh-what is it?” said Gray. 

“I can see a little magical energy,” said Reines, striding forward. “Now, why exactly does a second-rate boutique like this have such a high concentration of magical energy…?” 

“Perhaps they have a magus working here?” said Gray.

Reines snorted. “What kind of poverty-stricken mage would lower themselves to working in a dump like this? I feel lower-class simply standing here. Hmm…” Scowling now, little flames seeping out from under eyelids, she marched across the shopfront to the counter and, poking her head over it, found something strange. “That’s interesting.” 

“What is it?” said Gray, hurrying to catch up. Leaning over the counter herself, she found Reines staring at a pair of men’s underwear, deep blue. She blushed. “Wh-what are these doing here?” 

“I don’t know, but perhaps you should gift them to big brother.” said Reines. “Can you imagine what he’d look like in them?” Before Gray could respond to that, she continued: “What are they doing on the floor here though? And why do they have so much magical energy? It’s got more mana than most magi.” 

“Perhaps it’s enchanted?” suggested Gray.

“I’m taking that much for granted,” said Reines. “But it still doesn’t explain what they’re doing here on the floor.” Hopping over the counter, she snatched them up–

–and immediately dropped it, hissing in pain and shaking her fingers.

“What’s wrong?” said Gray, eyes widening in concern. 

“They stung me,” said Reines, eyes burning with fury on top of the literal flames now. Scowling, she flung the dress aside. “No wonder it has so much energy–someone has clearly cursed it.” 

Leaping back over the counter, she sucked on her finger, looking like she didn’t know what to be more upset about: the pain or the fact someone had dared to hurt her.

Frowning, Gray made to pick them up herself: sure enough, the instant her fingers contacted the fabric, she felt a sharp tingling, as if someone had pricked her with a needle. If it was a curse though, it wasn’t much of one: it hardly hurt at all. 

“Ugh, just get rid of the disgusting things,” said Reines, crossing her arms. 

Obediently, Gray folded the pair of boxers and placed them on the counter. 

“I don’t understand what they’re doing here anyway,” continued Reines, clearly flustered. “This is meant to be a woman’s clothing store, isn’t it?” 

“Perhaps they belong to one of the employees?” said Gray. 

“That’s even worse!” Scowling in disgust, Reines turned to go. “Come along–let’s leave this place before whichever lower-class pervert owns it shows up to accost us.” And with this, she marched off in the direction of the door.

Gray risked once last glance at the underwear on the counter before she followed her. It really did seem strange. 

No sooner had she taken a step in Reines’ direction, however, than the Princess of El-Melloi slammed to an abrupt stop with a gasp of surprise. 

“Wh-what is it?” cried Gray, rushing to her aid. The instant her foot struck the ground, however, all the strength went out of it. With a squeak, she dropped, striking the carpet with an ‘oof’. Looking back, she gasped to see that her leg had deflated, all shriveled up and empty as a punctured balloon. “E-eh?” 

With a gasp of surprise, Reines struck the ground beside her, face slamming straight into the carpet. Her legs were fine, but the same couldn’t be said about her arms: they’d collapsed, turned all empty and flat. When she raised one, it sagged like a piece of cloth. 

Gray’s eyes flashed with terror. “W-what’s happening to us?” 

Reines grit her teeth, looking like she wanted to bite someone. “Clearly that trap wasn’t as harmless as it looked!” 

“Wh-what do we do?!” 

“J-just stay calm,” said Reines, clearly fighting to achieve that much herself. “All I have to do is cast a counterspell and we’ll be fine.” She paused, working her jaw. Whether she was thinking of one or just trying to get something out of her teeth, Gray couldn’t tell.

Meanwhile, Gray’s left leg went the way of her right. Now she felt a tingling in her hands, and when she looked she found her fingers curling inward as well. “Reines, hurry!” 

“I am trying to think!” snapped the Princess, eyes tight in frustration. Closing them, she mumbled for a second, clearly working something out under her breath, but before she had a chance to say it, her legs collapsed as well, and her head snapped back in terror. She hissed. 

“R-Reines!” As her arms finished deflating, they rose on their own and curled around her shoulders, meeting up behind her at an angle that really should have been painful. Instead, it slapped her with a fresh bout of pleasure. “Nnn~! Reines!” 

“Stop talking and let me–!” Reines’ complaints cut off as her jaw slammed shut. For a moment, Gray thought she’d merely forgotten something, but a second later the truth made itself apparent. “Mmmphf! Mmmphf!” Eyes wide, Reines struggled to open it again, but her mouth remained gummed shut, lips fused into a single piece of flesh. “Mmmmmmmphf!” 

Gray squealed. What were they supposed to do now?! 

Thrashing with renewed fear, she screamed as her curled up to meet her arms, her toes tingling as they met up with her fingers. Like string, they knotted themselves and pulled tight, and when she tried to pull them apart, she found she couldn’t make them move at all. It was like they’d fused together. 

Meanwhile, Reines’ own limbs were doing something very similar: first her legs curled sideways and joined up, forming a large O behind her. Next her arms arched over her shoulders and met up with them, fingers wrapping around her ankles and fusing them together. She tugged, squirming in frustration, but all she achieved was pulling her new arms taut.

“Rei–Mmmmphf!” Now it was Gray’s turn to shut up. Slamming together, her lips knitted themselves shut, and as she squealed through them in terror, her entire face slid downward, drawn taut as her head was stretched down over her torso. Grabbing her legs, the spell pulled them wide as well, tugging them into a large sheet of flesh, wide and flat. She wanted to scream, but it was impossible. 

“Nnnnnnn~!” Reines couldn’t scream either, but she gave it a good try, writhing and shaking as a new round of changes assaulted her body. Like a pair of balloons, her boobs exploded, doubling in size and then some–if her clothes had fused to her skin, they would have torn straight out of her bodice. Even as they grew, however, the rest of her was shriveling away like a plant in the desert sun: her head sank into her neck, which promptly disappeared into her torso, and her belly vanished into her chest, leaving her slender new legs hanging limply. As her boobs grew, fatter and jigglier with the second, every other part of her save her limbs seemed to shrink, sucked up to fuel their growth. By the time they stopped, she was 90% chest. 

As Gray watched this in terror, her own form underwent one final round of spasming change. Her flesh, flattened out and drawn taut, absorbed the color of her equally warped clothing, and with that, she fell limp, shriveling to a tenth of her former size as she sank to the ground. 

Beside her, Reines’ boobs flattened as well, and her arms and legs thinned till they were scarcely thicker than string. As she slumped to the ground, silent and inanimate, Gray realized she was looking at a bra, a normal gray bra. 

All she could do was stare in terror, wondering what had become of her.

***

Sakura entered the boutique with a frown that only deepened as she scanned the shopfront and found it empty. “H-hello?” she called, voice quavering shyly. “R-Rin?” If her sister were around, she wasn’t showing it. By all accounts, the only people in the store were the mannequins, and their presence didn’t bring her much comfort. She had the terrible feeling they were all about to raise their arms and lurch towards her, grasping, groping at her–

Sighting the little bell on the counter, she gathered her courage and hurried in its direction, her soles sinking into the plush green carpet as she walked. Halfway across the room, however, she heard a soft crunch and looked down to see she’d stepped on a frilly gray bra. Stepping back, she realized it came with a matching pair of panties.

She bent down and picked them up, ignoring the little tingle in her fingers as she inspected them. They looked nice… in fact, she really liked them. “What are you doing in the middle of the floor like this?” she asked them. Sadly, they were an inanimate object and thus had no answers. 

After a moment of thought, she decided to try them on. According to its label, the bra was a 32D, which was a little small for her, but not so small it wouldn’t fit, and the panties seemed like they’d be just large enough as well. So with one last look to make sure she wasn’t missing one of the assistants, she threw the lingerie over her arm and hurried in the direction of the changing rooms, blushing at the thought of how she’d look with such a naughty set of underwear wrapped around her body. 

*

As Sakura Matoi bent down, her hand raised, fingers outstretched to grab her Reines El-Melloi Archisorte felt an uncharacteristic flash of terror. G-get away from me, you Oriental usurper! Don’t you dare put your hands on me! 

In any other situation, the ferocity of her anger would have sent the shyer magus fleeing, but without a mouth to speak her words or a face to express her emotions, Reines had no means of actually communicating it to her. As far as Matoi was concerned, she was nothing more than a simple bra. 

The sheer humiliation of it left her wanting to catch fire. When she got back to normal, she was going to have this establishment razed to the ground! 

Sakura’s fingers pinched her fabric, and Reines forgot her anger all at once as a sharp burst of pleasure shot through her body. If she’d still had a mouth, she would have gasped. If she’d still had a body, she would have writhed. As it was, she could only squeal in her head, unable to believe the strength of her ecstasy. J-just how erogenous am I?

As Matoi tightened her grip, the pleasure only grew that much worse, leaving Reines whimpering inside as she threw her and Gray over her arm and hauled them in the direction of what could only be the changing rooms. The terrible image of what was to come flashed through Reines’ mind, momentarily cutting through her pleasure with a sharp blade of fear. If she’d still had a throat, she would have swallowed. I-I can’t be worn!

In the changing room, Sakura placed the two of them delicately on the bench and proceeded to strip off, peeling off her cardigan and her blouse and her skirt and leaving them all in a tidy pile on the bench. Finally, reduced to nothing but her own blank white underwear, she paused for a second, examining the two of them and biting her lip in thought. 

Don’t you dare! cried Reines. Don’t you dare! 

Blushing, Sakura reached back and unclasped her straps. 

As the other magus’s boobs flopped freely out into the open air, Reines found herself frozen in a terrible mix of stunned fear, surprise, and envy. J-just how big was she?! And how had she gotten so big? She wasn’t that much older than her, was she? What the hell had they been feeding her? 

Then Sakura leaned in to pick her up, and another terrible revelation struck her. How was she supposed to hold such a gigantic pair of–?

Sakura’s arms slipped through her straps, leaving Reines wailing at the shock of it. Nnn~! Ah! Wh-why does it feel so–?! Sakura might as well have been sticking her arms through her lower holes. 

Now Matoi grabbed her and pulled her back, slamming the boulders of her obscene chest straight into the Reines’ new cups. It was like being struck in the back of the head with a giant rock–Reines could only gasp in shock, struggling to keep her thoughts straight. They felt so soft… So warm and so soft, though her nipples were like daggers digging into the back of her brain. Nnn~! 

With a click, Sakura clasped her straps. And with this done, she released her, turning to the mirror to examine her reflection. Without her support, all the weight of her boobs fell onto Reines instead, leaving her wailing at the pressure, struggling to hold herself together. It was like carrying a mountain on her back! She felt as if her body would give in and snap at any second. Nnn~! I can’t take it any longer! 

Unfortunately, her torment wasn’t to end any time soon. Satisfied with her appearance, Sakura turned back to the bench, smiling to herself as she picked up the other half of her new lingerie…

*

As the purple-haired woman snatched her up, Gray squealed in terror, desperately pleading to be put down, turned back, or at the very least left unworn! Please! I’m not just a pair of panties! You can’t wear me!

The other woman, however, didn’t seem to hear her. Digging her fingers into her fabric, she wrenched Gray from the bench and left her squealing in pleasure, her mind alight with the delight of being touched. Every part of her body felt as if it were on fire. 

It got worse. Releasing her, the woman pinched her by the straps instead and, as Gray moaned as if it were her nipples being tweaked, raised a leg and brought it slowly towards her opening. 

When it entered her, Gray lost what little coherence she’d been able to maintain. In her mind, she screamed, screamed as if she’d been stabbed. Screamed as if someone had taken an iron rod thick as her wrist and forced it all the way up to her uterus. Nnnnn~! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Take it out! Take it oooooout! 

Instead, the other woman dig the opposite. Standing there with one foot inside her, she raised her other leg and, with exactly as much mercy as one typically shows inanimate objects, slammed it into Gray’s other hole. Gray screamed. Now it felt like there was a giant rod in her behind too! Nnn~! 

Tightening her grip on Gray’s straps, she tugged her sharply upward, leaving Gray wailing as her fat thighs slid through her holes. The higher she rose up the other woman’s legs, they thicker they became, wider and wider, plumper and plumper, stretching her poor overstressed straps tauter and tauter around them. Nnnnn~! Stop! It’s too much! It’s too much!

Finally, she reached the woman’s hips, and even as her pelvis stretched Gray tighter than ever, her face slammed into something that nonetheless seized all of her attention: warm, sticky, vaguely wet, and stinking of fish, it made Gray want to retch. It took her a second to realize what it was, but when she did, the realization was almost worse than the actual impact. N-no! No! Take me off! Take me off! Take me offfff!

Cocking her hips, Sakura examined herself in the mirror and smiled in delight. 

*

Sakura exited the changing room with an expression of pride, her new lingerie over her arm as she searched for an assistant. At the counter, she rang the bell, expecting one to show up at any second, but they remained as unresponsive as they had been when she’d entered. Frowning, she turned and walked about, wondering whether they were hiding around one of the corners. They weren’t.

Finally, feeling a little more confident now after seeing herself in such a sexy set of lingerie, she decided to risk a peek out back in case the employees were all hiding there. But no sooner had she stepped behind the counter than a sudden, intense tingling started in her arm and spread rapidly through the rest of her body. With a gasp, she dropped her new lingerie and jumped back, almost knocking over a mannequin in the process. Every second that passed, the sense of pins and needles got even worse. 

Heart pounding in her chest, she struggled to recover. Wh-what’s happening to me? Is it something I ate…? 

As if in response, a little bomb went off in her chest. Sakura’s body rippled, shaken by the shockwave like a flag. Sakura squealed as she dropped, striking the ground with a harsh thud. She came very close to knocking herself out on the counter. 

“Nnn~!” Worse than the loss of strength in her limbs was the sudden fire roaring in her groin. Fighting to block it out, despite the certainty she was pouring, Sakura struggled to flip over and figure out what was going on.

To her horror, she couldn’t. Only on closer inspection of her arms did she realize why: they’d gone flat, limp, empty and weak as discarded sacks. No matter how hard she tried to move them, she couldn’t, and when she looked over her shoulder, she found her feet had done the same. Her shoes and her socks seemed to have fused with her, becoming little more than a layer of color on her flesh. 

Her heart racing faster with the second, Sakura thrashed, hoping to somehow manoeuvre herself out of danger, but despite her best efforts, all she accomplished was flopping like a fish. And before she came anywhere near it, her limbs did something that left her even more terrified: all at once, her fingers curled up and spiraled into her palms, disappearing into her wrists like water down the plughole and taking the rest of her arms with them, inch by inch, till she was left with nothing but a pair of holes in her shoulders. Her legs then did the same, vanishing with a schlup into her thighs. 

As Sakura screamed in terror (and pleasure, because the horrifying thing was that it also felt really good), her head snapped back and cut her off by wrenching her mouth open inhumanely wild. A final gurgle of surprise escaped her lips, and with that, her face simply rolled itself into her mouth. It wasn’t long before her head and her neck were gone entirely, leaving only a giant hole and two thin strips of flesh between it and her shoulders. She trembled, but she couldn’t even scream now. 

Her skin shimmered, and a wave of soft lilac washed over her and repainted her. With that, her torso fell as limp and as empty as her limbs.

All she could do was lie there, wondering what had happened to her.

***

The bell above the door jangled as Saber entered the store, pausing on the threshold to look left and right in search of guests or shop assistants and, failing to find either, stepping aside so that Shirou could follow her. 

“Huh,” he said, carefully closing the door behind him. “It’s looking really quiet at the moment, isn’t it? Maybe they’re all on their lunch break.” 

“Is it normal for a store to be left unattended while its employees take their lunch?” said Saber, unconvinced. 

Shirou thought about this for a second. “Maybe they were really hungry?” he said. 

Saber’s stomach rumbled. She supposed she couldn’t argue against that. 

The two made their way to the counter, scanning the shop as they went, but if Rin and the other employees were present, they were clearly doing a good job of hiding. Stranger still than their absence were the random clothes strewn across the floor, placed at random, as if the employees had dropped them wherever they’d been standing when their shift had ended. Stepping over a light pink one-piece, Saber frowned. She couldn’t avoid the impression something was wrong here. 

At the counter, they rang the bell and waited. If there were any employees around, surely they’d respond to them now.

After a minute, Shirou rang it again. The sound rolled through the empty store like a death knell.

“Maybe they were really, really hungry?” said Shirou. 

Saber decided not to answer this.

“What do we do now?” asked Shirou, after some thought. “Should we leave and come back? Or do you want to wait and see if Rin shows up?” 

Saber worked her jaw in thought. Just as she was about to suggest they leave–lest they be blamed for the mess on the owner’s return–her eyes caught a sparkling red dress on one of the nearby mannequins. The sight of it seemed to ignite something deep in her core. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from it.

Shirou followed her gaze and smirked. “Found something you like?” 

Saber blushed. “It’s nothing,” she said. “We can always come back later.” 

“I sure they won’t mind you trying it,” said Shirou, taking her hand encouragingly in his own. 

Blushing even harder, Saber swallowed. “I won’t be long,” she said, hurrying off. 

“Don’t worry,” said Shirou. “Take as long as you need.” 

Snatching the red dress off its mannequin, Saber threw it over her arm and scurried in the direction of the changing rooms. As she rushed, blushing deeper with the second, she barely even noticed the tingle of the fabric against her skin.

Meanwhile, Shirou’s eyes slid to a pair of deep blue boxers lying on the counter. He frowned. They looked just his size…

*

As the changing room curtain swished shut behind them, Rin squealed in Saber’s hands, struggling to overcome the ferocious pleasure of being touched. Nnnn~! Saber! Saber, it’s me! Let go! Let go! You’re…! Nnnn~! 

Hanging her by her straps from the door, Saber turned to the mirror and slowly stripped off, stacking her clothes in a pile on the bench. This done, she took a second to examine herself in the glass, pinching her belly with a frown before she turned back to Rin again.

Squeezing her by the hem of what had been her vagina, Saber stretched her wide and raised her high, giving Rin one final moment to squeal for her to stop before… Nnnnn~! 

As Saber slipped into Rin’s body, filling her vagina like a gigantic human phallus, Rin could only scream and twist inside, losing her mind to the utter, overwhelming pleasure. 

“Nn~! It’s a little tight.” Pinching Rin’s hem, Saber tugged her down, down, downward, sliding her over her stomach and stretching her poor fabric vagina even wider as she pulled her over her hips. The torment of being filled by her left Rin wanting to writhe. 

Nnnn~! 

Now Saber stuck her arms through her straps as well, leaving Rin screaming even louder. Her petite breasts slipped quite delicately into her bodice, their weight crashing into her like two heavy barrels of water. Rin had never imagined anything so small could possibly feel so heavy. 

Finally, Saber’s head popped through Rin’s neckhole, and with that, the torturous process came to an end. Not that the feeling of being worn was any better: Nnnn~! Nnn~! Ah! Ah! Oh God, take me off! Wrapped tight around Saber’s body, Rin felt as if her nerves were being pulled taut, strained till they must tear at any second. 

Why didn’t I just get a job at the supermarket?!

*

As Shirou hauled her into the spare changing room, Luvia thrashed in the confines of her own flesh (or was it fabric now?), screaming for him to stop, yet incapable of making a sound. Shirou! Shirou, wait! Don’t you recognize me? 

Obviously not, because no sooner had pulled the curtain across than he dumped her on the bench and started to strip off. If Luvia hadn’t been a pair of men’s boxers at the moment, she would have turned as red as his hair. Sh-Shirou! Shirou, wait! 

Unbuckling his belt, Shirou tossed it to the ground and followed up by dropping his jeans to the floor as well. Pinching the hem of his own boxers, he paused for a second, examining himself in the mirror, and finally, as if a little afraid to go so far, dropped his underwear. 

Luvia, lying there on the bench with little choice but to look, found herself temporarily incapable of thinking. If she hadn’t been a pair of underpants, she would have turned as red as Rin’s sweater. Oh my God. He’s bigger than–

She snapped back to sanity the second he turned to face her, however. Shirou! Shirou! Shirou, wait! You can’t put that thing inside me! I’ll rip! 

Unaware of her cries, he grabbed her like the piece of pliant cloth she’d become and, stretching her wide open, raised a leg, and stuck it straight through.

Luvia screamed as if she’d been skewered from one end to the other. It felt like he’d put it in her butt and it had come out through her mouth. She wanted to scream at the intensity and choke at its girth in her. Her body felt ready to tear apart at any second. 

Just as she thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse, he raised his other leg and slipped that through her as well. Luvia screamed so loudly she would have hurt her own ears, if she’d still had any. Nnnnn~! Shirou! Shirou, please, you’re–Nnnn~! Ah! 

Ignorant of her pleas, Shirou tightened his grip on her and started to tug, pulling her up, up, slowly up, up, his legs, and with each inch she travelled up them, the pressure on her mind and body became slightly more unbearable. By the time she reached his knees, Luvia could barely think. Every muscle and sinew in her body felt as if it had been stretched to its limits. Nnnnn~! 

Sliding up his thighs, she finally reached the part of him she’d been dreading: his cock entered her like a sword to the gut, instantly overwhelming every other part of the whole torturous experience so far. As its length dug into her, as its girth stretched her fabric around it, as its awful, stinking head slathered her fabric in its saliva, Luvia spiraled into a pit of absolute despair, unable to believe what was happening. This can’t be real. This can’t be real. This can’t be real! I can’t be Shirou’s–! 

Releasing her band with a snap, he turned back to the mirror and cocked his head. “They don’t look bad,” he said, running a hand down her side (Luvia squealed). “They’re a little–Nnn~!–tight though.” He blushed as he inspected himself. “They really cling to my…” He bit his lip. “I wonder if Saber would like them…?” 

Who care what Saber would like…?! Just take me ooooooff!

*

When Saber emerged from the changing room, she found Shirou standing not far outside. For some reason, he looked a little flushed, and he blushed even harder when he saw her in her new outfit. “W-well?” she said, after a moment. “What do you think?” 

Shirou swallowed. “You look beautiful,” he said. 

Saber turned almost as red as her dress.

“You look…” Shirou continued, “...like a Roman Emperor.”

Saber blinked. “What does that even mean?” 

“I don’t know,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “Are you planning to buy it?” 

Saber frowned. “I’d like to,” she said, especially if you like it too. But I don’t see how I can, if there’s no one to buy it from.” 

“We could always leave a note,” suggested Shirou. Saber shook her head, unconvinced. “Well,” he continued, “I suppose we could always wait a little while and see if anyone shows up. After all, someone has to come back eventually, don’t they?” 

“I suppose that makes sense,” said Saber.

“Let’s give it another five minutes at least,” said Shirou, leaning back against the counter. 

“Actually,” said Saber, rubbing her arm in embarrassment. “I’m not sure I want to buy them anymore.” 

He cocked his head. “Oh, what’s wrong?” 

She pinched at her dress with a scowl. “It’s making me really tingly where it touches my skin…” 

“Tingly?” said Shirou.