ROYAL REWARD: BB's Big Mistake, Part 3 (Inanimate TF, Fate)

Pausing at Master Ritsuka’s door, Tlaloc came to a stop and leaned in, listening closely. She couldn’t hear anyone on the other side. And yet she was certain she’d seen someone go in… Was she imagining things, or was something strange happening here? 

After a moment of pause, she decided to find out. Raising her hand, she knocked, sharply. “Master Ritsuka? …Master Ritsuka?” 

No-one responded, but to her surprise the door itself swung open anyway–clearly whoever had been here hadn’t closed it properly. With a frown, Tlaloc poked her head through the gap and, finding the bedroom appeared empty, stepped through herself. 

Well, she thought, studying the room with a curious expression. If any of her fellow Servants had come in here, it was obvious they weren’t here anymore. And since she was, she supposed there was no harm in waiting for Master Ritsuka herself, wherever he’d gotten to. She doubted it would be very long before he arrived. 

After a few moments of shuffling on the spot, kicking her feet, her eyes drifted to the desk in the corner, where Master Ritsuka had a simple if rather strangely colored office chair. Lowering herself into it, she spun on the spot and sighed in exaggerated annoyance. Just what was Master Ritsuka doing…?

Just as she thought she was going to have to go and look for him, her eyes drifted to a strange object on the desk. It looked like a broken wand, and when she picked it up, she caught the undeniable sense of magical energy. Was it a Mystic Code? Or a former Mystic Code, at the very least, given its current state. She wondered what kind of function it performed…

As she turned it around in her hands, the wand’s jewel began to glow, shimmering with magical power. For a moment, it remained a simple curiosity, but as it started to shine even brighter, Tlaloc felt the first sparks of panic. “Wh-what is–?” 

Casting the Mystic Code aside, she leapt from the chair and back out of danger, but she was too late: halfway across the room, a shockwave of magical energy struck her and froze her on the spot. “Wh-what is–?” Her teeth chattered as she struggled to talk. 

It was like someone had grabbed her by the shoulders. Tlaloc squealed as they forced her backward, bending her down till she came to rest on all fours, fixed looking up at the ceiling. She squirmed, fighting to get back on her feet, but to her horror, her limbs refused to obey her. It was like they’d been turned to wood. 

As if this wasn’t bad enough, the sensation that followed it was worse: settling in her core, the magical energy of the wand started to fill her, stretching her stomach wide as it spread through her form. The rest of her body followed soon after, pumped full and fat, egregiously plump, and leaving Tlaloc screaming in utter embarrassment as her clothes were pulled taut around them. 

Sucking in what air she could, she managed to scream. “What is happening?! Someone help me…!” If anyone could hear her, sadly they didn’t respond. 

Magical energy continued to flow into her, pumping her stomach fat and boosting the rest of her body to match. Tlaloc moaned as her boobs swelled, her nipples digging hard into her top. Nnnn~! Make it stop! Worse was the feeling at her far end, where her fattened sex was rubbing against her underwear.

Instead of growing into a perfect sphere as she might have expected, Tlaloc’s body abruptly stopped, her sides forming harsh walls, as if she’d been forced into an invisible mold. Nnn~! This wasn’t much comfort, of course, especially as she realized what shape it was squeezing her into. She looked like she was becoming a– No! 

As the wave of her change reached her head, she found it snatched upward and fixed in place, locked looking down the length of her increasingly cuboid body. She struggled to look left and right, but all she could do was stare straight ahead, stare as the spell trapped her skull in its vice and squished it into a flat plain five times as wide. Nnnnn~! The embarrassment was almost worse than the physical sensation of it. 

A wave of tingling rolled through her limbs and her back and her head, and with that, movement become entirely impossible. At the same time, the exact opposite sensation flickered through the rest of her, leaving her torso softer and plumper than ever, as if it had been stuffed full of cotton. 

With a ripping sound, her clothing tore free of her. And as if this wasn’t bad enough, her breasts followed a second later. With a pop, the former pumped into a large, plush cover, while the latter blossomed into a pair of plump pillows. 

With that, the magic seemed to leave her. Lying there, trapped, forced to stare at her own swollen breasts, Tlaloc could only writhe in frustration. Someone help me! …Turn me back! 

It was some time before anyone actually arrived. Opening the door, Master Ritsuka stepped inside, and at once his eyes went wide in shock. “What in the–?! A bed?! This is starting to get ridiculous…” 

Tlaloc didn’t know what he was talking about, but she had more important concerns at the moment. Master! Master Ritsuka! Please, you have to turn me back…! 

Approaching her, Master Ritsuka frowned. After a moment, however, he lowered himself to her, and as his buttocks sank into her mattress, Tlaloc practically caught fire. M-M-Master! What are you doing…?! 

He bounced on her a little, making her squeak in terror. “It’s very soft…” he said. Reaching for her boobs, her grabbed one and squeezed it, plumping it like any normal pillow. Tlaloc wanted to scream. 

“These aren’t bad either,” he said, after a moment. “Maybe I’ll swap out my old one…”

M-Master…!

With a yawn, he lay back, resting his head and her breasts and leaving her squealing at the feeling. “Not bad at all…” 

M-Master?!