Mansion of Madness! - Chapter 5

Erza didn’t wait a second longer: with inexplicable confidence, she strode straight into the laundry room, leaving the rest of them to stand in the doorway and watch, baffled. 

“H-hey!” cried Weiss. “You’re not actually going to get changed, are you?” 

Erza turned back, one eyebrow raised. “Do you want me to keep wearing these rags?” she asked, tugging at the torn bodice and skirt of her maid outfit. “If nothing else, I can at least find a replacement.” 

“W-wait a second!” Blushing, Weiss rushed over to her. “What about the traps?” 

“I’m willing to take the risk.” Kneeling down, she started to rummage in one of the clothing baskets, snatching out random garments and, deciding they wouldn’t fit (whether in size or aesthetic), discarding them.

Weiss stood and watched for several seconds and finally, seeing she wasn’t going to stop, decided she might as well join in. I wouldn’t mind getting out of this tawdry outfit either… Taking a place on the floor beside her, she started to rummage in a basket of her own and pulled out a bright white shirt with a large black logo. “Doujinland?” she read, squinting. “What kind of…? Exactly who lives in this place?” 

As Samus, Nicole, and Baka took up watch near the door, the rest of the group headed to the washing machine, leaving Erza and Weiss to search in peace. In minutes, however, the two of them had come to an inevitable conclusion. “They won’t fit,” said Erza, with a sigh. Everything was either too small, too large, too skimpy, or, frankly, too stupid. Especially the clown costume. 

Tossing the red nose back into the basket, Weiss sighed in defeat. “You’re right,” she said. “We’re better off staying as we are.” 

Leaving the clothes in the basket, she stood and turned to go and see what the others were doing. Erza, on the other hand, remained where she sat. “Erza?” she asked, after a moment. The redhead’s eyes were locked on something. “Erza?” 

Slowly, Weiss traced Erza’s gaze and found herself looking at a set of skimpy blue lingerie, cut to fit someone considerably larger than Weiss Schnee, to say the least. (Beside it: a smaller pink pair, not quite as well-endowed, but just as cute.)

“You can’t seriously be considering wearing that, can you?” asked Weiss. 

Erza bit her lip. “Well…” 

“Even ignoring the fact it’s almost certainly trapped, just look at how, well…” She blushed. “It’s so risqué…” 

“I know, I know,” said Erza. “You have to admit, there’s something attractive about it though.” 

“I don’t have to admit anything of the sort!” 

“Anyway, it won’t take long,” said Erza, kicking off her shoes and hurrying to strip off the rest of her uniform. “Besides, it’s not like any of the other clothes in here have been trapped.” 

“Urgh!” Weiss rolled her eyes. “Am I the only one taking this stupid place seriously?!” 

Tossing her own bra and panties to the floor with exactly zero shame, Erza snatched the sexy blue pair off the drying rack, raised them, and blushed. 

“You’re thinking about how your crush would react to seeing you in them, aren’t you?” said Weiss.

Erza bit her lip and blushed even harder. Hurriedly slipping her legs into the frilly confines of the panties, she thrust her arms through the straps of the bra, connected its clasps, and adjusted its cups. It looked a little loose, but it wasn’t a bad fit. 

“How do I look?” she asked, stepping back and spreading her arms to show herself off. 

Weiss blushed. “I’m not inclined to comment,” she said, refusing to meet Erza’s eyes (though she couldn’t resist taking a peek at several other parts of her). “Actually, I’m more interested in how you feel. Do you… do they feel trapped?” 

Erza looked over her shoulder, pinched the fabric covering her ass, and, pulling it tight, released it with a snap. “Not particularly,” she said. 

“Hmm.” Over the span of the next few seconds, Weiss’s scowl grew deeper and deeper, until at last, with an overly dramatic sigh, she threw up her arms. “Well, I suppose it can’t hurt to try on something new…” 

Hurrying to throw off her own uniform, Weiss snatched the smaller pink set of lingerie from the shelf and raised it so she could read the label. What brand were these exactly? The name was hard to make out, but she thought it said something like ‘Zogogo’. Certainly not a brand she’d ever heard of.

Pinching the panties, she slipped her legs inside them and pulled them up, releasing them with a snap. This done, she punched her arms through the bra’s straps and clasped them with a click. For some reason, despite the fact she’d picked the smaller set, she had a much easier time fitting inside it than Erza had. She tried to ignore that. 

Finally, satisfied, she took a step back and looked down at herself. “Well?” she said. “How do I look?” 

“Very cute,” said Erza.

Weiss scowled. “‘Cute’ isn’t quite what I was hoping for.” Looking down at herself, she found herself blushing, as much at her sudden lapse in judgment as in how she looked. What was she doing, playing dress-up? They’d been kidnapped! They still had to escape! 

She was keeping the underwear though. 

As she and Erza hurried to get back into their uniforms, Weiss felt a second, different flush, one which came accompanied by a sudden tension in her chest, as if she were about to suffer a heart attack. Panting, she clutched a breast and bit her lip, but no sooner had the knot in her boobs faded than she felt a similar one in her butt. Looking back over her shoulder, she winced. Why did her panties feel so tight all of a sudden? They’d fit her a moment ago! 

Turning to Erza, she realized she wasn’t alone: the redhead looked as if she’d picked a pair slightly too small for her too. But how could–?

Realization dawned. “Oh no.”

With an audible bowoing, Weiss’s boobs doubled in size, their fecund new flesh all but spilling out of her bra. Squealing, she fought to cover them, even as her asscheeks stretched her panties taut. “Nnn~! I knew it! I knew they were trapped!” Screwing up her eyes, she moaned. “Nnn~! Why do I always end up with the crazy redheads?!” 

“Th-this may have been a mistake,” said Erza, as her own curves rose like leaven bread, making her sexy blue set squeak with the strain.

“You don’t say!” 

“J-just take it them off!” cried Erza, fumbling for her bra’s clasps. 

“Do you think I haven’t thought of that?!” cried Weiss, who hadn’t thought of that. With a hiss, she struggled to unclasp the bra, but no matter how hard her fingers worked the clasps, she couldn’t get them to come apart. Moaning now, she grabbed the panties and tried to pull them down instead, but they refused to budge. In fact, the harder she tugged them, the harder they seemed to be stuck. 

<SKILL CHECK: ERZA - STRENGTH …FAIL!>

<SKILL CHECK: WEISS - STRENGTH …FAIL!>

Pausing to catch her breath, Weiss looked down with a moan. It was a lot harder to see her feet than it had used to be.

*

“Do you really think there’s a secret door inside the washing machine?” said Gura, bending down and peering into the glass. 

“I-I, well, I don’t know if I’d go quite that far, but it’s worth checking, isn’t it?” said Emilia. 

“What if we get stuck though?” said Gura. 

“Stuck?” 

“Yeah. Like, we get halfway in, and then we can’t get out again.” 

“Well, I’m sure the others would be able to help us out.” 

“What if they try to take advantage of us?” said Gura, grinning mischievously.

Emilia stared at her. “Take advantage of us…?” 

“Yeah, you know, like…” 

Emilia stared at her blankly.

As Gura explained last season’s hottest incest meme to the sheltered aristocrat, Freiren left her werelight floating by the ceiling and turned her eyes to the bottles on the shelf above the machine. Stretching, she managed to grab one and haul it down. She might not know exactly what everything in this room was, but she recognized a magical potion when she saw one. 

Raising the bottle to her eyes, she squinted at the label. “Fabric softener?” What’s the point in merely softening fabric? 

She put it back on the shelf and pulled down another. “Fabric hardener? Well, that’s just silly.” 

One by one, she went through the bottles: Softener, hardener, cleaner, detergent, bleach, naruto…”

Finally, a particularly interesting one caught her eye. “Clothing enlarger?” she thought about this for a second. “…I suppose I can see the use in that, actually.” Her clothes had been feeling a little tighter since she’d eaten all those hamburgers, and the maid outfit she found herself in now was no different. Maybe a drop of clothing enlarger wouldn’t hurt… She popped the cap. 

“H-hey!” said Gura, looking startled. “Wh-what are you doing with that?” 

“I’m just testing it…” said Freiren, squinting into the bottle’s mouth. The fluid inside was a light shade of blue and bubbly, brimming with magical power.

Emilia didn’t sound convinced. “Sh-shouldn’t you be more careful?” 

“It will be fine,” said Freiren, smiling innocently. “I’m only planning to use a single drop…”

<SKILL CHECK: FREIREN - PERSONALITY …FAIL!>

From the other side of the laundry room came a scream. Freiren spun automatically and found herself staring at– Well, they had Erza’s and Weiss’s faces, but neither Erza or Weiss had ever been anywhere near so curvy. She blushed a little, averting her eyes. Erza had been well-endowed to start, but now she had boobs as big as her head and a behind to match. Weiss had gained a similar, if slightly smaller figure, though she seemed even less happy about it than Erza. “Take it off!” she cried, face red with humiliation and fury. “Take it off!” Her soft pink lingerie squeaked with the strain of holding in her new assets.

Looking down, Freiren couldn’t help but feel a little envy. 

In her distraction, she didn’t notice what happened next: Weiss, still moaning, spun around so that Samus could get at the clasps of her bra and, in the process, struck Baka in the face with her swollen new breasts. Losing more brain cells than she could really afford, the catgirl flew back with a bleeding nose and half-spun, half-stumbled across the room–

–and straight into the bottle in Freiren’s hands. Striking the floor, it exploded with a crack, producing a thick cloud of sparkling blue gas. Freiren had a second to gasp in shock before it swept over her, hiding everything behind the same shimmering curtain. 

“H-hey!” cried Gura. 

“What’s happening?!” wailed Emilia.

“Nyagh! I’m shrinking! I’m shrinking, nya! Nyaaaaagh!” 

On cue, Freiren felt a sudden looseness in her own clothing, as if she were shrinking as well. Her bodice slipped from her chest, and her skirt dropped, while her stockings slid slowly down her legs. A second later, her panties followed them, forcing her to cover her crotch with a squeak.

Slowly, the smoke cleared, revealing her own naked body and, immediately ahead of her, the equally nude forms of Gura, Emilia, and Baka, all standing in a pile of their own enlarged maid outfits. They looked like they’d been wearing tents. 

“What did you do?!” wailed Gura, struggling to cover herself.

Freiren couldn’t help but smirk a little. “Oh dear.” 

From the other side of the room came a sigh of relief.

*

Weiss’s lingerie was trying to constrict her. With every second the cursed underwear worked its magic, her boobs and her buttcheeks blew a little larger, stretching the straps of the trapped clothing taut and leaving her squealing in a mix of a pain and pleasure. Dropping to her knees, she knelt there panting and sweating, afraid her panties were going to slice clean through her vagina. Nnn~! Her ass must be even bigger than Blake’s now. 

Beside her, Erza retained slightly more composure, though her assets must have grown even bigger. Weiss was shocked their weight hadn’t dragged her to the ground.

Just as she thought the strained elastic would cut off her blood supply, a wave of sparkling blue gas washed over the two of them and made their undies spasm like living things. 

“Now what?!” wailed Weiss. 

All at once, the pressure abated–she was so stunned, she almost forgot to be relieved. 

A moment later, the gas fizzled away, leaving Weiss to watch through wide eyes as her and Erza’s underwear started growing. “Oh, thank the–”  Weiss sighed in relief as her bra and her panties finally stopped constricting her and fell loose, sliding to the floor. By the time they landed, they must have been three times their former size.

Beside her, Erza slung her own bra away with a sigh. “That’s one way of solving the problem,” she said, cupping her newly-freed boobs. The cursed bra had left them as big as beachballs now–it was an effort simply to lift them. “Our, ah, bodies don’t seem to be going to back to normal though.” 

Weiss rubbed her swollen rear with a moan. “Ugh, this is just typical!” 

As the last of the smoke cleared away, it became clear they weren’t the only ones affected: Gura, Emilia, Baka, and Freiren, who’d clearly been near the source had suffered the worst, their maid outfits blown to five or more times their previous size and leaving them struggling to escape little mountains of cloth, but even Samus and Nicole by the door had been left scrambling to hold their clothes up. 

“What happened?!” wailed the latter. “Don’t you guys know not to mess with things yet?!” 

“It isn’t too bad,” said Erza, bending down. “Most of the clothing in the baskets seems to be unaffected, so we’ll have no trouble finding replacements.” 

“Oh, no,” said Weiss. “Erza, we already tried all of those clothes! You know why we dismissed them.” 

“What choice do we have?” said Erza, reaching down. “Here, this one should be your size now.” 

“Oh, very funny,” said Weiss.

*

A few minutes later, and eight of them were all back in clothes again, if not necessarily the outfits they would have wanted.  

Samus found her generous figure crammed into a tight polyester bunnysuit that showed off all her curves–its leotard was a bright blue, exactly the same as her missing Zero Suit, much to her consternation. “Hmphf.” 

Emilia, faced with an assortment of terrible choices, decided to pick the most respectable and promptly dressed herself as a prim, professional office lady, though her top was too tight, her skirt too short, and she felt the inexplicable urge to get on her hands and knees. “What exactly is a personal secretary?” she asked, adjusting her glasses. 

Gura, appropriately enough, had ended up wearing the classic school swimsuit.

“Are you going to wear the floaties as well?” asked Emilia, innocently. 

Gura grit her teeth in suppressed fury. 

Nicole found herself in a dark corset, complemented by fishnet stockings and stripper boots. “I guess it could be worse,” she said, picking up the purse that came with her outfit. With a frown, she upturned it, emptying out hundreds of condoms inside, and tucked Ilulu in their place. For some reason, sausages fit her new theme just as well as the rubbers.

Erza and Weiss, meanwhile, their bodies curvier than anyone else now, found themselves struggling to find something that fit at all. In the end, Erza found herself dressed as a waitress, an outfit so close to her maid uniform that it made you wonder what the point had been.

…Weiss, of course, ended up in the clown suit. “This is ridiculous!” she complained, stamping her comically-large boots.

“Something is,” said Gura.

“You know, don’t have to wear the nose,” said Samus, squinting. 

“H-huh?” Weiss snatched it off and went twice as red anyway. “O-of course I wasn’t going to wear it!” 

Freiren, who’d escaped much of the blame for the incident by pretending to be an innocent old lady, had nonetheless received a kind of ironic punishment. Placing her bright yellow cap on her head, she looked down at the long blue frock that came with it and frowned. “What exactly is a child garden, anyway?” 

The last to pick an outfit was Baka, who, after much rummaging in one of the wardrobes, finally produced a sexy purple witch costume, like the kind you might wear to a Halloween party. “What do nyou guys think?” she said, slipping her ears through the slits in the hat.

The rest of the group studied her suspiciously. 

At last, their dignity (or what remained of it) restored, they decided to move on. “I think we’ve found everything we’re likely to find here,” said Erza, tugging her skirt down in annoyance.

“Well, I hope you’re satisfied,” said Weiss, boots squeaking as she walked. “Thanks to you and Miss Pointy Ears, I look like I practice balloon tricks by stuffing them up my shirt!” She hefted her head-sized boobs and dropped them with a squeak. 

“Just try to stay calm,” said Erza. “As soon as we defeat Mahou, we’ll force her to turn us both back to normal.” 

“How exactly are we meant to find her?” asked Nicole. “I don’t know if you remember, but we’ve run out of ways to go.” 

“We’ll have to check the kitchen and the bedroom again,” said Erza, approaching the turn in the hallway that would bring them to the latter. “There must be a secret door somewhere in–” 

She turned the corner and stopped. Weiss, of course, slammed straight into her. Squeak! 

“Ugh, what now?!” she cried, looking past her. “...Was this always here?” 

The rest of the group hurried to see as well. “Did we…? Did we miss this?” asked Gura.

Before them sprawled a gigantic library, its shelves carved from a forest of darkwood and stacked halfway to heaven with books. The ceiling, if there was one, was far out of sight, hidden in the darkness, though a small army of ladders had been placed in a vain attempt to reach it. Floating candles flickered overhead, providing just enough light to illuminate the chamber without killing the mansion’s moody gothic atmosphere.

As they entered, floorboards creaking beneath their feet, Freiren looked around and made a sound like she’d been stabbed. 

“F-Freiren, are you okay?” asked Nicole. 

“I think I’ve wet myself.” 

Weiss, meanwhile, all but collapsed. “This place can change?!” 

“It would explain the lack of exit,” said Samus, with a sigh.

“But if it can change… we might never be able to find the way out!” 

“I definitely don’t see an exit here,” said Nicole, raising a hand to shield her eyes as she squinted into the library’s depths. It was a bibliophile’s dream. And most of their nightmares.

“Ooo, ooo, what if it’s like in those mystery stories where nyou have to pull the right book and it makes the whole shelf turn, nya?” 

Gura groaned. “But… but there are so many books. How are we meant to pick the right one?” 

The words seemed to float in on the breeze, faint as a ghost. “Fufufufufu. Good question, nya.” 

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