ROYAL REWARD: Carmina Clothing, Part 3 (Inanimate TF, Princess Connect!)

It wasn’t until the crowd’s cheers faded away that Chika finally summoned the strength to answer them. “Th-thank you all for listening! I-I hope to sing for you again soon!” This earned her another round of applause, but it was simply too much for her to take at this point. With one last hurried bow, she rushed off the stage. 

In her dressing room, she sat before the mirror and stared at her reflection, feeling a strange kind of melancholy. 

Three weeks had passed since her teammates had disappeared. And while she’d done everything she could to keep going in the meantime, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t affecting her. The only reason she could still perform was the knowledge they’d want her to keep going no matter what. She couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing them. 

Just as she was about to undress, someone knocked at the door. She frowned. She wasn’t expecting anyone to come and see her. “Who is it?” she called.

“A friend,” came the reply, deep and masculine, “with some information about your guildmates.” 

Her heart started to thud. Could it be true? Could they know what had happened to Nozomi and Tsumugi? Without thinking, she rushed for the door, grabbed the handle, and wrenched it open. 

She barely had time to see the figure on the other side before they barreled into the room, grabbed her by the collar of her dress, and flung her aside as if she weighed nothing. Striking the far wall, she dropped with a gasp. “Wh-what…?” 

The figure stood over her, shrouded in a dark, concealing, cloak–the only thing she could tell was that he was male. And enormous. 

Fresh terror tore through her body, making her hands shake and her lip quiver. She tried to stand, but her legs refused to obey her. Sweat slipped from her brow and splattered the dressing room floor. “Y-you… You’re the one who–” 

The mysterious man didn’t give her chance to finish. Slipping his hand into his cloak, he produced a slim wand, raised it high, and with a whispered word… Zap! Chika screamed as the spell struck her gut, flinging her off the ground and up into the air. 

Holding her high, the spell took her arms and slammed them against her sides even as it forced her legs together. At the same time, it slipped its fingers into her mouth, silencing her screams as it spread her lips wide open. Forcing its way inside her, it delved deep into her throat, deep, so deep she wanted to choke, worming its way down her esophagus, and from there all the way through her. She writhed, her eyes full of tears, and all the while the man simply looked at her and chuckled. 

As the spell finished working its way through her body, she felt a terrible spasm, as if she’d been electrocuted, and a ripple rolled from her head down to her toes. As she moaned in fresh terror, her clothes clamped tight to her body, squeezing her till they seemed to merge with her skin outright. If not for their color, she wouldn’t be able to tell where one ended and she started. 

Heart thudding, she thrashed, but it didn’t make any difference: the spell had full control of her now–all she could do was float there and observe. Inside her, the spell writhed, hollowing her out, expanding her esophagus and drilling down into her legs. She spread as it spread through her thighs, setting her pussy alight in the process. Finally, it reached her feet, and she could only moan as her soles opened up.

Slowly, the rest of her humanity collapsed, shrivelled up. Sinking into her skin, they faded away entirely, arms disappearing into her sides and her breasts into her chest. Finally, her head sank into her neck, stifling her muffled cries entirely, though her mouth remained open, wide, wide open.

As the lasts of her features disappeared, her strength left her entirely. With one last feeble whimper, she sank to the floor and lay there, unmoving, unable to move, her entire body nothing more than a strip of empty fabric. She felt so weak she wanted to cry. 

Bending down, the man in the cloak picked up her by the edge of her former mouth, leaving her wanting to choke at the feeling of his fingers inside her. Raising her high, he pinched her and spread her, stretching her lips wide and leaving her trembling in pleasure. To her horror, it felt good to be stretched this way. Far better than it had any right to feel. 

And then he put his foot inside her. 

As it slipped through her mouth and down one of half of her split throat, Chika tried to scream in pleasure. It felt as if he were forcing it up her vagina and her butt both, stretching both of them to their limits in the process. She wanted to scream and scream and shake and wail, but her rigid body refused to move, and so all she could do was cry as his foot reached her far end and emerged with a pop. Raising his other leg, he slipped it inside her too. 

Finally, tightening his grip on her mouth, he wrenched her up, up, up, up, forcing her farther and farther up his body, spreading her lips wide around his hips and his ass. She felt his bulge through his pants too, leaving her wanting to vomit. And as he finally released her with a snap, she heard a voice: 

Ch-Chika! Chika, are you okay? 

N-Nozomi?! she cried, struggling to get the words out. You’re here too?

A-and me, said Tsumugi, sound dejected. 

Where are you both?! 

I’m his underwear, said Nozomi. And Tsumugi’s his socks… And you’re…

In the mirror, Chika saw it: a pair of male leggings, lime green and emerald and banded in gold, wrapped tight around a pair of male legs. …No! No, this can’t be happening! It can’t be–Ah! She squealed as the man moved, and his body shifting inside her stretched her a little tauter. Nnn~! 

Nozomi and Tsumugi screamed as well. 

After several torturous seconds, he finally stopped shuffling. What are we going to do?! cried Chika.

Neither had an answer for her.