ROYAL REWARD: Carmina Clothing, Part 2 (Inanimate TF, Princess Connect!)

“Nozomi? Nozomi? Are you in there?” The bedroom door creaked as Tsumugi pushed it open. Peering through the crack, she looked left and right and finally stepped into the room proper. “Nozomi?” No one answered her. 

Planting her hands on her hips, she huffed. Where had her fellow idol gotten to? They’d been supposed to meet up for singing practice an hour ago, but Nozomi was nowhere to be found. She hadn’t gotten bored and wandered off, had she? That seemed so unlike her.

Spinning on the spot, Tsumugi ran through all the different places her Guild Leader could possibly have chosen to go to: the market, the tavern. She’d already checked the concert hall, of course. Was there somewhere else she hadn’t thought of? If not, where could Nozomi possibly be? 

As she chewed over this question, a terrible thought occurred to her. What if Nozomi hadn’t gone anywhere? At least not willingly. What if she’d been taken? 

She looked around again, feeling flustered now. What if Nozomi had been taken? Could it be true?  Her heart raced. She needed to find someone to help her, quickly. What if they were all in danger?

As she rushed for the door, something creaked behind her. She slammed to a stop, looking back with a frown. Had that…? Where had that come from? 

Something moved in Nozomi’s closet.

She should have run, but curiosity kept her rooted. “N-Nozomi?” she asked, taking a cautious step towards the closet. “N-Nozomi, is that you? Nozo–” 

The closet door flew open. She didn’t even manage to get another word out before the spell struck her. Like a meteor, it shot across the room and slammed into her stomach, doubling her over like a kick. She dropped to her knees, moaning, as tremors rolled up and down her body. She felt like a flag rippling in the wind. 

As if someone had seized her hair, her head snapped backward. Facing the ceiling, she moaned as a pair of invisible hands grabbed her mouth and forced it open, stretching it wide, wide, oh, so wide. She moaned, a long, pitiful sound. 

Like a puppet whose strings had been tugged, Tsumugi rose to her feet again, legs trembling, heart pounding, her eyes full of tears. She had no idea what was going on–all she wanted was to scream for mercy. What are you doing to me? Stop! 

As if in response, her fingers crumbled into her hands, absorbed. Tsumugi couldn’t see it, but she could feel it happening, feel as her fingers collapsed and her hands started to crumple into her arms. Slipping inside them, like a pair of socks forced through a gap, they vanished entirely, while her arms rolled up and into her shoulders and vanished. She moaned in utter terror.

The spell wasn’t satisfied with merely deleting her arms, however. As it finished them off, it turned her attention to her legs, which snapped apart as if she were doing the splits. And it got worse: like a slime struck by a sword, she split in half, sliced neatly in twain, crotch to head, until her mouth performed its own bizarre mitosis, forming two distinct holes. 

Her screams, which had already been very loud, become deafening. 

Slowly, the remainders of her humanity faded. Her clothes fused with her skin, becoming little more than a layer of color, and her body crumpled as a terrible emptiness spread through her twin halves. Tsumugi could only moan as she hollowed out, reduced from a living human being to a pair of limp, empty sacks, barely capable of moving, let alone screaming. With each passing second, she shriveled a little more, till barely anything remained of her former self: finally, her mouth (or mouths) expanded, brushing aside her face and closing her eyes for good. With that, the last of her strength left her, and she collapsed, utterly inanimate, unable even to move an inch. 

Lying there on the floor of Nozomi’s bedroom, her body split in half and stripped of everything that made her human, Tsumugi could only scream and plead for someone to save her. Help me! she cried. Please, someone help me! 

As if answering her prayers, a shadowy figure loomed over her. What hope she attained was immediately destroyed, however: snatching her up, they took a step on Nozomi’s bed, spread one of Tsumugi’s halves wide open, and–

A foot–a giant, smelly, undeniably masculine foot–slammed into Tsumugi’s mouth, instantly filling her with the overwhelming taste of sweat. She screamed, struggling to gag, to spit it out, to throw up. But of course, she had no power to do anything of the sort. All she could do was suffer in silence. 

Pinching her lips, the man dragged her up his foot, forcing it all the way into her body, as deep as it would go, and leaving her mewling as it triggered all her nerves. She felt as if he’d forced it into her sex. 

Picking up her other half, he proceeded to do the same to it, making her squeal as he tugged it up his foot and released it with a snap, just another inanimate sock wrapped around his body. And the stench of it…! Oh God, she wanted to vomit. 

P-please! thought Tsumugi. Please, someone help me! 

Tsumugi! cried a familiar voice. Tsumugi! I’m here! 

N-Nozomi? Tsumugi wanted to sniffle, but the sound of her friend’s voice brought her some relief. You’re here too? Wh-where…? 

I… I’m his underwear, said Nozomi, after a moment of hesitation. 

If Tsumugi had still had a face, she would have blushed harder than ever. Wh-what can we do?! she cried. We have to warn Chika! 

I-I don’t think there’s anything we can do, said Nozomi. 

Tsumugi struggled to suppress a whimper.