Chapter 1 - Jeanne d'Arc (Ruler)
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There was a grin on his face, as he stood before the Summoning Circle, finally ready to join in the Fifth Holy Grail War. Most people would probably be terrified in this moment. Hell, most people probably would have curled up into a sobbing ball and cried in despair the moment they realized they were in the Fate Universe.
Nagito Kiza wasn't most people though. At least, he wasn't anymore. The young man had been fairly normal, six months before when he'd originally been dropped into this world by some other being. And if he'd JUST been dropped with only the clothes on his back and the knowledge in his head… he'd probably have joined the unwashed mashes in balling his eyes out over the injustice of it all.
But in truth, the injustice had come down in his favor instead. He knew it wasn't fair, he knew it wasn't at all reasonable… but with the ability he'd been given, he stood above even the greatest beings that the Fate Universe could lay claim to. He was more than a God, he was beyond even Gaia, Alaya, and that fucker Zelretch. Kiza had a simple power, but it was also an all-encompassing one, more than likely given to him by something so far beyond this universe's imagining, that it wasn't even worth contemplating.
Put bluntly, Kiza had the power of Absolute Administration over the entirety of the Universe. Yeah, it was broken. It was the most overpowered bullshit Kiza had ever seen, and he was the one living it. If he'd simply been behind a computer, playing a game that gave him this kind of strength, he would probably have grown bored with the whole thing fairly quickly, and moved onto something that offered more of a challenge.
But that was the difference between Reality and a Video Game. Games… games were limited by the human mind. They were limited by code more often than not, and no game had ever managed to fully encompass the creativity that Kiza could muster. On the other hand… with the ability to Administrate Reality, Kiza's options were endless.
There were no limits to his power, or the world around him. What he wanted to do, he could do, as simple as that. In the six months since he'd arrived, he'd had his fun. He'd messed with some people, and altered things about the story he knew. All for his own personal gratification and satisfaction. And now, with the next Holy Grail War quite literally days away, Kiza was ready to play a little bit of a game, having his fun with the characters he'd once lusted after so ardently.
But first… he had to become a Master of course. And that meant he had to summon his Servant. Staring at the Summoning Circle and the Ritual he's set up, Kiza grins and swipes down with his hand. A menu, like one found in a video game, pops up and the edges of the Summoning Circle turn green to show that he's 'interacting' with it. As expected, there are lists of every possible Servant that could come out of the Throne of Heroes, each placed in their particular category.
Kiza skips right past the usual ones, flicking Saber, Rider, Assassin, Archer and the like aside until he reaches Ruler. It's under that category that he finds the Servant HE wants. Jeanne d'Arc, the Holy Maiden Savior of France. Grinning, Kiza presses his finger down on her name, and her entire existence becomes open to him like a book… or more accurately, a character sheet.
He fiddles a bit and switches out her outfits. The young man has always preferred the Ruler-Class Servant in her white outfit, but she could only ever wear it after she'd used that damn suicide move of hers. Well, until he'd come along. Kiza had no intentions of letting Jeanne die on him, not when he could have so much fun with her.
Her outfit changed and some tweaks to her 'stats' made, Kiza finalizes the summoning and wipes away the pop up menus as the circle glows with massive magical power. A moment later, his lovely Servant is summoned, kneeling in the center of the circle, blinking as she no doubt feels the bond connecting the two of them together. Kiza can certainly feel it, and there's a wide grin across his face that speaks to that fact, even as Jeanne rises to her feet.
"I… you are my Master?"
Kiza's grin only widens further as the blonde looks between him and herself. He expects she can feel it… the power that he's given her. She's no normal Servant anymore, and to be fair, she started out as top tier to begin with. Now though… now the only ones who might be able to take her would be the likes of Gilgamesh, or Karna… perhaps Heracles, but even that would be a stretch.
"I am indeed your Master. And you are my Servant, Ruler. I decided you were my best choice for the upcoming Grail War, so I called you forth from the Throne of Heroes to serve me."
There's another pause, but Kiza is far from worried. The confidence in his tone was in no way faked. By this point, he truly is that cocky… but then, it's not arrogance if it's backed up by simple, solid facts, now is it? Regardless, Jeanne takes a long moment to process his words and the strange sensation of overwhelming might flowing through her prana-laden body. Finally though, the beautiful blonde Servant nods, her face turning solemn as she kneels before him.
"What is your bidding, Master?"
Staring down at her cute looks and her shapely body, covered in that sexy-as-hell white outfit… Kiza really can't hold back anymore. He's purposefully waited for so long to ravish one of the beauties that the Nasuverse had to offer him, and he's definitely not going to back down now.
"How about we talk about the upcoming war, alright? Come, let's sit down together."
That gets a blink from his new servant, but Jeanne does as he says nonetheless. Rising from her knees, the beautiful heroine follows him over to a nearby bench, and when he sits down on it, she moves to sit beside him. Instead, Kiza grabs her by the wrist and outright drags her into his lap, pulling her back against his chest. Her armor leaves her a little heavy, but rather than react to it, Jeanne simply shifts about a little to get comfortable, and then settles in as if sitting on her Master's lap is the most normal thing in the world.
Kiza grins at that his hands resting on her legs for a moment, even as he collects himself, and then begins to speak.
"I want to reach the Grail first, Ruler. I want to make sure nobody with bad intentions will get ahold of it. So I'm going to help you in your duty as mediator of this Grail War, alright? And at the end, what happens will happen."
If Jeanne sees anything wrong with his words or his actions, she doesn't show it. Kiza can't possibly hold himself back any longer, and his right hand comes up off her leg to slide across her chest. Through the white fabric containing her breasts, the young man finds Jeanne's nipple and takes hold of it between his index finger and thumb, rolling it back and forth.
The Ruler-Class Servant's breath hitches immediately, and she squirms in his lap, even as her body begins to react.
"That… that sounds f-fine."
The grin on his face might as well be permanent now, even as his left hand moves up under her short battle-skirt. He slides his fingers along her panties and begins to rub her pussy lips through the undergarment right then and there. At the same time, he uses his power to do something he overlooked while he was 'summoning' her, raising the Servant's sensitivity slightly so that she would feel everything he was doing just a bit more acutely.
Jeanne gasps and a light moan escapes her lips as she begins to shift back and forth, rubbing her shapely behind against his growing boner. Kiza is rock hard and throbbing at this point, but still he maintains his composure. He's going to savor this moment. If something is worth doing, it's worth doing well.
"Indeed. We'll be working very closely together, Ruler. It'll be up to us to make sure no one pulls any funny business in the upcoming war. It'll be up to you to follow my every direction to the letter, is that understood?"
Jeanne whimpers, her slit growing moist and her nipples becoming rock hard beneath the thin white fabric that holds her breasts back. But beyond her body's reactions, it's clear that the Ruler-Class Servant doesn't actually understand what's happening. She literally can't comprehend that he's molesting her, because Kiza isn't allowing her to. Instead, Jeanne thinks they're just talking, even as she sits in his lap and he touches her to his heart's content.
"Y-Yes Master. It is my duty as Ruler to mediate the Holy Grail War… but it is also my duty as your Servant to, mm, t-to obey your commands. I am glad that our g-goals are… aligned in this matter."
A dark chuckle leaves Kiza's throat, even as he finally begins to escalate beyond just heavy petting. Growing bolder still, the young man outright pulls Jeanne's white top out from under her breastplate-corset. With the cloth barely managing to cover her breasts, he wastes no time in sliding his hand up under them to grope them outright, his fingers digging into her soft, sizable mammaries one by one, his palm rubbing back and forth against her hard-as-diamond nipples.
"So am I Jeanne. So am I."
That causes the Servant to pause, and Kiza grins as she realizes what he's just said.
"You… you know who I am then?"
Kiza nods, even as he finally pushes her drenched panties aside. She's dripping wet by the time he puts his fingers inside of her cunt, slowly sliding the digits back and forth along her inner passage, delighting in finding all the little places inside of the unaware woman that cause her breath to hitch.
"Of course I know who you are. Jeanne d'Arc, Holy Maiden of Orleans. I wouldn't summon just any old Ruler you know."
For the first time, Jeanne's blush is something she's aware of, as her new Master embarrasses her with his compliments and his praise of her. What she's not aware of is the way her body is reacting to his pistoning fingers, a moan leaving her throat and her hips bucking up towards him, even as he thrusts his digits in and out of her again and again.
"That… I see… I'm n-not worthy of your praise, M-Master. I was… I was but a simple g-girl. A f-foolish girl."
Kiza scoffs openly at that, even as he continues to molest his lovely, shapely Servant without her knowledge. He can tell that she's getting closer and closer to her first orgasm with every passing moment, and he begins to add to her pleasure with his power, so that when the release finally comes, it'll be the most intense climax she's ever unknowingly experienced.
"Now, now. Don't you sell yourself short. I know how useful you'll be to me in the coming war my dear Ruler. Together, we're going to do great things."
Jeanne simply grows more embarrassed by his comments, while Kiza aims to finally bring her to that powerful, explosive climax. Before Jeanne can do more than open her mouth in response, the orgasm hits her and whatever she might have said is lost as the next several seconds are filled with loud, feminine cries as Jeanne experiences an extremely powerful climax right then and there from nothing but his hands. Her entire body arches backwards, her head tilting up and back over his left shoulder as her eyes roll back in her skull and her tongue hangs out of her mouth.
Her pussy gushes with juices, squirting them out at high volume from around his suddenly messy fingers. Jeanne d'Arc cums like a complete and utter whore, and she's not even conscious of it, her first orgasm of this new life happening outside of her awareness. When the release finally comes to an end, she straightens back up and pants breathlessly, feeling unaccountably worn out.
"Are you okay Jeanne?"
The blonde blinks dumbly at that, her brow furrowed in confusion as she considers the question.
"Everything… everything is fine. I'm fine."
Kiza can almost see the Servant shrugging off the strange sensations, thanks to his warping of her perceptions. In her eyes, they're still just talking, still discussing the Grail War. She has no idea that he just fingered and groped her to an overwhelmingly powerful orgasm. She has no idea that she just looked like an utter whore from nothing more than his exploratory fingers.
But he does, and at this point, the young man just wants more. He NEEDS more. Grinning ferally, Kiza reaches under Jeanne, lifting her up rather easily with his hidden strength. Holding her against his chest with one arm around his waist, Kiza slips the other hand to his pants, unzipping them and pulling them down until he can extract his massive cock from his boxers.
Of course his dick is bigger than average. It's FAR bigger than average, given his power. When you have the ability to administrate the universe, you don't walk around with a tiny dick, or even a normal-sized dick. When there's nothing common about you, you make sure that there's NOTHING common about you.
It's a little unfortunate that Jeanne can't see his giant member, even as he guides his thick, bulbous cockhead to her pussy lips. But there's just something so very amusing about fucking the blonde Ruler while she's completely and utterly unaware of it. As he fits himself into the entrance of her cunt, causing her slit to stretch around his dick tip, Kiza can't help but get her talking again.
"So then, where do you think we should start, Jeanne?"
"I… I confess, I do not know Master. As a Ruler-Class Servant, I am not supposed to even have a Master… not that I am not grateful to be called forth by you, of course. I-Aahhh!!!"
Unable to help himself, Kiza cuts Jeanne off in the middle of her little spiel. With his cockhead lodged inside of her and his hands on her waist, pulling the blonde down onto his member as harshly as he can is child's play. The poor blonde woman's eyes cross and she moans loudly once more, even as her tongue falls back out of her mouth.
Kiza begins to outright bounce the beautiful Servant up and down on his dick, even as Jeanne tries… and fails to properly form words so she can continue to answer his question.
"I… am… ahhh, a-at, mmm, y-your service… M-Master. Y-you, hah… hah…"
His huge dick is outright smacking against her cervix now, and with only a few more bounces, Kiza is able to pierce right into her womb. Only then is he able to fully bury his entire shaft inside of Jeanne d'Arc's cunt, truly impaling the confused, slightly distraught Servant on his length time and time again. The moans have completely replaced any sort of intelligible speech for Jeanne, and a haze of pleasure has settled over her mind that makes it all but impossible to think.
Even then, even in that moment where she can't string two words together, Jeanne is unable to properly connect the dots. After all, they're 'just talking' still in her view. There's nothing wrong with anything that's happening as far as she's aware. But then that's the point. The blonde is completely unaware of reality, unaware of the huge, massive schlong pounding up into her womb time and time again.
Kiza's thick, bulbous cockhead stretches the Servant's womb like a condom, and her belly bulges and distends from the sheer size of his member and the force with which he's impaling her over and over on it. Jeanne promptly loses it as her stomach distends and her womb stretches, her eyes rolling back in her head once more and orgasm after orgasm wracking her sturdy, shapely frame.
There are no more words from the Ruler-Class Servant. Instead, there's nothing but a long, continuous moan coming out of her throat through her ever-open mouth. Her tongue hangs from between her lips, and her body convulses as she flails about in his grasp. Of course, Kiza was ready for that. He's made himself more than strong enough to keep her still, to keep her impaled on his dick. Even strong enough to continue to bounce her up and down on his member with only a single hand, while the other reaches out to finally pull the white cloth off of her tits completely, freeing the impressive mammaries from their confines.
A single thought later, and there's a floor-length mirror in front of them both, allowing Kiza to watch Jeanne as she's utterly fucked senseless by his cock. Her ahegao'd face and her bouncing, jiggling tits, and the massive bulge beneath her clothing created by his cock… all of it is absolutely delicious, and Kiza's grin is wide and gleeful as he gropes and kneads her naked tits with both hands now, using only the force of his upward hip-thrusts to continue fucking her just as hard as before.
Finally though, after the poor Servant orgasms more times than even he can count, Kiza decides it's time to bring things to a close. He's in complete and utter control of the encounter… just as he's in complete and utter control of everything else in this universe as well. As such, it's the work of half a moment for Kiza to trigger his own release. He cums right then and there, and his seed pumps up into Jeanne's womb.
It doesn't stop either, a truly massive load of white, hot cum hosing from his giant pecker into her body. The resulting continuous orgasm that Jeanne experiences from the sensation produces a mixture of a moan and a wail from the blonde's throat, even as she shakes and spasms and seizes up from the experience.
Her stomach stretches as her womb is quite literally stuffed to the brim and then some with an unnatural amount of male ejaculate. Kiza watches through the mirror as he fills his fucked-silly servant with his seed, and he doesn't stop until she looks nine-months pregnant beneath her pretty white outfit. Only then does he bring his orgasm to an end, staring at the delicious, beautiful sight he's created.
Jeanne finally calms down as well, her spasming and shaking coming to an end as she just sits on his cock, resting in his lap. Her head lulls back across his shoulder, but as Kiza looks down at the slutty ahegao face of his beautiful blonde Servant, he can see her lashes fluttering, and her eyes rolling around a bit. She's not quite yet unconscious… she's still managing to stay awake, enduring the onslaught of pleasure and sensation that she can't even perceive, the poor girl.
Chuckling darkly, Kiza pushes Jeanne off of his cock right then and there, letting the cum-stuffed girl fall from his member and onto the floor.
"I suppose if we've run out of things to talk about, it's time for us to get going. Mm, I suppose I should call you Ruler out in public from now on, just in case any other Masters try to take advantage. Come along Ruler, let's be on our way."
Despite the metric fuck-ton of seed he'd pumped into her womb, not a single drop is actually leaving Jeanne's cunt. Another abuse of his all-encompassing power, of course. He'd decided that leaving messes all over the place just wouldn't be right. Waste not, want not, as the saying went. So, Kiza had ultimately made it so that HIS cum would stay inside of the girls that he pumped full of it. It wouldn't stop him from facializing a few bitches if he so chose, but it would allow him to watch his lovely sluts walk around with massive, cum-filled bellies. He did so love to 'mark' his territory, heh.
Of course, he'd also gone ahead and altered things a bit further, so that his cum would eventually be naturally absorbed into each woman's womb as well. Jeanne would be back to her normal shapely, toned self in no time at all, but for now he was going to enjoy the view and the results of his conquest for as long as it lasted.
Slowly but surely, Jeanne d'Arc gets back to her feet, her legs shaking and her entire body wobbling as she tries to keep her balance. It's clear from the look on Jeanne's face that she truly doesn't understand why she feels so damn exhausted, and so off-balance. The blonde frowns and furrows her brow in abject confusion, but she just can't figure it out. He won't let her figure it out, not when he can have so much more fun with her like this, rather than by breaking her fully right off the bat.
Grinning, Kiza tucks his dick back into his pants and pulls the Ruler-Class Servant's arm over his shoulder to help her walk. This also allows him to wrap his own arm around her waist, groping her opposite breast quite easily and with great amusement and enjoyment. Jeanne doesn't comment… of course she doesn't, but then she also doesn't say anything after that, her eyes glazed over and her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
The girl is struggling to process everything that's been done to her… but that's quite hard when her entire reality is decided by Kiza and Kiza alone. Not to mention, the constant, steady bombardment of pleasure that the slow absorption of his seed is sending her way. Eventually, it all gets to be too much and Jeanne stumbles, even with his support, her legs giving out on her.
Kiza doesn't mind overly much though. Instead, he simply scoops her up into his arms, carrying the fucked-silly Servant bridal style as he heads off towards Emiya Residence. That's where his plans for this Grail War take him next, and he can hardly way to get there. Even still, even though he COULD take shortcuts and just get there in a single moment, Kiza decides to take the long way around… after all, having fun with Jeanne on the way more than makes up for the walk.
Looking at his Servant's delirious expression, Kiza can't help but chuckle and smirk as he considers another 'small' change he's made with his power. Jeanne d'Arc has no idea that he molested her and fucked her. Kiza has no intention of letting her find out any time soon either. But every time his cock goes into her… or any woman for that matter, it's mere presence inside of their cunts will slowly corrupt their minds.
It will take time, and Kiza intends to enjoy the slow degradation of the female characters he ends up fucking, but eventually every last woman he fucks, be they Servant or Master, young or old, will slowly become attracted to him and him alone. They will lose all sense of self-purpose and their desire to please him, to make him happy, will slowly overwhelm their own goals and plans. Eventually, they will feel nothing but devotion and adoration for him, and their obedience will be absolute.
It's a slow burn, to be sure. Kiza could easily force all of that immediately. He won't though, because this is HIS universe now, HIS reality. The world is his oyster, as someone wise had once said. He's sure that person didn't exactly mean it in the way he does though. He's going to have quite a lot of fun with this universe, and it all starts with Jeanne. But it most definitely doesn't end with her. The seed he's planted in the Ruler-Class Servant will grow and grow, until eventually she's nothing more than his pet.
She will be the first… but most certainly not the last.
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Chapter 2 - Illysaviel von Einzbern (Matured)
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Humming quietly to himself, Kiza keeps a rather wide, wicked grin on his face as he walks down the street towards his ultimate destination. He's no longer having to offer a shoulder to his darling Servant to lean on anymore. Now, Jeanne is finally capable of walking all on her own. They're still moving rather slowly though, at a more leisurely pace than Kiza would ever usually decide to use on his own.
That's mostly because Jeanne is having to take baby steps as small moans escape from between her lips with every single movement she makes. Her stomach, still extremely bloated, wobbles and sends bursts of pleasure up through her body each and every time she puts one foot in front of the other. Side-eyeing her, Kiza's smile grows a little wider, as he takes in the sight of Jeanne d'Arc, reduced to this.
Her mind is obviously still hazy, judging by the glazed over look in her eyes, the red, flushed nature of her face, and the way her lips are parted as she slowly, carefully breathes in and out. It's certainly a beautiful look for Servant Ruler. Jeanne pants heavily, her chest heaving up and down as she walks, and then, much to his surprise, she actually asks a question. He's a little impressed, if he's being honest. To talk in her state is… well, it speaks to her willpower, after all he's done to her.
"Where… where are we going?"
That was a decent question, and it was no skin off his back if he told her. Kiza was even inclined to let her know, especially after she'd shown such inner strength. He opens his mouth to do exactly that, but before he can give an answer, his eyes alight on someone else walking down the road in their direction. The woman who catches Kiza's eye would probably not have been relevant to his interests as anything more than another beautiful broad… if it weren't for his powers.
Only because of his abilities, only because HE'D been the one who had made the changes in the first place, does Nagito Kiza recognize the pretty young woman walking their way as Illyasviel von Einzbern, a Master in the upcoming Grail War. She looked absolutely nothing like she did in canon. No, Kiza had… made some changes, in preparation for the war. The new Illysaviel was a matured young woman, with curves to die for. Quite a bit of junk in her trunk, and a fair amount of heft in her chest.
… Kiza was a boob guy, sue him. Or better yet, don't and he won't erase you from HIS world. Holding back the urge to cackle, Kiza still lets his wide, wicked grin spread even further across his face as he stops and stares at the approaching white-haired young woman. Illya's breasts are clearly not very well contained by whatever bra she's wearing, because they bounce and jiggle noticeably with every single step she takes as she walks towards him.
For whatever reason, Illya's Servant is not with her. It's possible she'd sent the one he chose for her off somewhere, Kiza isn't actually keeping tabs on EVERYTHING at this point, mostly so he can enjoy things as they happen naturally, albeit influenced by his artificial changes. He hadn't even prompted Illya to meet them here on the road to the Emiya Household. This was a completely natural encounter… that didn't mean Kiza wasn't going to have his fun though.
The exact moment that Illyasviel notices Jeanne's status as a Servant is obvious in the way the white-haired girl's eyes widen ever so slightly. She can't actually see Jeanne's current state though of course, thanks to the reality filter that Kiza had put over the poor cum-stuffed woman. All Illya would see was a slightly tired-looking Jeanne, which was just the way he liked it. Otherwise, the girl would probably have already turned and run the other way at the perverse, depraved sight of his Servant looked so bloated and well-fucked.
As it is, Illya is already looking a bit flighty, when Kiza preempts her by smiling and calling out, even as he waves a hand casually in her direction.
"Ho there! If it isn't Illyasviel von Einzbern… I have to wonder what a Master is doing out and about without her Servant!"
The white-haired girl stiffens, and stops dead in her tracks, her sizable breasts jiggling one last time at the sudden cessation of motion. It's clear that she realizes in that moment both who he is, and that the window of escape from him and his Servant has disappeared. Kiza's smile becomes just a bit more shark-like as he takes the moment to look the matured young woman up and down. Taking care of her lifespan issues and her body's inability to mature had been rather simple with his powers… and so far, the results of that decision were quite delectable to his eyes.
"You… who are you? What do you want?"
Dialing back the shark grin into a mild smirk, Kiza gesticulates with one hand while the other remains tucked in his pocket.
"Nothing nefarious, like you're probably imagining. My Servant and I aren't in this to win the Grail War or to wish upon the Grail itself. I would love the chance to prove my good will to you though, Illyasviel. Even if I was aiming to win the wish from the Grail, I would never attack a Master without a Servant. That would be quite uncouth."
Illya seems surprised, even as Kiza steps forward, entering her personal space with a new smile, one that's calm and pleasant, on his face.
"Illya… do you need help getting home?"
A light blush spreads across the white-haired girl's features, while Kiza reaches out and unbuttons her blouse right then and there. To his surprise, her huge tits come bursting free of the garment, and after a moment the young man has to hold back a laugh, as he'd forgotten that he'd made this change as well. When he'd altered Illyasviel von Einzbern into the coed-aged beauty standing before him now, there'd been an option to decide if she wore a bra or not, since the original Illya hadn't needed to.
He'd left the bra option unticked in the menu, and now here she was in her wonderfully matured form, foregoing the use of bras entirely. No wonder her breasts had bounced and jiggled so much as she'd approached them. Grinning quite ferally, Kiza reaches out and grabs hold of Illya's fat jugs right then and there, groping and kneading them, even as Illya answers his question.
"N-No… I'll… I'll be alright. If you know who I am… then I think I deserve the right to know who you are, stranger."
Her light blush has transformed into a full-on flush now as he continues to molest her exposed tits. They're only inches apart, but from the perspective of both her and Jeanne, he's standing a couple feet away, appearing completely unconfrontational as he spoke to her with a calm, kind tone.
"My name is Kiza, as it so happens. Nagito Kiza. A pleasure to meet you, Illya."
His use of the shortened version of her first name goes unremarked, though her blush does grow a bit redder and spreads down her neck and onto the top of her chest. As he watches her, Kiza decides he's not about to just let this chance at some fun walk away. Not after she'd all but fallen into his lap.
"Mm, you know… I wouldn't be a very good person if I let such a beautiful young lady wander these streets alone. I'll walk you home, Illyasviel."
Her blush grows deeper still at the compliment, all while panting from the sexual assault he's committing on her person. She nods shyly, unable to do anything else because he formulated it as a statement rather than a question. Hook, line and sinker. Chuckling darkly, Kiza can almost see the budding admiration for him in Illya's eyes, even as he lifts her skirt up and grabs hold of her panties. Hooking his fingers into the soft, silken underwear, he rips harshly, tearing the lovelies away from her body and exposing her moistening cunt just the same as he'd done with her chest.
"In fact… just to make sure that you definitely get home safely, I'll be carrying you all the way."
Once again, it's a statement. So even though Illyasviel blushes so hard that the red travels all the way down across her breasts as he continues to maul them with one hand, in the end the white-haired young woman can only offer one reply.
"A-Alright…"
Kiza's answering grin is wide and wicked, even as he glances back at Jeanne. She's not quite able to comprehend when Kiza is doing… but she's still watching him molest the young white-haired girl. The seed of corruption planted in the blonde Servant's soul by his brutal, rough fucking of her makes her all the more aroused at the sight, as she watches him molest Illya to his heart's content. Kiza in turn watches as Jeanne unconsciously manifests her battle standard, placing it between her legs and humping at it without even really noticing what she's doing.
The corruption spreads all the further as she contemplates what a good person he is, how 'honorable and 'kind' he is as he 'talks' to Illya. Moans leave the blonde's throat more and more as her actions cause her bloated stomach to wobble, bringing even more pleasure to her half-broken mind. Her eyelashes flutter as she gets close to another orgasm right then and there.
As she masturbates, Kiza turns his attention back to Illya. Both girls are still completely unable to comprehend the reality of what's going on with them. Jeanne and Illya each see the world as them just standing there, feeling rather strange, but a good type of strange as they chat with Kiza. Smirking, the young man reaches out and lifts Illya up with his inhuman strength. It's easy enough to wrap her legs around his waist, positioning her right where he needs her before finally unzipping his pants.
His cock drives up into her virgin pussy in one smooth move, even as she tries to thank him for being such a nice, kind boy. The words die in her throat, replaced by an incredibly loud wail of pleasure as he sinks deep into her cunt right then and there. A follow up moan tears its way out of her throat, and a second later her eyes roll up in her head as she cums on the spot. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth and Kiza takes the moment to lick at it with his own, smashing his lips against her lips.
He makes out with her for just a few moments, and then he pulls back, holding her by her big, fat bubble butt, even as he grins savagely at the confusion in her eyes and the pleasured look on her panting face. Her exposed tits heave between the two of them, and her pussy walls clench down around his cock harder and harder as they try to adjust to his intrusion inside of her.
"Are you alright Illya? Is this position comfortable?"
In her version of reality, he has her in his arms, carrying her much like a child as she wraps her legs around his waist. It's a rather embarrassing position, but also sort of nice, in Illya's warped perspective. She slides her arms around his neck as well for better leverage, even as she pants and mewls and moans in his grasp. Ah, but he did ask her a question, and its only right that she answer him… only polite, yes?
"I'm… I'm f-fine… thank you Kiza."
Kiza grins all the wider at Illya's mumbled answer, and then he begins to walk, making a beeline towards the Emiya Residence. It wasn't like he ever had any intentions to bring Illya to her true home in the first place. They would be visiting the Einzbern Castle sat on the edge of Fuyuki City eventually, but for now, he had other plans.
Jeanne follows after the duo, though she moves just as slowly as he does, what with the pole of her battle standard now firmly lodged between her pussy lips. Kiza has most of his attention on Illya though, especially with every step causing her to bounce on his cock, which in turn causes his length to drive up into her to the maximum depth all over again, slamming through the entrance of her cervix easily.
With her arms wrapped around his neck, its easy for Kiza to bury his head in her massive tits, his tongue swirling over her soft, pale flesh until eventually he finds one of her nipples, suckling on it with his mouth. Moving slowly like this might be a bit of a chore to someone else, but for Kiza, he's having the time of his life with the tight, young cunt that's currently stretched out over his dick. Illya is certainly enjoying it too, if her ahegao'd face and her nonstop moaning is any indication.
With her pussy lips stretched out obscenely wide and without the Servant-level toughness and endurance to withstand each thrust, the pleasure of being walk-fucked on Kiza's cock is slowly chipping away at Illya's mind. Kiza doesn't bother trying to exchange small talk anymore. All he cares about at this point is enjoying every last step of the way as he continues on towards the ultimate destination, the Emiya household.
Poor Illya just can't understand why she's feeling what she's feeling. She's not allowed to notice anything out of the ordinary because of Kiza's powers, and because of the filter drawn over her senses. The reality of what's happening to her is not something Illya is capable of comprehending at this point. As far as she can tell, she's simply being held in Kiza's arms, chatting to him as they go, gaining more and more of an appreciation for the handsome young gentleman.
But then, that's not what's really happening at all. They aren't even talking at this point, with Illya's eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue hanging out of her skull. Kiza continues to suckle at her teats, one after the other, luxuriating in the taste of her massive mammaries. It was definitely a good decision, making her into a buxom babe rather than her old, immature self.
His hands are under her, gripping at her fat ass beneath her skirt. Without her panties on, he's able to dig his digits right into her pale bubble butt, and that's exactly what Kiza does as Illya bounces up and down on his cock time and time again. Orgasm after orgasm wracks the white-haired girl's body, leaving her a mewling, drooling mess even as her pussy juices coat his shaft time and time again.
Her inner walls continuously clench down around his cock, each and every time it slams up into her womb. His cockhead goes right past her cervix time and time again, filling her and stretching her womb out like a condom over his mammoth-sized prick. In truth, Kiza is having the time of his life. Walking along down the road, slipping by any passerby they run into along the way, driving his dick into her over and over again.
Every shift seems to be sending the young woman through another orgasm at this point. Every step he takes causes her eyes to roll around in her head all over again, a throaty cry of pleasure exploding from her mouth. Behind them, Jeanne continues to grind her dripping, sopping wet pussy lips along her battle standard, happily so even, though at the same time she has no idea she's even doing it.
That, in the end, is the true strength of Kiza's power. The world itself bends to his will as he commands it, and he can have whatever fun he wants, without anyone being any the wiser. Of course, with unlimited power, he doesn't HAVE to do things this way. He could have made Jeanne fall MADLY in love with him the moment he summoned her. He could have made it so laying eyes on him would cause ANY women to fall madly in love with him.
But that wasn't Kiza's style. That wasn't the kind of depravity, the kind of fun he was interested in. Power corrupts, as the old saying goes… and absolute power corrupted absolutely. Kiza knew he wasn't a good guy. He knew he was corrupted, that his ability to control everything made this world, this place he'd always known to be a fictional reality, less than real for him.
He wasn't playing around with real, living people… he was playing with dolls, with toys who thought they were alive, who thought they were independent. They weren't. Kiza was their God, more than that, he was their Administrator. He was beyond all of them, so far beyond it wasn't even funny. Each and every person in this universe was HIS plaything… and in the end, it was up to him to decide how he wanted to play with them.
So yes, he didn't simply make the female characters he'd read so much about in his previous world fall in love with him on sight. That would have been slightly boring. Instead, taking some tips from the numerous hentai doujins he'd read, Kiza had gone for a world where no one knew what he was really doing. Fucking girls when they didn't know it, pleasuring them until they were completely insensate, despite them in turn thinking they were holding a nice, casual conversation with him… oh yes, that was the kind of thing Kiza could get erect for.
Illyasviel von Einzbern is slowly losing her sanity, bouncing up and down on his dick as she is. They're not too far from the Emiya House now, from what Kiza can tell of their surroundings. They're still moving slow though, all three of them. Jeanne has cum from masturbating on her battle standard more times than he can count, and Illya has cum from his cock driving deep into her womb just as much.
The pleasure is endless for the pair of unsuspecting, unaware girls. Neither comprehends what's happening, and neither knows just who he is and what he's capable of. Such is Kiza's decree, such is HIS reality. Illya's trying to speak at this point, even now. Whether she thinks in what remains of her rational mind that she's carrying on a conversation with him or something, Kiza doesn't truly care. Her mumbles, her mewling, her whimpering and whining… it's all music to his ears. Just as her cries and her moans are, whenever he steps forward and once again drives his cock deep inside of her cunt, piercing her womb with each.
His massive shaft has thoroughly stretched the white-haired young woman's cunt out. Her pussy lips are gaping, or would be if there wasn't something massive stuffed between them. As it is, Illya's eyes are perpetually rolled back in her head, and her tongue is simply hanging out of her mouth now. They draw closer and closer to the Emiya Residence with every step, and Illya loses more and more of herself along the way.
Kiza grows a bit tired of her tits. He pulls his head up from her nipple eventually, and looking at her ahegao'd face, the young man can't quite help attacking it. Lancing forward as he takes another step, Kiza smashes his lips against Illya's again. He forces his tongue into the buxom, voluptuous young woman's mouth and right down her throat as well, dominating her face-hole in the same way he's dominating the rest of her body.
The white-haired girl's attempts at talking are abruptly silenced by the act, but beyond that she doesn't truly react to what he's doing. Ultimately, her tongue slides out of the way of his, and her lips don't press back against his lips. She's somewhat like a doll by this point, though her limbs are still wrapped around his body, at the very least.
Her arms cling to his neck and her legs clutch at his waist as every step causes her fat ass to bounce, every movement slides his cock out and then back into her cunt. There's still moans and cries of pleasure from her throat, but the majority of that is now muffled as he kisses her heatedly, enjoying every last moment of the girl's complete lack of resistance.
Illyasviel von Einzbern is his now, even if she doesn't know it yet. The white-haired girl belongs to him just as much as Jeanne d'Arc, Servant Ruler of the Fifth Holy Grail War, belongs to him. Both will eventually be completely under his spell, just as even now, they both lay under his control. It'll certainly be fun, watching them and the many others he plans on corrupting, slowly become his happy, slutty, willing slaves.
The Emiya residence finally comes into view, and Kiza's grin widens once more as he takes in the sight of it. Illya is an absolute mess by this point, but while her sanity is almost broken, it's not entirely gone as he pulls back and notices her lips still trying to move as the girl attempts to carry on their 'talk'. Kiza walks up to the door of the home with Illya still bouncing up and down on his cock every step of the way.
Behind him, his lovely Jeanne staggers, barely able to stand from the numerous orgasms she's unconsciously given herself over the last half hour or so. The Servant pants and moans, unable to properly comprehend why she feels so worn down, so tired. Her Master ignores her though, in favor of reaching past the girl impaled on his dick, so he can knock on the Emiya household's front door.
As the door opens, Kiza plasters a wide, pleasant smile on his face, making eye contact with the person on the other side.
"Good evening. I'm Nagito Kiza. It's a pleasure to meet you."
In the same moment, he transfers his hands from Illya's ass to her waist… and then he holds her instead as he finally begins to cum. His seed pumps into the voluptuous white-haired Einzbern, even as her eyes go wide and roll back in her head one last time. The scream of pleasure that tears its way out of her throat is loud enough to be heard across the neighborhood, and her arms finally give up their battle with the exhaustion setting into every inch of her body. Illya releases her hold on Kiza's neck and falls backwards, her back arching. He refuses to let go of her of course, resulting in her hanging half-upside down as he fills her womb with more and more of his cum.
Illyasviel von Einzbern's stomach inflates as she orgasms again and again and again. She screams nonstop, convulsing on his cock even as his seed outright stretches her to the brink… and then right past it. Kiza's timely adjustments make it so the poor young woman doesn't outright burst at the seams, all while her belly grows to the size of a beach ball from the sheer amount of seed he's packing up into her womb.
The white-haired girl's sanity cracks even more, but not past the point of no return. Instead, she simply passes out, rather than truly breaking for good. A final moan leaves her throat, and then she slumps in Kiza's grasp, completely and utterly unconscious. He lets her slip off his cock a moment later, not looking down at her as Illya falls to the ground in a ragdoll-esque position.
Behind him, Jeanne finally falls to her knees as she too orgasms one final time. Her legs, turned to jelly by the constant orgasms, the masturbation, and the walk over here, give up on her and she just stays where she is as she pants heavily, her chest heaving up and down and a glazed look spread across her red, blushing face. Her tongue hangs out slightly, and drool slips from the sides of her mouth, all while her battle standard, slick and wet from her pussy juices coating every last inch of, clatters to the ground between her legs.
Kiza doesn't bother looking back at her either. No, at this point the young man has eyes for one person and one person only. The one who still stands even now in the doorway of the Emiya House. His pleasant smile morphs into a wide, wicked grin as he regards the person who answered the door. His anticipation, and his desire… only grow further.
This? This is going to be fun~
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Chapter 3 - Sakura Matou
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"T-Truly?"
Kiza grins at the desperate hope inherent in that single word. He sits at the dining room table in the Emiya Home, lounging back in his chair quite casually. Nearby, Illya is laid out on the floor, unconscious, her massive stomach still bloated with his cum. Slowly but surely, his seed is being absorbed into her body, starting the corruptive effects he'd imbued it with.
Her passed out form isn't quite able to tip over the edge from the pleasure coursing through her, but she's still moaning, even in her sleep, and her pussy is visibly soaking wet and leaking as she lays there like she's nothing more than a cum-stuffed slut. In a way, that's exactly what she is, now that she's fallen into Kiza's hands.
To his left sits Jeanne. The Ruler-Class Servant isn't doing much better than Illya, though she's at least still conscious and technically aware of her surroundings. Seated as she is, her bloated stomach presses down into her lap, causing her to moan and groan with every shift of her body, the sensations and the feel of her also absorbing his corruptive cum into her leaving her just on the edge as well. She hasn't been a very active participant in the conversation he's been having, but that's perfectly fine by him. The majority of Kiza's attention is focused solely on the young woman seated across from him.
Sakura Matou looks at him with wide eyes filled with desire. Then, she looks back down at the item he's place on the table before her. Kiza had just finished telling her all about the collar. How it was a Mystic Code that would heal her and fix her. The cowbell attached to it clearly gave the purple-haired girl some pause, but that didn't stop her from wanting it to be true.
"Of course, my dear. You can trust me."
Sakura's slight wariness and confusion clears up just like that. He'd invited himself into the Emiya Household by simply telling her he was a friend, and she'd immediately believed him, thanks to his powers. Now though, he'd gone a step further. Friends could lie to you. Friends could betray you. Friends could be deceitful. In Sakura's eyes, Kiza could no longer do or be anything negative.
After all, with four simple words he'd made it so she would trust him implicitly, no matter what happened. With this kind of power, he could tell her that killing herself was a wonderful idea, and she would more than likely start an earnest conversation about what the best way to end it all would be. Luckily for Sakura, Kiza wasn't the kind of Omnipotent Asshole who would do something like that.
No, he was just the kind of Omnipotent Asshole who would utilize his powers to make it seem like she chose this path for herself. Sakura looks longingly at the cowbell collar, her tongue unconsciously slipping out from between her lips to lick at them.
"I k-know I can trust you Kiza… we're friends after all. B-But you're sure? You're sure this will heal me? What will… I'm afraid of how Grandfather will react. I-if I take up your offer, he'll just throw me back into the p-pit…"
It was a reasonable fear. Zouken Matou was the definition of Evil Incarnate, as far as Kiza knew. Though, he might just have the man beat, but that was more because he had the sheer power to do whatever he wanted… and the lack of morals to play around with the fictional world he'd ended up in. Grinning, Kiza leans forward, holding Sakura's gaze with his own, staring deep into her violet eyes.
"Zouken is nothing to worry about. This Mystic Code will do more than cure you. It'll make you completely incompatible with his worms. They'll die on contact. Besides, you trust me to protect you if the worst comes to pass. Don't you?"
Of course, she did. He'd just made it fact. Sakura smiles and this time it's a lot less hesitant, a lot less concerned, even as she reaches out and takes hold of the cowbell collar sitting on the table before them. Kiza watches with great interest as she sweeps her hair out of the way and straps the leather collar around her neck.
He could have forced this on her oh so easily… but there was something delicious about watching her do it to herself. Within moments, he can tell she's feeling the change. Her eyes go wide, and her entire countenance lights up with pure joy as the worms inside of her die right then and there. Her eyes then proceed to light up, quite literally in fact, glowing slightly as the shard of the Grail that Zouken had implanted in her assimilates into her soul and becomes a true part of her.
Sakura doesn't notice that bit. She does know enough about what's been done to her, about her own soul, to understand just why she feels so damn good, so very, very STRONG. Giggling giddily, Sakura leaps out of her chair and is halfway around the table before Kiza rises. She slams into his chest and he lets out an amused 'oof' as he catches her, wrapping his arms around her nubile young body for a moment, even as she rubs her face against his chest.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you…"
There are tears in her eyes, but Kiza knows they're tears of joy. Chuckling, the young man pats Sakura's back and then pulls away.
"Of course. What are friends for? How about you go into the kitchen and cook something for us all to eat, alright? I think I and my companions are positively famished after the tiring walk over here."
Sakura's eyes flicker to Jeanne and Illya and Kiza is amused to see the sudden jealousy and territorial urges in her face, even as she glowers at the both of them. He hasn't even done anything to make her feel romantic feelings towards him yet, but they're already forming thanks to the way he's saved her and healed her.
Still, even Sakura can't see the things inherently wrong with the situation. The fact that Illya and Jeanne are stuffed with his cum and panting and moaning like wanton whores doesn't register in Sakura's mind anymore than it registers in THEIR minds. With Kiza being the one who suggested it, Sakura happily nods along with his idea.
"Yes! I'll get to work right away!"
The purple-haired girl rushes into the kitchen with her cowbell ringing as it bounces up and down across the top of her chest. Kiza watches her go with some amusement, before heading into the Emiya Home's living room with Jeanne following behind, tottering as she moves her bloated belly. He and the Ruler-class Servant settle down to watch television… or at least, they settle down to give off the appearance of watching television.
To be fair, Jeanne actually is watching whatever's on when Kiza turns on the TV, in between moaning and groaning and mewling with pleasure. Kiza meanwhile, creates a screen in the air that only he can see, a window into the kitchen that allows him to get a nice bird's eye view of Sakura as she bustles about, preparing to make them food.
It's just about time for the second function of her new fashion accessory to kick in after all…
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Completely unaware that her Good Friend Kiza is watching her in that moment, Sakura lets out a startled gasp when she feels the first strange change. The girl leans against the counter for a moment and groans slightly, as a strangely pleasurable sensation prickles in her forehead. Every bit of the subsequent transformation will be pleasurable… and Sakura is going to be aware that ALL of it is happening.
What she's not quite able to connect it to is the collar or to Kiza. All she knows is that something's happening to her, and she feels an overwhelming sense of embarrassment that refuses to let her go to Kiza for help so shortly after he saved her. Reaching up slowly, Sakura runs her fingers through her hair and gasps with shock as she touches the horn nubs now protruding from just under her purple locks on either side of her head. What? What's happening to her?!
The pleasure is building, for some reason. She can't stop herself, her arousal growing and growing until suddenly, she's hit with a powerful orgasm that causes her entire body to shake and spasm. After a moment however, she realizes it's not the same sort of shaking and spasming as a normal oh-so-satisfying climax.
No, her body is shifting around, moving, growing. Sakura gasps as she tries to focus on the task at hand. She has to… she has to make food for Kiza and his companions. Its only right that she feed her guests, r-right? Even if she is technically a guest here as well, her sempai had entrusted her with watching over the house. She couldn't let sempai down, she just COULDN'T!
But it was becoming harder and harder to direct her attention towards food prep. Even as she cuts some veggies up and boils some water, Sakura feels the pleasure building towards another orgasm. She steps away from the counter and presses back against the kitchen island as the second orgasm hits her, and the next thing Sakura knows, her ears are changing on her, shifting. More than that, her butt is pressed up against the edge of the counter, and when she looks back she realizes just how much taller she's gotten in a short amount of time.
Reaching up, yet again, Sakura whimpers as she feels at her ears. They're furred and no longer at all shaped like a human's. They're cow ears, though Sakura can't see them, so she doesn't immediately know that. Her horns have grown from nubs to a bit longer as well, though they eventually cap out at a fairly small size.
On top of that, she's no longer simply growing UP like a beanstalk. Slowly but surely, as the pleasure builds for a third time, Sakura's chest and ass and hips are all expanding. The purple-haired girl wants none of this. She doesn't touch herself, she doesn't masturbate or anything like that. But the stimulation as her clothes get tight around her increasingly sensitive breasts and her panties dig up into her pussy as her ass stretches them out… well, that's enough to bring her to a third orgasm right then and there.
"Oh god, oh god. What… what's h-happening to me? I don't… moo… moooooo!!!"
Sakura immediately places her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. She hadn't meant for that to happen. She definitely hadn't intended to MOO of all things. She'd been trying to whimper, trying to give voice to her mounting fear and confusion. Instead, the moos had come out of her mouth, and now her face was flushed with hot shame.
The only solace that Sakura had was the fact that she could hear the TV nearly blaring from the other room. Kiza had it on high enough volume that it was unlikely he could hear her. Unbeknownst to Sakura, the young man with nigh omnipotence was watching her every move, enjoying immensely the way she was transforming. Everything that was happening to her in that moment was according to HIS design, but all she could view him as was the trustworthy friend who had healed and saved her from her terrible fate.
It's around the fourth orgasm that Sakura realizes she's growing dumber. Her pussy juices soak her tightening panties and her tits begin to leak milk into her stretched out bra, but its her intelligence that suddenly concerns her most of all. She can feel it as she starts to lose words, starts to lose the capacity to articulate herself in a meaningful manner.
"I don't, mooooo, noo, mooo… nnngh…"
She does her best to keep her voice down, even as she panics. The preparation of food behind her is forgotten, and quite literally so as her ability to cook begins to degrade along with her intelligence. At the same time, her body continues to grow. Her height tops out at around seven and a half feet, and she's a little dizzy even looking down at the counters or the ground beneath her. It's all just too much, but things can always get worse.
With a loud RIIIIIP, Sakura's panties and bra give up the fight to keep her growing hips, ass, and tits encased in their tight confines. A startled cry falls from Sakura's throat sounding awfully like a panicked moo as she squirms, falling to her knees right there in the middle of the kitchen, tears streaming down her face. As the remnants of her torn undergarments fall out from under her blouse and skirt, the purple-haired girl realizes belatedly that she has to stop cumming.
She has to stop the orgasms, or else she'll lose every bit of herself to whatever this transformation is! Of course, Sakura doesn't know that her mind will remain unaffected save for the drop in IQ points being forced upon her by each subsequent orgasm. She immediately assumes the worse, and to be fair, the truth isn't going to be much better for the girl, if she allows herself to continue to cum.
The young woman is too far gone to stop it by this point though. Far, FAR too late. That doesn't stop her from trying. She squeezes her eyes shut as she kneels there on the floor of the kitchen, and her thoughts turn to the least arousing things she can think of. She imagines her Grandfather naked, and for a second the monumental disgust of that mental image holds the magical, building pleasure at bay.
Then, the horrifying thought that she's put at the forefront of her mind sends her down a path to an inevitable conclusion of its choice. First, it shifts her thoughts from Zouken to the worm pit. Still a completely horrifying thing to think about, but also a place where she'd felt more than her fair share of unwanted, forced pleasure as the parasitical worms had their way with her.
From the worm pit, her thoughts turn unbidden to Kiza and his words. The young man had said it himself, she would never have to fear her grandfather or his worms, ever again. She was finally free of him… all thanks to Kiza. And just like that, with her intelligence dimmed down and her thoughts less than they had been before, Sakura finds herself focusing on Kiza and all he means to her.
The actions he's taken on her behalf so far… Sakura has always been a person quick to crush. A lack of love and the like from her family members has left her particularly vulnerable to anyone who might show her affection. And just like that, Sakura is imagining Kiza naked, picturing his masculine, muscular body and his big, fat cock. And just like that, she's cumming her brains out, as the collar takes advantage of her moment of vulnerability to force orgasm after orgasm onto her in quick succession.
"Noo-Moooooo!!!"
The rapidly transforming cowgirl's eyes roll up in her head and her tongue hangs out of her mouth as a continuous mooing sound leaves her throat. She's not even capable of critical thinking at that point, even as her blouse gives up the fight as well, the buttons flying everywhere as her breasts tear their way out of her skirt. Milk streams from her truly ginormous teats as Sakura stares down in shock and horror at just how BIG her massive mammaries have become.
They're a total pair of cow udders at this point, she can't help but think absently, and that only causes the purple-haired girl to flush in deeper embarrassment and shame. The thought of trying to hold back the orgasms so she wouldn't lose more of herself is no longer something Sakura is truly capable of. Her intellect has been vastly erased by the gradual transformation forced onto her.
She's much dumber than she was before, but she's also still smart enough to know that. The loss of IQ stops before she can truly lose what makes her who she is, and though she's no longer capable of things like problem solving or critical thinking, she's still Sakura Matou. At the very least, she remembers her name. Sobbing brokenly, Sakura rubs at her ears and hiccups, mooing softly in shame, even as another orgasm builds within her.
When this orgasm strikes, she shudders and then gasps as a strange, pleasurable sensation presses outwards from her tail bone. At this point, her blouse is more like an absurdly tiny vest, hanging off of her shoulders but not doing anything in the way of covering her up. In a similar fashion, her skirt was no longer so much a skirt as it was a belt. Still barely intact, albeit stretched to all hell, the skirt was no more capable of covering her truly massive ass, her excessively wide hips, or her gushing pussy than her blouse was capable of hiding her tits.
It wrapped around her waist, and out from under the garment peeked the last bit of Sakura's physical transformation. Looking back behind herself, Sakura tries to let out a final dejected sob, but it only comes out as a despondent moo as she stares at the long cow tail coming out of her tailbone, as it flickers back and forth absently.
She looks grotesque, Sakura can't help but think. Who could ever love a monster like she is now? Her tits are so massive that she can already feel the pull on her back from the heavy weight. How is she ever going to support mammaries like this? What kind of bra would contain breasts this gigantic? Not to mention, she hasn't stopped lactating since she started. A whimpering moo leaves Sakura's throat and she reaches up to try and pinch her teats closed.
This only causes another orgasm to hit her all the faster, and she cries out yet another moo as her pussy juices coat the floor for the umpteenth time. She's made quite a mess… but then, at this point, she IS quite a mess. Its only as she kneels there, staring down at her new body despondently, that Sakura begins to realize the pleasure is finally fading.
The transformation is complete. Her physical and mental journey towards becoming a dumbed down cow girl is finished. Completely aware of what's happened to her, even if she's unable to comprehend WHY it happened to her, Sakura is also aware of all that she's lost. The dimwitted young woman moos hopelessly, not even trying to keep the noise down anymore.
She doesn't actually notice that the TV has shut off until Kiza's familiar voice hits her ears.
"Sakura? Sakura, what happened to you?! Are you alright?!"
Just like that, the young man is beside her. At under six feet tall, Kiza is barely a head taller than her when she's on her knees like she is at that moment. Averting her gaze, Sakura feels fresh, hot tears leave her eyes as she realizes her new crush has seen her in such a humiliating, disgusting state. Then his arms are around her and the dumbed-down cow girl can't help but reciprocate, sobbing as she throws her arms around Kiza's waist, burying her face in his chest and pressing her lactating tits against his crotch.
"I'm a m-mooo-onster Kiza! I dunno what happened-moo! I f-feel so d-dumb-mooo!"
Kiza's concerned face, now out of Sakura's line of sight completely, melts way to be replaced by a wide, wicked grin that the transformed girl can't see. He keeps his tone modulated and concerned though, even as he holds her close, his cock already starting to harden from the feel of her tits rubbing back and forth across his crotch.
"Don't worry Sakura. You're not a monster. You're beautiful. I'll take care of you. Don't you worry."
The dimwitted cowgirl continues to sob and moo into his chest, and Kiza continues to hold her close. Watching her transform through that view screen had been a true pleasure, a treat that he'd enjoyed quite a bit. And now he had a third girl to add to his little growing group of playthings. Sakura would be a different sort of fun than both Illya and Jeanne. While those two would quickly begin to feel the effects of his corruptive cum, if they weren't already, Sakura was practically starting out dependent on his love and his affection.
After all, he was her trustworthy friend, completely loyal in every way. Sakura knew in her heart of hearts, no matter how dumb she got, that Kiza would never betray her. Mostly because he'd told her so, and if he said it, it HAD to be true, right?
Heh. It was good to be king.