[Twinning]

Gerrag Mach Monastery. A holy place dedicated not only to the worship of the Goddess Sothis, but teaching the young from the three different regions of Fodlan, so that they could maintain peace and order amongst themselves. All for the sake of the Goddess that had once fought to keep the land together.

And thus far, it had done a stellar job. Even if there were a couple of bad eggs, and the church’s goings-on were starting to get a little more suspicious and careless than some would like to admit, the students still managed to graduate with their heads held high so they could return to their families and fight for the sake of their region.

But everything was not as it seemed. Life worked in mysterious ways, and nothing demonstrated that quite as well as what happened just a scant hour earlier. In the Monastery’s mess hall, a light had broken out in the midst of lunch, and many of the hopeful children that were trying their best to work towards gathering and developing their talents…

Were transformed. Not into monsters, like one might expect. But rather, into a single woman, who had been cursing the Goddess just the night before. A woman that was pleased with this particular development, even despite how absurd it was.

Maneula Casagranda. The head teacher of the Blue Lions house. A woman that had little luck in the matters of love, considering how often she returned empty-handed to her room after nights out, drowning herself in her sorrows. Something that had caught the attention of her fellow teachers, but something that none of them dared to try and prevent.

Now, though? She couldn’t help but smile. Because so many of the young folk that had turned her down, and even those that had talked behind her back, had become little more than mirror copies of her. Not that she knew how or why it happened, she chalked it up to a strange joke at the Goddess’ expense.

Even her bitter rival and fellow teacher, Hanneman von Essar, was left transformed by this strange light. And though he initially seemed displeased with the arrangement, hurling insults at her like he had done so many times before, a little kiss and a bit of wine was enough to shut the new Manuela up. While the rest of her copies were too encumbered by their new selves to be of any use, the mind of the Father of Crestology packed into a much more appealing form would certainly come in handy…

Leaving the mess hall behind, and the children that had been twisted into a matured form, the original woman and her direct copy decided to stroll through the Monastery at their own pace, each of them letting this strange event dwell on their minds.

“Manuela, a word?” The version of her that had been Hanneman just a few minutes ago asked, only to flinch slightly as she felt an arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her close to the habitual drunk.

Her original self licked her lips as she pecked the brunette on the cheek. “You don’t have to act like you’re still that stuffy old coot, Manuela. You’re me now. Me, and nobody else.” Manuela smiled, letting her fingers drum their way along her body as they ascended towards her bosom. “You know, seeing these right in front of me just proves how big I really was. Can’t believe the kids didn’t want a piece of me when I’ve got these…”

“F-Focus, Manuela.” The copy muttered as a moan left her lips. It was a wonderful sensation, one that made it incredibly hard to think about the important stuff. If anything, she just wanted to spread the feeling. “What caused this? What exactly made us so much better than anybody else?”

The original paused for a second, before forcing her fingers up against her other self’s nipples, grinding the surface of her digits up against those sensitive and erect spots. “The Goddess knew that I’ve been the most alluring woman in all of Fodlan, and finally decided to make it official. That’s why she spread my beauty all around the mess hall. You know you love it too, that’s why you’re not resisting.”

“I wish I could go against you, but you’re damn right.” The other Manuela licked her lips as she let those fingers sink into her nipples. Pushing them inward and making her moans echo around the hall. If they weren’t careful, there was a high chance for them to be noticed, and then they’d have another bunch of problems on their hands.

That is, if they didn’t have a trick up their sleeve. “Now, if I’m right… We can just show them our beauty, and we’ll be able to make more of us. Care to test that theory, Manuela, or are you just going to force me to make you cum first, you greedy slut?” The original woman said, giving her better half a couple of kisses along her neck.

“You’re the one with the crazy libido, blame yourself before you blame me.” The newly made woman said, letting another moan slip from her lips. “The parts of that old coot that are still inside me are just screaming to test that theory, even if he detests us… Let’s do it. But who do you have in mind for the test run?”

Maneula licked her lips as she pulled her fingers out of her other half’s top, sighing sweetly. “My dear students from the Blue Lions house. I’m sure the prince and his retainers, as well as the few that come from other noble families, would be happy to get a piece of this beauty. Especially with how much they trust in the church.

“If only we were the Goddess herself. Then turning them would be easy, even without this strange power that gave me a taste of you, Manuela.” The better half of the duet said, as she slowly shivered from the pleasure still running through her. “Shall we?”

The original nodded as the two continued on. Heading straight for the classroom belonging to the Blue Lions…

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“Professor?! What is… Why are there two of you!?”

Suffice to say, most of the youths that were part of the Blue Lions were left rather speechless by the sudden appearance by their Teacher. Especially now that there were two of them. Not only did she never show up to class in time due to one of her several hangovers, but to show up during the break period and then have another one of herself in tow? That was insane.

Which was why Felix, the boy that was usually too hotheaded to think straight due to his incessant pursuit of combat, was the only one that could manage to say anything about the situation at hand.

“Ah, Felix. Would you mind coming over? Don’t worry, we don’t bite.” The main Manuela said as she beckoned the youth closer, smiling softly. She didn’t want to hurt him, even if his tongue had done a good job of hurting her and others in the past.

The sword-wielding boy grit his teeth as he popped his blade out of its scabbard, only to briefly be stopped by one of his few friends, the red-headed charmer Sylvain. “Buddy. Don’t. You don’t know what they’re capable of, and Professor Manuela’s already schooled you with her magic once before.”

“Butt out, Sylvain!” Felix shouted as he wrestled free from his friend’s grip, jumping across one of the tables to try and get a strike in on the Professor. Even if she had managed to beat him time and time again, if this was an imposter, then…

He didn’t get to finish that thought before a bright light enveloped him, squeezing around him as it stretched him into a much more mature form. Gone was his masculine physique, replaced with a feminine form that was identical to the one that the two women had. Not only that, but his improper uniform was replaced with their dress and cloak, showing off his brand new legs and his surprisingly developed bust…

Well, he wasn’t much of a he any longer. Not when he landed in the two Manuelas’s arms, hugged like he was nothing more than a sister to them. Because that was what she was, after the light had finished its job.

“Does that answer your hypothesis, Manuela?” The newly transformed Professor said, already synched up with their thoughts. “Or do you still need more evidence?” Unlike the one that had previously been Hanneman, the student’s sense of self had been completely buried underneath her new identity.

The main Manuela shook her head. “Unfortunately, you jumped at us a little too early. You didn’t give us any chance to use any magic, so the Goddess probably jumped in and transformed you for us.”

“She’s quite something, that Sothis.” The new Manuela said, and the other two agreed with a brief sigh and nod. Even though they had the blessing of the Goddess on their side, it didn’t really help them that much. They still needed something more than themselves, and they couldn’t get that until they were done.

The other students were naturally less than thrilled about this development. They had just seen one of the most capable students in their class turn into another copy of their professor, before he even got close to delivering a decisive blow…

“Dimitri. You have to escape. If this gets worse, Faerghus will be in even more danger than this Monastery could ever hope to be.” Ingrid, the blonde girl that had been childhood friends with Dimitri, Felix and Sylvain, said as she brought out her training lance. “Please.”

The Crown Prince grit his teeth as he clutched his own lance. “I can’t. Not when she poses such a threat to all of you.” He said, stepping closer to the young blonde. All while casting a glance towards the man from Duscur, who had been at his side for so long. “I can count on you to protect me, right, Dedue?”

“As long as you need me, your Highness, I will be by your side.” The tall and muscular Dedue said, wielding his axe in the defense of the man that had once saved his life.

Manuela rolled her eyes as all of the kids recanted all of their vows and that loathesome junk that may seem so wonderfully appealing to kids their age. “I could fall asleep listening to them…”

In fact, the newest of the Professor’s clones had done just that, snoozing against the others. “Wake me up when they’re done…” She muttered in between her snores. Maybe a bit of the wine that had been in the existing copies’ stomachs rubbed off on her, considering she blushed like she was drunk.

“Now! While they’re distracted! CHARGE!”

The young students that had been waiting for a chance took it as soon as they saw it. The three Manuelas were busy with themselves, leaving them completely open to a strike with their respective weapons. Whether it was the two spears from the blondes, or the thrown axe that few between them.

Unfortunately, the only weapon that even got close to striking at the Professor was the axe. And even then, it was caught in mid air as the Crown Prince and his childhood friend were filled with the older woman’s natural beauty, the two turning around as they tossed the axe away.

“There we go. Less of that youthful nonsense, more of the beauty of the one woman that the Goddess Sothis adores above all else.” The main version of the matured woman said, licking her lips a bit. Since she had a nice view of their hips, she really regretted not paying attention to her own more. Those things were positively fat, and in the good way. She could probably get her fingers lost somewhere in all of that thigh meat…

Dedue was naturally shocked by the way that his Highness had turned into yet another copy of the Professor. And there was little he could do to change that, as he was slowly approached by the duet that had once been the prince and Ingrid. He just closed his eyes and accepted his fate, whatever may come of it.

“You’re still loyal to him, even though I’ve taken his place?” Manuela said as she slowly put her hand on the much larger man’s cheek, smiling as the darker skin was wiped away by her much more tender colors. “If I wasn’t so drunk on this feeling of power, I might’ve actually called that admirable.”

He didn’t say a thing. He just let the changes wash over him, as the light consumed him just like everyone else. Thanks to his natural bulk, most of his body had to shrink quite the substantial margin to allow for the feminine parts to poke their way forward. Not his hips nor his chest however, as they merely rounded out to make sure they had the proper form. They were already pushed out plenty, making them appealing to squeeze into once they had been turned into the Professor’s pillows.

The newest Manuela would be born not moments later, as the former man from Duscar shook her body all around, nearly tearing the strings on her dress. “Would it be worth changing things up a bit, going for a different flavor of yours truly?” She said, vaguely aware of the life she had led up until a few moments ago.

“And ruin the body that the Goddess loves? No way.” The other two version of the Professor said, causing all six of them to laugh rather amusedly. There was something pleasant about the way that the lot of them worked together, even if they were outright identical.

With that, only four students remained. And three of them were gathered in the corner, with the last remaining tucked behind them, unable to do much in this situation.

“Listen.” Sylvain, the redhead, spoke up as he looked to his classmates with a strained smile. “If we make this out alive-”

Before he managed to make a dramatic speech, the kind-hearted Mercedes put a hand on his shoulder. “We will make it out of this alive, Sylvain. And you’re going to make sure of it. I believe in you.” She said, her smile reaching ear to ear.

“Mercedes is right. We just have to keep them at bay. It shouldn’t be that hard!” Ashe, the excitable youth who had always wanted to be a knight, said as he prepared an arrow. He was ready to fight against the woman… women, that had taught him plenty of what he knew.

Cowering behind the three of them was the last student in the class, Annette. And while she had magic at her disposal, she knew exactly why she was the one that wasn’t fighting. She just hoped that her friends could pull their weight.

“So, kids, how do you plan on changing things?” Manuela said, the six versions of her all gathering in a small circle cutting the three off from any escape. “I’d really just like to give you a taste of what it feels like to be beauty itself, but if you want to give me more trouble than I’d like…”

She didn’t get to finish her spiel before an arrow flew straight at her face, the same arrow getting caught out of the air by a stray thunder spell from the rest of her other selves. “Really? You’re just going to try and nail me with an arrow while I’m talking? Didn’t I teach you kids any manners?”

“Actually, you were drunk for most of your lessons, Professor. If anything, we’re showing you just what you taught us!” Sylvain cried out as he threw his lance towards the crowd, to try and buy a little more time. He could see the strain on Mercedes’ face. If they weren’t able to buy the time they needed, then everyone would get caught off guard.

Manuela shook her head as the lance was disintegrated thanks to another set of thunder spells from her other selves. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.” She said, as she held her hands forward. “Alright, kids, time to say goodbye to that naive youth.”

Had they bought enough time? They weren’t sure. All that they knew was that the light growing in front of them was actually kind of comforting, as it squeezed its way into them…

Ashe’s transformation was the fastest, as his body quickly stretched out and puffed in the places he needed the curvature. Surprisingly, given his short stature, he had the hips to match his Professor with ease. The rest was just a matter of the spell cast upon him, leaving one more copy in its wake.

Sylvain was always a popular guy with the ladies thanks to his silver tongue. That was why he often tried to avoid the Professor, because she would fall for him just like another student. Maybe there was some sort of cosmic irony in the way that he turned into her. One thing was certain though, as her personality took over and looked down at her body… Damn, she was hot.

Mercedes’ heart was pure and her devotion to the Goddess was almost just as divine. A stark contrast to the hate that filled the Professor’s heart whenever her pursuit for a lover went south. She didn’t like alcohol, and she didn’t pursue any material pleasures. But now that she took on the matured form, she could feel herself loosening up. And the first thing she thought of was that wine bottle she kept hidden under her bed. Did she drunk out all of its contents over the last few days, or was there a couple pints left in it?

With the three new Manuelas freshly transformed, the main version was quite pleased. But there was just one problem. She couldn’t see a fourth, nor could she see a certain short girl still hiding away. “Where is Annette?” She asked very plainly, before motioning for one of her fellow selves. Just to have her massage her breasts. Something to take the load off her shoulders after having transformed so many in such a short time..

“I used my technique to teleport her to another part of the Monastery.” The version of her that had just previously been the kind-hearted student spoke up, sheepishly pushing her fingertips together. “I wanted to make sure that she got away, when I hadn’t fallen in love with this body. So I used all the faith in my body to Warp her away, using the notes I had taken from you.”

The leader blinked a couple of times. She knew that the girl hadn’t been able to use Warp before… Did she manage to cast it in the midst of her transformation? Either way, that meant she had a problem on her hands. “So, we’re going to be up against basically everyone else in the Monastery in a few minutes. Are you all prepared to deal with them?”

“What could they possibly do against us? We’re beautiful compared to all of them. They don’t even have anything to nullify our magic with!” Another one of the Manuelas cried out. She was very sure that there was nothing that would stand in their way…

Which was exactly when they heard the distinct sound of Warp being activated, as an absurd amount of Knights appeared in the classroom. As well as a certain other Professor, and a couple of students that stood by his side.

“...Okay. I didn’t expect that.” The overconfident version of the matured beauty said, quickly regretting her choice of words. Even with everything they had at their disposal, there was no way that they’d be able to consciously get them all turned before they’d find themselves completely exhausted.

Byleth looked past the horde of knights, before throwing a few glances at the four students that were at his side. Three of them from his own house, Black Eagles, and one more from the Golden Deer house. Each of them were the most capable youths at his disposal, and he couldn’t ask for better students.

“Charge! Capture Professor Manuela! All of them!” The leader of the Black Eagles house, Edelgard, cried out as the Knights heeded her command. She had a personal stake in all of this, because if they kept causing troubles, all of her carefully laid plans would crumple into nothing but ashes.

Linhardt, the boy that had managed to Warp all of these into the classroom, yawned slightly and rubbed his eyes. “Please never tell me to do that ever again, Professor.” The tired youth muttered. He could go for a brief nap on any kind of flat surface at this point.

“Now’s not the time to go back to bed, Linhardt. We’ve got a difficult fight here.” The seductress and singstress, Dorothea, said as she wrapped an arm around the tired boy. “Think you can lock them down with your magic, Lysithea?”

The white-haired midget from the other house, Lysithea, nodded. “As long as I can get a good look at them, I’ll do what I can.” She said. At least the taller girl didn’t call her short this time. If she had even started, she wasn’t sure if she could keep it in.

Manuela nervously laughed as the horde of soldiers approached. Sure, some of them were turning into copies of her thanks to the Goddess’ blessing, but she didn’t exactly have a way out of this.

She just hoped that the Arch-Bishop would have mercy, once they were all kneeling in front of her.

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“What in the name of the Goddess made you think you had any right to do this, Manuela?”

She wasn’t merciful. She was downright furious. In fact, this was the one time that the Manuelas had seen her this angry. Even talking about those that blasphemed against the Goddess didn’t get her this riled up. This was a new level of anger reserved exclusively for all of them.

“Would you believe me if I said it was all because the Goddess decided that we were worth it?” The main version of the mature woman said, only to find herself slapped by the green-haired Arch-Bishop. The suggestion just made her angrier…

Rhea glared daggers at the women kneeling in front of her, their powers currently kept in check by several measures. Most of them pilfered from Hanneman’s research. Even after he had been transformed into a better form, he proved himself a thorn in the Professor’s side. “The Goddess would never want to see somebody like you, a hedonist who masturbates to her own image all night, proliferated across the world. I don’t know how or why you acquired this ability to mold others into your shape, but rest assured, I’ll make sure you’ll never be able to use it again.”

“So this is the Arch-Bishop’s true colors…” Edelgard muttered from a distance, watching the entire thing unfold. She had agreed to this to get more intel on the situation at Gerrag Mach, but this was something she hadn’t quite expected. And yet, it would help her plans out immensely.

Linhardt yawned as he rested his head up against his Professor’s shoulder. “Please just make her stop yelling. I know the Arch-Bishop hates her, but did she need to make it this loud..?” He muttered, utterly tuckered out by everything that had gone on thus far.

“She’s passionate, that’s for sure.” Dorothea said, smiling a little. “I wouldn’t mind playing out the part of the Arch-Bishop in a play, once or twice. I’m sure I can channel a few distasteful feelings for my audience into my act, should I have the perfect counterpart to play my foil.” She chuckled. While she preferred to sing, acting wasn’t exactly far from that.

Lysithea remained silent as she watched everything unfold. Something wasn’t right here. Why could she feel such an overwhelming power from within the Professor? Why was she able to do all of this transformation stuff? She knew it couldn’t be a Crest, due to her own condition, but that only ruled out one explanation.

“You can’t just take it all away, Rhea! This is my gift! The Goddess gave it to me!” Manuela cried out, sounding almost a little too panicked. She knew that since she couldn’t use her power on Rhea, there was nothing she could do that would properly put her on the defensive. Because she was the Arch-Bishop! She was the one that had asked for them all to be here in the first place!

The Arch-Bishop did not agree with the Professor’s plea, as she nearly let something out that she shouldn’t. “If you move even an inch, you’ll be little more than a smear on the ground below. Don’t make me regret giving you mercy for now, Manuela.” She tried her very best to restrain herself. Her Mother wouldn’t want her to go this far...

“You can’t!” The Professor cried out, despite the warning she just got. She was determined to make sure that she understood what a powerful gift she had at her disposal. And she’d do it. Even if she couldn’t use it to transform the Arch-Bishop, she’d… She’d..!

She’d do nothing, because the green-haired woman grabbed her by the collar, raising her into the air as her body swayed from side to side. “Are you getting suicidal on top of overconfident, Manuela?” Rhea said, her eyes growing just a little murderous. She had restrained herself enough. It was time to carry out the divine punishment that came with besmirching her Mother’s name..!

“WAIT!”

A powerful voice echoed out through the Arch-Bishop’s quarters, as a blinding light slowly filled the room, preventing anybody from moving and keeping an eye on what just appeared before their very eyes…

The first thing that they noticed once they could see again, was the fact that one of them were quite clearly left quite lifeless. Namely Professor Byleth, who seemed to have lost all of the light in his eyes…

“P-Professor!” Linhardt was the first to notice this change, collapsing onto the ground to keep his Professor warm. The one thing that could wake him up was peril relating to the ones he cared for…

Dorothea gasped in shock as she pointed straight ahead, and the two white-haired girls weren’t far behind her. Each of them sharing in that shock.

And why wouldn’t they be shocked, when another green-haired individual had suddenly appeared out of thin air? No, considering the condition of the Professor on the floor, it was more like she emerged from her container.

“Moth-” Rhea paused as she whipped around, letting go of Manuela in the process. “Goddess Sothis, why are you…” She didn’t know what to say, if she had to be honest. The woman that she had been pursuing for so long, her dearest Mother, was now in front of her. And it was to stop her from dealing a fatal blow to a lowlife that would dare use her name in vain..?

Sothis puffed her cheeks out as she floated closer to her thoroughly aged daughter. “Who told you that you could touch my beloved Manuela?” Her words cut deep. Not just because they were harmful ones aimed towards her daughter… But because she didn’t see her as her kin. She just saw her as a threat to the one that she cared much more about. And that, more than anything else ever could, shocked the woman to the core.

“H-hah! See? What’d we tell you? The Goddess was on our side all along!” Several of the Manuelas started crying out in unison. The tables were turning. They would now be able to spread their beauty all across fodlan, with the support of the Goddess!

Rhea composed herself the best she could after that emotional critical hit, dusting her robes off. “But Goddess, why would you care for such a nobody? What has she done to earn your love? Compared to me, what has she ever even come close to accomplishing?”

“Why would I care about accomplishments? They’re boring.” Sothis brushed off her daughter’s concerns as she danced around her, putting a hand on one of the mature women’s cheeks, sighing sweetly as a slow trail of sticky juice ran down her thigh… “But she’s the real deal. She’s something to want for yourself. Something that you can only get if you wish for it…”

That made everyone, especially the students, pause as they let their confused feelings slowly roll through their minds.

“What? What’s so wrong about that? Are you questioning the tastes of a Goddess? If any of you dare speak up, I’ll make sure you regret it!” The green-haired Goddess cried out, turning back towards both her daughter and the four in the back of the room. She was serious, her hands glowing thanks to the magic in her body…

Nobody spoke up. Not even Rhea. The daughter knew better than to go against her Mother, especially when she was this angry. All of them kept quiet and just watched her threaten them with the power in her hands…

“Good. Now, I think I’d like to explain things. But first… Manuela, would you like to do the honors?” Sothis giggled, as she pulled up the original Manuela and pulled her towards the Arch-Bishop.

The matured woman was surprised, but she could feel the power brimming within her body. Power that she had never thought she’d be able to wield. She could also feel her own power skyrocketing, like she had been restored to normal…

“Are you sure about this, Goddess?” In a moment of pure clarity, the older woman asked the twin-tailed Goddess one important question. All while Rhea was silently panicking in the background. She didn’t want to end up turned into yet another one of these multiplied Professors..!

Sothis nodded with a bright grin on her face. “I want you to turn much more than this grumpy thing, but she’ll do for demonstration purposes. Do whatever you’d like to her, as long as she ends up with your beautiful face.” She chimed, one of her hands drifting between her thighs…

“Ohoho…” Manuela licked her lips. With this much approval, why would she ever stop to think that there was something fishy or foul afoot? She was going to enjoy herself, after getting this much love from the Goddess that she had once hated!

Rhea couldn’t do a thing as those plump lips met her own. The transformation began, and came to an end almost moments later. Thanks to the Goddess’ blessing, washing away the parts of the Arch-Bishop that were undesirable was like child’s play. Take away that stuffy robe, open it up and replace it with the Professor’s usual dress, then pinch in those ungodly wide hips so she didn’t snap the strings and the threading right off.

Where the Arch-Bishop had just stood moments ago, now stood yet another version of the Professor that had turned an entire class into another version of herself. And given the blush on the former bishop’s face, she had enjoyed the experience thoroughly, despite how apprehensive she had been just moments ago.

“That felt… Oh, Goddess…” The new Manuela muttered, overwhelmed by the sensation as she reached her fingers in through the sides in her dress, openly playing with herself. The arousal that spiked thanks to her transformation was too much to handle…

Sothis kneeled down on the ground as she watched the horny Professor masturbate, letting a bit of that juice spill onto her face as she sighed delightfully. This was what she had been waiting for. This was what she had been craving for a little while…

“Why would you… Why would you let her turn somebody else, Goddess?” Dorothea muttered. All while her own dress had gotten rather wet. She’d be lying if that utter display of dominance hadn’t managed to turn her on.

Lysithea was disgusted, but this definitely explained the feeling she had been worried about. The power she felt inside all of the Maneulas… That had been the power of the Goddess herself. Which explained a lot, even if it didn’t tell her anything about the Goddess’ motivation for doing any of this.

“I’ve seen enough.” Edelgard said. She didn’t need to pay witness to any of this. The Goddess was real… Which meant that she needed to overhaul her plans. Especially considering the Professor happened to be the container for her power.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t allowed to leave. As soon as she put her hand on the door handle, her body froze. She couldn’t move a single muscle. She was completely and utterly paralyzed…

She wasn’t the only one either. The other students were just as paralyzed, unable to do a single thing. All they could do was stand there and wait for their turn. Or listen to the Goddess prattle on and on about whatever she had on her mind.

“Now, Manuela. My one and only love…” Sothis swooned, wrapping her arms around the main version of the Professor. “Do you remember what you were doing, the last time you cursed my entire existence and everything I had ever done for you?”

Manuela took a moment to remember, before blushing. “Y-You were watching me masturbate, when I told you to piss off for what you had done to render me unable to stay together with a man?” She asked. Oh, she remembered the shameful pleasures of that night. The very same pleasures that were pouring through her right now, thanks to one of the other versions of herself masturbating like a wild animal…

“Of course. What do you think I was doing, counting off holy verses? Being stuck inside that hunk of junk’s done me no good.” The bratty Goddess complained as she pointed towards the unconscious Byleth, still deprived of his consciousness due to her existence having left his body. “No. I was taking trips around the Monastery. And I saw you. I saw the one that I had been longing for, all this time.”

Sothis put her hands on the beautiful Professor’s cheeks, pulling her into a kiss. Letting her tongue dance along with hers, a blush quickly filling her cheeks. “I felt your hatred tug inside my heart. If somebody so beautiful, somebody so alluring, hated me… Then I thought the best way to apologize would be to give you the chance to change things.” She explained, before panting a little as she let her tongue wrap around the professor’s. Only to then pull back, a bit of the Professor’s makeup having leaked onto her face.

“And the only way I could think of you changing things… Would be by changing everyone into you. Then we’d all get along. No more war, no more nothing. Just Manuela, and nothing else.” She explained, silently and immodestly cumming as a puddle formed beneath her feet. She was so unfathomably horny. And that was the reason why everything had gone so horribly wrong.

Manuela took a moment to let that run through her mind, before putting her hands on the Goddess’ cheeks. “You’re telling me that you wanted me to turn everyone into me… Just because you loved my body so much? Is that all?” She asked, and the green-haired brat that had caused all this trouble nodded eagerly. “If you were one of my students, I would’ve punished you beyond your wildest dreams…”

“But you got what you wished for. You got all the suitors you could possibly want. Because nobody wants Manuela Casagranda more than Manuela Casagranda.” Sothis explained, her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head from that explanation. “P-Please… Please, Manuela. Give me the chance to be just as beautiful as you. I want nothing else in the world than that single thing..!”

The Professor looked to her fellow selves, as she let go of the green-haired Goddess. Each of the copies got up from their sitting positions, their binds having been released just a while ago but none of them bothered to move to make sure that they weren’t causing trouble for the main version of themselves.

“You want to be us?” The Manuelas said in unison, each of them acting completely in sync. After all, they wanted to give the Goddess the best experience that they possibly could. Considering how much she wanted to be just like them.

Sothis nodded rapidly as she dropped onto her knees, pushing her lips up against the beautiful women’s toes. Kissing them, one by one. No matter how many there were, she wanted to show her devotion. “Please turn this useless Goddess who does nothing but watch people and fall in love with their hatred into a beautiful woman who deserves the entire world!” She debased herself with this claim, looking up at the beauties that had her at their mercy.

Each of them smiled as they lifted her up into their arms. And then they brought their lips closer and closer, until each smacked a bright red kiss onto her face. Filling her to the brim with the power that she had filled them with. The power was being turned back against her, used to twist her into a form that fit her wants and needs so much more…

The Goddess’ body grew. Little by little, as if she was being forcibly made older. She didn’t need such a small body any longer. Not when she willingly gave herself over to the horde of beauties that she had enabled. Her hair grew shorter, her form grew thicker, but most importantly…

She became one of them. She became one of the Manuelas. It didn’t matter that she had been a Goddess just moments prior. She was now nothing more than another face among the lovingly mature horde that cared for nothing but themselves. And she loved every moment of it, her nethers still thoroughly soaked as her usual dress changed into the one that the Professor wore.

Out of every single conversion that the Professor had done, she would be the most important. Because by turning into another one of her copies, she linked her way into the hivemind that they possessed. And with it, came her powers. Every single one of the duplicates, and especially the original, got to feel the rush of power filling them as their existence became synonymous with the Goddess of Fodlan…

Each of the copies felt the world unwrapping before their very eyes. It was like they were peeking behind the curtain… And they knew what they could do with this power. This was the concept that laid behind their ability to transform others into themselves, and they were happy to use it.

The main Manuela walked towards the students that were still paralyzed, grabbing ahold of the fabric of the world in front of her, before tearing it away. And in their place, new versions of herself stood. This was the power she had. This was how easy it was to transform everyone else into her…

She licked her lips. It was time to get to work.

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The fall of Gerrag Mach after that was simple. Because nobody could stand up to a Goddess, much less one as radiant and as dominant as Manuela.

Students were in awe of her presence, both because of the sheer absurd amount of her that there were, and because her new godly nature was incomprehensible to feeble minds like them. Not that it mattered too much, because a single blessing from her heart converted them in a matter of minutes. Turning the students that weren’t in a house into more of herself, and the ones that tried to stand up against her into hornier copies that immediately started making out.

The Knights of Seiros that had been doing their best to repel her previously were unable to do anything. Especially once the version of the new Goddess that had once been the Arch-Bishop stood forth. Even when her voice was turned into a much more harmonic-sounding tone, they couldn’t stand up to it. They recognized it as the Arch-Bishop’s, and fell under her spell. All of them kneeling as they were converted in a matter of seconds.

Even the most elite devotees. The likes of Catherine, Shamir and the others… They fell just as quickly. Not because they were particularly resistant or anything, but because the Manuelas were too happy to get intimate with them. Especially the two quarreling ladies, who were quickly turned into obedient and horny copies thanks to being forced against their former crush’ new and beautiful breasts. Leaving them suckling on her bosom, just like the days of old.

Just looking around the Monastery, it was clear that nobody took anything seriously anymore. They were completely and utterly engrossed in the act of loving themselves…

And at the center of it all, sitting upon the former Arch-Bishop's chair, was the true Manuela. With the former Goddess between her thighs, currently eating her out like the good Manuela that she was. Life was good, when you could subjugate a Goddess and turn her into another version of yourself, with all the benefits that came with taking over her...

"But are we really satisfied?" The horny and submissive version of the Professor asked, as she slowly looked up at her other self, her tongue slightly tickling those hungry lips down below. Just to keep her original self as horny as she could be. She was a Goddess, after all.

Manuela shook her head as she looked out towards the rest of Fodlan, smiling from ear to ear. She wasn't even close to done. Once everyone in the Monastery was finished and had reached their climax...

It was time to show the world her beauty, and share it all.