[MILF TF, Sluttification, Pregnancy]
"W-Where am I? Why am I stuck in a box? H-hello? L-Lucoa? K-Kobayashi-san? Anybody!?"
A young boy's voice cut through the darkness, though given the strange coffin-like box that he found himself inside, it's not like his voice could reach very far...
"If I knew where we were, I'd tell ya! And if I could get rid of these bindings then I'd do so!" A much more confident, yet equally disposed voice cried out from somewhere. "They're probably why I can't use any of my magic, damnit!"
"You get nowhere with that kind of struggling." A more composed, yet definitely still uncomfortable voice replied in turn. This one belonged to a girl... Huh, were both of them around his age..? "I just hope Kiri-chan and the others can find us before it's too late..."
And there was a third voice too. This one was barely audible, and not many words actually echoed from where it seemed to come from. It was mostly just gasps. And a single word... "R-Rentaro..."
As far as the young boy was concerned, all of them were stuck. All of them also seemed to be in the same rough age bracket, and... W-Well, what were they here for? None of it made sense...
"Excellent. You're all awake. Not that you'll be awake for long, processing you four will be a lot easier when you're asleep. But I do love to gloat a little, and it makes all of this so much more fun."
A light shone from the single window in the front of the coffin-like box, revealing a young man, roughly the same age as the boy himself... Or at least, he looked the part. He could no doubt be older, given the kind of people that the boy had met...
"Is that you, Fate!? What do you think you're doing?!" The much more rambunctious boy's voice echoed out, as his coffin audibly thrashed around. He wasn't going to just hang there without putting up a fight...
The young man, whose bed of hair was as pale as his heart was frigid, laughed in response to the accusation. "I'm sorry, I don't know who that is. But the boy you're referring to seems like an interesting individual. I'll have to check up on him later, see if he's worth his salt. For now, how about I tell you all who you are, and what I'm about to do to you? Oh, but first, where are my manners?"
"I am Atlas Grimwald. Head and Owner of Atlas Corp. And I have brought you four here as bases for me to overlay some lovely personalities onto. That's right. You're all nothing more than bodies to be twisted. Now how's that for a cruel Fate, mmm?" Atlas laughed, before turning to each coffin in turn. All while rattling off the names of the people in the coffins...
"Magatsuchi Shouta. Young companion of the 'Goddess' Quetzalcoatl, and a victim of constant erotic teasing. Awfully fitting considering what I'm planning for you."
Shouta gasped. He knew that... Was that why he had grabbed him..? N-No, that couldn't be... F-Furthermore, what was that about overlaying..!?
"Inugami Kotaro. Companion to one Negi Springfield, and an impressive fighter despite your age. Now what if all that fighting simply wasn't enough? What if that lust was twisted every time you lost?"
"Oh, I'll fight alright! Let me out and I'll show you just how strong I am!" Kotaro shouted, still fighting against the Coffin with very little regard for how it was trapping him...
"Tsukuyomi Shirabe. Symphogear Wielder and one of six Saviors. You're very in tune with music as a result, so I'm sure you're bound to enjoy the classics that I've prepared for you. Of course, it might make you forget that idiot friend of yours, who almost prevented your capture."
Shirabe remained quiet. Kiri-chan... She had to hope that she could come to their rescue. And if not, then maybe...
"And finally, Yoshimoto Shizuka. An adorable little girl with her head in her books, and unable to communicate outside of the texts in those books. Don't worry. You won't need to communicate when everyone's assumptions about your nature are true, and when your body can do all the talking for you."
Shizuka gasped. She didn't know who this bad kid was, nor why she had been picked. But without her phone, without her Rentaro... W-What was she to do..?
Atlas laughed again as he clapped his hands together. "I would've loved to simply process you and send you off to my clients. But this is a bit of a rush order, hence the overlay method. Don't worry, your 'rebirth' will be painless. And maybe a little bit addictive, we've had certain return cases, if you catch my drift."
His laugh only continued to echo as a feather slowly started to drift down in front of the four victims' faces, as a certain kind of warmth gradually enveloped them...
"Is that... A P-Phoenix's feather..?"
Kotaro recognized the similar concept of the feather, right before the warmth swallowed him whole and forced him to sleep. Just like the other three, with soft snores echoing from each coffin...
As the power within each feather began to fuel their rebirths, and the power of the coffins they were stuck inside...
---
"Ah, Shizuka, you must be proud of what you have. There's not a lot of girls your age that end up looking that pretty, you know?"
Shizuka blinked a few times as she realized that she was standing in the library of her school. And... A silhouetted figure was talking to her. A figure that looked eerily like... Hakari-san..? N-No, she was too shadow-y to be Hakari-san...
But what did she mean by... Pretty? As far as Shizuka knew, most people just... They just thought she was weird because she didn't speak, so why did they...
"I mean, look at those puppies! I bet you've been drawing the eye of every boy in school!"
P-Puppies? What did she-
Shizuka let out a muted gasp as she was shocked to the very core of her tiny body. Looking down, she was faced with an incredibly large bust. E-Even bigger than H-Hakari-san's mom's bust. B-But... H-Huh..?
There was something really strange about these breasts. And it wasn't... that they were hanging from her chest... In fact, it kind of felt like they had always been on her. No, the weird part was how light they were. Or maybe it wasn't that they weren't light...
Maybe she had just gotten used to them... B-But... She... She hadn't had these for... Uh... Uhm... Wait... She... She had these since she was even younger, didn't she..?
"Of course you've been drawing everyone's eyes. The boys are young, but you've been taking part in those night classes! Honestly, a woman your age, still on the bench... It's really hot, you know?"
Shizuka trembled a little as that horny voice tickled away at her ear once again. She didn't understand it. It sounded like Hakari-san's voice, yet Hakari-san would never say something like that. And more importantly, since when did she...
When did she... Uhm... Wait, that's right... Yeah... Because of how people thought about her, she didn't want to really bring too much attention to herself... That was why, since she hadn't been able to get good grades when she was working through high school the first time around, she returned to the bench for night classes. Right, that was...
R-Right? That still felt kind of wrong, but... Uhm...
"And you do all of that while still walking those streets? You're soooo responsible, that's soooo hot, you know, Shizuka? By the way, who's the Daddy?"
W-walking those streets? D-Daddy? What was...
More and more fog flooded its way over Shizuka's mind. All while that silhouette's hands kept on creeping all over her body. A body that changed with every breath she drew, a body that was getting reflected in a mirror...
Where had that mirror come from? She wasn't quite sure... But she definitely could tell what had happened to her now, or at least... What she was always like. Of course that was how she was like, wasn't it? This was the path she had taken in life...
Since people were always ogling her when she was younger, and since people really couldn't communicate with her because she was too shy... She used her body to do the talking. Which was how she had gained a special reputation...
Why Shizuka was currently dressed in a painfully short pair of shorts that had long since had the front button popped off from how big she had grown. Combine that with the thong that was digging into her hips, and she was a real sight to behold...
Especially when paired with the cause of that button-poppin' action. That belly of hers. How far along was she at the moment? not sure. She had a couple of marks along the side of her pregnant belly, showing how often she had been pregnant... She was on her... Fifth, at this point..?
Not that she had a problem with having been pregnant that much. She was clearly good at it. And people paid her. Why else would there be wads of cash stuck in her fishnets or her ample cleavage? Especially when she had a tendency to bend over and pick up the coins that her clients teased her with... Giving them a real coin slot to peek into...
"So how's the Sugar Daddy? He's taking good care of the kiddos, isn't he?"
Sugar Daddy... Yeah, of course he is. He also funded her little career practically all on his own...
Shizuka licked her lips, which had plumped up and decked out in golden lipstick while she wasn't even really looking at herself. Which fit the gold eyeshadow too. Yeah... Daddy took good care of her when she wasn't out on the street or currently studying...
He had helped her get this pretty. It was only fair that she paid him back. It was only fair that he helped knock her up again... And only fair that he would help improve her a little more.
"Oh, by the way, he actually told me to come and get you. He's probably wanting the usual. You know, don't you?"
Of course Shizuka knew. She was an experienced street walker, who kept up both her studying and her job even while she was luggin' around a new kiddo. Of course she knew what the usual was, otherwise she wouldn't have gotten all prettied up in anticipation.
A soft, barely audible giggle left Shizuka's plump lips. As she strutted her way out of the library, so she could go get picked up by Daddy. Her rump bouncing so freely despite the tight pants, and her ample bosom threatening to pop free from her barely buttoned top. She'd keep it nice and tight until she got to Daddy. And then...
Ehe. He always got into the mood when he saw her strutting with her high heels and her sexy sway. She knew exactly what he liked. Her. And everything she could do to make his horny dreams come true...
Yes. This was her life. The life of a slutty street walker who had been at it for years, and the life of a real Daddy's Girl to boot...
---
"Now, Shouta. You just have to stir it a little more. You're almost ready."
Shouta blinked a couple of times as he found himself... Back home? In his little workshop? With a cauldron full of... Oh, oh dear, it was starting to flow over. And yet...
And yet the soothingly sultry voice that 'awoke' him... It was telling him to keep stirring. He didn't know what he was stirring, he just knew that he had to keep doing it. That was... that was what he did, wasn't it? Yeah, he usually concocted all sorts of weird mixtures. All for the sake of making a demon...
...Making..? No, he was... He was supposed to be summoning one, wasn't he..?
"N-No, I don't... I don't want to..." He muttered, only to gasp as he felt something pressing against his back. Something extremely soft... Kind of like... L-Lucoa's... Breasts...
"Sssssh. Don't worry. Just keep stirring. It's all going to be alright. You've been wanting this for so long, it's your dream..." The sultry voice even sounded like Lucoa... Just... Without the airheadedness that usually stuck with her. But that just made it that much harder to fight back against.
Shouta knew that he shouldn't be stirring the contents within the cauldron. It was a proverbial death sentence. And yet here he was. Doing just that. Stirring away at the mixture, even worrying fumes started to waft from it. No, they weren't just fumes...
They were the aphrodisiac scents that a Succubus would secrete. That usually meant that his brew was nearing completion. Yet at the same time, he never wanted to summon a Succubus, much less become one...
"It's time, Shouta. You know what to do. You shouldn't hesitate, your dream is right in front of you..."
This wasn't Shouta's dream. Far from it. It was... It was a perversion of his dream. He didn't want this, far from it. And yet at the same time...
He slowly reached into the pot. Into the bubblingly hot concoction. It was obviously dangerous. Horrendously so. And yet he couldn't stop himself. It was like the Succubus scent, when coupled with the Lucoa-like voice that had been talking to him, had managed to seduce him so badly that all of his control had just faded away...
Leading to the boy near-eagerly climbing into the cauldron. Regardless of the dangers that it posed. If anything, the dangers were what drew him into it. He didn't even bother trying to hold his breath or protect himself, he just let the cauldron swallow him whole...
A haunting giggle echoed from the voice that had been goading him on. All while the substance quickly started to mess with his body. Messing with the fundamental parts of what made Shouta who he was...
It all started to sink into him. More and more of the substance flooded into him. As he grew heavier... Heavier... No, it wasn't that he was growing heavier. It was like he was growing denser. With power...
But also...
"HaaaaaaHHHHHH!"
An erotic scream echoed through his little proverbial atelier, as the cauldron broke apart. Leaving a black mark on the floor below, as the boy was once again revealed to the world...
Not that he was a boy any longer. Not that she was a he any longer. Nay, she was much more than she was before. And it all started with the soft moan that left her lips as she slowly looked at herself...
After parting her hair, of course. Her hair had turned a deep shade of abyssal black, making her look like she had come from the deepest depths of whatever world demons came from...
Something that was only enhanced by how plump her body had become. She looked like she had lived for ages upon ages, growing older and stronger, and more maternal in turn...
Her hips were made for breeding. Her breasts, heavier than her head yet not at all a problem for a Succubus like her, were a byproduct of how much she had been bred. And those lips of hers, as dark as her hair, were perfect for pelting the kind of boys that really got her in a mood in a torrent of kisses...
Shouta barely even registered who she had once been. That was how potent the transformation into a Succubus had been. The only thing she could vaguely recall was why she was in the room in the first place...
"Mmmmm... Mommy was... Oh, what was Mommy doing again? Goodness, my age is catching up to me, isn't it?" 'Mommy' giggled softly to herself as she let her delicate yet dangerous fingers play with that maternal chub on her belly, all while humming softly to herself as her power started to spread from her body onto the floor below...
A magical circle formed, and several windows opened up in front of her. Magical windows that led to the many homes in the entire city. Some showing many older men and women, well, older by human standards. And some... Some led to the kind of ripe boys and girls that she was craving...
"My my... Mommy, you've really outdone yourself. You've hit the jackpot, haven't you?" 'Mommy' chimed to herself, trembling as she felt her tail grinding against her nethers. She hadn't even bothered to dress up in any way, letting her naked and mature body be as exposed as it naturally would be...
Because why should she bother putting any clothes on when she was bound to have a bit of fun soon? There were so many delicious looking boys and girls... And she couldn't wait to dig in...
A haunting giggle echoed as she slipped into one of those windows. All while the full moon hung over the city, the moon slowly growing tainted and pink as the Succubus began to indulge...
The whole city was like dinner for her... And boy, was she starving...
---
"Is that all you've got, boy? Aren't you supposed to be strong or something?"
Kotaro grit his teeth. He had woken up on the ground. A familiar piece of ground too, the path where he had met Negi for the first time. And yet...
The guy that was currently hovering over him wasn't Negi. He was basically a living silhouette. How in the world had he been beaten by a shadow..?
"Ah, doesn't really matter. Here. A curse for your trouble. Come and try and beat me if you want it undone."
The figure laughed, vanishing before Kotaro's very eyes. All while he suddenly felt a fire erupting through his entire body. Causing the boy to barely be able to pull himself up, all while the burning sensation flooded its way through him...
"W-What's going on..? What's this... feeling..?" Kotaro muttered, as the burning was soon replaced by a heavy feeling across his entire body...
When he tried to get a good look at himself, a blush worked its way across his cheeks. His body...
Her body. Whatever this curse was, it had turned him into a girl. Not just any kind of girl either, one that was as developed as Chizuru-nee... No, she was even bigger than she was. Not only that, but...
Every breath she drew just caused her to tremble that much more. The curse didn't just make her into a girl with a big pair of breasts and a fat butt, but she also ended up really sensitive. So much so that her clothes, which were basically just scraps at this point, ended up making her feel all sorts of weird too...
"Damnit... Damnit, I'll get back at him..!" Kotaro muttered, all while still blushing as she tried to handle her brand new self...
Unaware of the heart that had formed right above her crotch...
---
"So, what's that now? The tenth loss? You should know, Bitch."
Kotaro panted. Not because she was exhausted. Rather, she had barely even put up a fight. She had lost count of how many times she had lost to that silhouette...
Just as she had lost count of how many times she had given in like this. Every time she lost, he put another curse on her. She didn't know when she had gotten a curse that made her this needy for punishment, but it had definitely been effective. Otherwise, she wouldn't be squatting down in front of him right now...
Kotaro had been trying his best to keep up his training and did his best to grow stronger. Partly because of Negi, partly to protect those he cared about. But Bitch, the weakling that she had become after all these curses? She had no concept of training. No concept of even fighting back.
It was why she didn't wear anything. All she wore was a collar with her name, Bitch, engraved in it. She had lost the concept of her name thanks to these curses. Now she was just Bitch. Which was also engraved right above her rear, in case anybody was too oblivious to miss her nametag...
"Give... Give it to me..." Bitch panted and gasped. She could smell it. Of course she could. Another one of the curses that had been cast on her was enhancing her sense of smell. All so that she could be drawn towards the thing hiding in his pants.
The shadowed silhouette cracked a grin. "You know how to beg for it, Bitch. Don't act like you don't." His voice was like music to her ears. Also caused by yet another curse...
Or was it just because she had deluded herself into believing that she had been cursed this much? She could barely even remember the times that he had cursed her, and the times that she hadn't been cursed. Either way, she found herself getting down on her back, begging like a real Bitch would...
"Breed me..! Breed me, Master!" She cried out. Just as she had done every other time he had beaten her. She couldn't beat him. No matter how much she tried.
Even if she had long since stopped trying. Even if he had long since stopped cursing her, because there was no point in cursing a natural slut like her. One that had only grown sluttier and sluttier with every little curse he added.
Right now, she looked like she had been used several times over. Even though she had lost track of time, she definitely shouldn't have been pregnant with those five that were tallied up on her thigh. Or... Had she been? It was hard for Bitch to really know.
And when Master slid into her, just as he had done so many times before when she offered herself like this to him? She didn't really need to think about anything. She couldn't. She wouldn't. All of her individual thoughts shut down, all for the sake of the one thing that she craved most of all.
"Master's cock! Master's cock!" The sluttified Bitch cried out as she felt him thrusting in and out of her. Her breasts bouncing wildly in response to the powerful thrusts down below... All while she was getting the satisfaction that she craved...
This... This was what she had been waiting for. What she, as a cursed Bitch, lived for. What she hoped to experience every time she foolishly showed up to try and challenge her Master...
To be pinned down and bred, like the weak and submissive Bitch that she was...
---
"This tune... It's very soft..."
Shirabe woke to the sound of... Mozart, was it? She wasn't the best in school, partly due to her upbringing and partly because of all the heroics that she had to focus on, but she had picked up on a couple of classical composers here and there...
So the fact that she woke up in a rather ornate looking chair, while listening to such a fine tune... It felt rather strange. Given what that boy had said, wasn't she supposed to be turned into something..?
"Kiri-chan..." She muttered, as she tried to look around, trying to scope out the place she found herself in. Anything to try and figure out where she might be, so she could call on Kiri-chan and the others...
But she both recognized the place and didn't recognize it. She had never seen a white and regal room like this before. Yet at the same time, her mind definitely registered it as a place she had been before. Which didn't make any sense at all...
And to make matters worse, it was making her head ache. She needed to do something to deal with that ache, and fast. She wasn't just living for her own sake any longer, after all...
Wait. Her own sake..?
A gasp left Shirabe's lips as she felt a kick down below. And her hand immediately gravitated to her stomach. She was... Pregnant? No, that shouldn't be possible...
And yet, she was. Not only that, but she felt a lot older than she had been before. Which would explain why she was pregnant... N-No, that didn't explain anything. That just muddied the waters even more.
Slowly but surely, Shirabe lifted herself from the chair she found herself waking up in, and walked towards one of the larger shelves in the back of the room. Passing by a mirror in the process, one that caused her to stop and turn her head to gaze upon her body...
Instead of the slim and young Tsukuyomi Shirabe, she saw an older woman looking back at her. She still had most of the same traits, like her twin-tailed hair and her quiet stare... But it was like she had been prettied up in ways.
The purple dress she wore, for one. It felt expensive. But it also exposed her bosom and her stomach in such a way that people might actually think she'd want them to stare... Those simpletons...
Shirabe shook her head as her hands drifted onto her hips. They were practically heart shaped with how wide they were. And not only that, but it felt like every step she took in those high, high heels... Each step served to just emphasize the subtle way her butt bounced in this dress...
Well, of course she wanted to emphasize it. She was growing older, and she needed the younger members of the extended royal family to keep an eye on her. So that she could pull herself a little plaything or two. Maybe even a younger husband...
A younger husband that could grab those twintails of hers, which had long since grown extra long and spiraling to make her vaguely look like she belonged as part of the upper class, all so he could fill her with more confidence...
"Ugh, my head. These thoughts are killing me..." Shirabe muttered, deciding to try and ignore her mind swirling at several miles per hour. All by listening to the sweet tune of Mozart's symphonies in the background...
While at the same time reaching for one of the bottles of wine that she had on display, popping it open like it was nothing special and pouring it rather haphazardly into one of her glasses. She didn't care much for the spill, the pink-haired servant girl would clean that up later. Goodness, no, she wasn't about to clean up after herself.
She didn't even bother to try and pace herself. No, Shirabe just chugged the whole glass like it was nothing. Not even flinching as she let the alcohol do its magic. All while she sighed sweetly to herself, her free hand currently resting on her stomach...
For a rich woman who had been a little too... Frisky, given the child dwelling in her womb and waiting for its time to be born... She was awfully irresponsible. Even with that responsibility hanging on her stomach.
No matter. She would meet up with Kirika later. Then, the two of them would indulge in their favorite pastime. Getting absolutely hammered using some of the most expensive wine they could find. And from there, having a bit of fun with the family...
Thanks to the wine rushing through her system, there was very little of Shirabe's real mind that was able to poke through. And as she was already growing intoxicated and more than ready to have a little bit of fun with the younger men...
There was no way back for her, as she sank further and further into enriched and matured debauchery...
---
"And with that, their rebirths have all completed. See? I told you that I could help you out with one of these jobs, dear."
Atlas smirked as he gazed upon the four coffins lined up against one another. Now displaying the transformed forms of each of the victims he had plucked from their respective worlds and stuffed into his little collection. All while his dear wife was wrapping her arms around him...
"You didn't have to go so far and help me out, Suzaku. You know that the tech can handle their transformations just as smoothly." The short albino said, reaching up to his dearest wife's cheek as he pulled her slightly closer, all so he could plant a loving kiss on that wonderful cheek of hers. "But please, don't think that means I don't appreciate what you've done here. It really is impressive, using your abilities to force a brand new rebirth on them."
His red-haired wife wrapped her wings around him as well, pulling him properly into her arms as she took his seat and held him on her lap. The benefit of a height difference between lovers. "It's all for my little Emperor. You know I'd do anything. Now please. How about you stay quiet and enjoy the rest of the show, and then you and I..."
Oh, she was in one of those moods. No wonder she wanted to help. Atlas laughed a little, before turning his attention towards the four transformed victims. Licking his lips, despite the fact he wasn't going to partake in them. Their clients were still waiting after all.
The shy and easily teased Shouta had become 'Mommy', a Succubus that could strike terror into the hearts of man... All while indulging her aged needs...
The rough and rowdy Kotaro had become 'Bitch', a submissive mess of a woman who was no doubt ready to bear her new Master's litter the moment she arrived...
The quiet and heroic Shirabe had become nothing more than a rich drunk aunt, and once he finished processing her partner Kirika, the two would be perfect for the young man that ordered a matching pair of horny and doting aunts.
And finally, the girl with the communication difficulties... Shizuka still wasn't the type to talk. But her body did all the talking for her, and she was more than ready to milk her new Sugar Daddy dry for all the cash she needed...
He had made a pretty penny using what was essentially recycled material. And since that was the case...
Who's to say he couldn't rope his dear Suzaku into helping him like this another time, ehe...