(Fate/Grand Order TF, Wonka-style TF, Blueberry TF)
“There’s been something of a problem.”
If anything, it was the greatest understatement Gudako had heard in her life. Of course, Sion was like that: calm and calculating, never one to cause a panic.
Still, couldn’t she at least have warned Gudako a little more?
“Good afternoon, Master!” Mash practically bounced on her heels, her new purple suit oddly a perfect shade for her hair. It also contrasted quite nicely with the bloated saint behind her.
What had once been Jeanne D’Arc was now a positive whale of… An alpaca? It was hard to tell, with all that thick blonde wool, but Gudako was quite sure that sheep didn’t have their heads quite so high above their bodies. Then again, with how spherical the creature was, it was hard to tell just how stretched her neck was.
“Maaah-ah… Thturrrr…” Jeanne, only recognizable by her headdress and ponytail, slurred like a complete idiot. Clearly whatever had swollen her up into this… form… had also affected her brain.
“I really wasn’t ready for this when you brought me here,” Ishtar, Gudako’s summoned companion tutted, hovering at the girl’s side. “Still, it’s not as though this roundness is unappealing…”
Of all of the things Gudako had a goddess of beauty to say, that was—well, it should have been far from the top of the list. But given how eccentric Ishtar was, Gudako really should have seen it coming.
“See? I knew this was an amazing idea! Why, Master, look at this. I’ve made her into a total alpacamallow! She’s big, soft, fluffy, and a self-sustaining source of wool.” Mash strutted in a small circle around Jeanne, admiring her craft.
Jeanne’s reply was to bleat in miserable humiliation.
“And I’m sure the fact that she still has breasts is for aesthetics?” Ishtar chuckled snarkily.
Mash’s eyes gleamed, but before she could reply, Gudako held up a hand.
“I… I really need a moment to process what I’m seeing here. Start it over, please. From the beginning.” Gudako knew it was going to be one of those days. She’d gotten so used to saving humanity from disaster, she’d forgotten just how easily her world could slip into chaos.
“Well, you know how I happen to be a bit impressionable,” Mash smartly snatched an orange top hat from the table beside her, twirling it about a hand and placing it atop her head. “And how there’s been quite a few films I’ve been behind on…”
“So someone, probably BB, showed you Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?” Groaned Gudako.
“Wrong! And right at the same time, quite well done!” Mash chirped. “She did indeed show me a movie, but this incredible, sensational, marvelous creation is actually Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.”
Ishtar seemed to be completely lost by this explanation, but Gudako could offer her little more than a shrug in explanation. In truth, she didn’t quite know the difference between them either… Though that seemed to be a very dangerous thing to tell Mash at present.
“And… The fact that Jeanne happens to be too round to walk…” Gudako prompted, trying to get the girl back on track.
“Why, because she tried one of my marshmallow Plumpps, of course. That’s with three P’s in total, for ‘Proportioned Preposterously Portly!’ You see, it’s something of a play on words.”
“I don’t understand,” Ishtar rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Setting aside the fact that you somehow had the power to affect a saint’s Spirit Origin, how on Earth did you convince her to have one?”
“Well, that was somewhat tricky. You see, I knew she’d be perfect like this, but I wasn’t quite sure how to lead her to her fate. In the end, I had to tell her something of a white lie: that eating one would help her keep you warm.” Mash laid out the explanation simply and calmly, like she was discussing a typical day at work.
Gudako felt a shiver pass down her spine, but she beat the urge to shudder down. Instead, she locked eyes with her kouhai, trusting her not to take this much further. “Ishtar raises a good point here, Mash. How’d you ever manage to affect Jeanne? As a saint, her legend is revered enough that she should be immune to any foreign alteration. Well, outside of a… Holy… Grail…” She trailed off as she saw the gems inlaid into Mash’s top hat.
“Hm? What’s the matter, Master?” Ishtar blinked in confusion. She hovered a little higher, summoning her bow to help protect Gudako by any means necessary.
“Oops! No weapons allowed in the factory, Ishtar! I’ll just have to confiscate that,” Mash snapped her fingers, and a sextet of busty orange-skinned girls jogged out from behind the massive alpaca ball.
They all shared the same face, but were almost unrecognizable from the girls they’d been before. Only a few of their characteristics stood out: one was a bit leggier with a smaller chest; one was shorter than the others by far; one loomed over them; one sported glasses; and one seemed to have gloves that were a size larger than the rest. The last was an average of all of them, which meant that she could only have been BB, and the rest were her Alter Egos, the Sakura Five.
The sight of them so changed stunned Ishtar to inaction, and she barely reacted as they plucked her Divine Weapon from the air as though it was little more than a floating dust ball.
“Surprised? I couldn’t well have Oompa Loompas here, so you’ll have to settle for the Saku Rokus!” Mash snickered. “Look at them, they’re perfect! And best of all, even though they have actual goddesses tied into their Spirit Origins, they didn’t even put up so much as a fight.”
Gudako had heard something about that before. The more powerful someone’s imagination was, the more powerful their magic would be as well. For a shut-in book addict like Mash, that gave her nearly limitless potential.
“Master,” Ishtar began. She’d meant to say ‘We’re in trouble’ but instead something else altogether slipped past her perfect lips. “I feel funny!”
The second it burst from her mouth, she burst from her clothes. It was like a car’s airbag exploding: one second, Ishtar had been a slender, leggy, gorgeous goddess; the next she was a jiggling blue sphere. Or… Maybe ‘balloon’ would be a much better way to describe her. After all, from the way she so fluidly wobbled, she was clearly full of something.
“What the-” Gudako was at a complete loss for words. She stepped over towards her changed Servant, lifting a trembling hand towards Ishtar’s body.
It was clear that the goddess wanted to say something back, but she was so large that she couldn’t do much more than flap her hands. Her bulging chest pressed up against her chin and even her cheeks at the same time, sealing her mouth shut.
“Mmf mfff mffffppl!” Was the best that she could manage, a far cry from the caustic cattiness she’d have been able to sport seconds before.
Gudako knew that this was bad. She knew that she was in danger. But she couldn’t stop rubbing.
It was so strange. Despite being a rotund, massive fruit, Ishtar was just as beautiful as ever. Just looking at her made Gudako feel light and bubbly, like she’d had too much to drink. And touching her…
She pressed her palm further into Ishtar’s massive stretched belly, feeling her palm sink against her skin. The fruit was smoother than Gudako had expected, and there was a healthy shine to her body that seemed to glow even brighter the more she rubbed.
“Oh? Not even going to lecture me, are you?” Mash leaned in, a wry smirk on her face. “Not planning on telling me that you can’t have some kind of fruit as a Servant? Maybe demand I roll her off to be juiced at once?”
“J-juiced?” Gudako looked to the smiling Sakurafaces-no, Saku Rokus-but none of them seemed to have anything to say on the subject. Gudako really didn’t know where Mash was going with this. After all, she couldn’t remember much of that movie.
And why would she want to remember it, when faced with such a wonderful, big fruit. Wait… How did she even know that Ishtar was a fruit? Did she even care?
“Well, she’s full of juice, of course. There’s no air, water, or even marshmallow,” Mash paused to shoot a smirk over to the alpacamallow, who bleated miserably, “there at all! Oh, but I wouldn’t think about her too much if I were you. I really wouldn’t.”
“What are you talking about?” Gudako asked, absent-mindedly. Already her brain started to revolve around Ishtar’s swollen body like a moon orbits a planet. “I mean, as long as it’s Ishtar, it’s safe, right?”
“Well, in a certain sense. After all, there’s nothing more safe than snuggling up to a big, bloated belly. I’d imagine you have to feel so warm, so content, and certainly safe. Isn’t that right?” Mash grinned as she spoke.
Gudako nodded absently. Her body was completely on autopilot while she pet Ishtar reverently. It wasn’t that her brain was getting absorbed by Ishtar, she should only wish to be so lucky. Her brain was actually doing the absorbing, like a sponge dropped into an infinite ocean.
Meanwhile, Mash was having the absolute time of her life. “But I really have to warn you, I really wouldn’t if I were you. I really wouldn’t. Oh, shoot, did I already say that? Um… Line, line, what’s my line…”
“What kinda fruit is she?” Gudako half-hiccupped. She pressed her hand further into Ishtar’s body, marveling at the mixture of sensations. The ball’s skin was nice and warm, but the more Gudako pressed into it, the cooler she felt. It was like she almost had a normal body, but one that was flooded with some kind of miraculous juice. No, it had to be colder than juice…
“Oh? Why, she’s a blueberry, of course.” Mash beamed. “And I bet that just gives you all sorts of ideas about what you want to be, doesn’t it?”
Blueberry. Blueberry. Blue. Berry. Blue. The words bounced around in Gudako’s head, scrambling what little remained of her rationality. Her spherical servants bleated and mumbled to try and snap her back to reality, but they were as much use as the orange bimbos that Mash had already transformed.
“Blueberry babe stuffed with ice cream!” Gudako shouted, almost insensate with desire. She had one wish, one singular wish that was so all-encompassing that it would have been cruel for the Holy Grail not to grant it.
It was as instant as Ishtar’s transformation, yet Gudako’s brain savored every instant of it. She felt her petite body grow so abominably full that she was near bursting. She could feel the coldness of ice cream settle within her chest, just as she felt the rest of her body begin to heat up.
Somewhere between the two was a swirling, rippling, gushing pleasure just aching to be unleashed. Gudako wondered when it would happen, when she’d balloon out beyond all reason.
Then it all reached to a breaking point, and Gudako bulged into the new enormity that would be the rest of her existence.
It was a sudden stretching, everywhere at once. Some places were more affected than others, but she could still feel juice swirling through her limbs, through her head, and especially through her belly. She became to very, enormously round that it looked like her arms and legs were sucked into the rest of her.
Then she dropped from her legs onto the lower half of her sphere, and a new pleasure awakened in her world. It was the most incredible feeling she’d ever experienced in her life, and it was only getting better and better. Every rock of her heavy body made her shudder with absolute delight. Her hands flapped frantically, a silent plea for more sensation.
It was one Mash’s new helpers were all too willing to sate. The six woman surrounded their former Master, stroking her in much the same way she’d pet Ishtar.
Having her body so casually held and kneaded… For Gudako, it was all the confirmation she’d needed that she really had become some kind of jiggling, enormous fruit. She a giggled amorously, wriggling as the pressure from their strokes only increased.
“Behold, the creation of a giant senpai!” Mash giggled, trailing her fingers in small circles around Gudako’s blue belly button. “Only one thing left to make it perfect!”
Gudako had no idea what Mash meant. All she could feel was the wonderful sensation of being rubbed, strokes, squeezed. She could positively gush gallons, like the juiciest squeezed fruit to ever exist. But, just like any good fruit, she’d grow best with a little bit of song.
Saku Roku scritchety scratch
Someone’s had too much stuffed down their hatch
Saku Roku rumbly tum
Swollen with juice, Master has grown dumb!
It’s fun to fantasize about your needs
But be careful those thoughts don’t plant seeds
Otherwise you might end up getting large
Once all of those daydreams… take… charge!
(Here’s your new reality!)
Saku Roku go go go, go!
It’s wonderful to see how you grow
Fantasy has become your fate
Thank you so much for filling up your plate!
The orange-skinned girls pressed their buxom bodies close to Gudako as they sung, words intermingling with kisses placed tenderly upon her delicate blue skin. Her mind swirled down the drain, unable to perceive even the greatest motions her other changed friends were capable of.
She had no way of knowing that her former home’s troubles had only begun. After all, with a blueberry for a Master, it would only be a matter of time before the rest of the Servants fell into Mash’s clutches…