ROYAL REWARD: Tohka’s Dream House, Part 2 (Furniture TF, Date A Live) (Patreon)

Yoshino’s hair flapped as she hopped down the stairs. “Hey, Natsumi!” she called, through Yoshinon. “Hey! Where the hell are you?! It’s time for school, you stupid–” 

Poking her head into the kitchen, she scowled to see Natsumi wasn’t there. She didn’t get much better results from the living room: there was even less sign of the Witch there than there was of the missing couch.  

In fact, a quick tour of the house revealed no sign of her anywhere. Retreating to the kitchen, she crossed her arms and frowned. Where could she be? She wouldn’t have gone ahead without her, would she? No, they’d walked to school together every day for the last three months – Natsumi wouldn’t just change her mind and leave without her! Was it something she’d said? No, that couldn’t be right – she barely said anything. 

Yoshinon shook her head. “Who knows what she’s up to? That little witch is crazy!” Yoshino shushed her.

Taking a seat at the table, she sat there swinging her legs and hoping Natsumi would miraculously turn up…

(Mmmmmphf! Mmmmmphf! Mmmmphf!)

…before deciding it wasn’t going to happen. With a sigh, she stood and made to go. Even if Natsumi had left, she might still be able to catch up to her…

As she headed for the door, however, she happened to catch sight of the sink. Or at least the spot it was meant to be in. Someone had mentioned it was missing, but for some reason it hadn’t really sink– sunk in yet. Now, she realized what that meant. How were they supposed to get a nice cold glass of water? Use the tap in the bathroom or something? She shivered. 

The more she thought about it, the more bizarre and the more terrifying she found the concept. The sink couldn’t just be missing! It was part of their home! It was meant to be there! It had to be! They couldn’t just take it from them! That was so–! It was so wrong…! 

Approaching its former place, she tried to visualize it. Their sink, their beautiful, perfect sink that those awful renovators had stolen. The image filled her head, grander and grander in its perfection, so lovely she almost wished she could reach in and touch it. 

Yoshinon slipped from her hand and fell to the floor. Ignoring her, Yoshino seized the counter, clambered up onto it, and dropped her legs into the square hole where the sink sat.

Three pipes protruded from the darkness: one for cold water, one for hot, and one for the waste water poured down the drain. Her perfect sink would need to connect to all three of them. 

Standing on the counter, Yoshino kicked off her shoes and peeled off her socks and untied the neckerchief of her uniform, and tossed all of them into the dark of the empty spot. Only as she dropped her skirt, however, did she realize what she was doing:

“H-huh?! Wh-what’s going on–?! Why–?! Yoshinon?!” She tried to stop, to look around and find her, but no matter how hard she fought, her body moved as if on autopilot. Tossing her skirt into the hole, she seized her panties and removed them as well, gasping as the cool air tickled her nethers. 

Tossing her underwear, she removed her top and her bra as well, and with that she was naked. 

“H-help me…” she said, as she lowered herself unwillingly into the hole. “S-somebody…!” 

Her mouth stretched wide, wide open.

Eyes also wide, she lowered herself into the hole as if it were a swimming pool, bent down, and wrapped her open mouth around the waste water pipe as if it were the most natural thing in the world. 

Aiiii! Aiii! Aiiiiiiii! Gross! Gross! Gross! She flinched in disgust, struggling to pull free. T-take it out! Take it out! 

Her lips slid even farther down the pipe, till its end threatened to pass down her throat outright. Stuck there, trembling and moaning muffled moans, Yoshino fought to pull free, but it just wasn’t possible. 

As if lifted by an invisible harness, the lower half of her body floated impossibly into the air, bringing her naked, exposed nethers over the two other pipes. She squealed as they rubbed against her, digging their hard edges into her thighs. 

Ignoring her pleas for mercy, the magic controlling her promptly seized her hips and twisted them 90 degrees down, leaving her squealing at the tension in her spine. What was it doing to her? What was it doing? What was–?

The magic pressed down, forcing her hips onto the pipes. And forcing the pipes into her lower holes, one for her vagina and one for her butthole. 

Yoshino screamed a scream that was heard from every drain and tap in the city. 

Nnnnn~! Nnnnnn! Make it stop! Make it stop! Holding her in place, the magic forced her lower, lower, forcing the pipes deeper and deeper inside her in the process. She could feel them, feel them stretching her body around them, warping her flesh till she was certain it would tear and striking her with terrible, alien feelings like nothing she’d ever felt before. Nnnnn~! Make it stoooooop! 

The pipes kept going, wiggling till they were firmly entranced inside her. By the time they finally stopped, they were deep inside her stomach – there seemed no chance of them ever being removed. Help me! Help me, please! Someone heeeelp me…! 

Her body rippled like a puddle struck by a stone, and her head and her torso melted, flowing into each other till it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. The latter twisted till her chest faced the ceiling, while her nipples – rigid with strange pleasure – migrated northward, coming to rest over her buttocks, where they grew larger and larger with every passing second. With her face buried in the hole, she couldn’t see it, but she felt them swelling, growing more and more sensitive, till the touch of the air alone made her want to whimper. 

Now, as her melting body reached the edge of the gap in the counter, another ripple passed through her, and her nipple-less chest sank into itself as if excavated. Since her torso had fused with her head, this hollowing spread all the way down through her former skull, till it felt as if the interior of her mouth had been exposed to the open air. It was infinitely strange and made worse by how good it felt. 

The rippling ceased, replaced by the opposite: a crackling stillness, as if her cells were turning to ice. Blinded, Yoshino couldn’t see what was happening, until abruptly her vision returned, and she found herself looking out from the center of her chest. Two spires of dark brown flesh surrounded her – her nipples? 

Looking down, she squealed: her body was a basin, and its skin was turning bright and silver and shiny. The same was true of her nipples, which curled into a pair of spouts and promptly froze. At the last second, each sprouted another large nodule – unlike the rest of them, they didn’t turn wholly silver but gained a little color too: one red and one blue.

A terrible image passed through Yoshino’s mind. N-no. No. It wasn’t possible, was it? She couldn’t be–

Down in the basin of her altered body, the back of her former mouth gained a little grill, and something sprouted from between her nipples – it felt like her tongue, but only loosely – and stretched all the way down into her bowl, where it plugged the hole of her former mouth just like a… Well.

At last, the changes ceased. Yoshino squealed inside, struggling to move with all her strength. She couldn’t be a sink. She couldn’t be. She couldn’t be. 

Sh-Shido! Shido! Miku! Natsumi! Please, somebody heeeeelp me…! 

***

The door flew open at the lightest kick of her boot. “Helloooooooooooooo! Hellooooooooooooooooooooooo! Hey, is anyone here?” 

Striding into the house, Kaguya Yamai put her hands on her hips and cocked her head in thought. “Huh, I guess whoever left last forgot to lock it this morning.” 

“Rebuttal,” said Yuzuru, following her into the hallway. “We did not see either Natsumi or Yoshino at school today. Therefore it seems likely that one if not both decided to stay home.” 

“Uh, rebuttal to your rebuttal, dummy! If Natsumi or Yoshino are here, why didn’t they respond when I called hellllo?!” She thought about this a little more. “Actually, I guess if Yoshino’s the one, she might have difficulty with that, huh?” 

“Agreement: I also find that possible.” 

Leaving the hallway behind them, they crept into the kitchen, looking this way and that for Natsumi and/or Yoshino, but despite their assumptions, there was no sign of either the witch or the hermit. On the other hand, something that had been missing was back again.

“Hey, look,” said Kaguya, approaching the counter. “Ratatoskr finally replaced the sink. Look it’s all piped up and everything.” Seizing the taps she gave them a nice twist and grinned and water poured into the basin.

(Nnnnnnah! Oooooooooooh! St-stop! Stop! Turn it off! Turn it offfffff…!)

“Observation: we also appear to have acquired an additional chair.” She indicated one of the wooden ones at the table; unlike the others, it had a light green cushion.

(You stupid pair of–! It’s me! I’m not a chair, I’m–!)

“Neat,” said Kaguya. “I wonder if this means they’ve replaced everything. I really wanna throw myself on the couch and watch some TV…” 

“Agreement.” 

They strolled into the living room, but despite the renovations of the kitchen, it remained distinctly couchless. Indeed, there was little sign anyone had been in it at all. 

“Ugh, now what are we gonna do?!”

“Suggestion: we could drag the chairs in from the kitchen?” 

“But I don’t wanna sit in one of the crummy chairs from the kitchen! I wanned to throw myself into a big, plump couch! It’s just not the same!” 

Groaning, she strolled to the spot where it had been sitting. The renovators had replaced the floorboards apparently, so there was little sign it had ever actually been there, but Kaguya could still see it clearly in her head. She closed her eyes and concentrated, as if by thinking hard enough she could will it back into existence. 

Yuzuru took up a spot beside her. “Introspection: the absence of the couch makes me feel much more strongly than expected.” 

“Yeah,” said Kaguya. “I kinda feel the same.” Tightening her eyes, she furrowed her brow in thought. “Say, Yuzuru, if you were to buy your perfect couch, what would it look like?” 

For several seconds, Yuzuru was silent. “Description: a large, two-piece sofa with an orange and purple color scheme. Additionally, it must come with sufficient cushions for my delicate rear.” 

Kaguya smirked. “Huh. That’s funny – that’s pretty much what I was thinking too. …Minus the cushions for your butt, anyway.” She sighed. “I really wish we had a perfect couch like that…” 

Like a turntable, Kaguya swiveled. Swiveled and took a seat in the air. “E-eh?!” Even as her eyes snapped open in shock, Yuzuru spun and did the same right next to her. “H-hey! What are you doing?” 

“Confusion: what are you doing?!” 

“I-I don’t know!” Kaguya squirmed, trying to stand, but her legs were locked in place – no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t move. Yuzuru wiggled as well, but she had no more success than Kaguya. “What the heck is happening to us?!” 

“Supposition:,” said Yuzuru, ceasing her squirming, “we are being affected by the Angel of an enemy Spirit.” 

“An enemy Spirit?!” Kaguya’s eyes snapped wide open. “B-b-but why would they attack us–?! And what the heck are they trying to–?!” 

Her right arm snapped upright, as if she’d placed it on an imaginary armrest. Beside her, Yuzuru raised her left arm and did the same. 

“H-hey!” A bead of sweat flew from Kaguya’s face. “Wh-what the heck is happening nooooooahh! Ah! Ah! Nnnnn~!” 

A sudden tension formed deep in her core, as if someone had hooked her up to a canister of gas and spun the nozzle. With a boing, her stomach exploded, instantly blown to a ball so fat and round she looked pregnant. “Aiiiiii!” 

“E-e-exclamation: Kaguya, I feel very–Nnnnah! Ah! Oh!” Boing! Kaguya could only stare as her sister swelled as well – soon Yuzuru had a big pregnant belly just as fat and as round as her own. 

She squirmed, screwing up her eyes as the feeling of it. Her stomach felt like it would explode at any second… “Wh-what do we do?!” 

“Response: I do not knoooooow!” 

If she’d expected the tension inside her to fade, she was wrong: in fact, it grew stronger and stronger. Grew stronger and started to spread from her stomach up to her chest and down to her legs, leaving her gasping and red-faced as her boobs and her thighs thickened to match it. Squishing against each other, they squeaked as they rubbed. Kaguya screamed – she felt so sensitive all of a sudden, and from the sounds Yuzuru was making, she must feel much the same: “Nnnn! Nnnnnnn! K-Kaguya…! Kaguya…! Nnnnnn~!” 

The tension spread to Kaguya’s right arm. She managed to open her eyes just long enough to see what happened to it: like a balloon, it inflated as well, but instead of just growing bigger, it assumed a new shape as well, as if squeezed into a mold. By the time it stopped, it was an almost perfect cylinder. She squealed. 

Yuzuru’s left arm underwent the exact change, and now, as if that wasn’t enough, Kaguya’s right arm started tingling. She expected it to explode, but instead it did the opposite: shriveling till it was as thin and as flimsy as an unworn sock. Yuruzu’s copied it, and their swelling bodies squeezed their flat new limbs together. 

“Nnnn~! Yuzuruuu!” 

“Response: Nnnnn~! Kaguyaaaaa!” 

With every second that passed, they seemed to grow a little thicker, their skin creaking with the pressure of holding in its new contents. Their school uniforms, snapped taut, gave up the ghost in parts and pieces, losing one button after another and finally splitting outright with a series of loud rrips. Yuzuru’s bra went at the same time as Kaguya’s panties, and with that, defeated, their clothes flowed from their bodies as if melted, pooling beneath them on the floor.

In the meantime, the pressure continued to grow stronger. Kaguya screwed up her eyes and moaned as the overstuffed sausages of her lower legs and upper met and fused, growing into a large, blocky support for the rest of her body to sit on. 

Meanwhile, their torsos swelled to meet their thickening necks, and it became hard to tell where their heads ended and the rest of them began. As they bloated, they stretched, assuming a wider, squarer shape, drawing their faces across them like two cartoonish inflatables’. 

Kaguya gasped. “Nnnn~! Yuzuru…!” With every second, it was a little harder to speak. 

“K-Kaguya!” 

“Yuzu…” 

“Kagu… ya…” 

At last, the stretching ceased, leaving her mouth drawn so taut she couldn’t close it, let alone speak.

The rest of her body didn’t feel much better: by now it had blown so large that almost every part of her body was squished against another part of her, unable to move more than a millimeter without rubbing. As if that wasn’t bad enough on her own, she was pressed against Yuzuru, who had it even worse: her boobs had grown so big you could barely even see her face behind them. She whimpered, emitting little squeaks and moans. 

As a wave of tingling passed through her and into Yuzuru, who felt like she was nothing but an extension of her now. Nnn~! Yuzuru! 

Kaguya! 

As the tingling spread, her eyes closed and faded and her mouth shut forever, and her hair flowed downward over her face and her chest, spilling over her body like a can of paint, while the molten puddle of her clothes flowed upwards and spread in thin rivulets around her, adding a nice purple accent to her warped, misshapen form.  

With that, at last, the changes came to an end. 

Sitting there, Kaguya struggled to recover her bearings and move. What had happened to them?! No matter how hard she tried to move, she couldn’t, and when she looked down, all she saw was– Well, it looked kinda like the seat of a couch, only that couldn’t be right, because it was supposed to be her legs, so how–?! Yuzuru! What happened to us?! 

Yuzuru’s voice, in her head, sounded breathless. Sp-speculation: I believe we have been transformed into a couch. 

It took Kaguya a second to process that. A c-c-couch?! How?! She gasped in realization. N-Natsumi! That little witch! She must have–

Correction: I do not believe our transformation matches the characteristics of Natsumi’s.

B-but if Natsumi didn’t do it, then who…? 

Confession: I do not know.

Kaguya swallowed. And who’s going to turn us back…?

Yuzuru didn’t answer.