ROYAL REWARD: Halri’s High-Fashion Horror (Clothing TF, Fate, Illustrated) (Patreon)

Halri entered the laundromat in a slump of defeat. How did she, magus and Master both, still have to bring her own laundry here?! In the middle of a Grail War, no less?! 

Mumbling under her breath at the merciless whims of fate, she marched to the nearest machine, dumped her basket on the floor, and set about stuffing her clothes in. There was plenty of it – the Grail War had ruined so many of her outfits.

As she closed the door, she caught something glinting in the corner of her eyes. Leaving her own clothes to spin, she marched over. Someone had left their basket by the dryers and in it, a pile of freshly-dried clothing. That wasn’t what had drawn her attention though: why could she sense magical energy? 

Frowning, she rummaged in the pile. And snatched her hand back with a hiss as something pricked her. “Hey!” 

Sucking her thumb, she tried again. She found the culprit hidden beneath a stripey black-and-white bra: a big, golden needle with a noticeable magic aura – a Mystic Code. Only, what was it doing in this random laundry basket? 

As she puzzled over this, her thumb started to tingle. The sensation spread into the palm of her hand and from there up into her fingers and down her wrist, making her entire arm feel like it had goosebumps. Soon it reached her shoulder and was spreading rapidly through her torso. 

Halri went pale – dropping the needle, she stumbled back. Crap! Crap! What if it was poisoned?! What if this was all a trap from one of the other Masters?! 

She whirled on the spot, expecting the killing blow to come at any second. But nothing happened. Perhaps it didn’t need to: with every moment, the tingling spreading through her body grew a little worse.

She clasped her hand. What’s going to happen to me?! What’s–?!

Like a punctured balloon, her thumb deflated. 

Halri’s jaw dropped. Stammering, white-faced, she grabbed her wrist and squealed – just in time for it and the hand attached to it to shrivel into a spindly, skin-colored ribbon that flapped in the draft like a flag in the wind. Halri drew in a deep breath and screamed. 

As if startled, her other arm crumpled as well, instantly reduced to a flimsy sheet of flesh and fabric. Her legs shook – they lasted barely a second. With a squeal, she dropped, landing half in and half out of the clothing basket. “Oof!” 

She struggled to regain her strength and stand, but with her arms reduced to slender strips, it was all but impossible. As she fought to make them move, they jerked into life on their own, shooting over her shoulders to meet up with her legs and making her gasp as her former fingers wrapped around her former ankles. Just what were they–?! 

Her boobs pulsed.

Halri froze, her eyes dropping to her chest, just in time to witness it pulse a second time. She hadn’t had much in the way of one before, but now it seemed a little larger with every moment. She rose from the pile, spluttering, as her boobs ballooned like a pair of– Well.

They were sensitive, too. She screwed up her eyes. Nnn~! How big are they going to get?! 

Even as her boobs grew bigger, the rest of her continued its slow shriveling: her hips collapsed into her torso, while her head started to sink into the gap between her swelling breasts. Her torso compacted, and as she shrank, she sucked up her clothes like a sponge absorbing water: they simply melted into her skin, painting it dark blue. Soon, all that remained of her old outfit were her bows, which slipped from her head and attached to her arms instead. 

What’s happening to me?! What’s happening to me?! “H-heelp! Help me! Help–Mmmmphf!” 

Her protests cut off with one last high-pitched squeal as her face dropped into the gap between her breasts and her mouth stitched itself shut, reduced to a simple strip of fabric. With that, all that remained of her were her boobs and her flimsy new limbs. 

Two terrible bouts of pressure struck her breasts, instantly flattening them. As she screamed in ecstasy, they shivered and turned to denim, sprouting two lines of white frills from their tips. With that, she finally stopped changing.

Lying there in the laundry, Halri struggled to squirm. H-help me! Please, someone! Philia! Anyone! Heeeelp! 

No-one responded. 

*

Time flowed like a stagnant river. Across the room, her own clothes finished their spin cycle, yet still she remained trapped, unable to move even a millimeter.

Finally, just as she thought she’d lie there forever, the door flew open. “Oh thank God!” cried someone she didn’t recognize. “It’s still here!” 

“Honestly, what kind of idiot forgets their own laundry?” said someone else. Halri couldn’t see them, but they sounded like women. 

“Um, excuse me, who was the idiot who distracted me while I was getting it washed?” 

“Distracted you? I just asked if you wanted to go for lunch!” 

“That was distracting! I was hungry! Hey, this isn’t my bra.” 

Hands on her arms; Halri squealed as she shot into the air, bringing her face to face with an incredibly busty blonde. Eek! 

“Are you sure?” said the brunette beside her. “I mean, it’s in your laundry basket.” 

The blonde frowned. “I guess…” 

“Try it on,” said the brunette, with a smirk. “If the bra fits, you must acquit!” 

“What?” 

“...Just try it on.” 

Bra? thought Halri. Wh-what are they talking about?! P-put me down! H-hey!

With a quick look to check no-one was watching, the blonde peeled off her top, popped her bra’s clasps, spun Halri around, and–

As her feet met behind the blonde’s back, and the weight of several metric tons of titfat strained her shriveled limbs, Halri screamed with sudden realization. N-no! No! This can’t be happening! Philia! Philia…! 

“‘S’a little tight,” said the blonde, giving her a bounce. Halri screamed even louder. “But I guess it fits.” 

“Then it’s yours, right?” 

“Guess so.” The blonde grabbed her top again. 

Halri squealed as the curtain of its fabric dropped over her face. Philia, help me!