Posted on 2023-03-13 05:16:02
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Two more of these coming, then might play around with other ideas.

Posted on 2023-03-16 05:32:42
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You want me to try to catch this culprit? Sakuya would ask Doremy, cleaning off a clay pot with a rather intricate depiction of a beautiful busty maiden. I suppose I can do that for you, if you can help me find out who keeps sending us these pots.
Consider it done, I can simply search through dreams to do that. She smirks. Though Im sure its because of the culprit, it may even be some kind of anchor they use to manipulate dreams. Sakuya would sigh, but soon reply. If you believe its like that, then I should get started right away. Sakuya was to enter her mistresss dream, and so she did, though Remilia decided to sit this one out within her dream mansions private chambers.
I suppose this one is worth directly coming out of hiding for, for just a moment. Sakuya heard a voice say, high in pitch but low in current speaking tone behind her, as she began to turn. Maybe you should surrender now. Sakuya states, staring down the one who was most definitely the culprit. Oh, really? I dont really wanna. They smirk, eyeing the maid. Though Im sure you wont accept an answer like that anyways, bit of a shame. Sakuya would approach them now, but an odd thought or two about jokes to tell her mistress disrupted her pursuit. You cannot escape, even with this kind of power. She said to them, taking out a knife.
Since its a dream, I definitely could. But I dont even need to run, not from someone who wont remember my face, or how to remember what was for dinner that way for that matter. They laugh, seeing Sakuya scowl. So youre going to dumb me down, is that it? She scoffed, feeling rather strange. She felt a little absentminded, but in a rather odd way. Dumbing you down is far far too standard. They smirk once again. I plan to do something you could consider worse, Ill be taking your serious demeanor and turning you into a silly little thing, and ruining your attention span for anything but maid stuff. Should be good enough to stop you from stopping me.
You think Ill let you get away with this? My mind is quite susceptible to being silly! Being serious all the time is making me an angry grumpy pants, so I better become the silliest maid ever! I will become a bimbo, kinda, but not because Im dumb! Because I want you to make me a simple minded silly little blonde maid! Sakuya shouted out, though that wasnt what she was saying at all. Her own mouth betrayed her, she couldnt even speak the truth, only what the dream said she wanted to say.
Heh, of course you do! But dont worry, youll still be an amazing maid, maybe even better if your mind isnt forced to think about me and this incident. They laugh once more, handing Sakuya a broom. Can you clean the floor for me? I think I got some dirt on my boots on the way in from a youkais dream.
Of course! Sakuya states, taking the broom to sweep with. This was obviously wrong, but this was her mistresss dream, so she had to clean for Remilias sake. Whats a vampires favorite weapon? Sakuya says, with a dumb grin, yet inside she was feeling the start of the forced silliness, and she did not like it. I meant to say that I am quite easily handling this task.
Oh, but I wanted to hear a joke. They falsely pout. A good maid should be able to entertain guests. They then smile, taking out a thread and slipping it into sakuyas clothes. Maybe you need a change of outfit to make your inner silly girl pop out.
Sakuya would ignore this, simply cleaning still, as she actually managed to fight off the supposed silliness, since it got in the way of her work. However, it became hard to ignore that something was now happening to her clothes as her skirt began to shrink somewhat in length. Is there a breeze in here, or are you just trying to make my clothes lewd? Sakuya asks, eyeballing the culprit.
Nope, just make you look a bit less professional, so you feel more open to cracking those jokes. They smile, as Sakuyas formal maid attire begins to shift. The decently lengthy sleeves began to shrink as the fabric unraveled from them by connecting to the piece shoved in. Sakuya was concerned, but unable to do much as her top reformed, gaining some hole patterns in its lace. This outfit was pleasant, and make Sakuya feel uncharacteristically less high strung than usual. It was almost foreign to her, feeling this much comfort. Maybe if she gave into this silliness she could- Im not going to be some kind of bimbo maid. Sakuya surprisingly pouted.
Oh thats a shame, itd be so swell of you to be silly, youd certainly make Remilia Scarlet much more amused. They giggle, as Sakuya began to actually feel her legs feel as if though they were burning, her leg musculature being assaulted by waves of silliness, as they were built onto, rather than destroyed. Yes, her legs became stronger, but she soon felt something burst forth, the flesh and fat within her thighs. Sakuyas eyes went wide, as her merely shapely legs were thickening, bubbling, even, before her very eyes, her meager thighs first turned large enough to crush a mere orange, and soon began to ruin her balance completely as they began to become melon crushers. But it meant very little, as her cute and barely plump rear began to gain fat that caused her undergarments to start ripping, growing into a set of two silly large cushions. Sakuya giggled, letting slip a joke before taking back control. Im the butt of this joke, hehehe!
It was hard to focus after having just gained so much rump roast she could feed all the mansion, but she tried her hardest to not even make another peep as her chest began to fill with more fat than ever before, causing her to quip. If people thought I padded before, theyre going to love my all natural implants! Sakuya chuckles, shaking her head once more as it became harder and harder to fight this, but why was she? Who was making her silly, anyways? Should she care that her breasts were now the size of medicine balls and growing still or should she just accept her silliness? These questions flooded her head, as her new shirt was finally filled by the fat jiggly flesh of her newly developed shoulder boulders, those kinds of thoughts making her giggle.
Sakuya would vaguely pick up the next phrase, as her focus was fighting back with what little seriousness and grumpiness she could muster. You know, you did say you wanted to be blonde, right? Consider it done. They pat Sakuya on the head despite being shorter, causing her hair to change into a blonde color, slowly spreading all throughout her hair. Who were they, she did not know, but she did know she had to clean and make Remiia happy with her jokes.
And so, Sakuya would be preoccupied while the rest of the incident solving team tried to solve this incident, including an unbimbofied Marisa, for the most part, as she was still slowly coming off a fondness for Reimu and the others, but mostly Reimu, paying attention to her butt.
Yukari had been contacted by now, and she was going to lure out the culprit in her own odd sagely manner.