It was certainly going to be a strange portion of her journal. Naoto Shirogane, Detective Prince, was on a case that had her crossing dimensions yet again. It began with rumors of a new variant of The Midnight Channel that was showing some sort of character from a video game violently thrashing and dishing out threats. Naoto was unable to see the footage herself, but it was worthy of a solo investigation. Curiosity was always one of her weaknesses.
With a little help from Rise, Naoto was able to navigate the twisted landscape of the TV World. It brought her deep inside a sprawling and confusing corridor of stone and red carpet. Her communications with her navigator were shattered through the thick stone walls and her exit vanished when the labyrinth behind her seemingly shuffled on its own, every bend and hallway completely foreign to her now.
No way out, but a boundless curious forward, she headed the only direction that ever made sense to her. Pistol drawn, detective’s cap adjusted over her blue hair, she rounded every corner, careful to not knock over any of the decorated vases, the elaborate golden frames of art, nor the strange statues depicting various forms of woman as strange and exaggerated as an internet search with the word thick involved.
The detective reached a door, ornate deep dark mahogany it appeared as. Naoto’s mind was curious as to the make and the wealth that had to be poured into it, but that was a wasted thought in a land of cognition and metaphor. So what was it that this mansion was an abstraction of? What is it that made this place? As if a call of an answer, Naoto heard very vocal sobbing from the other side of the door.
“X-Xander!!!” A shriek voice broke past the waterworks and ineligible moans. “Corrin?! Camilla?! Anyone!!!”
Naoto opened the door slowly, her finger perched on the trigger. On the other side of the door was a balcony overlooking a manor lobby. The floor was tiled with a red and golden carpet laid over it in the center. The railing of the balcony had massive damage dealt to it, whole chunks blown away by crushing blows from a sword. And down beneath the balcony, laid in the center of the room was a girl.
A strange woman, armored, with cyan and pink cotton candy hair. A sword, chipped yet mighty, laid by her side. She was on her knees, shattered, crying until her thick mascara ran. Naoto double checked the door behind her, confirming she had space to retreat to and made the approach. “Excuse me, miss?”
The woman’s eyes shot up to the balcony. She wiped the tears from her eyes. “W-who are you?”
“I am Naoto Shirogane. I am a detective investigating this manor. Can I have your name?”
“Peri…” The colorful woman slowly stood up, bringing her sword with her. “I’m Lord Xander’s retainer. I kill people and stuff…”
“Kill people?” Naoto’s hand twitched. She didn’t seem to be a shadow of any sort, but this Peri person was highly suspect. “Tell me, Peri, do you have any memory before this location? Where were you before you arrived here?” This would at least tell Naoto more about this strange woman as well as give her more insight into the workings of this mansion.
For her part, Peri was so far being cooperative. “I was with my army! Lord Xander and Corrin were marching! I was ready for a biiig battle with tons of new people to meet and murder in that order! But then something strange happened! We saw this weird cave and heard voices! I went running in to try and bring back the heads of whoever was in there! But then the stone became carpet! Like a fancy house! And when I tried to leave I…” She sniffed, her voice wavered weakly. “I couldn’t. I yelled for Lord Xander and he didn’t come!”
Naoto racked her mind but couldn’t think of any sort of war going on that had armor and swords. “And Lord Xander, who is he then, Peri?”
“W-why are you asking me so many questions?!” Peri gestured more violently at Naoto. “Maybe I should ask you a question?! Do you prefer being cut in half or from the neck!?”
“I’m asking questions to help us find a way out,” Naoto said coolly. “I want to help you, Peri.”
“Gr… Fine. Lord Xander. He’s a prince from Nohr. I guess that’d make him the prince of Nohr.”
“Nohr?” Naoto had never heard that name in her life. Perhaps this Peri was the person who was being seen on the Midnight Channel? If that is the case she might very well need saving. Naoto slowly made her way around the balcony, walking down the stairs to get closer to Peri.
When she made it to the bottom floor she noticed a strange statue beneath. Naoto couldn’t have seen it from the angle where she was standing. A tall statue of some strange goddess like figure it appeared to be. Multiple arms, huge breasts, ripped abs, flowing and life-like fabric carved with perfection into a dark black marble. Naoto saw her reflection in it which sent a strange shiver up her spine. She looked back to Peri who was also staring at it with her one eye shown through her bangs.
Naoto struggled to open her lips, a gentle warm buzz rolling through her body. She couldn’t deny the tingle in her loins, the drunken feeling that drowned her mind. “A-and what is that?” Naoto kept herself turned away from the statue, gesturing to it with her shoulder.
“I really don’t know…” Peri gasped. “But she’s beautiful, isn’t she? I’ve been staying in this room because the statue makes me feel comfortable for some reason. Without her, I think I would’ve gone crazy…-ier.”
“She really is-“ Naoto caught herself, her mind wandering back, her head glancing over shoulders. Something about that artifact was messing with her mind! Or maybe she was just overreacting. After her journey in the TV World, she wasn’t one to rule anything out, but it probably wouldn’t hurt too try and be a little less cautious.
For a while the pair were the only people in the manor.
Naoto had hoped to find a way out of the mansion, but all her attempts of finding an exit just proved that the space went on for an infinite distance in any direction she began to explore. In the lobby, however, she did discover a hall with a few bedrooms. She picked a room and so did Peri. Naoto retired to her room, removing her jacket, shirt, and the wrappings that kept her breasts down. She had grown a bit and stopped wrapping herself since her gender was a known truth and something she no longer wished to hide, but old habits die hard. With that, she laid in her bed and let herself go to sleep.
The next day came. Naoto had some difficulty wrapping her breasts back up. They seemed larger than the day before, but Naoto hadn’t taken any measurements so it would be hard to disprove. She threw her shirt on, which was lifted a little by her grown cleavage and showed her belly off. She put her jacket on and went out to meet with Peri.
Peri was waiting in the kitchen without her armor on, her chest seeming much larger than it had the day before. She herself seemed a little bit taller. They ate breakfast and discussed small things about their respective worlds. Peri seemed to be from some fantasy world of two kingdoms interlocked in endless war. Naoto was from a modern world with a paranormal aspect including TV worlds, murderers, and inner selves emerging to do battle. Neither could agree whose world was stranger.
They continued to explore the mansion, agreeing to use the lobby as their base to span out from. Whenever a path lead to another dead end or too much confusion they would return to the lobby and rest a bit near the statue. Naoto was still suspicious of it, but the drastic reaction she had before hadn’t reoccurred. Perhaps it was just the shock of seeing such an incredible rendering of a gorgeous goddess.
When Naoto retired that evening she found that her pants were starting to drag near her feet. She stripped down, struggling to tear her panties away from her loins. In the mirror she saw an even bustier girl with wider hips. A shorter girl with a dark blue nub starting to grow from a larger rear. Two black nubs were also found beneath her bangs on her forehead. The analytical Naoto was equally terrified and excited by the changes.
Naoto awoke to her body slightly more changed. She could now grip the horn nubs with her fingers instead of just rub over them. The tail was a bit longer, the tip blacker than it was blue. Her clothes simply didn’t fit any longer. Pants were too long and hugged her hips too closely, wrappings were a lost cause on her doubled in size breasts, and her shirt wasn’t going to be hugging her quite right.
Strangely enough, the closet did host some clothing that would fit her. Frilly lingerie gripped around her body perfectly. A short skirt and an inoffensive blouse easily fit over her ample chest. She felt strangely sexy, wearing clothing a few class levels higher than what she normally wore. “Others would perceive me to be a rich girl,” Naoto spoke to her reflection, a strange new spark of cyan in her eyes. “I look like a flirty affluent heiress, hiding a sinister secret~” Her tail flicked involuntarily, hidden inside her skirt, and yet Naoto felt so sexy having a tail to accentuate her points.
Peri was changing in similar ways. She was taller, stronger. Her arms had buffed up a fair deal. Her own clothing had entirely abandoned her, forced to wear a similar outfit albeit trimmed so as to show a window of rippling abs. The stronger looking girl made Naoto’s heart race a little. It was hard for her to keep her hands to herself, sneaking a few touches of those abs with her hidden tail. Peri was none the wiser for the moment.
“With this new strength I bet I can kill ten men at once between my thighs!” Peri beamed, bragging about this the same way someone would any achievement. The casualness made Naoto snicker. She had gradually warmed up to this strange murder. Although she was indeed a tad crazy and did kill, it seemed as though she had a good core, a fair heart.
They continued to explore the mansion, using the lobby as their base as per usual. Naoto studied the statue thoroughly, staring at it with an intense curiosity. She waved her rear in the air, feeling her tail slither out from her the longer she watched it. “S-so, it truly is causing our transformations…” Naoto commented.
“What is?” Peri was about to embark down the next door, looking over at the changing detective with a titled head.
“The statue…” Naoto rose up and turned towards Peri. Her breasts had grown too large now for the lingerie, pink areola pushing out against the rim of the clinging lingerie, her blouse proven incapable of holding back the growth of her bust long ago. Naoto’s fully formed succubus tail wagged behind her as she spoke. “Compare my chest to yours which hasn’t changed much at all today. I’ve purposefully prevented you from looking at the statue all day.”
Peri did look down at herself, appearing just the same as she did at breakfast. “So the statue thingy really is what was causing us to become weird?”
“Indeed, and I can’t say it is entirely a bad thing~” Naoto was shorter, a horned and tailed demoness. She slowly walked towards Peri with a flirtatious roll to her hips. “I can’t say I’ve ever felt this way before. Like a woman~ A woman who can get what she wants with a sly comment, a roll of her hips, a peek at her assets. They were never tools I sought to use, and yet now… It feels like I have a bank account in the billions and can barely tell what to spend it on after penny pinching my whole life~”
The bright colored woman looked to the statue. Peri’s whole body began to shudder. Her skirt was tented up as a massive cock grew out from her. Her knees weakened and bent inwards like the curling steel of a building. She huffed hot air. Naoto was on her hands and knees, reading over a small plaque, ass in the air. Her wobbly rear was exposed from the short length of her skirt. Her lingerie was specially made for her tail to curl free from, her skirt the perfect length to expose her wobbly rear whenever she bent over just like that.
Peri went for it. The powerful woman tugged Naoto’s black lacy panties aside and shoved her cock right inside that gorgeous woman. The newly made short stack moaned in pleasure. Her hands pushed against the base of the ebony statue for support, her cheek shoved up against it. The statue was so smooth yet warm to the touch. Peri began to thrust, firmly shoving her dick the rest of the way inside that warm wet pussy. Naoto was powerless to resist such a strong woman, such a mighty cock. It plunged her thoughts into the darkest depths.
A realization hit her; She was very happy she had changed. Peri was changing again herself as her cock finished growing in, her breasts budding forward a few more sizes. As Naoto watched she realized that she was incredibly turned on by it, undeniably curious about what exactly caused what sort of transformation in the woman. Was it what they perceived themselves to be missing, or aspects of themselves they neglected? Peri, the warrior, becoming bigger and stronger and thus better at fighting. Naoto becoming sluttier, shorter, more demonic some sort of admittance to her denied womanhood, sex life, or even some inner darkness?
Well, it mattered little as it didn’t make her gobble that cock down any harder. Peri finished inside of Naoto without any show of restraint. She exploded forward with her mighty rod, plugging Naoto’s hole full of delicious thick white cum. Peri was panting and weak, and not at all prepared for Naoto to be able to return the favor. She turned and tackled, a trail of cum painted on the red carpet like a murder scene.
Naoto jutted forward and glued Peri to the floor. Dangling between Naoto’s legs was her own cock, faint blue, dark blue, and then a very black blue at the tip. She wagged her tail in the air perfect sliding her shaft up Peri’s perfectly sculpted thighs. They were voiceless as the scene just grew more intense, more passionate. Naoto’s cock hilted inside of the murderous amazoness.
“So tight~” Naoto gasped as her cock virginity was taken. The shorter demoness moved in faster, raising Peri’s legs, pushing them back up against her massive water melon sized balloons. The mating press that Peri was locked into made for a perfect brain busting angle to shovel her column cock inside.
Floods of moans filled the room as Naoto plowed. She swore as she went she could feel the goddess statue staring down at them with beaming approval. Naoto sprouted two little blue wings from her back, the bat wings fluttering to life as she angled deeper inside of Peri.
She came in an orgasmic moan, Naoto’s voice reaching new heights of pitch and sultry timbre. Girly giggles cooed from Naoto’s thicker lips as she finished inside of Peri, the detective succubus absolutely floored in how fantastic it felt. “This warrants further research~” Naoto insists. “Oh yes indeed, we must research this very thoroughly~”
In a way, the manor became something of a new home to them both. Of course they dearly missed their friends, but that was exactly why they hoped to lure them in. As they explored, getting through the mansion became less of an obstacle and more of a skill. Naoto learned how to control the looping halls with simple thoughts. What she desired most when focused would appear to hear with the simple opening of a door.
That was why she was so lost before. These hidden troubles gnawing at her mind left her unable to find her way. Peri certainly helped her as well. Their daily fuck sessions made her mind so much clearer, even if it did warrant a few extra baths at night.
They never wanted for anything with magically stocking fridges, a plentitude of delicious feasts served nightly on the ornate table. Naoto research as much as she could, her mind always on sex and the way she could use this place to her advantage. She would deny this when accused, claim she was just curious, her mind simply obsessed with learning more about this place, but her pleasure she was deriving was completely undeniable. She came to love the mansion.
As Naoto built together a case on the place (which she had to do in between the often sparratic and common fuck sessions she and her mate would have) she began to suspect what exactly the place’s motives were. It seemed very likely that it was the idol itself who had lured them here and not just the mansion.
The idol desired for someone to come and find it. Hence how easily Naoto was able to travel to the mansion but how difficult it was to leave. Now that her mind was changed and her body adapted to the form that she desired, the idol no longer had any reason to hold her. But perhaps it desired what exactly Naoto desired now; To bring other people here. To change them just the same way that Naoto and Peri had changed. The thought excited Naoto to her core.