January Shorts 25 Part 3

Hey folks!

It's been a bit of a rough week - lots of things to take care of, and a few colds going around - so only the one short for now. But hopefully I can make it up to you next week!

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Request: Servant Trap. Kama isn't like those other, pathetic divinities in Cockaigne. She's corrupted her fair share of Servants, she's useful, she's in control. So there's nothing wrong with having a bit of fun with Ishti and Eshy. In fact, it just proves how much better than them she is....

This. Was. The. Life!

Ahahaha, oh, but this was magnificent! Perfect! She couldn’t have done better herse-

Oop. He. Had to remember that around here. He couldn’t have done better himself. Hehee.

But no, seriously! Cockaigne, city of Eternal Pleasures, and brain draining super-trap for Servants, reducing the proudest warriors and most powerful mages from history into jiggly, giggly bimbos... It was perfect. Kama loved this place. See, he was even willing to use the L word about it! Honestly, it reminded him of his own scheme with the Ooku. In fact, if he didn’t know better, he might have thought this place must have been designed it himself!

… Or by his counterpart as Beast III – Sesshoin Kiara. But no, no. He did, in fact, know better, and he knew that was ridiculous. Kiara was a galactic class narcissist – the love she spread as a Beast was love directed only towards her. Kama, her opposite, spread love centred around everyone. She would love everyone. She would drown everyone in her love for them. Turning Servants into bimbos was definitely under her purview, not Kiara’s.

Uh. W-well, his purview, in his Beast form. But since he wasn’t in that mode at the moment, well, this place would make a fine replacement. Hoo.

The silver haired devil of lust wasn’t sure he needed to be quite as careful as he was, but better to be over cautious than empty headed, yes? Female Servants that were summoned to Cockaigne swiftly ended up short on brains and tall on curves, which was fantastic, but he didn’t want it happening to him. Male Servants he wasn’t too sure of – he hadn’t seen any, but nothing odd had happened to him so far.

It was fortunate, then, that Kama enjoyed a rare privilege of being able to shift genders at will. Were he not capable of being female, she would never have been summoned, and were she not capable of being male, he would have had to deal with the city’s irritating efforts to turn him into one of its products. Being the best of both worlds had some dangers, sure, but oh did it ever have its delights as well.

“Isn’t that right, slut?”

The purple haired bimbo in his lap giggled and purred, pleased to receive his attention. Grinning, he reached around her nicely pumped up chest to give one of her nipples a pinch, drawing a very happy moan from her throat. Ah, what a lovely whore she made.

Of course Parvati was his favourite – there was just something so deliciously satisfying about having her slavering over his cock – but she was hardly his only bimbo. He’d corrupted plenty of Servants here in Cockaigne, as befit a god of love and lust like him. Pirates, folk heroes, even weird personifications of cities… Servants came in all shapes and sizes, but in the city of eternal pleasure it was all too easy to fit them into the same busty, brainless mould.

That said, he couldn’t deny he had a type. Divine Spirit Servants were a real treat. Oh, he enjoyed drowning any supposed ‘heroes’ in depravity, but there was something special when the hero in question was a god. A figure of myth who was supposed to be above such petty worldly desires – the same kind of myth that had caused his utter incineration. Not that he was bitter or anything.

It was just so much fun to turn gods into bimbos. Who wouldn’t think the same?

So really, there was only one place he was going to end up. The only place it was fitting for a god like him to have his throne. The temple at the heart of the city – in so much as any place could be called the ‘heart’ of a city that spread out forever in all directions.

This was where any god who was summoned to Cockaigne would arrive at eventually. And when they did, he’d be waiting for them. Here, he was unbeatable. Lust was his domain, and lust was the only fire that burned behind a bimbo’s vapid eyes. He could conquer this city in a snap if he wanted to – and hey, maybe he did. But no rush. First, he wanted to settle in.

The steps up to the temple were lined with bowing figures in cloaks. Kama couldn’t help but smirk as he walked past them, his pet bimbo skipping along behind him. Yep, the inhabitants of the Singularity knew who was boss around here. If Asmodeus wanted to disagree, well, a demon was no threat to a beast.

And awaiting him at the top was exactly what he wanted.

Ishtar, Ereshkigal, Artemis, Skadi, Astrea… All of these goddesses, giggling and preening, showing off their curves and obviously eyeing him up with hope writ large on their faces, their brains firmly and surely turned into tits. What a delightful sight. Really, the only downside was that he hadn’t gotten to corrupt them himself first.

Yes, these fine bimbos had all gotten themselves taken care of before he’d arrived. Such a shame. He would have enjoyed melting their brains personally – though he certainly couldn’t complain about getting to enjoy their shapely bodies personally! Having this divine harem serving his every whim and desire was a fine consolation prize.

Smirking, the silver haired god walked between them and sat down in the throne waiting for him. At a snap of his fingers, all six goddesses fell to their knees before him, vapid eyes glittering with desire. And who was he to deny them?

“Serve me,” he commanded.

With ditzy smiles and mindless giggles, they obeyed.

Parvati, of course, was quickest off the draw. She knew what her Master wanted, and she was there in an instant, kneeling between his legs, her mouth already wrapped around his shaft.

Artemis wasn’t far behind, pressing her way in next to the other goddess, using her tongue to lick and stimulate anything that Par hadn’t wrapped her thick lips around. For a supposedly virgin goddess, she sure knew her way around down there~

Astra and Skadi were quick too, moving around behind him and offering up their tits as pillows for him to rest his head in, their hands offering eager massages for all of his tired muscles…

And the twins, Ereshkigal and Ishtar – which one was which? Eh, didn’t matter – pouted, being a little too slow on the draw like their sister bimbo goddesses. Instead of serving his pleasure directly, they knelt on either side of him, their divinity granting them enough power to float next to his throne, and offered up servings of peeled grapes on silver plates, and fine wine in golden goblets.

Oh yes. This was the life. Kama laughed, leaning back into titty heaven as Ishtar’s pink fingernails slipped a grape between his lips, even as he petted the two goddesses between his legs fondly. What could be better than this?

Well, she could be enjoying herself fully…

… Hm? Kama blinked, looking around. Had he just heard… No. No, there wasn’t anyone else here. No one with thoughts of their own, anyway. Just a set of (mostly blonde) bimbos. Strange, he could have sworn he’d just heard a voice.

But anyway, what had be been saying? Oh, yes. This was nice – heavenly in fact~ But, well, obviously it could be better. He was restricted to his male form here, after all, and while that was fun, it meant he didn’t have all the options he’d gotten used to ever since gaining this human body for a host. No big deal, but it was enough to rankle a bit.

Still, that was just how it was. Obviously, he couldn’t turn into a girl here. That’d be asking for it.

Giggling, Ishtar popped another grape into his mouth.

Look at them. Aren’t you jealous of their pleasure…?

There was that sound again. Or… Was it? Hm, now that he thought about it, had he actually heard anything?

Frowning, Kama looked down at the sea of purple and white between his legs. Felt the soft comfort of the pillows under his neck. Glanced between the vapid, smiling blondes at his sides.

Was it just him, or were they all enjoying this more than he was? That didn’t seem right. But then, they were bimbos. Could they do anything but enjoy things?

Tch. It felt wrong to him. He thought this would be fun, but now he was starting to feel like he was the one being taken advantage of. Even Par’s delightful lips couldn’t quite dislodge the thought as her head bobbed forward and back.

Shouldn’t he be the one enjoying himself here?

You’re safe here. Who would dare take advantage of the mighty Kama in the heart of her temple?

Heh. Yeah, that was right. She was Kama. A god, a beast, the lord of lust. No one could dare challenge her here. The Ooku thing hadn’t turned out right, but here she was untouchable. He could relax. There was no need to worry so much. Even if she was a she, no one was going to bimbo her.

A smug smile settled over his face as he settled in his throne, content to lord over his new domain.

In fact, he was so at home here, he paid no mind to the goblet Ereskigal raised to his lips, drinking down the sweet, bubble-gum flavoured liquid inside. Paid no mind to the way Astrea’s hands snaked around his chest and began to massage the steadily growing flesh there. Paid no mind to the way Par’s head bobbed less and less, the treat in her mouth shrinking by the second as he relaxed.

No mind as his hair grew longer. As his outfit grew skimpier. As his muscles shifted, as his hips widened, as his lips plumped…

No mind as Par’s tongue swirled up inside he-

“Ah!”

Oh, no, that part actually did get her attention, and she found herself gasping as tits exploded from her chest, bouncing out firm and proud.

“What the?!?” Kama looked down at herself in shock. It was immediately obvious that she was indeed a she, not a he. How the hell had that happened?

The goddess grit her teeth, shaking her head. No, no point in worrying why. She had to switch back, quickly. But… She couldn’t. Her form refused to change, remaining beautifully curvy instead of turning ruggedly handsome. Why? Why couldn’t she switch?

Pausing, she smacked her lips, peering at the goblet Ereshkigal was refilling suspiciously. What the hell had she just drunk?

Then someone grabbed her chin, and her eyes opened wide in surprise.

“Kama, Kama, Kama…” The smirking face of Ishtar – or Ereshkigal? – was waiting for her. Though, it couldn’t have been either of those two ditzes. This woman’s pink eyes glinted with a malicious kind of intelligence, one that no bimbo could ever hope to conjure. “I was starting to think you’d never give in to temptation.”

The silver haired goddess tried to draw back, but her body wouldn’t move. Looking around, she found she was surrounded. Her legs were held by a blankly smiling Artemis and Parvati. Her arms by an equally entranced Astrea and Skadi. Boobs pressed in from all angles, holding her tight in their warm, soft embrace.

“What the-?” She spluttered, trying and failing to pull herself free from this bimbo body block. “What the hell do you think you idiots are doing?!”

“Ooooh, wrong choice of words for these fine ladies~” Ishtar – it was probably Ishtar – grinned. “They don’t do very much thinking at all these days. You know that, dear.”

Okay, no, it definitely wasn’t Ishtar. Kama scowled. “Who are you?”

“I… am Asmodeus.” The blonde’s eyes twinkled. “You may have heard of me.”

Asmodeus. The demon who had created this Singularity, according to legend. One of the higher ranking creatures in Solomon’s Codex, and the one that Goetia had placed in charge of the plan to counter the Throne of Heroes – the Servant Trap. Even after Beast I’s defeat and the end of the Demon rampage through history, his work had continued to operate, drawing in and corrupting countless Heroic Spirits, even if Asmodeus themselves hadn’t been heard from in some time…

Kama narrowed her eyes. “Nope. Doesn’t ring a bell. You’re just another big titted slut to me.”

‘Ishtar’ grinned. “Ah, you’re every bit as delightful as I hoped you’d be, my goddess of lust. I wanted to meet you as my true self, face to face as equals should be… But I’m afraid circumstances have made it rather difficult for me to show my real form around here of late. Fortunately, this lovely goddess was happy to lend me her body – or at least, she certainly didn’t mind.”

Har har. “Always nice to meet a fan,” the goddess muttered, still trying to free herself from her bouncy bindings. No good – either something was making these bimbos stronger, or her transformation back to her base form has made her weaker. “You know you could have just sent a letter.”

The blonde shrugged. “Why do you think I set you up with Parvati?”

Okay, fair, that had been a pretty good way of getting her attention. Hell, if it wasn’t for this latest turn, Kama might even have felt a little grateful to this demon. As it was though… “So what do you want in return?”

‘Ishtar’ smirked. “Clever girl,” she purred. “Yes, I’m afraid that I do need your help. Someone has had the temerity to steal my throne, and I want it back.”

Kama swallowed. For a moment there, Ishtar’s pink eyes had taken a hellish, blood red sheen. Nothing that’d scare a god like her, of course, but it was clear that Asmodeus was more upset than they were letting on.

“W-well great,” the goddess said, deciding to try diplomacy. “Just let me go and I’ll be happy to go show them what’s what. Us lust devils have to stick together, right?”

‘Ishtar’s dark chuckle was not promising.

“Alas, I think you misunderstand. I don’t need you to do something for me.” The blonde goddess’s eyes shone with pink light. “I need your power for myself.”

Ah. So it was like that. Kama’s lips set into a firm line as her eyes began to burn blue. “If you think I’m just going to let you take it, you’re as dumb as all these sluts around us combined.”

The dark chuckle upgraded itself into an evil laugh, ‘Ishtar’s chest jiggling with the joke. “Oh, it would have been very amusing to battle you – we’re of a kind, you and I. But I can’t afford the pleasure right now.” She shook her head. “So I simply have to defeat you here and now.”

“Oh yeah?” Now it was Kama’s turn to laugh. “I’d love to see you t-”

“Drink up, little sister~”

At Ishtar’s words, Kama found herself grabbing the goblet Ereshkigal was still offering her and downing the contents in one gulp. The Dumb Bitch Juice fizzed and tickled on its way down her throat, and bubbled with growing warm intensity in her stomach.

She blinked as control came back to her. What had just…?

‘Ishtar’ shook her head. “I’m afraid this body has a touch of authority over yours.” She ruffled the goddess’s hair in a way that sent confusing feelings of warmth rushing through her heart. “So now, be a good little sister, and don’t resist - become the biggest bimbo in this entire city!”

“Urk!” Again, Kama’s limbs seized at the other goddess’s words, refusing to allow her to resist as Ereshkigal lifted a cup filled to the brim with glowing pink liquid to her lips…

As Astrea massaged her neck and chest with firm hands, pleasure raining from her fingers…

As Artemis and Skadi snuggled in her lap and sucked on her tits, driving her wild with heavenly ecstasy…

As Parvati spread her Mistress’s legs wide and dove in, her tongue hitting every sweet spot that the silver haired goddess had…

Kama’s eyes fluttered, staring into Ishtar’s pink, glowing gaze as her mind began to melt under a combined assault of Dumb Bitch Juice and ultimate pleasure. The light seemed to wash everything else out, leaking into her brain and bleaching it clean.

“Be a good little sister… Give in.”

Something gave way inside her – some inner human resistance crumbling at the voice of her beloved older sister. And before she knew it, Kama found she couldn’t help but obey.

Pop!

Her eyes rolled up in her head as her brain melted out of her ears – or quite possibly down into her tits, as they suddenly expanded out so rapidly they knocked the two goddesses in her lap onto the floor. Neither could complain though – they were far too busy latching back on to the mega melons, now maybe three times the size of their heads. Her ass fatting up in equal measure posed less of a problem – though it did nearly smother Parvati as the lust god’s thighs thickened around her head.

Indeed, after all that struggling, it really was over almost before it began. Where once had sat a goddess of lust on her throne, now sat only the most brainless of bimbos. The biggest bimbo in all of Cockaigne.

“That’s a good girl.” Asmodeus stroked the underside of the god’s chin with glee. “Now, dear, do you have any objection to me taking your body for myself?”

Kama just drooled; her happy, empty mind devoid of any answer.

But Asmodeus didn’t need any. Grinning, the demon’s borrowed body bent down, pressing her lips against the Silver haired goddess’s. The pair closed their eyes, their kiss drawing deep, moaning into one another…

Then, there was a flash of pink light

And Kasmodeus’s eyes opened, sparkling with malicious cunning.

“Much better,” she sighed, pulling the once-again-brainless Ishtar into her lap, giving her fat ass a firm squeeze as a reward for her service. “Oh yes, this body and its powers are a much finer fit. More than enough power to deal with that imposter. Once the opportunity arrives, the city will be mine again, just as it should be.” Her eyes flickered towards the pink, smog filled sky outside the temple. “Soon. All too soon…”

Then, those same eyes flicked back to the blonde in her arms, and she grinned. “In the meantime…”

Around her, her harem of divine bimbos giggled. They knew just how to enjoy themselves while they waited.

This really was the life~