Da Capo Moon Signor <Side: Muse Symphony>
『Cross Moon - Day 29 (Morning)』
"Haa…! Haa…! Haa…!"
It wasn't a dream, was it? As I briefly lost consciousness and came to, I entertained a happy fantasy. But the unfamiliar heaviness of my body directly contradicted it.
The thing commonly called a male organ. Oversized in length and girth, beyond all standards. Why did I, a woman, have this attached to me? Who had done this? And it wasn't just the male organ—my body was as sloppy and indecent as a high-class brothel whore's.
Above all, just lightly touching this male organ had driven me to masturbate until I blacked out. And I kept going until I'd stained a third of the floor with the white fluid from it.
Unable to withstand that pleasure, I'd face-planted onto the floor and only now managed to get up.
But that wasn't the only mystery. Why was I staying at Raysi Gliss's house?
I remembered eating with Lady Glacia Harmonics that day… after that… ngh… I had no recollection whatsoever.
"M-maybe Lady Glacia knows something about this change in my body…"
But even that didn't explain why I was at Raysi's place. If Lady Glacia and Raysi knew each other… that might solve the riddle, but there was no way that was true…
"If only there were some clothes to wear…"
This was Raysi's house, so of course there'd be his usual clothes. A perfectly logical conclusion. And since Raysi was taller than me, even if they were a bit big, I could make do.
Or so I thought…
"What the hell…! Not a single thing fits!"
I'd forgotten one crucial thing. My current body… was even bigger than Raysi in his prime.
Even his clothes, sized for a sturdy adult male, were tight or outright unwearable for over half. Another half had torn when I forced them on.
"Sorry, Raysi… I'll buy you brand new ones later."
The ones I barely managed to squeeze into were stretchy functional pants that extended at the waist and a baggy sky-blue short-sleeved top.
When I stood before the mirror to check my appearance, the shock hit me anew.
"D-do I really have to go out like this?"
My body's curves were obscenely exposed, nipples starkly visible through the top. My cock's outline was just as blatantly clear—even clothed, it was practically naked.
My usual priestess robes had been thick and fully covering, the complete opposite of this.
"If only… the male organ were at least hidden…"
The pants' surface mocked my efforts to conceal it, the swollen outline thrusting defiantly through the fabric. I'd brushed it repeatedly while dressing, leaving dark stains spreading inside.
"This defeats the whole purpose of wearing clothes!"
I couldn't wait here not knowing when Raysi might return. My junior priestesses would have reported me missing upon realizing it, but given the circumstances, it hadn't even been a full day—no missing person report would be filed yet.
To alert anyone to my body's abnormality, I'd have to go out and speak up myself.
For that, I needed to somehow hide this freakish form. Breasts the size of my head—no, maybe bigger? Firm, perky hips despite their mass, and the proud symbol of a male: the cock…
"Cloth… right, cloth! Wrap the lower half in lots of cloth first…"
A sudden idea flashed. Inspired by the torn clothes sacrificed to cover my bloated body.
Layering cloth to hide the blatant cock bulge. That could work. The outfit's shape didn't matter now. Just cover it… just cover it.
"There… perfect!! This should hide it!"
A patchwork barrier from red, blue, yellow, pink scraps. Ugly, but the large area and length covered even my elongated legs.
"Now… what to do…"
The immediate fire was out. But this was just the start. This extreme bodily change wasn't an accident. Someone's scheme had ensnared me… unluckily.
"Embarrassing, but I have to report this first…"
But to whom…? If this change tied to my assault, rushing to the Lord's Manor was best. If it was some magic, better to see Guildmaster Heri Tetrahedron, the archmage.
All speculation. I dreaded going out like this, but staying inside solved nothing.
My decision…
"Fixing my body comes first… Heri might know something… To the Guild. The Lord can wait."
Whipping my hesitant body, I turned from the full-length mirror. Please… please… let nothing have happened. Hecate Goddess… protect this pitiful priestess…
"What in the world… is that?"
"My, how vulgar…"
As if mocking my prayer to Hecate as utterly useless, voices rose from everywhere the moment I stepped out and walked the streets. Not in a good way.
Lewd stares and insulting remarks assaulted me. This body didn't just enlarge breasts and sprout a cock—it heightened my senses. I felt distant lecherous gazes, heard bodies appraised openly.
"Isn't that Priestess Muse?"
"…!!"
"Nah, no way. Muse's breasts are tiny compared to those—just someone who looks like her."
"Speaking of, did you hear? Priestess Muse was supposedly raped recently…"
I shrank. Wanted to flee right then. But I knew best I couldn't. Running solved nothing.
Head bowed low to hide my face as much as possible—that was my desperate resistance. Plugging ears to malicious rumors, averting eyes from sinister stares…
"Just a bit more… the Guild's almost…"
Faster steps, wider strides—the ironically explosive growth made movement efficient. Lucky? No, if I hadn't become this, I wouldn't need to hurry…
"Weird, huh? The church under construction. Home's tense lately; was gonna pray to the Goddess."
"Priestess Muse is too much. If under construction, at least warn us. No notice at all."
"What…?"
A conversation caught my ear. Church construction? No notice? What did that mean?
Interior work finished a year ago—no recent reasons to touch it. As head priestess, I'd know.
"No way… connected to my situation?"
Threads in my tangled mind unraveled. Night assault, body change, church work. If planned, targeting me and mine? Chilling coincidence.
The church was attacked! My junior priestesses attacked!
"Forget the Guild! Church first—now!"
I hurried on, by my own will, not stares. Couldn't let precious juniors, sacred temple, fall to thugs! Faster… faster!! One moment late, and they'd be in danger!
"Haa…! Haa…!"
Fierce sprint halted before the church. Exterior unchanged. But the "Under Construction" sign at the main gate. And… two massive women guarding like gatekeepers.
That was the only difference.
"Y-you two…!!"
Full-body nun robes wrapped tight, yet violent feminine curves blatant. Balloon-like breasts ready to burst. Abs sharp through fabric. Most distinctive: unnatural long rod from groin to legs.
Despite it on women, onlookers blushed only at breasts. Probably magic hiding it.
No, focus. Assess now. Why my body changed… not how I wanted to learn…!
"What happened? That form…!"
[No need to panic, Priestess Muse♥]
[We're just reborn by blessing♥]
Contrary to my worry, their reactions post-change, they caressed bodies with lewd bliss, fondling lower rods like treasures… mine twitched in response.
Or maybe already…
"B-blessing…? Impossible! For you, me… all wrong. Must report now…!"
[Can't do that, Priestess Muse♥ Goddess gave indelible blessing; we won't abandon it♥]
[Come inside♥ Everyone's waiting♥]
I grabbed their shoulders, shouting. Confused. They ignored, praising Goddess with smiles—like changed bodies were original.
That Goddess surely not my Hecate. "Everyone waiting"? Not good intent.
12 juniors including guards, all like this? No allies inside.
Fleeing wisest now. But… I couldn't. Abandoning changed comrades for safety mirrored parents sending armless me to monastery.
Might not solve alone. Still… couldn't run.
"If I enter… I'll learn everything? Way to restore you… or not?"]
[Enough nonsense; come in♥ Quick♥]
[Haha♥ Priestess Muse, my cock's already hot♥]
They grabbed my hands, dragging me in forcibly. Sudden pull, yet couldn't resist. Shock? No excuse.
These two… insanely strong! Despite lost arm, prosthetic, neglected training—ex-knight here. They were monastery-born. Power gap reversed.
"W-wait…! What strength…! Hold on!"]
--Creak… thud…!
Pathetically dragged in. Familiar church door now alien. Too early to marvel at door… I didn't know till entering.
"Wait… this a lie? The church… what…"]
Door slammed shut behind; no-exit church became inescapable chamber.
Interior more changed than imagined. Brothel, not church.
Thick purple mist disorienting. Walls, floors ominous dark red. Furniture, statues twisted grotesquely, skeletons intact.
At far end, eye-catching: massive statue of bizarre woman form.
Not just size.
"Vulgar taste, blasphemy, perversion—no words fit…"
Where Hecate's holy form should be: legs splayed squatting, hands behind head, groin… huge cock rigid to ceiling. Pain to say.
"Ngh♡♡ What's this smell from earlier♡"
Above all… invigorating scent thrilling nostrils upon entry♡ No… strange, not pleasant… pussy tingling… horrific♡ Cock erecting, balls tightening… disgusting♡ Sniiiiff♡
"Haaah♡ Why's the church like♡"]
[Whew~ Glad you like it, Priestess Muse♥]
"Y-you…! No way…]
There: pale-skinned woman smoking seductively, seated on all-fours human-chair.
Describe? Breasts, hips, cock, balls dwarfed mine, comrades'. Power crushed me.
Face… long white hair like blank canvas, ruby eyes flashing, familiar voice.
I knew her. Guessed shadows behind too.
"Clarice, Clarice! You too…]
Clarice Siete. Cute novice nun. Orphaned by monster, always bright prayers. Absent month… now clear.
Childish face gone; decadent seductress pose, face.
"Clothes"? Tiny heart patches over nipples. Practically nude, relaxed gaze.
[You too…? By order, I was first Goddess's slave♥ Rank irrelevant, but hurts a bit♥ Hehe♥]
"First…? Clarice, you started everything…? No. Deny it!]
Urgency. Refusal. Yelled at sister-like girl.
But her words pointed: she culprit, origin, start.
Mysterious "Goddess", first mutated Clarice. Led comrades' change; mine too.
My sincere cry? She puffed smoke casually.
[Quit bitching. You taught no noise in church. Whore-bodied hypocrite.]
"What…?"
Un-Clarice: rough, cruel, profane, genuine scorn.
Not changed—different person same name?
[Anyway, body ripened well♥ Big tits, springy ass, cock asserting through layers♥ Not fully Apostle-ized, yet that size—post-transformation, even lewder♥]
Clarice continued appraising lewdly.
Overwhelmed by change, I silenced.
[Enough. Strip first? Wanna inspect nude♥ Slave vampires, all undress♥ No clothes in church from now♥]
[[[Yes♥ Lady Clarice♥]]]
"What're you doing…! W-wait!]
Priestesses tore off robes ravenously. Pale corpse-skin, massive breasts/cocks exposed.
Simultaneously… scent shifted.
Start: ngh♡
--Spluuuurt♡♡
"Hyaaah♡ No, nooo♡]
I came♡ Clothes off, gale-like aroma hit; cock throbbed uncontrollably, white fluid flooding pants♡
Then realized church's piercing scent source.
"Weird, so weird♡ Nose-stinging intensity♡]
Stifling robes trapped sweat, semen, juices—dense body odor. Normal sweat? I'd pinch nose. This? Eyes wide, sniffing greedily.
Despite layers, stains seeped out.
Damp, sticky, refreshing deep inside.
[Pathetic♥ Climax from smell alone… near-corruption. Limits to surrender. Sigh… strip or kill your ex-comrades.]
"Nghaaan♡ Nooo♡♡]
Don't strip, all die♡ Legs trembling post-orgasm, Clarice's threat no bluff.
She strongest here. Naked ex-comrades could overpower me; her multiples more.
Don't strip… die. Me, all… But mind raced. Scent? Fear? Head/body disconnected.
Strip suffocating wraps—but hands shook refusing.
[Hmm… fear-broken? Pfft♥ Pitiful coward, ex-brave knight♥ Tried stripping, so spare♥ I'll help♥]
"Heeeh♡ Stop♡ Clariiiice♡♥]
Twisting legs, arms hugging nipple-bulges, cried. Futile.
Grinning evilly, Clarice approached. Close-up body: pale skin, chest-length hyper cock. Glans vivid pink dew-kissed.
She eyed me top-bottom superiorly, extended hand…!
--Riiip… Riiiip!!!
"Kyaaaaah…!!]
Ripped my clothes savagely. "Help" meant rags.
Carefully wrapped to hide vulgarity, semen-soaked pants, sweat-drenched top—all shredded…
[Hmm♥ Shell peeled appetizingly, bigger than thought♥ Grew from slaves' scent? Hehe♥ How good impaled on it♥]
Casual filth, grinning ear-to-ear.
Her gesture: all nude here. Most sacred place, cock-futas naked—unreal.
"Haa♡ Don't… stay sane♡]
[Gasping 'stay sane'? Lacks sincerity—you know♥]
Of course. But post-shred dignity gone, even saying it brave.
Suppressing endless erections, nude yet hot, uncontrollable.
[No secrets between us♥ Taste yours? Relax arm—or lose it too♥]
"Kghuuut…!! Don't, stooop♡♥]
Clarice licked lips, adjusted for my cock. Legs spread proudly, squatting; pried my covering arm pale hand.
[Sniff sniff♥ Ripe♥ Post-cum uncleaned, thick clothes fermented—pungent, delicious♥]
Nose to glans, savoring; gripped hiding hands, kneaded balls—enjoying.
To her: toy, pathetic cum-dribbler… failed protector, strong's plaything… What does Hecate think…
[Worried face♥ I'll clear those worries♥ One load, all gone♥]
One load…? Understood instantly. Warm sticky lower embrace…eh♡
--Sluuuurp♥♥♥ Sluuuurp♥♥
"Hiyaaaaah♡♡♥ No, nooooo♡♡]
[Mmmph♥♥ Dick cheese in folds, precum sheath—all tasty♥ Unlike slaves'♥ Slurp♥ Sister potential! Sluuuurp♥♥]
Sudden maw engulfed cock. Tight throat bliss, balls churning upward.
Tongue cleaning frenulum, glans—urethra surged lump.
Instinct: can't stop. Don't want to♡ But must. If solid cum erupts… lose self, pleasure-monster…
Trembling hands to her head.
Absorbed in sucking, she paused block; eyes shut, gripped pulled back…!!
"Must hold… hold…!]
[Nngh…!!♥♥ Glurk♥♥♥]
"A, aaaaah♡♥♥ Why, why…! Hkiiaah♡♥♥]
--Slurp slurp sluuuurp♥♥♥ Sluuuurp♥ Pop pop pop♥
More resistance, worse torment♡♥ Impossible! Desperate to stop—why won't fellatio cease♡♥ Shut eyes, only perverse rhythm. Guessing: her strength resisting pull. Only possibility.
Then… open eyes confirm… ngh♡♥ Limit… keep sucking… end…!
"Clarice, please……!! Stop licking cock…"]
Resolved, opened eyes. Focused detach… impossible sights.
[Glurk♥♥ Sluuurp slurp♥♥♥]
"Ah…?]
Clarice no resistance, throat-deep barely breathing. Why…? I gripped her head, yanking into groin.
All "detach" actions: just pleasing my cock. Never meant stop…
Realization: time resumed… ugh♡♥
--Splurt… spluuuurt♡♡♥♥♥
"Ohoooooh♡♥♥♥]
[Glurk♥♥ Gulp♥ gulp gulp♥♥]
Pig-squeal. Unmatched pleasure vs. self-induced morning cum. Plug popped, semen/cum flooding♡♥ All into Clarice's gut♡♥
She swallowed silently. Not a drop spilled… scraped lips, all inside. Fanatical cum-eating.
Pride filling sister-figure with my seed… w-wait… ugh♡♥ Impossible!!
"Clarice…!! Get off now!!]
[Slurp♥ Puhahhh♥♥ Delicious♥ Urp♥ Muse sis♥]
Irreversible, but unease let me detach. Or she finished, pulled away. Unsure, but separated.
"Haa… haa…!]
--Thud…!
Tension gone, legs buckled. Glanced: saliva-smeared, impossibly erect post-cum. Bigger, thicker, heavier balls. No illusion. Pre-suck smaller… now… beautiful♡♥ Bad thought♡♥
[Greetings done… to main topic♥ Muse sis♥]
"Hii…!]
"Sis" title, imposing form: fear. Speechless, frozen. Wandering eyes caught: comrades rigid, spurting cum behind; sticky puddle Clarice-squatted.
[Proposal♥ Irresistible, no veto♥]
…End? Back to square one. Futile struggle. Raysi, Hecate… where…? Who saves from pleasure-hell…
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