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ReWitch (Natsuki to Natsumi Re Zero TG)
🕑 Added 2023-10-31 06:06:32 +0000 UTC
Natsuki Subaru awoke confused.
His memories were muddled, a vague awareness of some kind of trial interrupted, drowning in a black miasma of magic that had overwhelmed him. He was confronted by a reflection of himself looking his usual, track suit a bit grimy but otherwise fine. Usually when he died he'd go back to a familiar checkpoint, yet here he was in a location simultaneously familiar yet eerily alien. A costume shop.
"HELLOOOO~! AM I BACK ON EARTH?!"
He waited a few minutes, no response save his echo as he did some stretches to limber up. This had to be some kind of illusion. Sure he had been randomly whisked to another world but it wouldn't just send him back for no reason... right? Besides the more he looked around the more it stunk of magic. While the rows of costumes were fairly normal, the ceiling didn't seem to exist, shelf after endless shelf of costumes stretching as far as the eye could see. Besides that though the store had a regular floor plan, multiple rooms separated by walls that also stretched into the void.
"Let’s see I remember helping Emilia, something about a curse growing every time I die and er, one of the witches doing something to me. It wasn't greed so was it pride? Lust?"
It was rare to have a mental lapse like this, his spectacular memory his other saving grace besides his return from death ability.
"Alright whoever did this! I won't let you get to me! I'll be back soon and be reunited with my precious EMILIAAAAA~!"
He yelled it at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing against the void louder and louder. The walls began to shake, the hangers rattling, large cracks bursting through the room as his voice continued to build to a roar.
"Oh crap did I just-"
Before he finished that thought chunks of plaster and floors of fabric crushed and smothered him, his spine breaking as Natsuki Subaru breathed his la-
Natsuki Subaruz awoke confused.
He could still feel the sensation of being crushed to death, his form shaking as he swore the sound of bones crunching still echoed faintly. The weirdest thing was how good it had felt, a flash of pink amidst the black and purple that usually filled his vision when he returned from death, Natsuki trembling till the shudders passed. As he got up, he noticed something odd in his reflection, his tracksuit resting looser on his form.
"EH?! WH- Eh hem. Don't yell Subaru don't make the same mistake. Damn so my checkpoint was changed too. Where am I?!"
As he wondered aloud he unzipped his tracksuit, inspecting himself as he undressed his top half. The arms felt looser, his pants also dragging a bit against the ground as he wondered if the elastic had been stretched. Sure he had been using it heavily, but it wouldn't just suddenly not fit right? Besides this was more than just something off with his clothes, his body looked smaller. When he tried to flex a muscle, barely any was left, his shoulders especially almost... curved?
"No, this can't be. Return by death always takes me back just as I am!"
Despite the declaration he could see his shoulders looked slimmer, and the top of the first rack seemed a bit taller than he remembered too. Had he shrunk? Something was very strange and he didn't like how... appealing his shoulders looked as he stared at himself, half undressed.
"I’d better get out of here before anything else happens. I'll definitely find an exit eventually, though I hope I don't have to starve to death, that would suck. Or wait, I'd dehydrate first then- No no positive thoughts self. Emilia is waiting for me!"
He zipped up his hoodie, ignoring how much more obvious the folds were as they pooled against him, the cuffs of his sweats becoming a bother as they kept slipping over his feet. Strangest of all was a certain tenderness in his chest, the constant brush of loose fabric on it feeling almost... arousing?
He pressed on, choosing the north open doorway, traveling through a few rooms before entering what seemed like an Egyptian-themed area with showcases of jewelry and makeup next to the bangled skimpy cloth. Something bothered him in the back of his mind, but he couldn't figure out what, just knowing that there was some detail he was missing as he went to move forwards, but he stepped on his pants the wrong way, the stretchy elastic ripping as he stumbled forwards, crashing into one of the displays.
"Gah stupid pants! Surely there's a spell to rebind elastic once I'm out. Let me roll them- Huh?"
He had meant to adjust them but his hands were stuck, something soft slipping over, pain racing through his middle finger as a sensation like spider silk weaving its way down his palms and squeezing. They were... uh... well he didn't know the right term but the closest was fingerless gloves, a gold ring too small for his middle fingers yet pushing down anyways making his fingers kind of stretch almost like taffy being squeezed through a hole, the nail sharpening as the gloves slipped down all at once. The black pantyhose-like material was snug, his palms trembling as it squeezed to the point of pain, the bones audibly crunching though, again that weird erotic throb seemed to replace the pain, Natsuki's nipples throbbing as his hands began to move outside his control.
"W-Woah bad hands! Hey stop that! Is Betelgeuse back from the dead? No don't grab-"
There was a crash as his body was forced to its feet, only to fall yet again once he slammed into one of the makeup displays, a thick cloud of powder and foundation giving the room a white haze, adding to the surrealness as Natsuki's hands continued to drag him about. He could feel them shrinking, the fabric softening his palms, his nails growing long atop slender fingers as gold bangles cracked his wrists to size. He could barely resist as they tore into his clothes, ripping his trademark look as he was undressed.
He was in a fight with himself, and he was losing, his hands knocking him into more display cases, greater gouts of powder turning the haze into a fog, mascara and eyeliner adding scarlet plumes to the mix that stung his eyes, his hands grabbing fallen earrings. The jagged ends sliced like razors against his cheeks, Natsuki screaming as his face's shape was thinned forcefully, though any shaved off flesh collapsed to caked on makeup that thickened the fog. The true pain came with the piercing, his earlobes shivering as their shape reformed, his thinner jaw moving wordlessly as makeup choked out any words of protest, his eyes stinging as mascara latched onto his lashes like a parasite, forcing them to grow.
His right hand grabbed a red eyeliner pen, Subaru struggling against it through the fog, more tables collapsing in the fight as he could barely see even an inch in front of him. His resistance stopped once the pen jabbed into his right eye, blinding him as he cried out in pain. He wasn't ready for the pleasure as his hand quickly drew an outline for an eye much larger, almond shaped, Natsuki's skull scrunching to fit the drawn-on box as the pained sclera of his eye pounded with pleasure. It doubled as it added to his left, his skull crunching, squeezing every pleasure spot in his brain as his screams breathed more of the makeup smog that now choked him. Foundation coated every inch, plunging into his pores, burning through his hairs, Natsuki a twitching mess as a ribbon tore at his scalp.
One hand held a mirror up as he could just barely make out a tube of lipstick filling out the contours of his lips, his scalp and lungs competing for how much pain they could inflict as they both burned. And yet it felt good, Subaru's mouth no longer under his control, puckering as he stared into a girly reflection, something pleasing about it, his brain thrashing in its skull as the makeup smog choked him from the inside, Natsuki struggling, wheezing, unable to-
Natsuki Shubaruz awoke confused.
His lungs still burned, he could feel it deep inside his chest, heavy, thick coughs erupting from him as something slid up his throat. White plumes spewed with every chesty heave, eventually relief filling him as he coughed up a chalky-looking lump, cool air filling his lungs as he gave a pleased groan.
"Oh god I thought I was about to..."
He felt up his throat, gasping as a sharp nail poked the tender flesh, Natsuki staring down at slender fingers, his palms partially hidden inside sleeves just a bit too long. Worse, the pain of the cough had hidden a more subtle tingle rolling across his skin, the makeup from his previous death clearly still with him as his skin was rejuvenated. It wasn't a massive change visually as a silky texture replaced his not quite as rugged as he wanted complexion with a sheen that could rival Emilia's. And though it wasn't obvious at a glance, it made everything feel all the more tender as he rolled along the floor, trying to moan as quietly as possible lest he force another cave in.
He gradually worked his way up, wincing at the erection he was sporting, trying not to feel up the base of his cock too hard given how dainty his hands were, but giving a quick pat around to feel even his pubes had been shaved, as his fingers stroked above in a half daze, his skin so nice to rub, his nipples also hardening in agreement as he wrapped his hands around his-
"N-No no don't give in. I-I have a lot more self control than my old self! ...This is really my voice now?"
There were so many changes his mind was still catching up to as he tried a few notes, his voice a kind of mid pitch alto which combined with the chin length hair and fully done up face made for a pretty obvious showcase of what was happening to him. Though despite the dire straits, he still couldn't help but flex his new voice for some otaku gratification.
"Ah~! D-D-Did you just touch my boobs Natsuki? B-Baka! Perv- Hmm no it's not really right for a tsundere. Maybe more of an... Ara ara Natsuki-Kun, staring at my chehhhst ahh~ r-right focus."
Old habits, he couldn't help who he was even in such a dire situation. Actually because he was so used to death at this point, perhaps his danger sense was atrophying more, leading to such outbursts. He needed more mental training, just his body wasn't enough. Speaking of his body, he unzipped his jacket and pulled up on the pooled-up shirt beneath, staring at his chest to confirm what he feared he would see.
"Well... could be worse nngh stupid sexy voice. S-Stop ahh~ t-huurning me ahhn~!"
His pecs hadn't changed much, though they had lost definition, looking soft in the way moobs were on a rather thin, but sedentary guy. The nipples though were a different story. Bright pink, smooth, large areolas. Honestly just looking at them made him feel like he was spying on something dirty. He fully peeled his tracksuit off, worried about accidentally rubbing or stimulating them, not wanting any further accidents.
The moment he stripped a rustling sound grew around him, almost sounding like wind, multiple shelves trembling. He looked up, worried his earlier tsundere impression had caused another stupid death, only for a bra to fall onto his bare chest, snaking around as if alive as more pieces flocked to his flesh. His sweats somehow slipped off as he squirmed about, a dress slithering as it wrapped around his form. His slim shoulders were strangled even tinier, arm-length gloves wrapping around his hands as they squeezed away his muscle. Another ribbon fluttered onto his hair, tearing at it, pulling it past his chin as he couldn't help but moan.
Why did it feel so good? His muscle flattening, his arms pulling open the dress to reveal a flat chest lovingly cupped by the silk. His hair was being arranged by the bow, ripping the resistance away as he stared at his aroused reflection, narcissistic joy filling his feminine features as he prepared to tweak his nipples. The ribbon was digging into his brain, forcing him to enjoy it, making him horny as he rubbed his chest against the glass, steaming it with his excited breaths.
His hands were ready to corrupt him, to make him their plaything, Natsuki afraid and curious at what his mind was about to experience as they crawled towards his nipples as he stepped forwards to make out with his own reflection. The clothes didn't know of his pooled sweatpants tangled up below, sliding back on the floor as Natsuki launched himself forwards, crashing into the mirror as the room filled with sparkling, falling shards of glass. He only noticed the shard sticking out of his chest when he looked down.
"Ahcchk?"
Blood spouted from his mouth as the room grew dim, the strength leaving his legs as his mouth gushed out life, everything fading away until finally, his chest still-
Natsuki Shubarutz awoke confused.
Hair pooled over his lips and collarbone, his tracksuit halfway to sliding off his frame as one shoulder sat exposed. Elegant fingers, slender womanly fat on muscleless arms leading up to thin, curved shoulders. Natsuki did not like the fact he was turned on by his own reflection, nor how hard his cock was as he groaned with need. Heat was flaring under his nipples, that chest shard apparently affecting his ribs in this return from death as he tugged at his collar. Before his pecs had been a normal kind of soft, now there was a firm rise. It wasn't much, but it was enough for a finger to sink half a centimeter as he moaned, Natsuki gasping as he shook his head clear. Even that teased him inadvertently, his long hair tickling his chest as he quickly pulled up his tracksuit the best he could.
"A-Alright self no more distractions. N-Need to get out of here while I'm still a man. Also no going about in the buff. I think these costumes pounce on naked flesh like those accursed rabbits. Just pick a different direction and walk."
It was awkward at first, the pooled fabric a constant tease on his flesh, Natsuki every now and then shimmying his tracksuit to keep it somewhat balanced. One hand had his sweats bunched up sometimes around his crotch or around his ass depending on how he wanted to shift his stance. He made sure to avoid touching any of the costumes. If he entered a room and it seemed to have a special kind of display, he immediately turned back and picked a different direction. Room after room of costumes, that faint sense of unease, some realization that kept nagging at him finally crystalized. There were only women's costumes here.
It was hardly a shocking realization given the clear gender bending trickery going on, but it gave him an odd sense of discomfort, like all these frilly, girly outfits were judging him, wanting his male tracksuit to conform. He wrote it off as just paranoia as he went through more and more rooms, having to scrunch up his pants a bit less, his nipples still faintly throbbing, though even that weird pleasure gradually faded. Had his tracksuit always been this soft?
After what felt like an hour of walking he took a break, finding a wide enough aisle to sit, wary of anything moving only to gasp as he lowered himself to the cold floor. That was the problem, his tip feeling the cold, Natsuki jerking up as he felt between his thighs. There was a tear in his pants, a small gap though enough to feel. Somehow his boxers had a similar hole too. Actually a lot of holes, like they were slowly disintegrating, but surely that was just his paranoia. He changed his sitting position, stretching his legs out as he promised himself to keep going in a few minutes. As he sat there he couldn't help but notice his calves felt a bit chilly, like the cuffs were being pulled imperceptibly up and up. He shifted again, but his cock flopped out, the hole now big enough for the mushroom head to rub against the floor, Natsuki moaning as hot flashes rolled over him.
He had to keep going, no time to rest, feeling paranoid that something was happening the longer he stayed here. He bunched up the top of his pants with the hem of his tracksuit, making it easier on himself as he pulled the fabric tight. A slight draft was noticeable, but manageable as he continued walking, more cold air blowing against his cock, the folds of soft, smooth feeling fabric leaving him in a constant state of tease as he tried not to have lewd thoughts. Just keep walking, another room, another aisle, the exit was coming up he affirmed, the bunch gradually tightening around his waist, calves beginning to peek out.
More rooms, more women's clothing, a continual arousal making Natsuki pant as he tried to ignore this increasing paranoid feeling of conformity. He blamed his Japanese upbringing of course, his grip tightening on the scrunch as rectangular bands began to imprint along the middle, the separation of sweatpants and sweatshirt becoming hazy as inside the bunched middle both were sewing together into a seamless mix in odd stitches, the borders becoming gaps, the gaps filling in.
Yes it had to be his cultural roots, those kinds of societal habits hard to eschew even in another world. He kept returning to this point to talk away the nerves, hours stretching on, his calves aching. It was hard to notice the cuffs receding since his socks were also slowly stretching up, white fabric becoming black as it pulled past his ankles, the weak squeeze masked by the pain of endless trekking as the costume shop stretched endlessly. His arms felt cold, the sleeves folding into themselves imperceptibly slowly, an inch exposed every hour, his collar distending as step after step warped its shape, its function.
Really it was just a sign of cultural empathy, that ingrained feeling not to stand out that Subaru despised, that had in part made him a NEET. Of course he'd feel weird surrounded by nothing but girly stuff, constantly trying to hold back his own arousal in an endless hallway. But it couldn't be endless. The end would appear at any moment, he just had to put up with it a little longer. Another room. Another aisle. His persistence would be rewarded. By the time his calves began to burn from exertion, his socks had stretched to calf height, more cold air blasting his cock as the hole had split further to a half foot of torn seams. His cock was flopping about, boxers shredded to nothing. On the bright side the chill helped tamper the arousal, though his knees were starting to feel the chill too, creamy upper calves exposed as his socks stopped rising.
"It's nhooot bad hff I-I hff hff c-can keep gohff iiing."
The muscle in his thighs was beginning to cramp, his calves like jello, an insistent throb letting him know he was nearing his limits yet he pushed himself onwards. Yellow banded in an awkward v shape around his half-torn "pants", the same as his folded arm cuffs. The paranoid throbbing had turned to a feminine feeling, that he had to conform, that this was right, hours and hours of skirts, dresses, skimpy costumes, frills, corsets, uniforms, bras, panties, leggings, tights, pantyhose all surrounding him over and over, a claustrophobic feeling of femininity crushing the masculinity from his form the longer he walked.
He stumbled through a doorway, groaning as he fell to his knees, the exhaustion too much as the final seams tore, a pleated bottom of his now finished schoolgirl uniform fluttering around his bare thighs. His legs felt like jello, the muscle abused and screaming for relief, for him to stop. As if responding to his desires, a bed sat in the middle of a circular space, negligee, pajamas, nightgowns, fetish wear-
"Nnngh ahh~!"
The skirt wasn't just fluttering around his thighs now, but massaging them, easing the pain, replacing it with warm, soothing pleasure as he crawled towards the bed. He needed this, he wanted this. He'd just rest a little, let the urges do what they had to and go on later. It wasn't good to hold this in anywa-
"Ohhh~!"
God his exhausted girl voice sounded sexy, and he had held off so long, the massaging squeeze of the skirt breaking down his muscle as he pulled himself onto the cotton sheets, moaning as torn, melted muscle softened into fat, making his thighs feel more pillowy as they squeezed around his bare shaft. Yes just let it happen, the socks feeling so good as his sore feet had their soreness massaged, arches popping, toes thinning, his calves bulging nicely as he continued to squeeze his bloating thighs around a cock beading with precum.
"Yesss~ YESS!"
Fuck it he needed this, the skirt spanking his ass cheeks sore, then warm as more muscle swelled, his plush thighs squeezing harder, his entire member throbbing. He was too tired to think, letting the pleasure guide him as he felt how nice his hands felt on his little Shubarutz. His ass bounced pleasantly against the mattress, his legs so smooth, so curvy as he rubbed them together.
A feeling was filling him, warm and comforting, relaxing all that angst and paranoia as he began eagerly stroking. What was it? This softness, this bliss? He felt it in his exposed collarbone, his throbbing nipples, the way his thighs squished as he rubbed them. His hair was braiding itself, shreds of plunging neckline tying around his hair in a bow as he realized what it was. He felt girly.
"Ohhh~ OHH GAAAAWD OH YESSSS~! OHHH OH~!"
Fuck his chest was beating so hard, his cock throbbing, ready to blow, his hands and thighs rubbing so eagerly, so readily. It was filling him, femininity, girliness, submission, whatever. Orgasmic softness spilling in every fold of melted muscle, Natsuki gasping as the acceptance pounded inside his chest as his nipples pulsed with growth. It was too much. Not figuratively, literally, Natsuki realizing he was drowning in it, the familiar feeling of his gate being overloaded with mana, too much trying to flow in, push out, his ribcage quaking as he was so close. He screamed as his chest seemed to burst, mana flooding every synapse of his brain as his brain collapsed in a boiling mass of masturbatory-
Natsuki Schubarutz awoke moaning.
The worst sensation of blue balls was assaulting his groin, urging him to continue, Natsuki having to clutch it through the skirt and hoping he could bear with it till it subsided, his legs splayed as he tried not to cum. And it was all for naught as his chest finished its surge. His capacity for mana was growing each death, more of whatever force was doing this to him gathering as his chest now sat at a perky pair of a cups.
His thighs squeezed as he came, the permanently plumped flesh urging it on as his voice quivered like something out of his fantasies or a hentai back on earth. His tracksuit was gone, replaced by the uniform it had turned into in the previous death, the fluttering softness eager for him to cum out more, to give up his seed as it began to work at his breasts, squeeze at his waist. Natsuki moaned, tearing at his old clothes gone traitor, so much of his body feminized as he finally broke free of the uniform's clutches, another thick wad of seed spilling as he slipped face first to the floor, his nipples shivering against the cold, the palpable squish of his breasts what drove him over the edge. It took a moment to recover, his thighs smeared with seed, Natsuki wondering how many more orgasms he had left as a man as he struggled to pull off his socks.
"Shit shit gotta get out of here gotta leave before any more- WAIT GOD NO I'M NAKE-"
It was just a hypothesis before, but it was being proven as shelves rattled once more, various outfits jumping off the racks to punish the sin of his nakedness. The winner this time was a red military uniform, double breasted and complete with a hat and gloves. There was no fighting it, the costume tearing open and resewing as it rolled over him more like a fluid than anything solid, boots clamping over his struggling feet, tight starchy cloth tailored for his new bottom half beyond a painful tightness in his crotch, the top squeezing the life out of him as a whip slid into his hand.
White military gloves followed, the increasingly familiar sensation of his body being puppeted by clothes at its most thorough as he was forced to stand, the control arousing and horrifying as unfamiliar weak spots were roughly groped, the hard starchy stuff chafing against his nipples as he flicked the whip and proceeded to snap it back, striking his left nipple as he squealed. It tore through the fabric, the whip dropping as pain pounded through the pec, Natsuki unsure if he was moaning or groaning as the muscle liquified. It surged, his heart racing as once again mana spilled into his system, seeing stars as his cock felt nearly as stiff as the uniform squeezing it, his breasts now a firm, pliable b cup. Instinctively he went to rub the soreness, forgetting just how bad an idea that was, the red pants dampening in the front as he tried to stifle his blissful cry.
The cloth reformed, squeezing his larger breasts, Natsuki grunting as the damp spot grew, his hands grasping at the fallen whip as his arm moved back.
"No p-please I don't GYAAAA~!"
SNAP
Like some kind of trained masochist, Natsuki's hand expertly flicked it, the sharp crack of it wrapping around his waist only exacerbated as it squeezed. It was ruthless, tighter than any corset, the force shattering his ribcage as his sides collapsed. All he could feel was pleasure as his skeleton curved, his figure finishing, his screams of bliss hiccuping as he could feel his releases starting to thin. The costume made him grind his hips, magic swelling as his spinal cord shattered, only the uniform keeping his figure in its shape as they pushed it further, Natsuki falling into depravity as all sensation suddenly popp-
Natsuki Schubartz awoke screaming.
He quickly smothered himself, hoping his arm would be enough to stop it before another collapse happened, his curved back and slender waist all bucking as his cock unloaded load after load. Apparently tearing off his outfit before now had him spawn completely naked, Subaru helpless as his cries echoed louder around him, the room quaking. He didn't even fight it as one more costume wrapped around him, the meshed undersuit groping every inch of his tender body, the bottom cup of it squeezing his balls as he was trapped in a building chain of orgasms.
The cuffs made him grope himself, the loose cups of the skimpy bunny suit filling as plump fat gushed out, Natsuki unable to think, only take it as he came, feeling like the animal in question as bunny ears wrapped around his head. Yes he was a horny slutty bunny just cum he had to cum just let it happen let it happen let it- Was that a piece of wall-
Natsuki Schubartz awoke cumming his brains out.
The loop was endless, the screams echoing and echoing as if he was surrounded by endless copies of his feminizing self all giving in, all watching themselves in the mirror as he groped his naked breasts, stroked his naked cock. There was no holding it in any more, Natsuki just desperate to cum before the space collapsed, before he was crushed, though the sensation of lethal force groping his plump chest harder than anyone could handle had left him a hopeless pleasure addict, each ending just picking back up where it left off again and again as his balls clenched, completely out of-
Natsuki Schbartz awoke shooting blanks.
Hot spurts of nothing burning through his crotch, making his balls ache. They needed to let something out, the pain twisting inside, Natsuki's screams rising once more in a Shepard tone of ecstasy, always rising, building, quaking. Fuck he had to cum, needed it so bad, his balls hurting, cock twitching, begging the space to stay firm just another minute longer, another sec-
Natsuki Schartz awoke screeching.
It was like the backfire of a car engine, something punching into his groin, tears and drool splattering down his face as a violent wrenching push hollowed him out, his balls fucking him, carving their way deeper and deeper in his hips as shots of soapy, thinning cum emptied the last of his seed. He was being fucked he realized, the bliss beyond anything he could handle, his brain seizing as a burning smell assaulted his mind, Natsuki choking on something thick as his groin split apart.
Natsuki Schwartz awoke in a pink glow completely naked.
His balless cock throbbed fitfully, the last thing left, Natsuki confused as he floated in the pink void. Throb throb throb suck. That was the rhythm of his cock as he squealed, each orgasm an inch of cock sliding inside, the pink glow brightening. He was a confused mess of pleasure and questions, unsure how this was happening, why, his body suffused with mana, brimming with more than even Roswaal. And then it appeared, the final costume. It started with an orange witch hat, its wide brim hugging his head as his cock shook and sank to his delight. Because she knew now. She understood it all.
It was amazing how much knowing changed things, her strained face softening to satisfaction as she fingered her slit, palming it inside as her top formed next. She was suffused in lust, the witch factor of lust as prominent as envy as the hijacking had been successful, her rebirth about as perfect as could be asked for as a continuous stream of clear cum pulsed from her thinning cock, spells and knowledge and culture filling her head as she stuffed her lower head inside her aching slit. Her cloak formed last, draping around her shoulders as she forced her cock to invert, one final shuddering orgasm releasing the last of her masculinity as she screamed, so much knowledge fucking its way inside, her head ready to split, her cock melting and squeezing into a virgin pussy as she was overloaded with-
Natsumi Schwartz awoke as if from a pleasant dream, yawning as she stretched out a few kinks in her body, calisthenics important to her upkeep in both physicality and spirituality. Besides, she had some time to waste as reality rewrote itself, her lust easy enough to affect anyone with vague affection towards her, not wanting any hiccups in her rebirth now that she was this far in.
Echidna had tried to woo him over to becoming her avatar, but this was much better, that cold logic failing to understand how easy a man with love on his mind could be to twist around the pinky of pleasure. Then again it wasn't like becoming a girl had changed her romantic nature all that much. She was horny for Emilia, maybe even more than before at the thought of their soft bodies squeezing together, all that lust and orgasmic potential making her feel wet, though she had cum enough in the last few lives to satiate her for a while.
"Well let’s see how Emilia loves the new me! I made sure to make her preferences more flexible hehehe... Don't worry Emilia, your witch in shining armor is here! Hmm or would it be in fluttering robes? But this robe's not really that fluttery."
Even with her gender inverted and body reshaped, Natsumi was at the end of the day a massive nerd. And no matter how much lust and envy magic she was stuffed with, the only girl she'd have eyes on was Emilia.
