WIP - Hilda the Pretty Pink Panties [Inanimate TF]

Willing clothes TF plus reality warp alternate ending. This story takes place during the Verdant Wind section of Fire Emblem Three Houses, but does not include any spoilers.

"Ugh, that was the WORST war council meeting EVER." Hilda groaned, kicked off her boots, and flopped onto Marianne's bed. "I need you, Marianne…"

Marianne sat on her bed and began running her delicate fingers through her girlfriend's smooth pink hair. "It was rather long this time."

"If Doro and Ingie don't get here soon I think I'm gonna fall asleep…" Hilda let out an unrestrained yawn.

"Sleep if you need to, honey." Marianne placed a tender kiss on Hilda's head. "I love you~"

"Love you too~" Hilda said sleepily.

After a few minutes, Dorothea and Ingrid arrived, both carrying a special tome. The ancient-looking volume was a metre tall and about thirty centimetres thick, weighing in at over fifty kilograms. Ingrid and Dorothea were dating each other, and often joined Hilda and Marianne for some horny group activities. These activities often involved strange kinds of magic, and thus the tome was required.

"Took you long enough," Hilda griped as she sat up.

"You try lugging this thing all the way here next time," Ingrid rebuked as she and Dorothea dropped the ornate book on Marianne's desk.

"Oh, I'm too small to carry something like that." Hilda insisted.

"You lifted Rafael with one hand," Dorothea added, "and Balthus with the other."

"I don't know how that story started, but tales of my strength are greatly exaggerated." Hilda huffed, crossing her arms.

"Hilda, I was there, I saw you do that. You're incredible, don't try to deny it!" Dorothea giggled.

"Oh yeah…" Hilda conceded. "Anyway, let's get started already! I wanna be wrapped around Marianne so bad!"

All four women stripped and tossed aside their clothing, then opened up the ancient text to the correct page.

"Is everyone ready?" Marianne asked before beginning.

"Yep!"

"Mmhmm!"

"Hell yeah!"

This wasn't the first time they transformed into clothes, let alone inanimate objects - not by a long shot. Each of them were pretty kinky (especially Hilda) and loved transforming themselves into all sorts of objects and creatures - Marianne loved centaur transformations in particular!

Hilda, Dorothea, and Ingrid sat on the floor while Marianne read out the special incantation. As Marianne finished speaking, a familiar golden glow appeared around them all as their bodies began to change.

Marianne's body saw the least change, as her boobs inflated from cute bumps to sizable Double Ds and her hips subtly widened.

Hilda curled up in the fetal position, loosely hugging her knees. Her hands melted onto her legs as her arms becsme softer and stretchier. Her legs fused together and her head retracted into her torso, becoming the crotch of her pantied figure. As her body flattened out, it reconstituted itself as beautiful pink cloth. Hilda was once again Marianne's panties.

Dorothea split her legs to the side and raised her arms in the air. As her torso widened and began to split in two, her arms stretched like elastic bands, arching over and down until her hands were holding her feet. The songstress' face vanished and her head shrunk as her body split from her pussy all the way to her neck. Skin faded and reformed into a silky chestnut coloured fabric. Her hands merged into her feet, completing twin bra straps. What was once her head became a band strap connecting the two sides of her form, which were now matching bra cups exactly the right size for Marianne's new breasts. Double Doro? Regardless, Dorothea was now a DD cup bra.

Ingrid stretched out and touched her toes as her body lost all rigidity. Her shape changed to a near-perfect circle as her mouth began to open inhumanly wide. Her legs fused together, as did her arms, as they turned into black lace. Her hand and feet became two little golden pins that could hook together. A hole formed at the back of her now-hollow head, reaching through to her front which was no more than a face-sized hole. Her blonde hair became one with her skin as her head finished transforming into a golden ring. Finally, Ingrid had become a choker.

Despite lacking any human features, the three pieces of clothing retained all their senses, such as sight and sound, and could perceive both themselves and their surroundings. They could also communicate telepathically with each other and with Marianne - a rather handy feature of the spell she had just cast.

"You all look so cute!" Marianne cooed, letting a rare unrestrained smile grace her lips.

'Marianne, I need a face full of your pussy! Please wear me, I need it so bad!' Hilda cried impatiently.

'Ooh, this is always so exciting! I love holding a nice, soft pair of tiddies~' Dorothea would surely be drooling had she still been able to.

'Oh Owner, what are you waiting for?~' Ingrid roleplayed coyly, something the four loved to do together. 'Your clothes need their big, beautiful owner to wear them~'

'Me first! Marianne, wear me first!' Hilda insisted desperately.

'Don't listen to Hilda, Owner, wear me first! She didn't call you Owner! Surely I deserve to be first on your body!' Dorothea teased.

'Hmmph!' Hilda pretended to be upset, but was truthfully already having fun.

Marianne had already decided to pick Hilda first, and it was for one simple reason: she considered Hilda to be her good luck charm. Being an unfortunate woman with a rare, beastly crest, she felt her luck was particularly lacking. However, whenever she was with Hilda - her lovely, wonderful girlfriend - she felt like the luckiest lady in Fodlan. Hilda really was her pair of good luck panties.

Gently lifting the pink panties to her face, Marianne smiled warmly and placed a soft kiss on Hilda's fabric. "You're so cute and tiny, Hilda! Hee hee!"

'Nnng, I LOVE feeling you slide your legs through me!' Hilda moaned blissfully as her wearer began to pull her up her body. 'Yes! Oh Marianne, your legs are so hot! Your skin is so smooth… Nnng, I missed this~'

With one final tug and a gentle snap of her waistband, Hilda was snugly encasing her lover's nether regions.

"Is it too tight? Do you need me to loosen you a bit?"

'Tighter! Tighter, please! This is HEAVEN, I need MORE! Aaahhhh, Marianne, your pussy is perfect! It's all mine! Your ass is so soft, so perfect for hugging tight! It's all mine, too! I'm never letting go this time, you're stuck with me forever, Marianne~'

Marianne delicately slid her index finger over her clitty, pressing Hilda tighter against her body. "Is that any way to speak to your owner?~" The quiet lady bit her lip.

'You're stuck with me forever, Owner~' Hilda corrected herself.

"Good girl~" Marianne whispered as she gently grabbed Hilda's waistband again and pulled her tighter.

'Oh Goddess YES~' Hilda gushed, the crotch of her fabric getting firmly lodged between Marianne's labia. 'I love you, Owner!'

Marianne's pussy began to drool at the wonderful sensation of her partner stuck between her legs.

"Now you be a good girl down there while Owner puts on her bra and choker, alright panties?"

'Mmmhmmmm~' Hilda was too preoccupied hugging Marianne's butt and soaking up her pussy juice to give a coherent response.

'Oh Owner! I'll be your good girl too! I'll hold your tits in place just right, and I promise I'll be soft and comfy!' Dorothea gushed enthusiastically.

Marianne grabbed Dorothea and Ingrid and sat on her bed, squishing the seat of Hilda's fabric under her shapely booty. She placed Ingrid aside for a moment, then pulled her arms through Dorothea's straps. After hooking them together behind her back, Dorothea was firmly hugging Marianne's torso.

'Ah! Oh Goddess! Ah! Owner, your boobs! They're so wonderfully heavy! Nnng, please tell me I'm doing a good job! Am I your good girl? Am I making you feel as good as you're making me feel?'

"Oh Doro, you feel divine~" Marianne gasped breathlessly. "My good girl, hugging her owner's chest! My adorable, soft bra, doing such a good job! My sweet little thing, right where she belongs~"

'Eeeee! Oh Owner, you're the best! Please bounce your boobs for me, I love it when you do that!' Dorothea shrieked with joy, enamoured by her owner's luscious melons bulging into her loving grasp.

'And me! Marianne, bounce for me too!' Hilda added.

"Only because you're such good girls~" Marianne cooed, then began to gently

bounce while sitting on her soft, springy mattress. Up and down, up and down, the priestess rewarded her living lingerie. "Mmm, ah!"

Hilda was pressed harder and pulled tighter as Marianne's ass rhythmically pressed against her comfy bedsheets. Meanwhile, Dorothea jiggled in sync with Marianne's big, wonderous tiddies. Her straps were pulled taut and her cups pressed tighter with each forceful drop of her owner's lovely breasts.

Marianne stopped bouncing so she could cup a boob in each hand. "My sweet panties… My sweet bra… good girls~" With a loving smile, she squeezed her encased tits and tightly pressed her thighs together.

Turning her attention to Ingrid, Marianne grabbed her final piece of transformed clothing. "You've been so patient! Oh my little choker, you're such a good girl~" wrapping Ingrid's little lacey body around her neck, Marianne fastened her securely in place.

'Mmm! This is so intimate! Owner, I can feel your pulse racing!' Ingrid chimed brightly.

Now that she was adorned with all three former humans, Marianne stood up and faced herself in the mirror. "I feel so pretty! Wearing my good girls makes me feel so much more confident! Hee hee!"

'Owner, you are pretty!' Dorothea affirmed.

'Gorgeous, I'd say!' Ingrid agreed.

'Marianne you are so fucking HOT, god DAMN.' Hilda couldn't contain her overwhelming lust for the love of her life.