DRESSFEST '96 STARTS NOW

Okay, so you've more or less successfully gotten into the city. Now what? It doesn't seem like there's that much of a ticking clock on this whole "Pact with a For Real Demon" thing, given that...well, given that said demon is currently giggling madly as it bobbles in front of your stoic butler's chest, babbling about how this is how big her boobs should be but not an orb a rilly rilly hot boobie and...

...yeah, you think you're safe for now. Still, there seems to be some sort of hidden cult dealie going on here, and the guards seem to be pretty on the ball. You've got Boxjaw fooled for now, but you're all too aware that you're one errant cackle away from one knight taking some of your parts and putting them over there, and another knight putting some of your other parts over there, and so on. Better take stock of your assets and try to figure out where to go from here.

Well, you've got Dogsbody. Your serene, if somewhat genitally overblessed, butler offers you the faintest smile as she continues to weather the Bimbo Orb's bubbleheaded ranting. Anything you need from her, you're confident she'll see done. You've also got the aforementioned Orb, who knows all about this mystic stuff and does have a vested interest in helping you. But she's also, again, a For Real Demon. Maybe let's not lean too heavily on that as a plus. Then there's Duchess, your sort of daughter, sort of dog, sort of fuckbuddy, who's currently squishing her chest into your side and whimpering about the dresses you promised to get her. Probably a wash, but fuck it; we're putting her in the win column.

All that leaves is your book of spells that can change reality as you see fit, making you like unto a God. Let's try delving into that a bit, shall we?

You blink, causing the graphic interface of Ultimate Power to super impose itself over your surroundings. Okay, so, this is still back. What changed? It's certainly still not the same preorder bonus version you once had access to. You experimentally select Dogsbody and scroll through the options, careful not to make any selections. As far as you can tell, the interface is just a more convenient way to select the broad stroke spells listed in your book; mostly stuff listed under evocative titles like "MILF-to-Be", "Buttslutt Deluxe", "Ultra Stud"...hrm. It all seems powerful, but these are such blunt tools. If you go around turning everyone into milk-dripping sluts or whatever, your parts are definitely going to be spread all over.

"Hey, uh..." What was the demon's name? Fuck it. "....Bimborb. How do I get this book powered back up?"

The demon, who's begun booping itself into Dogsbody's nose in an attempt to get her to make a face, flashes a shrugging emoji.

ヾ(❛ε❛“)ʃ "I'unno! Ummmm.....prolly jus' usin' it? Like, a bunch? 'Specially the rilly tough stuff. Ooo, like the, um, remembering thingie!"

Okay, continued use making it stronger makes sense, but that last part escapes you."The what?"

Dogsbody clears her throat, continuing to ignore the Bimborb's continued booping. "It is undoubtedly referring to a memory or reality-altering aspect of Sir's book."

Oh shit true?! You go back to the options listed on the interface and sure enough, there's a line at the very bottom that reads "RETROACTIVE CHANGES: 1/1". So okay, that means what, you can make it so no one notices a change once a day? Does that include you? Because that would definitely become a spiral of shittiness. Luckily there is a little "Settings" button, and before long you've exempted Dogsbody and yourself from the memory altering effects of any Reotractive Changes. Duchess too; she's probably too dim to notice most changes anyway. After a long moment's hesitation, you add the Bimborb as well. You aren't crazy about it, but decide it's the best play to try and keep everyone on the same page.

Okay. Now you just need someone to test this on. You lay a hand on Duchess's poofy head, the girl's little tail immediately beginning to wag as her whines quickly die down. "Okay Duchess. Let's go buy you some dresses."

You'd been worried that your requirements were a bit too specific for even Dogsbody, honestly. But you should have had more faith; you asked your butler to take you to a dress shop that was quality enough to please Duchess, but obscure enough that there wouldn't be any other customers to get in your way she absolutely delivered. The dresses and gowns that fill the rather spacious shop Dogsbody led you too are obviously top notch even to your untrained eye, and the borderline desperation with which the matronly, gray-haired tailor ushers you inside makes it clear that business has been rather slow.

So slow, in fact, that the fact that the girl you present to her as your daughter has doggy ears and a little tail goes utterly unremarked upon. Or maybe that's some sort of style now; you sure as shit wouldn't know. Either way she simply shooes you into a chair and strips the giggling Duchess down to her terribly overtaxed underthings so she can busily begin to take her measurements.

The woman clucks her tongue as she wraps her measure around your 'daughter's overripe bosom. "Lord Above, I see why you need new dresses dearie! We certainly are a growing girl, aren't we?" Duchess puffs up under what she's apparently decided is high praise, flashing you a proud smile and giving her breasts a jiggle that nearly knocks the tailor off her feet. You let out what you hope is a quiet hiss of breath as your overcharged dick swells inside your too-tight pants at the sight of the girl's wobbling abundance. You busy yourself with bringing up the interface to Ultimate Power.

Luckily the tailor seems focused on the task at hand as she jots down the last of Duchess's delicious measurements, calling out to the back of the shop. "Laurie, fetch us a bolt of velvet now, duckling!" Oh, who's this Laurie now? You had been about to select the tailor, but options are pretty fucking dope. There's a rustling sound from deep within the stacks of cloth and half-finished dresses, and then a quite frazzled looking girl appears carrying several bunches of fabric that even you know are not velvet. Appears isn't quite right. More specifically, she stumbles into view as she trips over something, letting out a yelp as she flings away her utterly incorrect bundles and crashes to the floor.

The tailor lets out a long suffering sigh as the girl scrambles to her feet, trying to quickly gather up the cloth that wouldn't be right even if she could get it all into her arms. "I-I-I'm so sorry Auntie Lou, I just, I had the, um, velvet? But it was so slippery and I-!"

The tailor, apparently the flustered girl's aunt, waves a weary hand to cut her off. "It's alright, Laurie, just leave all of that there. It's not velvet either way."

The girl's face falls. She would be quite pretty if she wasn't so clearly aware of how out of her depths she was. "Oh...but, I thought..."

The tailor shakes her head a little, not unkindly. "How about another go at it, duckling?"

The girl swallows hard and hesitantly nods, shooting you an absolutely mortified look as she turns and scrambles away to the back of the store. Woof, this is pretty hard to sit though. As soon as the shopgirl is apparently out of earshot, her aunt gives a regretful sigh. "Poor thing. She wants to be a seamstress like her blessed mother so desperately, rest her soul." She sighs again, her eyes wistful as she fusses with the utterly oblivious Duchess's hair. "No head for the trade though. No idea how I'm going to keep us both afloat but..."

The tailor trails off as her niece slowly shuffles back into view, eyes locked forlornly onto the floor. The older woman sighs again, then shrugs grandly. "Oh well, no matter duckling. Why don't you just take a seat, and we can try going over it all again when we don't have customers?" She turns back to Duchess, muttering not quite quiet enough to escape your hearing, "Not like we're expecting any more today anyway..."

Laurie sniffs, doing her best not to meet anyone's eyes as she sinks into the seat next to you and buries her face into her hands. This is just...yeah, this is pretty goddamn bleak. But not so bleak that you haven't already selected Laurie and begun mentally swiping through the options Ultimate Power has made available. Okay, are any of these spells...nice? It's pretty hard to tell for nearly all of them, and if you can test this out without making these miserable people even more miserable, that'd be dandy. Welllll......"Blowjob Queen"? She'd be good at something then, at least. Fuck it, ride or die. You mentally flick "RETROACTIVE CHANGES" on, select "Blowjob Queen", and then watch as "1/1" changes to "0/1".

You have to clutch the arms of your chair as a wave of vertigo washes over you, the store itself beginning to shift and swell and change. Jesus Christ, just how retroactive are these changes?! You watch in amazement as the cluttered shop of a talented but poorly-staffed dressmaker steadily warps itself into an immaculate, impeccably outfitted dress shop that simply drips "success". The very chair you were sitting in has changed right under your nose from an uncomfortable wooden affair to a plush, wonderful thing. You're startled to find that there are suddenly more people in the store as well, no less than four tastefully attired assistants efficiently darting here and there with the sort of undeniable skill that Laurie had so obviously lacked. How the fuck did you go from "Blowjob Queen" to this?!

You whip your eyes up to the tailor and are stunned to find that she has changed too, the lines of stress that creased her face a distant memory and a single streak of silver the only remnant of her previously nag-grey hair. She smiles serenely and she clips back her suddenly shining hair, without a doubt the same woman but looking twenty years younger as she thoughtfully considers Duchess's overstuffed hourglass of a figure. "Hmm, yes, this will be quite the task, dearie." She gives your faux daughter's ponderous rack a friendly little pat as she turns her revitalized eyes back towards you. "You really are very lucky to have found us during a lull in our bookings; we're otherwise full up on orders throughout this whole year!"

The tailor begins issuing crisp orders to the seamstresses around her, obviously taking pleasure in the task at hand. "Beth, Tessa, will you fetch the green velvet and the thin silk? Quite a lot of the thin silk; we've got one hell of a bosom to present." She casts her eyes back towards you with a smile. "It will take a moment to settle on a pattern, so perhaps Laurie can help you pass the time?"

Oh fuck, you had entirely forgotten about the girl you actually cast the spell on! You spin around just in time to see the girl lifting her face up from where, in what was apparently a previous life, she had been quietly crying into her hands. You briefly take note of the fact that her previously thrown together attire has been replaced by a stunningly elegant gown, high-necked but hugging wonderfully close to her wickedly pert form. And then she's lifted her head to give you a coquettish wink, her previously cute face transformed by a newfound supreme confidence and the new addition of a pillowy-soft pair of plump dick-sucking lips into a teasingly beautiful visage of professional carnality.

You swallow hard, your ensorcelled cock audibly busting a seam in your pants. "Um...sounds good?"

Laurie giggles as she sinks fluidly to the ground before you, slinking up onto her knees as she drapes her slender arms over your lap, eyes locked onto your throbbing groin as she lightly bites her devastatingly lush lower lip. She flicks her eyes provocatively up at you as she reaches out to lightly massage your enraptured dick, gauging exactly what you're packing. She coos in delight when as she expertly fishes out your absurd girth, eyes a glassy with arousal as she flashes you a wicked smile. "Dress shopping is so much nicer when there's a little something for dad, don't you agree?"

"Oh, absolut-!" Whatever stupid thing you were about to say is cut off when Laurie slowly opens her otherworldly lips, gives your pre-dolloping head a little lick, and then swallows your entire shaft in one effortless motion. Blowjob Queen?! More like Blowjob Fucking Empress!

The tailor chuckles as you slump back in your chair, unable to stop yourself from moaning loudly as you hump wildly into Laurie's more than capable throat, the girl's smiling eyes utterly fulfilled as she suckles your shaft and utterly flaunts the human need for breath. "Oh, little Laurie always wanted to be a courtesan. Just like her blessed mother, rest her soul. I dare say my little duckling far outshines even her, though! And I don't mind saying it has been a world of good for business, being the only dressmakers in the whole city with a Royal Certified courtesan on staff."

You can only nod along dumbly as Laurie cups your massive balls in her warm little hand and you instantly gush your entire load down her throat, the transformed girl not missing a beat as she gulps down your torrent of seed. You spurt rope after rope, but Laurie simply curls the edges of her widely stretched lips in a delighted smile as she effortlessly swallows everything you've got to give. After what seems like an eternity the girl lets your blissful dick slip out of her mouth with a loud pop, primly running a finger over her fat lower lip as she favors you with a self-pleased grin.

The tailor lets out a thoughtful hum as she holds a bolt of silk against Duchess's hip. "Hrm, I think we can do better, yes dearie? This may take a while longer, duckling."

Laurie gives a happy nod, and before you know what's happening she's sucked you back into her heavenly mouth and you're loudly moaning all over again, somehow brought back to full erection again by the girl's mystically-granted prowess. If this isn't the single most worthwhile use of demonically-granted power for at least the decade, you would be wildly surprised. Lord knows you've made your share of mistakes lately, but this?

You done good, son.
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