Delusions of Princess Fischl

 

This was a collab with Redrocian

A chubby fellow, dressed in a black, medieval mercenary costume, brandishing an eyepatch, leaped off his bed lunging forward with a plastic sword. He bantered to an invisible enemy while lost within a pretend play. The one childishly prancing about the disheveled apartment was Brendan, a man who dreamed big and lived lazy.

“Hark! I am the sovereign of the Württemberg! And I have never known defeat! Tremble before my Auge der Verurteilung!” he yelled while unconvincingly swirling his sword. He had a flare for roleplay, and this week’s escapist fantasy was a magical knight who spoke at times in German, who was ruler of a prosperous kingdom under siege.

Brendan was a colossal nerd and a social outcast who cared not for those who looked down on his peculiarities. Possessing a wide eyed wonderment and no drive for responsibility, he wished for things to come easy. After flunking out of College and being hit with some cold hard reality, he found himself aimless and yearning for an escape. He had just been fired from his most recent factory job, so unwinding through a bit of roleplay was just the remedy he needed.

Doing a backstep as if to dodge an oncoming strike, Brendan stubbed a heel on some stray garbage littering his floor. It almost knocked him onto his back, but he recovered. It did however kill his performance and he sat down on his bed to let out a sigh.

“What am I doing?” he wondered out loud. “I’m just a loser with dumb dreams of grandeur. I wish I could pull myself together but… agh, why can’t I be an awesome knight or a magician? I want to go on an adventure!”

At the height of his frustrated lament, a large raven came crashing through an open window. He leaped off his bed in fright and stared at the odd sight, brandishing his plastic sword in a defensive stance. The exotic bird was huge, its feathers sort of ruffled but still well-kept. There were purple accents all over its body, some on its face creating the appearance of a goatee and others in the feathers on top of its head that were slicked back and spiky. The underside feathers of its wings radiated an electric purple, with the border along the topside of its wings giving off a soft, neon glow. As it shook its head rising from the crash sight, it turned its strikingly human looking violet eyes towards Brendan.

“Ah good! Very good!” The strange bird yelled, the fact it could talk causing Brendan to take another step back.

The bird cocked its head a bit and continued, “It seems I’ve immediately found help upon passing over to this world. Please sire, I am in great need of your assistance! There isn’t much time!”

Stunned by the impossible experience, Brendan stammered, "Wh-What? Who... how... o-other world?! A-And how can you talk?!"

The raven shuffled impatiently. "I am Oz, and I come from the Evernight Kingdom, a world separate from your own. We were attacked and though we fought valiantly, we were overcome. Worse still, our valiant princess fell in the battle. However, hope is not yet lost for us. I was able to save her essence! But without a body to call her own it fades more with each passing moment."

Oz bowed his head. "Please, stranger, I beg of you. The princess is more important than you could ever imagine. If you are willing to accept her power into yourself we may yet be able to save our kingdom from destruction. You would be doing us all a great service."

Brendan's eyes were sparkling. It felt like a dream, the escapism his wished for, power and adventure, was now laid out before him free for the taking. The moment the raven had mentioned other worlds and great power for himself his decision had been made. He could care less in his excitement over any specifics mentioned by Oz.

"Yes! Yes yes yes! I accept! Give me her essence, her power!” he squealed, before realizing he should handle himself more like the valiant warrior he would soon become and struck a more serious pose. “I, Brendan of Württemberg, do humbly accept. I beseech thee, fill this vessel with thy Prinzessin’s power and one shall gladly descend upon the battlefields of the Immernachtreich.”

"I understand how unfair this may seem to you, but the importance of this cannot be understated. Your sacrifice would be rem- I-I'm sorry? You... want this?"

Oz appeared confused, before shaking his head. "Very well, there is no time to waste asking for the reasons behind your decision. This is a better outcome than I could have hoped for; I never expected to find a willing vessel."

Brendan was practically vibrating with excitement, his eyes widening in awe as the raven opened one of his talons, revealing a glowing, dark purple gem that seemed to swim and crackle with energy.

"This was the Princess's Gem of Darkness, the source of much of her power and what I have used to store her essence. Please, take it and save us all."

Brendan almost squeed at the name, muttering a quiet "so coooooooooooooooool" under his breath while reaching out, mind whirling as he imagined all the adventures he was going to go on, all the fantasies he would fulfill. Grasping the gem in his hand, he embraced his destiny.

Feeling determination swell within him, Brendan struck a mighty pose and lifted the gem into the sky, calling upon its power. This confused Oz as it wasn’t necessary, the purple hued magic already pouring from the rock and swirling around the man’s body. He wouldn’t dare complain though after being gifted such a selfless soul. So he looked on with anticipation, praying to the darkness that it would work, watching the brave man inhale the fumes of his Princess’s essence.

“Woah. This fragrance.” Brendan commented as he felt the perfume trails from the gem traveling through his nostrils and blowing down his throat. It was a soothing coat of warm, flavored air. He could feel it though, the electric twinge it carried, pricking at the most sensitive points of his body and making him excited.

“I… think I can feel it. Yes, the magic of the Prinzessin settles into its new heir.”

Suddenly, a blast of dark magical currents began clinging to Brendan, creating a feint, purple aura around him. The blast of air that was sent flying upwards held consistent, lifting his clothing and flapping them about. Small bolts of neon purple light cackled across the surface of his skin, setting his heart ablaze, alien energy leaking from every pour of his body.

Brendan’s eyes lit up with the same neon color as what he was expelling, a wide grin curling from cheek to cheek as he felt the impressive power growing within him. It felt out of his control at the moment, bolts flickering out wildly and striking objects within his room, but he knew it’d settle down. His body merely needed to acclimate to its new powers.

Oz recoiled a bit, caught off guard by the man letting out a long, boisterous laugh. All the while he had his hands on his hips, looking more like a maniacal villain than a would-be hero. He then turned towards Oz.

“O, my new faithful retainer, this is the blessed power that one has been searching for. I, who now commands the darkness, shall lead your Kingdom to yonder gate of victory!”

“Wh-What are you talking about?” Oz asked, utterly baffled by the response.

Brendan continued to laugh, proud of his reward. His mighty magic swept across the walls of his room like the currents of a plasma ball. It was a most brilliant sight, and the heat in his body was pleasantly powerful. Gazing at his hands, he was giddy over the sight of the electrical fluxes spilling from each delicate fingertip, his now longer, manicured nails an elegant hood covering the dangerous dischargers. His fingers appearing feminine was completely lost to him though, as he was too wrapped up in his awakening, pointing at various targets in his room and shattering them with electric currents.

The electricity was rippling down his body as he cackled, Oz hopping to the side with an alarmed flap as another bolt of energy shot by dangerously close to him. The man was drunk on power, idly noticing his cock stiffening as mild pleasure ran through him. He simply attributed it to being a bodily response from being blessed with divine power.

"Yes! Finally, the power I always deserved and dreamed of is mine! Thou hath chosen thy Prinzessin's successor well Oz!"

Oz was beginning to think he had made a poor decision.

Electricity was crackling and sparking through Brendan's hair, slowly zapping the tips to make a lighter shade. He was too enthralled to notice this, nor the subtle cracking coming from his spine, vertebrae wobbling and jittering as they began to ever so slowly compress downwards. His toes curled in his shoes from excitement, each one popping down to smaller, cuter digits that matched his fingers.

The undercurrent of pleasure was gradually growing stronger, Brendan having had no idea gaining power could feel this good while faint gurgles were released from his somewhat chubby stomach. The repeated blasts of energy from his hands had left them just as small and feminine as his fingers, his repeated use of the power finally causing it to overload as another attempted blast backfired into him, jolting and rippling through his body.

"HNNG! Ooooh, ah, t-the power is so great even one such as I is struggling to contain it. But worry not my faithful retainer, I shall bring it fully into myself and control it, this is merely a small hicc-O-OH! GAH!"

Brendan doubled over, clutching his stomach and groaning as it gurgled loudly. He gasped as all the excess fat on his body started to ripple and pulse, each pulse making him shiver as he struggled to maintain his composure.

"I-I won't, NGH! Be overcome by, AGH! T-The power that's rightfully mine!"

His flab was gradually beginning to pull inwards, fading away more and more in time with each pulse as he wriggled and squirmed. His feminine hands were feeling up his shrinking body almost instinctively, groans transitioning to moans as his cock went from slightly stiff to rock hard. His stomach suddenly slammed inwards with a particularly strong pulse, a large portion of the weight disappearing all at once. He threw his head back and squealed as his composure finally broke, losing all sense of the regal, over-the-top way he was speaking before.

"A-AH! T-this isn't right! S-Something doesn't feel right! Oz, w-what's happening to MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!?"

Brendan heaved forward, nearly losing his balance as his tummy continued to tug inward, seemingly every shred of fat being slurped up by the beast in his belly growing hotter. The heat reached elsewhere over the passing seconds, trickling into his ass, legs, arms, anywhere it could find succulent mass. He watched in awe as he shriveled down, not only in size but height too. The coursing energy had stabilized in the form of a petite shape beneath his skin, and it was as if his current body was a prison around it, melting away the layers in order to set it free.

He gripped at his head and leaned back, jolts of pleasure assaulting his senses. The flurry of moans spilling from his mouth were softening, his usually low, tired pitch rising a couple octaves. The throbbing power within him seemed to enjoy it, his dick embarrassingly unable to hold on. His gentle fingertips felt the chub in his cheeks being siphoned away in rhythm to his cumming, as if the very fat itself was being expelled through his cock. The harder he came, the more his body withered and the electrical current inside poured out.

“Y-You bird! Hoooh! Oooh you damn bird! Aaahn! Whaah! What have you d-done to meeee!?”

“Y-You agreed to this,” Oz replied, trying to keep his cool, putting space between him and the man’s thrashing. Oz too was a bit perplexed, but more over the very drawn out methodology of the changes. “My Princess’s body is a conduit for great power. There is no way any normal person such as yourself cou—”

“OH MY GAAAAWD!” Brendan shrieked, feeling his sides cave in towards a modest, hourglass shape while his spine cracked forward into a finer curvature. Following the ordeal came an unrelenting torrent of cum, his boxers soaked and jeans drenched by this point.

“O-OOOZ! Turn thine eyes away! Oooh! Your Princess has, GAAAH!”

Oz perked up. Despite the moaning mess he could have sworn he heard his Princess’s voice bubble forth.

“Yes my Princess. I am here!” Oz gleefully declared, his usual calm breaking but for a moment.

“Gnnngh, m-my… faaaah, faithful retainer! Thou has tricked me! AAAHN! You have cursed thine Prinzessin! NnngAAAH! Make it stop!”

Brendan’s voice was wavering between regal and commoner, though both sounding frightened by the ruthless pleasure. Oz tried to calm his emerging princess and her vessel.

“I unfortunately cannot stop it. Please be mindful though, that you have done a great service. Your actions today will save countless lives.”

Brendan continued to grip his head, feeling a presence not his own spreading deeper into his mind. It had to be the princess, her power taking him over. He felt so helpless against it, trying to resists despite his body loving every moment of it. There was a prideful side of him though that did want it. It was the power and escape into fantasy it always craved. This side of him was extending out its hand, offering him up on a silver platter.

While the struggle continued, his flapping clothing began to sparkle with a purple hue, electric currents firing across their borders. Gradually the currents traveled up his clothing, erasing his common folk attire and replacing it with something more regal and flashy. The attire confused Oz though, as while it seemed to be in the style of his Princess, it lacked her elegance. While still beautiful it looked far more gaudy and meant to entice; a sleeveless, black lace dress-like leotard with a collar and purple bow-tie, black and violet tailcoats, bat themed heeled boots, long decorative gloves, an eyepatch, and lingerie leggings of different lengths.

The new outfit was tight and form-fitting, squishing Brendan down even further and emphasizing the changes to his build that had already occurred. He groaned as the tight clothing began shifting fat and mass to new locations, squeezing what remained out of his tummy and forcing it up and down.

He felt like he was losing his mind, sparks of electricity flying off of his head as the foreign identity pushed further and further inwards. Suddenly, it pierced through the deepest recesses of his psyche all at once, causing him to spasm and shriek as ruby flickered into his green eyes, the new color fighting for dominance over the old.

"Nooooooooooohhhh gawd! I can feel her in my head! We're m-merging! I-I'm going to be blessed with the holy thoughts of the Prinzessin Der Verurteilung! With this knowledge, I shall, s-shall- AAH~!"

Brendan let out a squeal as the mass finally reached its two destinations, one hand clutching and rubbing at his quickly expanding chest while the other squeezed at his rear. For a moment, both minds agreed on the fact that it was wonderful that her royal attire clung so tightly, since it allowed easy access to grope at their rapidly inflating rear and breasts. This mental alignment only increased the rate of the merge, Brendan's cock straining against the restrictive royal attire. The offending lump marring her appearance felt like it was somehow going to implode and explode at the same time, her breasts and rear swelling further, pushing against her hands as they grew to their proper size, filling out the outfit and oh god their brain felt like it was melting!

The struggling man fell to his knees, one hand cupping his chest while the other traveled beneath his svelte panties. He began instinctively rubbing his palm against his cock and balls which were both stinging with pleasure. He felt trapped within an amazing rush of power, coming down on him like a hammer again and again. Each one rocked him to his core, forcing hot jets of passion into his hand and onto his thighs, soaking straight through the undergarments.

Brendan could no longer tell where his own thoughts or actions began and the Prinzessin’s ended, both entities falling into sync, their voice wobbling between two tones before a loud yelp brought an end to the conflict. The Princess’s soft, lively tones emphatically spilled from Brendan’s masculine mouth, lulling his body into further acceptance.

Oz looked on in disgust, his emerging princess shamefully masturbating before him, her eyes closed and relishing in the touch of a shriveling dick giving copious amounts of sendoff.

“My Princess, please! You must stop! This is obscene!”

The struggling being of Fischl and Brendan heard Oz’s protests, but were disinterested. All that mattered was the power bellowing forth, their fantasy being made real!

“Sh-Shut up Oz! I’m, haah! I m-must huh, HOOOH!”

The Princess collapsed further, the hand that wasn’t in their panties slamming onto the ground to keep them from falling on their face. Sweat began to drip to the floor as their face contorted and changed and they felt a hollow space building beneath their balls. It grew the more they rubbed, so they focused on that one area, coaxing the burrowing heat towards the surface.

“Hyaaah I f-feel it! My royal chamber s-stirsssaaah! Blessed by the Immernachtreich! Wings of darkness, c-carry meee-OOOH! Harvest these balls of de-der Dunkelheit! V-Verily I shall, ooh gods~! My Mi-Mitternachtsbrot of the S-Somernachtgarteeeens!”

Oz shuddered as he listened to the gibberish pouring out of his moaning mistress. Her face was emerging and her hair was growing long and blonde, but it all felt off. Her outfit, the top of her hair tying into twin-tails, the words she spoke, all of it was wrong!

“My Princess!” Oz shouted, his voice trembling with worry. “What are you saying?”

Whatever was left of Brendan’s sense of self had its last moment of clarity, sharing a common thought with the Princess that was swallowing him up. Something between the two hadn’t quite clicked, and it was manifesting itself in a jumbled mess of intertwining thoughts and motivations.

“I-I don’t know! I’m losing my mind!”

And with that, both Fischl and Brendan fell over the edge, birthing a new Princess. A new… Prinzessin.

Fischl planted onto her chest hard, the electricity surrounding her finally dispersing as she kicked and screamed from the orgasmic sensation of her womanhood blossoming. Her face writhed in bliss as she felt her fingers sink into her opening pussy, beautiful features thought lost to death settling in. The last dredges of the life she wished to leave behind gave themselves over to their new sovereign, Brendan’s balls slurped up and his dick nestled as a nub beneath the curtains lining her royal chamber.

Oz could only sigh now that it was over, staying silent as he watched his twitching Princess lay in a growing pool of her own fluids. He prayed that everything had gone without a hitch, but he could feel it in his feathers that something was amiss. His fears were realized once Fischl gathered herself to her feet and struck an unbecoming pose. She stood somewhat lasciviously and masked her face with a hand, letting only her eye peer through.

Fischl boisterously ordered, “Bow before the true majesty of the Prinzessin! From this day forth, thou shall refer to me as mein fräulein.

Oz was speechless, his Fischl back from the dead, but acting so out of character. Gone was the reserved, well mannered woman, replaced with a girl flaunting her appearance and power. She began swapping through gaudy poses meant to give off an air of self-importance, occasionally giggling to herself. Judging by how the ruby eyes of his old Princess had not replaced the green pupils of the host, he concluded that something must have gone wrong during the takeover.

Fischl opened her palm and conjured a large ball of electrify.

“I appear to have now regained most of the strength I lost in my transition to this world,” she said with a satisfied smile. “Mwuhahaha, the day of judgement is nigh!”

“My Princess, what has come over you?” Oz asked, his mistress’ indulgent behavior getting to him. “It is you Fischl. Right?”

She gave a shrug before responding, striking yet another flurry of poses while she spoke.

“Ozvaldo von Hrafnavins. I, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, sovereign of the Immernachtreich, do hereby call upon thee to do all within thy power to speak to me in the manner I hereby present, and to ready thy mind lest thou be required to make the ultimate sacrifice in the performance of this noblest of duties.”

Oz couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You want me to speak in… Wait, you'd place my life in danger over such a petty desire my Princess?”

Fischl suddenly grew visibly frustrated, her face pouting as she stomped her foot to the ground and yelled, “Oz! Say it!”

“Say what-uh…? Mein fräulein?”

“Very good. Hmph! Look Oz, you’re going to have to figure this out! I’m not playing games here!”

The raven tilted his head down in defeat and replied, “Of course my Princess.”

“No Oz say the line!”

“Of course mein fräulein.”

There was no escaping it, the boys’ odd mannerisms and daydreams becoming one with his beloved Princess. He would not abandon her though, and swore to dedicated himself to her as he had always done. He would never—

“O, tis you who art blessed by the Prinzessin!”

Oz jolted up, realizing Fischl had left the room. Following her shouting to the outside of the house, he saw her foolishly interacting with a confused mailman in the front yard.

“Have I captured your undivided gaze? There is no helping it I suppose. I shall grant thine eyes permission to behold the glory of the Prinze—guh?

Oz tugged at his mistress’ clothing, begging her to stop.

“These aren’t your retainers my fräulein.”

“Foolish Oz!” Fischl snapped. “My realm shall descend upon this warm and distant land.”

“That is to say…?”

Oz’s lackluster response caused Fischl to sink in disappointment, none of this playing out how she had envisioned. Leading the Raven away, she broke her character for the time being. A necessary sacrifice, as she couldn’t have her faithful retainer cramping her style.

“Don’t worry Oz, I’ll give you the full rundown. I’ll make a worthy retainer out of you.”

A shiver ran through Oz. This would be one of his most arduous challenges yet. Despite that, his heart did flutter with excitement. He was glad to have his Prinzessin back.