The inhabitants of Hinata dorm were hardly strangers to magic by any means. They had seen some truly bizarre things over their time living at this place, but one in particular had a little further experience beyond that of the others. Motoko Aoyama. The stern, level-headed kendo girl born into a family renowned for demon slaying and trained in the family style. It was her duty to shatter curses, exorcise demons, and free innocent victims, and right about now she was in her room staring down at herself in mute horror.
She did not remember going to bed in the nude. Nor did she remotely recall ever doing so. The night had not struck her as particularly warm and yet by the evidence of her own senses she knew that at some point in the middle of the night she must have disrobed. Perhaps around the same time as this peculiar transformation had rippled through her body.
Motoko closed her eyes. Her training taught her several things. First, take a deep breath and focus your internal energies. Do not permit yourself to panic. The answer will be forthcoming, and if not, the means to discover it shall shortly present themselves. All that she had to do was sit there and remain calm, taking deep, measured breaths.
So she did just that. Took a deep, measured breath… And screamed her fool head off.
“What is this?!” she yelled, running around her room in quite an undignified manner. “What happened to my body? If I find the person responsible for this travesty, I’ll tear their heart out! This is - This is -”
“Motoko!” a voice yelled from the door. “Are you… Alright in… There?”
Motoko turned towards the entrance to her room white faced and ashamed. Standing there slack jawed and staring with a small thin line of blood trickling from her nose was Naru Narusegawa. Motoko’s reaction was swift and a little surprising to her.
“Hentai!” she screeched, dashing forward to shove the girl out of the room only to trip over her own completely unfamiliar weight distribution. The kendo girl crashed chest first into Naru’s face, failing to realise the awkwardness of their position until a few moments after she had landed. Straddling Naru with her face in between her cleavage was a bit of a compromising position to find herself in. Motoko sat up, and found to her irritation that she’d pulled Naru’s head up with her.
Whatever she had done to deserve this indignity, Motoko swore to herself that she would make up for it. Somehow. Not just to make this go away, but because it must have been <i>awful</i> and she couldn’t bear the thought of causing someone that much undue misery.
There was a rather loud plop as Naru was yanked free of Motoko’s cavernous cleavage, and the girl sucked in a deep lungful of air the same way a man lost in the desert gulps down water. Her eyes focused again but then Naru’s neck tilted down so that she was staring directly at Motoko’s chest. The motion continued slightly longer for Naru’s jaw.
“M-Motoko! What on earth - What happened?!”
“I am uncertain at this time,” Motoko said, only barely managing to keep hold of her cool. She reached for the sheet from her bed and used it to cover her chest. “There is some evil, perverted magic afoot. I shall not rest until - Naru! Please stop staring at me like that!”
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She couldn’t help it. Really, she could not help it. Naru should be jealous about the size of those things, but she just couldn’t summon it up. Even behind the sheet, she could still see them as though burned into her retinas. So big! So beautiful, so perfect!
“Sorry sorry sorry!” Naru exclaimed rather enthusiastically. “Um, but you know, this isn’t so bad, is it? I mean, surely you can make the breast of it.”
Motoko’s nervous twitch made Naru feel a mite nervous herself. What had she said? Maybe time to change the topic a little…
“Um, well… You’re going to need some new clothes, right? I mean, what you have at the moment probably won’t fit right anymore.”
“… I had not considered that,” Motoko said. “This does continue to get worse and worse.”
“Well, if you’d like I could maybe pick up something for you?” Naru said. “It might take a little while to find anything that would fit, but you really can’t leave like this, can you?”
“The gesture is appreciated,” Motoko said. “Thank you, Naru. I shall recompense for this generosity, and shall use the opportunity to meditate on the likely cause of this… bizarre transformation.”
Eye contact! Finally, prolonged eye contact! Just don’t let them wander south towards the luscious naked figure, goodness, what was wrong with her all of a sudden? This is the exact kind of behaviour she was always riding Keitaro on! She gave a shaky smile and rose to her feet, fully intending to acquire something that would better fit Motoko’s new figure -
Only to trip on the sheet Motoko had draped over herself, causing her to crash atop the busty kendo girl and land with her face nestled in the so very warm and welcoming place she had been just a few minutes ago.
“H-Hentai!” Motoko screeched, and the next thing Naru knew she was being hurled rather bodily out of the room.
Alright. Time for a body check. Uninjured, able to sit up. Heart rate skyrocketing. Face flush. Warm and tingly all over. Shallow breathing. Can’t get Motoko out of her head. Peculiar wetness down there. Yep. This was pretty bad. Maybe a side effect of whatever had transformed her, or something? It didn’t matter for the time being. All that did was acquiring something she could actually wear out in public. The poor girl was stuck in her room until she returned.
- Naru tries heading to the shops, but is so damned horny that before she leaves she winds up jumping Keitaro to let off some steam.
- Motoko gets another visitor that becomes beguiled by her change.
- Motoko tries to meditate in peace, only to find herself having increasingly erotic fantasies.
- Turns out the transformation is infectious.
- Something else
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