Story: Sailor Titnosis: A Hero Rises and Flaunts her Goods

Here we go with this week's winner on the votes! I hope you enjoy it, and I also hope it doesn't cause too many fatesplits to get in the way of the story. Just to note? If something wins that I feel needs a fatesplit before progressing, the fatesplit will absolutely not count as writing an episode for that thread.

It was silly, really. The danger had passed by, the youma was gone and she now knew for a fact - a damn <i>certainty</i> - that she could easily contain and dispatch any would-be assailant with almost casual ease. Naru Osaka could defend herself from danger.

So why was her heart pounding so damn much?! She wasn’t in danger. She was safe. She could get out of danger easily at pretty much any time she wanted, even if something burst through the damn window to try and grab her! That thought did make her pause for a brief second to dare that exact thing to happen, come on, just try it. No dice. Alright then. So, just sit down or maybe even lie down and read the book that would tell in detail all the different effects one could use to hypnotise people with her greatly enhanced bust.

Y’know, put in those terms the whole thing did seem kinda silly. Naru slid her blouse off her shoulders and dumped it on the bed with a focused scowl on her face. Okay, sure. They were big, and a lot of people thought that was attractive. But there was no way they could cause the kind of effect where a person just stops and stares in complete… rapt…

On the other hand, that image in the mirror made it quite difficult to remember how to breathe. Or blink. Or even move. They were big, really big and round and bouncy and <b>perfect</b>. Naru watched as her hands slowly trailed up her body as though watching someone else do it, her nerves barely even registering the contact until the very moment that her fingertips brushed against the underside of her breasts.

“Oh… My… God!” Naru gasped as her hands automatically cupped and groped at the warm, soft flesh of her beautiful, perfect, massive breasts. She hadn’t even noticed before when she’d titnotised the monster and the Senshi because her mind was firing a thousand thoughts a second, but now that she was alone in her room with no other distractions the fact of the matter became as plain as the breasts on her chest: This felt <i>good</i>. Better than good. It was glorious. Feeling the texture of her breasts under her kneading fingers, the sharp jolt of pleasurable sensation when those fingers rubbed against a nipple, and the very image of her tits rippling under her ministrations. It was almost too much to bear! She felt so… So…

Calm. Clearheaded. Her hands kept up the same circular motion as before, but Naru no longer felt completely overwhelmed by the sensation. Nor did she feel any particular need to stop, so she didn’t. She just kept right on doing what she was doing even as she moved towards the book on the bed. With a little reluctance she was able to tear her right hand away and used it to turn through the pages, reading through the book while trying to figure out what to do with this power. And massaging her breasts while doing so, obviously.

The first option was simply to sit back, let the attacks continue and get them to piss off as soon as they happened. Except this seemed somehow selfish to Naru. Keeping this power to herself while others were attacked by those hideous creatures didn’t seem right at all.

Which led to her second option. Use this power to help people. She had already demonstrated that she could be an asset to the Senshi, so why not use this new - if a little bit embarrassing - power to give them a little assistance? Why, she could even become Sailor Earth and -

Ugh, no. That didn’t quite seem right either. It seemed to Naru that the Senshi had their own deal going on, and hers would probably not fit in properly. Besides which, how would she get in touch with them? Wait for the next attack? Should be right around tomorrow then, but that was assuming she could stand being in actual danger long enough for them to show up before she just dismissed the thing. It would’ve been easy to set a trap for them, titnotise them into letting her join up…

But that could create problems down the road very, very easily. Naru had read enough comics to know that her mind control would eventually run out and they’d think she was some sorta villain, which she wasn’t! Really, she just wanted to help out but there was no way they were gonna let her otherwise.

Which left striking out on her own. Use her powers to brainwash people with her breasts in a far more literal manner than any comedian had ever meant, and use it to help people in trouble. Naru Osaka: Superhero! Had a pretty sweet ring to it if you asked her! And as if in response to that particular line of thinking the book had something pretty interesting to say here as well.

<i>Trigger responses are an absolute must-learn for any number of reasons, particularly to help ensure nobody has a damn clue you were responsible for a change. All you have to do is show the intended victim your bare breasts then say, “By the power of my bountiful breasts, whenever -” and then you name the condition and do the rest of whatever technique you’d like to use as described elsewhere. Then, whenever the condition applies the effect is triggered like you just did it to them right there and then.

Word to the wise: Pick your words for the condition carefully. If you only want it to happen once, you gotta say you only want it happening once. Before you say a word, wrap your pretty little head all the way around the ways it could be misunderstood. Make it simple, clear, concise and accurate. In case you don’t go carefully, all you gotta do is flash your tits like before and say, “I release you from my power,” which will prevent any previous trigger responses you put on ’em from triggering again.</i>

And turning back to the very first page, Naru found a certain set of very interesting words right there on the page.

<i>All techniques described within can be employed upon yourself. All you need is a mirror, working eyes, and anything else the technique says you need. Generally this is just big tits, but it depends on the technique.</i>

Which meant she could put trigger conditions on herself. Which included physical changes, like making herself physically more powerful, and - Hold on a moment! Even alter the clothes she was wearing!

“This… has possibilities,” Naru observed, already a few possibilities dancing through her head. Oh! But this was going to be so much fun! She looked down at her breasts and smirked a little. Hm. No real reason to shrink these babies back to where they were. Not from where she was lying.

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The next morning found Naru Osaka walking through the corridors with a distinctive sway in her hips that made the breasts barely concealed within her (altered) school uniform jiggle and shake in a way that left all around her too stunned even to question what they were seeing until she was already long gone.

But this particular redhead didn’t care about them, not one little bit. In fact, up ahead she could see the one thing she did care about. Her oldest friend chatting warmly with the school’s most brilliant student on her left and the toughest thing alive in Jubaan on her right.

“Hi, Usagi!” Naru called, and her friend turned her head around with a warm smile that very rapidly turned into a jealous grimace.

“That is so not fair,” Usagi said, not whining so much as matter of factly. Behind her Ami blushed and looked at the ground while Makoto merely rolled her eyes. “Since when were you so talented?”

Naru’s mouth flew open, words ready to explain the book that she’d found that could increase her bust size and use it to hypnotise people and, oh, the awesome plans she had to fight crime and evil around every corner as a busty superhero! But staring into those innocent (if envious) eyes made the words screech to a halt. What was she doing? Was she really going to involve Usagi in this? Was she really going to drag Usagi into what she was doing? Because as soon as she mentioned one word about what she was planning that’s exactly what her flighty odango-haired friend would insist on. The way that she always used to talk about Sailor V with a far-off look in her eye… That relentlessly romantic outlook on life… There was no way she’d be able to resist taking part. Not a single chance she’d say no to an opportunity to play the role of hero.

The bell rang and it was a small mercy. “I’ll tell you later,” Naru said, still feeling a little bit dazed. All the students filed into class and it began soon enough, but she could hear the whispers starting to fly around about her breasts. Whispered rumours about plastic surgery, passed notes asking who she thought she was fooling… And the more she noticed, the more this strange warmth throbbed in her chest until she could take it no more.

“Miss Haruna!” she said suddenly enough to throw the teacher off. “I have something to say! Would it be alright if I addressed the class?”

“Certainly,” Miss Haruna replied, clearly taken aback. “Please make it brief, Miss Osaka.”

Oh, she intended to. She strode out to the front of the classroom, all eyes on her as she slammed her hands on the front of Miss Haruna’s desk. With her back to the class, still feeling their eyes burning into the back of her head, she began to speak.

“I’m perfectly aware of the rumours and innuendo,” Naru said through gritted teeth, surprising herself by how angry she was feeling with each passing word. “I’m perfectly aware of the gossip flying through the air, and the jokes you’re making at my expense. But let me tell you just one thing!”

With a deep breath and a flick of her wrists, Naru spun around on her heels and to the gasping, gaping, slack-jawed audience Naru shamelessly revealed her bouncy, bare, bountiful breasts. Naru very nearly bit clean through her lip at the sight of the breathless stares.

“Do these look fake to you?” she asked, cupping each breast in turn. A few of the heads in class - particularly Usagi and Ami’s - shook their heads without moving their gaze even one inch away from her. That’s right. Pay attention to her. All of the attention should be on her right now! If they wanted to gossip about her, they should to it to her breast - er, to her face. She continued rubbing them, taking on a less angry and more seductive lilt in her tone. “Just because they’re so big and round and so very, very soft doesn’t mean they’re fake,” she said. A shudder took hold of her body as she realised their eyes had all turned glassy. “These are real tits. So very real. My tits have always been this glorious. Always been this perfect. Always been so damn sexy!”

A few of the girls had began to breathe very heavily, and Naru suddenly realised that she was as well. Strange. Was the attempt at titnosis somehow draining her with so many people or something like that? No matter! It was time for her to put an end to this.

“You must therefore stamp on any malicious gossip or rumours about my tits,” she said forcefully. Everyone else in the room nodded along at once. “You will follow these instructions but otherwise forget all about this speech. When I sit down, you will all snap out of this. Understood?”

“Understood!” they all answered simultaneously, and another shudder made Naru stumble back into her seat on suddenly weak knees. Miss Haruna blinked and shook her head, and without missing another beat went right back to the lesson while Naru smiled sweetly and tried to make her hand stop shaking so much as she took her notes.

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“Sorry, Naru! Can’t hang out today. Something came up, family emergency! See you tomorrow!”

Huh. There had been a lot of family emergencies in the Tsukino family of late, it seemed. Amazing that girl managed to stay so chipper all the time considering that. Well, it was fine. Naru had actually intended to spend today planning out her superhero guise and form. There were so many possibilities, and she was having a legitimate problem figuring out what to go with here. Something modelled on the Senshi, perhaps? No, no, too obvious. Maid themed? Not really her style at all. So what should it be?

“You seem quite troubled, young woman!” a fortune teller apparently plying their trade on the street said. “Cross my palm with silver, and I shall give you the advice you seek.”

Naru chuckled to herself. Sure. Why not? Maybe if she phrased it correctly she could get a good bit of advice out of it. Phrase it like she’s wondering what to wear to a costume party or something like that. An outsider’s perspective could be just the thing that she needed to -

Needed to -

When did the sky turn into a rainbow on acid? Since when was the ground neon pink and twisting up into shapes that were not only impossible, but impractical for the purpose of traversal?

“Foolish girl!” the fortune teller hissed, and Naru just sighed. “By placing your dependence on the foolish notion of destiny, you have fallen into my trap! Now, in my realm, I can put a stop to you once and for -”

“Yeah, no,” Naru said, opening her uniform and unceremoniously cramming the monster’s face into her cleavage without a second thought. “When I let you out of there, you’re going to send me back home.”

“As you command,” the monster muffled into her mountainous valley of flesh. Naru released its head, and it stared right at her breasts with drool on its lips. Ew! Gross! It snapped its fingers, and the world turned normal just as she buttoned up her blouse. Right. So he should still be suggestible for a couple more minutes after that, which means she should probably -

“Interesting little trick you did there,” said the very living double of the same voice of before, except this time behind her. “To think that a mere human girl could use her breasts of all things to hypnotise my partner! No, don’t turn around. I can easily tear your foolish little pretty head off before you could utter a syllable, so don’t try anything funny or you will find out exactly how much of a bluff this isn’t.”

There were two of them?! What the hell?!

“In case you were wondering? I was the lookout. Backup in case something went wrong. There have been a number of cases where my friend’s plans have all gone awry because of silly little girls with magical powers, so we decided to play it a little safer than we normally do. And what do you know, we only went and caught you out! So! One word at a time, girly! You’re going to tell me the name of your friends… Or I’ll start killing any civilian that walks down the street. Ah! And in case you’re thinking of sacrificing yourself, then I’ll just kill the first ten or so people that I see instead. No funny business now! Where do I find the Sailor Senshi?!”

“Right here, buster!” a familiar voice called out, and Naru released a breath she didn’t realise she’d been holding. A fine mist filled the street and Naru was pulled away to be tucked into a safe corner while the battle raged on. She didn’t pay it any attention. What had happened there? What had gone wrong? How had she so easily found herself at the mercy of a damn youma and needed saving anyway?!

“Are you alright?” Sailor Moon asked after the battle was done. “That thing didn’t hurt you, did it?”

“No. I just… How do you handle doing this all the time? Saving people, putting your life on the line. Doesn’t it get to you sometimes?”

“Yes,” Sailor Moon answered. “But that’s why I have my friends. With them by my side and me by theirs, we can accomplish anything!”

And without another word they all left Naru alone with her thoughts. Alone. Of course. She had tried to do this by herself. Even the youma were starting to realise that sometimes you needed someone watching your back. That was what she needed, then. Not a set of superpowers, not enhanced strength or anything like that. A team. Watching her back. Watching everyone’s back. Then her goal was settled! Naru Osaka would find allies, and together they would fight crime with the power of titnosis!

Only question was, who should she ask? She had dismissed Usagi earlier, and the reasoning still stood. Same went for Usagi’s newer friends, because it would just filter right back to her. She had to be kept out of this, above all else. Not a problem. Not even remotely. She’d find allies elsewhere!

1.     Former youma victims
2.     Youma
3.     Original characters
4.     Crossover characters
5.     Mixture of the above
6.     Someone else