Story: Usagi's Bimbo Panties: Transform!

Time for something silly and fun. Enjoy!


===There’s a sense of irony in a person regularly running to a place at which they don’t enjoy being, yet Usagi Tsukino found it a daily occurrence. School was boring, tedious and did she mention boring? She hated studying, couldn’t focus nearly long enough to take in the lessons, and sat a test with the same comfort and ease as she might upon a cactus. Yet there she was, running to school because she’d slept in. Just like yesterday. Just like tomorrow. Given past experience provided she kept up this pace she should make it in time and not get yelled at by -

“Help! Someone, please - Mmmph!”

… Damn the luck! That cry for help sounded like it had come from this empty lot right over here with a suspiciously brightly coloured tent in the middle of it. One may think it was purely from a sense of obligation that Usagi screeched to a halt upon hearing that sound, but no. The truth was that she wanted to help this person. Worrying about what she would say when she was late for school was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. She glanced inside the tent, beheld the youma tormenting the poor man inside, then took a deep breath and prepared herself for a transformation.

Unfortunately she failed to realise a crucial fact, one that would elude her for quite some time. Why is that? Well, let’s see how things went from her perspective. Usagi Tsukino was still under the subtle influence of the bimbo panties she had inadvertently slipped on this morning. A potent magical artefact. So. When she called “Moon Prism Power”, the effect was rather pronounced.

“Wait,” she thought as the transformation occured. “Something’s not right here. Something’s - Ooh!”

A pink haze settled over her mind and it felt like all of her senses were being assaulted with a bizarre, delicious and enticing - Something. She couldn’t think of the word, but it sure felt nice! It built and built within her, threatening to drive her completely insane! Then the next she knew? She was standing in an empty lot. No sign of the tent or the youma, but she did see that man from before walking off hand in hand with what Usagi supposed must have been his girlfriend or something.

“Huh? What just happened here?” she wondered, scratching her head. Weird. She furrowed her brow in a rare act of concentration. Let’s see. She remembered transforming, and she was pretty sure she confronted the youma. Then she purified it with her tiara attack, the guy thanked her and the day was saved. Or something. It was all fuzzy at the edges, as though looking through a pink mist. Like someone else had done it instead of her and she was watching it from a distance.

Then her eyes fell upon the clock, and she realised just how late she actually was. No time to think about that now! She had other places to be!

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It had all been going quite well for this particular youma. A little fear-derived energy drain. He’d be bone dry any second now! Let him scream and shout all he wanted, the only people that would even be aware of anything strange going on would have to be too stupid for the ignorance field to influence!

Which is why it was a bit of a surprise when a blonde-haired girl popped her head in the tent then whipped right around and ran like a scalded dog. Damn. The youma kneed the man in the stomach to lay him out for a little while; no good having him running off as well! That girl would have to pay for being such an idiot! The youma dashed outside and ran straight into -

“Like, hi there!”

How peculiar. Had she always been that - ahem - busty? The youma was quite certain she hadn’t been showing off that much skin, either. From what little it knew about human culture it was a little strange for females of the species to wander around in such attire. A bright white shirt with a blue collar, tied in a knot by a red ribbon just underneath her tremendously large and round mammaries. The white gloves were certainly an interesting touch, but what really caught the eye was the blueness of that skirt. So blue it made it seem as though it had more mass than it surely did. So short it was a wonder it wasn’t mistaken for a belt. The red boots were rather distinctive as well and served to draw further attention towards her rather endless-seeming legs. Though the youma had no real sense of physical attraction in humans, it was vaguely aware of enough to realise that many men would rank this particular specimen fairly well.

“Sooo, whatcha doin’?” the girl asked with a peculiar lilt to her voice.

“What’s the matter, little human?” the youma growled, eagerly baring its fangs. “Are you not scared of me?”

“Nuh uh,” the girl giggled. “But if you’re gonna play mean, that totally means I gotta stop you or something. Bimbo Panties Magic!”

It was almost too absurd to be believed, but it had happened. The girl had reached under her skirt and hurled her underwear right into the youma’s face. For a moment it felt like some sort of magic had indeed been cast, potent and dangerous… But here she was. Still standing. Still alive. Unhurt. In fact, she was feeling pretty good!

“That totally didn’t work,” the youma giggled. The girl bent over to retrieve her underwear, leaving the youma to admire her perfectly formed rear end. “It’s my turn now, right?”

The course of action needed was rather obvious: The youma grabbed the hot girl, pulled her close and then leaned in for a kiss that could melt lead. It didn’t last long, but when she pulled away the youma’s knees felt weak.

“Hey,” the girl said. “Your boyfriend’s awake!”

Indeed he was. Kinda cute. The youma smiled coyly and twirled a stray strand of hair around her finger. “Hi there,” she said. “Wanna have some fun?”

He stood there for a moment just blinking and opening his mouth like he wanted to say something, but eventually he took the time to blatantly check her out (what did she look like right now? Oh yeah, that red dress that showed off her cleavage and hugged her figure) and shrugged. “Eh, sure. Why not?”

“Bye now! Have fun!” the girl called. The youma took the man’s arm and began to daydream about what they’d do on their date. Ohmygosh, this was gonna be soooo much fun!

1)    At school, Usagi starts behaving a little weirdly and draws attention.
2)    What does the youma do on the date?
3)    Another youma attacks later on when more of the team are around! How do they react to this change?
4)    Meanwhile, Usagi’s mother is starting to have her own reaction to the panty’s influence.
5)    Something else