“Well, someone certainly enjoyed themselves.”
Kallen sat up perhaps slightly faster than she should have. Her centre of mass had undergone a rather radical shift, meaning that simple inertia wound up dragging her rather forcibly onto the floor. At the very least her fall was cushioned.
“Oh dear,” said a mocking voice. “Would you like some help to your feet?”
“I’m fine, thank you!” Kallen snapped, pushing herself off the floor and back onto her feet in less time than it took to refuse the offer. She stared at the green-haired intruder, now quite certain this was not a figment of her imagination. “Who the hell are you?” she demanded.
“Now, that’s not very polite at all,” the green-haired girl said, stretching out, yawning and reclining atop Kallen’s bed as though she were about to go to sleep. C.C. That was her name. She remembered it from earlier. “Isn’t it more proper to introduce yourself before demanding the same of someone else?”
“To hell with proper!” Kallen yelled. “What the hell is with - With these things?!” At which point Kallen made her second mistake in as many minutes, groping her breasts for emphasis. The resulting orgasm very nearly made her pass out.
“Try not to have too much fun,” the increasingly irritating intruder advised. “At least not so quickly. I would hope you would use this gift for something more substantial than this.”
Gift? This was a gift? Ha! Kallen wasn’t even close to being like that kind of shallow airhead! No. Not at all. This wasn’t a gift! It was an inconvenience! She could hardly be incognito. Anywhere she went everyone would stop and turn and check out her <b>fantastic</b> set of tits. And they’d lust after her. Unable to stop themselves from staring. Unable to tear their eyes away from her, or stop imagining what they felt like…
Which is right around when Kallen slapped herself hard across the face. Bad. Very bad. Stop that line of thought right now or - Ah! The book! Kallen ignored the girl casting amused looks in her direction and dove for the book. This was it! This was the cause of her problem, which meant it would have to be her solution!
“Don’t tell me,” C.C. said as Kallen flipped through the pages. “I’ve seen that expression before. You’re wondering if the effect is reversible. Right? I’ll save you some time. It isn’t.”
“You can’t mean I’m stuck with these - What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Going to sleep,” C.C. said, pulling the duvet all the way up to her neck. “Nice bed. Very comfortable.”
“In my bed?!” Kallen yelled, tossing the book to the floor.
“I’m a guest,” C.C. noted. “I can hardly sleep on the floor.”
Alright. Enough was enough. Kallen leaped onto the bed, having to make a conscious effort to keep her giant tits from suffocating C.C. where she lay. “And where am I supposed to sleep?”
“I suppose you could sleep in here as well,” C.C. conceded. “The only problem is that there’s not a lot of space… And you seem to be a mite sensitive just now.”
That last point was impossible to argue against. Particularly since all she did was gently flick a nipple and Kallen felt all her considerable strength vanish into the abyss.
“Who the hell are you?” Kallen insisted, once her breathing was stable enough again.
“Didn’t I tell you?” the girl said. “It’s rude to demand to know who someone is without introducing yourself first.”
“Fine!” Ugh! It was like trying to get blood from a stone! Or genuine kindness from a Britannian noble. “My name is Kallen. Who the hell are you?”
“I am the spirit of the book,” the girl replied with a faint smile. “I don’t know if you remember my name, but you can call me C.C. If you want my advice, I’d suggest you start by reading that book. You are almost certainly going to want to learn a few things in it. Good night, Kallen Who-the-hell-are-you. Such a strange name…”
The spirit of the book? Yes, that seemed about right. C.C. had passed right through Ohgi earlier, just like the book had. The connection was actually rather obvious in hindsight. Titnosis. That was how the book described this transformation. The ability to use one’s breasts to mesmerise people. Astounding. Unbelievable. And yet… Could it be possible?
If it was… The very notion that Britannia was investigating a more direct means of mind control than simply manipulating the media was a rather terrifying prospect. Even through such ridiculous means. Once they’d examined the effects enough in laboratory conditions, they could surely apply them in much less ridiculous and much more practical ways. Nobody would be able to stop them. Nobody would even be able to try.
But Britannia did not have the book. She did. Kallen bit her lip. It was a ridiculous idea. Completely moronic. But what if she… What if she were the one to learn the secrets? She could use them to free Japan. Maybe. It would certainly be a mode of attack Britannia wouldn’t see coming. Probably. It would at least give them an edge, and besides! Examining the book was essential whether she decided to do that or not! How else would she learn if there were side effects beyond the obvious, just for saying those stupid words?
No matter the angle Kallen pursued, the answer was the same: Follow C.C.’s advice. Read the book. Learn what it had to teach. Only then could she progress further. Alright then. Kallen picked up the book and strode over towards her desk, grumbling under her breath as she sat down -
And found that her enlarged chest obstructed the book.
“Ugh! Come on, really?!”
Unnoticed on the bed, a certain green-haired spirit broke into a wide grin.
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Unnoticed by everyone in the room, a certain green-haired girl was smiling so hard it must have hurt. It could hardly be surprising that nobody noticed. After all. Everyone in the room was currently under the full effects of cocknosis. Rapt attention being paid to the single person at the head of the room, and none whatsoever to the poor brainwashed slave girl pretending not to notice a certain floating spirit that looked exactly like her.
“My word, Clovis. Such an unusual power to possess,” Lelouch observed, seated at the head of the room in the same position Clovis usually took. “In a moment I shall have some very in-depth questions for you to answer, but for the time being… Who killed my mother? By whose hand was she slain?”
“Forgive me,” Clovis replied. “I do not know the answer. However, I believe my brother second prince Schneizel and second princess Cornelia can tell you.”
“I see,” Lelouch said. He sighed. “That’s all you know, isn’t it? How disappointing. Why don’t you tell me where you located this disturbing power, and everything you know about it? Including why that girl cowering in the corner looks just like the spirit of the book.”
“Yes, of course,” Clovis said, never failing for a moment to take his eyes away from Lelouch’s giant enthralling dick. “The book first came to my attention two years ago, when a routine investigation into smuggling turned up something unusual…”
And while the princes conversed, a green-haired spirit and a green-haired girl avoided making eye contact. One feigned submission. The other revealed their personal amusement.
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“Kallen! I mean, Miss Stadtfeld! It’s morning. Time for school.”
The knocking on her door did bring her back to the waking world, but with a great amount of reluctance. The world was still a bit blurry, unfocused. Kallen trudged to her feet, threw on a bathrobe and went off towards the bathroom, hoping that a nice shower would be just the ticket to wake her up.
Still. It did feel as though she was forgetting something important.
“Awake at last, are we?” said a cold, cruel voice from behind Kallen. “Such a lazy girl. Or perhaps your journeys to the ghetto are wearing you out? Just like your mother, selling your body for -”
Kallen turned around and without even thinking about what she was doing or why tugged her bathrobe open. The shock on her stepmother’s face was a memory that would surely make her day for years to come. She allowed her hands to rest behind her head, and laughed at the rather foolish expression on the usually stern woman’s hateful face. Why, it was almost like she was being hypnotised by her -
By her tits.
A shudder shot through Kallen’s spine. Whether it was fear or arousal she couldn’t tell. Opportunity. Power. Real power…
“Is this what you’ve been spending your money on?” Mrs Stadtfeld asked. “You shameless- “
“You’d know quite a bit about shame, wouldn’t you?” Kallen said, beginning to slowly rotate her shoulders and keeping her eyes level with this despicable woman. “Unable to bear your own children, forced to look after the stepchildren of your husband’s Japanese mistress. It is your shame that makes you so angry. So bitter. So hateful.”
“N-no, that’s not -”
“Oh, but it is!” Kallen said, smiling in a fashion that was rather more seductive than she realised. “But even now you can feel it all melting away. Your anger. Your hatred. Your shame. It disappears into the air around you, more and more, faster and faster the longer you stare at my fantastic rack.”
For a moment she thought there was going to be some form of protest. Instead the only response was a wistful sigh.
“You no longer look down on Japanese,” Kallen commanded. “You love the Japanese.”
“I… I love the Japanese,” Mrs Stadtfeld said with a small amount of hesitation. “I love the Japanese,” she said again with much greater confidence.
“And there is nothing unusual about my breasts. You will believe they have undergone a natural growth spurt.” Kallen said. “You are going to have to order in a new wardrobe for me. Donate my old clothes to those that need them.”
An uncharacteristically meek nod later, and Kallen closed her robes with the most peculiar sense of satisfaction.
“Oh my goodness, Kallen!” the woman gasped. Kallen barely even recognised her. “This sort of growth spurt… I simply have to get you a replacement wardrobe! Don’t worry about your old clothes. We’ll have them sent off to somewhere in the ghetto, to some poor family that has more need of them than us. Those poor Japanese, unable to support themselves…”
Incredible! It was like she was an entirely different person. Completely transformed, right before her very eyes. How was this possible? Such a ridiculous power… A power she could use to change the world!
Just as soon as she got over this out-of-place damp, pleasant feeling that was serving as a rather tremendous distraction.
- Flashback time! How did Clovis meet the green-haired slave girl and encounter the books?
- Clovis doesn’t get the chance to finish the flashback, as one of the two C.C.s interrupts with a warning.
- Kallen develops a plan to use her new power.
- The next day at school, Kallen and Lelouch meet. Fireworks erupt.
- Something else
Number 4!!!
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