As the two of them were walking down the street, Makoto had to struggle to keep her eyes off of her sexy genius friend. Now, she was no stranger to the sudden increase in heart rate that came with a sudden infatuation, but that was usually reserved for handsome boys instead of girls. In Ami’s case she had to make an exception because, well, look at her! The way she dressed, the way she moved… Makoto barely recognised her!
Sort of the same way that Ami barely recognised Makoto just now as well. Which rather irresistibly led the shorter than usual athlete to consider the possibility that whatever had befallen her had also hit Ami, and -
And Ami’s chest was growing. Makoto had been watching it quite intently, and she could plainly see it swelling up underneath that cute blouse. Giant, swelling orbs growing without rhyme or reason. It was beautiful. Enthralling. The way they just sort of grew like that made Makoto’s breath catch in her throat. The size and shape almost reminded her of her own breasts, and a hand absently went towards her chest - The contact very nearly made her collapse where she stood as the strength just sort of vanished from her legs.
“You okay?” Ami asked, leaning forward in a way that drew her significantly improved cleavage right to Makoto’s eye level. All that she could do was nod. “Want me to, you know, carry you or something?” Makoto shook her head. “Okay, if you’re sure! Uh… What were we doing again?”
“Heading to your place so I could change clothes,” Makoto said.
“Oh, yeah!” Ami rapped a fist against the side of her head in the cutest, sexiest way. “I forgot.”
She forgot. Ami forgetting something was like the sky turning bright green, or water pouring uphill. The only way something like that ever happened was when something was applying a lot of work towards something that, frankly, didn’t seem to have much of a point to it at all. As distractingly hot as Ami was as she stood there twirling around her inexplicably bright blonde hair, the thought of her being such a ditz simply did not gel with the way Makoto thought of her. This level of sex appeal was simply astounding, and it wasn’t just because Ami had the curves to pull it off. It was… everything else as well. The clothes, the attitude, the way she moved and spoke and made Makoto wonder what it would be like if the two of them just spent the day together naked, making out, seeing where things went…
Makoto very nearly slapped herself, but did bite her lip and tried in vain to look at something other than Ami. That lasted about three seconds before the sight of Ami’s skirt swishing around in front of her drew her attention back around to it before she even knew what she was doing. Alright then. So there wasn’t much question of it. Something had changed them both in a pretty major way. Reduced her height, made her nipples feel like they were on fire, reduced Ami’s intelligence and made her sex appeal skyrocket. Makoto was keenly aware that virtually everyone they passed gave the former genius a once over, which made her jealousy spike something fierce.
All of which added up to one thing. Villainous influence. Something was targeting them, and removing what made them so effective. She could hardly fight effectively with this reduced height and intense desire centring in her impossibly sensitive chest. As for Ami -
“Hum, let’s see!” Ami said, stopping to look around. “At the pace we’ve been walking my home should be about three minutes away. Say! Didja know that the fifty-third digit of pi is eight? That’s my favourite number, ’cause it’s curvy! Just like us!”
Well, there were still signs of her brilliant intelligence bubbling away under there, but it was being smothered by whatever the hell was wrong with her. Which Makoto couldn’t quite put her finger on, because no matter how she looked at Ami everything just seemed so… Blasted right!
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Little Makoto was so adorable. While the girl’s taller frame suited her quite well, in this smaller and bustier model she was quite cute and cuddly! Like a little puppy you just wanted to snuggle and play with, but shouldn’t because it might traumatise the poor thing. They were almost at her house now, and Ami was keenly aware that Makoto was just trailing behind staring intently at her legs and butt. Not that she could blame the girl. She’d honestly been expecting a bit of a conversation, but her athletic friend had been silent the whole way. Oh! But she seemed so very uptight, definitely in need of relaxation. And, of course, Ami understood rather well that sex was the ultimate natural relaxation technique. Therefore, it was for Makoto’s very own good that she was going to get a good, long screwing.
Ami’s mind immediately went into a rapid series of calculations. Her end goal: The seduction of Makoto. The means? Her body. Naturally, the best way for her to accomplish this would be in the privacy of her home but that certainly didn’t mean she could not start things off here and now. Set the tone a little. Use her brilliant - if easily distracted - mind to send her body to work, show just enough to keep the girl interested and then really turn the charm on when they were all alone. Just the two of them. Together and trying on clothes from Ami’s brand new wardrobe.
While a part of Ami recognised that she could easily make use of the wishing rock to get what she wanted, that simply didn’t seem like all that interesting a way to go about it. Instead she was going to apply her knowledge and seduce Makoto. The first step was to apply certain psychological tricks to get what she wanted: Adjusting her own walking pace to match Makoto’s, adjusting her breathing until the two of them were exactly the same. Makoto wouldn’t consciously notice it. But she would pick up on it unconsciously. Which meant that - Oh, hey, a butterfly! So pretty, so short lived. <i>Erynnis tages</i> if she wasn’t mistaken, otherwise known as the Dingy Skipper…
What was she doing again? Something at home, probably? Well, she’d likely remember when she got there, whatever it was it would come to her eventually… A minute or so later she was walking through the front door to their building, pushed the button for the elevator and noticed the short, busty presence next to her.
“Oh, hi, Makoto!” Ami said in greeting. “What good timing, I was just heading up.”
For a moment it looked like Makoto was about to say something, but she seemed to think better of it and said something else instead.
“Do you get the feeling like something’s… Not quite right?” Ami shook her head. Nope. Everything seemed pretty solid to her. She was happy, Makoto was so adorable. All was right with the world. “I mean… I can hardly fight like this, you keep getting distracted by stuff… It’s like we’re being turned into our opposites or something.”
Did she not like being so short and busty? But why? She was so cute like this! Surely the boys wouldn’t be able to resist her anymore, surely she wouldn’t have to worry about them being intimidated by her size! Ami pouted, and Makoto grew flush as they stepped inside her living room. Alright then! New mission plan: Make Makoto happy! Surely her genius mind could come up with something. Right?
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So, a while ago Ami happened to wish that Usagi had more interesting reasons to visit than homework. That’s a pretty damn vague wish, if you think about it for a moment. What exactly does interesting entail, then? Could be anything. Could mean any single thing that was more interesting than homework, which to Usagi’s mind meant just about anything short of actually arriving to ask about grass growing, paint drying, or anything remotely related to school. So. What’s a wishing rock to do when it is given an ambiguous wish? You know, aside from rubbing together two metaphorical hands with manic glee at the opportunity to sow some <i>real</i> chaos. Because, as we all know, that’s what all non-sentient wish-granting items live (or more accurately since they’re not alive, exist) for.
There was Usagi, just walking down the street with her book clutched under her arm. Now, Usagi is a slightly more complicated girl than some give credit. Sure, she’s a bit of a dreamer. Sure, she’s a bit lazy. Sure, she’s a little boy crazy and a bit of a cry baby and you surely get the idea by now. But she’s a good person at heart. Really, she is. A good and decent person, who was in the process of becoming more mature and responsible due to her secret double life as Sailor Moon. Having to save lives kind of had that effect on a person sooner or later. Responsibility either gets learned or gets pounded into you against your will.
In Usagi’s case it was regrettably the latter. Still! She was learning. Today in particular she intended to learn from Ami, so that she could get through her homework and then efficiently hang out with a friend shortly thereafter. It seemed like the perfect plan, really, and it might even have worked out if not for a certain wish that happened to coincide with a sneeze. Where once there was one Usagi Tsukino, there were now three. One in the middle, wearing the same ordinary clothes as she had been before. The one on the right in something sort of similar to the sailor fuku, except without the skirt. So, a white leotard with decoration, basically. As for the one on the left, it was sort of similar to what Usagi had actually been wearing just then except, well, sluttier. There really was no other way to describe it.
The one in the middle looked first left, then right. In response to this scene, she leaped back in fright. “Wh-Who are you?!” she yelled with finger outstretched and accusing. “You look just like me!”
“No,” the one on the left replied through a yawn. “More like you look like me, or something. Come on, I wanna go flirt with some guys, and stuff. Some Prince is going to sweep me off my feet, and then -”
“Oh, no, you don’t!” the one on the right insisted, arms folded, feet tap, tap, tapping. “We’re going to get our homework done, then we’re going to spend the rest of the day rigorously training! If we don’t keep our skills sharp, some monster will eventually wind up killing us and our friends.”
“Eh, whatevs!” the first one shrugged, turning on her heel to walk away. “Do whatever you like. I’m off to find some guys to have fun with!”
“Why, you lazy little -” the second snarled, reaching out towards the retreating form of the first, only to be stopped, apparently by the sound of a cat meowing. Both she and Usagi saw a cat sitting high up in a tree, with some kids crying at the bottom. “An innocent life form in peril! This sounds like a job for Usagi! Away!”
So, this left the real Usagi staring between the two of them in abject disbelief. Now, though she didn’t quite realise it yet, there was a far more interesting reason than homework to visit Ami: Figuring out what the hell just happened here and <i>fixing it right now!</i>
- Ami seduces Makoto, whose resistance quickly crumbles.
- Same as above, except they are interrupted by a frantic Usagi.
- Ami makes another wish.
- Usagi tries to herd the other two hers towards Ami’s place.
- Meanwhile, Minako is an idol.
- Something else
Tasty :)
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