Story: Code Cocknosis(AKA Cocknosis Sans Geass)

She used to completely lack self confidence in anything but her own intelligence. She could do the maths easily enough. She could program any kind of code she wanted. She understood the more modern scientific breakthroughs to a degree surprising for a member of the general public and had even developed a few of her own ideas about possible further developments. But even the very idea of going on a date with a boy (or girl) positively frightened her.

Now look at her. Striding through the corridors with her head held high, the top couple of buttons on her uniform undone and soaking in the stares from passersby who stared at her with a sort of "who is that?" look on their faces. Gave her a bit of a thrill, made her almost want to pop another button to draw even more attention. Another weird thing was her back didn't hurt even a little bit, even though she was walking in a way that physics and biology insisted should be causing her agony right now. It made Nina wonder why.

Yet all that would have to wait. For the time being she had arrived at her intended destination. The Mathematics Club. She made sure to straighten up and knocked politely on the door, wondering which club member would open it and what they were doing inside. Another contest on who could remember digits of pi or e? Attempting to test various mathematical proofs probably. There wasn't an awful lot much else the club was ever known for doing.

"Hello, Nina," Gary said upon opening the door. "It's good to see... You... Uh..."

"Hello, Gary," Nina said, gently pushing herself inside in a way she would never have done before. "Can I come in for a chat? I can? Thank you."

"Don't mention it," the boy said, blinking and still staring at the now-empty space that her chest had just moments before occupied. "Done with student council duties for the day?"

"Yes, I'm all yours for the rest of the day," she said, sitting on the desk at the head of the room. The club sort of collectively turned to gawk at her as she entered, as if they were becoming gradually aware of her. This made Nina smile a little to herself. Well, that had been easy.

So what made the mathematics club so important to Lelouch's plan? One simple main factor. They were the "crossover club". Almost every member was also the member of another prominent club within the school. The Engineering, Computing, Photography, and Baking Clubs, not to mention more than a few sports clubs, all had members right here in the Mathematics Club. It might not sound like much but it gave the club an inordinate amount of sway within student politics, especially when one actually sat down to think about what the hell a club centered around mathematics could possibly get up to that would be worth forming a student club around it.

Having said that, Nina herself was a member. What? She loved science and she loved running the numbers. Why not hang around other people that liked crunching figures as well?

"Is something wrong?" she innocently asked the gawping, slack-jawed club members, deliberately leaning forward in a provocative manner and running her finger playfully around her cheeks. "Is there something on my face?" she asked, enjoying the new feeling of toying with them.

"N-no!" Gary squeaked before taking hold of himself and - eyes still glued to the visible part of her chest - "Ah, Nina? Is it my imagination or are you - Uh... Is your -"

"Is my what?" she asked, resting her arms behind her head and thrusting them out right in front of Gary's face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb!" Lisa yelled, slamming her hands down on her desk and snapping everyone else out of the trance. Oh dear, she always was a trouble starter. "You can't just waltz in here with your immaculate, beautiful boobs and pretend nothing's different! What the hell is going on?"

"I really don't know what you mean," Nina quietly said. "Do any of you see anything strange about my breasts?" she asked, trying her best to sound a little more like her former self. She looked down at her front. "No. There's nothing wrong with my breasts. Nothing wrong at all. I'm sure it's all just an optical illusion, because if they really were as big as they look then I'd be unable to retain this posture for very long. It would throw off my balance and hurt my back The maths doesn't work. Right?"

The club nodded in agreement. She had them in the palm of her hand. Nina began to undo buttons on her uniform for effect, but slowly to tease them a little.

"This is my hypothesis," Nina said. "There is nothing wrong with my breasts. In order for us to test this hypothesis, we must start by conducting an analysis of the problem. The only way to test the problem is to examine the figures, so that means you must all carefully examine my figure to check if anything is wrong with it."

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"So let me get this clear, Milly darling!" said the president of the Sewing Club. "You want us to create another wonderful costume for you so soon? How fabulous! Though I must ask, was your rear quite so... Splendid as it is now?"

The way she asked it made Milly smile a little. So tentative. So coy. Like she had just seen a bomb in the middle of the path and was desperately trying to sidestep it at all costs. Everyone knew Milly was a perv; best try to not give her ammunition.

The thing they hadn't realised was that to her anything was ammunition. The only thing that mattered was whether or not she particularly felt like applying the process of converting it into innuendo right there and then. Yep! That's Milly through and through. A walking, talking innuendo factory!

"I'm sure you're just imagining things," Milly said, hand on her hip and defiant pout on her lips. Truth was they weren't. Her breasts were already of sufficient size for this titnosis thing - and the very existence of it gave her so much validation for her behaviour even she didn't find it funny anymore - so her butt got sculpted instead just for the sake of variety.

It was weird. Didn't throw her weight off as much as she thought it might. Which was her only concern when you got right down to it. Unlike the others she had absolutely no qualms showing off her body. Why would that change if she'd been hypnotised?

"If it makes you feel any better," Milly said. "I'll let you take my measurements again. That way you'll know for certain one way or the other."

"Always a pleasure," was the reply. Though now Milly was starting to wonder about how might be the best way to go about this. "Should we be making similar costumes for the rest of the council as well?."

"I should think so," Milly replied. "Though I'm sure neither Lelou or Rivalz will look half as flattering as the girls will."

"Nor indeed will the girls look as flattering as yourself. You know, strange thing: I don't remember you mentioning what manner of costume it is you want us to design for you. Refresh my memory, would you please?"

"Oh no, I'm the forgetful one," Milly said. "It completely slipped my mind that we were going to ask for uniforms that were a little more flattering."

"Flattering? I beg pardon, but there really is nothing that I can see wrong about your uniform."

Honestly now, still trying to be coy about it? Still haven't learned how easily she could turn anything into innuendo? A statement like that was too good to pass up, and gave Milly the opportunity she'd been looking for.

"Are you sure about that?" she asked, deliberately drawing attention to her chest. "Take a close look. A little closer than that... Closer, please don't be shy. I won't bite. At least not more than you would enjoy. Come along now, a fashion designer can't be shy about the human body and there!"

'There' in this case apparently meant 'close enough for breath to tickle nipples', which were now helpfully erect. Why helpfully? Because it would make the hypnosis just a touch easier, and a touch more fun. And in the end? Fun was what Milly was all about.

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He had to wonder how he'd arrived in this situation if he was perfectly honest. Each step along the way had made sense at the time, yet all of a sudden there he was. Standing in the bedroom of a Princess at the Viceroy's palace. Lelouch and Nunnally's half-sister. A pretty face with a charming outlook and breasts he would gladly plant his face in for the rest of his life.

Now, such perverted thinking was rather outside of Suzaku's normal thought process. That might well be why he felt so ill at ease just then. He'd been so caught up in pushing himself to try and make the world a better place that he'd never really had time for girls or girlfriends but now, here he was about to lose his virginity and the anticipation was killing him. As was his doubts regarding whether or not this was the right thing to do.

Then she turned around and all of a sudden he couldn't quite remember what he'd been thinking a few seconds ago, couldn't be important. Probably nothing.

"Suzaku, I've been thinking," Euphemia said while he unbuttoned his shirt. "I think that your lingering attraction to me might be caused by a side effect of using the girls to put you under. Even if it was an accident you seem like too nice a man to force into a relationship against his yum yum yum. I mean... I'm terribly sorry. What was I saying just now?"

"Something about not making me do this against my will," Suzaku said, dropping his shirt to the ground while Euphemia stared at his abs with a ravenous hunger. "It's quite alright, Your Highness. If you are certain you want to go ahead with this, then I shall gladly accommodate you."

She winced a little at the use of her title, and shook her head. "No, no. I would much rather our relationship be on more equal terms. If my position or my assets are the only reason you are going ahead with this then we should my goodness I had heard that Elevens were supposed to be small. Ah! Have you discovered a strange book of your own?"

"Strange book?" Suzaku replied. Maybe like the book he and Lelouch had found in Shinjuku? It had all seemed so completely bizarre at the time. All this chaos over some stupid book with a dumb title. Hell. He'd honestly forgotten all about it by now! Apparently Lelouch had at least not been counted among the dead, which meant he must have escaped... Maybe he could find his friends again! After all this time- "No, not really. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's probably nothing," Euphemia replied, gently reaching out to stroke his chest with one hand while another reached up to a clasp at the back of her neck. "We can discuss that later on." Her dress hit the floor, and the next thing Suzaku knew he was lying on her bed staring up at the ceiling. Which was by far the less interesting sight compared to Euphemia's back as she was kneeling down, lowering herself onto his member with her back turned.

"Awake again?" she asked. "Sorry about that. I think this might be the best way to go about doing this, so we can both remember everything and keep a clear head."

"I suppose," Suzaku said, gripping her hips and thrusting upwards. The two of them froze for a moment as he pushed inside her. "T-Tell me more about this - ah! breast hypnosis thing. How does it w-work?"

"Ah! So good!" Euphemia moaned, leaning back into him. Letting him dictate the pace. Letting him control the tempo. "It's rather a long story," Euphemia replied. "My sister and I discovered a rather s-strange book about a year agooooo! Oh! OH! You're so gifted! I- I accidentally used it to enchant my breasts with some sort of hypnotic charm and - And my sister saw the tactical use of it, so she enchanted her own immediately afterwards. W-We lent the book to our brother Clovis for study, just in case there were other side effects."

"Others?" Suzaku said, but only barely. He'd never imagined pleasure like this. Joining with another person in this way, such a level of intimacy and sensation the likes of which seemed impossible to accomplish. He could barely form a coherent thought, never mind the words to ask her questions about this strange ability.

"Yes," said a new voice. "Whenever this ability is used, it makes the user horny with a sort of backlash effect. The more people it is used on simultaneously, the greater the effect."

Both Suzaku and Euphie's eyes shot to the front of the room, though neither of them even so much as slowed down for an instant. Now Suzaku was really starting to feel a little bit exhausted. Not so much mentally but emotionally. Right there in front of him was the new Viceroy, Cornelia, with her boobs just as big as Euphemia's and it looked very much like she was taking off her clothes.

"Sister!" Euphemia gasped and moaned simultaneously. "I- I can explain -"

"You decided to get a taste for the local flavour," Cornelia said, shimmying out of her trousers. "From what I can see, you appear to have chosen quite well. Were it not for the fact that I just used titnosis on the entirety of Area Eleven, I might be a trifle pissed off at this easy attitude. As it is I am currently too randy to think clearly and need to return to a more normal sense of rational thought before I confront our brother's kidnappers."

"No!" Euphemia insisted, protectively clutching at Suzaku's head. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she too could barely speak. "Mine! Like him. Like him lots!"

But Cornelia, showing an amazing amount of composure considering how horny she'd described herself as being, simply muted all possible denials by pulling Euphemia's face directly into her cleavage.

"In that case," Cornelia said, lovingly stroking Euphemia's hair. "Allow me to teach you how you can properly satisfy your new toy. In my experience the more pleasure your partner feels, the more satisfaction you receive in return."

The only response either of them was capable of was a simultaneous climax. The first of many over the course of what would quickly prove to be an exhausting couple of hours.

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It must have been quite the strange sight for anyone if they were to peer randomly inside or pay a random visit to the student council at that particular moment in time. Which is why Lelouch had closed the blinds and asked Sayoko to announce anyone's arrival.

What was so strange about it? Well, let's start with Lelouch himself. Sitting at a computer while a girl that had quite the crush on him was sucking him off and titfucking him at the same time, and doing so with tremendous enthusiasm and growing skill. Staring in interest at Cornelia's website and tapping his lips thoughtfully.

What did Shirley make of her new position? Well. It was her idea to suck him off in this manner. Her former reluctance to admit her feelings was now replaced with an eagerness to help out in any way she could, and right now that meant giving his dick a solid workout.

Then there was Kallen, who was seated bare chest at a table reading through her book on titnosis. Every now and then she would quirk her eyebrow in interest, heft a boob and nod appreciatively, then get back to reading while absently stroking her nipples. A girl usually driven by frustration and hatred of the Britannian oppressors was now more relaxed than she'd been in years. Though that might have been the sexual high more than anything else.

The point is that all three of them were just a little bit changed from before. A little bit happier. A lot sexier, a lot more open about their emotional needs than they might usually be, and just generally better off. Naturally, none of them even noticed the C.C. spirits drifting around chuckling to themselves about their hard work paying off.

"This is a good start," Kallen said. "We'll soon have the whole school under our spell."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Lelouch replied, still at his computer. "It would appear as though Cornelia's titnosis is quite potent. I fear that it may have already brought many more people under her control than we can easily gain. A battle for domination would naturally favour her, since she has more assets in the media readily at her disposal."

"Then why don't we go for the media instead?"

"Hmph! And turn it all into a battle of sexy attrition? Against an entire Empire? No. We must use the resources we have at our disposal already to our utmost advantage. Cornelia intends to lay a trap for us. I suggest we discover a means to ensure that she is the one that falls into it."

1. Euphemia, Suzaku and Cornelia wind up getting into a discussion regarding what they should be doing while attempting numerous different positions.
2. The student council prepares for battle.
3. The celebration begins!
4. Meanwhile, Clovis is being guarded by Villetta.
5. Something else