Story: Curvy Motoko

Curvy Motoko
Naru staggered to her feet, feeling a mite peculiar all of a sudden. A little bit dizzy, a hell of a lot aroused. Which made no sense, really. On reflection Naru knew she was attracted to guys. Not girls. Well, she didn't exactly perv out over guys or anything like that, but she'd been around her friends often enough not to feel anything like that - like <i>this</i> over any of them.

"It's magic," she whispered to herself, having to steady herself against the door as a memory of Motoko's new body battered itself against the walls of her mind. "That's all it is! Magic. M-Motoko's had some hentai spell cast on her and - and I'm just feeling the backlash or something."

Still. From a dispassionate perspective she had to give credit to whoever cast that little spell. Motoko's new body was... Amazing. Frankly speaking, it was a work of art. She couldn't think of a single flaw in that figure, everything was just so... Perfect! The sort of thing that would drive men wild and make women ask a few questions about their own -

"Stop it," she warned herself. "You're turning into a hentai yourself now!"

Right. That was a little too close. She'd been a few thoughts away from marching right back in there and burying her face right back into Motoko's cleavage with a cry of "Geronimo!" Which went to show how strong and insidious this whatever-it-was spell happened to be.

Distance. Definitely putting some distance between them. That was the key. She had to tear her hand from her own breast, fight back the urge to smooth her clothes against her own somewhat lesser curves. Try to fight back imagining what it would feel like to press her body against that one. Banish those thoughts with one final deep breath...

"Okay," she said. "I'm in control. Now to get her some clothes that fit."

Yes, focus on that task. Only that task. Find a clothing shop, get something really, really big to cover the entire body as a makeshift robe, something that Makoto would use to hide her luscious form from the world. Prevent others from falling for the spell the same way Naru herself was.

Because otherwise? Otherwise Motoko would be drawing eyes from anyone she met. A small flash of skin and they'd be just like Naru. Unable to look away, even in their mind's eye. Drinking it in. Lusting after her. Turning into perverts. All the women she knew. Mitsune. Haruka. Maybe even her own sister. Lusting after her as badly as any man. As for the men, Naru could only imagine how Keitaro might react...

Keitaro. There! A thread that could lead her out of this maze of lust! Keitaro was already a great big pervert. Think about how terrible that would be for her - ah, she meant Motoko! For their manager to perv out over her even worse than he did over Naru. Ooh, it made her blood boil!

She should try to keep that glasses-wearing idiot away from Motoko as long as possible. Ju-Just to make sure that she, y-you know, didn't have to deal with him being hit by the spell too. Not that she was jealous or anything, perish the thought! Why would she be jealous of Motoko for having the kind of figure some women would do almost anything to have and maintain? Why would she possibly be jealous if all of a sudden Motoko had Keitaro's complete and undivided atten-

<i>Motoko's sin was lust,</i> whispered a voice in her ear. <i>Your sin... Is envy!</i>

Naru suddenly caught a gasp in her throat as a peculiar sensation began to flow through her body. A warm comforting feeling that flowed over her like hot water, leaving traces of electricity and excitement in their wake. She sank to her knees, smiling up at the heavens, unable to stand, unable to think, unable to do anything at all except let it hit her all at once like a great big tidal wave of joy and delight.

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Motoko heard the distinctive sound of a body falling, and her instincts took the better of her. Even though she was barely covered by her bedsheets, she could hardly leave someone in trouble alone. Especially if they required emergency medical attention! Her integrity could not permit it!

So she rushed out into the corridor, clutching the thin sheet to herself until she found the person that had fainted. Naru! At least, she thought it was Naru...?

The woman certainly had Naru's face and hairstyle, but that simply couldn't be the case at all. Her body was transformed in much the same way as Motoko's, similar kinds of curves, similar kinds of perfection. She caught herself reaching out to stroke some of that warm, enticing flesh but pulled back at the last moment. Motoko forced herself to focus on what really mattered.

Namely. The other alteration that had happened to Naru. Before, she'd been wearing her normal clothes. Cute, but not especially intended to be sexy or revealing. The same could not be said of her new apparel, that seemed almost designed to flaunt what she had been given by this accursed magic. A tiny, frilly little skirt and a jumper tied up just underneath her massive breasts.

<i>I wish I was that confident in this body.</i>

Huh? What? Wait, that wasn't right at all! Why would she think a thought like that? Never mind! Motoko carefully poked Naru's shoulder, and her transformed friend sat up immediately.

"Oh, hello, Motoko!" Naru said, flipping back her hair. Her perfect, immaculate hair. There was a distracting gleam to it that gave her an aura like an angel. "Thank you for your help... Ah! N-Not that I needed your help or anything, dummy!"

"Naru," Motoko said. "You have changed as well. Your body is also... How do I put this..."

"Huh?" Naru said. "What do you mean? Staring at my body like that, when your own is - <b>Huh?!<b> What the hell is this?!"

<i>Even when she's surprised, she looks so pretty. No wonder Urashima spends so much time with her. Instead of with...</i>

"I don't know," Motoko said. "However. It does appear that the situation is more serious than we first believed. It is entirely possible the effect will also hit the others as well, in which case -"

<i>Why is she wearing clothes that changed to fit when mine did not?</i>

"Like hell I'm going out like this," Naru said, gesturing at her barely concealed, extremely sexy body. "All the stares I'd get from men. The women judging me, feeling jealous of my body." She shuddered a little, and for some reason Motoko did as well. "I - I can't do that! I need to get clothes that at least cover me up a little bit more!"

Yes, that did seem to be quite the problem. Wearing that kind of material, no matter how Naru moved she'd be flashing her thong panties at anyone and everyone she walked past. They would have the perfect image cast into their brain forever more, the flawless nature of that body as she swished by them in a super sexy stride that the eye couldn't help but follow...

In point of fact, Motoko should have found it strange that she wasn't having exactly the same kind of reaction to Naru as had occurred the other way around. She was not feeling lustful attraction to her friend at all. Instead it was more like a slow burning unbridled jealousy, just under the skin. Even though they both had equally sexy bodies, she kept on noticing little things to be jealous of.

Her clothing changed. Urashima spent the most time with Naru out of all of them. In fact, even the point that Motoko wasn't feeling unbridled lust was another point to feel envious of. The green-eyed monster welling up within her was as inevitable as it was unpredictable. In point of fact...

"Hey, girls!" the manager said, appearing suddenly and blinking at them. Strange how handsome he suddenly seemed without his glasses. "Have either of you seen my glasses anywhere? I seem to have misplaced them somehow and now I can't see anything at all! Haha!"

A strangely mischievous expression flashed across Naru's face for a fleeting moment, but Motoko didn't even have the time to digest it properly before Naru was rising to her feet, taking Keitaro by the arm and dragging him off down the corridor.

"I'll gladly help you look," Naru breathily said, momentarily glancing back at Motoko. "Besides which, there was something else I was wanting to show you just now."

"You..." Motoko snarled. Oh yes, here it was! The green-eyed monster inside her! Motoko felt utterly powerless to do anything at all save watch as Urashima let that - That girl press up against him with nothing more than a confused blush! "You perverts!" she yelled.

But neither of them seemed to hear her at all, which was a curious quirk of anatomy when you think about it. After all. Whatever could having someone's tongue down your throat have to do with inhibiting your hearing? Because that's exactly what was happening. On top of that Naru was using her superior strength to pin Keitaro Urashima to the wall in the corridor, forcing his hands to stroke her thighs while one leg straddled his hip. It was obscene! It was lewd!

It was also making Motoko extremely envious.

1. Motoko tries to intervene. Gets pulled into threesome.
2. Motoko backs off, foreseeing the possibility of option 1.
3. Motoko is able to break them up for the time being.
4. Motoko tries to intervene so she can have Keitaro for herself!
5. Someone else enters the corridor.
6. Something else