Story: Sailor Moon Titnosis

Note that I'm not really all that familiar with Index so this may not be quite right. If anyone that is familiar with her can give advice to correct, please do so.


You know, it seemed to Index that the big-boobed lady was very, very nice. While it certainly seemed a little strange the way that she would lift up that shirt to show them off, Index couldn't feel any trace of malevolence or wicked intention behind it. What she did feel, on the other hand, was magic. Really freaky, powerful magic that her unconscious was telling her didn't match anything in any of the 103,000 grimoires that her perfect memory had accumulated.

Which should have been impossible.

Anyway, so that was two reasons to follow this nice Naru lady. She had been kind and good and fed Index. She was also dabbling in an unknown form of magic with unknown effects, unknown risks, and unknown consequences, and that was tickling Index's curiosity far more effectively than a feather might her feet. Her nice new big-boobed buddy might be in danger if the wrong person noticed something like that. Or the spell itself might be dangerous. A kind-hearted maiden such as herself could ill leave someone at such high risk alone. Even at risk to Index herself.

Then again. Maybe Index herself was also being influenced by this magic without noticing?

"So, this is where I live!" Naru cheerily said, throwing open the front door and giving a sweeping bow that made her oversized tits jiggle. Index felt her gaze being drawn towards them like they were a pair of black holes and her vision had crossed the event horizon. Escape was impossible. Even magic couldn't help at that point. They were amazing. Sublime. Index didn't know anything at all about art appreciation. It all sounded a bit stuffy and dull to her. Not quite so analysing those tits, committing them to her perfect memory even if she didn't want to...

And yet in spite of that perfect memory Index didn't remotely remember entering Naru's room or sitting on her bed. That sort of thing might worry anyone else, but Index wasn't the sort to let such trifles concern her. Naru was approaching her with a book clutched protectively to her formidable chest. A book which radiated magic so clearly and loudly that for a second Index completely forgot all about the creamy globes hidden behind it.

"Listen, Index..." Naru said. "I'm sorry to say this, but I brought you here for a reason. I kind of need a favour." The book was placed in Index's lap, and she read the title. Titnosis? Was that the name of the magic? Index was about to ask that very question of the nice lady, when all of a sudden she noted that Naru had tossed her shirt to the other side of the room, leaving herself completely naked from the waist up. Not a stitch of clothing. Anywhere. "And, um... I think it might be a good idea to put you under again, just to be on the safe side."

"Put me under?" Index asked. In front of her, Naru began to trace circles around her breasts, the fingers going in opposite directions. Left clockwise. Right anticlockwise. "What does that mean? I am unfamiliar with the phrase."

"It means that you are staring at my tits," Naru said apologetically. "They're really nice tits, aren't they, Index?" Well. This was undeniable. So she nodded, and then for some reason felt this irresistible urge to close her eyes. Look away from perfection for reasons she did not comprehend, and no matter what her eyes wouldn't open at all anymore!

"Ah, sorry, pretty lady!" Index gasped. "I think - Some sort of self-defensive measure is activating because of the magic you are using! I cannot open my eyes anymore."

"That's alright," Naru said, seemingly not understanding how severe this situation was for her right now. "You said you have a perfect memory. Right? Then you don't need to open your eyes. Think back to the restaurant. Remember what happened when it was time to pay?"

Yes. Yes, Index did remember. In her mind's eye the image flew right to the front of her thought process. Those same perfect tits. Naru's hands squeezing them, lifting one, making them jiggle, making them move in such a fascinating manner. Radiating magic that was so powerful she couldn't hope to resist it, making her relax and - And...

And her eyes opened to see that same pinkish cleavage inches from her face. Index stared into that valley. Her self-defensive procedures inoperative. Even her perfect recall couldn't keep track of how long she stared. How long Naru brushed Index's hair and told her she was pretty and whispered such sweet-sounding things into her ear.

The next thing Index knew she was flipping through the book. Absorbing the data. The spells centered around having giant knockers that could influence mind and body alike. The knowledge somehow managed to slot in alongside the other myriad spells she had been compelled to recall, and any questions she'd had spilling in her mind about it seemed silly and trivial all of a sudden. It made sense. It made perfect sense! In point of fact, she could even feel her unconscious mind conceive of one or two ways these techniques might even combine in interesting ways with these new spells. The potential was astonishing!

The book slammed shut. "Grimoire memorised in full," Index announced. With tremendous reluctance, she sat up from where she'd been lying. Atop Naru. With the back of her head nestled in a certain warm place. She squirmed a little bit. "You intend to use this power to help people?"

"That's right," Naru said, caressing Index's silver hair. The young mage purred, then put her hand over her mouth. "But first, you will need to give yourself the magnificent bosom you were destined to receive. You don't need to make the choice now. You can do it later on."

"Oh?" Index asked, adjusting her position as if lying on a pillow. "You mean that you didn't titnotise me into simply saying yes?"

"No," Naru said with a smile. "Just making sure you didn't turn around and betray me the second you learned all about it. Sorry, sorry. I'm just a little justifiably paranoid about this. It's all up to you, I won't make you join up if you don't want to."

Before the conversation could go any further, there was something like an earthquake that shook the entire building. Both girls lay still on the bed for a moment, but only a moment, before scrambling towards the window as both seemed to notice at once that it wasn't an earthquake but more like - Something had landed outside.

Which indeed it had. It looked like a rather small man standing in the middle of a crater. He leaped up and out effortlessly, then cracked the pavement he landed on with ease.

This... Could be a problem. Especially considering how five magic blobs shaped exactly like young women in leotards and tiny skirts jumped in to confront the creature, then collapsed to the ground like ragdolls. Ah! Ah! Magical girls! So cool!

"Ooh, heck!" Naru gasped. "This looks bad! I've got to help them!"

Index reached after her new friend but to no avail. She said something under her breath and her clothing transformed (so cool!) into that revealing shirt and shorts combination before Index could even think to warn her that this enemy was obviously using some sort of gravity manipulation spell, which meant that by the time she was that close she couldn't even lift up her shirt to use titnosis... Meaning that she'd just put herself in as much danger as anyone else.

Index frowned and drew upon what she could of the grimoire sealed in her mind. Gravity is a powerful force indeed. Down on the street below, the magical girl in the green skirt was able to aim her fingers towards the monster while it was distracted and fired lightning at its back. However, even the electric spell being fired couldn't do anything at all against the gravity control this monster was using! At this level it would even be able to deflect any spells cast against it.

Index was a good person at heart. Perhaps a trifle greedy. Perhaps she enjoyed stuffing her stomach a little too much. However. She could not stand by and watch as good people and a new super-nice friend were all being crushed by this mean, evil-looking monster. She understood why Naru had leaped out like that. Because she was the same way. Putting herself in harm's way to protect other people. If that was the case, then there was only one thing Index could imagine herself saying in a situation like this.

"Boobicus Maximus."

The first thing Index felt was the pleasure leading into the growth. The book had described it a little bit, yet she had absolutely no preparation for when it hit. This feeling was completely alien to her. Completely new. It felt as though her body was melting. Her robes hit the floor and her body felt tingly and glorious immediately, as though it were born to greet the air unrestrained.

Then, though she had thought herself at the peak of sensation, Index learned that there were still new heights to be reached when her breasts began to swell. The growth was fluid. As though she had taken a long, continuous deep breath and the air had gone into the wrong part of her chest. But make no mistake. That was flesh. All flesh. All natural. Or as natural as one gets when it comes to magically induced body modifications, but regardless of that the important point was this:

If Index thought she felt good before, imagine how good she felt when there was more of her to feel good. Her libido yawned awake like a hibernating bear.The understanding she had gleaned from the latest memorised grimoire, number 103,001, gained an all-new perspective and so she stuck her hands on her hips, stared out of the window at the terrible, rampaging fiend and dove out to join the fray.

"Index!" Naru gasped when she landed heavily outside. "Stay back. Can't - Can't move!"

"Hrm?" the monster growled. "What's this? Another obstruction for me to crush? I never knew I was so popular with the ladies. They're throwing themselves at me with less and less clothes!"

"Analysis complete," Index announced, leaning slightly backwards and then the very next second she was down on the ground just like the rest of them. "You are an ugly meanie! Leave the nice girls alone!"

"Or what?" the monster asked. "Hrm? I'm sorry, but if you're going to do anything to stop me, wouldn't you be better off standing up first? Hahaha! You see? Even though you're struggling with all your might you can't quite... Uh... Can't quite manage..."

Normally Index couldn't use magic herself at all. She had to rely upon her songs to intercept spells being cast by other magicians. But this enemy wasn't a magician, nor did it seem as though they were casting any specific spell that she could recognise and intercept. That would make this the worst kind of opponent for her to confront, then. Normally she would have no recourse. However...

Because she had landed on her back - ow, by the way! - her naked boobs were perfectly visible. Because of the impact those naked, perfect, enchanted boobs had the kind of jiggle that made her bite her lip and squirm, an effect that was heightened considerably when she tried - and failed - to rise to her feet. Why? Because anyone trying to stand up will always start with the head and, more importantly to this strategy, the shoulders.

However, Index wasn't even close to being finished yet. She opened her mouth. And she began to sing.

<i>I heat you up, you can't cool down
My tits are jiggling
Round and round
Round and round and round they go
Making your mind really slow.</i>

Out of the corner of her eye she could see the creature blinking. Staring ahead at her prone body. Just as she suspected. He needed to be able to concentrate to maintain the effect. She sat up. Slowly. She also kept on singing, drawing from a well of sultry desire she never knew could exist in the first place.

<i>Every time my breasts come out
Your mind is mine, there is no doubt
No doubt that your knees will buckle
And my nips you'll want to suckle.</i>

This tore it. When she got back home she was spending the day locked up with Touma. If she was getting this hot being looked at by such an ugly, hateful monster, even trying to think about Touma was making her feel fluttery and funny.

<i>No bra, no bra, no bra!
You want to grab me, don't ya?
No bra, no bra, no bra.
No bra, no bra...</i>

Now she was on her feet, fully capable of infusing titnosis into her singing. Assaulting the creature's mind on multiple levels, letting her discreetly test out what kind of creature it really was. Comparing it against the grimoire's knowledge. Use her perfect memory to watch the reaction to the melody. Enabling her to pinpoint the exact nature of... Demon. It was definitely a demon. Youma variety.

<i>You see the magic in my breast
The jiggle when I move my chest
Don't try to blink or look away
Just stare ahead and watch them sway.</i>

"... Okay..." the demon and, well, everyone else around her said. Oh dear. Even nice Naru was under the effect. This was probably where she should stop singing or something. Correct? Um, Index supposed that was the case. Maybe? She snapped her fingers in front of Naru's face, slapped her cheeks slightly. That seemed to do the trick.

"Huh? Wha-"

"Um, what do I do now?" Index whispered, rotating her shoulders and unconsciously licking her lips at the feeling of her new bust jiggling around. "They all appear to be... under? Did I use that right? I am unable to cast the spell that would dispel the demon."

"Just yell the following..." Naru said. Right. That did not make any sense to Index, but she would do her best.

"'Sailor Moon! Please defeat the demon! Mister demon, allow Sailor Moon to defeat you!' Did I get that correct?"

"Can do!" one of the other girls called with a hearty salute. She pulled off her tiara and the next thing Index saw was magic magic magic, stay away from that please God and all the angels in heaven let her stay far far away from that tiara, it seemed to be channelling laylines from the entire moon which had a basis in so many forms of magic it wasn't even funny. Index barely even noticed the creature turning to dust there and then.

"Oh!" Naru said, whipping up her top. "Um... Please forget that we were here. Um. Decide among yourselves how you defeated it and that's how it really happened. We were never here! Okay? Bye! Come on, Index, let's get you inside."

And so inside they went, with Index finding herself both famished and hungry. Also her stomach was growling menacingly. Inside of her bountiful chest her heart rate had substantially increased, though for reasons that were connected to circumstance rather than health considerations. Exciting. Yes. That had definitely been exciting.

"So, what do you think?" Naru asked, brushing down Index's arm and standing at a point where if either of them took in a particularly deep breath their nipples would've touched. "Wanna join my team? I mean, knowing a little more about this titnosis thing would be pretty cool..."

"Um, well... Pardon me for observing," Index quietly said. "However, I have noted one curious fact from this little use so far. It seems to me as though titnosis compels its users to make use of it given the slightest opportunity, excuse or reason."

In point of fact, although she wouldn't admit it aloud... Right now Index was feeling the peculiar urge to, for example, take a very deep breath and - Ah yes, much better. Both girls stood their with fluttering eyes and giant breasts pressing firmly up against one another.

"Welcome to the team," Naru breathed.

1. The Sailors somehow work out that something is altering their memories.
2. Naru and Index go hunting for another new team member.
3. Index gets her own uniform and name.
4. Naru and Index go to visit Touma.
5. Who is sending this particular batch of youma anyway?
6. Something else