Story: Curvy Sailor Moon

Alright then. Shingo took a deep, deep breath while sitting in his room. The sounds from his parent's room had died down considerably a little while ago. Of course, the possibility that they had quickly exhausted themselves due to... Canoodling... Had crossed his weary mind, but it was pushed aside for the time being.

"It was all a bad dream!" he told himself, then stood up tall and proud sticking his hands on his hips. The young boy imagined himself like a conquering hero. In reality he looked like a chuunibyou trying out victory poses for the first time. "That's all it was! Some freaky bad dream! There's nothing at all hot about my sister, she's the plainest of plain janes. Flat as an ironing board, no appeal to her at all!"

So self assured this young man nodded to himself and strode confidently out of his room to set about what he had been intending to do that day. At which point he promptly encountered said sister striding up the stairs - with one of her dumb friends following right after. This friend was hunched over with her eyes glued to Usagi's gently swaying irresistable sexy sexy perfect immaculate -

"Buh...." Shingo muttered.

"Buh huh huh..." Makoto offered.

The two of them turned towards each other and gave the other a thumbs up of total understanding. It was a message between the two of them, acknowledging that either one of them would gladly follow that ass into hell and back.

"Shingo, you pervert!" Usagi suddenly yelled. She reached over and tweaked his ear. "Don't try to deny it, I caught you in the act!" Another tweak, and oh have mercy even this pain felt good! At this rate she might turn him into a masochist with this kind of treatment!

But worse yet, the shame of being caught drooling over his sister was too much to bear. He - He hadn't been looking at her! He'd been looking at whatever Makoto was looking at! Yes, that was it! He'd claim that he thought she was looking at a stain on her skirt or something like -

"You were peeking down Makoto's blouse, weren't you?" Usagi yelled. "Listen, I know she has a lot of talent, but that's no excuse to stare! It's rude! Right Makoto?"

Huh... It was a funny thing, but Shingo could've sworn Usagi's dumb pet cat just facepalmed.

"Yes, that's right! It's rude to stare!" Makoto said to Usagi's chest.

What do you even say to that? His dumb big sister turned up her nose and strutted off to her room having put him in his rightful place, with Makoto dropping to her hands and knees, crawling after the only thing on earth hotter than lava. Shingo bit his lip and sunk to his knees, but when he tried to join Makoto in his abject reverence she shoulder barged him aside, and by the time he'd recovered from that the door was already closed with the two girls inside.

"Nooooo!" he moaned, throwing himself against the door. "Not fair! Not fair!"

Shingo slapped his own cheeks. "Snap out of it!" he insisted to himself. "S-Sure, for some reason now even girls are drooling over her, but that doesn't mean anything! It's still the same old dumb and dorky big sis that she's ever been!" He nodded, content with that. "So, to hell with this, I'm gonna go play outside!"

Puffing out his chest, and swinging his arms confidently side to side, Shingo marched downstairs with every intention of doing exactly that. What else was he gonna do with his day, nurse this whole new sexual complex by trying to peek into his sister's room? Gross! How would he even do that anyway? Climb the tree outside her window and peek in there? That was absurd!

A minute later Shingo was climbing the tree outside of Usagi's window with a dopey grin on his face. "Curse my overactive imagination and youthful drives!" he lamented. "Curse them and this renewed sexual complex!"

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It took a moment for Makoto to realise that she was alone with Usagi in the other girl's bedroom. The girl was tough, the girl was healthy, but that revelation was almost enough to give her a heart attack on the spot! This feeling did not improve in the slightest when Usagi began taking off her uniform, either.

This was crazy! There wasn't anything at all different about the girl today, but everything about her was exuding an intensely overwhelming sexual aura. It wasn't as though Usagi was giving her a striptease or anything like that, but still something about the way she was carrying herself was giving her that astounding allure.

"Sorry about my dorky little brother," Usagi said while ditching her blouse. "He's such a pervy troublemaker. Why, this morning he even soaked my clothes with water!"

For a few seconds there Makoto went to her happy place. It only came back when her eyes suddenly realised that Usagi was standing there in just her bra, hence insisting quite strongly that the real world was a far happier place than any she could conjure up with her meager imagination.

"It's okay..." Makoto mumbled.

"Never mind him," Luna intruded. Oh, right. They weren't fully alone, were they? "Now that it's just the two of you, why don't you tell Makoto about the strange thing that happened this morning?"

"Strange thing...?" Makoto mumbled. Eh, whatever it was it couldn't possibly be as important as the fact that Usagi was, by now, standing in her underwear right in front of her. This sight had to be committed to memory no matter what!

"Oh, that!" Usagi gasped. "Well, I suppose it would be easier to show you."

Any shred of doubt within Makoto's mind that she could be attracted to girls was eradicated in that instant. Usagi had grabbed hold of her transformation pen, and it seemed as though she was dispelling an illusion leaving her standing there in underwear that was, quite frankly, straining for release. Just before her bra could snap, Usagi made a "hurk!" noise, reached behind her back and undid the clasp, letting the poor tormented fabric fall, fluttering to the floor.

Bliss.

"Usagi... Your body!" Makoto half laughed, half shivered. "What happened to your body?!"

"I know! Isn't it awful?" Usagi sighed. Her hands flew up to cover her nipples, but didn't stand a chance in hell of covering that new bust of hers. "None of my clothes will even fit me now, unless I use the transformation pen!"

"It's almost certainly some form of enemy attack..." Luna observed. "Although its purpose is still quite mysterious. Presumably, it's meant as a means of distraction."

If that was their goal, then mission accomplished. Makoto doubted she'd be able to concentrate on anything ever again after seeing this. "Your boobs are even bigger than mine now!" she complained. "Those can't be real, surely!"

"They feel real enough..." Usagi groped herself. Envy. So much envy! But it did give Makoto a plan!

"N-No way!" Makoto said. "Being that big and perfectly shaped, there's no way that they feel natural at all."

"Do so!" Usagi protested, stomping her foot. So cute! "Here, have a feel!"

Before Makoto could do anything at all Usagi had grabbed hold of her wrist and pushed Makoto's open hand directly into her right boob. Tit. Breast. Booooooooob! Makoto gave it a reflexive squeeze. Yep. It felt real alright!

"Ooh, Makoto! Not so rough! They're sensitive."

"Sorry," Makoto drooled. "Let me... Kiss it better."

The tough girl dipped her head down before anyone could protest and pressed her lips firmly against Usagi's breast. The blonde haired girl whimpered from the contact, but did not protest. On that basis Makoto took the chance to kiss another part of her bare chest, then another and still another. No complaints. No resistance. Usagi squirmed but said nothing.

"Ah... Is anyone going to take note of the catatonic boy peering in through the window?" Luna asked. Neither one of them answered. Makoto gently pushed Usagi back towards her bed - and then Luna jumped on Makoto's face. "Cut that out! You're falling for the enemy's trap!"

Not quite the pussy she'd intended to bury her face in! Makoto had half a mind to toss her around the room - But caught herself before doing something she'd regret quite deeply.

"Woah..." the tough girl gasped. "That was... Wow. Uh, Usagi, maybe you oughta transform again? Don't think I can even look at you without wanting to do something right now."

"Oh?! Ah! S-sorry Makoto! I suppose this body has way too much appeal, right?"

It sure as hell does! Makoto kept her eyes closed, but the sight and the feel and the taste lingered on in her memory, begging her to open her eyes to feast once again. But she kept her will intact, kept those eyes closed until Usagi tapped her on the shoulder, indicating that it was safe once again.

To her great relief it was. Usagi's body was back to normal, and the clothes she was wearing were, at best, cute but not sexy. A baggy pink jumper with a yellow bunny symbol on her tummy, alongside a smart red skirt that was halfway between her knee and her ankles. Makoto breathed a sigh of relief. This was more like the Usagi she knew. Cute, but not a walking sex beacon!

"Alright then!" Usagi nodded. "We should probably meet up with the others. At the very least Ami should take a look, if anyone can work something out then she can."

"Yeah! Sounds like a plan!" Makoto agreed vehemently. She kipped up onto her feet and made ready to follow Usagi out of the room - and then found herself thoroughly engaged and drawn in by the sway in Usagi's hips. It was... irresistible. It drew her in, ensnaring her full attention to an impossible degree. Though Usagi's body was completely normal seeming, she was still moving as though she had curves to spare. She had to pinch herself to keep from reaching out to cop a feel. "Sounds like a plan we should hurry up on..."

And outside, staring into the room was a certain troublemaking little brother who was busily spending his mental energy trying his absolute hardest to bury everything he'd just seen as deep, deep down into the vault of his mind that it would go.

1. An unconnected monster attacks all of a sudden!
2. How does Blue Wing get on with Minako?
3. Have Usagi's parents truly worn each other out so quickly? No! They're up to something kinkier than Shingo could have imagined!
4. Usagi arrives at Ami's place. How does the shy genius react?
5. Something else