Story: Anime Bimbo Outbreak

Motoko was a tough girl. You might look at her and think that she has a gooey centre under that hard shell, but she'd insist quite adamantly that there was not. There wasn't! There was... There was no weakness to her, she was like steel, unbending and sharp as her sword, ready to cut down anything that opposed her!

"N-Naru... Urashima!" Motoko snarled, or rather she tried to. It came out a lot needier than she'd intended. "How - how dare you act so brazenly!"

"Like, I'm not wearing a bra silly," Naru giggled. No. No she was not. Her bare boobs were giving Keitaro's enormous schlong a very thorough and vigorous titjob. No bra in sight. No bra might fit over those jugs. Trying to fit one on these would probably break a few laws of physics and probably only end up looking even more perverted. "You should, like, burn yours and come join in."

"Sounds hawt," Keitaro nodded.

“I am not getting rid of my bra, why would I even do that?” Motoko said, raising her hands protectively to her chest and trying to do her best to not look at Naru, who was still very enthusiastically using her breasts to make Keitaro’s giant dick happy.

For the first time in her life, Motoko was about to encounter something... soft and fluffy that is usually hard and inflexible. Logic. That is to say, the bimbo brand of logic. Now, one might think that logic is the kind of thing that is best used by intelligent beings to guide a train of thought, but it's more than that. You see, logic takes a specific kind of mind to apply properly. An analytical mind is easily mistaken for an intelligent one, because it expresses thoughts and ideas that everyone has in a way that others might not be able to articulate.

If you follow that, then bimbo logic must seem just about as natural to you. It's not the logic of the smart, but rather the logic of the very, very stupid and very, very oversexualised.

"Bras are, like, super itchy and get in the way when you move," Naru said without a hint of hesitation. "They're sooooo constricting and tight. Doncha feel itchy? Super totally itchy and stuff?"

Now that Naru mentioned it, Motoko was feeling a tremendously distracting itch in her chest. There wasn't any real cause to it. The bimbo had simply put the thought in there.

"Th-that's hardly relevant!" Motoko yelled, clutching at her chest.

"Teehee, you're right! It's super hard!" Naru tittered, kissing Keitaro's dick tenderly. "So? I can, like, see you itching and stuff. Why doncha take off that bra? You'll feel tons better. Promise!"

Behold the might of bimbo logic. It's an argument so stupid that you can't quite work out how to attack it.

"Oh, now I get it!" Keitaro said, slapping his open palm into his fist rather than the reverse. "That must be why you couldn't hit me before. Your bra was slowing you down!"

"Huh?" Motoko blinked slowly. She tried to digest it. Had as much luck as a regular human stomach had when trying to digest chewing gum. "What? What nonsense is that?" It was beyond stupid, the sort of thing that could twist and turn around, not quite becoming intelligent, but rather some kind of anti-stupid. She simply couldn’t understand how these two had even come to these conclusion, as there was absolutely no sense to it.

“Like, you are totally right Keitaro. I mean, look at how well I can move my tits without a bra.” As she said that, the bimbofied university student started to squeeze her boobs together as she continued giving her fellow student a ever faster growing titjob.

Well.. she was pretty fast.. Motoko’s mind observed half-heartedly, trying to fill in the blanks that Naru’s and Keitaro’s words had left in her brain. Right now the part of her that was normally processing logic and reason, analyzing things around her, was really in need of an explanation. Any sort would go, as long as it had the slightest bit of evidence!

"That's nonsense!" Motoko yelled, reaching for her sword and rushing forward to punish the perverted pair. "My bra has nothing to do with anyth-"

Keitaro then proceed to dodge her every strike while also simultaneously humping his dick into Naru's breasts. Motoko blinked in utter bafflement. He'd deftly leaned his head and twisted his body out of range. Even when she went for the legs he neatly hopped over the strikes so fast she barely saw him move.

"See?" Keitaro asked, reaching out to flick her on the forehead. "You're, like, way too slow."

"Th-That has nothing to do with my bra!" Motoko yelled, stepping back and trying to think this through. She didn't want to hit Naru. She was clearly innocent in all of this. It was Keitaro that was corrupting her somehow.

"You sure?" Naru asked. "How do you know?"

Cue Motoko succumbing to the frustrating, neverending whirlpool that is bimbo logic. She tore off her bra and cast it aside out of sheer frustration. Not just frustration with the logic, either. Watching these two be so... intimate was playing havoc with her libido. Not that she'd admit to such a thing.

"There! Happy!" Motoko yelled. She rushed forward again, fully intent on bringing her sword righteously down upon Keitaro's handsome smiling face - alas, she was indeed still a touch too slow, as his hands effortlessly pierced her defenses and went right for her nipples, causing the swordswoman to suck in air.

"Much better!" Keitaro said, groping Motoko while humping his dick into Naru's cleavage. "Hrm.. You know, maybe it really wasn't your bra after all."

"Maybe she needs a new training regime," Naru suggested. "Get her body, like, super fit"

"N-New training regime?" Motoko squeaked. She couldn't believe this. Keitaro was blatantly, wantonly groping her, but her body wasn't cooperating at all! It had frozen mid-swing, she'd even dropped her sword. "Wh-what sort of training did you have in mind?"

The two of them stared blankly at her. Their minds swirling around with yet more bimbo logic. Oh, Motoko felt so confused all of a sudden. Why was she so weak? She didn't want to be weak. She wanted to be strong! Why couldn't she hit him? Why was he able to avoid all of her attacks.

"Sex!" both Keitaro and Naru said in unison. Naru giggled while Keitaro continued. "Sex, like, makes you use so much of your bod. It's the perfect exercise."

"You mean sexercise!" Naru added. "So how 'bout it Motoko? Wanna have you pussy stuffed?"

That was enough to break Motoko out of it and then some. She leaped back away from the pair, blushing wildly and covering up her bare breasts. "Perverts!" she yelled. Her sword! Where was her - Ah! It had fallen on the other side of them when she dropped it! "Stay away from me!"

The two of them stopped the titplay. Naru stood up and - Wow, her body was amazing. Toned, fit, a healthy gleam on every inch of skin. Keitaro as well. He looked like he'd spent an entire year solid doing crunches and lifting weights. There were some bodybuilders out there who would kill to have a physique like that.

"I think you're jelly," Naru tittered. "My boobs have always been totes bigger and sluttier than yours."

Keitaro slipped behind Naru and began to fondle those breasts from behind, while sticking his dick in between her thighs. "They are super nice boobies," Keitaro agreed. "But Motoko's are nice too..."

“Hmm.. yeah, how about we both use our tits on his big dick? We could like, totally beat him if we double team him. Eh, what do you think Motoko?” As Naru said that, she pulled her head back and a quiet moan escaped her mouth as the fine example of the male sex continued enjoying her body. “Your boobs pushed against mine, rubbing against Keitaro’s huge cock, that sounds so hot!” Keitaro grunted as he kept rubbing his cock against her legs and pussy, clearly agreeing even if he was a bit too busy to add his own two cents.

"Not on your lifetime!" Motoko complained, stepping back when she noticed the pair were coming closer towards her.

"Aw, that's so totes cute!" Naru sighed, leaning back against Keitaro's chest. "She's scared that my boobies will, like, dwarf her tiny titties! Mmmm, that's the spot Kei-chan."

"I'm - I'm not jealous!" Motoko yelled, but still kept her distance from them. "And I'm not getting into an argument about the size of my breasts!"

"Of course not, you know you'll lose," Naru teased. "Only joking!" A heart shape formed in the air next to her head as she said that. "I think you're way too tightly sprung. You need to relax. Chill out. Um... Let me think, there must be some easy way to let you relax..."

Motoko tapped her foot as both Naru and Keitaro visibly had to think quite hard about this. If not for the fact they were blocking the only way out, she might have tried creeping away. Grab her sword. The only thing she could do right now was try to think. Attacking directly didn't seem to work. Somehow, the pair of them had massively improved in their martial skill as well as becoming stupid and ridiculously hawt... Ah! She meant to think fit there. Fit! Not totally hawt!

"Oh, I know!" Keitaro said. "She could have -"

"Sex," Motoko and Keitaro said at the same time. Motoko sarcastically, Keitaro sincerely. How predictable. If only their physical movements were as predictable as their mental path!

"Yeah, sex is totally the deal! When you cum, your whole body will, like, relax and you'll feel waay less stressed out." Okay, so these two hard total one-track minds, was there any way to abuse this? Motoko tried to find a way, to come up with a plan to escape, but the bimbo logic that had been flying in the face of all common sense made thinking really hard. It was like even now her brain was not yet done trying to decipher the meaning of their words, making her thoughts feel sluggish and confused.

“As-as if I would ever, yo- you perverts!” By now Motoko had started to repeat herself almost as much as these two. Though in all fairness, there wasn’t much else she could do. The two unnaturally attractive idiots continued advancing towards her, step by step. And every step she walked backwards, intent to stay out of their reach. She didn’t want to find out what it would feel like if they got their hands on her. No matter how hot it would be-

No, she wasn’t interested, not at all!

The point became a little moot when she forgot the first rule of every martial arts: Pay attention to your surroundings. She tripped and she stumbled into the water, landing on her back in the hot spring. By the time she got over the shock and sat up, Naru was sitting to her right and Keitaro was kneeling to her left... with his dick right in her face. Motoko's eyes crossed, and she sucked in air. This proved to be a mistake. Its musky scent was extremely potent and made her feel funny from head to toe.

“So, you still don’t want to try using your boobies for something more fun? Come on, it is gonna help with training. Like, think! Me and Keitaro have lots of sex. And now we are much faster than you. Clearly that is the reason, it is the only explanation!” As Naru spoke, she rubbed her impossibly soft and huge breasts against Motoko’s side, making strange sparks of pleasure shoot through the maiden’s body. Wait, what did she say? The sex had made her like this?

That's one of the dangers about bimbo logic. It often finds a weak point without the supposedly smarter person realising it. Everything else can be dismissed out of hand as being too dumb to be real, but once it finds that weak point it can easily bury underneath and make you forget how totally and completely unreasonable everything else is.

"I just had a super idea!" Keitaro said. "How about the two of you have a sex off? I'll take on the winner."

Motoko wobbled a little. She should say no. She ought to. And yet...

"Okay..." she whispered, turning her head away from Keitaro's cock to hungrily kiss Naru on the mouth. Her hair began turning a lighter colour as they toppled over into the water.

1. Keep watching this scene.
2. What's going on with the Ranma cast?
3. So how is the rest of the Hinata dorm holding out?
4. A new series feels the sting of corruption.
5. Something else