What misfortune! Today was one of the crazier days that Touma could remember having, and you'd better believe that said a lot. Ever had a small army of nuns in miniskirts trying to kill you? Or perhaps run into a russian priestess wearing what looks like an S&M outfit who turns out to be possessed by an Archangel? Oh, there was also that time he had snuck into the School Garden and girls had hunted him all over the place, and somehow a rumour had started that there was a terrorist attacking that tried to impregnate all the girls with his Esper powers.
Well, the short version of all that was his sense of weirdness was kind of skewed but even this turn of events was kind of out there, even by those standards. First, some kind of brainwashing website, then Biribiri had suddenly grown half a dozen cup sizes and run for it, and now most disturbing of all..
“Why did Misaka’s kohai of all people assault me like that?” It may be necessary to explain something here. Touma was asking himself this question because of a certain brain related injury he had gotten quite a while ago. Due to this, he had forgotten ever knowing the girl known as Misaki Shokuhou, and he would quickly forget any new memories of her shortly after leaving her sight.
Which made Kuroko's behaviour quite inexplicable to him even beyond the fact it was already quite strange.
It also meant that he'd completely lost track of Misaka by now. How long had he been running, hoping to lose the troublesome teleporter? Touma wasn’t sure, but at some point he had become rather certain that she wasn’t actually hunting him down.
"Onee sama!"
Grk! That voice! He ducked around behind a wall. Such misfortune! Even though she wasn't looking for him anymore, she'd found him anyway! He peered around the corner and saw her... talking to a Sister. He was pretty certain it was a Sister rather than the original. For one thing, when Kuroko took a picture of her the girl's skirt had inexplicably flipped up. Misaka didn't wear that kind of underwear.
It bugged him that he knew that.
“Ah! D-did Onee-sama finally grow out of her boyish phase? Not that I dislike that part of you, but this is even better. Though striped panties are still a bit..” The teleporter was rambling even as she all but drooled over what she had seen just now. “Hehe.. now come on Onee-sama, our photoshoot will be even more intimate in the privacy of our home.”
"Misaka is uncertain about a photoshoot, Misaka hesitantly said," the Sister commented, then threw her hands behind her head and thrust out her chest when Kuroko took another picture. "Ooh, Misaka moaned sensuously."
"D-Dammit Kuroko..." a familiar voice complained. "Ah, what do I do about this? If I show my face right now she'll work out there are clones of me running around, and who knows what she might do to them?"
Aha, what was this now? The original Misaka, hiding a little bit in front of him, though he could only see her head. She was staring at the same sight of Kuroko using her camera to somehow make the Sister erotically pose and... apparently enjoy doing so a little too much for her own good.
“Ah, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to go somewhere private, Misaka says as she tries to keep her voice down.” Kuroko for her part giggled and made a more shots with her, causing the Sister to follow her down the streets.. actually wasn’t the way to their dormitory? Oh, that explained what she meant with privacy.
“Urgh, stupid boobs.” The Railgun followed, carefully avoiding Kuroko’s sight but not noticing Touma. The boy for his part couldn’t help stare now that she had stood up and revealed that she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit. That alone would have been odd.. But there was also the fact that her chest had grown <b>even larger</b>, to the point where he was pretty sure even this new swimsuit wouldn’t hold for all that long.
Not to mention.. well..
Had she... always been that cute? Now, it's true enough that Touma was pretty much immune to mental manipulation, but that was only really true if the effect was hitting his right hand. Imagine Breaker would automatically cancel out that kind of thing. As such, mind readers and telepaths in general couldn't do anything... but if the effect was playing off of something else, then it could have an effect. For example, if Misaka had a rather high level of Sexy Tsundere then even he couldn't help but notice and feel his heart swayed by it.
He crept on up to her and tried to ignore that. There were more important things than the way her hair swayed in the wind or how she pushed up her chest with her arms in indignation. He had to stop what was happening, find the culprit for today’s chaos and punch them in the face so hard like you wouldn’t believe it!
"Pst, Misaka!" he whispered, making to put his hand on her shoulder.
He hadn't expected her to turn around so quickly, or to rise from her crouching position. If he had, then he wouldn't have gone to do that. And his hand wouldn't have landed squarely on her right breast. Such misfortune!
"Ahhhhhh!" Misaka sighed, leaning back against the wall as, before Touma's very eyes, her amazing rack... deflated. The two spheres of flesh acted like a soufflé in a tv show when a loud sound had been heard. His hand almost automatically followed the escaping breasts, so he didn’t lose hold though.
Alas, the cute smile on her pretty face couldn't last long, as her eyes fluttered open when her breasts were back to normal size. Then she took stock of the situation, and as fast as a bolt of lightning kicked Touma in the side of the head.
"P-Pervert!" she admonished. And then tried to kick him again where he lay on the ground, only for our unlucky boy to dodge and raise his hands in surrender.
“O-ouch, it was an accident! And be quiet, your perverted roommate will hear us!”
"Ohhhh! Misaka, the camera loves you almost as much as I do!"
Misaka immediately wheeled around, and Touma picked himself up off the ground. Huh. So her breasts had shrunk down when his right hand touched her... but now from the looks of things they were growing yet again. That sort of thing only happens when something else was the source of the magic. Like with that giant of fire called Innocentius!
Which meant, someone, somewhere was using some kind of magic to.. make the Railgun’s breasts grow? Yes, that didn’t really make any sense.. argh, why couldn’t the bad guy have an easily understandable plan?
“Now Onee-sama, off with that top! We are almost there so we should get ready for the next part.” These words caused Touma’s head to whip around and there he saw something rather scary. The teleporter once again did a snapshot, and suddenly the Sister’s uniform slid off her shoulders like it had lost all friction, the buttons of her brown vest and shirt audibly popping on their own.
“Oh, the top is the same colour as the bottom! I cannot wait to take them both off.”
Electricity began to spark out from around Biribiri. The girl couldn't take this any more, and who could possibly blame her? It was one thing to go after her, she had gotten used to Kuroko’s perverted antics after all. But to do such things with her little sister!
<b>“Kuroko!”</b> Her shout was almost as loud as the electric that she was discharging all over her body. Oh, that pervert would pay.
"Eh?! A second Onee-sama!" gasped a voice annoyingly close to her ear. Misaka turned just in the nick of time to have a photograph taken of her and, against her own will, she thrust out her chest, arching her back while pushing them up with her hands.
"Th-This doesn't feel good at all!" Misaka yelled, her face turning scarlet as she kneaded her breasts while Kuroko snapped a few more pictures. She glanced towards Touma out of the corner of her eyes. Man, she was really sexy like this... Normally she kind of annoyed him, but right now he could barely help but leer.
“Ah, Misaka isn’t sure what is going on, but would it be alright if she leaves no-”
<b>*Snap*</b>
And there went any resistance from the Sister as the clone posed, hands on hips and bra clad chest pushed out. Her skirt once again inexplicably flipped up, just barely revealing a glimpse of what lay beneath.
“Oh, I don’t how there can be two Onee-samas, but I won’t let this chance get away! My happiness and the potential of this photoshoot have doubled!”
“K-Kuroko, stop this right now! I don’t like this, you are going to be in so much trouble-ohhh!” When the original tried to complain, the teleporter made another snapshot that was followed by a sexy pose.
“W-wow, this is even better than the other one? I-is this the premium Onee-sama? Even her chest is a bit bigger!” Indeed, by now the Railgun’s breasts had once again reached a respectable size. Not anywhere close to the monsters from earlier, but still quite nice in their own right.
Though the true reason that Kuroko was now blushing and breathing in a rather uneven way was because her own skill in erotic photography was working together with Misaka’s Sexy Tsundere power. A skill of level 37 and one of level 58 made quite the fearsome combo.
"H-How are you doing this?" Misaka half moaned, half groaned.
"Kukuku! I got a sexy new power up, Onee sama!" Kuroko explained. Wait, hold on. She did? The teleporter raised one hand that wasn’t holding her camera. It was holding a small object that looked vaguely wristwatch like. “Even the indomitable Onee-sama cannot resist me now that this little wonder worker has made me the best sexy photographer ever!”
Cue Touma who had sneaked closer reaching out and grabbing hold of said device, merely brushing it with his fingertip before Kuroko pulled it away.
"Oy, oy! Gorilla! It's not nice to touch things that don't belong to you!" Kuroko said. Then she tried to take another picture, and both Misaka's recoiled in sexy poses... that didn't quite fit the same level as before.
"Um... It didn't feel good that time?" Misaka said.
"That is correct, Misaka added, feeling tremendous disappointment."
“Wait, what? What is going on, did you turn it off when you grabbed it?” Kuroko pulled the small object up to her face and pushed some buttons on it. But there was no reaction, the display dark as night and not making a single beep.
"So, Kuroko! Do I have you to thank for my suffering today?" Misaka asked. "My inexplicably growing chest, that's your fault too isn't it?"
"I - I don't know what you mean, Onee sama! That has nothing to do with me!"
"Misaka, I think she's right," Touma said. "You see, your breasts are... uh... still growing?"
It was the same kind of thing as diving off a high board into a pool that you only noticed was empty after you'd already jumped. He'd started the sentence, but known there was no other good way to finish it than what he had started with. I mean, it was <I>true</I> that Misaka's breasts were growing again at a fairly rapid pace.
“Y-you were staring?” She asked, her bust suddenly expanding to the same size as before within a few seconds. The Railgun stumbled, nearly falling over at the sudden change in her center of weight. “What? I just got rid of them and now they are back? Argh, this is so unfair. I-it isn’t like I want bigger ones, especially not this ridiculously oversized.”
D-dammit, she was really really cute right now!
Meanwhile in another part of the city Saten blinked in confusion and wondered why exactly Misaka’s Breast Size level had dropped so suddenly. Well, she had gotten back all the exp and her power had asked if she wanted to return it, so it was fine now she guessed.
"If you are done stomping on Touma's head, then Misaka has a suggestion, Misaka said. If that device was doing something strange then we should take it to be analysed right away, Misaka observed patiently, and slightly aroused."
- They agree to track down Index.
- Kuroko makes a break for it, trying to get the device working again.
- The hunt for the “mysterious skirt flipper” has hit a dead end.
- Uiharu exploits her 'fans' to facilitate the investigation
- Something else
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