Sunday, 28 April 2019

Story: Level Upper Railgun


You know, Misaka's a fairly straightforward girl in spite of all appearances. She likes cute things, but also likes to pretend that she's above liking them. This makes sense when you think of her reputation as one of the most powerful Espers in the city. This was a hard earned reputation. She'd climbed up the levels by her own hard work and will, no shortcuts or tricks involved. Not to mention, she was in a lot of ways the <i>face</i> of Academy City’s high level Espers due to being the most approachable among the Level 5s. Whenever there was some big event to show off their abilities, she had the biggest chance of being pulled in.

So it's easy to see why she'd so quickly get distracted by her breasts suddenly increasing in size beyond all reason. Something like that was bound to keep a girl's attention away from the things that matter. It's abnormal, even by the high standards set within this highly advanced city full of Espers. It's life changing, it's her own body suddenly morphing against (well... partly against) her will and wishes. As such, she had to put certain things aside until it was dealt with.

Well... For the time being, they were at a more normal, manageable size. Still growing, but enough to let her have a breather. As such:

"Kuroko! Phone!" Misaka said, and Kuroko was all too happy to teleport it into her waiting hands. Misaka briefly wondered why she hadn't gone for a quick grope or insisted on a 'favour' of some kind. Then she realised that her breasts had been bouncing a bit just then, so she was probably not firing on all cylinders.

At least <i>something</i> good was coming from this boob growing nonsense. Still, she hoped they could find a permanent fix to this or she would have to keep Touma around to regularly deflate her chest. Which meant she'd have to have him on call 24/7 to occasionally grope her breasts. Not because she wanted him to, but more because... she might wake up with boobs the size of car tires if she wasn't careful, and then where would she be? No, until she found a permanent solution having Touma occasionally grope her was the best thing she could hope for. If they ever found a solution. Which to be honest they might not, which would mean that for the rest of her life...

"What's with that dorky smile, biribiri?" Touma asked. "Who are you calling anyway?"

"Nothing you need to worry about," Misaka said. "That's the answer to both questions, by the way."

The actual answer to the second question (because she was not thinking about the answer to the first, and no power in the world could make her) was that she wasn't making a phone call. She was checking Uiharu's fansite! Gosh, it felt like forever, she must be super behind on everything by now. So many pictures to catch up on! Would she even understand what they were talking about anymore, or had it moved on so quickly that she would never be current again? She would have to keep quiet about her true intent though, didn’t want that idiot Touma to swipe the phone out of her hands again.

But that was when things started taking a direction she wasn't expecting, when a video started playing as soon as she went to the website. A video featuring Uiharu, front and centre, speaking to the camera.

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If you asked Uiharu her opinion, she was the last person who should take a leadership role. Oh, she could relay commands and keep order, that was kind of an inevitable part in her work. But a position as the top person in any sort of group? It didn’t fit her, it didn’t fit her at all.

So how exactly had she found herself sitting in a chair, her superior waving her cold air with a palm leaf? Also, where did Misaka pick up this sexy police-woman costume that showed off her midriff? Not to mention this skirt which was short enough that the slightest movement could end up revealing her underwear!?

"Um, hello!" Uiharu said. "T-to all my devoted fans!" Even as her voice nearly faltered before finishing her first sentence, her body <i>moved</i>. Chest pushed out, lips pursed seductively, head slightly tilted and a smoldering gaze thrown out. Fanservice without meaning to be.

“I-I have personally taken over the website because it was made without my consent. Obviously that was quite the shock for me.” A blush appeared on her cheeks and the two girls in the same room as her almost fainted at the sheer appeal and moe the girl was exuding now.

“Now, it is n-not like I am angry with you for liking me or anything. But I would still like to find the people who established the site. And also..” she paused and bent a little forward, folding her arms in the process. “I don’t know why I have suddenly become so popular and need your help in finding anything strange going on in the city. Please report any oddities on this site.”

Worth noting at this point that Uiharu was well into the range where her level of fanservice was beyond what was normally physically possible. Without meaning to she was breaking the laws of physics, simply because she was appealing to her fanbase.

For example, matter cannot normally be created or destroyed. And yet, there was suddenly a poster hanging behind her, of Uiharu in several popular poses in on her website- except in cuter outfits than she'd worn in reality. Listen carefully and you could hear a catchy J-Pop beat that seemed to be sung by Uiharu herself. Makeup appeared on her face, cast on her as if by a professional - perhaps the very best in the field of applying makeup living today - to make her seem simultaneously cuter, prettier, more innocent and more sexy than she might normally prefer to present herself.

Such is the power of fanservice, and the general ambiguity behind what it actually meant.

It was only natural that the chat would explode within seconds at such a sight. Everyone went crazy trying to be the one to first reveal something awesome, all in hopes of perhaps getting a heartfelt thank you from their new idol. Plus, there was obviously the potential to have a real life meeting. Such a price was enough to set the youth of Academy City into motion, and they wouldn’t stop until they found what their mistress wanted.

Which, and this may be a bit of a surprise to some people, Uiharu recognised as a very bad thing indeed. Nobody should have this much easy influence or power over the actions of others. Least of all her! Though some may say that her lack of desire for that power made her among the most suited to have it.

Yet, even though she had gotten some taste of the influence she had on people, she still didn’t quite grasp just how ridiculous her ability was. Nor did she understand that it was getting <i>worse</i> the more she continued to follow the path of fanservice.

Turning off the webcam, she sighed in relief for now. Well, for now all that she could do was wait and-

“Oh, the founders of the website have just sent us their names, says Misaka as she nods to herself since there was nothing else to expect in the face of this show.” Uiharu twitched.. she hadn’t expected results <i>that fast</i>, much less for the people who had made the site to just come out of the bushwork like that. Were they not worried at all that she would get them in trouble? "Also, Misaka has discovered a potential source of inspiration, Misaka says, barely restraining her fangirl squee. Her name is Index."

"Th-Then! F-Find this Index girl right away!"

Well, that was probably a bit too much. She'd just sent a horde of crazed fans after some girl with a strange name. And Uiharu knew all too well that 'fan' was short for 'fanatic'. Oh dear. Oh dear!

"Make sure not to hurt her as well," Uiharu said, while delivering a perfect demonstration of the most famous pose from Marilyn Monroe. Nobody could quite say where the gust of wind was coming from, and the skirt was completely the wrong sort to billow up like this. But there you go.

And thus an army of some of the most dangerous and determined people rose to the challenge. Little realising the sheer scale of difficulty that would be involved.

"They've found her!"

Uiharu hadn't even had time to blink. That was fast. Goes to show what having a massive crowd of fans on your side can get you.

"Uh... Ask her if she knows anything about this?"

"It seems unlikely they'll be able to do that," her boss said. "Apparently she's too cute, and the words won't form properly."


  1. Fanservice vs Cuteness (and licking), what will prevail?
  2. Misaka has the phone taken away by Touma. Again.
  3. Saten discovers a sudden influx of Exp from Touma resetting Misaka’s boobs.
  4. Misaki tries to think of a way to take advantage of Index’s extreme cuteness.
  5. Something else

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