Sunday, 24 May 2020

Story: Curvy Motoko


For as long as she could remember, Motoko had been absolutely terrified of her sister. For good reason. Her fighting ability was second to none. She represented a level that could never be accomplished. A mountain too high to climb. An ocean too wide to be crossed. An insurmountable goal that would forever loom over her, like an infinitely stretching out shadow.

Even marriage hadn’t made her skills any less fearsome, which made it all the more frustrating that she had given up the role of the clan heir for such a thing. If not for family tradition she would still, rightfully, be in that very role. Instead it fell to Motoko by default, which is hardly any way for someone with pride to earn anything.

Then again, one could hardly call this a victory either.

"Noooo, I don't want to be a horny bimbo!"

Motoko pushed her sister aside and ran out of the room, frustrated at how damned <i>easy</i> that had been. Her sister would have never ever fallen over in such a clumsy manner after a mere shove! She wouldn't have even allowed for the shove to hit her in the first place, and even if she had then Motoko would be the one pushed back instead!

It was those boobs that had done it. They had sucked up her talent as well as turning her brain to mush. Well. She wouldn't let it happen. She wouldn't let it happen to her!

Now, she said that, but trying to flee like this was actually turning her on. A lot. Paradoxically, that realisation was making her run all the faster. Don't focus on that. Don't focus on the way your breasts are bouncing in front of you, or how each step sends a shock wave of sensation right into your nipples. Concentrate on who can help you. An elder from the clan? Perhaps if she sought someone more knowledgeable in magic? There were certainly benevolent magi that she was aware of -

Here's a hard and fast rule that you can easily live by. When you're running at full speed, pay attention to where you're going or you will bump into something.

"Oof! Hi Motoko!"

Or someone. Like say a somewhat dim but friendly young man that she felt an odd sort of attraction towards. The kind which was confusing to her and hard to explain even to herself so she had tried to ignore it as much as possible.

"U-Urashima!" she said, pushing him away. Not with her hands though. For some reason she'd used her breasts to bounce him back. "Ah! Do not look at me in this condition!"

It might be hard to believe, but until this point Keitaro had been pretty much oblivious to what was going on. Yes, really. Perverted happenings were going on at the Hinata dorms, and Keitaro Urashima was mostly absent. Such a thing could only be called a miracle.

Then again you could also call Motoko's brand new body a miracle as well. Motoko trembled as she watched his eyes take her in for the first time, tracing her curves, appreciating the beauty in her mysteriously transformed body. She gulped nervously, uncertain of whether she should run or stay. In a moment he would fall into total lust with her. A perverted boy - no, any boy... anyone would have the same reaction as soon as they saw this appearance. She was a walking, breathing masterpiece of sex appeal, there was no way he could have any other response than uncontrollable arousal.

So she <i>should</i> flee. To protect his sanity. To protect her chastity. And yet, there was a small part of her mind whispering to her, 'open your robes a little more, then everything you <i>really</i> want will be all yours'.

That whispering part of her was somehow strong enough to keep her rooted to the spot. She broke eye contact and looked at him. In that t-shirt. In those shorts. He was quite a bit healthier and well built than you might think if you only saw his face. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, using this body to have a <i>little</i> fun...?

"Hey Motoko! It's not like you to run in the hall. Is everything alright?"

Huh? What was she thinking just now? Giving in? That was not how her family was! They didn't give in that easily! If Keitaro Urashima could resist the overwhelming supernatural lustful effect of this body, then so could she!

...

Mmm, the fact that he was resisting her made him even more attractive-  focus, girl! Focus!

"Nothing that you can help with," Motoko said. Actually, his presence was making things quite hard - make that difficult for her. "If you will excuse me -"

"Hey now!" Urashima said, grabbing her arm as she tried to flee. "What kind of landlord would I be if I didn't hear my tenants out when they're in trouble?"

Cynics the world over suddenly had the same thought in response to that question: A typical one.

More to the point though, this was where the miracle apparently ceased. It was as though the universe had suddenly realised its error in keeping Keitaro from having a perverted incident, or perhaps it could be described like a pressure cooker getting its latch blocked mid-use?

It appeared that someone had lost a piece of soap, probably dropping it when they had left the bathhouse area. Said piece of soap just so happened to be located beneath Keitaro’s right foot when he stepped forward and grabbed Motoko’s arm. And well, the rest is history.

Would you like to take bets on their position? Is it hell's marshmallow, extra curvy edition? Did he pull open her robes and somehow wind up with his hands on her butt? Is his face trapped between her thighs? Did they land in a clothed simulation of the doggy style position?

Well, in a moment that would make even Yuki Rito... Proud? Is that the emotion he'd feel? Probably not, but let's go with pride. In any event, somehow, some way, the two of them wound up crotch to face on the floor. Yes, really. The infamous 69 position, after slipping on a piece of soap. Try not to do any diagrams figuring out how that happened by accident, you'd probably have better luck working out a unifying theory behind all physics.

“Ufffhh..” And there went Keitaro, making muffled sounds of confusion and apology, right into a certain young woman’s crotch.

"Mmmmf♥!" that same young woman went, which could be taken as 'don't mention it, please continue'. Before she even knew what was happening Motoko had already used her teeth to undo the top button on Keitaro's shorts. Another two and she could claim her prize♥!

...

She pushed him off and took several deep breaths. That was close! She'd almost given in! So shameful, letting something like that get to her!

"Hey, you really must need help," Urashima said. "You've not even tried to hit me after I saw your panties.”

Guuuuh, she was turning beet red after a comment like that! Sh-She ought to punish him for seeing such a thing, but weirdly it almost didn't bother her either. Also, she wanted to beg him to stop showing concern for her well being because - because it was making her so <i>wet for him</i> that she couldn't even pretend this was anything other than a crush.

Motoko turned around, and then Keitaro pushed his forehead gently up against hers. Ah! Aha! Ah! This was somehow worse than before! H-His face was too close to hers! Far too close!

"Hrm, I thought you might have a fever, but the only thing hot is your-" he began, but then trailed off. "Never mind."

"D-don't you see anything wrong here?" Motoko mumbled. "Don't you notice anything different about me today?"

"Anything different?" Keitaro said. He frowned. "My father always says, when a woman says that it's because she's fishing for a compliment, but I don't see anything different, you're as pretty as you always are."

That was it, a killing blow, this wasn't a crush, she wanted to bear his children.

“Did you get a new haircut?” He asked, tilting his head and giving her a once over. "Hrm, no. That looks the same. Your clothes look the same as always too, and you're not wearing any jewellry..."

Oh dear, it seemed as though the future father of her children was a complete idiot. He didn't see it? He didn't notice the very obvious change to her figure? Surely he must - but what if he couldn't? Perhaps his perception of it was distorted in some way so that he couldn't notice the <i>extremely bleeding obvious</i> right in front of him?

Or maybe he was being polite and pretending not to notice? That was also possible.

"Is it some sort of new training regimen?" Keitaro asked. "I mean, your gait was a bit different to normal."

It was impossible to say for sure. But how to demonstrate it for him? Telling him didn't feel like it might work. She had to approach this carefully in any event: It would be a good way to figure out a little bit more about what was happening to her. Mooko ran through a number of strategies, trying to determine the one that would yield the most fruitful information. Perhaps she should walk up to him, grab his hands and force him to fondle her melons until he had gotten a proper grasp of her new titty size?

No, even that might not be enough! In which case there was only one option available to her, one that would guarantee this idiot understood exactly how slamming hot she had become!

"Take a look at this!" Motoko said, and dumped her robe to the floor, letting Keitaro get a nice big eyeful. She stuck out her tongue as a strange feeling of bliss overtook her. Ahhh, so nice! So satisfying! She did a little turn in place to make sure he got it all. "This is what's different," she continued. "My body is the sexiest thing you've ever laid eyes on!"

"Oh, I guess that is different," Keitaro said, nodding his head. "Now, if you'll pardon me one moment Motoko, I have to head off to the bathroom, I'll be right back."

He walked off with a weird straight legged stagger for reasons that utterly baffled Motoko.

"W-Wait one moment Urashima! Your bladder can wait! Aren't you going to help me?!"

"Grk!" Urashima yelped. "S-Sure, just wait right here and - and put your robe back on please. Maybe find a blindfold for me as well...?"

A blindfold...? Motoko herself staggered a little bit, then stopped and looked down, suddenly realising that she'd taken off her robe out of her own free will.

"Urashima!" she yelled, and then dropkicked Keitaro Urashima into the horizon.


  1. Motoko actually manages to leave and find help.
  2. Motoko is found by her fellow dorm-mates, who won't let her leave.
  3. Back with Naru and Mitsune...
  4. Tsuroko finds Naru and Mitsune
  5. Something else

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