Story: Anime Bimbo outbreak

This isn't a thing that they normally do. Bringing people to the future from the past is restricted, heavily, for reasons that should be fairly obvious. They would see things they were not meant to see. Removing them from the past could have all manner of knockon effects.

However, something was already interfering with the past. Therefore, such matters were not as important as usual. Nonetheless they had to be cautious here. The only person allowed in here, with Motoko, was Mikuru Asahina herself.

"Subject appears to be engaged in sword fighting training," Mikuru observed. Indeed, the bimbo in front of her was doing some rather strenuous training with a kendo stick against a highly advanced training dummy that was turning to block and poke at her. While this wasn't an area Mikuru understood that well, she could tell that this girl was extremely talented at kendo.

She was moving gracefully, and with remarkable power. While this girl was a bit of an airhead, and had a body that many women would kill to have, there could be no mistaking her athletic prowess. Her power matched her beauty stride for stride, and with legs like those each stride was itself a work of art.

The astounding thing was, she could tell that Motoko was holding back. Not using her full strength, focusing on the grace and the style rather than the striking power. Still, sweat was trickling down her skin, her flawless skin that made it gleam even more in the light.

"There, done!" Motoko said, wiping her forehead. Mikuru blinked in confusion, then turned to look at the training dummy... and noticed that all of the protrusions had taken on a much more phallic shape than they were supposed to have. Motoko hadn't just been parrying them. She'd been carving them.

That was kind of scary, she had to admit.

Asahina coughed into her hand. "Pardon me, would it be alright if I asked you a few questions?"

"I dunno," Motoko said. "Why wouldn't it? Are you, like, shy? A cute thing like you totally shouldn't be shy."

"I-It's not that I'm shy!" Mikuru cutely stomped her foot. Oooh! She was an adult now, she wasn't like the way she was when she was back in the SOS Brigade. "I'm trying to be responsible and reasonable."

"I see," Motoko said, nodding along. She straightened herself up. Then stepped forward and leaned against the window separating them, pushing her enormous breasts up against the glass. "It's weird. I wanna be responsible and reasonable too, but that also sounds, like, super dull."

"Don't worry," Asahina said. "We're looking into what made you this way. We'll undo it, then have you living your normal life in, like, no time at all."

Neither girl noticed the 'like' slip in there. Yes, indeed, future Asahina was becoming a bit of an airhead herself - well, more so - because of the changes to her own past self. Not that she'd noticed quite yet.

"Alright, so when did you first feel these bimbo tendencies?" Mikuru asked, clicking her pen and preparing her notepad.

"Um, well," Mootko said, and absently started twirling her hair around. "I guess it was that time I first saw Kei-chan in the bath, but I repressed it super duper hard and - Ow!"

"Sorry!" Mikuru said, bowing deeply. "I had to distract you so that we could draw blood, you're so strong you'd have destroyed the syringe the second you noticed it."

A blood sample was exactly the thing they needed to start off with. If there was something causing women to become ditzy sexy airheads, then it was surely changing their blood chemistry in some way.

"Mean!" Motoko sniffed. But after a moment she seemed to calm down. "Say, is there a boy you like?"

A boy she liked? What a question to ask at a time like this. Still though, Mikuru's eyes misted over. "Yes, there was a boy I liked once," she said. "He was cute. A bit sarcastic. Smarter than he let on..."

"Sounds like a dish," Motoko sighed. "I've got this huuuuge crush on a boy, but he's super into someone else. He's a bit of a dork, and sooo clumsy, but it's totes adorable."

"Sounds dreamy..." Mikuru sighed wistfully, her mind taking her back to those carefree days... Well, actually they weren't really carefree. She was stressed as hell because it was her first mission. And what a mission to be sent on. Haruhi Suzumiya was a force of nature both metaphorically and literally. Having to deal with her was fun, looking back, though she did have issues with it. At the time.

If not for Kyon, she'd have gone insane. That boy always looked out for her.

"Tell me about your boy some more," Motoko said.

"So helpful," Mikuru sighed. "So kind. So hard working and diligent... The things he had to put up with because of us."

He complained, of course. He always managed to pull through, though. He understood the stakes better than any of them. Actually, in retrospect probably less, but it felt like more at the time.

While this particular chain of thought was passing through her pretty head, Mikuru was absently tapping away at a console, trying to get the machine to analyse Motoko's bimbo blood. Perhaps it was down to the fact that her past self had already been a little bit bimbo'd up. Perhaps it was nostalgia, yearning for better days.

Either way she really should have been paying more attention, otherwise she might have stopped before she created a giggling pink abomination of a glittering hellbeast right there in the lab.

Mikuru stared at the creature for a moment. She stayed quiet. It inspected its claws, as if inspecting a new manicure. It smiled. It had rows of glittering pretty teeth that went allll the way back. A nervous gulp over took her. Weapons. She didn't have any. She wasn't a great shot anyway, her talent had always been with people rather than fighting. So.

"Eep!" she went.

"Like, hi there!" the creature said, then giggled. "I'ma eatcha!"

"Please don't," Mikuru pleaded.

"Uh, I'm totally gonna eatcha." Then the creature - apparently also a bimbo - smiled widely.

Oh my goodness those were a lot of teeth.

The first pounce, she was lucky and tripped, landing on her butt. The creature landed on the opposite wall, and let out a looooong nasty looking tongue. It giggled incoherently, but had its eyes firmly fixated on Mikuru, and so, she ran for the door - only to get her ankle snagged by the tongue.

All in all it was not a good day to be her.

"I'ma eatch!" the bimbo monster called out.

"Nooooo!" Mikuru cried, struggling to pull herself free but having absolutely no luck. "I definitely do not want to be eaten by a bimbo monster!"

"Aw, 'at's a shame!" the monster said, not quite able to speak properly because its tongue was currently reeling Mikuru in like a fish from the sea. "Cause 'at's happening anyway!"

In a fit of desperation, Mikuru did the only thing she could under the circumstances, and slammed her fist into a button she honestly had not intended to press. That being the button that opened the window between her side of the room and Motoko's.

"Shame Cutting Sword!" Motoko suddenly called out, and a burst of glittery wind ripped over Mikuru's head, striking the bimbo monster and causing it to explode in a shower of glittering sparkles. It was really, really pretty. "Hrmph! Stupid ugly monster, scaring my pretty friend. You okay?"

"I'm... I'm fine," Mikuru said, looking at her shaking hand. "That was quite a bit more intense than I was expecting."

"Aw, it's fine," Motoko said, brushing her hand through Mikuru's hair. "I know what'll make you feel better. Let's make out!"

1. Future Asahina and Motoko do, indeed, make out.
2. Back in the past, the SOS brigade parody a zombie apocalypse high school drama
3. A certain magical organisation attempts to put Japan under lockdown to prevent things from going further.
4. Another anime series gets introduced to the bimbo plague.
5. Something else