Ah, this was a nice dream that Kuroko was having. She was sitting in her bed, with a nice healthy pair of tits, while her Onee-sama was cleaning their room while wearing a revealing maid outfit and her chest was also big and bouncy and - Yes, this had to be a dream. Surely it must. Because! Because if this was reality! Then Kuroko was sure that she would burst from excitement!
"Eh... Kuroko, why was I wearing this again?" Misaka asked. "And why aren't you helping me clean?"
"Give them commands," a pink haired bitch sitting in the corner of the room said. Or didn't say, because she was not actually sitting there, and even if she was Kuroko and Misaka were meant to ignore, yet also obey her big perfect bouncing titties. "Give her breasts commands, let's see what happens."
"Jiggle for me," Kuroko said, staring right at Misaka's chest. Ignoring the Railgun's question to focus on making the dream bend to her desires. Sure enough, while Misaka was sweeping the floor in between their beds, her breasts began to vibrate. Not much. How to put it... If you were to imagine a bowl of jelly in an especially violent earthquake to be a ten on the jiggle scale, then this would be about a 4. They were jiggling, but only to the point it was noticeable.
"H-Hey, cut that out!" Misaka said, reflexively grabbing at her own chest and then letting out a moan that was, to Kuroko's ears, exactly the sort of sound she wanted to hear but knew she would never lure out of her sweet Onee-sama.
If Kuroko had known that dreams could be so fun, she would have studied up on lucid dreaming long ago. Though oddly enough, she couldn’t quite remember when she had learnt to lucid dream like this. "Hrm... it must be a secondary Esper power of some sort that I've developed. Such a thing should not be possible, but... Have I gained the mysterious ability to control breasts?"
"You having that kind of power is a nightmare!" Misaka said. Which seemed a touch uncalled for, as far as Kuroko was concerned.
"Have no fear, onee sama," Kuroko said. "I will use this power responsibly."
The bouncing of Misaka's breasts became a little more violent. Then a lot more violent. As for Misaka herself, she bit her lip and tried really, really hard not to moan. It was not just the jiggling, rather it felt like invisible hands were groping her chest. Not helped by how <i>sensitive</i> her tits had become for some reason.
"Th-this is your idea of responsible?" Misaka yelled, but was unable to stop herself from sinking to her knees and letting out an extremely erotic moean.
"But of course, onee-sama!" Kuroko said, reaching out to caress Misaka's cheek. "If I have acquired a new esper power, it is responsible to test out its limits within a safe environment."
"These aren't exactly laboratory conditions!" Misaka yelled.
"Which is why we have to be extra thorough!" Kuroko said. "Alright, so it seems as though I can control the sensation of your breasts, and the size of your breasts. I wonder if I can set conditionals? For example, if Misaka rejects my skinship, she feels really bad, while if she accepts my skinship she feels really, really good!"
"Idiot, I can manipulate my own electrical impulses to -" Misaka countered, and then Kuroko teleported behind her, tackling Misaka - and for her trouble getting a blast of electricity that sent her flying. "Cut that - Gurgh!"
Misaka had reflexively grabbed at her own chest, just then. A sly expression fell upon Kuroko's features. Now, she could easily teleport over there to seal the deal, but...
"She's not your Onee sama anymore," the pink haired bitch said. Or didn't, as she wasn't actually there. "She's your jiggle slut."
"Jiggle... slut..." Kuroko whispered to herself.
"That's right," the pink haired bitch continued, or rather didn't because etc. "But it'll be much more fun to make her want it. Make her need it. Break her in. Teach her what her rightful place in this world is. Maybe then she won't be so rude in future."
"I could show that ape what he's missing," Kuroko continued, fiddling with the buttons on her blouse. "Make him understand that she is mine."
"K-Kuroko, what crazy ideas do you have in your... In your..." Misaka began, but trailed off as her eyes fell upon Kuroko's heaving chest. Now naked, directly in front of her face. "In your...."
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Oh, this was so much more fun than she'd been expecting. Hah! Seeing that snotty interfering flat chested idiot getting her comeuppance was so intensely satisfying. And you couldn't even call what she was doing all that vindictive either. I mean, giving both her and her friend giant hypnotits was hardly a bad thing. In fact, it was the very best gift that she could think of giving!
The very best part was coming along now. Watching as Misaka learned the joy of tits. Having them. Sharing them. That teleporter girl had just the perfect mind for teaching her all sorts of <i>fun</i> tricks. Why, she could probably come up with ways to use these hypno-titties that even Chibi-Usa couldn’t, given some of the magazines she had found while casually checking the room.
Right now, Misaka's head was slowly sinking, inching closer and closer towards Kuroko's chest. Within a few moments her head would be submerged within fleshy cleavage, and her mind would go fizzle, and then -
The door slammed open. Chibi-Usa jumped to her feet, and found an extremely serious looking woman standing there, wearing those kind of glasses that reflected all light from the outside.
“What kind of ruckus-” there was a quick intake of breath before a scowl appeared on the woman’s face. “Shirai, Misaka, what do you think you are doing? Improper conduct in the dormitory is not permitted.”
Oh darn, this could be problematic. Chibi-Usa stood up, flicked her top apart to let the girls fly free.
"Look, why don't you leave us be? We're not hurting anyone," she said, letting the dorm supervisor get a good look at her magnificent hypnotic tits. "Please forget what you've seen here and - "
Then she felt a sharp pressure to the back of her neck, and fell to the floor. Completely ignored! Impossible! Unless she was blind, titnosis never failed! 21st Century people were truly scary beyond belief!
"A lewd intruder with an unknown esper power, using it for perverted purposes," the dorm supervisor said while Chibi-Usa lay face down on the floor. Impressive considering her bust size, but she simply couldn't move at all right now. Not even to roll over. Terrifying!
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It had occurred to Naru that she didn't really know her new party member all that well. For that reason, she was currently in the middle of spending a lot of time with her. Getting to know her. Getting to understand her. Learning her backstory, her quirks, her outlook on life. Who exactly <i>is</i> Kirino Ootori?
"My family are all ninja," Kirino said in between moans, while Naru was giving her a deep, thorough massage. Using only her tits. Right now, she was rubbing them up the smaller girl's legs. "We have a deep and secret tradition that goes back before recorded history."
"That sounds very interesting," Naru said. "Um, won't you get in trouble for telling me about it?"
"Oh, yes. Lots of trouble," Kirino said. "But it's a small price to pay for feeling so gooooood!"
Oooh, that moan. Something about her voice was just... amazing. It was like this girl was made to sing. The harmony, the melody, even in that short note was truly sublime! Although, the very first thing that Kirino had actually talked about was the boy that she liked. A pervert with a heart of gold by the name of Hachibi Maeda who apparently also liked a whole lot of other girls for their 'parts'. Weird.
Well, if they were happy who was she to complain? Besides, if he did get out of line she could easily punish him for anything bad that he did, even without having to use her hypnotits.
Alas, the titty massage would have to wait, for Koneko and Index barged into the room right at that moment. Naru gave them a warm smile, which Index returned (while eating a slice of bread. Did that girl's stomach have no bottom?) while Koneko stayed her usual resolute self.
"We've found them," Index said. Then resumed eating.
"Found them?" Naru asked. "Found who?"
"The head of the bad guys," Koneko said.
"Oh, that's nice," Naru said, then resumed rubbing her tits up Kirino's back for a good ten seconds before the meaning of that sunk in. "Wait, what?! You found them?! How?"
"Devil," Koneko said, pointing at herself. Then she pointed at Index. "Eidetic memory, that has memorised 103.000 books on ancient magic."
That was not a hard calculus to follow. While Koneko didn't have all that strong a magical ability for Devils, that probably didn't matter all that much when you consider that your average Devil had much stronger magical ability than a decently powerful mage. So, combine that level of knowledge with that kind of magical ability... Gosh, they actually were a pretty devastating team when you put it that way.
"It's so good to see the two of you working together," Naru said. "I was worried for a while there that you simply would not get on no matter what."
Index gulped down her bread. "Well, I still don't trust Devils. They always have their own agenda, and are ruled by their emotions a lot easier than people are." Which said a lot. "But then my tits made a good pont, she's almost certainly trying to put a stop to the bad guys, so for now we should work together."
"And make out," Koneko said. Which Index agreed to. "It is very important that we make out often."
As if to prove that point the two of them turned towards each other and engaged in a big, sloppy makeout which involved pushing their tits into each other as much as possible. Naru didn't find anything weird about any of that, do note. Not the fact that they were making out like this, nor the fact that Index's tits had been giving her advice. It all seemed perfectly above board for her.
"Alright then! We need to launch a major offensive!" Naru declared triumphantly. "We'll head to the enemy's base -"
"Then get captured by the many guards they have and spells shielding the place," Index said, interrupting her makeout session very briefly to warn of that.
“.. Point.. We are kind of outnumbered if the bad guys can just throw Youma out like nothing..” Naru said, wondering how the Senshi had dealt with their own enemies in the past. Perhaps some big magic purification spell from Sailor Moon? Not that it mattered, they didn’t have anything like that. What should they do next?
- Backup. Lots and lots of backup. Call their friends in!
- Recruit a fifth member, obviously.
- An alliance with the Sailor Scouts!
- A less conventional approach might work. How about they pick off the enemy one at a time to subvert them to their cause?
- Something else
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