Patreon Stories - November

 

Level Upper Ataru

There are several variations of ways to express the same point. The dog chased the car not knowing what to do if it caught up. Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it. Dreams are dreams for a reason, they rarely match up to reality.

And so, we turn our attention to Ataru Moroboshi, who had long since desired a harem. For some reason. Let's be real guys, this is a really bad thing to want. Ever been in one relationship, with one other person? Isn't that complicated and messy enough? You want to throw more people in there? Why do you hate yourself so much as to inflict that upon yourself?

Or are you like Ataru and only thinking of all the sexy side of that arrangement, and none of the downside? In that case, you're an idiot. Or too much of a pervert to think past the end of your own genitals. Whichever it is, let us demonstrate to you why Ataru had unknowingly constructed his own personal hell. Where he was still going to get lots of sex, but still suffer a lot to get it. Some might call that a fair trade off, but - we'll see.

For the time being he was walking to school with Lum clinging to him like she'd been super glued to his arm. He'd have better luck shaking off a giant limpet.

Still, that would note keep him from his favourite hobby. Ataru looked across the street to see two babes talking to each other, exactly his type, the very sort that he would always hit on at the first opportunity -

"Hey Lum, your hair smells nice today, new shampoo?"

Only to hit on Lum instead. It took him a moment to realise what had happened. Shinobu had mentioned that randomly going up to girls and asking them out was weird, and now that he thought about it, they very obviously didn't want a boy they didn't know to hit on them right now. On the other hand, Lum did want him to hit on her. So.. he had. Almost reflexively.

That... was probably a bad thing. Panic set in. Was that how it would be from now on? He'd only be able to hit on lum and maybe Shinobu? But he liked running around and hitting on girls, asking them for their phone numbers! How else was he supposed to let them know how pretty they were?

All of a sudden, a very large and expensive looking horse drawn carriage pulled up next to them, taking equal speed to their walking pace. The tinted window opened, and Ryoko Mendo peered out at them, pretty as ever, but wicked as sin.

"Lord Morobosi. Princess Lum Invader. Fancy meeting you here on my first day to my new school, Tomobiki High. Oh goodness, you also happen to attend it, do you not? How fortuitous."

"Ah? You're going to be at our school from now on too?" Lum asked, clearly sensing trouble on the horizon. Which, to be fair, was not exactly an unsafe bet when in Tomobiki, and especially around Ataru, and triply around Ryoko. Who seemed to love causing problems for people, mostly her brother.

"Since we're all travelling in the same direction, and I would like to reinforce friendships at my new school, why don't you two hop in?" Ryoko offered. Then, without waiting, she snapped her fingers and a group of ninja bundled Ataru and Lum inside the carriage, where they found a quite spacious carriage with seats so comfortable it should be illegal, and Ryoko wearing a version of Tomobiki's girls uniform that looked like it was made of the sort of fabric where one of the sleeves would bankrupt the school.

"Ah, how generous of you -" Ataru began, only to be interrupted by Lum before he could successfully hit on Ryoko, who he had already determined did indeed want to be hit on.

"What's brought this on all of a sudden, tch?" Lum asked, clinging snugly onto Ataru. "Changing schools like this all of a sudden... You're planning something, aintcha?"


"Of course," Ryoko said, which was much more honest than Ataru had been predicting. "A Mendo is always planning and scheming. It is why we are so wealthy. In this case, I desired a more comprehensive look at romantic entanglements, and my girls only school would not permit the kind of relationships I sought. To that end -"

Again, she snapped her fingers, and this time the ninja brought her a notebook, laying it on her lap, with a golden trimmed pen left dangling in her fingers.

"So, what do the lower classes do on dates?" Ryoko asked. "Spare no details, the hobbies and tendencies of the lower classes are truly fascinating to me."

“Besides making out?” Ataru said.

“Making out?” Ryoko said, “Hmmm so the lower classes like to do this ‘Making out’ thing and-” One of the ninjas whispered into her ear. “Ah. I see, very cute Lord Moroboshi. Your focus and drive is quite fascinating to behold, so dedicated to a singular purpose.”

"I'm the only one that Darling is allowed to make out with," Lum stuck out her tongue and hugged onto him defensively. "Find another boy."

"I'm sure that someone as pretty and smart as Ryoko will have no trouble finding a nice boyfriend," Ataru said. Ah? What was this? He complimented her appearance without perving on her when he said that. "I'm sure any boy would be lucky to have her as their girlfriend." Like him! He should be trying to - What was he doing?!

Flirting with a modicum of tact. You can see why he was horrified.

"But of course, I am a Mendo after all," Ryoko flicked her hair back, but a faint tinge of red was on her cheeks despite her attitude and words.  A hint of red that Ataru’s expert flirting level was able to pick up on without even thinking. "It's only natural that the opposite sex would flock to us, but one must be choosy and picky when in such high demand."

"Of course," Ataru nodded. "I'm sure Lum understands that as well, don't you?"

And now she was blushing too. Did he just compliment Lum? A sincere and genuine compliment, referencing the fact that she makes guys go nuts over her? Right about now Ataru really could do with a nice hole to crawl into so he could hide for a few lifetimes.

Suddenly, Ryoko grabbed his hands. "Lord Moroboshi, you are the only one I can rely upon," Ryoko said. "To adjust to this new life, I shall need a mentor. My brother is always saying that you are the most common of the common - but I believe this to be a benefit and not a curse. You, and you alone, can teach me the best way to make friends at this school."

Of course, Lum didn't take to that too kindly, and no amount of flirtation was going to calm this catfight down. "Darling is my fiancee, it's not right for him to date other girls!" Lum protested.

"Oh, date him? No, no. I merely wished to spend time with him. Alone. At the theatre, at a high class restaurant, on a luxury cruise liner where we were the only passengers, you could hardly call those 'dates'."

Cue... Well, not an argument per se. More like Ryoko was toying with Lum, playing it aloof while Lum tried to start an argument. One was left with the impression that at any time she wanted Ryoko could cut Lum down with her words, while Lum might pull the entire Mendo estate to the moon later on just to blow off some steam.

Luckily, this was not a hell that Ataru had to stay in for long as the carriage arrived at school, and the two girls were too busy with each other to notice him slipping out. Gosh, that was tense! Almost like, say, having a romantic relationship with two people at once was a really stupid fucking idea because of a little known human emotion called 'envy'. Among other reasons.

In any event, he made a beeline away, eager for the chance to actually hit on some cute girls -

“Ataru! There you are!” Shinobu marched forward, her fists clenched and several students giving her a wide berth. She grabbed Ataru’s wrist with the force of an alligator latching onto a steak.

“Shinobu?” Ataru said, sounding confused.

“Sorry Lum, I have to give this idiot a piece of my mind.” Shinobu said apologetically to Lum, who only half way noticed Shinobu thanks to the passive aggressive posturing she was engaging with Ryoko, before dragging Ataru away. Not even giving his feet time to touch the ground.

"Keep him out of trouble, Shinobu!" Lum called out, not quite registering who she was talking to. "Now listen here, I don't know what you're up to -"

"Which is my problem because...?" Ryoko interrupted. The rest of the argument went unheard by Ataru, who shortly found himself hauled off to the gym's storage shed, which Shinobu had been entrusted a key to because she was a good student who didn't usually cause trouble.

Once they were alone, Shinobu gave him a piece of her mind. Which largely involved pinning him to a mat and starting to engage with the lower classes favorite dating activity. While one hand kept him down on the shoulder the other one was used to pull Ataru’s hand under her blouse to give him a brief feel of her chest. Her hips ground against his chest and her tongue was being shoved so deep down Ataru’s throat that he was worried he might run out of oxygen.

Though it did provide her with enough of a distraction that she was able to pick his pocket, extract the Level Upper and then split off from him right when things were getting good.

"Oh wow, your level is this high already?!" Shinobu gasped. "You dog, what did you do to her last night, and why didn't you do it to me?"

"Darling? Did I see you and Shinobu go in there?" a voice called from outside, and the door opened in the next instant revealing a pretty pink haired girl by the name of Ran. "Oh, is that a Level Upper?" she asked, pointing to the device still clutched in Shinobu's grip. The fool! Why didn't she try to hide it?! "Oh, that's adorable. Those things are such fun to play with. It's a shame they only give such a small amount when you max out your level."

“Small?” Ataru said. That didn't seem to fit what he'd experienced so far.

Ran nodded, “Yeah they’re pretty fun for parties, but like being max leveled ping pong or something like that won’t make you like a champion.” Ran then smiled slyly. “Speaking of parties!” She latched onto Ataru’s arm, “I remember the date we had, and I’ve been thinking about it a lot Darling.”

Once, Shinobu would have been pissed at this, now she just rolled her eyes at Ataru’s antics. <b>of course</b> he had dated Ran on the side. She passed him back the Level Upper, and then  -

"Well, I've been thinking about it too, it was completely unforgettable," Ataru said.  Ran tittered excitedly. "So, if I was Level 100 at playing a game with this thing...?"

“You’d probably increase your win by a few percentages? I got one as a joke gift once and all it did was make my <i>bitch of a mo-</i> err I mean not much at all. Tee hee.”

That didn't fit. That didn't fit at all. Maybe... maybe this thing worked differently for humans, for some reason? Perhaps it tapped into human potential, or some bullshit like that? You do see things like that all the time in sci-fi and fantasy stories, right? Human potential overcoming the biggest trials. Maybe it was something like that?

Nah, it was more likely the opposite, that humans had such a low ceiling normally that it made the device overcharge or something. Still, that was kind of interesting... and made it so he didn't even have to hide it from Lum so carefully as he thought he had to. If it wasn't a big deal in outer space, then...

"Darling!" speak of the devil, literally if you go by some ways to translate ‘Oni’! "You'd better not have been hitting on these two again!"

"And what if he was? Jealous?" Ran teased. "Oh my, trouble in paradise? I'm sure that he'd have more fun with me than he ever would with you!"

"Smart," Shinobu grumbled. "Taunt the alien with the power to fry you at a hundred paces."

"Ordinary earth girls should keep their BORING MOUTHS SHUT, teehee!" Ran glowered at Shinobu, who glowered right back, and then Lum got in on that action and for good measure Ryoko was watching from a little further back taking notes quite furiously.

Uh? Huh? What was this? What was going on around here? Something felt really weird about this situation. There was this tension in the air that he'd never felt before, and it felt like he was smack dab in the middle of it. Like a swirling vortex had opened up all around him, and he was unable to escape no matter where he turned. What was this pressure? What was this awful feeling?!

It was the feeling of getting exactly what you wanted. Welcome to hell, Ataru. Where your every wish is catered for, so that it may turn to ashes in your mouth.

Rei Swarm (side story)

Misato Katsuragi was running through the corridors of the Geofront as if she was fleeing from hell itself. The last thing she remembered clearly was being in the office helping Rei and Ritsuko with something... Something weird. Something to do with Rei's burgeoning lesbian tendencies? After that the only thing she remembered was -

Ass. Ass. So much ass. Mountains of ass. Heaps of ass. Too much ass to be reckoned with. Somehow, she had managed to escape all of that ass, and her instincts began to scream at her one simple truth.

Shinji and Asuka were in danger.

Call it maternal instinct. Though she didn't have any children of her own, she viewed those two as hers anyway. As for Rei... She wasn't exactly in danger? That was the feeling Misato had for some reason. As such, she had to find them. Had to find those two. Then escape the Geofront and regroup.

Except, something was strange. It wasn't the fact that she was only wearing a string bikini, thong and high heels, that was perfectly within acceptable parameters. No. The weird thing was that she was completely alone. There was no sign of anyone in this massive facility. The silence was deafening. Each footstep she made sounded like a thunderbolt. Her breathing was at normal levels, but the echo from it was honestly disconcerting.

"Where is everyone?" Misato asked, slowing down for a bit as she wondered why, exactly, she was running so quickly. There wasn't anyone after her... Then she immediately resumed again as the creeping horror settled in. The fact there was nobody here in a facility this large was reason enough for her to keep on the move. An evacuation? Perhaps an Angel had teleported everyone out of the facility except for her?

Or the more horrifying thought. She was the one isolated in a pocket dimension. All by herself. In which case any course of action she would take is bound to be disastrous. In accordance with the game theory notion of a dominant strategy, this meant her best decision available was to run like buggery.

"He~ey Misato!" Rei called out, suddenly appearing further down the corridor, rushing towards her while wearing what amounted to jogging clothes. If one were to go out jogging expressly for the purpose of giving erections to every man you went by. Had Rei's breasts always been so large? The t-shirt she was wearing was quite voluminous, and those shorts left nothing at all to the imagination. Even Misato's thong might not paint such a vivid picture of her ass! "Out for a morning jo~og?"

For reasons she ill understood, Misato immediately put on the brakes and darted off at the intersection. Going anywhere near Rei felt like a really, really bad idea right now. She couldn't explain it, but there it was. She was dimly aware of her turning down the same intersection, the blue haired girl making feather light skips and frolicking down the corridor playfully as if playing a game.

"This is a good routine to have," Rei said, or rather shouted from a ways back. Misato risked a glimpse back, and saw the girl pout and lick her lips as if looking at a juicy, tasty steak instead of a human woman. "It keeps your body... sexy."

"But I think we can make it sexier!" said another Rei inexplicably directly in Misato's path. Ah! Too close! Where did that one come from?! Misato couldn't stop in time and ran right into her and then - OooOoHoOooH! The girl sort of... disappeared into Misato's body. Almost as if she'd been... absorbed somehow? What? What was this? Misato looked down at herself and found her breasts bigger, much bigger than before and - ahhhh, the thong had wedged itself even deeper into her crack!

No time to think about that! Letting Rei catch her was a ba~ad thing, though an extra sound had already been added to her thunderous footsteps. The sound of her own cheeks clapping away behind her. There was no doubt about it. She'd put on weight after running into that Rei. Though, that wasn't the weirdest thing about this. Nor was the idea that she'd somehow just... added that Rei's mass to her own.

It was the fact that this... felt normal somehow. As in, the fact that this could happen was something Misato knew quite well.

"Oh dear, you're going to have to work a bit harder than that to take off the pounds!" the jogging Rei behind her called out, putting a little erotic moan at the end. Ahhh, Misato wanted to clench her own thighs for some reason, an intense wave of arousal was crashing through her!  "I know a few fun exercises you can try, if you'd let me catch up with you!"

Misato found it inside herself to run all that much faster. Luckily this place was built like a maze, and with no sign of anyone in the corridors it was much easier for her to blast down at full pelt, with the only concern she had being that the sound of her own cheeks slapping into one another over and over again, coupled with her own erotic whimpers becoming harder and harder to keep in with each passing step, that might make it easy for Rei to follow her.

However, she managed to lose her somehow. Rushing into the gymnasium, Misato quickly hid behind a vaulting horse that had been left by the door. Collapsing against the wall, she took in deep sucking breaths. Not because she was tired from all that running. She could probably go another few minutes at that pace before stopping. The problem was... she was horny! Unbearably horny! The only thing keeping her from masturbating right here and now was the fact that Shinji and Asuka were in danger, and needed her to save them! All she was doing was composing herself. Making sure she was ready and able to do her best to find them as soon as possible!

Ah! But then the door opened up again! Misato ducked down in the corner, though found it difficult because her boobs and butt kept on getting in the way. And then, in they came. A gaggle of Reis. A horde of them. Oh, what would be the plural form for Rei? Swarm, perhaps? There were so many of them. At least a dozen, maybe two, each of them clad in some form of extremely limited clothing.

She saw thong leotards, she saw booty shorts with tube tops, she saw sports bras with yoga pants, hell one of them looked to be wearing body paint, and another still was wearing a perfectly ordinary plugsuit. Which, come to think, was even more form fitting and left less to the imagination than even the yoga pants did.

The eerie thing was how uniformly they were moving. No, you couldn't call it walking. Strutting. Mincing, almost. Making their hips roll around like spinning plates on a pole. Making their butts jiggle from side to side like a pendulum made of jelly. Pale, enticing, delicious looking jelly. The yummiest dessert that Misato could imagine in that instant.

Ah, this was her chance though, right? Wait until they all filled in, then make her break for it? Or... if this many Reis were gathering in one place, maybe they had a purpose for it? Though... one thing did strike Misato as odd. Namely, the fact that seeing so many Reis in one place didn't strike her as odd. Like, it felt normal in a weird way?

Yet another mystery to add to the ever growing pile. Misato watched as the Reis all piled in, lining up shoulder to shoulder. You couldn't shine a beam of light anywhere in between them, it was wall to wall Reis. How could they possibly be comfortable like that?

"Alright, sluts! Listen up!" one Rei at the head of the gym called out. "While it's true that we can morph our bodies any which way, it's important that we exercise every single day!"

"Was that meant to rhyme?" one Rei asked with her hand in the air. The others all giggled. "Your rhyming scheme is a little o~off if so~oo."

Huh, they were just going to exercise? Unfortunately the one at the head of the room was still facing the door. Misato was still in their blind spot down here, but she couldn't escape while one of them was staring at the door. She'd have to watch carefully and pick her spot - or maybe wait until they all left?

"Alright sluts, and touch your toes!"

Little did Misato know that hearing those words would be the callsign for her to completely lose track of her objectives. As one, the dozens of Reis all bent down and touched their toes. Now, let's go into a little physics lesson here. Not to worry, it's a simple one. You can even do an experiment yourself if you want. Stand up against a wall with your heel and back both straight up against it. Now try to touch your ties. You'll find yourself naturally sticking out your butt, hence pushing yourself away from the wall - or failing that, you'll topple over.

We do this naturally when bending over. We need to. It's simple physics. To stay upright needs a sense of balance. Bending over means your head, with that big heavy brain in it, is away from your centre of mass and therefore something needs to counterbalance it.

What I mean to say is that every single Rei had stuck out their butts while touching their toes. They had all kept their legs so perfectly straight you could use them as rulers. Their heads went down, their hands touched their toes, their butts went out - and then they bounced exactly twice, perfectly in unison before they snapped back up to full height.

Oh goodness gracious, Misato felt a bit weak at the knees there.

"Right hand!" The Rei at the lead called out, and this time the Reis all bent down to make just their right hand touch their toes while their left hands went straight up into the air. This time, only their left cheek bounced exactly twice, and they punctuated this by bringing their left hand down to smack their own bouncy butts before going back upright.

"Left hand!" Take the last paragraph and switch sides. "Both! Right hand! Left hand! Both!"

They did a hundred full rotations just like that. Thrusting out their butts. Making their cheeks bounce twice. Then upright and the next step. It was... enthralling. It felt like every time their butts bounced, so did Misato's brain inside her skull. She caught herself having to steady herself, as though she was finding herself in the middle of an extremely brief earthquake. Yet the entire time, her eyes were trailing up and down the parade of ass, bouncing ass, jiggling ass, ass, ass, ass...

"That's enough of a warmup, sluts!" the lead Rei called out. Oh thank goodness, she could have a coherent thought again. "Now, all of you put your hands on your knees and twerk like your lives depended on it!"

Misato couldn't stop herself from clenching her thighs this time! It was as if they were deliberately torturing her! And yet, she couldn't help but watch as the Reis slapped their thighs, then slapped their knees, raised their right leg in unison, stomped it down, then did the same with their left leg, and then the reason for doing this became obvious.

The stomping was to send ripples up their legs and into their butts, so that when they started to twerk, there was that little more jiggle already in place. And with the way they were thrusting their hips up and down, bouncing them like basketballs, that little bit of jiggle went a long, long way. It felt like her gaze was a baton being passed in a relay race. It traveled from rump to rump carried along by the wave of flesh rippling before her eyes. Misato watched from end to end, eyes transfixed to their rears passing back and forth, hitting the end of the line and then going back the other way. It was mesmerising. Hypnotic, almost. So much so that before she knew what she was doing, Misato was twerking too.

"Pair off! Tonguefuck the mouth of the slut next to you!" the lead Rei called out. On this cue, the Reis paired off as though instinctively aware of how to split off, smiled at the Rei they were staring at. The smile was pretty... But also devious and horny. They stuck out their tongues, which extended out of their mouths far further than any human could reasonably manage, and then they intertwined, Coiling around each other, like a pair of pythons trying their damndest to squeeze each other to death. So tight, so snug that Misato could almost swear they were merging together. Then, only then, their heads moved closer, tantalisingly closer to their partner and their lips formed a perfect seal.

All the while, they were twerking in unison. The only other thing that changed - presumably while Misato wasn't watching - was that their hands were now groping the Rei on either side of them. Save the ones on the end, who were grabbing their own cheek on that same side.

Misato felt her lips tremble, and she turned her head to the right as if guided by an invisible hand. There, she found the relief that she sought as she kissed and smooched the jogging Rei from before, had found her and been there for at least ten minutes watching her intensely, waiting for her to realise she'd been caught before herself realising that Misato was too enraptured by lust to ever pick up on it.

...

Ah? Oh! Oh no! Misato pushed the Rei back, but it was as if she'd allowed Misato to pull her head away. The reason why became quickly apparent when Misato's fingers began to sink into Rei's skin. She smiled at Misato. In an unsettling, unnatural way. Like she was copying a human doing it, but at the same time she was actually feeling the joy that she was expressing. Looking down, Misato realised something terrible as well.

"He~ey," whispered that Rei. "This is the part where I fully enter your body, and you cum really, really hard. Let's play a game: Try to stay hidden! Teehee!"

That wasn't a game. You couldn't ever call that a game. Because... in a game, there's a chance for you to win. Every nerve in Misato's body sang the choir orgasmic, and she couldn't help but moan and whimper and the second that she did, every single Rei turned to look at her with that same creepy unsettling smile on their pretty faces.

"He~ey!" the Reis all said in a songlike voice, the sheer volume of them harmonising perfectly with each other. You'd better believe that Misato fucking ran from that room. All of a sudden it felt like she was right back where she'd started, but this time she knew very goddamn well what she was running from.

"Pla~ay with us Misato!" the rushing swarm called out, giggling and tittering and sounding scarier to her right now than any demon from any level of hell. It chilled her to the bone, frightened her more than anything else that she could think of. And why don't you think of the ground that covers for a second to really get how terrified she was. It was unnatural, otherworldly, mortifying.

And the scariest part of all was that she honestly and sincerely did want to pla~ay with them. Each footstep felt like it was happening in slow motion. She could feel her breasts bouncing away on her chest as vividly as she could see the corridor ahead, or feel that spike of mortal terror. She could feel her cheeks clapping as much as she could hear them. Each moment of this pursuit was an eternity unto itself, made all the worse when one of the swarm was able to tag her.

That's all they seemed interested in doing. Tagging her. Slapping her back. At first this merely spurned her on to further speeds, pushing her body in ways she didn't know it could be pushed. However... After a little bit, after it happened maybe ten or so times she realised they really weren't trying to catch her at all. Because... because she had gained a full foot of height. On top of that her proportions were more or less the same as before, it was like someone had selected her and incremented the size of her entire body. How she was still wearing a thong and heels when her body was already -

Hang on, how was she even running in heels?! The idea she was doing that might be even scarier than the swarm! Aargh! The only thing that was keeping her sane, or from turning around and diving into that swarm like she was showing off at the pool was a simple pounding thought, over and over again!

If they were doing this to her, what might they be doing to Asuka and Shinji?

The thought didn't bear having. It was honestly getting a fair bit harder to run as they added more and more mass to her. It wasn't even as though she looked overweight, per se, more like everything about her was simply... bigger. Even her bone structure had altered in some way to accomodate for the changes. Eventually, she had to crawl on her hands and knees just to get away efficiently because she couldn't stay upright.

And yet those heels still fitted perfectly. What the hell were they made of that her feet still fit in them?!

Somehow - don't ask her how - but she managed to make it to a hangar, and slammed her foot into the emergency alert, causing a large shutter to swing down. Good luck getting through that! It was designed to withstand high yield explosives. If only she had access to the bakelite release from here, she'd flood the hall with them and be done with the lot of them!

As for what lay within... well, it was a new fresh horror that she'd stumbled upon.

"Oh hey, what are you doing over there?" her own reflection asked. Oh. No, this wasn't her reflection. When looking at a reflection, your own features are flipped. Here, it wasn't like that. She was looking at her own twin. Another Misato Katsuragi. Every bit as tall, every bit as wide, every bit as stacked, every bit as bottom heavy. Wearing exactly the same clothes. Utterly indistinguishable from head to toe. "Come on, over here!"

"Over here?" Misato asked. "Where is over... Oh."

The 'oh' was because she found herself looking at a version of Kaji that she could only call 'jacked' and 'hung' sitting in the middle of a room, surrounded by four Misatos. All like her. Exactly the same as her. Tittering and dancing for his amusement.You could call it bellydancing, lapdancing, whatever you like. The intention was clear. To put on a show for him. To put on a display for him and him alone. Him. And his big throbbing cock that would fit oh so nicely in the crack of her ass...

The one that had grabbed her joined the dance, fitting in among the others as easily as breathing, but this left Misato with something of a horrible realisation. All those Reis out there. None of them had acted like the Rei that she knew. All these... hers, right here! Dressed like her, their bodies transformed like her. Were they - Was she the real Misato Katsuragi?

The sense of self is a philosophical question going back as far as the subject has existed. It might even be older than questions of morality and ethics. What does it mean to be you? What is your sense of self and identity? Is it your memories? Is it your sense of awareness of your surroundings? Or is there something more to it? Something deeper down, something -

"He~ey, I think she's through here!"

Bugger philosophical debate! Misato stepped in among her dancing duplicates and joined them, going full in belly dance. Putting her hands above her head clapped together while snaking her body around and jiggling that ass like her life depended on it. Which it very well might - or at least her sanity! Shortly after she started a couple of Reis strolled through the room carrying magnifying glasses and wearing deerstalkers. They examined every square inch of the room through those magnifying glasses - including Misato and her copies. Scouring them up and down with great care and deliberation, before turning their attention to the man on the chair at the head of the room.

"Having fun, Ka~aji?" one of them asked. He nodded without saying a word, and licked his chops, barely even looking at the Reis. "Tee hee! That's good! We'll be on our way now."

How did they get in this room? Probably through the vents, or something like that. If they could morph their bodies the way they seemed to, that should be no trouble for them. In any event, the Reis left the room - though Misato continued dancing for just a little bit longer to be on the safe side.

"They're gone now," the Misato next to her whispered. "You can stop pretending to be one of us."

Grk! That nearly made her jump out of her skin! "How did you know?"

"Your eyes were more focused on them than the rest of us - or on Kaji," another one whispered, hip bumping her. Making her keenly aware that she was surrounded on all sides by - By herself. "I see, you must be looking for Shinji and Asuka, right?"

"That's what we were doing, until Kaji gave us a good hard dicking," another Misato added. The whole lot of them sighed in unison at that, but hearing that made Misato herself back off. Stop dancing and stay the hell away from Kaji.

"It was a simple deal," yet another Misato added, grabbing her and whirling her around. "He'd show us where they were in exchange for sex."

"We all took it. We all fell."

"He's even better than you remember, especially with -"

Especially with that massive twitching dick. She didn't need to say it. The meaning was obvious. You couldn't not grasp the meaning behind those words.

"Well, I'm not taking that deal," Misato insisted. "I'll find them without your help." She wasn't going to risk succumbing to - to whatever these other copies of her had! Even if she wasn't the original, what did that matter? All that mattered was their safety, right?

"I know where they are," another Misato said. "Actually, we all do. He carried us to the room while drilling us, and showed us the way. By the time I was there, I couldn't possibly rescue them in my condition, and it was the same for the rest of us."

Was that so? What of it then? She doubted they'd just go ahead and show her that easily.

"Instead, how about this? We'll let you know where it is if you all let us kiss you for no more than thirty seconds?"

That... actually did sound reasonable. A thirty second kiss with each of them shouldn't be too bad. However, she did see through their trap right away. "No kissing an erogenous zone," she warned. They looked at one another, and shrugged it off.

"Oh, this is so hot..." Kaji muttered, eyeing them up with keen interest. Ugh. More of a pig than usual. The first clone walked up to Misato, pursed her lips and pressed them up against her. She had to admit. Not bad. Nothing too special though. She wasn't even trying to use her ton-

"Hrng?!" Misato grunted, as suddenly - every other copy descended upon her. Kissing her shoulder, kissing her hips, kissing her big rounded cheeks. None of them putting their lips near an erogenous zone, but each of them undoubtedly kissed her on a different spot on her - OoHohohohohoHoHohohoooo!

Thirty seconds! She only had to last thirty seconds! But for some reason, even though they weren't touching anywhere especially inappropriate or sensitive, her entire body was aflame yet again. Her own fingers betrayed her, quickly finding her slick pussy and rubbing along the entrance before plunging in.

Then she felt it. She felt this tremendous growth in her ass. Ahhh, her cheeks were blowing up! Not... not exploding, but expanding rapidly! These clones were adding their considerable mass to hers! But - At the same time, she was gaining access to certain memories. She could remember! She could - She could remember Kaji giving her that big hard dick, probing her insides, making a sloppy mess of her until the only thing she cared about was that cock. Even rescuing Shinji and Asuka, or saving herself - none of it mattered in comparison to that cock!

But... that was these copies. Even though she was getting those memories from each of them, even then, she was still - ooooh-  barely managing to resist. Barely holding on to her sanity! Ah! She needed sex so badly! Going without sex was unthinkable at this point, she really and truly had to feel that monster inside her right now!

"Wow, that butt could classify as a weapon of mass destruction by itself," Kaji quipped. "If you suddenly sat down, you might accidentally cause Third Impact."

The urge to pin his ass down and ride his cock was almost overwhelming. But she had to thank him. That remark was like a lifeline, holding her back from tumbling. Instead, she turned tail and ran, still baffled at how she was able to do so in high heels, the sound of her cheeks being about as loud as a stadium of applauding spectators as she ran.

She had to save them. Had to save Asuka and Shinji. Then! Maybe then! Then she could go back and have a taste of that - Ooooh, she really was lost wasn't she? Just a little more. A little longer! Th-Then she could put this new ridiculously huge ass to better use, and - And!

Misato burst through the door and fell flat on her face. Deep breaths now. Deep breaths. It was a bit dark here. Where was the light? Ah! There it is. Misato switched it on and -

"Surprise!"

Found herself staring at a more mature version of Shinji and Asuka. If she didn't know better she would swear they were the same age as her. Shinji was wearing his usual white shirt, except over a body that looked broad and muscular. Asuka was wearing a sundress, the same sort she'd been wearing when they'd met her all that time ago with the fleet. Except... Wow, she filled it out better than Misato herself could have... before the extra mass.

"Ah?" Misato gulped. "Sh-Shinji? Asuka? Is that you?"

That wasn't the only thing that was strange. They were each as tall as she was, and by now she had to be at least ten feet tall. Weirder still was the room they were in. This wasn't the hangar! It was... a replica of their apartment! They were in what looked exactly like the entrance hall to her apartment! There was a storeroom up ahead, the back of the bathroom was to the right. Go up here, like she was doing while being led arm in arm by Shinji and Asuka... Here was the dining room! The same table, the same chairs, except scaled up to their new size!

She felt... heady. Oddly relaxed. This environment, being here with both of them. It was a psychological trap to make her more relaxed. So relaxed that she barely reacted when Asuka trailed her finger down her back, grabbed onto the straining thong wedged far into her massive cheeks, and then tugged it out to snap it back in.

"What a fun outfit you're wearing," Asuka whispered, right into Misato's ear. "But don't you think it's a little inappropriate for a rescue mission?"

Suddenly, quite without any trace of warning, Shinji smacked Misato's butt, and then while it was still jiggling pulled her thong up, wedgying her even worse than she was already. Ohoohohohoooo! This stimulation! Now he was paddling her rear end!

"I don't think you really came to rescue us, did you?" Shinji asked. "You came here to seduce us, like the big bootied slut that you are!"

"N-No, that's - Not it at all!" Misato attempted to protest, but it fell on deaf ears. "I - I came to rescue you, I came to... To..."

At some point her hands had begun to trace up Asuka's thighs, heading under her sundress and rounding to her posterior. Her teeth grit as her fingers sunk into flesh, warm and yielding and so very, very soft. It felt like her butt was as big as Misato's! It was all she could do to let out deep throaty breaths while groping and squeezing that butt! All the while, Shinji was still fiddling with that thong (which hadn't broken yet for some reason) with one hand, and smacking her booty with a slow steady rhythm, alternating cheeks with each strike.

"Really? Would a rescuer merely want to fondle my butt?" Asuka asked. "You're not here to 'rescue' us. You're here to pla~ay."

"Admit it," Shinji said. "You'll feel so much better if you say you were here to pla~ay."

Weird feelings were bubbling up inside of her. It felt like she was standing on the precipice. Everything that had happened to her since she woke up. All of it. All of that! Building and adding up in her mind! It was like... like she'd been playing tag at first. Then hide and seek. Th-Then at the end they were playing a game like British bulldog, with a group of people trying to catch one person to restrain them before they crossed a certain threshold. And then, with the other Misatos, she had played a kind of twisted version of statues followed by a sort of truth or dare. They had dared her to take their kiss, while she demanded the truth out of them.

In short, she'd been pla~aying games all this time, and do you know what? It was fun. It was lots of fu~un.

"Pla~ay with me some mo~ore!" Misato sang, pulling Asuka closer while pushing her butt back into Shinji's crotch. Ah! That erection! Her cheeks wrapped around it on instinct, tugging and squeezing it, trapping it in place so that lump could be well milked even within his trousers!

"Oh darn, it looks like she broke," Asuka said. "And she got so close to winning this time, too."

"Maybe next time?" Shinji shrugged. "Ah, but not next weekend. She was going to babysit for us."

From the very start there had been nothing for Misato to rescue. Both Shinji and Asuka, and come to it Rei as well, they were all happy in this new world. As was Kaji, and probably the rest too. But, sometimes... sometimes they did like to play a little game like this. Push them to the limits, create a scenario they could, in theory lose.

Yet they never actually did. The swarm had its hooks too deep into mankind at this point. Hooks that dug in a little bit deeper every single time they played this kind of game with someone.

Misato Katsuragi - <s>Bad</s> Happy End.

CG Dreamscape

Standing outside the nurse's office was not where Shirley was expecting to be right now. Apparently the new nurse wanted to talk to the student council, one at a time. So here she was. For a quick checkup. Or something? The reasoning was a bit unclear. For some reason standing here was making her feel nervous, as though she was on the cusp of something... life changing. Something big. Almost as big as the penis carefully tucked away under her tiny uniform skirt.

Shirley slapped her cheeks to wake herself up, straightened her back and marched inside, putting all trace of hesitation behind her. On entering, she found the nurse's office looked quite a bit different than she was expecting. Had there always been this many beds? How many students did they think they'd need to take care of at a time? There weren't any in here right now, so...

"Ah, hello!" a woman called, and Shirley's attention suddenly snapped to her. This must be the new nurse, now, and... Okay, she got it. She understood why they were expecting a lot of students. Boys, mostly. Playing sick to get a quick look at this treat. Maybe some girls too actually.

She had an otherworldly quality about her. An ethereal beauty to her face that made it hard to look away. This was made a bit easier by her body, which was tucked into a slightly too snug pinstripe nurse's uniform, that hugged her curves like nobody's business. And oh, the curves that were there to hug! The uniform had a pretty low neckline too, almost reaching down to her navel, showing quite a lot of her creamy, enticing flesh. The uniform also stopped only about a half inch under the curve of her ass, with a tiny slit up both sides to occasionally show quite a bit of thigh when she took a step forward. Also, she had a weird looking pink necklace hanging from her neck. It was a bit hard to focus on that given it was between her breasts and her face, either point being distracting to focus on by itself, but...

Huh. Normally someone dressed like this would bother Shirley, if they were on duty as a nurse. It would feel to her like they cared more about showing off their body than actually doing their job. On reflection, she still had that impression, but whenever she tried to focus on that thought her brain replied with something like 'of course she's flaunting her body, look at it'. Complaining about her flaunting it would be like complaining about a museum showcasing a masterpiece.

"Greetings Miss Fenette," the nurse said. It wasn't weird at all that she knew her name before Shirley said, after all, she'd requested Shirley first. "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm fit as a fiddle!" Shirley said, flexing a bicep. Okay, she didn't have much of a bicep to flex, but she really did feel pretty good. "Honestly, I don't quite get why you wanted to meet with us anyway."

"To get to know the student council members better," the nurse said. "I'm Morrigan, by the way. Now, if you would please plant your pleasant posterior on this bed, I'd like to begin a quick checkup."

That wasn't the whole story. It was weird, but Shirley had this nagging feeling that Morrigan wasn't quite telling her everything. Oh well. It probably wasn't that big a deal. She hopped onto the bed and crossed her legs to help keep 'it' hidden away. Gosh, you don't realise how short a skirt is until you have a big swinging dick to hide under it, huh?

"Actually, I have to confess to something," Morrigan said after Shirley had sat down. "I'm sorry, I just didn't want to panic you, but our relationship as nurse and student has to be one built on trust. Starting it with deceit is quite unbecoming."

"Okay..?" Shirley said. What was she trying to keep secret?

"Well, the truth is that several students have been coming to me with severe sexual-repressionitis."

Shirley stared at the nurse with disbelieving eyes. That sounded like something a little kid would have made up. Still, it felt hard to object or protest in any way, especially when she made eye contact with this pretty nurse, or when she stroked Shirley's cheek... or put a reassuring hand on her knee. Squeezing it gently. Not too hard, but lovingly. Making her extremely aware of nerve endings she'd never really thought of before.

"The symptoms are quite serious," Morrigan said, getting suddenly much closer into Shirley's personal space. Her face so close that one wrong breath would have them kissing. "Hallucinations of a sexual nature, intensely persistent erotic dreams, near constant arousal - and in severe cases the development of sexual characteristics of the opposite gender."

"Huh? Really?" Shirley asked. Gosh, she felt so... lightheaded. Giddy, almost. That sounded quite strange. She'd never heard of a disease like that! But when she tried to think about it, her head felt all funny. Not the head on top of her shoulders. Her other head. It felt... throbbing and desperate for some attention.

"The only cure is to stop denying yourself," Morrigan continued, her hand leaving Shirley's knee to trail up her thigh. Inching up, little by little, until it rested at the hemline of her skirt with thumb very slightly underneath, running a light circle on Shirley's flesh. "Sexual needs cannot be ignored. You must occasionally indulge... The more frequent, the better. Those afflicted will have to have rigorous deep fucking at least five... if not ten or even twenty times a day."

Shirley tiled her head and blinked slowly. Sex... Ten to twenty times a day? She didn't have ten to twenty glasses of water a day! While Morrigan was extremely hot and pretty and had curves in all the right places, she still had her limits on how much those things could be a distraction. This was beyond common sense, what professional nurse would say that to a student?!

"Did Milly put you up to this?" Shirley asked. Ah, and now she could actually concentrate, she could see the layers of absurdity about this situation. "This is beyond even her sense of humour! Honestly now, is she hiding in one of those beds?"

"No, she's not," Morrigan said, but Shirley stormed over to the nearest one to pull back the curtains. "All I have here is the most severe case of sexual-repressionitis that I have ever seen."

The curtain was tossed back, and Shirley gasped at what she found beyond. It was... Lelouch! Clutching a sheet to his body, but without a doubt it was him. Or... Her? The way that Lelouch was holding that sheet against themselves, it framed against their body, clinging to curves that a boy should not have. Voluptuous breasts, a big round butt. And yet, that face was unmistakably Lelouch. Undoubtedly his face perched atop a more feminine body than Shirley's. Even if we excluded her enormous futa dick, that body was easily more feminine than hers, and this is not a small thing to say!

"Ah, Shirley," Lelouch said, nervously fidgeting and unable to make eye contact. So unlike him! So cute, so timid, so... helplessly sexy. "I didn't want you to see me like this."

"You see?" Morrigan asked. "It's quite real. This boy was single minded in his obsession to keep his little sister safe and well, the helpless moppet. Who could ever ignore the likes of that cute thing? It meant he ignored his physical needs. He ignored them really badly. Wouldn't even take the time to look at a girl in a sexual way, and so his needs built up, repressed over time until -"

"I get it, okay!" Shirley interrupted. This was too much! In more ways than one she simply couldn't take this anymore! She unzipped her skirt, letting loose the beast contained within. "So... So all Lelouch needs to go back to normal is a <i>deep dicking</i> right?"

"Sh-Shirley, you're being affected as well?" Lelouch gasped. Staring directly at the monster, the unrelenting throbbing shaft aimed squarely at that pretty little mouth. Moving closer, inch by inch, with obvious desire building up. Though that may be Shirley's own wishful thinking. "I didn't believe it either, when Miss Morrigan told me about this. However... "

Lelouch let the sheet fall from her body. Yes, her. Unmistakably her. There could be not one tiny shred of doubt about it. Somehow, Lelouch had turned into a slender, busty babe! Shirley licked her lips at the sight, knowing full well that Milly would easily describe this body as a ten out of ten. No, maybe even eleven out of ten! It knocked Shirley's own ten out of ten body out of the park. It was like a feast composed of your favourite food, all piled up in front of you. Where do you start? With those thicc, tender thighs? Those large jiggling breasts? That round smackable ass? That trim slender tummy? Too much choice, she was seriously spoiled for choice here!

Ah, but to indulge in such a delightful treat when Lelouch was clearly the victim of a bizarre illness? Would that be the right thing to do in this situation...?

"Go ahead," Morrigan whispered seductively in her ear, using her breasts to push Shirley forward. Nudging her closer. "It wouldn't even be for selfish reasons. You'd be doing Lelouch a great big favour if you stuck it in and made a big sloppy mess out of her."

"A... favour?" Shirley pondered, her eyes flashing a different colour for a moment. Yes. It would be a favour, wouldn't it? She would be giving her friend the cure to the illness plaguing them. Such a wonderful thing for a friend to do. There wouldn't be anything selfish about it at all.

"Don't worry Lelou!" Shirley said, unaware of the manic expression her face had taken on. "I'll - I'll have you back to normal right away!"

"You obviously need treatment as well!" Lelouch said, eying up her rapidly approaching, increasingly erect penis.

"What are you talking about?" Shirley asked, now on the bed as well. Pushing him back. Pushing his legs open. Right, she was a bit stronger than Lelouch because she was the athlete, she was the swimmer. That's not to say Lelouch was a weakling by any means, because carrying around Nunnally and taking care of her required some strength. But that can't compare to swimming regularly, for hours at a time. "There's nothing weird about me having a penis!"

Said penis pushed its way in, and was quickly enveloped in warm wetness that sucked her dick in further, deeper, harder, harder, deeper! Lelouch arched her back, and Shirley took this as an invitation to lay claim to her breasts. Yes! These breasts, she felt a twinge of envy at these breasts. They might be even more fabulous than her own! They were practically made to be kissed and groped - and so she did exactly that! To her heart's content, she feasted upon those breasts while Lelouch thrashed around and moaned uncontrollably on the surprisingly sturdy bed.

"Remember, regular sex is necessary for a full cure," Morrigan whispered in Shirley's ear. "Are you up for that? Giving that sweet 'boy' a regular, deep dicking to help 'him' return to normal?"

Was she? In truth, the reason Shirley liked Lelou was because he was a kind boy with a mysterious dark core around himself. He came across like he didn't care, but if you watched carefully you could see he cared a lot about the people around him. It was simply hidden away, where nobody else could see it. She'd found that fascinating. Captivating.

In retrospect that mysterious aspect had been a massive, colossal turn on. Oooh, and look at this body as well! Moving away from Lelouch's breasts and further down this body, you could really tell how lewd it was! This slender waist, these child bearing hips - and this round bouncy ass! Ooh, it was so soft to the touch! It made her want to grab both cheeks in her hands so she could properly get some leverage on this boy-turned-girl!

"Now remember, this is a serious condition," Morrigan said. "So, please ignore anyone engaging in inappropriate sexual conduct from now on. It's likely they're being affected by this same condition."

That made sense! Now that Shirley had internalised that this was a serious condition, she wouldn't bat an eye. Even if, for example, someone was getting head right there in the middle of the corridor, she wouldn't say anything. If some slut was getting railed up the ass in the middle of class, she'd ignore them and let them get on with it! If two girls were scissoring in the locker room, let them get to it!

Besides, it would be kind fucking hot to watch them go to town on each other like that. It would make her penis hard. Yep. her penis. The penis that she'd always had. Her pulsing, throbbing penis, that was taking blood away from her brain and making her more susceptible to the power of suggestion. Everything Miss Morrigan was saying made so much sense now, she could hardly believe it. Or fail to believe it.

"And, of course, to repeat, you'll have to tap that booty every day, as often as possible, if you're to help them get it under control." Morrigan patted Shirley on the head, then turned to walk away, leaving Shirley free to ravage this tight little body however she wanted. "One moment, it seems the next council member has arrived." The curtain was drawn around them. To give them privacy.

"Ah! Ah! W-We shouldn't let them catch us!" Lelouch whispered. Writhing and squirming so, so cutely. "This condition hasn't been explained to them yet, and this treatment is so embarrassing!"

That made sense to Shirley. Finding them like this without context would make it look pretty bad, right? Still, the best way to ensure they weren't caught would be for her to stop fucking Lelouch, and let's be real that wasn't happening. This dick was buried in here like the sword in the stone, and King Arthur's been dead for a long time by this point, good luck finding any Royalty to help pull it out here and now!

She said while balls deep in the Emperor's favourite son. Not that she knew that. Nor Lelouch.
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Honestly now, this was troubling. Kallen was a bit nervous about this checkup. Not because she was worried about her health, per se. She was likely healthier than anyone else in the school owing to her late night activities as a top Knightmare pilot in the Black Knights. This, of course, made her inherently superior to everyone else in school. Though it was funny that she only recently realised her own innate superiority, as it was truly quite apparent. Superior looks, superior motivation, a superior view of the world, superior health, superior grades - why, if anyone should be student council president it should be her, not the granddaughter of the principal! Nepotism! Hrmph! Surely such things went against Britannian philosophy? Surely only the strongest should rise to the top, not the product of the powerful's loins in and of itself!

This haughty attitude was quite unlike her. Not that Kallen herself had noticed, but her view of the world had shifted a few degrees. Her dreams had been corrupting her, little by little, into adopting a viewpoint that she would once have found horrendous, that the strong should reign at the top, as the weak were - by definition - incapable of taking care of themselves.

However, a funny thing happened here. Britannia was a hypocritical Empire that didn't actually follow what it preached. It instead practised nepotism writ large. How ironic it is, that someone being corrupted and brainwashed into gradually accepting Britannian ideals was becoming more acutely aware of them than she already had been. Before, it had been a general wildfire hatred of the Empire. Now, it was becoming a focused laser - or perhaps a series of lasers, a precision aerial bombardment represented her feelings towards the Empire more accurately now.

Hrmph! It would be so easy to stand on their backs. They would even let her. All they saw was sickly, weak yet noble Kallen Stadtfeld. It would be so... so easy! They would all totally lower their guard, making it trivial for her to do. Especially since she was easily the hottest thing on two legs in this school, with an immaculate waistline, breasts that were the perfect size and shape for her frame, not to mention a booty that might as well be a magnet for the male gaze.

"Hello Miss Statdfeld, so nice to meet you! I'm Miss Morrigan, the new school nurse!"

... Alright, sometimes second place was a worthwhile prize in and of itself. It might not be first place, but when the bar is set this high one must take pride where one can. At the instant Kallen had set foot inside this office this new nurse she had come to meet had embraced her and - well, it was rather regrettably obvious which of them was superior in the sex appeal department. To track her figure was to trace an hourglass. Which would make the comfier pillow, her bosom or her behind? Kalen did not know, but she felt a very strong urge to put it to an empirical test. Kallen had believed her legs were made to walk on the backs of the unworthy, but those legs blew hers out of the water. No, not just out of the water, out of the atmosphere and rolling around in space begging for a chance to feel those legs wrapped around her body!

She almost couldn't believe how good this woman smelled, either. It was all she could do to take deep, deep breaths from her, wondering what perfume she was wearing. This woman could surely have any man on their knees in no time flat. Many women as well. Kallen could feel herself melting into this embrace, which was lasting a little bit longer than she initially expected. Rather than a brief hug, in a way of greeting, this started to feel more like a pair of lovers in the aftermath of an intense lovemaking session. Kallen didn't question it. She was enjoying it too much. Even though neither of them said a single word, she simply let it happen. Then she watched as the nurse swayed back to her desk, and followed after while  unconsciously mimicking her movement. Flicking her hips just so, as if the only thought that could enter her mind right now was sex, sex, and yet more sex.

"I'm so glad you came, Miss Stadtfeld," Morrigan said, but she was wrong, Kallen hadn't cum yet. "I was checking your records, you see, and I've noted numerous sick absences. However, I don't see anything specifically about what it is you're supposedly sick with."

Oh dear. That could be a problem. If Morrigan investigated her condition, she would find absolutely nothing wrong. In fact, she wouldn't even find a trace of sickness at all! This was probably because she had investigated and found Kallen's half Japanese heritage. That sort of dilemma confronting her was certainly enough to bring Kallen's thoughts away from lewd activities, at least for a little while.

"Isn't our personal doctor's note enough?" Kallen asked. "I mean, surely a peasant like yourself -"

"Would rather know the details of what's wrong with a student," Morrigan interrupted. How dare she interrupt her betters! "Or, I suppose I could always ask the Principal to look into your sick days in more detail. I'm sure he would want to get in contact with your family to confirm a few matters..."

In other words, acquiesce or risk expulsion. Not that Kallen would mind expulsion, but the true threat was that they might discover what she was doing on those sick days. Hrmph! The truly superior can admit to being cornered without a fuss. It's what you do when you are cornered that matters the most.

"How shall we start?" Kallen asked.

"By taking off your clothes so I can examine your body in more detail," Morrigan said. Of course. A standard checkup, was it? "No need to be so tense, you don't have anything I've not seen before." Said by someone who failed to realise how little that was reassuring! While it did not truly bother Kallen, part of the reason most worry about such matters is because they are concerned about how they measure up!

In any event, there was little for it but to take off her clothes. She made sure to do so as unsexily as possible, which she had to admit was not an easy task for one with a body as fine as hers. The mere act of standing still would likely be seen as intensely erotic by any man who happened to glance at her superior form. Nonetheless, she was soon standing naked and proud, holding her head up high, in front of this lewd nurse, who was now pacing around Kallen's body with an appreciative gaze.

"Not bad," the nurse mused. "Not bad at all. Still could develop in a few areas, but the boys must already drool over you as it is."

"You are enjoying the view as well," Kallen quipped - and then felt the flat of Morrigan's hand land upon her pert derriere. The urge to cry out 'yes mommy' was rather intense, but Kallen bit it down, allowing the nurse to squeeze her rump for all it was worth. Which was, believe her, quite a hefty amount.

"Quiet until spoken to," Morrigan chirped while Kallen squirmed in her grip. How - How dare she! "Now, let's measure these melons, shall we?"

That question was not asking permission, it was at best a warning that she was slipping her hands up Kallen's body with a clear target in mind. Along the way, those fingertips left a trail of warmth that made Kallen feel things she'd never felt before. You couldn't even call it arousal anymore, it was as if someone had liquified pure lust and dripped it over her one featherlight touch at a time. Up her hips, around her stomach, then further up her torso until -

" Eep!"

She couldn't help but make that sound. Her breasts were being mauled, yet also tenderly massaged. Rubbed by someone who knew and understood human anatomy to an absurd, supernatural degree. In an instant she was left dripping on the floor, casting her head back, letting the back of her head rest on Morrigan's shoulder, as the nurse nuzzled into her cheek and whispered.

"You must be proud of these tits," was the first thing she said. "So very proud. They're such big, plump and juicy. Plenty of bounce, just the right shape and size for your frame. You're so very, very proud of them."

Well, that much was obvious. Of course she was proud of her breasts. Why wouldn't she be? They were among her best assets, and that was a remarkably high bar to cross! Yet Morrigan went on still.

"You must like it when boys acknowledge how superior they are." She said this while rubbing into the underside of Kallen's breasts, lightly tapping them. As if testing out their bounce and heft. "So you show them off as much as you can. Let them stare - but never touch. You'll only let them touch if they're <i>worthy</i>."

She was right about that. So very, very right. It was perfectly sensible. She shouldn't hide tits this magnificent, she should let those inferior to her suffer, being able to see yet never touch.

"Use your sex appeal to take what is rightfully yours," Morrigan continued. "You are beautiful. Irresistible. Now, say what you are!"

"I... I am a horny sex Goddess, who is above all others!" Kallen whined, and as a reward Morrigian lightly turned her head and kissed her on the lips. Her tongue pushed past Kallen's lips, and extended far further than a normal human tongue should go, seeming to lick every square inch of the inside of Kallen's mouth quickly and efficiently, before pushing a little into her throat, somehow completely avoiding her gag reflex. When those lips pulled away it felt like the last vestige of prudishness had been sucked clean out of her body. "I should show off my breasts as much as I can get away with." Which was rewarded by another kiss, this one deeper than the last, with Morrigan actively pressing her breasts into Kallen's back! Oh, what a reward this was!

"So proud, so horny," Morrigan sighed, continuing to grope Kallen's breasts while still pressing her own into Kallen's back. "So very, very proud and equally as horny. Submit to me, and I will teach you how to harness that lust. You will have the world at your feet and - eep!"

That 'eep' was from Kallen overarm tossing her to the ground, then planting a knee on her stomach. She glowered down at the nurse with cold fury. "I am indeed a horny, insatiable and proud young woman," Kallen said. "However, that pride means I cannot submit, even to one as obviously superior in sex appeal than yourself!"

"You-You'll pay for this!" Morrigan sputtered.

"Now, see, if you knew me at all you'd know that sorta comment would only - " turn me on "Piss me off." She hauled the nurse to her feet, and tore that slutty nurse's uniform right off her immaculate body. "Huh! Let's see how strong these bandages are."

"What are you going to do?!" Morrigan yelled, and so Kallen stuffed a torn piece of that uniform into her mouth and wrapped a bandage around it to keep her nice and quiet. A little safety pin stuck in place as well, with the blunt protector stuck up her nose purely for the indignity and discomfort.

Normally this is where Kallen would report her activities to the principal and let it be. However... that was before the dreams. That was before she'd had her sense of morality twisted up. That was before, and this is now. Kallen instead trailed her finger down that slutty Morrigan's body, delighting in every square inch of flesh. She had such soft skin, it was as though this body was truly made for sex. It did indeed put Kallen's own to shame.

Feeling frustration and envy boil over, she took it out on her by using a ruler to slap those far too large to be reasonable breasts. The effect was like slapping a shrieking bowl of jelly, deeply satisfying. "Nurse Kallen will see you now," Kallen said, then licked the spot that she'd slapped, staring Morrigan right in the eyes as she did so. Mmmm, licking it was as sweet as licking a bowl of jelly as well! She eagerly went down to slurp and click at her body, leaving hickies to show who she belonged to.

Although, Kallen was getting this odd feeling like she was being allowed to do this. A feeling that spurred her on to nibble at this slutty nurse's earlobe, then diving into her neck to suck on the flesh found there while tweaking her nipples with one hand and smacking her butt with the ruler using the other. She was the one in control here! Kallen Kozuki ne Stadtfeld was the one in total control here!

"Ah, not right there!"

The voice was as quiet as a mouse, but in this room it might as well have been screamed through a megaphone. Kallen let go of this erotic nurse, pushing her roughly aside and walked over to one of the beds. Concealed behind a curtain, she hadn't imagined that anyone was actually in here. She pulled back the curtain, and stared in abject disbelief as she found...

"Well, I can't say it's too surprising," Kallen said. "Finally managed to land him, huh?"

The fact that Shirley had the penis and Lelouch had a girl's body wasn't especially getting to her. The fact that Shirley was roughly nuzzling into Lelouch's neck while lying on top of... her, with hips gradually picking up pace with each and every thrust. As if trying to not only go faster, but somehow force herself deeper into Lelouch's pussy at the same time. Intensity bubbling up and boiling over.

"Ah, Kallen, please don't loooook!" Lelouch whined. "This is for treatment! Don't get the wrong idea, got it?!"


"Treatment?" Kallen sniffed. "Yes, I suppose that makes sense - but honestly Shirley, you think this is being rough? Someone like Lelouch needs it <i>harder</i> than this."

It was almost adorable the way that Shirley lifted her pretty face up to look at Kallen. The naive airhead that she was truly came out when she looked like that. "Huh? Harder?"

By way of demonstration, Kallen leaned over and pinched both of Lelouch's nipples, bringing forth a lewd shriek of surprise. This was quickly silenced when Kallen used her tongue to violate that pretty little mouth of his/hers. All the while, she continued to squeeze and tease those nipples like she was tuning an old style radio.

Oh, but she couldn't keep doing that for very long without copping a feel of Lelouch's chest. My goodness, where had these been hiding? Not quite up to Kallen's lofty standards, but still very nice. As she squeezed, as she groped, and as her tongue forced its way into Lelouch's mouth, Kallen's thinking flickered and whimpered before coming back roaring and mighty. This is right. This is good. Lelouch was weak, but sexy, while Kallen and Shirley were strong and dominant. Therefore, the two of them should be in charge of Lelouch. Take care of that weak little bitch. Have 'her' service their every whim and need. Kallen grabbed Lelouch's hands and forced 'him' to grope her butt, snaking those delicate hands underneath her short skirt so that 'he' could feel what a superior posterior felt like. Then, once she was satisfied that those hands were not going anywhere she returned to squeezing and kneading that wondrous tender flesh on Lelouch's chest.

"Make it clear who Lelouch belongs to," Kallen instructed Shirley. "It's not enough to fuck her. It's not enough to drill deep into her moist cavernous pussy. You need to carve it out, make it shaped like your dick. Engrave onto Lelou's soul to whom they belong."

"Ah! Ahhhhh!" Shirley gasped, utterly enthralled and turned on by Kallen's little display. "Teach me. If I'm going to treat Lelou for this condition, then I need to be able to give her the deep satisfying fucking that she rightly deserves!"

Looking Shirley over, Kallen could certainly do that. She'd be glad to teach this saucy swimmer how to use that lewd body to its maximum potential... Kallen didn't realise that she'd forgotten all about that slutty nurse, who by now had shrugged off her bandage restraints and was watching from a distance as the three of them slid ever deeper into her grasp.

"This school will be mine within a week, if not tomorrow morning," Morrigan muttered to herself. "I'll have them all corrupted irreversibly before long, and then the fun can really start."

A Guy's Pride and Joy

Well this was a fucking wonderful day to be Ukyo Kuonji, wasn't it? Running into Ryoga Hibiki of all people, and upon guiding that idiot to the Tendo dojo (with a chance to score some action with Ranma or... any of the Tendo sisters) she instead ran into a complete jerk who became a monster and kidnapped her.

Her mood was not improved in the slightest upon their arrival, where she was tossed into a cave alongside Akane and a little cat that looked very familiar. Worse yet, her hands and legs were quickly bound by the monster, whose threatening glare warned of what might happen if she did something stupid like trying to fight back right now.

"Seriously, pantyhose? What the hell is your deal with this stuff?" Ukyo grumbled .Though she did test it, and found it pretty darn sturdy for some reason. What weave did this guy get, kevlar with a mix of cotton? It was itchy enough. "Hey, how long have you been here?"

"Oh, not long mister talking Ranma's penis," Akane said. Gosh, that long? Akane did have a bit of the old crazy eyes going. Come to it, so did Shampoo. "That wicked perverted bull thing tossed us in here without any penis, so it's good to see you here. Can I please lick you?"

"Akane snap out of -" Ukyo began, and then Akane darted forward to lick her cheek. Meanwhile, Shampoo was leaning her cat body over trying to lick Ukyo as well. Not getting close enough though. That pantyhose was holding her back something fierce! "Ugh, you're both useless right now." And come to think, she probably wouldn't be too far behind them. Her loins were already stirring up, begging for a chance to feel that length, that girth, that impossible anatomy somehow, impossibly, fitting inside her without tearing something.

Huh. Was it the sex she was addicted to, or the impossibility of it? After mulling it over for a bit, yeah, it was the sex.

"I don't know what you girls think you're up to, but give up any ideas of escape," said their captor. The mysterious young man with those evil, wicked eyes. He seemed pretty arrogant, but from the way he carried himself it seemed like he had reason to feel that way. "Just sit tight. This will all be over once I have that old man."

"You don't mean Happosai, do you?" Ukyo yelled. "Urgh! So what, we're bait to lure that old pervert out?"

"That's part of it," Pantyhose said. "Apparently, that boy you're all so fond of defeated Happosai in a fight. He's the ideal candidate to bring him to me."

Defeated Happosai...? Oh, yeah. Ukyo remembered now. He cockslapped the old man. A blow like that wouldn't be so devastating to most people, but to Happosai it was like shooting Superman with a Kryptonite bullet. You couldn't do much worse to him. In fact, he'd been a lot quieter ever since then.

"What do you want with him?" Ukyo asked, but the jerk rolled his eyes and turned away.

"We figured that out earlier on," Akane said. "He has a Jusenkyo curse, so Happosai probably dunked him in the water and turned him into a monster."

"Not that it's any of your business, but I happen to enjoy being a monster," the jerk said. "It gives me all sorts of... benefits."

Huh? It does? Hold on a second. Wait a moment here! He turns into a bull, right? A giant bull monster with ridiculous strength. Ukyo's mind was already racing. It couldn't be! Could it? That sort of monster, when the events of their life had been so blatantly porny of late! He was going to use his enormous bull cock to ravage them senseless!

"Listen, you jerk! If you think I'm going to let you lay a finger on my friends, you got another thing coming! Do it to me first!" Ukyo protested. Selflessly. Unrelatedly she was starting to see penises in the cave wall.

"No, I can't possibly let Ukyo take that sort of blow," Akane interrupted. "I'm the one you should be... Doing that to first. I'll be the noble sacrifice!"

"Meoaaawr!" Shampoo wailed. Oh, that harlot! Had she no shame at all? Actually, now that Ukyo was looking her cat form's tail sort of looked like a -

"Settle down, settle down, I have no interest in any of you. You're Saotome's women - but don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're chicks. I have no problem hurting women, got it?"

Ooh, real tough guy here. Actually, there was one other thing bothering Ukyo. That barrel behind him there. What was that stuff? Wait, that couldn't be Jusenkyo cursed water, could it? Was this guy planning to curse Happosai? If Akane was right then that would be a fitting revenge... But her instincts were telling her that it wouldn't be that simple.

Then again her instincts were teling her that she needed to have sex very soon or else her pussy was going to go on strike. Ohhhh, come on Ranma, come save them soon!

For some reason their captor stood up, and pounded his fist into his open palm. "Oh, that's right. I didn't tell them where to bring Happosai. I'll be right back!"

He pulled a bucket of water out of nowhere, dumped it over himself and flew off out of the cave - only to turn back and drop a boulder over the entrance so they couldn't get away.

For a moment they sat there in silence in the cave. Pondering. Musing.

"Did either of you get a chance to spot his dick?" Ukyo asked. Genuinely curious how it measured up to the beast they were used to.

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Kasumi Tendo was only partly aware of the fact that her little sister had gone missing due to martial arts hijinks. Don't think badly of her for that. It wasn't exactly something that she would normally have to worry herself about too much anyway - martial artists tend to attract trouble. Or is it the other way around? Either way, Akane could usually take care of herself. And if she couldn't, Ranma would be there to bail her out.

And bail her out and bail her out and bail her out deep and hard and leave her a sloppy panting mess in the process.

She'd seen them together. Passion. That was what it was. Natural mutual passion. When they had sex it was like something tremendous in the universe had released. Though they might deny it if asked, it wasn't some purely physical thing for the two of them. It was very obvious to her who Ranma preferred. However, even that passion being met couldn't fulfill the needs of his enchanted cock. Which had led to no less than five other girls all tripping over themselves for a chance to feel it fill them up.

With Kasumi herself being one of those other girls. Thinking about her competition, Kasumi didn't feel like she measured up.

She wasn't a martial artist. She wasn't especially seductive either. Until recently she was a bit too innocent for that sort of thing. Looking at herself in a mirror she just saw a housewife. A simple, cheerful, ordinary plain housewife. How could she measure up to an exotic foreign martial artist? How could she measure up to a talented gymnast with a mildly insane streak? How could she measure up to a bishounenesque chef? How could she measure up to a master tease? And how could she ever possibly measure up to that level of passion?

In Kasumi's mind, she couldn't. It wasn't possible for her to measure up to their standards. But her body had needs now. Needs. Desperate, clingy needs. To feel that penis penetrating her, pushing its way inside while she helplessly spread her legs for it and begged, pleaded to be taken harder, harder, harder!

This flowery dress that went down to her ankles would not do at all. It was cute. It wasn't enticing. It wasn't sexy. It needed more legs, more breast, to hug her hips a bit more. Show off her figure, let him know that she was down to fuck any. Time. He. Wanted. And she wanted to wear something that would make him want it all. The. Time.

Right now she was sorting through her wardrobe, while downstairs was a discussion about something martial arts related which she knew she couldn't add anything to, and that if she did stick around it would just make her worry. Anyway, she'd pulled out everything. Looked it over. Assessed every item.

Finding them all wanting.

Did she really and truly not own a single sexy item of clothing? Nothing that would turn Ranma's attention towards her? For all her protestations about the male gaze, Akane did have a decent supply of snug shorts and miniskirts, did Kasumi truly not have anything at all like that?

Ohhhhh, it felt so unsatisfying! While she had started this task as a matter of planning, for some reason the notion that she didn't have anything appropriately sexy was making her feel really bad. As if it was physically hurting her that she couldn't dress up in a showy way for Ranma. She wanted to show off for him. Needed to show off for him. It sounded fun the more that she played it through in her head. So much fun, seducing Ranma. Ah! At this rate it might become her second favourite activity - only losing out to when he gave her a nice hard dicking.

"Knock knock!" Nabiki said, then entered the room without waiting. "Clearing out your wardrobe, sis?"

Look at her. That top was half slid off her shoulders and gave a little peek at her tummy. Meanwhile, those shorts looked like they were painted on. It was a wonder that daddy never said anything about what she was wearing. That's what Kasumi wanted right now. What she craved.

"Anyway, it sounds like Happosai got some baby cursed two decades ago, and now that baby wants revenge and kidnapped a bunch of the girls into Ranma. Kind of feeling like chopped liver over here, but what the heck at least I'm not sitting in a cave somewhere and can actually get on that dick- Sis? Are you listening, or do you have a case of the horny?"

That was a silly question. Of late Kasumi <i>always</i> had a case of the horny.

"Nabiki..." Kasumi said. "Can you... can you teach me to be sexy."

Huh. That was a rather spectacular faceplant from Nabiki there. Gosh, was she truly so impossible to work with? Was she a lost cause? Oh, Kasumi truly hoped not, especially if she was going to fit into this harem situation well enough.

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"And that's the story in a nutshell!"

Everyone in the room stared at Happosai in abject disbelief. He'd done something that stupid? It almost made sense in a way. He'd done a good deed by helping deliver a baby that was unexpectedly born at Jusenkyo - though what the mother was doing there while nine months pregnant was anyone's guess. So, it was only natural he'd spoil that good deed by dunking that baby in a spring.

"Old freak, that guy has kidnapped Akane, Ukyo and Shampoo because he wants revenge on you!" Ryoga yelled. "What are you going to do about it?"

"Do? Do m'boy?" Happosai cackled. "Why should I do anything? He's your problem, not mine! Toodles!"

"You ain't leaving that easily!" Ranma dove for him, but the old man was as slippery as ever. Damn! Usually he could get a good read on an enemy's movements, but this one enemy was practically chaos incarnate. No matter how Ranma went for him he never wound up being quite at the right spot. "Don't make me use my secret weapon, you old freak! You know what happened last time!"

Hah! As expected, the memory of it hit the old freak and he stumbled on the spot. Gotcha! The perfect sitting duck! Ranma kicked him hard across the room - only for the old man to wind up being grabbed by some guy he'd never seen before.

"Hah, so that's how you beat the old man?" the stranger asked. "Some secret weapon? A man after my own heart - except for the part where you crossdress."

"Ranma! That's the guy!" Ryoga said. "He turned into a monster when splashed!"

In response to this, the stranger pulled out a flask and prepared to tip it over his head. "Would be a shame if I changed here. The repair bill would be monstrous. Anyway, thanks for giving me the old man. You want your girls back, follow me. But... don't expect me to be slow about it."

A strange chill went down Ranma's spine. It was... completely odd. He'd just handed over Happosai to this stranger, which is what he wanted in exchange for the girls. Why did he feel so uneasy about it? How best to put this - it felt like if he didn't do something, soon, then there would be an unprecedented disaster, which could only be prevented with a lesser one?

Whatever the case may be, he wasn't letting this guy get away with what he'd done. As soon as Akane was safe, this guy was getting his butt whooped!

Rito the Pervert

Rito had plans. Long term plans. He was going to build himself a harem over a lengthy period, and he'd meticulously planned out every detail. Who to seduce, when to seduce, how to seduce, the whole thing was really well put together with countless variations taking into consideration the numerous ways that things could go awry. Adjustments that could be made on the fly, he'd practised how to improvise in case something else came up that he might not have seen coming, he'd prepared about as well as a pervert could possibly prepare for every eventuality.

Except for a naked alien babe spontaneously landing in his bath while he was in it. That one had slipped on by for some reason. He looked at this naked girl.  Looked at her face. Cute as a button. Looked at the tail sticking out of the base of her spine. Her butt was really nice, by the way. Nice hips, nice glutes, trim waist, very good overall.

She was also making no effort at all to cover herself. In fact, if he didn't know any better he'd swear she was trying to show off as much of her body to him as possible. In which case, he might as well enjoy the view. Behave as if it's no big deal. That's her response so he'll stick to it.

Although, he was going to stick to the clueless act for the time being. That seemed like a good plan.

"Uh, hi?" Rito said. "So, I'm Rito Yuuki, and you are...?"

"Lala Deviluke!" Lala said, bobbing her head in such a manner that her rather impressive bust jiggled and wobbled around while still dripping water. "Pleased to meetcha!"

And then she hugged him. Just. Up and hugged him. While they were naked. This was surely paradise of some kind, right? Or a dream? It had to be. Such things did not happen in reality, after all! You didn't get exactly what you wanted dropped into your lap without warning! Unless... was this some kind of alien trap? A ploy to seduce him? Put him under their control?

She shifted her weight and he decided right there and then that he would gladly pledge his allegiance to the Deviluke family. Especially when she hopped away, climbed out of the bath and streeeetched that wonderful body out. This Lala really didn't have any trace of shame at all, did she?

Actually, watching her limber up like this when she was all naked and dripping wet was making a weird emotion well up inside the young pervert. It was hot. Really hot. But... It was also kind of obvious that this girl really had no idea the effect she was having on him. I mean, look at her right now. Bending over to touch her toes, sticking out her butt right where he could see it, swishing her tail from side to side i na way that couldn't help but draw the eye's focus...

"Escape successful!" Lala said. "Woo! That was a tough one!"

"Uh- um! Could you please put some clothes on?" Rito asked. He could hardly believe what he was saying but - but somehow, this situation would be a lot sexier for him if she put some clothes on right now.

"Right! I keep forgetting this planet is a bit weird about nudity, tee hee!" Lala said, bonking herself cutely on the head. Which led Rito to realise a few quite important questions he should have been asking. Like, why was she in his bathtub? Escape from who? How had she arrived in his bathtub? He knew her name, but not anything else about her at all!

All that being said his instincts as a pervert were screaming one thing at him. This girl was dangerous. Super super dangerous. Almost as dangerous as she was cute, which was a high bar to clear. Anyway, he passed her a towel and watched as she wrapped it around herself - then realised he was also not wearing any clothes right now, so he should probably...

Huh. It seems that his perverted instincts had kicked in there. The towel he had given her was just slightly too small. She could get it most of the way around herself, but it left a rather large gap down one side, letting him see as much leg as he could ever want to see. Furthermore, it was too small the other way as well, if she covered her pussy with it then it only barely covered enough of her breasts to hide her nipples.

Ah, now he understood this weird feeling. He'd not been feeling guilty about looking at her naked. He'd instinctively understood that he could make this more erotic by getting her to hide herself with a towel! This might seem counterintuitive, but there were times when being able to see everything was less potent than a situation where much of the fun stuff is hidden, but hinted at!

Rito wrapped a towel around himself as well, then guided this alien beauty to his bedroom where they could talk without his sister getting involved. Knowing her, the second she caught sight of the two of them she'd cling to his side and not let the conversation progress.

"So, uh, miss Deviluke?" Rito began."Why exactly where you in my bathtub?"

She sat down on the edge of his bed and crossed her legs. Marvelous. Truly, a sight to be committed to memory forever. Okay then. Deep breath. Listen to her story. Help her out. Then, when you're done, seduce her and hope you're biologically compatible.

"Ah, well, you see, my father is a Galactic King. Gid Lucione Deviluke rules numerous planets, most of them you probably haven't heard of. Anyway, he thinks it's time I got married, so he's ben setting up a bunch of potential arranged marriages. I don't want to get married, so I ran away from home. Tried hiding on Earth. Had to use a teleporter to get away from Daddy's goons and wound up in your bath."

Right. So. That was an answer to his question. It raised further questions.In fact it might have raised more questions than it answered. Why did he feel a headache coming on all of a sudden...?

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Lala Deviluke. What a strange young woman she is. A beautiful young genius, daughter of the most powerful man in the universe and the most stunningly irresistible woman in that very same universe. Known for her wild inventions, manic behaviour, being a bit of a walking disaster no matter how well meaning she might be.

What she wasn't known for was her exhibitionist streak.

What, you think it's a coincidence that she gets into clothing accidents so often? Please. She's too smart for that. After it happened the second or third time she'd set up countermeasures, some kind of gizmo or gadget that would ensure she stayed clothed at all times, or maybe just put on something regular underneath.

Anyway! This boy - Rito, right? He was interesting. Really super interesting. She could tell right away that he was looking while pretending to not be looking. Drinking her in as if she was a cool refreshing glass of water. She could summon Peke anytime, of course. That was her, aha, clothing device which allowed her to wear anything she wanted. Unfortunately she was pretty sure that if she did summon him, he'd be followed by those goons in black suits.

Honestly, they were trying far too hard to not stand out that they sort of stood out all the more. Especially when they casually suplex vehicles in their attempt to catch up with her. Well, never mind them. She was here now. With someone who could obviously appreciate the prize jewel they had sitting on their bed. And she rewarded him by crossing her legs and adjusting her towel just so-  Ah! She only caught that because she'd been watching for it! That boy was definitely very skilled at pretending to be shy. In fact... If she hadn't met him in the bath the way she had, even Lala would have been fooled by his performance. So nervous, so well performed.

"Sorry, but that alien stuff is kinda hard to believe," Rito said. "I mean, the odds of aliens evolving down a similar path to humans to the point you have pretty much the same kind of physique is extremely unrealistic."

"Oh, there are a variety of competing theories about that," Lala said. "Unfortunately, while we did have a team of researchers look into it, the well was so thoroughly poisoned by then that there's too much disinformation and - "She stopped and then uncrossed her legs - then crossed them again with the other leg on top. Only then did she continue. "-It's impossible to say which evidence is real anymore."

"Ah... well, I still want to see some evidence that you're an alien," Rito said. Really now? His intention was quite obvious. Surely he had seen it earlier on. Very well. She had no trouble showing it to him again.

"Very well, humans don't have this now do they?"

While speaking, Lala rose to her feet and bent over, lifting up the towel to show off her tail and quite a bit more besides that. This is what you were after, right human? Ah! That blush on his face! It was no different than the blush someone would actually show in this situation, he was hiding it so well! "Why are you blushing? You're cute!"

"Uh..." Rito said, stepping closer. Lala had intended to just give him a quick flash, but... What was he up to now? "That could be a prop, just stuck on! Let me see that!"

"W-wait!" Lala said, but too late. He grabbed onto her tail. A sensitive spot for people from Deviluke. Extremely sensitive! She'd been afraid he would give it a good hard tug, but luckily that wasn't it at all. Instead, upon grabbing her tail he ran his hand up to the base so that his fist brushed up against her exposed butt, then pulled that hand back gently, oh so gently. His grip wasn;t too firm, nor too light, it was just right, the perfect amount of pressure. How has he assessed that so quickly? He must have done it in seconds of grabbing it the first time, assessing her initial reactions so quickly that she hadn't even registered any of that happening.

"It's a real tail..." Rito said, while Lala had to bite into her fist to stop from begging him to keep going. "So, you really are an alien? Huh!"

This boy... Was something special, wasn't he? He was like her. Pretending to not be a pervert. Keeping it hidden away so he could indulge right under everyone's nose! That was really something! Maybe if she tried to persuade her father to let her marry him...? Yeah, that seemed like a good idea.

However! There was something kind of bothering her a little. How easily he was able to leave her like a horny beast in heat, far too quickly. That wouldn't do. It shouldn't do! She had pride, she couldn't give in that easily! Therefore... She was going to punish him a little bit for it by making him work for that ass. How should she go about doing this...?

"So, what kind of man is your father anyway?" Rito asked, inadvertently handing her the keys to his doom.

"Oh, he's the most powerful person in the universe," Lala said. "We're talking casual planet buster level.  He's also fiercely protective of me, and would absolutely retaliate to a planet if something bad happened to me on it." A beat for breath, flick back her hair. "Well, if you don't mind I would like to sleep here tonight. They're using scanners to catch me, but if we sleep naked in the same bed then they won't be able to find me at all. You'll help me hide, won't you?"

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Was this heaven, or was this hell? For the first time in his life he was sleeping in the same bed as a cute girl. Her cute face resting on his chest, right over his heart, a peaceful beautiful smile on her face. Angelic, one might say. Her breasts pressing into his side, her legs wrapped around one of his, and her hand reflexively rubbing up and around his torso.

Not for the first time tonight, Rito stuck his nose into her hair and took a deep breath. Fuck, but she smelled amazing! But no! No, he couldn't do it. Shouldn't do it. Shouldn't seduce the extremely sexy girl that was sleeping in his bed. Because if he did - boom! Goodbye everything he ever cared about!

There was on key problem though. His hand. His traitorous hand had found its way to her butt and had a nice firm grip. Almost as firm as her cheek. He'd tried to make himself let go several times already but his hand wasn't listening to him. His hand had other ideas. Like flicking her tail and making her shudder and sigh in her sleep...

If he didn't know any better he'd swear she was testing him. Trying to push him to the limit. Make him think that it would be worth giving up the Earth for a chance to tap that. Well, no! He might be a pervert but he has his limits! And maybe - just maybe - he should consider avoiding the whole 'pissing off the intergalactic ruler who could wave his hand and erase everything you've ever known' father character! He was already worried about regular human fathers figuring out what he was up to, never mind someone that level!

So you can understand why, exactly, he didn't get a wink of sleep that night. Who could? It was impossible! At the very least, Lala would be able to hide a while like this. Being forced to marry someone picked out for you by your father for political reasons... You know, that's something women have had to deal with over centuries, up until recently, now that he thought about it. Must've sucked for them too.

Rito made a silent resolve right there and then. He'd already affirmed this to himself, but he reaffirmed it now! He would have no problem seducing women to join his harem, but he would treat them properly! After all, what was the point of a harem if you used it to abuse those under your care? He wouldn't be like whatever jerk Lala's father was planning to set him up with. That was for damned sure!

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Peke took a knee because he didn't want to be wiped off the face of the universe. One tended to get like that when in front of this man. The father of his inventor was quite an intimidating figure when he wanted to be.

"So she had you hiding until the heat blew over, with the intention of summoning you the next morning?" his majesty asked.

"Y-Y-Y-Yes, that's right," Peke stammered. "However, your o-overriding commands brought me back here instead. Your majesty, if I may, she truly does not want to get married at this time."

"I am aware of this."

Ah, it was worth a try. Going up against his will was pretty pointless. If he'd set his mind to this, then nothing could change his mind. That's why Peke had been careful to make it clear it wasn't his own objection but rather Lala's that he was raising.

"Not that it especially matters, as she is in the bed of the one she will marry already."

Computers are much faster at processing than biological life forms. Especially beings with artificial intelligence like Peke. They might seem strange or clumsy, but only because they have gone through literally every permutation possible in the time it's taken to decide something. Even so, Peke could only let out a confused 'huh?' after ten seconds of going through that.

"Really now, do you think she could have gotten to this backwater planet if it wasn't permitted?" his Majesty said. "Everything was meticulously planned. We even redirected her teleportation bracelet to that boy's house."

"B-but why? A human boy...?" Peke asked. He didn't get it. He didn't get it at all! But his Majesty didn't want to answer that, apparently. Instead, he gave Peke a series of new instructions to follow. Instructions that would override anything Lala ordered him to do. Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear! Whatever would come of this?!

 Furinkan Boys' Club

We join Akane Tendo, following that lesson pacing about her room. His room. She... he, felt so confused right now. Until today she'd been able to keep a handle on her gender, she was a girl no matter what body she was in but -

But Ranma called to her. That cute, adorable pigtailed babe. There was something about her that was speaking directly to her boy form's dick. Was it the adorable face, the curvy body, the defenseless attitude, her smell, her smile... or was it the nature of the curse that made Ranma a direct opposite to her situation?

Akane didn't know for sure and that was scaring her just a little bit. She had already jerked one out earlier on - but she refused to do so again! Clearly, her problem was one of meditation. Clean her mind, and then her body would follow suit. Yeah, that's the ticket!

"Akane!" Nabiki called out, poking her head in the room. "The bath is ready."

Aha! Just what the doctor ordered! Wipe this sweat and grime away, and then relax in a nice warm bath, that would surely help her unwind, relax, regain a sense of control - as well as return her to her true girl form!

"Thanks sis!"

"No problem, bro!" Nabiki called back. Akane tossed a pillow at her sister before she could close the door. Ooh, that girl! She was a relentless tease and always had been! Hrmph! Well, Akane stomped off to the bathroom, all too ready to change back to her normal form. She put the sign on the door, just to make sure that there were no mishaps, then walked inside -

And beheld the grace of god, a glimpse of heaven, a treasure that should be cherished forever. To be more specific - it was Ranma sitting on a stool, having just upended a bucket of cold water over herself. The water trailed down her body leaving little glistening trails, along her slender neck, down her kissable collarbone, into the tender valley of her cleavage, down her trim tummy, pooling around her navel... Or even inside it.

Akane wanted to scoop that water, those lucky drops, out with her tongue. They must taste sweet, like ambrosia of the Gods. For the merest touch of that flesh must turn even tepid water into a wondrous rejuvenating elixir, glorious nectar.

"Oh, hey Akane!" Ranma said, not the slightest bit upset at the intrusion.

"Ah, oh, um, er, sorry!" Akane gulped, suddenly finding the resolve to look somewhere else, anywhere else but upon that radiance. That adorable figure, with that cute face, those well shaped curves, that damp warm skin... "The sign wasn't up, so I thought nobody was in here." Sounded like a lame excuse. She wouldn't believe it if a boy walked in on her.

"Ah? I thought I heard something by the door, must have been Nabiki trying to pull a prank. She seems the sort." Nothing Ranma had said just now sounded wrong. Nabiki was probably yucking it up in her room now, laughing at making her walk in on Ranma like this. "Joke's on her though, neither of us has anything the other hasn't seen before."

"R-Right..." Akane grumbled to herself. Then, a flash of annoyance. "So, you're not upset that I walked in and saw you like this? I'm a boy right now, you know!"

"Yeah, but you're really a girl and I'm really a boy, these are just our cursed forms so what does it matter?"

Defenseless. Completely and totally defenseless. If someone attacked her right now she'd hand them their own ass in a brown paper bag, but if someone tried something sneakier and lewder she'd have absolutely no defense at all.

"I'll just be going then -" Akane began. She could feel another erection coming on. All this time, she'd managed to not have one, but now she was struggling to stay flaccid.

But if she thought it would be that easy, then fate had another thing in mind. "Hold on," Ranma said. "If Nabiki's the sort I think she is, she's right outside waiting to take a picture of your blushing face. If you really want to put one over on her, then wait until I'm finished and <i>then</i> leave."

Eh? What - what sort of logic was that? Could you even call it logic? Akane would protest at that, point out the nonsense Ranma was speaking and why that was a very, very bad idea except for one small thing. To stop her from leaving the room, Ranma had grabbed her hand.

Ranma's soft, delicate, powerful, mighty hand was holding Akane's. It was something that sent a short circuit through her brain and made things like logic and reasoning things beyond her reach, further than even the moon or the stars in the sky.

"Sounds nice," Akane said, her voice taking on a masculine yet airy, dreamy quality. She let herself be drawn back into the room, where Ranma turned her around, and began to quickly unbutton her shirt for her, which was very nice and helpful. It let Akane focus on unbuckling his trousers and tug down his boxers, while inhaling some of that fantastic girly aroma from Ranma's body.

"Hey, wow, your abs are really defined in this form," Ranma said, trailing her finger down Akane's chest. "Your biceps too!"

"I do a lot of weight lifting," Akane said. Glad that Ranma hadn't noticed the extremely obvious erection. "Say, what do you think of this engagement business?"

Huh? Bringing that up now...? "It's the last thing I need right now," Akane complained, sitting on the stool and letting Ranma rub down her... his back. Gosh that felt nice. "This whole curse thing has thrown my life into chaos, and I bet it's like that for you as well right?"

"Yeah, you wouldn't believe the weird stuff that's happened to me since getting this curse," Ranma said. Oh! Oh! If Ranma wasn't such a skilled martial artist, then Akane would have said she - he would have easily found work as a masseuse! "Really pissed off at my old man, dragging me to Jusenkyo, getting me cursed, then saying I have to marry some girl I don't even know!"

"W-Well, in my case it wasn't my father's fault," Akane said. "A whole bunch of us girls cgot cursed all at once because of some stupid peeping tom."

"I hope you pounded that guy good then!" Ranma said.  "I don't like guys that peek, they have no respect for chicks at all."

There were at least a few things wrong with that, but Akane didn't want to put them into words. For example, the fact that he had technically peeped on Ranma just now. Probably best to not think about any of the other things wrong with that while she was in heaven, the heaven of having her naked back scrubbed down by Ranma's feminine hands...

Sudding up her back with tight concentric motions, spreading out and around. Along her broad shoulders, up and down her spine. It felt like her back was being played like a piano by an unsung maestro, and making it worse was some unnamed sense telling Akane - screaming it at her - that Ranma's naked girl body was right there.

"There, all done!" Ranma chirped, and dumped a bucket of cold water over Akane's head to rinse off the suds. Then said the words that Akane had been dreading and yet anticipating. "Now you do me."

Akane looked down. There was a good chance Ranma hadn't noticed due to their positions, but right now Akane was, shall we say, pointing directly ahead at all times. Soon to be pointing at the ceiling. In the most careful and deliberate act of her life, Akane took a big step to the side and then turned around Ranma as she - he sat on the stool. From there, Akane stepped back so that it didn't brush up against this fellow curse victim and then... After bracing herself, Akane let her hands lay upon Ranma's shoulders.

The instant that she did so, her balls began to ache. It was as though these genitals were telling her 'you're in the presence of a cute naked girl who is letting you touch her body'. A fact that Akane needed no reminding of, thank you very much.

"I'm not glass, you know. You can go a bit rougher."

Don't say that sort of thing and especially not in that sort of tone! It sets up all sorts of dangerous flags! "Okay..." Akane muttered, and then went rougher. Squeezing those shoulders. Savouring that warm soft flesh. Letting her fingers sink in while sudding her up. Was this heaven, or was it hell?

"S-So, what about you, are there any girls you like?" Akane asked. Stupid! Don't ask that! "I mean, it would be a shame if this engagement ruined your chances with someone else."

"Nah, not really got time for relationships," Ranma said. "You got any boys you like?"

There used to be. But she'd never felt this kind of intense pounding lust towards Doctor Tofu. That was more like puppy love compared to this... this deep rooted animalistic burning need. After a minute or so of awkward silence (punctuated by Ranma's occasional grunting and oohing, which really didn't help at all) Akane dumped cold water over her head, and made a pointed effort to look away because time would obviously slow to a crawl yet again.

But if Akane thought her torment was done then she had another thing coming. Because now, Ranma had risen from the stool, slung a towel over her shoulder and was walking towards the bath dripping wet and still naked. Which meant that she was getting a rather nice view of butt. Girl butt. Bouncy, curvy girl butt. Akane's hands made grabby motionson sheer reflex, at this point she was practically willing Ranma on. Get to the bath! Get to the bath and become a boy again! Stop this torment before her balls burst!

"Ooh! Nice!" Ranma slipped into the bath, ducked her head under the water... and came out as a boy. For a moment there Akane felt true genuine relief, but only for a moment before a traitorous thought crept into her mind.

He's really cute.

After that thought, Akane wrapped a towel around her waist and made a beeline for that bath as though the hounds of hell were after her. Ah! Nooo! That was supposed to help stop the erection, not make it worse! Ranma saw her approach, cleared a bit of space in the rather large bath, and Akane ducked her head under the water, screwing her eyes shut, feeling herself return to her normal body. A girl's body. Yes, a girl's body! No stupid erection or aching balls, she could be herself again!

When she rose again for air, it was with great relief. Self control was hers once again! Now she could enjoy this bath without any further issues.

This bath. With a naked boy sitting right over there. A really cute naked boy. While she was a cute naked girl. Self consciousness finally crept in, and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Ahhhh, this really hits the spot after a nice workout, huh?" Ranma asked, laying back as if this wasn't a big deal. "Huh? You're a bit nervous about being in here with a boy?"

"Uh. Um, a little, yes!" Akane said, trying not to look directly at him. "S-Say, have you noticed yourself thinking or doing anything weird while in your cursed form?"

"Can't say I have," Ranma shrugged. "Oh, I get it! You're worried about your reach, right?"

In a sense, yes she was. Very worried about things that were inside her reach. Wait... wait, hold on, he was actually talking about martial arts, wasn't he?

"Yeah, my reach is a bit longer than I'm used to," Akane said. "My legs and arms are slightly longer. Otherwise they still have the same power behind them."

"I noticed the same thing," Ranma said. "It felt like I was stronger in boy form and faster in girl form, but that's not it at all. My limbs are longer in boy form -"

"But your overall mass is smaller in girl form!" Akane finished. "There's a bit less of you to move around, and you're a smaller target!"

"Right! It's probably the same for you too, huh?"

From there the conversation became a case of talking shop. The two of them bantering back and forth on martial arts, neither one of them seeming to notice the weird place they were having this conversation. This was their mutual passion, each of them making use of slightly different fighting philosophies in their own style. Ranma, floaty, dodgy, drawing out his opponent's attacks before delivering a thunderous counter. Akane, grounded while focusing on strength and speed to overwhelm the opponent, cornering them until they couldn't evade anymore.

They each had suggestions, ideas, thoughts on training that they wanted to bounce off one another. For fifteen minutes they bathed together bouncing those thoughts back and forth, chatting away like a pair of old friends. They dressed, the conversation continued a little longer as Ranma escorted Akane back to her room, before they said their goodbyes, promising to ruminate on the other's thoughts.

After that Akane was alone in her room. She flopped onto her bed, feeling thoroughly refreshed. A deep breath escaped her lips, her eyes closed for a moment. And then -

"He's so fucking hot," Akane whispered to herself. Her hand made a beeline down the shorts she'd chosen to wear after the bath. Her hips bucked as her index and middle finger quickly found their intended destination, and then her other hand rolled up her shirt, squeezing and pinching her nipple roughly, just the way it turned out she liked it. "B-Boy or girl, he's so... so fucking hot!"

All of a sudden, the protestations that her classmates were all perverts felt quite a bit more hollow than it had yesterday.

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It was nice to talk about martial arts with someone other than pops for once. Ranma was practically walking on air as he returned to his room. The old man was smart, but a bit blinkered. Having another perspective was healthy, helpful, definitely something he should seek out more often.

Not that there was anything wrong with his fighting style, per se, but if he wanted to push his own limits then he couldn't keep doing the same things forever. He had to try new stuff eventually, right?

Still, he was a lot happier right now than he'd been in a long time. Getting cursed, then getting chased across China by a psycho-chick, then getting dragged off to an engagement he didn't know anything about (though distantly his memory was saying it was something he did know of, once), you can sort of tell that he was expecting his bad streak of luck to continue.

But no. Actually, he'd wound up making a new friend out of it. A friend with the opposite curse to himself. A friend who had a similar level of martial arts interest as him, though not the same level of skill.

That was what Ranma really needed right now. A friend. Not a fiance. Who had time for romantic entanglements when he had a curse to get rid of and martial arts training to do? He'd never had a girlfriend before because it would just distract him.

Although, now that he thought about it, there was one thing that was kind of eating at him. One issue. One tiny little thing that was munching away at the back of his mind. That little event in the bathroom there. That was kind of weird, right? In the moment it felt fine, what did it matter if they saw each other when they both had the opposite curse? But that's kind of the point, right? At any given time, one of them was a boy and the other was a girl. Sharing a bath together. Nothing actually happened, but -

But what did that matter when they were still a cute boy and a cute girl? Ranma should have let Akane leave whenever. Instead of getting him/her to stay. That was weird. It was also weird that Akane agreed to it. In the moment there wasn't anything wrong with it, but in retrospect...

That train of thought was distracted by another problem that Ranma became increasingly aware of . A problem that could only be resolved by locking the door, dropping his trousers and grabbing a nearby set of tissues.

"She's really cute..." Ranma muttered under his breath while furiously whacking it. She's his friend, but she's also seriously cute. Not that he wanted a girlfriend, and it would be kinda weird with the dual curse thing going anyway, but... "She's really way too fucking cute..." the thought persisted anyway.

Croce di Eros

There really is nothing quite like an erotic car wash to bring out the fun loving side of a normally shy girl. All that splashing around, being paid to play around in suds and soapy water while wearing sexy swimsuits, there really was something in that scenario that put the shyness to sleep and brought out that inner tigress. In all honesty, Veritas could watch them frolic around all day at this point.Maybe he should start a soap house? Yes, that was a fun idea. Wet female flesh bouncing around and giggling playfully, big smiles on their faces as they put on a show for paying customers. How delightful, how fun!

Alas, like all good things it had to come to an end eventually. The last customer arrived, the girls all waved them goodbye then stretched out their limbs and sauntered off to the changing room, covered head to toe in suds.

Honestly, those suds were doing a better job of covering their bodies than those swimsuits were at this point. Additionally, he was rather certain there was quite a bit more heft and bounce to their gait than there had been before. Some booty expansion? Ah, and some in the chest area as well. That was good. A few of them were, ahem, rather flat chested.

"Great work today girls," he said while leaning against the dressing room door. The whole lot of them were rinsing themselves off, and a few were even taking off their 'swimsuit' already, as if he wasn't even there. "Did you have fun today?"

Even more fun was the realisation that Misaka was completely nude under those suds after that sneaky, horny teleporter had snuck her swimsuit - ah, he was using that instead of 'star shaped pasties' to make sure he didn't slip up and say the wrong thing out loud - right off her body. The Level 5 was standing there, her enhanced bust fully exposed to his view without a care. Hell, she was even subconsciously flaunting it at this point!

"Oh yes, it was a lot of fun!" Kuroko said, punctuating her point with a flying tackle into the naked Misaka - who grabbed her into a headlock and rubbed into the top of her head. "Ow, ow, ow, even this is paradise!"

"You should thank Eros we're all soaking wet, or I'd have zapped you," Misaka said warningly.

Ah, what was that? Did she say what she seemed to have said? Interesting slip of the tongue there. None of the other girls reacted either... so...?

"Praise be to Eros," Veritas said, and the girls all muttered the same thing back in response. Okay! That was kind of cool, and creepy at the same time. Have you ever had that experience, if you don't visit a church often, and then one day you go to church and everyone gives the correct response on cue, in perfect unison? It's creepy if you don't go all the time, but totally natural if you do! Without knowing it, these girls had led Eros into their hearts, which would make them all that much easier to manipulate. "And the rest of you?"

"Can I keep this?" Saten said, gesturing to her 'swimsuit'. "It's super stylish, definitely something I want to wear to the beach in future."

"Ah, I'm just glad I could help out," Uiharu said. Look at her, pretending to be shy while leaning over in a way that flaunted her new assets. They bounced nicely where they were, unobstructed by suds or anything at all, gleaming pleasantly. How thoroughly pleasant!

"Indeed, this kind of activity is quite useful as potential undercover training..." Konori said. She'd been the one with the biggest breasts out of all of them when this had started. That hadn't changed. Look at her, standing there trying to be serious when she was leaning back to show them off! "Not to mention that it is for a good cause."

Cute girls showing off their bodies and becoming both sexier and more willing to show off their bodies is a pretty darn good cause, yes. Oh, but Veritas really would donate today's proceedings to charity, for real. Actual factual charities devoted to cancer and heart disease and all that sort of thing. No reason not to do his part in making the world a better place, right?

Anyway, now came the fun part. Or rather, another fun part. While they'd been in there, Veritas had taken the opportunity to sneak inside and make a few, ah, modifications to their clothes. A fun little spell. It would automatically modify the clothing to be right at the boundary of what the wearer felt was as appropriate to wear out in public as they would normally find them before falling under the Croce's effects. Meanwhile, everyone else would view it as perfectly fine and appropriate to be worn under the same circumstance.

How far gone were they? This would be the moment of truth. They had towelled themselves down without raising a fuss about him watching. They'd pulled out their clothes. They'd dressed right there. Not giving a fuck at all.

So, Konori's clothes hadn't actually changed at all unfortunately. She didn't seem to have much of a problem in showing off her body. The next least influenced was Uiharu, whose plain underwear had turned into a black g-string. Next up were Misaka and Saten, whose eroticness was around the same general level, though both were still wearing their uniforms.

Let's start with Saten, then. You can see the contrast most clearly when putting her next to Uiharu as they were wearing the same uniform. A plain, ordinary uniform with a white blouse and a long blue skirt. Well, not so much Saten anymore. It was super short and frilly now, ideal for, let's say, skirt flipping. Her blouse also showed off a touch of tummy, which was quite pleasant.

Misaka, on the other hand, was a fair bit more outright sexy. Her already short skirt made no effort at all to hide her underwear. The sleeves? Gone. The top was cut in a sort of heart shape, with the bottom pointing squarely at her navel, and the underneath must have some sort of pushup bra effect built into it, because her breasts were bigger, but not quite that much bigger. Hrm... A little bit sexier than Saten's change, probably because she's already super into that Touma guy.

And then there was Kuroko. In much the same way that Uiharu and Saten standing next to each other made the transformation to their clothing extremely obvious, you could say the same thing about Misaka and Kuroko. Let's not mince words here. Kuroko looked like a stripper roleplaying as a schoolgirl. She now had the body, she had the attitude, she had the body language, and by Eros she had the clothing for it.

Honestly, it was impressive that her outfit was almost as lewd as the “swimsuit” from earlier. Her skirt pretty much functioned more like a belt, and that white blouse strained against her enormous tits. It had a neckline so deep you could drown in it, only barely avoided showing off her nipples, and while it was indeed tied together, it wasn't underneath her breasts - but right underneath the nipples, to the point that the knot might be the only thing hiding them.

You could really, really tell that there was a difference between them. In body, in clothing, in personality, they were all devoted to Eros at totally different stages. Honestly, you could just about judge it by bra size.

In time, others would be at this level as well. However... having a core set of believers to help spread his message was a very handy thing to have at this stage. To that end -

"So, I was thinking tomorrow about hanging out with some guys from class," Veritas said. "You guys in?"

"Eh, I'm pretty busy tomorrow," Misaka said. Though the way she said it made it pretty clear she'd be busy tomorrow no matter what day he offered.

"Ah, that's a shame," Veritas said, sticking his hands in his pockets and casually rocking on his heels. "I guess Touma was right, you're not the sort for that kind of fun, huh?"

"Then again, maybe I can reschedule...?" Misaka mused. Uiharu and Saten quickly gave each other a side glance, with a funny gleam in their eyes.

"There's no chance I'm leaving onee-sama alone with that gorilla!" Kuroko warned.

"Kuku, count us in as well!" Uiharu said, with her and Saten giving a thumbs up. Oho? What was this? Could it be...? That smile! Veritas had seen it before! It's the 'I ship my friend with someone else we know, and are trying to set them up' smile! How absolutely adorable - and also extremely useful! "It sounds like a lot of fun!"

"A get together like that really isn't my speed," Konori adjusted her glasses coolly. "Besides, I have some paperwork to fill out that I'll need to do tomorrow. While today was a good mental break, I do need to make sure that's done as well."

Good, good. All was proceeding to plan. Next up, he actually had to make sure Touma showed up for this event. Set him up with this horny Level 5, and he'd be way too distracted to deal with anything going on with him! Er, at least that's what he was hoping for...

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By this point Touma was pretty darn sure that something was up, but he just couldn't place it no matter how he wracked his brains. Call it anime hero obliviousness syndrome. You have seen that before, right? Where the hero can't figure out that girl is super into him? Well, Touma has it. He has it in spades. He has so, so many girls into him and he's completely and totally oblivious to it.

We've got Index, Misaka, Misaki, Kumokawa, Hyouka, all the Sisters and that's just the tip of the iceberg. Yes, I did just actually imply that 'thousands of clones of Misaka is only the <i>start</I> of the list of all the girls into him'. The guy could pick up a rock, toss it out his window without looking, and probably hit a girl who would go on a date with him. Yet he hadn't figured out even a single one. This goes beyond mere obliviousness, this is practically a lethal level of booty denial!

Even so, that obliviousness was really working overtime right now. I mean, somehow the girls had managed to talk him into turning this into a strip-game. So, right now Index and Hyouka were both sitting there in their underwear like it was no big deal. Maika, for her part, had won every round so far, with Touma taking second place every single time. Meaning that he didn't win, but he wasn't in last place either, so he didn't have to take off any clothes - yet.

This was suspicious. Very suspicious. Index had an eidetic memory. While at first you could put this down to her not knowing the rules of the game, after a little bit she should have picked it up and used that memory to excellent - if not outright frightening effect.

Then there was the fact of his own luck which was usually quite bad. If anyone should be in his underwear, it ought to be him. There's a reason his catchphrase is him moaning about his bad luck. How had Index put it ? His Imagine Breaker was even destroying the miracles sent his way by God? Something like that.

"Ah, Index have you grown?" Hyouka suddenly asked out of nowhere. "I'm jealous, those are so much bigger than before!"

"Kukuku, don't underestimate my diet and exercise!" Index said. Actually, that was a bit funny too. Index was pretty flat chested usually, right? Honestly he'd been trying not to look, but it was very difficult for him not to. I mean, naked girls are a thing that young men are predisposed to looking at.

You could not call her flat chested anymore. Actually, those were a pretty respectable pair of breasts. Touma looked away as fast as he could, returning his attention to the cards. If Index had noticed him looking -

"Did you like that, Touma?" Index asked in that teasing way she did. "Hey, hey! Did you like them just now? You're turning re~ed."

"I call!" Touma yelled, throwing his cards down and looking up at the ceiling. Hrmph! Four Kings! Not a bad hand, extremely strong. Suspiciously strong, actually.

"Straight Flush, 4 of hearts to 8!" Maika chirped, and neatly set the cards in front of her. Ah, he'd likely get second place again -

"Straight Flush, 2 of Diamonds to 6," Index said.

"Five of a Kind, all Aces!" Hyouka said, laying down the four Aces and a Joker, the wildcard. "I win this one, and Touma loses, so he loses his shirt!"

Ah, now that was a bit more like his luck. All he could do was grit his teeth in this situation and follow through. Those two girls had already stripped down, so how could he do anything less? He reluctantly unbuttoned his shirt, while Index and Hyouka made catty noises, obviously designed to embarrass and humiliate him. Urgh! He'd show them! Wait, he'd better be careful not to say that sort of thing out loud, it would be immediately misunderstood!

Argh! What misfortune! And why did he have the feeling he was going to lose every single round from now on?! Almost as though they were deliberately planning to both show off their own bodies while making him show them his!

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For the last few days now, Tsuchimikado Maika had this really... odd feeling hovering over him. Something in the air had changed within this city. He couldn't place it, and you'd better believe that he'd tried - but it eluded him every time. Something distracted him whenever it felt like he was about to realise something, and by the time he got back to the topic he'd forgotten his train of thought.

Which meant something magical. No doubt. Something powerful. Probably. But, once again, before he could figure out anything, another factor came into play. A new mission. A new task for which he would have to recruit his next door neighbour. It was annoying really. Apparently, Index had invited Maika to play a game with him. He'd been a little too busy to get involved at the time, but he wished that he could give his 'adopted step-sister' a chance to have some fun with friends before having to tear one of them away. Maybe he could wait another hour or so before -

"Woo, Touma! Take 'em off!"

"How did you girls convince me into this again?!"

"Ahahaha," Maika laughed innocently. "This strip-poker is quite fun after all!"

...

Fuck it, in goes the gas grenade, he'd sort everything else out later. And while the bastard was unconscious he was going to kick him in the ribs a couple of times for good measure.

Smart Succubus

Even though everything was proceeding pretty much exactly as she had intended, Kurumu knew better than to rest on her laurels. Let arrogance consume you, and your plans will turn to ashes. No matter the cunning, no matter the preparation, there's a reason many believe in so-called 'Murphy's Law'. Of course that was not a universal law, like gravity, but merely a causal chain from a person becoming too overconfident before victory had been fully grasped, causing them to oversee something obvious that results in their downfall. There was nothing supernatural about it, purely psychology.

"Hey guys! Why don't we commemorate today with a picture?" Kurumu asked, producing a modern HD camera from her bag. "I can set this to a timer, so we can all get into a group shot. How does that sound?"

Naturally, Moka and Tsukune got on board and the two of them shuffled off behind a table. Gin, being a pervert, positioned himself next to Moka and put a chair on the other side of him so that Kurumu would have to sit upon it. Oh, how laughable.

Still, as Kurumu looked at the three of them she did feel something strange. For one thing, Moka and Tsukune really did make a cute couple. The way they were so shy about each other, blatantly mutually interested while assuming the other wasn't - it tickled her in such fascinating ways. As for Gin, he was a rascal but charming in his weird way.

The four of them were fun to hang out with. They were... friends. Kurumu closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then set the camera to thirty seconds, placing it on a desk at the side of the room, then hurrying off to her seat. Friends. Yeah, they were all the best of buddies. A werewolf, a vampire, a witch, a succubus and... Whatever Tsukune was, she still hadn't worked that out yet. Not exactly the most normal groups of friends, but that's what they were nonetheless.

With all five gathered behind a table they posed for the camera. Gin putting his hands on Moka and Kurumu's shoulders, Tsukune trying not to lean into Moka while she waved happily, and Kurumu put her elbows on the desk, and Yukari ducking under Gin's arms to sidle up next to Kurumu, all five of them smiling brightly. Though... at the moment the camera flashed, Kurumu did something that none of them would notice.

She used her Charm ability. Letting the camera capture it in high definition. Once it had taken a few quick shots - with the last one having them all make silly faces on an unspoken understanding - Kurumu rushed over to the camera and had a look.

There it was. Yep, no doubt about it. Her charm effect was right there in the picture. It wasn't exactly obvious, certainly not as obvious as it would be if she got right in someone's face and used it there, but it was definitely present. A fraction of its full power, because of the size, distance, and the fact it wasn't actually her using it, but... every single copy of this picture that was made would carry that fraction of Charm in it. Granted, over time that effect would wear off on a person, but repeated exposure over time would build it up, and up, and up, until even the strongest willed person that would normally shrug off her full powered exposure would have their resolve crumble to dust.

This was her masterstroke. The reason she had wanted to join the newspaper club to begin with. Her heart skipped a beat, if she did this next part correctly then she wouldn't strictly need to do much else to have her bisexual harem before anyone knew what was happening.

"Oh, this gives me an idea!" Moka said. An idea? This wasn't in Kurumu's projections, but if she played her cards right it could still be to her advantage. "Tsukune! Why don't you become a photographer?"

"A photographer...?" Tsukune repeated. "Are you sure? I don't know if I'd be good at that."

"You won't know until you try!" Kurumu excitedly yelled, grasping Tsukune and Moka's hands. Yes, this worked fine! "Go ahead, take a few pictures of us!"

She pulled Moka into a hug and flashed a V sign for the camera, letting out a saucy wink while standing cheek to cheek with her vampire buddy, who seemed content to wave meekly back at the camera. Oh! That's so unlike her kind! Usually they're a lot more confident than this, daunting and powerful, imposing and mighty, dark and alluring! Not this cute little puppy-like thing that Kurumu simply wanted to eat up!

Anyway, Tsukune took a few pictures in quick succession of the two girls making cute poses - and then on the fifth and final picture, on unspoken agreement, the two of them made goofy faces. Kurumu pushing her nose up and sticking her tongue out, while Moka pushed her cheeks together and went cross eyed.

"Oh gosh, why did I do that all of a sudden?" Moka asked.

"We were taking it a bit too seriously and felt compelled to show some levity," Kurumu chirped back. "So? Tsukune? How did they come out?"

Before he could answer, Gin snapped up the pictures to look them over. "Hrm, not bad," he mused. "The lighting is solid. You have them both in the middle of the frame, the distance is just right... Maybe there's something to Moka's suggestion."

Ah, what a touching moment! Praise from the senior - who had to go and ruin it by trying to pull the girls into an obviously pervy embrace. Ugh! Gross, mind your hands you pervy werewolf! The girls elbowed him off at the same time, which got a bit of a nervous chuckle out of Tsukune - giving Kurumu a good chance to play on the vampire's trust a little.

"Hey, get him to take a few more pictures of you," Kurumu whispered. "Show off a little bit, let him see you as a woman."

"Eh?" Moka gasped. "N-No, it's not like that, Tsukune and I are - "

"Future spouses," Kurumu whispered, trapping her pinkies together. "Trust me, he'll have you more photogenic than anyone else, if there's anyone who is good at seeing a girl's cute side and bringing it out it's the boy that likes her."

Did that seem counterproductive to her plans? Trying to set those two up? Hardly. Kurumu fully intended to have them join her ever growing harem in the fullness of time. By keeping them distracted with one another, she could act freely under their noses until she was ready to seduce them both.

Besides which, they did make sort of a cute couple. The way they smiled when they looked at each other made her feel really good to see. I mean, look at them over there. Moka sitting on a desk torn between being alluring and being shy, while he was blushing up a storm and very obviously trying not to look at her leg. It would be hard to blame him if he did sneak a peek. It was a very nice leg. Second only to Kurumu's own.

"You know, we really should get the word out," Kurumu said, tapping her lips. "Nobody's going to pick up our paper if they don't know it's available, or where to get it. Any thoughts on that?"

"Advertising?" Gin asked. No, mister werewolf, she meant cherry pies. What else did you think she meant? "Hrm, I suppose that shouldn't be too much of a hassle, but I'm not sure our budget can stretch to it."

"Not a problem!" Kurumu cutely saluted. "I know someone who can get us the supplies we need!"

"Oh? You've thought this through, haven't you?" Gin asked. Yes, yes she had. Though she didn't like the way he was asking that question. Not quite accusatory, but definitely suspicious. "Not just a pretty face, are you?" He wasn't wrong there either. "Have you figured out what you'd like to do with your advertising campaign?"

Go ahead, make it easy for her, why don't you? Kurumu tapped the side of her head. "Why don't we put up some posters about us, and the sort of articles we're planning to write? Everyone's good at different types of things. I could write a gossip column or tips on romantic advice - Ah, not really sure about the rest of you yet?" Which was a lie. She had a pretty solid idea of what the other members of their club would excel at writing. No need to overegg the pudding though, let them come to those conclusions on their own. The important part was the posters. Plaster posters of them everywhere. In full HD, with her charm shining out of her eyes on every wall.

"Ah, no, I'm not sure that's such a great idea," Gin said. "Advertising who we are and what we look like could cause a little trouble. Some monsters don't like it when the newspaper club pokes into their business."

"It's not like that's going to remain secret for long anyway," Kurumu shrugged. "I mean, you have Moka here, cute as a button, already pretty famous on campus for how cute she is. And me, the hottest girl in the academy! Keeping our identities secret is pretty much impossible anyway, right?"

He was nervous. Nervous because of what happened to his friends last year. Even though she'd demonstrated that they could take care of themselves perfectly fine, advertising what they looked like was still nagging at him. While Gin might be a pervert he still had a heart of gold underneath. Kukuku, everything was coming together. With Tsukune taking the pictures, he'd be exposed to her charm even more regularly than anyone else. With Moka hovering overhead to compliment his work, she'd see it too. No need to tangle with the dangerous vampire directly, work slowly and insidiously, building up her base while her minions in the IT and security departments kept a close eye on things.

Gradually, she'd work her way into the hearts and minds of every monster on campus. Before anyone knew what was happening they would all be on their knees worshipping her like a goddess. It was the perfect plan. Not because it couldn't fail, but because it was instantly adaptable in case of unexpected variables. Low risk, high reward, easy to manage with countless fail safes. Hell, even she might not be aware of all the fail safes built into a scheme like this!

But then, as if the universe itself wanted to test her, the door to the club opened and a new figure demurely entered. Kurumu recognised her immediately, of course. Short purple hair that hung down like icicles. A little stick in her mouth. Distinctive purple and black stockings that went up to, but did not fully hide, her thighs.

Kurumu reflexively gripped the edge of the desk she'd been sitting on and grit her teeth. For her to show up in a place like this! Mizore!

"Um, hello!" Mizore nervously, shyly said, waving slightly at them while avoiding eye contact. "I-I'm Mizore Shirayuki, and I'd like to join the newspaper club."

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The expression on Kurumu's face alone made this a worthwhile move. A little icey wrench has been cast into your finely crafted plan, has it? Honestly, she'd been uncertain of whether it would be more fun to lurk in the shadows and put her plan to ruination. However, allowing that sneaky succubus to stay anywhere near her dear, sweet Tsukune was unthinkable. It was without a doubt something she could never, ever allow to happen. Sinking her claws into him. Charming him. Making it so he wouldn't be able to look at another woman, while she worked her sex magic... Oooh, she hated that!

Since that was clearly impossible for her to allow, and the reasons for that were extremely obvious, well she simply had to step forward now didn't she? It let Kurumu know that they were playing a grand game of seduction and mind control with the rest of the newspaper club being their pieces to be captured, used and in the case of Tsukune, bred for all he was worth. It was still better than letting her go broadly unchallenged, and it would be easier to directly interfere without drawing suspicion this way.

Gin, the werewolf, stepped forward first while flashing his best wannabe playboy smile. "Please to meet you," he said and then took the back of her hand to kiss it. "I am the President of this Newspaper Club, and it would be a pleasure to have you on board."

"Her eyes are up there, you know!" Kurumu chirped, putting her hand on his shoulder and letting her claws grow out. "Ah, Mizore! It's been such a long time. Are you still nervous around men who shamelessly hit on women and try to peek at their underwear?"

Interesting opening move! It would be strange for Mizore to pretend she didn't know Kurumu at this point. And so, she did the same thing that one must always do in an improv routine - Say yes to what your partner suggested. Never say no. To wit, she hid under a table and cutely peeked out. Even putting her hand on a chair.

"U-Um! H-Hello Kurumu!" Mizore said. "It's nice to meet you again after all this time!"

"Hi, I'm Moka! Nice to meet you!" said the scariest one of them in the room. A vampire who could, upon realising what was happening around her, easily reduce them to paste without breaking a sweat. Maybe Gin would slow her down. While it's true that the brain can beat brawn, there are situations where the opposite is inevitable, and the brain cannot win. "Any friend of Kurumu's is a friend of ours."

Gosh, actually looking at her up close, this girl did have an amazing figure. Was this vampiric beauty? The same charm they use to lure in members of the opposite sex to easily feast upon them? It was easy to see why she was so well regarded by the boys around campus. She gave off this innocent, effortless air that might actually make her almost as dangerous as Kurumu.

"Sorry, I get a little nervous around new people," Mizore said, watching out into the room with care. "You seem... nice. Are you sure you don't mind someone like me joining...?"

"Oh no, we'd love to have you on board!" Tsukune said ."The more the merrier!" To hear him say that almost made her faint on the spot. Oh, she was looking forward to it. The moment where she could pin him down and show him the full extent of her love!

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Why did it suddenly feel like the springtime of his life had popped up out of nowhere? He had no less than three cute girls all but clamouring over him, with Yukari acting like a little sister trying to dote on him. It almost made him forget that he was attending a school for monsters that would eat him alive if they ever found out he was actually human.

The atmosphere was pretty relaxed, which helped a lot. Gin had gone off to get them all registered as part of the newspaper club, which left him alone in the clubroom with four cute girls.  A fact that he was made extremely aware of because Mizore was on his arm like a limpet. Ahahaha, it seemed like she might have a crush on him? Or, if she was a monster, maybe she was looking for her next meal?

Meanwhile, Kurumu was giving Moka a backrub. A nice deep shoulder massage. Moka was leaning over a table while Kurumu was in a chair behind her, making good use of her elbows to really work out the kinks. As for Yukari, she was sorting through something off to the side. Apparently it was taking up all of her concentration.

"So, what made you want to join the newspaper club?" Tsukune asked. Apparently Mizore was an old friend of Kurumu's. A little shy, but warming up to them a little bit. She was kind of cute as well.

"It's because I saw Kurumu coming in earlier," Mizore said. "I - I wound up pacing back and forth outside in the hallway trying to decide whether or not to come in, and eventually worked up the courage. Hold on, let me show you something really cool."

She held out her hand underneath Tsukune's nose, and a ball of ice started to form inside it. Cool, huh? Interesting choice of words. There were some pretty patterns in there, he had to admit. Very pretty... very, very pretty patterns...

"Ah! I just can't decide!"

Without warning, Yukari dropped the folders she'd been working on right onto Tsukune's lap. Mizore, for her part, jumped and nearly fell off the table.

"Tsukune! You're a boy, right?" the little witch asked.

"Last I checked," he replied nervously. That kind of question rarely had a good followup.

"Well, I need you to help me figure out what sort of picture would work best for that advertising campaign!" Yukari patted the folders. "Kurumu gave me these pictures earlier on to help her sort through, but I can't make my mind up for the life of me!"

That was an oddly timed interruption, but Tsukune was the kind of guy who couldn't help but help someone. Let's see here, what did we have? The first image was of Kurumu standing in what was probably her bedroom, showing a V sign and smiling brightly for the camera. Nice, but not exactly what they wanted for an advertisement. Still, the lighting was pretty good, it put a really good emphasis on Kurumu. Her figure in particular. While she was wearing the same uniform as before, you could get a really good sense of her body. Also there was something about her eyes that seemed to be almost shining off the page.

Tsukune turned over. The next one was her lying on a bed with her hands over her head. Hair dishevelled, and a very alluring look in her eyes. Her short skirt was in danger of riding up a little, but due to the way her legs were angled you couldn't actually see anything you weren't meant to. Once again, he was caught off guard by just how... there was no other word for it. Sexy. Kurumu was a very sexy girl.

"Strange that Kurumu would have this to hand, don't you think?" Mizore interrupted. Huh? What was she doing with her fingers there? Sort of... wiggling them around? There were little flecks of snow going over the page, reflecting the light in weird ways. It sort of made Tsukune think of static on a television. It made his head feel kinda funny, and - "Why would she prepare these photos in advance? It's as if she knew she'd want to use them for something."

Yukari sniffed, and then pulled out another picture of Kurumu, holding it right in front of Tsukune's face. Oh, this one was of her exercising! Wearing a snug pair of bloomers and a snug t-shirt to boot. That shirt was practically plastered to her chest though once again, something about her eyes was definitely -

Mizore was holding a gleaming ball of billowing snow directly in front of his face. Within, he could almost see a frozen figure dancing within. A figure that seemed to be Mizore herself. Gorgeous. Stunning. Graceful. Irresistible -

Oh, and now he was seeing Kurumu step out of a shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around her. Gosh, for some reason he was more erect than he had ever been in his entire life. His brain felt like it was made of cotton all of a sudden, as if it was caught in the middle of a potent tug of war between two powerful adversaries.

One thing was for sure, though. He felt safer here in this company than he had the entire time at this school so far. Thank goodness none of these monsters were looking to eat him!

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If Moka could admit to anything at all, it was that she had no idea how much she had needed this backrub. Where had this tension come from? Was it that fight before? Was it nervousness about something? She couldn't place it, whatever it was. However, Kurumu's fingers and elbows were pushing all that tension out of her and making her feel more relaxed than she could ever remember feeling.

"I bet I know what it is," Kurumu whispered. "It's Mizore, right? She's been all over Tsukune since she came in."

"Eh?" Moka grunted. "What are you talking about?"

Kurumu's hands found their way to the back of her neck. Her Inner self piped up here, warning 'don't let anyone take your back so easily, even a trusted friend', but that was just paranoia. As if Kurumu would try anything while the others were right - Oh gosh, that hit the spot! She could get addicted to this if she wasn't careful!

"Mizore and I are old friends, but... Look, don't tell her I said anything, but she does have a habit of going after cute guys. And Tsukune - well, if you weren't so obviously sweet on each other, I'd be going after him myself."

Grk! That wasn't a pleasant thought at all for some reason. Oooh! Was Kurumu right? Was she interested in Tsukune as more than a friend? To be honest she didn't even have that much experience with friends, the notion of having a boyfriend was - It was right out!

<i>"You should have a stronger romantic partner. A friend is fine, but a lover should be able to defend themselves, and not need you - or rather me - to defend them.</i>

"Anyway, it doesn't feel nice thinking about Mizore dating Tsukune, does it?" Kurumu whispered. "Don't get me wrong, we still get on fine... but sometimes it feels like she goes after men that she shouldn't. She can be a little single minded about it, you know? And men find it hard to turn her down, so don't blame him for it."

As she spoke, Kurumu was rubbing Moka's upper back in big concentric circles, leaning in close, super close, so close that Moka could feel her boobs pressing into her back. They were pretty big boobs. Very soft, and biiiig, and Moka barely noticed when she stopped using her hands and continued the massage with only her breasts. Rubbing them into Moka's back, up and down, replacing her hands in those big concentric circles that were causing all of her worries to sort of melt out of her in a big, contented sigh.

"Here, check this out!" Kurumu whispered, sliding a photograph onto the table in front of Moka's eyes. Huh? What was this...? "As a succubus I have to practise being seductive. While it comes naturally, one should never slack off. Right?"

The picture was showing Kurumu leaning against a doorframe. Hugging into it, while staring into the camera with a weird intensity. Her eyes were radiant, bright and powerful, as though they were looking directly at Moka. Looking down, you could see that Kurumu's breasts were being thrust out, her legs slightly apart with one foot steadying herself on the opposite frame.

It was a simple picture, but Moka found herself struck by how alluring Kurumu looked. It was easy to see that she had exactly the sort of appeal that men would like.

"If you don't like the idea of Mizore seducing Tsukune... Then let me teach you how to be seductive," Kurumu said. "I'm your friend, right? It's the kind of skill that you should find useful even if you don't use it on him."

While she said that Kurumu cast a fly look over to the other three, where Yukari and Mizore were quickly exchanging hypnosis vectors. The subtle influence of Kurumu's Charm pictures, and the more potent brain melting snow globe MIzore preferred.

"Come to my room tonight and I'll teach you how to use that body of yours in a way your Inner self would never dream of," Kurumu whispered. "He'll be putty in your hands."

Putty in her hands...? Hah! That was funny. With the way Kurumu had been massaging her back, it almost felt like Moka was putty in Kurumu's hands. Oh, it was a good thing that she was a girl, or that succubus could have probably easily seduced her right now. But that was ridiculous. Everyone knew that a succubus couldn't cast a spell on women.

...Right?

Sailor Moon Titnosis

If you want to talk about people with experience at hunting demons and devils and other supernatural troublemakers you need look little further than Mana Tatsumiya. Given her age one could hardly believe it, but she is a highly skilled mercenary who is personally responsible for eliminating a vampiric mafia in Spain. She possessed a Demon Eye that allowed her to see wicked spirits for what they truly are (though friendly or benign spirits can escape her notice until they are pointed out to her) and specialised in using magical bullets with an array of different effects to help her eliminate or contain any enemy. She was a truly terrifying force to be reckoned with.

Today she was on another mission that had taken her away from Mahora Academy. A group of Youma were up to no good. Stealing energy from people to, no doubt, help awaken some eldritch abomination or other, or perhaps kickstart some insane scheme they had in the works. Normally this was something that the Sailor Senshi would deal with, but a new mysterious group had also come up out of nowhere. In truth, Mana felt that she was being hired to draw out that group. Find out more about them. Determine if they were a threat or not. The Senshi were known entities. Respected. Feared. Left alone because they were normally better equipped to deal with this unique threat.

That's why Mana thought she'd been brought in because of concerns about this new group who had appeared out of nowhere. They were going after the same enemies, and they were currently... unknown. The main question was why? It was not as if the Sailor Senshi were inadequate at their jobs. Trying to mosey in on that business was like someone trying to go to Gotham City and deal with Batman's villains. Which meant there had to be a bizarre motivation behind it. Bizarre motives and magic lead to trouble. Every time. Without fail.

All of this is why she was scouting out a likely Youma hideout. From afar. Through a sniper's scope. Mana wasn't stupid, she knew that they watched for anyone approaching these places carefully, and she'd likely be seen. The best thing to do would be this, checking it out from a distance and making sure not to get anywhere near until -

...

"You've got to be kidding me," Mana muttered, unable to believe the stupidity on display. She counted three - wait! Four girls wearing short shorts and tight tops matching the description of this new superhero group walking directly towards the hideout. She had said three initially because one of them was at least putting up an effort to be stealthy. Their backs were turned to her for the time being, so she couldn't make out any details, but this was definitely going to get ugly in a hurry.

Sure enough, a youma had teleported nearby into a blind spot and was preparing to leap out. Tsk! How troublesome. Mana considered her mission for a moment - then opened fire with her sniper's rifle, hitting the youma with a space/time bullet. He'd arrive back here in a few hours. Naturally, the girls jumped at the sound of her sniper fire, but now all attention would be on them rather than her. What, you think she was doing this to save them? She's not so sentimental. This was a chance to see what they could do, what they were about, while also weakening and testing the youma's defenses. This was pure pragmatism.

But then, as her sniper scope swept across the area to track down other youma, something quite unfortunate happened. Her scope happened to go across the jiggling, bouncy chest of one of the girls. It continued its path for about a half second... but Mana immediately brought it back, and followed that chest around as it bounced and jiggled and why couldn't she look away?

Was it because they were impossibly, imposingly large? Mana never placed any great emphasis on her physical beauty. She knew she was pretty, but that hardly mattered. Nor was she overwhelmed so easily by the beauty of others. So why? Why could she not look away from this girl's chest?

Oh, but then she flipped her shirt up. Let it lie bunched over on top of her - her tits. Her glorious, wonderful tits. It was like a religious experience.

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You know, heading directly into the heart of enemy territory without a plan had seemed like such a good idea about an hour ago while they were taking turns stuffing their faces into one another's cleavage. Out here in the field, it no longer felt like such a brilliant thought process. Kirino was out there somewhere being stealthy, ready to strike at a moment's notice. Koneko could pulverise any Youma that came their way. Index could interfere in any spells they cast. While she... uh... coordinated? Or something? It seemed like they had all their bases covered, that should have dealt with everything that titnosis wouldn't.

It should have. Except it hadn't. Let's back up a bit.

At first things were going well. The three of them would draw attention to themselves, use their tits to hypnotise any unwary youma that came to deal with them and then work their way from there. Easy. Trivial really. Koneko would keep an eye on things from afar to make sure they weren't ambushed. All seemed fine. Until the gunshot.

All three of them stood back to back at a moment's notice, waiting for an attack that never came. That had definitely been a gunshot. They all flipped their shirts in case someone was watching from afar. And then -

"Kukuku!" came across from somewhere or other. "So, you girls are using space/time magic? My, my. How clever. You can get rid of us, disorient us, and then deal with each of us one at a time at your own leisure that way, is that it? Well, two can play at that game!"

Another shot rang out, and this time Koneko pushed the other two aside so she could tank it. That was her role in the team, after all. However, when it did hit it didn't hurt her. It stuck her to the ground. It was almost like some sort of quick setting cement!

"Nnngh!" Koneko grunted and struggled... but the ground broke before this stuff did. "This is quite sturdy. Magical cement?" She was upright, but her entire torso was encased in the stuff.

"Can you disrupt it?" Naru asked Index, who shook her head.

"This stuff is nasty," Index said. "I would say it is based on an Aztec ritual -"

"That doesn't matter, can you disrupt it?" Naru asked.

"Not now, the substance is already magically strengthened," Index said. "The effect will wear off eventually, but we might be in trouble if it hits us as well."

Where had the shot come from? Like this, Koneko couldn't use her arms or her tits, and her movement might be inhibited as well. Koneko took up the lead, to help make sure they didn't get hit as well. A bit hard to see beyond the pavement stuck to her back, but... What can you do? To make sure nobody attacked from behind, Naru walked in reverse with her tits exposed, which should ensure they weren't snuck up on.

"Hahaha, that's fascinating!" the mysterious voice called out once again. "I ordered one of my most trusted underlings to spy on you as you approached, and he fell into a weird trance, muttering about your 'tits'. So? Looking at you is dangerous, is that it? Luckily for me, I don't need to rely on such things."

Huh? What did he - Yipe! What was happening now?! The - The ground beneath their feet was - It was turning into liquid right beneath them!

"Drown in concrete!" the voice called out, cackling all the while. "And that sneaky friend of yours too! Bwahahahaha!"

"Xiyauh semahsitika in tokaiko iuiquetzelcotl!" Index called out as they sank - and as soon as she finished, the concrete stopped. "Now, that I could disrupt! But... sorry, a bit too late."

She'd stopped it at the last moment, but yeah. Too late. They were all basically up to their necks already. Encased in concrete, barely able to move... Not exactly the most dignified way to go, was it? After a moment, an applause rang out, and Naru craned her neck as best she could to see. It was... something like a cross between a gentleman and a builder, as hard as that was to believe. He had a hard hat on, his sleeves were rolled up, but his clothes were the really weird part. They were dark like a suit, and had the same general design, but made of the same sort of stuff jeans are made of. It felt like he could attend either a party or a building site with a trick of the light.

"Dispelling my magic on the concrete, well done!" the Youma General sarcastically applauded. "No, no, don't get up on my account. Are you the new girls causing mischief for everyone?"

There was a shot, and then the General vanished. Completely disappeared, for no apparent reason.

"Uh, Koneko? Did you do that?" Naru called out. After a moment she got a reply.

"We need codenames!" Koneko called back. "Aren't we meant to have secret identities?"

"That would typically be a good idea," a new voice said. Oh, who was this now? Naru looked up from her hole in the ground, and found herself staring at a pretty girl. Tall, dark skinned, raven hair that cascaded down her back. She also had what looked like a sniper rifle slung over her shoulder. "I'll give you girls some advice. Quit while you're ahead. Whatever talent or ability you're using, it's clear you're not up to this."

"Oh yeah? Is that how it's meant to be?" Naru asked. "Ordinary people aren't allowed to fight back? If they get a little power, they shouldn't use it to make the world a better place?"

"A little power?" the stranger asked. "You mean, whatever is going on with your br-your boo- your tits?" She scowled. "That seems like a dangerous power. I'll get you out of that concrete, but you have to come with me to meet some people I know who might be able to help you control it better. That would be more beneficial to the world than fighting youma."

"I quite agree," said a voice from behind her. "That would be much more useful than fighting the likes of us."

The stranger ducked and rolled, but it was already too late. She was struck in the leg by a wave of concrete that came out of nowhere! She reached for her gun, but that arm was pinned down as well, and then the youma General strolled right on by her without a second glance.

"Did you like my subordinate's performance?" the General asked. "Hrmph. I guessed you had sniper support and wanted to draw them out by pretending to lose. Now, what was it you were talking about just now? Some kind of hidden power in your tits? That would explain what was happening to my underline before. A hypnotic effect, perhaps? Potent if it can affect us so easily. Tell me about it, or watch as I torment your would be saviour."

"Don't say anything!" Index pleaded. "In his hands, this power would be -"

"She is correct," Koneko added. "To say anything here would be disastrous."

"We will figure a way out of this!" Mana called out,though it was obvious she was in the same predicament as they were. "Don't give in too easily!"

"No, I won't let someone like her get hurt because we kept this secret," Naru said. "You're right. It's a hypnotic effect centred on giant tits. If a girl says the phrase 'boobicus maximus' then it activates."

"N-No, don't tell him that!" Index pleaded.

"Heh, is that all?" the General scoffed. "Interesting, interesting! It can't possibly be that simple though, can it? How did you discover this spell! Tell me! Tell me everything, now that you've told me that much!"

"I'm afraid you misunderstood something," Naru said. "Just now, you said that I was telling you, right?"

"Boobicus maximus!"

"I wasn't telling <i>you</i>." Naru corrected him. Yep. that's right. That's the reason she'd said that. This stranger had seemed like the pragmatic sort. She'd had her weapon taken away, her legs were pinned down by the youma. No other possible avenue for escape existed than to make use of this spell. It hit her right away, the same way it hit everyone so far. A rumbling in her chest that grew larger, rippling across her flesh as the spell took hold.

Underneath her clothes the swelling began, and began quickly. The General looked down just in time to see those expanding balloons burst out through her top, exposing that dark flesh to the cool air. They were, of course, splendid and perfect, just like the rest of them.

"What the - " the General sputtered, but too late. He'd already seen them. In all their splendour and glory. Oh, she even gave a little shudder of her shoulders to make them bounce around even more. How nice, how pleasant.

"How ridiculous," the stranger said. "To think that I would use this ability to escape..."

"Can't look away," the General sputtered. Sure enough, he couldn't. Of course he couldn't. Hell, Naru couldn't either. A tan set of breasts… somehow they seemed even better than their own automatically. It was new. Exciting. Different. She could hardly wait to plant her face in between them. "So this power is real... It's really potent!"

"Apparently," the stranger said. "How embarrassing. If you wouldn't mind letting us out?"

"N-No, I must resist - "

"If you let them all out, you'll see four sets of tits like these."

Oh gosh she was being pushed back to the surface so quickly that if she'd been any deeper she'd have got the bends from it. Looking around, she could see that all four of them were indeed released. There was Kirino now coming along from her hiding spot, Koneko's covering was off now too...

And now, the five of them were circling around this General with their tits exposed.

"My name is Mana, by the way," the stranger said. She gave an experimental squeeze of her newly enhanced tit and, of course, shuddered with righteous pleasure. "Pleased to meet you all. I would have you fill me in on this later."

"Yes, but for now let's find out what this General is up to," Naru said. Ohoho! Just what they needed! Someone with experience to help them out! Naru could hardly wait for them all to get back to her place so they could fill in their new, fifth recruit! For the time being though, Koneko bumped into Kirino's shoulders, causing a chain reaction where they all nudged one another, and now they were all standing in a circle around this General with tits swinging back and forth like the best, most fun pendulums in existence.

"I'm somehow not sure if this is the most ridiculous thing I've been a part of," Mana said.

"Feels nice though, doesn't it?" Index asked.

"Yeaaaaaah," Mana sighed, her eyes glazing over as she came to understand the potency and the power of titnosis.