Story: UY Dream Jumper

 

 
As much fun as it was having Ryuunosuke sitting in his lap while he helped her learn how to wear a bra, alas, all good things must come to an end. He could hardly step forward without reaching the goal eventually, not without Ryuunosuke figuring out eventually just what he was up to. In time, she got the knack and no longer needed his help. Still, Ataru had enjoyed every single moment of it, and would treasure it forever. More to the point though - it had given him ideas for what to do next.

"How do I look?" Ryuunosuke asked. She gave a little twirl in place, the skirt lifting ever so slightly. Not enough to be fun, but it did make her seem cute and girly, even if for only a fleeting moment. Then the moment ended as she stopped her twirl and dropped into a wide legged stance, with her back hunched forward a little and her arms hanging by her side... Even though there were obviously breasts there under that uniform now that she wasn't tying them down, she still gave off the impression of a really cute guy wearing

"Being girly is more than the clothes you wear," Ataru said. "It also comes down to body language as well. Try walking towards me."

Ryunosuke shrugged and took a few steps. Wide steps, lots of swinging from the arms. Very manly! Ataru held out his arms into an X and  shook his head.

"No, no, no!" he said, and she stopped mid-stride, frowning at him. "Hold on, hold on, your body language is all wrong still! Here, let me -"

He reached for her hips and ate an elbow to the head for his trouble. Ouch! Even though this was a dream, that really hurt! Ataru bounced off the ground, and she kicked him away. Ah, a fleeting panty shot, how ni~ice! he tumbled a little but was back in front of her in the blink of an eye. Dream logic is the best!

"Oy, oy now, enough of the touchy feely crap!" Ryuunosuke warned. "I let you do it with my bra because I had no choice, but this just feels like an excuse!"

"Eh? You turned down my offer for help like that?" Ataru whined. Her brow furrowed. "Oh, okay! I guess it makes sense! Fine, fine! Let's try something else. Would you feel more comfortable with feminine assistance?"

He snapped his fingers, and - et voila! Miss Sakura appeared in front of them! Wearing snug bloomers and a very slightly too small t-shirt! Yes, yes, Sakura 'gym' version is definitely going in the win column. The beauty unpeeled a banana and offered it to Ryunosuke, who began to suckle on it in a quite suggestive way, seeming oblivious to what she was doing.

"Alright, now, watch Sakura carefully," Ataru said. Sakura put a hand to her hip, while the other continued - oh, this is internal monologuing so let's not be so timid - to hold onto the metaphor for his penis so she could felate it. In turn, Ryunosuke copied her. "Now step." And so Sakura stepped forward. "See how she moves? A smaller step forward with her legs closer together. And step. Notice the way her hips are moving as well? And step. Graceful, poised -"

"Ack!"

Oh, Ryu-chan lasted longer than expected before tumbling over. Naturally, Ataru was in position to catch her, and he held her there for a moment as if he was dipping her in the middle of a ballroom dance. How sweet of him, how romantic.

"Get off me, ya creep!" Alas, still too boyish to enjoy the experience. That was fine too, it was part of her appeal! "It's this skirt, I can't quite move the way I want to in this skirt..."

"Then why not try something else?" Ataru offered, sweeping back his hand and reminding her of the conveyor belt of girly clothing. "Might I suggest some gym clothes like Miss Sakura? You might find it easier to move in those."

"Yeah, that makes sense... No peeking while I'm changing!"

Off she went with those big stomps, grabbing the bloomers from the conveyor belt and - a big smile split her face just then. Oh, how precious! No really, that was a rare and precious thing. She then grabbed a shirt and scooted off to the changing room, leaving Ataru alone. With the script. Kukuku! Obviously, he couldn't make her do anything against her will, per se, as she was aware this was a dream. On the other hand, there was a funny little something he'd noticed before. Something he was going to exploit for his own benefit. A few minor tweaks while she was gone - and he finished up just in the nick of time before she threw the curtain back and stood there, awaiting his approval.

Well, let's see here shall we? Snug bloomers that almost looked painted on? Check. A t-shirt that showed off a hint of tummy? Check! Clung firmly to her large boobs? Big check! In fact, he would check it twice, maybe three times!

"Let's try that again, shall we Ryu-chan?" Ataru said. She nodded confidently, and let Sakura stand in front of her yet again. Ataru himself stood off to the side and watched. One step, wiggle. Second step. Wiggle. Third step - down she went! Like a sack of potatos, but her Prince Charming Ataru Moroboshi was there to save her from a nasty spill yet again.

"I said get your mitts off!" Ryunosuke yelled, then stamped her foot in frustration. "Urgh! That's so damn hard! How do chicks keep their balance like that?"

"If you want, I could help you keep your - " Ataru began to offer, but Ryunosuke's withering gaze stopped the sentence cold. "Oh, fine, fine! Let's try it this way instead."

Onto the next stage of his plan. Kukuku, this was going to be so good! Out of the stuff dreams are made of, two more girls appeared on either side of Ryunosuke. Lum and Shinobu. Similarily attired to her. The two of them coyly waved at Ataru while sucking on a banana, with Lum offering one to Ryu-chan as well. She took it and began to deep throat it as well, not seeming to notice that it occasionally turned from whiteish yellow to fleshy pink.

"Try taking a step forward now," Ataru said. Lum and Shinobu were standing either side of her, really close. As in, hip to hip close. You couldn't shine a laser between the distance between these three girls at any point, it was pretty much a wall of female flesh from Lum's right shoulder to Shinobu's left. With Sakura in front, and the two girls pinning her in place, when Ataru clapped - As Sakura stepped forward, Lum and Shinobu did in unison. Ryunosuke tried to mimic Sakura as well... but this time, since Lum and Shinobu were right there too, their hips guided and controlled Ryu-chan's. Guiding her. Keeping her on track.

"Do you feel that?" Ataru asked. Another step. Lum and Shinobu guided Ryu-chan's hips into moving in the right way. "Do you feel the way your body is moving?" Step, rotate, wiggle. "Embrace it, Ryu-chan." Step, rotate, wiggle and suck. "Let your body learn from this." Step, rotate, wiggle, suck. The banana was now a penis full time, instead of metaphorically. After a few more minutes of this absolutely delightful display, Ataru snapped his fingers. Lum and Shinobu disembarked from Ryu-chan, creating some space between them - and success! Like a parent pulling away from a bicycle while their young child rides it, the ultimate tomboy was now walking like a regular girl! Well... If by regular you mean "pretty horny", which to Ataru's book was definitely an improvement. Both Lum and Shinobu trailed back, circling Ataru and giving him bedroom eyes. Sorry ladies, we have other fish to fry right now.

"You wanna be like her, right?" Ataru asked. Lum and Shinobu's clothes changed before his eyes, from cute gym clothes to sexy belly dancer outfits. He sat upon a chair, and had Lum and Shinobu dance for him, a platform appearing beneath them, which in this world of dreams was able to hover without issue, following behind Ryu-chan wherever she and Sakura walked. "You want to be like Miss Sakura, right?"

Nod, nod. Of course you do. Sakura is the ideal woman, right?

"Oh, she's putting a little more wiggle in her step!" Ataru said, quite excited by this prospect. "How about it, Ryu-chan. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yeah..." she replied sleepily. And then... she did exactly that. Nice! Very nice! Absolutely nice! It really was amazing, wasn't it? How superb Ryu-chan's body was when you could normally hardly tell that she was a girl!

"You wanna be like me too, doncha?" Lum asked, and Ryu-chan nodded. Kukuku! That's right, that's right! "I'm pretty, and I'm feminine, and nobody mistakes me for a boy. Not ever!"

"How about me?" Shinobu asked. "i'm a perfectly ordinary girl!" Who was wearing a bellydancer's costume and grinding her butt right in Ataru's face. "You want to be like me too, right?"

"So girly, so feminine, wanna be like ya..." Ryu-chan mumbled. Yes, that's right. Accept it into your heart. Even though you weren't looking at either of them, you were accepting the idea of being like these three into your heart! While she could freely resist any alterations Ataru made to the script now that she was aware she was in a dream, the act of copying or wanting to be like these things made of dreamstuff was inviting all sorts of things into her heart and soul. You want to be like them? Well, these three all dearly love Ataru from the bottom of their hearts and want to show off their bodies to him! Why, he'd written as much in their character notes! Alongside 'doesn't mind if Ataru touches her' and 'it feels really good when Ataru touches her'.

Soon enough Sakura reached a pole and started to hang off it - then began a simple pole dance right there and then. Ryu-chan gasped, and soon found herself holding onto a pole of her own. Biting her lip, hesitation took hold... but she started to follow suit as well, copying Sakura's movements and showing quite the natural athletic talent in the process. So engrossed in copying Sakura that she barely even noticed when Lum and Shinobu joined them in dancing on their own poles.

Ah, it was nice for things to go his way for once. Ataru could only hope that he could keep this lucky streak going! Now, how to deliver the finishing touches...?