Story: Code Cocknosis

Were Lelouch of but a week ago to see the state of the student council room now, he would hardly believe his eyes. The council was laying around the room without a stitch of clothing on their bodies. Nina and Milly laying next to Rivalz, rubbing their now enormous tits along the sides of his enormous shaft. Shirley and Kallen doing the same for Lelouch's. Covered in a thin layer of sweat and one another's body fluids. Happy. Content. Sexually satisfied. It was a scene that went above and beyond any of Milly's dirtiest jokes. It was an outright orgy. A scene of absolute sexual depravity and hedonism. Lelouch would have been appalled to find himself in such a state...

But then, his eyes would linger upon the heaving bosoms of those girls. He would note that they were greatly enhanced. He would note that both his and Rivalz were carrying packages far larger than a man should be capable of carrying. And then - He would fall under their influence as well. That Lelouch, so full of disdain and disgust for this turn of events, would find himself inexplicably aroused and distracted, falling under the power of titnosis and cocknosis alike.

Enough of this hypothetical Lelouch. What of this one? Staring at the ceiling, receiving an enthusiastic double titjob, dreaming of his next step? Oh yes, his next step. To make the world a gentler place, to have his revenge upon the Empire that wronged him, he would need to rethink carefully on what he must do next.

Cornelia had laid a trap for him using this power. It was clear that she was adept at using it, and had likely gleaned a great deal from this encounter. Not least his identity, and that of his allies. It would be but a matter of time before she tracked him down at this point. Which meant he had to come up with a countermeasure.

Yes, a countermeasure. It would not be easy. It would, in fact, be very damned difficult. Yet that is what he must do. He would need allies for this. More than the council. More than Kallen's group of resistance members. More, much more, enough to combat an army, enough to bring a full counterattack to bear!

As he thought this, a whisper of a ghost with green hair flitted around his head, whispering in his ear. Directing him. Guiding him. Instructing him on what needs to be done.

Yes, yes, that was it. Of course. He knew what needed to be done. It was obvious. It was extremely obvious, when you really thought about it. He had already made major strides in seizing control over the school's main clubs, but stopped when Cornelia had begun to put others under her control instead via her public broadcast. Now that the event is over...

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The students of Ashford Academy bustled into the assembly hall with no small amount of curiosity. Milly Ashford, calling for a public address like this? That normally only happened when she had something exciting to do. An event of some sort. Even then, she would normally use the school tannoy to make that announcement. For her to want them all in the assembly hall like this left them all a bit confused about the reasoning.

"I heard the student council was at the pool when shit got real," one girl whispered, as gossip was inevitable.

"You think it's tied to that?" another asked. "Huh, maybe they're helping the police with their enquiries, and want some extra witnesses?"

"Then why call an assembly? She could always do it over the tannoy."

Nobody had a realistic expectation of what this was about. How could they? Predicting that mind was like mapping a labyrinth blindfolded. You never knew where it might leap to next - and that was honestly a big part of the fun for most of them. Following Milly's wild and crazy lead, seeing what bonkers task she had in mind for them next, it was always a wild ride and none of them wanted off.

Before long, the entire student body was present, and Milly herself came out onto the stage. Several of the eyelines of the students - male and female alike - went straight to her chest. A few thougth in passing that she seemed to be quite a bit larger than usual, but put it down to their imagination. There had been something of a growth spurt of late, even from those who should have long stopped growing.

Besides, the image of Cornelia in that swimsuit for those advertisements still lingered in their mind. That was a hard image to shake. In contrast, Milly in uniform didn't compare.

"Hellooooo, everyone!" Milly cheered into the microphone, and enthusiastically waved. "Now, I'm sure you're all wondering why your wonderful student council president brought you all here today. First off, no - it's not because I crave attention, or want to reward you for good behaviour with my glorious presence."

Anyone else saying such things would come off as conceited. Milly Ashford was charming enough that it came off as the joke it was intended to be. She flicked her hands through her golden, radiant hair and flashed a winning smile at them all.

"The truth is - we're setting up a festival a bit early this year! Whoo! It's gonna be a big event! The event of the season! We're gonna blow Cornelia's pool party out of the water! But! We're gonna need your help to do it."

That got a few people muttering. A bigger event than... that? It seemed impossible, but several of the student body were already applauding. Please ignore the glazed over looks in their eyes, and the fact they all seem to be from an assortment of the most popular clubs on the campus.

"Now, you're probably wondering exactly what we want you to do to help out," Milly continued, a fresh gleam in her eye. Here it comes. The wacky contest. THe lights lowered. The doors to the hall closed. The projector came down. It wasn't really needed, it was a bright enough projector already, they could always see it plain as day. However, this did have the effect of focusing all their attention on it. All eyes focused on that singular projector screen - as it was suddenly replaced with the girls of the student council, all of them wearing hard hats, tank tops and snug shorts.

<i>"Gee, it sure is hot out there today, huh Kallen?"</i> Shirley asked while fanning herself down. Indeed, you could plainly see that she had worked up a sweat. The beads of sweat rolling down her arm were plain to see - but they were also not what anyone was focusing on.

<i>"It sure is,"</i> Kallen said, stretching out and <b>boing boing</b> those tits practically leaped out of the screen to grab their attention. <i>"We're having to do all-"</I> Kallen swayed left. <i>"This-"</i> Kallen swayed right. <i>"Work so that everyone can enjoy our festival. Will we even get it ready in time?"</i>

Nina adjusted her glasses, put her hands on her hips and thrust out her tits, ripping the material of her tank top a little in the process. Nobody seemed to mind or notice or react to this fact in any way.

<i>"According to my calculations, the only way we'll get it ready in time is if everyone pitches in. Of course, they should be given a wonderful reward for doing so."</i>

All three girls then turned to the camera and leaned over, exposing the seemingly endless valley of down cleavage from the gap between their necks and the fabric. None of them were wearing a bra. With hands on their knees and cute smiles on their faces, they all begged and pleaded for the student body to pitch in, do their part, don't they want the reward?

The image vanished after about five minutes of that, then the lights came on and by the time they did, Milly Ashford was standing on stage rubbing lotion on her tits. Her enormous, heaving tits, which she made sure to bounce and jiggle around, hefting them, squeezing them, covering every square inch of her perfect round flesh with shiny lotion.

"So, do we have any volunteers?" she asked, knowing the answer full well. "Just to be on the safe side, why don't we watch the sequel to that movie, Student Council Lotion Fight. I think you'll enjoy it."

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Lelouch trusted Milly to take care of the student body. It was rather her area of expertise. Now for his. He had already been in  a sort of indirect contact with Kallen's resistance group, but now it was time for them to meet him face to... Mask, as it were.

"I feel as though I'm being watched," Lelouch whispered to Kallen.

"Yeah, well, a Britannian around these parts tends to stand out," Kallen replied. "They either come here because they want to pick a fight, or because they're looking for easy cheap labour... Or they're selling something illegal. Not usually good news having your sort around."

Indeed. On the other hand, Kallen's features allowed her to pass convincingly as either Britannian or Japanese with a simple change of hairstyle. Lelouch was quite literally as Britannian as they came. Why, his birth name even had the Empire's name within it. He hadn't used that name in a long time, but that was beside the point.

Fortunately, only a fool of some description would dare attempt to accost a Britannian wandering the ghetto, as such would bring down the hammer of law enforcement on all of them. Such fear disgusted Lelouch. Not them for feeling it, but for the Empire imposing it. An Eleven wandering the streets of Tokyo would have to watch their back and ensure they took care not to gain the attention or the ire of any Britannian, for if they did, it would be their neck on the line and they'd have to sit there and take it.

You see the difference? The difference between those who tread and those who do the treading? Between the bullies and the bullied? The oppressors and the downtrodden? Well, one might say that Lelouch was being a mite hypocritical here - after all, was he not using his enormous cock to entrap the mind of the unwary? Was he not sating newfound lust upon those whose mind his ridiculous, impossible genitals reduced to mere slag?

Well... To his mind sometimes one must commit a lesser evil to overcome a greater one. While it is true that evil would remain in the world after doing so, you will have at least decreased evil. Is that not better than allowing the great evil to thrive? Of course, he knew full well that some might disagree on the nature of the greater evil...

In any event, he soon found himself at the residence of one Kaname Ohgi. No sooner did Kallen open the door, than a most fascinating sight came before his eyes. There were four people in here. Two of whom were quite familiar to Lelouch. The two Japanese, rather less so.

The man was most likely Kaname Ohgi, a rather ordinary average seeming Japanese man. If one discounted the enormous penis he was putting to good work, bending Villetta Nu over the counter in what must be his kitchen, making her squeal like a pig in the process.

Simultaneously, there was Prince Clovis on his bed, with a busty Eleven riding him from on top cowgirl style. Both Britannians were smiling widely, being ravaged as they were. So this was where they were being kept out of sight? Yes, this would likely suffice. Anyone outside must be assuming it's a pair of newlyweds, or some such.

"That's Ohgi," Kallen gestured towards the man. "And that's Inoue. Apparently she had a 'forbidden' kink for Prince Clovis."

"Oh, fuck! I hate your fucking guts for everything you've done!" Inoe moaned. "I shouldn't find you hot, but it's such forbidden fruit!"

Right then. To each their own. Lelouch was hardly in a position to kinkshame. What he did do was drop his trousers, and will himself fully erect so that he could instantly command their attention.

"Greetings," he said, once they caught sight of his enormous upright shaft. "I am here to guide you towards Japan's liberation. Listen to me, and listen closely, and together we shall overthrow Britannia!