Story: Hentai Crystal

 

She was meant to be the embodiment of a Girlfriend stereotype. Overbearing. Controlling. Jealous. Imposing order onto her man's life. She was cute. She was cuddly. She was chaste, and would demand that her boyfriend be chaste as well. Oh, there would be the promise of some 'action'. Later. At a nebulous date. When they were all settled in, and married - at which point 'Girlfriend' left the scene, and 'Wife' came into being.

So she never wound up having sex. It was such a dirty, dirty thing for her. Not appropriate for a girlfriend at all! No, no, no, you keep them legs closed missy, you don't give that man his reward until he puts a ring on it. She never resented it. This was her role. It was what she did! Her very reason for being, why would she ever want to give that up?

Here's a good reason why: Sailor Jupiter's tongue tasted like sparkling water. Probably because of the electrical currents running down it and into Girlfriend's mouth. Her enormous tits were pinning Girlfriend down against a bed, so soft and enormous and magnetically powerful. She'd been the Girlfriend of girls as well, of course, but she'd always stayed chaste. Never done anything dirty. But now? Now Sailor Jupiter had electrified her bitchy mind, and -

Jupiter moved aside, and covered Girlfriend's face with her tits. Shortly after this, she felt something enter her. Deep. Deep, so deep! Something long, something girthy, something warm and powerful, splitting her apart and bringing her to life in a way she'd never imagined, never dreamed of before! Part of her knew, deep down, that she shouldn't allow this. Shouldn't welcome it so intensely as she had, and yet - And yet there was no turning back now!

"Shush now," Jupiter's voice was like an echo in her mind. Was it a sign of how enormous her tits were, that for a moment Girlfriend thought this was an echo effect from her speaking into her cleavage? "Let him work in nice and slow, then wrap those legs of yours around his waist. That's it. The two of you are as one, now!"

Yes! Yes they were! But they shouldn't be! Her job was to lead him on! Control him, tame him, break his spirit and 'fix him' as in line with the desires of Order! Not - Not this! Ohhhh, but it did feel really good! So this was sex? This was what she'd been denying herself for so, so long?!

"Now sit up and embrace him, let him hold you nice and close," Jupiter whispered. "Oh, and you! Be gentle with her, unless she wants you to go rougher. Listen to her, watch the way her body reacts and you'll work out what feels good to her, and what feels bad. Got it?"

"Y-Yes! I got it!" Shinozaki said. His hands found their way around her back, right to the centre. As if he was picking up a fragile, ancient vase that cost more than he'd made in a decade. "I love you!"

No, he didn't. He'd been conditioned to love her! She'd brainwashed him so she could use him as a weapon against Sailor Jupiter and her slutty friends! Oh, but when she felt those breasts press into her back sending yet more lightning through her body, it was so hard for her to remember that! She should be driving a wedge between their long lasting friendship! She should be causing them to become distant from one another, grow apart, head into separate lives, that's the way this was meant to work!

She shouldn't have allowed herself to become the meat in a horny sandwich between the pair of them... and she definitely absolutely should not, should not, should not be enjoying it! Ah! Jupiter was kissing her neck! Every touch from her was literally electric and interfering in her nervous system, and it wasn't even fair, it wasn't even fair, it wasn't even -

"I love you tooooooo~" she burbled while cumming around this ordinary, average boy's dick. She felt Jupiter's hands pawing at her tits. Oh. Oh! The electricity from them was bringing them to life! She was a fairly good size before, but now -

Oh, oh, no! They were - they were getting bigger! Huger! Way, way bigger than average! Shinozaki sort of sunk onto his back while she remained on her knees, Sailor Jupiter simultaneously playing with Girlfriend's boobs while rubbing her own absolutely heaving ridiculously large tits into her back. They were surely the size of a baby elephant each, or at least that's how it felt! There was a circuit between their nipples. A connection, something passing between them, something- Absolutely magical and amazing and she didn't think she could give it up, and- And!

"There we go, isn't that better?" Sailor Jupiter asked, pulling away while Girlfriend ground her hips up against her boyfriend's, taking his dick into her and - Oh! Ooooh, yes! That's it that's it that's it that's it she needed needed needed this soooo badly! "You were pent up and in denial, weren'tcha? That's why you were such an unrelenting bitch! You weren't allowed to fuck. So you got pent up. You couldn't have sex so you took it out on the rest of the world!"

"Sex is goooood~" Girlfriend sang, pounding her body down onto it now. Ah! Ah! Look! He's changing too! Instead of a skinny ordinary boy, he was becoming a real studmuffin! Or - Or maybe her vision was distorted? Yes, that made more sense actually! Yes, only her body had changed, and now she was seeing a truly handsome devil down there. Whatever the case may be, one thing was certainly true.

Girlfriend loooooved sex!

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So, it's a funny thing to think about, but remember what Girlfriend thought she was earlier on? The personification of a bitchy controlling girlfriend, right? One that didn't put out, but pretended that they would eventually if they got married?

Well... Something funny was happening all across the world. That exact kind of girlfriend had jumped on their man with the intention of getting busy. In Italy, a woman named Beatrice had been henpecking her boyfriend Leonardo, trying to get him to stop going to that gaming group because there was a pretty girl who also went.

The next minute, she was calling that girl up to see if she wanted a threesome. All the while, her breasts were getting bigger, heavier, more needy, sensitive and she was so fucking horny that all she wanted to do right now was ride her man's cock until dawn.

In Mexico a man named Alejandro was watching yet another argument between his girlfriend and a colleague of his at work, who simply did not get on with one another at all. Ah, he dearly adored his sweet Valentina, but she did not respond very well to other women in his life.

Then, she seemed to suddenly sparkle with electricity, as she kissed his colleague Regina on the mouth. At first Regina did not seem to like it, but that very rapidly changed... and then Valentina's chest, already impressive, became even more so, and the two of them turned to him with a very hungry gleam in their eyes.

In India, in China, Canada, Europe, all of Asia, the Americas Europe, Africa, the Australian continent, all across the world scenes like these were repeating as girlfriends just like that all spontaneously seemed to transform into nymphomaniacs, eager - happy even - to share their man with some other hot piece of ass that came their way. It wasn't every girlfriend on the world, mind. Not even half, nor a quarter or a tenth - merely a particular <i>type</i>, of which there were (unfortunately) quite a few globally. They'd all spontaneously changed in just that exact way, which of course should lead to an interesting question.

What about all of the Nuns? Or the Doctors, for that matter? Had those changed in the same - yes, actually. They had. This was the unknowing effect that the Sailor Scouts were having on the world without realising it. Their newfound horny energy had gone global... and was unknowingly making LIbra much, much more powerful and influential than it yet realised.

But hey, you know what? We know about it, now. So let's enjoy ourselves some good old fashioned dramatic irony shall we?