Story: Sailor Moon Titnosis

So stick with me on this. I know, and you know, we're here for the hypno titties, but please be patient. Hear me out. Our youma group has just met Wiseman, and this is a being who knows full well that Flat is Justice, and intends to teach this lesson well to this group of youma, as well as the past and the future alike.

No, no, come back, come back. Cinder Falls had entered the room. Yes, you remember her, right? She was terrified of the potential of raw titnosis, and wanted nothing more than to limit its effect on others - Until Wiseman gave her a new opening. A means by which she could retain her sanity, her sense of self, and - Hahaha, no. She didn't get those things back at all. Instead, she had her breasts reduced to a 'flat' size, in exchange for surrendering her free will to Wiseman and becoming his loyal puppet. A devoted member of the Dark Moon Kingdom of the future, a future where every woman on Earth had mind melting mammaries, while those who denied the wonder and glory of such things were cast aside as outcasts.

But enough of a recap. Wiseman was taking his rightful seat at the head of the table, with his new head guard by his side. For those who know what Cinder is capable of in combat, you would surely agree that she is a strong commander to have indeed. For those that don't know - Let's just say that a youma had already tried to stand up to her as it was, and sorely regretted it.

"Let us see... " Wiseman began. His voice was as the grave itself made manifest. "Your strategy to turn the Sailors against this new group of heroes was not a bad one. Unfortunately, it has also made them allies. It has spread the insidious effect of titnosis further."

Cinder spit on the floor. "Flat is justice!" she said, offering a salute instantly.

"As such, the idea of setting the whole world against them also has unfortunate implications for the direction of your scheme," Wiseman said. "You may well have sent key members of the most powerful magical groups in the world directly into a situation where they become slaves to tits. They may well underestimate what they are up against, and so become a further problem for you to contend with. In short, an excellent idea on paper. In reality, you may have multiplied your problems many times over."

"Then what exactly do you suggest - " said one youma with rather less than a respectful tone. That is, until Cinder pulled down her top, exposed her nipples and aimed them right at him. He gulped and shrank down in his seat. "I mean, going up against them ourselves will have the same result, right? Our own guys get clobbered by them every time!"

"An excellent point," Wiseman conceded. "And yet, we must find a way. Flat is justice. Flat is justice. Flatness shall prevail over the disgustin, enormous, heaving bosoms that contort and twist and control the mind. Leaving men and women alike a slave to their lusts, instead of their wisdom. My proposition, then, is that we must divide and conquer. Bring to me those associated with this group of heroes, in particular those who are heaving of bosom, and I shall extract it from them. Ensure they understand the wisdom of flatness, and make use of them to counteract the disgusting power of titnosis!"

"Flat is justice!" Cinder said, once again spitting on the floor.

"But we don't know who -"

Wiseman slammed a skeletal hand upon the table, and revealed to them a picture of each of them. "Naru Osaka! Librorum Prohibitorum! Koneko Tojo! Kirino Ootori! Mana Tatsumiya! These five are the heroes who have vexed you, of late. Find their friends. Find their families. Find their colleagues. Those with large bosoms, bring them to me - and I shall ensure they understand full well that flat is justice! Flat is life! All shall be made flat, flat, flat!"

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Her name was Misaki Shokuhou, and she was quite an exceptional young lady. One of the Level 5 Espers of Academy City - and the least physically capable of them. It was hardly her fault really. Mental Out made it so that she didn't typically need anything like strength, dexterity or stamina. She could make someone else lift that heavy item, or look across the street through someone else's eyes.

That's how she knew that someone - whose mind she couldn't touch - was after her. Some people whose senses she had borrowed had noticed some odd shadows. Out of her own line of sight, but still in pursuit of her. Whoever they were, they didn't move like a human being. Perhaps some sort of artificial life form? A robot? A genetic experiment? Or something else? She wouldn't put anything past this rotten city... Especially after hearing that Misaka, of all people, had recently had something of a bust increase!

Not to mention the rumours of a pink haired troublemaker wandering the streets.

Anyway! It was about time for her to show her newfound stalker why it's not a good idea to try to get the drop on a Level 5... Not unless you have something really, really good up your sleeve. Even then. This was a set of Espers that could clear out whole modern armies by themselves. This should be interesting...

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"You've noticed, haven't you?" Rias asked her Queen. She set down her cup and looked idly out the window. "Something is coming our way."

"Ah, yes, I did notice something," Akeno replied. Rias and Akeno. Two Devils, and members of the same peerage as Koneko had come from. Rias, a crimson haired beauty with an immaculate figure, and Akeno, who was somehow even curvier. The two of them were no fools. They knew, full well, that someone was casting them an unfriendly gaze. "An intruder, perhaps?"

"A shame that Koneko is still busy," Rias tutted. "Ah... You don't suppose she's involved in this nonsense, do you?"

"It's entirely possible," Akeno answered right away. "Hrm. It seems that they waited for Issei and Kiba to be off campus, and for Sona's Peerage to be preoccupied. They seem to want the two of us alone."

"Attacking a Devil at her own home turf..." Rias shook her head. "How many are there?"

"At least a dozen. They're not weaklings either. We can't hold back."

Nor would they, for now the battle was joined....

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Yukari Tsukino - no relation to Usagi - was out for an evening jog, hoping that Hachibei would be able to bring their friend home. The messages she'd sent had been so strange. Had her family gotten involved again...? Ah... Sakurako had gone with him, at least. If only she could have brought herself to -

"Yoink!"

"Yoink...?" she wondered aloud, and then found herself being plucked off the ground by a winged monster. Of ourse, she did the sensible thing, that anyone would do in that situation, and opened her moth to scream - only for something to get dropped down over her mouth, covering it up completely.

"Wow, this one was probably the easiest to grab!" the creature cackled. "No strength to her at all, her breasts are the only good thing about her!"

"Mmmph!" the girl in question grunted. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" she tried to strike the creature, but it was not having any effect.

"Oh, can you take a thirty foot drop straight down, can you?" it asked. Oh. Oh! They were kinda high up, huh? "I mean, you'd survive. The bones in your legs might not. Kukukukuku!"

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Chizuru Naga did volunteer work at the Mahora Day care. She was quite the natural at it. Kind motherly and empathetic. All in training for her future work at a day care. Or so she had planned.

To help with the impression she gave as a naturally motherly woman... she had the biggest boobs of all of her peers (barring Mana for a certain obvious reason). I mean, those things are pretty large. All truth told, one has to wonder how she got 'em that big in the first place. Is it genetic? Is it her diet? Did she massage them every night to make them swell up?

Hard to say, but the result speaks for itself!

"Ah, my goodness, you're not here to cause trouble are you?" she said to the monster lurking in the doorway. Chizuru looked back at it, and -

And she was motherly in one other way as well. To understand what is meant by that, think... mother bear.