Story: Sailor Moon Titnosis

 

It's been a while since we last looked in on Misaka, so let's check out how she's doing. The answer to that is 'not great'.

"Huh, that's so weird," Misaka said while sorting through her clothes. "Everything I own still fits me, despite having an enormous, bouncy pair of tits that Kuroko is allowed to play with and see any time she wants!" Misaka said this with total seriousness, not a hint of sarcasm or annoyance or frustration. It was as if she was stating a fact. Like, 'the sky is blue' or that 'grass is green' or 'the live action Last Airbender movie is a godawful insult to the franchise'. You know, stuff that anyone with a functioning brain would agree with. 

Meanwhile, not too far away was Kuroko, whose own tits were on full display. She was groping them wantonly, with her eyes on the prize - That being, Misaka's backside. She was wearing her normal tiny skirt with shorts underneath. The teleporting pervert was licking her lips with sheer anticipation. She knew that Misaka was her jiggle slut already, but... Butt!

"Say, Misaka, could you do some jumping jacks~?" Kuroko asked.

"Huh? I'm in the middle of -"

"From now on, when Misaka doesn't do what I say, her tits feel really heavy, but when she does as I want, they feel really good~"

"Kuroko!" Misaka whirled around. "Just because I'm your obedient, horny and slightly stupid jiggle slut doesn't mean that -"

"Do some jumping jacks for me," Kuroko commanded. Misaka glowered at her - but then felt a tremendous weight on her chest.

"I'm not getting any homework done today, am I?" Misaka asked, and immediately hopped to it. Quite literally, as it happened. She slapped her arms down to her side, then jumped and split her legs apart while raising her hands in the air - 

And almost orgasmed on the spot. Eyes crossed. Nipples erect. The works. Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear. This was going to be a big problem, wasn't it? Kuroko could order her to do anything with her big jiggly tits - and in point of fact, she was putting her finger in the air and waving it around like a conductor, causing Misaka's tits to jiggle even as she performed jumping jacks - but now she had transitioned that into total control over everything she did!

Honestly, it felt like she should be more upset about that, but... Tits! Every time she wanted to complain, she remembered those enormous perfect tits! That pink haired slut had flashed her chest to Misaka, showed her perfection, made her realise what a dumb bitch she was being and calmed her down and tamed her and handed her leash to Kuroko!

If anything, she should be glad that her tits were nice and big and slutty! If she obeyed Kuroko enough, maybe she'd be allowed to use them to seduce a certain boy~

"Kukuku!" Kuroko chuckled. "You can stop now, Jiggle Slave onee-sama! Now! I want you to put on this reverse bunnysuit I got for your birthday! Oh, I saw the look of disappointment on your face!"

"That was disgust," Misaka corrected, gently. Yes. Total, absolute disgust. "As I recall, I also shocked you. And promised to never wear it."

"Well, you're going to wear it now, aren't you, onee sama?" Kuroko asked. She hadn't moved her hands from her tits at all. Groping them, squeezing them, kneading them with an almost religious fervour. Well now, this was a step too far! She would not be playing dress up for - 

"Wooooah!" Misaka yelped, as her tits dragged her across the room! "Kuroko! What the hell are you -"

"Let's not be disobedient, now!" Kuroko warned. "Onee-sama! I only made it so your tits would be super heavy if you disobeyed. But I could do so much worse if I wanted to."

There had to be a loophole to this. Honestly, Misaka didn't mind so much obeying anything to do with her tits, as she was Kuroko's obedient jiggle slut, but anything not to do with tits...? That was a bridge too far! There must be a loophole here to exploit. Limitations on what she could order Misaka to do, and - 

Aha... Yes, limits on what she could do...? Is that so...?

"You know, it occurs to me that you dont really want a slave, do you Kuroko?" Misaka asked. She coyishly grabbed the outfit. Urgh, look at this thing! It was a collar with attached sleeves, as well as some tights... while the middle part, the torso was left completely bare! The only thing being hidden was by your underwear. Tits, out. Pussy, on display. Despite that, Misaka was taking her time, taking off her clothes, trying her best to be all flirtatious. "You want your precious onee-sama as a partner, not a servant to wait on you hand and foot. Isn't that right?"

"Eh?" Kuroko tilted her head. "What do you mean, onee-sama. You are my jiggle slave. That is the way things are. It's the way things should always be. Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle for my personal entertainment."

And so Misaka's tits did just that. Ohhh~ Why did it have to feel so fucking good when she did that?! Alright. Okay. It seemed as though it was hardwired into Kuroko's brain that Misaka was her jiggle slave. Which meant that there was no talking her out of this.

Which meant that before she knew what she was doing, Misaka was already in the reverse bunny outfit. Tits out. No underwear. Unless you count the thong that came with the outfit. Her tits were jiggling excitedly all over the place, and -

A thought came to her. You see, you don't get to be a Level 5 if you're a slow thinker. Misaka was a pretty quick thinker, very fast at calculation. Which meant that - 

"By the way," Misaka said. "Shouldn't Judgement maybe be doing something about that pink haired slut that can use her tits to brainwash people?"

"Huh?" Kuroko snorted. "Pink haired slut...? Oh, that lady?"

"No, some other floozie with tits bigger than her head - Of course I mean her!" Misaka said. A little bit of her normal personality snuck out there for a second. "Don't you think she's dangerous? I mean, if you think about it, if she can mind whammy me to wanna jiggle my titties for you, then who knows what else she might - "

"Of course!" Kuroko said, standing triumphantly, though the effect was ruined by her self groping. "In that case, my duty is clear! I must find that stranger... and make her give me the power to control your ass as well!"

Not quite what Misaka had in mind, but it was a start.

"First though! I must use my own tits to put pasties on yours!" Kuroko announced, slapping a star shaped pastie over her tits, and approaching with obvious intent. "Hold still, this might take a few minutes to properly transfer it over. We may need to make out until the adhesion works properly."

Right. Of course they would. That wasn't sarcasm either, in Misaka's jiggled up mind, that made total and absolute sense, and she didn't intend to fight it. She'd simply let it happen as Kuroko's jiggle slave. Tongue fighting tongue, lips smooching against each other as their nipples pressed together like they were trying to fuse.

As the minutes passed by, everything became a bit of a blur. Heat shooting into Misaka’s head as the girl’s tits pressed together. The sensation was more than her brain could take. Finally after what felt like eternity, their mouths separated, a thin line of drool connecting them for a moment.

“Ahh…” Kuroko whispered, a sound between bliss and lust escaping her lips. “Hehehe… this is really paradise. My own jiggly Onee-sama slave…” The girl cupped her cheeks with her hands and shook her head from one side to the other.

“But if we are looking for that pinky… well she should be already in custody if the dorm supervisor captured her.” It was an interesting question. It seemed very unlikely that anyone could escape that woman of all people.

“Hah… then we can start there..?” Misaka answered, voice breathless even more than Kuroko.

The twin-tailed girl seemed to agree, to a degree at least. “Yep, but I think first we will need some ground rules for the future.” That didn’t sound good though. “No more boyshorts, no more non-sexy underwear! Actually, you can only wear lewd clothes that show off your body like this unless I give you permission otherwise! Ah, this is all just leaving me dripping…”

That wasn’t something MIsaka wanted to hear, neither did she want to hear what comes next. “Maybe I should have you clean me up with your tongue before we go.”