Story: It's Fate

 

There's a bit from V For Vendetta that comes to mind every now and then. It's in the comic - not so sure it's in the movie. It's from this moment where a security officer works out that V has hacked into their computer system from the back end, and is using that to spy on them. He rushes off to tell his boss, little realising that the man is besotted by the brilliant machine. He tells him that the being he loves has betrayed them all at a fundamental level and as he rushes to the room to tell that man of this news, V narrates, talking of love and betrayal, and how in the attempt to rush to stop disaster, one can wind up causing another one.

So, Namiyo was planning to meet with Eito in an attempt, however desperate, to put a cold stop to her (inevitable) lesbian harem. Surely he knew something, right? He'd been messing with this computer stuff longer than her, right? Thing was, he wouldn't be home now - so where the hell would he rationally be?

Alright. Let's think. Think about it for a moment - Hold up, hold up... She was seeing three familiar girls travelling together while running down the street. Sae, Yoshi, Ai. Namiyo swallowed hard at the sight of them, and reflexively moved to hide - except... Maybe that wasn't the best response here?

They were up to something. That's what her instincts were saying. Her eyes darted around and around. Oh no... That's right, isn't it? They must be looking for something to activate. A hidden contraption! A concealed perverted contraption that could do... God only knows what!

"I am the arbiter of my own fate," Namiyo whispered. "I have free will. I make my own decisions. A machine has not, cannot perfectly model me and the entire fucking universe to the point it knows what will happen next!"

She slapped herself twice on the face, patting her cheeks with both hands at the same time, then stalked after the three who were, ostensibly and unwillingly, part of her 'harem'. Yuck. She hated how that sounded. Hated, hated, hated it!

...They were really cute girls, though...

Bad Namiyo! Bad, bad, bad!

Anyway, they were going into the local library, for some reason. Alright. Deep breath. What's this all in aid of, then? She bit her lip, and kept her head low while stalking after them, creeping along, step by step, keeping her distance as they entered the -

Whap!

"No creeping in the library!"

She'd been bopped on her head by a stern figure. A woman wielding a rolled up newspaper. Rake thin, peering through glasses down at her. She was wearing a grey pantsuit which was completely unflattering. Like the woman had heard this is what professional women wore, and just kinda... went with it without knowing the reason behind it.

"S-sorry Miss - " she began to apologise, and then got whacked again.

"Quieter!" the woman hushed at her.

"Sorry miss Fumi..." she whispered back to her. Oooh, this woman was a pain in the ass. She could find any book in this place. Give her your normal reading list, she'd come out with a new recommendation.

"Be better in future," Miss Fumi sniffed quietly and slunk back to her desk, where her eyes were watching, always watching. It was a recurring joke that she needed to get laid, pronto, but in all honesty it was hard to imagine anyone wanting to touch her. Not with that attitude.

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This might come as a surprise, but Kyoko Fumi had a hot date tonight. She was quite certain this one would get her itch scratched. That pretty blonde from the supermarket, who thought she was straight. Kyoko sniffed, fully in work mode now. 

Everyone must wear a mask at work, you see. A persona you put on, a mask you wear so that other people you work with can begin to respect you. As she worked in a library, and might she say that she enjoyed it as well, she could hardly present herself as her true self. 

And that true self was a party animal that liked to find straight girls and make them wet. 

She'd picked this ill fitting pantsuit to keep her body hidden. She knew how the girls talked about her. Well, they'd talk to her a bit differently at night if they saw her in that cute red skirt and that matching top that showed just a tiny hint of navel. She might not have the biggest breasts around, but that's why she never placed emphasis on her bust. An artist works with the canvas they have, and - 

Oh dear, was Namiyo following those three? Tsk, tsk. Whatever were they up to? Kyoko sighed wearily, hoping that she would not have to eject the whole lot of them.

There was a group in today, you see. Over in the meeting room, sequestered off to the side, was a local woman's football team. They'd rented the room for today's usage for the very first time, and she was, shall we say, quite anxious about keeping them as regular customers.

... Not because of the fact that he could hit on them. Did you not pay attention? She does not flirt at work. She's interested in the additional money, because - frankly, public services like libraries are often first on the chopping block when budget cuts are coming down from local councils. They can use any money they can get.

As such, she'd have to keep a close eye on them herself. She moved from her desk to an aisle nearby, where she could discretely keep an eye on them. She'd mastered the art of seeming busy while actually keeping an eye on potential troublemakers. Sometimes they worked out they were being surveilled and backed off - which was all to her benefit in the end.

"Is that it here?" whispered Miss Sae. "Come on, Kyoko's totally stalking us."

"Hang on, hang on..." Miss Ai whispered back. What were they looking for...? If they'd asked her, she could have directed them right to the book. As it stood just now, she ought to step in and - 

"Oy!" Namiyo suddenly hushed. She put her hands on Yoshi and Ai's shoulders, making them jump. "What are you three up to? It better not be anything -"

"Eep!"

Sae stumbled out of shock, and managed to catch herself before she fell. Where did she land? Why, upon a musty old globe that had been here much longer than Kyoko had. Nobody ever used it. Nobody ever seemed to know why it was there, but even so, nobody had thought to move it - 

But Sae had managed to set it rolling. How strange. There was a sort of... clanking sound, like a chain being pulled. It almost seemed to be coming from behind this wall...?

Suddenly, bright pink energy light shone out, filling every corner of the library for a moment, perhaps nothing more than a fraction of a second, but it left Kyoko's gaze with an odd hue. She blinked and took her glasses off. Rubbed at her eyes, and then put them back on, before turning her attention to the four girls, who were sheepishly looking at her as if they knew exactly what was coming.

"Alright girls, that's enough horseplay. Horseplay. Horseplayhorseplayhorseplay -"

Suddenly, somehow, Kyoko felt stuck on the word. She could not get past it. Her breathing fell shallow. She felt... peculiar, to say the least.

And then, it started. She noticed a strange pressure in her chest. That's the first thing she noticed. The second was... Each of the girls in front of her had something remarkable happening. Their bust sizes were... to put it simply, growing.

"Oh... oh my," Yoshi breathed, her eyes widening, her fingers instinctively cupping the burgeoning mounds. Her breasts swelled, not just outward, but upward, filling the fabric, pushing against it with an urgent, delightful pressure. The buttons of her blouse groaned, then popped, scattering across the floor as her chest blossomed, growing with an astonishing speed. Her nipples hardened, sensitive points of pure bliss, as her rapidly expanding flesh stretched and tightened, a joyous ache spreading through her.

Sae, still with her finger on the globe, let out a soft moan. The same golden light enveloped her, and her small, demure chest began to rise. Her eyes fluttered shut, a blissful smile gracing her lips as her breasts pushed out, her bra straps snapping with a soft twang. She arched her back, a silent gasp escaping her as the sensation intensified, a wave of profound, erotic pleasure washing over her. Her nipples, now exquisitely sensitive, peaked as her breasts grew, filling out her shirt, then pushing beyond it, each one expanding to the size of a ripe melon, then larger, ever larger, until they were almost comically huge, yet felt utterly perfect, utterly hers.

Ai, too, was caught in the glow. Her hands flew to her own chest, her fingers splaying wide as her breasts, previously modest, began to swell with an almost aggressive enthusiasm. A shiver ran through her, a delicious current of sensation that made her knees buckle slightly. Her blouse tore open, unable to contain the magnificent expansion, revealing skin that flushed pink with heat and arousal. Her nipples, now hard and prominent, tingled with every breath she took as her chest grew, pushing outwards, upward, until each breast was a magnificent, voluptuous globe, easily matching the size of her head, quivering with delightful weight.

Namiyo stared, her jaw slack. This wasn't a mere "perverted contraption." This was... magnificent. And then, the hum reached her.

It wasn't just the three girls. The golden light, subtle at first, began to spread, seeping through the bookshelves, bathing the entire library in its warm, sensual glow. Namiyo felt it first as a faint warmth in her own chest, a tickle that quickly escalated into a delicious ache, a profound sense of fullness. Her eyes widened, her hands flying to her own modest chest as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her.

"No... no, no, no!" she whispered, but the protest was weak, almost a purr. Her blouse, which had felt a little too loose just moments ago, suddenly strained. The fabric stretched, pulled, then gave way with a series of soft rips, unable to contain the glorious, rapid expansion. Her breasts, previously small and unremarkable, began to swell, pushing outwards, upwards, filling with a tingling, exquisite sensation that made her moan. A deep, primal pleasure bloomed within her as they grew, firming, rounding, becoming exquisitely sensitive to every touch, every breath. They swelled past the size of grapefruits, then melons, her nipples hardening into luscious buds, until each magnificent orb was a perfect, voluptuous sphere, easily as large as her own head, heavy and glorious, swaying with every movement. A gasp escaped her, a sound of pure, unadulterated delight.

And then, Miss Fumi stiffened. She'd felt it too. A curious warmth, a tingling sensation spreading through her chest. She glanced down, her stern expression crumbling into one of utter shock. Her ill-fitting grey pantsuit top was suddenly... tight. No, not just tight. It was straining, pulling at the seams, the fabric groaning under an unseen, yet undeniably pleasurable, pressure. Her small, demure breasts, which she'd always considered an afterthought, were now blossoming, expanding with a delightful urgency.

Her eyes, usually so sharp and critical, softened, glazed over with a dawning pleasure. Her hands, usually holding a stern ruler or a rolled-up newspaper, drifted to her chest, her fingers splaying wide, cupping the rapidly burgeoning mounds. A soft, almost involuntary sigh escaped her lips as her breasts swelled, pushing outwards, upwards, filling her shirt, then bursting its buttons with a series of sharp pops. The grey fabric tore, revealing skin that flushed with a vibrant, erotic pink. Her nipples, previously flat, hardened into prominent, sensitive points, aching with a profound, delicious pleasure as her chest continued to grow. Each breast became a magnificent, weighty globe, expanding with an unstoppable force, until they were easily the size of her head, firm, round, and exquisitely sensitive, swaying with a life of their own. A low moan rumbled in her throat, a sound she'd never thought she was capable of making.

Even in the sequestered meeting room, the women of the local football team let out a chorus of gasps, exclamations, and delighted squeals as their own chests began to swell, their athletic tops and sports bras shredding under the delightful, unstoppable growth. Their breasts, once toned and firm, became soft, rounded, and exquisitely sensitive, expanding with a wave of pure, erotic pleasure until each woman found herself cradling two magnificent, head-sized globes of pure, quivering flesh. The air in the library was thick with the scent of aroused women, the sounds of fabric tearing, and the delighted moans of profound, unexpected pleasure.

Namiyo, now struggling to maintain her balance under the delightful, enormous weight of her new chest, looked at the three girls, then at herself, then at Miss Fumi, whose stern mask had utterly shattered, replaced by a look of wide-eyed, panting ecstasy.

"I am the arbiter of my own fate," Namiyo whispered again, but this time, the words were punctuated by a blissful giggle. "I have free will. I make my own decisions... but oh, this decision feels so, so good!" Her head lolled back, a blissful smile on her face as she instinctively cupped one of her magnificent, head-sized breasts, the sensation sending shivers of pure delight through her entire being. "Bad Namiyo? No... Good Namiyo!"