For quite a while now Misaka had wanted a bigger bust. Not for any special reason or anything! Certainly not for some weirdo troublemaking boy who couldn't keep his nose out of her business to save his -
Anyway! The point was, she hadn't expected in her wildest nightmares a scenario like this. Looking down, she couldn't even see her feet anymore as they pounded the pavement. It was astonishing. Touma was a fair bit bigger than her, so his shirt hadn't reached breaking point yet. But her bust was still visibly stretching against the fabric and the Level 5 was getting more and more aware of the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. People were starting to peek in her direction and give the Railgun curious looks, especially a few of the males in the area.
Looks that earned them the kind of death glare that only an irate Level 5 could provide. Sill, this was bad. Very bad. They were growing and swelling with no signs of stopping. She knew it was possible for there to be too much of a good thing but - Nng! Why did they have to be growing in sensitivity as well?! And jiggling, and softness... Gah! What a nightmare!
Then before her eyes, salvation appeared. Misaka might not be religious, but she could certainly be thankful to the universe at large for giving her this precious gift of liberation. With one hand crossed over her chest in a vain attempt to control the wild, untamed boobs and the other pressing hard against the door, Misaka pushed her way inside a clothes store, where she was sure she could find something to wear until this weird effect wore off!
"Hello and welcome to - Goodness gracious! I know you modern girls want bigger busts, but please be more careful if you want to use the Bust Upper!"
Oh yes, that urban legend. Bah, she'd never even managed to find it. Not that she needed it any more. Misaka made a beeline for the girl's section, her natural sense of style immediately rooting for anything she'd more usually wear.
Namely: clothing that would more suit a girl half her age. For all that Misaka was tough and seemed mature, deep down she really wasn't anything of the sort. Hence, the first thing she pulled out was a big t-shirt with a really big cutesy pig face printed on it. She held it up to her chest, and immediately saw it wouldn't fit. So away it went.
"Come on, there's got to be something in here that'll - Kya! So cute!" she cooed. "Too small! No!"
Shortly after this Misaka experienced an effect known quite well to economists. Quite often a person in need of something will have very high standards of what they want, but when they can't find it they start to lower those standards until they find something that fits their needs. The important part here is that they don't merely 'want' the item in question but 'need' it. If they only 'want' it, then they can give up on their search when they don't find it, but since they 'need' it giving up is not an option.
"Th-this is kind of cute?" Misaka told herself, while holding up a blouse with flowery designs. Yes, it was definitely cute. Not quite the kind of cute she liked, but she could go with - Guh! Too small! If she'd found it about half a minute ago it would have fit, but it was just a bit too small now! Not that she had quite that exact of an awareness of her growth speed.
She continued her search, and the rate of lowering her standards sharply increased when a tearing sound caught her attention. Oh no! She was reaching the limits of Touma's shirt.
"Woah, check her out," said a boy about ten seconds away from getting a small static shock.
"Damn, she's really cute. Think she's interested in hanging out?" asked another boy, who was really asking for a zap.
She could tell at a glance what their intentions were. Normally their praise for how cute she was would probably have been met with a bit of a blush and some stammered denial, especially since they were both kind of handsome and solidly built. Trouble was their eyes were a bit too blatantly focused on the cause of her misery right now.
Another tearing sound interrupted her considerations and caused her eyes to widen in horror. Standards be damned! She had to find something - anything - big enough to keep her covered! Aha! She found something! Without even looking at it, Misaka dashed off to the dressing room, discarded Touma's torn up shirt to the side and - Goggled.
"Woah..." she gasped at the reflection in the mirror. "I'm... Really cute."
Gosh, no wonder the boys were staring like that. It was really strange seeing herself like this. Her chest was now comparable to her mother’s, hell she easily beat that damned blonde menace! And yet, even though the chest should have felt unwieldy there was something about it. As she turned a little to get a look from another direction, Misaka couldn’t help but appreciate her own looks. It was difficult to say why, but it was like everything just... clicked in place.
<i>Sexy Tsundere
Exp gain 21
Current Level 32, Exp 87/210 to Next Level Up.</i>
Of course, what Misaka hadn't noticed was that, in addition to her chest size gaining level ups, so was her skill in Sexy Tsundere. By trying to hide away her own sex appeal from the world, when deep down it was something she'd wanted for oh so long, she had unintentionally been gaining quite a lot of experience from it. So much so, that even she herself was not immune.
"I-It's not like I like these or anything," Misaka said, putting her hands over her head and practising a pose she'd seen Kuroko pull off when she was trying to be seductive. "They're more trouble than they're - Ooh! Much more trouble than they're worth. I should get rid of them right away."
The Railgun's eyes flickered back in her head, and then she shook it to clear out the cobwebs. No. She was not a pervert. No matter how hot her own reflection was, Misaka was not that kind of girl. While she was standing here, her breasts were still probably increasing. Which meant she had to hurry up, put that shirt on and then get to - Somewhere that could work out what was wrong with her so they could fix this before they grew so big she couldn't even move!
Maybe that frog faced doctor would have an idea. He had always boasted that he could fix anything after all.
Misaka pulled the shirt over her head, noting that it was a black shirt with a big white skull on it. With a skeletal snake wrapped through the eye sockets. The empty eye was glowing blue like some kind of demonic flame and there was some kind of metallic looking writing she couldn't read through the mirror. She probably didn’t want to know what it said anyway.
"Ugh... This thing is going in the trash as soon as I don't need it anymore," she complained, then picked up Touma's shirt. She unconsciously sniffed at it, failing to notice the smile on her face. "Better buy him a new one, or he'll complain about his bad luck again..." Yeah, and after all he always said that he was poor. This was only her being fair and respectable. It had nothing to do with her liking him and wanting to replace the loss, while possibly keeping this one for herself. And she still had to find out whether he was somehow the reason for all of this and save him from whatever weirdness he was surely dealing with!
She took three steps out of the dressing room. Then bumped right into the shop assistant, breast to breast.
"Um... pardon me?" the assistant said. She was a full head taller than Misaka, and about as busty. Which was pretty remarkable if you asked her. "Sorry for being away for a while. I suppose the Bust Upper malfunctioned and began to rampage on?"
Misaka opened her mouth to answer, but... really she had no answer to give. She had searched for that thing, so hard, searched all these dumb dream cards back then.. and now this?
"Here," the assistant said, holding up a pretty shear and weird looking swimsuit. "This is designed to help... Support women with support issues."
Ah! Misaka stared at it in wonder for a moment. Yes, she could almost see it. There was something really weird about the design and the fabric, you could tell at a glance that this is no ordinary swimwear!
"It's made of a brand new, extremely stretchable material," the assistant said. "What's more, thanks to this unique design it should alleviate any and all back problems associated with your condition. This should help at least until you can fix things again.”
Uwa! Sometimes the people in this city were really nice! It made even the Railgun tear up a little. Sure, there were the nasty and selfish elements but there were also people like this as well! She grabbed hold of the swimsuit and dashed back inside the dressing room, resolving to wear it underneath her new shirt. What a wonderful city this was to live in after all!
"Hrm... Maybe I should have mentioned the test subjects all experienced an extremely heightened sex drive before giving that to her..." the assistant muttered to herself. "Oh well, I'm sure it's nothing she won't be able to handle."
Certainly. It wouldn't in the least. That is, if she wasn't nigh-constantly becoming a more and more sexy tsundere every time she denied wanting something she really wanted... Which was virtually every time she opened her mouth.
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Now that she had a bit of time to breath, Saten had a good think about her brand new toy. This Level Upper was a miracle worker. Really, it was. She'd never heard of an esper power quite like it, and wasn't entirely sure it must be some newly discovered type that would make her super famous if it were being tested.
And of course, she wasn't being entirely selfish with it either. No, no. She wanted to use it to help out her friends as well. Take, for example, Misaka Mikoto who rather blatantly wanted a bigger bust. Saten wanted to help her out. Give her a bigger bust. But for some reason, her chest had remained the same this entire time!
Of course she didn't know anything about the Sisters project. A shame that Misaka couldn't tell those closest to her about that. Who knows what sort of trouble it might have caused if that got out? Why, Kuroko may very well literally explode from gaining that knowledge!
"Why isn't Misaka growing?" Saten wondered aloud. But quietly. She didn't want the girl a little ahead of her to overhear that kind of outrageous comment. So she stopped discretely playing with the girl's skirt for a while, and instead went about trying to fix up this mystery. Right away.
Hrm... Troubleshooting is an important skill to learn, and they do teach it quite early within Academy City. Therefore... What is Misaka's bust size currently? The answer: 30. Her bust size had shot up twenty three levels.
That got Saten to stop in her tracks. Twenty three levels?! Impossible! With the differences she had experienced in her own Skirt Flipping skill, she should be huge now! Okay, she had no real scale to compare here, but still there should be a clearly visible difference!
For the time being she switched it off. Either it wasn't working, or it would work all of a sudden and weigh Misaka down through sheer boob size. Let's see now. It looked like she could move skills over. So what would happen if she -
"Kya!" she yelped, drawing attention from the others as, without warning, the clothes she was wearing shredded right down the middle.
"Everyone, alert! We're under attack!" the nun yelled.
"Misaka does not see the attacker, Misaka was suspicious. Is Saten safe, Misaka asks in concern, even while looking curiously.”
"I- I'm fine!" Saten said. By the time they'd whirled around again she'd already pushed that breast size back to Misaka. Which didn't make any sense at all. Why was her chest normal? "M-Maybe the skirt flipper has an evil sidekick? The dreaded blouse ripper!"
That was an automatic move caused by her skill in getting out of trouble. Redirecting the concern to something else, a nebulous other without a second thought. While the other girls got into battle positions Saten was more concerned with whatever was going on with Misaka. Why wasn't she increasing her bust size? Why not?! Did she make a mistake while trying to set her up as the target?
"Stay in formation," the nun said, drawing Saten's attention towards her. "The attack must have been fast... Or maybe invisible!"
Her name was... Agnese… Sanctis if she had understood her introduction after getting “saved” correctly? That, that should be enough to set her as a target, right? Saten wet her lips. Maybe... She should use Agnese as a test subject? In which case the test should be something at least comparable, something that she could use to judge the differences between her and the Railgun.
Saten tried to think of something but... Blast it all, why did she have to wear such a short habit? Before she even knew it, she'd set the test skill to ‘having cute booty' because it was all she could think about! On that basis, she dropped a skill. Decision Making had increased a few levels, and by now she was pretty sure it was a waste of a skill slot.
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It seemed like a good idea to put this swimsuit on at the time. Not so much now that she was actually putting it on. This thing felt more sheer than it looked. It was like wearing body paint, and it didn't help that she was getting distracted by her own cleavage while getting dressed!
"Ugh... good thing I'll have a shirt over this, or everyone would be drooling over me," Misaka said. Without a hint of pride in her tone, she'd have you know! "This whole thing is a total nightmare. I'd love for my boobs to go back -"
Snap. Her chest was flat again.
"N-Normal?" she gasped. No sooner had she done so than they were back. The big old sensitive and jiggling funbags. "Oooh! When I find out who is responsible for this, nothing in the world will spare them from my wrath!" This was like if someone pulls on your underwear and then lets go to a resounding snap. Just instead of pain, it had somehow only ended up making her shudder in suppressed pleasure.
- Agnese starts to piece together that something is up with Saten.
- Agnese remains oblivious, starts levelling up her new skill.
- A number of unoccupied sisters look for the original Misaka.
- Uiharu is staring in silence at her fansite. Then winds up accidentally taking it over.
- Touma is... suffering.
- Something else
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