A wide grin broke out on Nabiki's face. She ached, she yearned to spread this perverted corruption far and wide. She wanted to have those big milky titties. She wanted to be horny all the time. She wanted a big cock inside of her shooting its addictive transformative cum down her throat, into her pussy or in her ass. She didn't care much where.
Not to mention the money she could make off this if she learned how to control it. How to quarantine it, how to ensure only the people paying her the big bucks got 'infected' and transformed. Boy wants a girl? Bam, instant horny busty girlfriend! Girl likes a boy? Bam, she's the hottest thing going and he won't be able to keep his hands off her. So much money. So much dough! That almost made her wetter than the idea of being railed by three transformed hunks! But not four. Not quite that wet, not much else on earth could get her motor going that much.
The biggest obstacle to this was, of course, Cologne. Too wily. Too canny. Even she couldn't trick someone with that much wealth of experience and guile, not to mention martial arts skill and knowledge. Which made this super erotic clumsy scientist into the perfect patsy. If only she played her cards right.
"Have you ever studied a curse?" Nabiki asked. "An evil, wicked curse that spreads like a contagious disease, transforming and corrupting the minds of bodies of those affected by it?"
"W-well, there was this one time on Ares Sigma," Tearju shuddered and clutched her sides. "I'll never look at bagels the same again!"
<i>“That question wasn’t supposed to be answered in the affirmative.”</i> Nabiki thought to herself. But still, if the woman had really dealt with something like this, then she may actually be useful. Right now she was still a bit doubtful that someone so clumsy and carelessly erotic could be a genuine scientist.
"Well, anyway!" Nabiki coughed. "I have reason to believe that - What are you doing?"
"Quarantining you," Tearju said, spraying at the air around Nabiki. "That cough sounded pretty nasty, you're probably contagious!"
Not yet she wasn't but she would dearly like to be!
"Anyway, my point was that there seems to be such an outbreak going on in this school and - "
Which is when Nabiki somehow slipped forward and landed face first in Tearju's rack, nose diving right into her cleavage. While it was a very nice, very soft and comforting place to lie it had not been Nabiki's intention to be quite so enthusiastic about their potential work relationship.
"Uwah! That wasn't the quarantine spray! That was the friction vanishing spray!"
Aha, that would explain why Nabiki couldn't get any traction on the floor. There was nothing else for her to grip onto but Tearju herself, and when Nabiki did that - oops, that sounded like torn cloth! Now Nabiki was facefirst in a bra covered chest rather than one covered by a lab coat!
“Ah no, that is the third one this week.”
Left with no recourse Nabiki grabbed hold of Tearju's jugs and pushed herself out. "Th-the curse turns people into oversexed perverts with infectious bodily fluids!" Precious bodily fluids at that. Nabiki slipped again and re-entered marshmallow hell. Or was that heaven? It was certainly not the hard long dicking she had wanted, but being surrounded by warm, soft titflesh was something she could get used to. Maybe she could use this curse to get herself a girlfriend too? No reason she couldn't, it wasn't like the idea of relationships was likely to last more than an hour after she made this thing commercial.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened up and a girl stumbled inside clutching at her stomach. Nabiki quirked an eyebrow and looked at her. "Oohhh!" the girl complained. "My tummy hurts! Tearju, Mikado's not in school right now! Could you please take a close look!"
“Oh you poor thing, of course I will help you. Ah, just a moment please.” Tearju said while struggling to keep standing what with Nabiki still between her impressive bust. Finally she managed to pull another spray bottle from somewhere in her clothes, then took a look and nodded. Quickly she lifted it up and sprayed it all over herself and Nabiki. Suddenly the mercenary was no longer feeling like she was slipping on even ground and took a confused step back.
“Alright, now what exactly is the matter?” Tearju said, a friendly smile on her face even though her lab coat had been ruined and she looked rather unprofessional. What with how she was covered in fluids and her clothes were just a tad see-through.
"I think it was that milk I just drank," the girl said. "Something about it tasted funny, but I couldn't stop myself from finishing it for some reason."
Freed from her titty prison, Nabiki took a better look at this new student. A glasses wearing girl with her brown hair tied up in twin pigtails. This girl suddenly sucked in air, stood bolt upright and - it was as if the air she was sucking in was going directly into her bust. The sight was almost... enthralling. They grew and they swelled up like balloons being inflated, and the uniform could only hold so much before it gave away.
But that wasn't all. Looking carefully, Nabiki could see that the girl was developing a much curvier form in other areas too. Her waist slimming down very slightly, her hips growing a touch, but not a shade on her butt.
"Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhh!" the girl yelped, arching her back. "Soooo gooooood!"
Nabiki was pretty sure that she had heard the rubber of the girl’s panties snap as her hips and butt turned into something that would have made a porn star turn green in envy. As for her bra, it had snapped a moment after her top and was now lying uselessly on the ground. Well, it looked like quite a bit of underwear was going to be ruined because of this curse by the end of this day. She wondered how the old pervert would feel about that.
“Uhh..” The girl shuddered, then her tongue lolled out and her face turned a rich shade of red. Immediately Nabiki identified the look in her eyes, the hunger for something rather specific was obvious to her. Mostly because Nabiki had been sporting the same look a number of times today. That girl wanted to get fucked, preferably by a big hard dick. Repeatedly, in every hole and then some.
“Tearju-sensei.. ohhhh.. what is going on?” The brunette asked, her tongue still hanging out of her mouth. Finally she gazed closer at the blonde teacher and for the first time seemed to really notice the fact that she was only wearing a bra right now. Something clicked in the glasses wearing girl. Boobies wouldn’t be that bad either, at least until she could find something better, and harder. "Gosh, but you're pretty."
Her breasts began to drip milk. Nabiki licked her lips, staring intensely at the drops. If she scooped that up with her tongue, then she too would know the bliss that this girl knew -
"Oopsie, Mio! Better quarantine you!" Tearju suddenly said, spraying this girl, Mio, with a different spray than the one she'd been using on Nabiki before. "Um... Got it right this time, yay! That's the quarantine spray!"
It turned out that the quarantine spray created a bubble around the area it was sprayed in. Trapping Mio in place and - from the fact that Tearju was easily able to roll the bubble across the floor with Mio inside - weightless probably as well.
"Gosh, thanks for telling me about that," Tearju tittered. "If you hadn't, I would've succumbed right away to the urge to suckle her nipples rather than quarantining her."
Nabiki twitched. Her scheming had backfired a little bit, it seemed. Oh well. No matter. With how clumsy this scientist was she was bound to make a screw up sooner or later.
"Hyper-competent scientist mode, activated!" Tearju yelled. "Teehee! There, that should mitigate my clumsiness for the next twenty four hours... Even if it will double it for the next forty eight hours. Still, for something like this you can't be too careful."
Right. So at this point Nabiki was basically throwing her hands up into the air in the vain hope that whatever divine being was screwing with her, they'd cut it out already.
- Tearju starts her analysis while Mio tries to figure out how to escape.
- They're interrupted by Mikado's return.
- Or Yami arrives, well fucked and eager to change back already.
- Or we could go back to the chase for Happosai by the Magical Index/Railgun crew.
- Something else
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