Story: Rei x Rei

 

So what happens when a girl like Makoto Kino gets injected with Drive? It's hardly a question of the ages, but you know what, let's call it the question of the hour. After all, one way to think of Drive is as pure, undiluted, distilled hentai logic given form, and Makoto Kino - much like her other four friends - is a walking fetish unto herself.

You like your girls big, tall, busty and tough? Hard to blame you. Makoto's the kind of girl who, under normal conditions, could very easily compel men to develop a 'step on me' kink, if she had a mind to do it. Which normally, she did not. She didn't like beating the shit out of people. She just, you know, did it. Usually because some guy was being an asshole, using their strength to tower over others, for one reason or another using the power they had to take, take, take instead of doing the harder, more challenging thing and using it to give, give, give.

Speaking of which, from the moment Makoto had waddled in through her front door, she'd had her hand down the hem of her skirt, flicking away at the very top of her pussy with the kind of strength that would send a man flying across the room were it applied directly to his forehead.

She didn't seem to be aware she was doing it, either, but she was. The fact that she had gained an extra foot in height had completely gone by her. She was, at least, aware of the fact that her boobs were much larger than normal, and we do mean much larger. 

It's the easy joke, right? Makoto Kino's talent? Well, in this instance her talent was bouncing all over the damn place. It was a miracle it hadn't ripped her clothing in some way or another, actually. They're not as large as they would be if she was Sailor Jupiter - but they were bigger, that much is for damn sure.

Now, we might have left you with the wrong impression in the above paragraph. This is important so we need to make sure there are no false impressions here. You read that they were bouncing around, and you're probably imagining that they were kinda going a few inches up and down and all around, the effect being akin to a balloon stuffed under one's jumper.

No, dear friends. You are imagining this incorrectly. Makoto's breasts were not merely bouncing a little bit. The circumference of the bounce versus the size of the breasts was a ratio much smaller than one might imagine. What that means, for the non-maths nerds out there, is that her boobies were jiggling to approximately the same distance as her breasts themselves.

They were, how to put it, properly gainaxing the fuck all over the fucking place. When we say it's a miracle her clothes did not rip, then let me tell you dear reader, that as the one that wrote this, even I have no fucking goddamn idea how they didn't. Beyond pointing to the fact that, right at this moment in time, Makoto Kino has a shitload of hentai logic filling her body, and - yeah that's about as good an explanation as you're getting.

"Mmmm, man I feel so wound up all of a sudden," Makoto said, collapsing onto the nearest couch and masturbating like she was doing it for her country - doing it for her solar system, even. Yes, this metaphor implies that there is an intergalactic masturbation contest, which says a lot about the state of things if you put too much thought into it. "Mmmm~" she moaned again as her fingers found a particularly happy place and stayed there for a few moments, before becoming restless and starting to move on again. "You know what I need right now?"

You all thought 'dick', didn't you? Admit it, that's where your brain went. Makoto wants senpai dick. Well, she does, but it's not what she was thinking about right now.

"I wanna cook!" she said, jumping off her couch, nearly hitting her head off the ceiling, little realising that all she actually needed to do to cook some cookies was stick the dough into her cleavage and continue fiddling herself. She'd have fully cooked edible cleavage shaped brownies in no time flat.

Of course, she wasn't going to do that. Instead, she was going to put on - yes - an apron. She would first remove every other stitch of clothing on her body, and even more obviously, that apron was straining considerably against her absolutely heaving bosom.

"Gotta stir it up~" she sang to herself. She tried, at first, to use her hands to mix the dough, but alas, that was causing it to go just everywhere - so she went and did something super smart! She put the whisk's handle right into her cleavage, and rolled her shoulders nice and slow to mix it up. Do note, she only had to actually roll her shoulders the one time. After that, the sheer jiggling mass that her breasts had became caused the whisk to <i>thoroughly</i> mix everything up.

Behold the glory and wonder of Drive.

In any event, the baking went well. She soon had rather lewd biscuits sitting, cooling on a tray. We're talking clear cut cocks, blatant boobs, apparent ass, a flagrant hourglass figure and other assorted forms of sexual alliteration.

"Alright, I'll be sure to share these out tomorrow~" Makoto chirped happily, taking off her apron and standing naked over her big pile of baked goods cut into the shape of various things that are absolutely, 100%, not remotely safe for work. "I'm sure the girls will love them!"

Usagi would probably eat them without a second thought. Ami would blush like mad and pretend they weren't there. Minako would giggle, and Rei - normally Rei would bop Makoto on the head for such a thing but that's not the mindset she's in right at the moment. She'd be gobbling them down alongside Usagi. In a heartbeat.

"You know, I should do some training," Makoto said, rolling on her heels. Then she turned around on same heels, and marched right off to her room. "No, not tight enough," she said, tossing some shorts away. "No, no - Aha! Yes, this is perfect!"

She then pulled out a pair of hotpants that, once upon a time, Minako had given her as a gag gift. Normally she would never bother with something like this, nor the matching tube top that Minako had also given her as a gag gift, but today, Makoto was operating on Drive.

So she pulled it on, despite the fact that it was fairly obviously tailored to Makoto Kino - standard version, not Makoto Kino - superbabe. And yes, despite that very fact, the fabric somehow fit. No, we don't know how either. It did not, in any way, cut off circulation, as one might expect. It did not, in the remotest capacity, cause her the slightest bit of discomfort. She was simply able to wear it. That's all there is to say on the matter. She, Makoto Kino, was completely and totally able to wear something that logic, real world logic and reason said that she should not be able to wear, period.

And goddamn did the look suit her. At once, you could tell that she was a ten out of ten, if not twenty out of ten, but she'd also be able to hand you your own ass in a brown paper bag should the need arise.

She then went jogging. Oh, what a glorious decision that was, the ground beneath her feet should be truly blessed. Yes, yes, she was wearing socks and appropriate shoes, despite us not actually mentioning that part. One cannot dwell on all the details, not when such a vision of loveliness is before us. For example, do you want us to also dwell upon the tape she'd wrapped around her fists? No? Of course not. How about the headband she was wearing around her forehead?

We all know what you're here for. Bounce, jiggle, jiggle, bounce. Both her cheeks and her breasts were applauding, and they certainly had good reason to. Alas, the good mood Makoto was in could only come to an end now, for you see - 

"Eek!" a girl screamed. "Someone, help!"

Bully senses tingling! Makoto whirled around like a shot, and soon locked eyes upon the would be harassers, and the cute, innocent small girl that they were cornering. Of course that said precious little because, if you think about it, pretty much any girl would be cute and small compared to Makoto as she was now. Most boys too, for that matter. Most fully grown men, some baby elephants...

In any event, Makoto stepped forward, and the boys stopped. No doubt they thought there was an earthquake. Each of Makoto's footsteps must have felt like a thunderbolt, which was appropriate enough given they were about to get a wrath fall upon them that would make Zeus jealous.

Zeus being the Greek version of Jupiter, bear in mind.

"Alright, what's going on here?" she asked, her voice like a thunderclap that somehow managed to drown out the sound of her cheeks and breasts. It's a wonder they didn't go deaf, frankly. She stuck her hands on her hips, and for a moment it probably seemed like an eclipse had followed the earthquake, for she towered over them with enough mass about her to blot out the sun. "I do hope you're being nice!"

The colour had drained from those boy's faces, you'd better believe it. The girl's too. In the case of the boys, it was that old classic scarousal. They were in the presence of something that was, at once, the hottest thing they'd seen in their lives but also the scariest.

"No, no!" one of the boys said. "We were - we were being nice, weren't we?"

"Yeah!" one of his friends said, if only to fill the sudden silence over anything else. "That's all it is, we're being <i>nice</i>, promise!"

Normally, this is where Makoto would clonk their heads together and tell them to cut it out. However, right now she was not running on normal logic. She was running on hentai logic. Driven by the Drive, appropriately enough. Thus, she was going to do something that she'd never normally do.

"Oh yeah?" she asked. Then turned to the girl. "Were they being nice?"

The girl did not answer verbally. Instead, there was a bit of drool on the corner of her mouth, which Makoto quickly wiped off - and when she did, a bit of static shock passed from her into the would be victim.

"It's just..." Makoto said, turning her attention to the boys, and grabbing them on the shoulders, ignorant of the electricity passing from her into them. "If I happened to find out, for example, that the two of you were trying to pick on this poor girl -"

"Perish the thought!" one said, his voice suddenly several octaves higher than it had been a moment ago. His gaze betrayed him though. He was not staring at Makoto's eyes. Instead, he was staring at her breasts. Her big... Bouncy... electrifying breasts.

Bounce, jiggle, bounce, jiggle.

"You boys ought to learn some manners," Makoto said.

Bounce, jiggle, bounce, jiggle.

"You oughta learn what it's like to be a girl," Makoto continued.

Bounce, jiggle, bounce, jiggle.

"A horny, sexy, busty girl," Makoto continued.

Bounce, jiggle, bounce and jiggle.

Normally this is where Makoto would be putting the fear of God into them. Normally this is where they'd be running for the hills, but instead something else was happening. Something none of them were noticing, for they were under the influence of Drive. Those would be bullies, were shrinking in some places, but growing in others. Developing curves. Big juicy curves that still seemed flat when put next to Makoto.

Suddenly, they were whirled around, and made to face their would-be victim - who was suddenly taller than them. Meatier than them. Bustier and curvier and hotter and stronger than them.

How had it happened, exactly? The logic is simple enough, if you follow hentai logic: The Drive simply used the electrical discharge Makoto naturally gives off as a consequence of her powers as Sailor Jupiter to manipulate the estrogen levels being produced by the boys, and as we all know, estrogen is the chick hormone. QED.

Of course, that is all nonsense in real world logic, but this is hentai logic we're in. Hence, the bullying victim was able to reach out, and - 

"Ooooh, soft!" she drooled, groping her would be bullies with wanton abandon, while the two of them squirmed powerlessly. Makoto nodded, happy with what she'd done - and strutted off back inside to spend the rest of the evening masturbating.

Nothing wrong here. Nothing weird at all. Simply submission to the Drive.