The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

It was a colorful summer evening, with a light orange hue cast down across the countryside roads of japan.

Out a fair distance from the bustling crowded streets of everyday life were the grand stone-coated walls of a particular academy. One with the words E.U.A. etched onto the clear sign stationed before each of the four guarded entrances. However, the gates were far from the only structures protected behind attentive, watchful eyes. The dirt-ridden paths, which stretched in four different directions, were long in scale and proved to be quite the trip. Any curious individuals would be unlikely to make it far without being diverted by multiple security agents; that is, assuming anyone even bothers to take on the excruciatingly long path to begin.

All to guard one of the only two E.U.A academies in Japan. While other countries might house hundreds of smaller education facilities to train their recruits. Things function differently here; the E.U.A.’s Japanese division chose to pour their funding into just two central academies. Both were segregated by sexes, one for boys and the other for girls. This fundamental difference makes Japan’s E.U.A. academies prime education hubs for their agents, even some stationed in other countries decide to attend there just for the fact that their schools are held in high regard. Though E.U.A. does house a central agency hub, which is open for the Academy’s graduated recruits, it is stationed beneath the surface of central Japan and isn’t used for training purposes.

Boing

“Hold on!”

“Kyyyaaa!”

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Somehow, Tokie managed to duck just in the nick of time to avoid the swinging blade, which ever so effortlessly diced through her hair with the slickest of ease. That meant a lot considering that her grayish-blue hair was relatively short, to the point where it just barely brushed against her shoulders.

Gulping nervously, Tokie staggered backward. Her eyes were glued onto the blade that had nearly nicked her; then, they shifted downwards to eye the stands of her hair that were resting on the wooden floor.

“I...” Tokie ever so hesitantly glanced behind her to look towards the woman whose stern, cold-faced gaze never shifted from its narrowed-eyed glare. The woman was always found glaring, though her distinctly yellow irises were even harder to spot than normal with how her narrowed expression seemed to sharpen by just a few centimeters as their gazes met. “I..m.. S- Sorry, sensei...” She bowed towards her teacher, not finding the strength to keep holding the woman’s gaze for much longer.

Her sensei, Tsuruoka Kami’s, expression failed to change. She made her opinion known by the complete lack of words alone. The woman’s cold-faced demeanor she grew to attribute to herself meshed perfectly well with her simple white business blouse and black skirt. The skirt itself reached to her upper thighs and was above the tight stockings that coated her legs. She crossed her arms over her stomach, right below the massive swell of her chest that was able to breathe from her unbuttoned blouse. The buttons were done low enough to give a glimpse at the black lace bra she wore beneath. A bra that was certainly doing it’s due diligence in how it supported the giant bosom she possessed; the beauty mark that sat atop the swell of her right breast near her cleavage nearly begged onlookers to notice it.

“An apology will do you no favors when you are missing a head due to being distracted in combat.”

Tokie tensed. She shifted her bowing stance upwards and looked towards her senesi, who stood on the balcony which surveyed everyone in the training room.

“Are you not scheduled to graduate by the end of this semester?” Tsuruoka said with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes!” Blurted Tokie , then after a moment of pause to realize who she had just raised her voice to, she lowered her tone and repeated. “Yes. I, if you believe I am...”

“This display may sway my decision,” Tsuruoka spoke coldly. “Perhaps I was wrong about you.”

Tokie held her tongue and cast her gaze downwards to her feet. She could feel the soft weight of her friend’s gazes upon her, but their looks of comfort were brushed aside by Tsuruoka’s unrelenting aura.

Sasori, the tanned-skinned girl who had been the one to nearly knick her face, took a step towards her with an outstretched hand but paused and stepped back as she too felt the weight of Tsuruoka’s gaze.

“Please, sensei...” Tokie muttered to her feet. “It won’t happen again... I was just...”

“A clouded mind is a weakened mind,” Tsuruoka said. “Look at me.” After a blink, Tokie shifted her gaze back towards her sensei. The woman’s cold expression never flinched for even a second. “Was I wrong in my decision?”

Graduation from the academy wasn’t only a moment to be freed from the seemingly endless feats of training, but it also served as a sign to prove to oneself that they had succeeded. And it wouldn’t only be proof to her, but it would also be a sign to make her friends, and her sensei proud. Tsuruoka shed blood and sweat to spread her knowledge and skill down to her pupils. Failing to graduate wouldn’t just be a disappointment to Tokie but to everyone in this room as well. Her friends would be forced to go into the field without her, and her sensei would have to leave her for a new batch of students...

No one wanted that, not even Tsuruoka. Despite the woman’s cold-faced demeanor. Her heart was seemingly softer than anyone else here. She attended every birthday celebration for all of her pupils; she was there to listen whenever anyone needed a shoulder to cry on. And her love for food was constantly brought out when she decided to spoil herself and her class with whatever delicious treat she happened to cook up. It’s evident she has no desire to force a student of hers to be left behind, but the woman cared more for their abilities to be successful on the field than she did for their personal feelings. If someone wasn’t ready, they weren’t ready...

But that doesn’t apply to her..

Tokie clenched her fists.

She has been distracted lately by the most pathetic and trivial of things. A one-time distraction is no cause for dismissal from graduation. She knew it, and if her sensei had doubts, she’d prove herself.

“No, Sensei,” Tokie spoke up with a serious tone of voice as she stared back up at her teacher. “I give my word.” Her hand rose up to press against her flat chest. “I will not be plagued by distractions again.”

Tsuruoka didn’t smile or frown; she simply stared at Tokie while the rest of the girls in the room looked on in hesitant silence. “Prove yourself.” She ordered, and without a moment’s break, she said. “Stance.”

To Tokie, hearing her say that word alone caused an instinct reaction. She felt her legs tense as she placed one behind the other; her left hand was poised in front of her while her other was left a reflective flick away from her waist belt, and her back was slightly arched.

Tsuruoka approved of the combative stance, and then shifted her gaze to the rest of the room. “Swarm.” She commanded them.

To her friend’s merits, none of them appeared particularly excited to follow through with the command they were given, but the thought of disobeying an order from Tsuruoka wasn’t even a possible thought to have. It’s the very reason why no one is allowed to train with fake weapons anymore; sensei preaches that once they graduate, the real world isn’t going to hold back and use soft wooden swords. It’s best to practice in a safe environment how to make use of unsafe situations. And whether they agree with her take or not, sensei commanded it, so it will be done.

So, after a brief bout of hesitation, her friends around her retrieved their weapons and moved in to attack.

Gulp Gulp Gulp Gulp Gulp Gulp

“Ah...” Tokie sighed audibly leaned her back against the thin fence behind her as she shifted her legs so that her bare thighs that protruded from her somewhat short skirt weren’t pressing straight against the hot sun-soaked bench.

She tossed her plastic cup behind her, where it landed perfectly into the opening of the waste bin a few yards away. A single lingering drop of water was left on her lower lip as she looked up towards the sky with a slight smile on her face.

Yes, class was indeed, “interesting” today; but when isn’t it? Being forced to fend herself from all of her best friends by an extremely strict sensei was just a means to an end. She didn’t even get nicked by a single blade, though her clothes couldn’t say the same. A clean slice right below her left breast was large enough to display her blue and white bra cup. And a flash of her white panties could be seen through the small cut on the backside of her skirt. That’s ignoring the multitude of slices she is housing all over the rest of her body.

Yes. A great day.

She proved herself to her sensei that she is, without a doubt, ready for graduation. Honestly, she can’t even remember what had distracted her-

Boing

Tokie frowned.

Something.. no, two things... had just cast a shadow over her relaxing figure.

Her tanned friend Sasori approached her with a bottle of water in hand. “Hey, Tokie!” She smiled during her greeting and took a long wing of her water. As she did so, she arched her shoulders slightly back and inadvertently jutted out her two sizable breasts, which pressed against the school uniform which was tight enough to make the size of her rack now.

During her friend’s bout of drinking, Tokie couldn’t help but glance down and place her hand on her own complete lack of a bust.

Why was she so flat?

It wasn’t fair at all...

Everyone else has meat to them. And honestly, she doesn’t fall behind in other aspects, but she is missing so much when it comes to her chest region. If she wasn’t in a girl-only school and didn’t keep a bright blue bow tie tucked on the right corner of her hair, she’d probably be mistaken as a guy. The fact that she was the most unappealing in her friend group was something she just got over, or she believed she had. But when the news broke that the two academies would be merging for one day to have a pre-graduation dance. It went without saying that all of her friends would get guys lining up to go out with them by just one look at their chests. Literally, no one in her class was less than busty. Everyone went from modest to large to huge to massive. Hell, sensei’s boobs were so big she had to unbutton her blouse just so that the top doesn’t explode from the sheer mass she’s trying to keep in.

Ever since news of the dance broke out, she couldn’t help but notice the subtle and not so subtle bounce created whenever her friends performed any notable movement. And agent training does indeed come with a plentiful abundance of swift and bouncy activities.

Boing

There it is. Again.

“Tokie?” Sasori looked down at her and held the now empty water bottle at her side. “What...”

Tokie quickly shifted her hands away from her chest and blushed. “Hi.” She glanced to the side, hoping her flushed cheeks weren’t too noticeable.

“Holy crap.” The tanned girl blinked. She cocked her hip to the side and rested her hand on it. “Are you really still hung up on that?”

“Eh..” Tokie blinked. “On what?”

Sasori rolled her eyes and crashed on the bench beside her. Of course, that action created its own series of jiggles on her chest. “Oh my god. Do you think anyone cares about your boobs? We all love you! Not your—”

“Whatareyoutalkingabout!!” Tokie shrieked and stood up. “I need to go I have—”

“An overreactive imagination.” Sasori frowned and grabbed Tokie to pull her back onto the bench.

The two girls were suddenly a lot closer, close enough in fact that Sasori’s right tit was squishing against Tokie’s shoulder.

Tokie made an attempt to pull herself away, but it was fruitless in the fact that Sasori was by far the strongest in their friend group and the unspoken leader to boot.

“I’m not jealous, okay?” Tokie couldn’t stop her voice from coming out like a depressed whine. “I’m just worried you guys will—”

“We’ll what?” Sasori cocked her head, “Leave you for some, huuggge boobed twenty-foot tall goddess? And she’ll be like...” She smirked and promptly released her hold on Tokie to leap up and stand proudly with one leg arched up to step on the back of the bench. “I am the goddess of tits! Forget her and be my best friend instead!”

Tokie felt like shrinking on the spot. Sasori’s proud speech was catching the unwanted attention of multiple girls mingling in the open park. Who wouldn’t notice an attractive, well-built, tanned-skinned girl with dark hair thrusting her chest out while talking nonsense with a prideful tongue?

“And I’d follow her to big boobie paradise or something?” Sasori placed her hands on her hips and glanced down to eye Tokie’s retracted figure with a smirk. “Is that what you want to happen?”

“No...” Tokie whispered while trying to make herself as unnoticeable as possible in the middle of this open park. “Can you keep it dow—”

“Alright!” Sasori chirped, and her stance relented into a falling position right beside Tokie. “Then it won’t happen.”

Boing Boing

Tokie gulped.

“I can tell by her blush,” A more deviously feminine voice teased. “She’s not just jealous.”

“Whaaa!” Tokie leapt to her side and bumped right against Sasori. The tanned teen caught her by her shoulders as they both eyed the familiar face of their friend.

“Mmmmmhhmm...” The girl hummed. “There’s more to it than jealousy.”

“Iida!” Snapped the still recovering Tokie, “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to hear your chest dilemma.” Iida rested her skirt-riding ass on the side of the bench and leaned her shoulder on the back. Even that slight movement caused her chest to jiggle ever so faintly. The silver-haired girl had what was probably the largest bust of her entire friend group, even leaning slightly against the back of the bench caused one of her tits to squish enough to look like it was flexing its bouncy mass. “But you know big tits aren’t all they’re cracked up to be...”

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Tokie clapped her hands over her ears; a blush was clearly on her cheeks. “I didn’t bring it up to you guys for a reason.”

“Why?” Sasori frowned; she tilted her head and placed a comforting hand on Tokie’s knee.

“Be—”

Yet another familiar voice interrupted her mid-speech, “Because you know we’d try to comfort our friend?”

Tokie whipped her head around nearly fast enough to break something internally. “Mai!? Nooooo... are you all here?” Her hands rose to cover her face, Sasori stroked her friend’s leg.

Mai, the intelligent, quiet book-loving girl who would always be the last to speak up, had just done the complete opposite of what her personality would imply as she inserted herself into the one conversation Tokie wanted her friends to stay out of. She had long purple hair that flowed down her shoulders, and her chest, which was only a slight bit smaller than Iida’s huge rack, was squishing from her body weight against the back of the bench as she leaned forward.

All of her friends are busty, and in comparison, she’s just... not them.

“We’re all training to be undercover martial art master spies!” Kanna, the lively and last member of her internal friend group, dropped down from somewhere Tokie couldn’t tell and leaned against Iida behind the bench. And despite not being able to see the girl behind her blindingly red blushing face and hands. She could practically hear the faint boing coming from the girl’s bouncing boobs as she landed. “Of course, we’d be hard to spot!“

“Just like how your boobies are hard to find,” Iida said through a smirking hum. The white-haired busty girl loved to be a tease when out of the academy; she’d often be found wearing revealing clothing, something Tokie never failed to notice but always failed to speak up on.

“Iida!” Snapped Sasori, who glared at the tease. Since she was always the unspoken leader who took charge when their team went on missions, Iida naturally shut her mouth. “We’ll leave you alone if you really want us to.” She said in a suddenly serious tone of voice. “But we don’t care about your... you know.”

“We don’t,” Mai’s quiet voice nodded.

“Nope!” Kanna agreed.

“I...” Tokie sighed. Her friends were genuinely trying to boost her morale, and here she is, getting upset over tits.

“I can see some sadness behind that blush..” Even Iida dropped her always teasing tone and spoke with a more concerned air.

“I think it has something to do with the dance,” Mai added her keen input and hit the nail directly on the metaphorical coffin. How one girl who stays out of so many conversations and has her nose deep in a book every hour could be so up to date on her friend’s reactions and feelings was beyond Tokie. “Ever since it was announced, she’s been acting off.”

Kanna snapped her fingers. “She thinks all the guys are going to try to sweep us up and leave her by herself!”

“Hmmm?” Iida tilted her head. The tease couldn’t keep herself from doing what she does. “She thinks we’ll blindly go for the first attractive guy who only likes us for our boobs. Wow. To assume we are so shallow...”

Tokie lifted herself up from her head-cradling position. “I... I just—”

“Hahaha!” The sound of hearty laughter sprang up from just beside her. Sasori cackled with humor-filled glee. A single tear came out through the corner of her eye as she raised a hand to slam it heartily against Tokie’s back. “I told you! We’re not going anywhere! Seriously! Stop worrying!”

“YES!” Kanna reported back; her sizable chest jiggled in toe as she reached behind her to retrieve her katana. “And if some guy tries to take us away from you, we’ll chop them into pieces.”

“Well, perhaps not literally.” Mai mumbled, “But certainly figuratively.”

“KkkeeeeeeeeeeeyyyaahhHHhh!”

SLLLLICE

Kanna swung her katana clean through the bench, right between where Tokie and Sasori had been seated. The blade of her weapon glowed with an illuminative blue hue. Since they were all close to graduating, the Japan E.U.A. combative division allowed each of them to have their own tech-based weapon be tailored made to them. Kanna chose to have a glowing katana that would generate enough heat, allowing it to slice more effortlessly through most non-heat-resistant materials.

Then, Kanna created a dangerously sharp spinning blue circle of light in one hand before she sheathed the weapon behind her. “Like that!”

“Figuratively speaking,” Mai raised an eyebrow, “Right?”

Kanna shrugged. “Yeah, whatever.”

“HEY!” A female voice shouted from far off to the right. “I saw that!” The group of girls glanced towards the voice and unison.

And promptly ran.

Suffice to say. There was a lot more bouncing.

Tokie stretched her arms over her head and yawned as she walked down the road to her dorm complex. A faint smile was poised on her lips, and despite the fact that each step she took resulted in absolutely zero jiggles, she took them in stride and felt generally light in her stride.

Despite her not wanting the attention of her friends regarding what was a very embarrassing subject about something as unimportant as her small boobs. They managed to make her feel slightly more relieved. Their friendship came first, and regardless of what happens when the dance comes, it’s great to know her friends will be by her side, big tits or no tits.

After running off from campus security, they all crashed together and shared a few genuine laughs.

It helped to remind her that they were all friends first, and everything else will come when they come.

“Psssssssssst.”

Tokie’s walk came to a sudden stop. She glanced to her side and noticed that a distinctly distorted and oddly masculine voice oozed directly into her ear. The sound itself caused her to shudder, but what really drove her to stop any forward momentum was the complete oddness of, not just the fact that the voice came from a creepily dark-painted vehicle. But the fact that she heard the voice of a man in the first place.

Unless it’s one of the high-up C.E.O. heads of the E.U.A. organization as a whole, no man is allowed anywhere on the premises of this academy. And security makes sure that major restriction towards the opposing sex is kept.

The window of the vehicle shifted downwards with a mechanic hum. And the inside of the truck was a completely black void that was somehow darker than the van’s black-painted exterior.

Two pure white glowing eyes appeared in the darkness. Tokie reached a hesitant hand behind her to brush the tip of her fingers against her weapon. But before she could even be sure if she was in danger, the mysterious man cleared his throat and asked a simple question.

“You want big boobs?”

“And that’s how I got this!”

SLAM

The classroom stared at her in silence.

Silence that stretched far too long. So much so that even Tokie, in her excitement-filled state, felt like taking back what she had just said to try again at a later time. Her proud smile faltered, and she even let out a slightly nervous laugh as everyone stared at her in silence.

“And I guess that’s also how you got those.” Sasori pointed towards Tokie’s chest.

The Japanese girl’s smile grew back to full mast as she glanced down and licked her lips. “Yep!” She brought her hands up to cup her boobs and playfully bounced them...

Because her flat chest was no longer an issue; they’re big now!

Boing Boing Boing Boing

Kanna tilted her head; despite typically being the loudest in the group, she leaned slightly forward and softly asked. “Are they... real?”

Tokie stopped jiggling her new melons, though they continued to bounce on their own for a few seconds. “Of course they are!” She flashed her teeth, “Wanna cop a feel?”

Kanna blushed. “Umm...”

“Allow me to be the judge.” Iida’s mature voice rang with a crispy tang. She rose from her cross-legged position at her desk and swayed towards the circle of girls. Her eyes were glued onto Tokie’s rack. “I have a lot of experience when it comes to these kinds of things.”

A surprisingly nervous gulp sprang through Tokie’s throat as she watched her teasing friend’s hands raise up, with the clear intention to grope. She felt herself subtly thrust her bust out and lick her lips. While doing so she noticed that, despite having a bust size that could actually be considered busty, she was still sporting a pair smaller than Iida’s. Really, her boobs were now just about the same size as Sasori’s and maybe Kanna’s, but Iida still had her clearly beat, and Mai wasn’t far behind.

Speaking of Mai, the quiet purple-haired girl hadn’t been as focused on Tokie’s new rack as everyone else was. She had been more keen on looking over the item that was the cause for the increase in her boob size. The item, or relic (whatever one would call it) in question, was an old-fashioned-looking vintage milk canister. It had two handles on either side and was made with smoothened wood. On what could be assumed to be its front was an imprinted carving of a cow’s face. And, on the opposing side of the image was a list of what Tokie assumed to be the ingredients.

She didn’t really read it. All she knew was that the man claimed drinking the milk inside the canister would increase her bust size. Frankly, she didn’t believe him at first; who would. But after taking just a single drop, she noticed her flat as a board chest had expanded just enough to display the slightest bit of a bump. That was all the proof she needed, so she poured herself a class and opened up the hatch.

“DON’T!” Mai shouted out of seemingly nowhere. The group of friends all bolted their heads towards her; hearing the quiet girl’s voice explode was always such a rare occurrence that it would always gather anyone’s attention.

“What?” Tokie and Iida questioned the girl in unison. Iida’s hands were just an inch or two away from making contact with Tokie’s tits.

“It says, ‘WARNING limit excessive contact with breasts for twenty-four hours to prevent…’” Mai squinted and lifted the canister to get a better view of the words on the back. “..something... from occurring...”

“Something?” Sasori questioned, “It actually says the word something?”

“No, it...” Mai mumbled, “I can make it out. The word was clearly picked at. It’s unreadable.”

“Okay, alright, so it says to limit excessive contact,” Sasori spoke to herself, again taking that leadership role as everyone in the room looked to her while she spoke. Though Tokie was having trouble switching her eyes from Sasori’s tanned beautiful face, and her tits which were clearly straining against the academy uniform. To the point where the shape of her bust was clearly defined.

Maybe she should get another drink. Right now, her boobs are just on par with her friends and still smaller than Iida and Mai’s. One more solid swig would make her the bustiest chick in the group!

“Tokie!”

“Hmm.” Tokie blinked and glanced away from the canister to look directly at Sasori’s chest before moving up to see her stern frown.

“How much have you played with your...” Sasori gulped and blushed softly. “Your.. your um..”

“Your tits.” Iida finished the sentence. She had quickly backed away from Tokie’s rack; it was clear she had no intention of coping a feel anymore.

Tokie couldn’t help but feel slightly crestfallen over the girl, not wanting to feel up her new package. But she blinked a few times and answered the question honestly. “I’ve been playing with them all night,”

“Of course you have...” Sasori sighed.

“But,” Tokie continued. “I hadn’t noticed anything off. All that happened was me getting real and big boobies!”

“I’m happy for you,” Kanna placed her hand on her hip and cocked it to the side, “But don’t you think there is something off with this?”

“Nope!” Boing Jiggle Jiggle Jiggle “Hehehe.” Tokie chuckled as she looked down at her tits and began to play with them. “They’re so squishy! And bouncy! Soft... I’m just so happy! I have boobs!“

“Yeah! From a random stranger’s truck!” Sasori protested.

“Hey,” Tokie frowned but didn’t stop squeezing her rack together. “You shouldn’t judge someone based on their ominous black truck. If I did, I wouldn’t have these!” Boing Boing Boing Boing “Look at them bounce! Bounce! Bounce!” She lept in place to show everyone the jiggle her big boobs possessed.“

“What is going on here?” The girls all glanced towards the sound of a familiar and strict voice. The class president, Asami stood behind their circle with her arms crossed. The action had her modest breasts lift slightly upwards. She had her hair done up in a short trim that left two braids draping down either side of her head, and she wore a green cap that matched the rest of her green school uniform assigned for the students of a high rank.

She lifted one hand to push her glasses up the bridge of her nose. And beside her stood her sister, who was slightly petite in stature and had her dark brown hair done under a tight hairband as she wore a uniform that mimicked Asami’s except it was red instead of green.

Asami’s narrowed eyes expected an answer from the girls, so Tokie gave her one. “Look at this!” She stepped forward and jutted out her back to thrust her big boobs out for the president to see. It helped that all of her clothes weren’t fit to handle a suddenly large rack, so her boobs were finding it hard to squeeze under the tight confines. “I have boobs!”

Asami found a way to narrow her eyes even more and shook her head. But it was her sister, Yukiko, who spoke up. “That’s classified as perverted behavior.” She frowned, a look that is almost always displayed on her face. “And—”

“And you’re just jealous because you don’t have boobs! You can’t make them bounce.” Tokie snickered and put her hands on either side of her boobs to squish them together.

She never really liked Yukiko. Her sister was one thing, but she was picked to be president for a reason; Yukiko, on the other hand, was just completely unlikable and only stood to be the assistant president because the actual class president was her sister.

“Actually, I do.” Yukiko snapped. “They’re just small. But they bounce and are actual boobs, not like your big fake mounds.”

Well, the brat was right about one thing. Compared to Tokie, she actually had boobs; sure, they were incredibly small when compared to all the busty girls at campus.

But that was before Tokie got an upgrade. Now Yukiko’s boobs had nothing on hers.

“Oh, mine are real, look!” Tokie stopped squeezing her boobs and began to bounce them at the bitchy petite girl’s face. “I’ll let you touch them if you apologize for being so mean!”

Yukiko ignored her and said, “You are breaking code two under Modesty Act section B,”

“What? Because my boobs have weight and bounce, unlike your little marbles?”

Behind Tokie, Kanna frowned and whispered to Mai, “Is it me, or is Tokie acting a lot more obsessed with boobs than usual?”

Mai nodded. “I noticed that too. Though I am unsure if it is because she is excited or...” Her eyes moved onto the milk canister on her desk.

Yukiko’s face grew red, and she opened her mouth to snap a related remark, but her sister stepped in. “Enough of this,” Asami said. With her arms crossed, she eyed Tokie, “You are breaking the rules by purposely expressing a sexual act. Natural bounces can’t be helped, but what you are doing is explicitly intentional. Even if you can argue against it being sexual, it does fall under the Destruction Act.”

“Aww..” Tokie pouted. “But class didn’t even start yet.”

Asami took a step in front of her sister, with her arms still crossed, her boobs jiggled, and Tokie could hear a faint Boing.

Ever since taking a swig from that canister, she had noticed that every bounce, every slight jiggle, and especially each huge boing, was a lot more apparent to her. Typically she would just see the jiggles in passing and not think much about it. But now, whenever Tokie, her friends, or any other girl did anything, she would notice the initial bounce and each consecutive one that came after.

“Class will begin in ten minutes,” Asami said. “And there are still some doing last-minute studies.”

“Alright, fine! Then I’ll take me and my big boobs elsewhere.” Huffed Tokie as she hopped a few times.

“Heh.” Iida crossed her arms below her bust and smirked while watching Tokie with a raised brow. “Mine are still bigger.”

“Yeah...” Tokie stopped hopping and looked at the canister on Mai’s desk while her boobs continued to jiggle back to a resting position. “For now,” she said.

Sasori was quick to notice her friend’s gaze. “No.” She said and stepped forward to place a hand on Tokie’s shoulder. “You’re not taking any more of that. We don’t know—”

“Is that a canister of milk?!” Yukiko interrupted. She stormed towards Mai’s desk and lifted the jug to shake it. The clear sound of the liquid inside could be heard sloshing around. “Food and drinks other than water are strictly prohibited in classrooms!” Then, with a devious smirk, she added, “Meaning I can confiscate this.”

“Hey! That’s mine!” Tokie shrugged Sasori’s hand off her shoulder and stomped towards Yukiko. “You can’t take that!”

“I’m the assistant president for this class.” Yukiko danced her fingers over the jug as she smirked. “I think I can.”

Asami sighed from behind them. “She isn’t bringing up any rules that aren’t predefined. And she does have the right to confiscate items if they are found to be against the academy’s regulations.”

“Yes. So this will be going with me.” Yukiko clearly felt pleased with herself for taking something away from Tokie.

“Just let them have it.” Sasori said, “We should bring this up to Sensei anyway. She would know what—”

“No!” Tokie shouted and lept towards the canister. Of course, the action caused her chest to jiggle wildly, but she was more focused on the canister.

Yukiko’s reaction was faster, though, and she lifted it upwards right as Tokie was about to squeeze her hands on the canister’s handles. Unfortunately, though, since Yukiko was rather petite in stature and was on the opposing side of Mai’s desk, without the canister for Tokie to wrap her hands onto, the only other things in her path to squeeze were Yukiko’s small boobs.

“Neeeiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” Gasped Yukiko as she stared in shock at what had just happened. Her cheeks flushed red. Right at her chest, directly upon her small boobs, were Tokie’s hands which naturally squeezed on the girl’s soft tiny tit flesh.

The two girls stayed in place for a few seconds, and no one else in the room reacted. Until Yukiko abruptly raised the canister and proceeded to slam it down directly onto Tokie’s head.

Luckily Tokie’s friends were quick enough to grab her and forcefully yank her away from Yukiko’s boobs. “Tokie! What the hell?” Sasori grunted as she and the rest of the girls pulled her back. They released their hold on her, and Tokie just stood in place as their focus shifted back to Yukiko.

“I’m so sorry!” Kanna apologized on Tokie’s behalf. She bowed apologetically, as did Sasori, but Mai and Iida kept looking at Yukiko with curious eyes. Soon enough, the rest of the girls noticed the odd silence from Yukiko, who should have been exploding with anger after being unpromptedly groped.

But Yukiko’s red-faced blush had completely vanished; she instead stumbled a few steps back and dropped onto her knees. “Yukiko!” Asami dropped her professional demeanor and quickly dashed to her sister’s side; she dropped to her knees and put a hand on the girl’s back. “Are you alright?”

“Nngggnnnnn..ngghhh..my...m....” Yukiko’s face scrunched, and she clearly looked distressed as if she were struggling against something, though no one was doing anything to her.

“What is...” Kanna muttered after she looked up to see what was happening.

“Nnnng..m.mmm.yyy..my breasts…ar...nnggggnnn…..”

“Yukiko? Yukiko! What’s...” Asami shook her sister’s shoulders. “S.. Someone we.. help me take her to nurse Shimizu!” She ordered the curious students that gathered around. “She’s... What did you do to her!?” Everyone followed her gaze, which had bolted up to Tokie.

Though Tokie appeared completely spaced out, and her eyes were glossy. The busty teen just stood in place and stared forwards as if she was mentally away from everything transpiring.

“Tokie?” Sasori questioned her friend.

During everything, Mai had remained quiet and shifted her gaze from Yukiko to Tokie, then back to the canister. She stared at the text on the back, and like a flash of lightning, realization had set in. “Limit excessive contact with breasts for twenty-four hours to prevent...” She said under her breath.

“Eh?” Sasori glanced at Mai.

“The warning...” Mai said, “It didn’t mean contact with her own boobs. It meant...”

“Contact with another’s boobs.” Iida finished Mai’s sentence, then added, “Kinky...”

“So what happens?” Kanna asked, “What happens when she touches someone’s boob—”

“Hey! Wh- What- Yuki- What are you doing! And... Oh my...”

The girls turned back around to see Yukiko was suddenly up and well, but she had her sister pinned down, and the look on her face showed that of pure blinding lust and hunger. But what was most noticeable was that the petite and formerly small-chested teen now had boobs that were the exact same as her much bustier sisters.

Pop Pop Pip Pop!

Button after button on Yukiko’s top exploded out until four of them came loose, and the formerly flat-chested girl’s new package was revealed to the class as her clothing wasn’t able to contain them. The girl’s poor bra couldn’t handle the new size and was nowhere to be found since her tits let free and the two buttons that were left only managed to conceal her nipples. The rest of her boobflesh was displayed in a vast amount of cleavage.

“You- Your boobs! What is...” Asami struggled under her sister’s weight, who was suddenly much heavier than before, considering the bags on her chest.

“Boobs...” Yukiko breathed. “Your.. tits, sister... your tits are so juicy... full of milk... big and bouncy...” She hummed and licked her lips as she stared hungrily down at her sister’s boobs, “But they’re not fertile enough... Need more milk...”

“What are you...” Asami appeared frozen in shock as she watched her sister’s hands inch down towards her boobs. “Errnngg- Stop!” She shouted and rolled her hips and legs back to send a strong kick at Yukiko’s stomach.

The girl was sent flying back and crashed against and through a few empty desks, exposing her striped red panties in the process, her short skirt was left flipped up over her ripped blouse. She splayed across the floor, seemingly unconscious, as her tits jiggled to a resting point.

“What the hell...” Asami stood up; she had to take her glasses off the floor and place them on the bridge of her nose. She then glanced down at her chest for a few moments and breathed a sigh of relief, which soon turned to distress after she glanced back at her knocked-out sister, and then anger as she glared directly at Tokie. “What did you do- HEY!”

Without thinking, she flicked her wrist and sent a ninja star flying from her sleeve. The projectile went directly towards Tokie’s hand. The girl recoiled and leaped backward, though the single jump appeared much more powerful than any typical trained human should manage. She landed on the front desk and flashed a devious smile, not caring that the jump itself caused nearly everyone to see her bright blue panties

It took a second for Kanna to realize that Asami had just stopped Tokie from grabbing her breast since she was too distracted looking at Yukiko’s collapsed figure.

Kanna blinked in surprise when she felt the ninja star fly past her, and she glanced down to her boobs, then back up to Asami and over towards Tokie.

It was then that the rest of the girls realized Tokie had returned to a state of consciousness.

“Tokie?” Sasori questioned the girl, who was still sitting at the front desk with glossy eyes and a newly-formed devious smirk.

“Neheheheheeeee....” Tokie cackled in a voice similar to her own but oddly distorted. “I was worried the curse would never be activated.”

“Curse?” I Kanna gasped, then stepped back and muttered, “Crap...”

“But now that I have been brought to life, I can begin to bring about a new wave of fertile life.”

Sasori blinked. “Fertile life? What the fuc—”

“Imagine a demonic being of lust, locked away for generations because of the damage it may cause—no food to sustain, or energy to grow...” Tokie stood up and thrust her chest out. “I am weak. Only fertile life can provide the essence I need to begin my restoration.” Her fingers rose and pointed directly at Sasori’s chest. “You are all already reasonably fertile.” Her eyes narrowed, and her smirk grew. “But you could prove to be much, much more.. Nekehehehehkeheeeee! When I am done here, you will all be nothing more than fertile hosts. You will kneel before me and feed my soul with your delicious milk. I will be coaxed back to full health and begin to spread fertility to the world..”

“Okay okay,” Sasori reached behind her ponytail and retrieved two miniature double-sided tantos, “Shut up. And release our friend.”

“Oh, but why would I stop when the fertilization has only begun?” Tokie held her smirk and snapped her fingers. “Rise.” She said,

And across the room where Yukiko had been lying unconscious, the girl rose up and breathed. “Yes, my lord.”

“My lord,” Mai said. “You’re a male?”

“Well, yes. Why else do you think I enjoy big tits?”

“Typical men...” Iida shook her head, “Well, you are surrounded,” She reached behind her and retrieved a glowing hand fan, which upon flicking her wrist, projected a hologram of seven more razer shape fans that circled around her. “And you are dealing with agents trained in the art of ninjutsu. We possess technology you haven’t seen before.”

“Yeah!” Kanna pulled out her glowing katana.

“Is that so?” Tokie eyed the classroom, which had more than nineteen trained ninjas all stanced before her with their weapons drawn. “Then it truly is a shame that I retain all of the memories of my host, along with the knowledge of each person I claim as my own fertile servant. If they know something, I possess the very same information... With that said!” She grabbed her big boobs undid the top three buttons to let her tight cleavage spring expand out. “Ahhh, that’s better. Slave, let’s depart. We happen to be surrounded here.”

“Yes, my lord.” Yukiko leapt over the students with an incredible show of enhanced strength, showed everyone her crotch and panties yet again, and landed beside Tokie on the desk.

“Oh, but I must say...” Tokie reached into her waistband and retrieved a small circular orb-like device. “Your whole ninja-theme is incredibly interesting.” She said and then threw the orb down, creating an explosion of smoke.

All the girls were met with impulse fits of coughs as their entire vision was clouded by the smoke.

“Everyone, get back!” Iida called out and stepped forward.

“Protect your breasts,” Mai said, though she wasn’t certain anyone heard her since Iida created a great deal of noise as she swiped her fan to the side. The motion caused the seven separate holographic fans to spin around her in a circular motion, creating enough wind to expel the smoke forcefully.

The smoke quickly dissipated, which revealed the rest of the classroom, showing that both Tokie and Yukiko were nowhere to be seen.

“I…”

“What just happened?”

“I don’t… what are we dealing with?”

“A possessed boob-loving demon... I..”

“Well I mean we’ve seen weirder.”

“Have we?”

“Ehhh....”

“I dunno.”

“This is... this is... this…”

“Is fucked?”

“Yeah,”

“Fuck.”

“What the hell is wrong with Tokie?!”

“Hey! This is not her fault. She’s been possessed by that.... thing! It’s not her.”

“If she wasn’t so obsessed with boobs so much, she wouldn’t have drunk from that canister, and none of this would’ve happened!”

Nearly every girl in the classroom was talking over each other, but one word caught Sasori’s attention.

“The canister!” Sasori shouted loud enough to cut through everyone’s argumentative ramblings. “We need to bring it to the school council.”

“Or the chemistry club.” Kanna mused. “They might be able to concoct some cure.”

“Forget that,” Asami said with crossed arms. “We need to report this to the higher-ups. The E.U.A. has to send their professional agents to deal with this mess.”

Sasori swished her tanned head towards her. “We’re the professional agents!”

“Did you not see what just happened?” Asami countered. “This is beyond us.”

“Aren’t we about to graduate? Because when we do, we are going to be those professional agents you want to call for.”

“Sure.” Asami shrugged. “But we haven’t graduated yet. And because of YOUR friend MY sister has a big-chested mindless drone. So—”

“We need to stop arguing.” Mai shoved her head, literally, between the two girls’ argument. It was fortunate timing too, since both Sasori and Asami were close enough that their breasts were pressing against each other as they stared daggers into the other’s eyes. “This curse appears as though it spreads. Does anyone here have any abnormally large breasts?”

There was a quiet murmur that passed through the group as they all checked themselves. An apprehensive “No,” “Nope,” and “Uh-Uh,” rang back in response.

“Tokie grabbed your sister’s breasts, and then her boobs nearly doubled in size. That’s when they both started to act strange.”

“So if Tokie touches someone’s tits, they become her mindless boob slave?” Iida mused with a smirk and a hand on her chin while her arm was crossed below her chest. “That’s a little hot. If you ignore the circumstance, I wouldn’t mind having a slave of my own.”

Asami frowned. “Good to know.”

“No.” Mai said softly, “I think if anyone she has already gotten to touches someone’s breasts, the curse spreads. Remember, Yukiko attempted to grope you; if she had been successful, you might’ve fallen to the same fate. Tokie said she’s going to convert everyone. If she can do so by spreading it like an infectious virus, it could multiply and be done sooner than we realize.”

“Damn it.” Asami cursed under her breath and glanced down at her chest. Yukiko’s hands were only a few inches away from making contact back then. “So then why did she leave? She could’ve groped us all and gotten a headstart at the academy.”

“You saw how high she could jump,” Mai, who had been gazing at the canister that started this mess, placed it down on her desk and sighed. “It seems like they get enhanced strength when they’re cursed. But I assume they aren’t invincible. There are nineteen of us and only two of them. The fact that they retreated implies that combined, we stand a genuine chance to stop them.”

“Yeah.” One of the girls crashed onto the floor and slumped down. “For now. But if they can spread the curse, who knows how long that’ll last?”

Kanna stamped her foot. “Well, we need to stop them before they get to anyone!”

“What we need to do is contact some agents at E.U.A.,” Asami said with crossed arms. “This is beyond us, and I don’t trust us to save my sister.”

Mai spoke up, “It would also be beneficial to lock down the academy. If we let the curse go worldwide, there might be no stopping it.”

Sasori nodded her head in agreement. “Yeah, we should focus on keeping this contained first. But I think informing the student council or trying to create a cure is also important here.”

“Alright, alright, alright.” Iida’s soothingly mature voice drew everyone’s voices to silence, and they all looked to see her sitting at the table nearest to the front desk. “Every approach I’ve heard sounds solid. But with that said, what should we do? Because in my opinion, we’re getting nothing done by arguing.” She paused to lean forward and clap her hands together. “And there are nineteen of us. Maybe we could try out all of our ideas?”