With a laugh, Washu pulled out what looked like a television remote. Once she started pushing buttons, though, views of a number of places around the Masaki house, as well as what appeared to be each room of the house, including the onsen, blinked into existence at various locations around Yumi and Washu.
“I should have known you already were monitoring the whole place,” Yumi groaned.
“Well, of course. How else am I supposed to know how vulnerable I am if I don’t know what everyone else is up to?”
“Have you ever heard of privacy, Washu?”
“Privacy is a privilege earned, not guaranteed. Especially considering who else shows up around here.”
“Fair enough.” Yumi did have to concede that even in this continuity, there were threats that could show up at a moment’s notice. “So can we get Ayeka’s room front and center, and nice and big?”
“What happened to your privacy concerns?” Washu teased.
“Well, it seems the longer I’m here, the more my degenerate streak stands out. Probably a result of me integrating with this reality that I’ve corrupted with my porn, wouldn’t you say?”
“Maybe you aren’t completely hopeless at understanding how this all works, then.” Washu tapped away at the remote to pull the monitor showing Ayeka’s room to the fore, so the pair could watch things from a safe distance, at least until they knew just what they were getting into.
Safely in her room, Ayeka finally took a minute to examine the bottle of pills Washu had given her. The contents could have been any drug she’d seen since arriving on earth, though the label made it clear the bottle contained nothing normal. Washu had said that the instructions were on the label, so that was where Ayeka would start.
Washu-brand Patented Sex Appeal Pills: Enhance Secondary Sexual Characteristics in just Two to Four Hours!
So far, so good. Ayeka was fairly confident that meant the pills would give her a boost to her physical charms that would allow her to capture Tenchi’s attention. Next were the dosage instructions. The label showed several cartoons, each featuring an increasingly comically busty Washu to demonstrate the expected effects. One pill would be enough to put her over the top, but two pills would be enough boost to turn heads. The four and eight pill cartoons seemed too much to the princess. Two it would be, then, Ayeka decided. Washu had said she could only take one dose a day, so better to go a little too far than to only match or remain smaller than Ryoko and have to wait a whole day to have a chance to correct the mistake.
The rest of the instructions were straightforward. Take with water, do not mix with alcohol, wait in a comfortable place for two to four hours until the effects occur. That was everything Ayeka needed to know. The princess kept water in her room in case she woke up thirsty at night, lest she have to deal with a drunken Ryoko sleeping off her booze in the common area of the house.
Swallowing two pills and water to chase it down, Ayeka had committed to her decision. Now all that remained was waiting.
“So do you think she’s stupid enough to not change into something that can accommodate her, or is our princess going to undress?” Washu asked, now dressed in something that could charitably be called a casino dealer’s outfit, including a black vest, bow-tie, and a white dress shirt that was straining to hold in the scientific genius’s generous bust. The restraints holding Yumi had been undone, and the pair were sharing a bucket of popcorn that Washu had produced from somewhere. Yumi chose not to ask, partially because she didn’t want to know, and partially because asking risked getting a demonstration of one of Washu’s inventions, and at this point that was a guaranteed ticket to some manner of sexcapade Yumi wasn’t quite ready for yet.
“If I were a betting woman,” Yumi said, “ I’d say she’ll alter something to show off her expected gains, but forget to take off what she’s wearing now. It all depends on how long it takes to kick in, though. Does it really take up to four hours?”
Washu laughed. “The active ingredient takes minutes to act. The trick was designing a pill that delayed that enough so that the user had a chance to change clothes before the effects kicked in. I really only wanted something that’d delay things for half an hour or so, but the only ingredients universally effective just take longer to process. For a Juraiyan of Ayeka’s rough physical attributes, I’d put it at two hours on the nose. Something about Juraiyan physiology just really chews through the inert filler quicker than most species I’ve dealt with.”
Yumi nodded. “The real question is how long is it going to take Ryoko to storm in here once Ayeka shoves a new set of melons in her face?” That was the part Yumi was looking forward to. This Ryoko was a little too brash, or Yumi assumed she was, and Ayeka a little too meek. Ayeka’s imminent physical changes were going to change that equation, though, and Yumi was going to get a good show of Ayeka getting to be the show-off.
In Ayeka’s room, the princess had changed into a set of nightclothes. She’d chosen it because they already were just loose on her, and she was confident in their ability to stretch. While waiting, she’d gone ahead and started altering one of her outfits, giving herself plenty of extra room in the chest, and even adding a window to the garment to display some decolletage. After all, it would be best to make it perfectly clear to Ryoko who had the advantage once it was Ayeka’s.
Ayeka was so absorbed in her sewing work that she didn’t notice the time at all, so her only warning for what was about to occur was a warmth radiating out from her abdomen to the rest of her body. Before the princess had a moment to truly react to the warmth, it turned into an almost unbearable pleasure spreading through her body. Ayeka immediately let out a moan, dropping the garment she was working on. The wave of pleasure passed after several seconds, leaving Ayeka with just the warmth once again. If Ayeka weren’t expecting something, she would have assumed Washu had tested some sort of instant orgasm device on her.
“That has to be the pills. It would have been nice if Washu warned me about that, though.” Once the words had left Ayeka’s mouth, another wave of pleasure shot out from the center of the warmth. This time, Ayeka wasn’t as surprised, and though she let out a stifled moan, Ayeka was able to maintain her composure. The wave also didn’t last as long as the first. More importantly, Ayeka was almost certain her breasts had gotten bigger than they were just moments ago. The princess didn’t have much time to dwell on the observation, as a third wave of what she had decided was an orgasmic pleasure pulsed outward from the center of wherever Washu’s pill was. Ayeka was expecting it now, and she was delighted to watch her breasts swell perceptibly outward as the pleasure built up, then receded.
It was a short walk to a full-length mirror in the room, and while Ayeka rode through several additional waves of pleasure getting there, it meant she could watch the ongoing changes to her body much more clearly. By this point, the princess was fairly confident she was bustier than Ryoko, if only by a small margin, but the process was only just beginning, so Ayeka was not worried. Part of her wanted nothing more than to use her hands to explore her swelling curves, perhaps test to see if the expansion made her any more sensitive, but Ayeka was nothing if not proper, and decided that falling to what she imagined was Ryoko’s level, giving into her base instincts and focusing on the physical pleasure, was not princess-like behavior. Instead, Ayeka watched, rapt, as her breasts swelled with each wave of pleasure, noticing mostly when her nightclothes became tight enough to press against her expanding breasts, adding a new variety of sensations to the pleasure when the next wave of growth occurred.
Watching her reflection in the mirror, Ayeka noticed the way that her hips widened, turning so she could see that her ass was filling out as well, even if it was not as drastic as what was going on up top. The princess imagined herself in one of her current garments, the skirt doing nothing to hide her swollen cheeks and smiled. Ayeka even thought that her legs were getting longer, too, though that change was most noticeable towards the end of her transformation, as the time between waves of growth and pleasure slowed. As Ayeka finally gave into the urges to explore her body as the process wound down, she could watch her viewpoint shift perceptibly upwards with each pulse. At the same time, Ayeka was admiring the amount of give in her breasts. It was hard to resist the urge to keep kneading at her tits, which still were growing, each wave of pleasure accompanied by the same small growth she’d watched through the whole process. As the last wave of pleasure subsided, seemingly much more slowly than the rest of her expansion, the princess returned to a more demure pose, something more befitting a princess. While she had given in to the need to touch, she had, at least, kept it to her breasts and hadn’t needed to resort to any of the various tools in a box that she refused to speak of with any other resident of the Masaki household. Now that the process was complete, Ayeka admired her reflection in the mirror. The woman that stared back at her from the mirror was certainly several centimeters taller than Ayeka had been just minutes ago. Now she could properly examine her newly expanded body, and get the measurements she would need to finish her alterations.
The most obvious change was in her breasts. The princess had never been small, but she hadn’t been large, either. Now, she put even Mihoshi to shame, sporting breasts that brought beach balls to mind. Ayeka tried, and failed, not to blush when she found that she needed a longer measuring tape to measure her bust. At least that was one mission accomplished. Moving downward, Ayeka’s waist had remained more or less the same, though the narrowest point of her waist was now obscured by her generous bust, which seemed to defy gravity despite the obvious inertia she felt while moving. Ayeka made a mental note to both ask Washu about that if possible and to be careful hurrying anywhere, lest she concuss herself before she could fashion a bra to restrain her breasts. Further down, Ayeka’s hips had broadened, wide enough that the politest term the princess could think of for them was fertile, though a number of much cruder or lewder terms came to mind first. Turning to inspect the rear view, Ayeka’s first thought upon seeing her ass in the mirror was that she would need to make adjustments just to fit it into one of her garments, and even then it would be hard for anyone not to notice how her rear protruded outward now, and her measurements confirmed it. The increase in height was enough that even Kiyone would be looking up at her. Another quick check with measuring tape informed Ayeka that Kiyone would come up to around the princess’s eyes now, with the princess standing 186 centimeters tall now.
Ayeka couldn’t believe how well Washu’s gift had worked. While she had expected Washu to provide something, she couldn’t have dreamed of something that would have acted so quickly and had such a thorough effect. At this point, all that was left was to finish altering her first outfit, and to put Ryoko in her place. Ayeka couldn’t resist humming cheerfully, even as she struggled to sew around her new curves.
Ayeka and Ryoko were supposed to be helping with hanging laundry in another hour or so, which meant that the two would be left more or less alone while taking care of the chore, and by the end, there would be plenty of hanging garments obscuring most of the sight lines from inside the house, which would be the perfect cover for Ayeka to demonstrate her newfound superiority over the space pirate. The look on Ryoko’s face would be priceless…
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