After dinner and a pointed glare or two at Ayeka, who had simply told Ryoko that there was enough of her for the pirate to have a piece as well, Ryoko returned to her stash and retrieved a pair of Yumi’s comics. One was the one she had used some ideas from this morning, exposing Tenchi to the joys of motorboating a woman’s breasts, and the other didnt seem terribly relevant for getting anywhere with Tenchi, since it involved two women, one of whom inexplicably also had a penis. The first doujin Ryoko had read over several times, taking notes on the various ways that a woman with the ridiculous proportions portrayed could pleasure a man, and she even wrote some thoughts on how to put her own spin on some of the techniques in the future. With the pair of comics in hand, Ryoko returned to Washu’s lab, hoping Washu wouldn’t be too difficult.
Inside the lab, Ryoko noted that Yumi was not with Washu. The poor girl was probably already getting put to work. On one hand, learning Washu’s secrets was probably worth the effort, but the idea of having to do everything the eccentric scientist asked was too much for Ryoko. Ryoko also noticed that the lab had been remodeled since even just the day before.
“Finally installing some amenities here, Washu?” Ryoko asked as she walked up to where Washu was sitting, who was clearly waiting for Ryoko’s arrival. “You must really like that brat to think of her comfort down here.”
“Do you want the honest answer, or the one that will make you feel better?”
“Give it to me straight. I’m a big girl, I won’t be offended.”
“It’s simple enough. Yumi could already tell she’d be a complication for Tenchi. After all, an Earth girl, even one from a reality somewhat different from his own, would be so much easier for him to get along with. She’s not interested in him, though, and this was a way to keep herself out of you and Ayeka’s hair.”
Ryoko paused, caught off guard by Washu’s answer. “Huh, well color me surprised. I would have thought you’d coerced her into it or something.”
“A good student needs to be motivated by their own curiosity and desire to learn, Ryoko.”
“Alright, alright. Enough about the new girl.” It was time to get down to business. “I believe I have something you want quite a bit, Washu.”
“Considering my scanners went off when you came through the door, I assumed as much. And knowing you, you’re not here to return them out of the good of your heart.”
“Good, that makes this part easier. I know you gave Ayeka something that turned her into the oversized bimbo she is now. The offer is simple: I give you these,” Ryoko held up the doujinshi, “and you give me something to make me bigger. Even if the princess doesn’t think her scheme is working, I could tell Tenchi was getting nervous. Maybe just a bit more ‘oomph’ and he’ll break and give in.”
“So you don’t care what I give you, as long as it gives you the results you want?”
“Okay, I want something fast-acting enough to guarantee I’m the biggest in the house before morning. Tenchi’s supposed to be home all day for the holiday and I want to start early on him.”
Washu nodded. “So…fast-acting and sufficient to beat out Ayeka for size. I think I have just the thing for you!” Washu dove into a container filled with a number of small bottles, finally returning with one so small that Ryoko wasn’t sure what to think. “Normally, I’d say just use one or two drops to start, but this thing has maybe five drops left, and that should be exactly how much you need. Mix it in with a drink, and make sure you’re ready for things to start right away, because it will start up pretty damn fast.”
“And you’re not playing a prank on me, right?” Ryoko asked. She wouldn’t put it past Washu to provide something that’d have a completely different effect. Washu loved to play games almost as much as she loved to invent solutions to non-existent problems.
“Cross my heart and all that,” Washu answered. “After all, you brought me something I wanted, and you didn’t try to sneak in and steal anything, either.”
Admittedly, that had been Ryoko’s backup plan if she couldn’t cut a deal with Washu, but trading off two comics that Ryoko didn’t need anymore and not pissing Washu off in case Ryoko needed more in the future was a significantly better outcome.
“I’ll let you know if I find out anything about the rest of your brat’s stuff, then,” Ryoko said, taking the bottle from Washu and fleeing the lab, lest Washu change her mind. Now, Ryoko could get even and get Tenchi back from Ayeka.
“Alright, Yumi, the coast is clear.” On cue, Yumi shimmered into visibility after letting out a breath she had been holding for longer than she clearly would have liked to.
“Did you have to hide me?” Yumi asked. “There’s enough space now that you’ve expanded the place that you probably could have just had me in the back and Ryoko wouldn’t have noticed.”
“As single-minded as she was about getting what she wanted, Ryoko does have senses that blow yours out of the water. She would have noticed and probably started sizing you up or feeling you out as a threat. Better to hide you in plain sight.”
“I’ll take your word for it. On the other hand, I can definitely say that those are mine, or were, I guess. They look the same as I remember, if nothing else.”
Washu thumbed through the comic on top. “Damn, you were not kidding about these being lewd. That would explain why they sealed me here, your people seem to be the only ones that can keep up with me in sexual deviancy.” There was a note of pride in Washu’s voice.
“Alright, boss, save the self-aggrandizing for someone who is impressed by you stating the obvious,” Yumi teased.
“If I weren’t sure I need your help to figure out what’s going to happen tomorrow from these things, I’d make you regret those words,” Washu replied. She handed over the comics to Yumi. “So get to work. We need a gameplan to make sure this doesn’t corrupt things too much further than it already has.”
“Actually, one question before we start preparing. How on earth did Ryoko not notice herself in the comic?”
“Oh, that’s easy. Most minds recoil at the concept of being a fictional character, so to protect herself, Ryoko’s brain just completely replaced everyone she recognized with similar, but otherwise unremarkable characters. That’s why I’m having you read. Since you’re not in the comic, you can go through it much more quickly than I could, even though I can understand the concept of being a work of fiction in another reality.”
“That makes…a distressing amount of sense.” With the question out of the way, Yumi started reading the appropriate doujinshi and talking through the plot with Washu…
After exiting the lab and making a short stop to heat up some sake and make sure she had something to drink it with, Ryoko made her way to the bath, which had been replaced, at least for the women of the house, with an entire onsen Washu had set up in subspace for them. To Ryoko, it was the perfect space for what she was about to do. First, it was late enough that she was unlikely to run into anyone else, excepting perhaps Washu and her new toy, who already would know what Ryoko was up to. Second, even if someone were to walk in on her, Ryoko naked and potentially masturbating there was about as old hat as manipulating the door so that Tenchi would end up in there with several ladies. Lastly, on the off chance that Washu had underestimated how well whatever was in that little bottle worked, the onsen was as big as the entire rest of the house, so it’d be difficult for Ryoko to run out of space.
Once she found a nice spot to relax and enjoy her sake, Ryoko opened the bottle Washu had given her. She noted that the liquid within glowed with an impressive fuschia light, but when she mixed in with her sake, the effect seemed to vanish. Ryoko shrugged, not bothering to wonder whether that was a sign the stuff would be effective or a sign that it wouldn’t work as expected. After giving the contents of the carafe that held the mixture a couple of swirls, just for good measure, Ryoko poured herself a cup of sake and drank it in one easy swallow. If nothing else, it tasted just like normal sake, which was fine to Ryoko.
When felt warmth spread out into her body as the liquid made its way down her throat, Ryoko started watching, eager to see the effects on her body. After several impatient seconds, the sensation seemed to strengthen in her chest, and Ryoko watched greedily as her breasts began to swell before her eyes. It was a start, and Ryoko couldn’t resist squeezing her tits as they grew. As she swelled past Mihoshi’s size, Ryoko let out a satisfied moan, followed by a sigh inwardly as the growth rapidly slowed to a halt.
“Well, it wouldn’t be satisfying if it were as easy as drinking one cup and blowing past Ayeka,” Ryoko mused to herself, pouring another cup for herself. “So cheers to Washu for at least making this an enjoyable process.” Ryoko drained her cup once more, eager to resume her growth.
This time, the sensation was less of a warmth and more of a fire. Ryoko couldn’t resist sliding a hand down between her legs and the other over her breast as whatever was going on seemed to light every nerve in her body up. She could still feel one breast swelling in her hand, rapidly overflowing its ability to hold it, which resulted in Ryoko groping at her ripening tit as her other hand started to tease elsewhere, gently encouraging her lower lips to part for some real play. While her focus was lower, Ryoko realized she could feel her hips widening, spreading across the bench under the water. Again, the growth seemed to taper off just as she was getting into a rhythm, and the space pirate growled in frustration.
“Dammit, Washu, if you’re going to give me something that makes me feel this good, let me at least get off while using it!” Even as she cursed Washu’s invention, Ryoko was realizing the miscalculation she had made. By mixing Washu’s miracle drug into as much sake as she had, Ryoko was going to have to drink quite a few more cups to even get through half of it. Fortunately, that meant the solution was simple. Ryoko set aside the cup, not wanting to lose it or damage it in the process. This time, she simply drank straight from the carafe. After all, it wasn’t like she was planning on sharing this particular sake with anyone.
With that much sake flowing down Ryoko’s throat, the effect was intense. It felt like an electric shock to every sensitive area on her body, in the most pleasurable sense. Her breasts’ growth resumed with a surge, bringing to the space pirate’s mind footage of bread dough rising that had been sped up. Below the waterline, her hips resumed their growth, her thighs seeming to grow thicker to match. Most impressively, Ryoko could feel her lips swell as she parted them and finally started teasing herself in earnest. The first orgasm rocked Ryoko’s body as she felt her clit swell directly under a teasing finger, causing her to cry out in pleasure. That just made the pirate want more. If she was going to be this sensitive all the time, she needed to get used to it, or she’d never be able to take care of Tenchi. For good measure, Ryoko pinched her nipple, letting out a sharp moan at how good that felt as well. Next, the pirate tested how many fingers she could slide inside herself, stopping at four simply because she refused to cease teasing at her clit.
The moment she felt the enhanced pleasure start to fade and her swelling slow, Ryoko let go of her breast and grabbed the carafe, downing the rest of its contents in greedy swallows. Fire, ice, electricity, and other indescribable sensations of pleasure overwhelmed Ryoko, setting off several orgasms as each orgasm seemed to cause Ryoko to swell noticeably in all directions. The pirate realized she had to be getting taller as her breasts rose further out of the water, even as they inched downwards past her waist with each surge of growth towards her hips. With her body getting larger in every dimension, and her beverage completely consumed, Ryoko shifted her position, turning so that one leg sat on the bench and the other the bottom of the onsen. With a little effort, the space pirate was grinding herself against the rounded edge of the seat, letting the rough stone tease her lips and clit, which freed her hands to grope furiously at her breasts. Ryoko’s eyes were closed as she weathered orgasm after orgasm, alternating between fantasies of riding Tenchi, grinding against the oversized Ayeka, now her inferior, and situations in which both the princess and Tenchi attended to her lust. It was heaven.
For Ryoko time stood still and yet passed all too quickly. Washu’s medicine could only last so long, and finally the pirate came back to the earth as the effects wore off, the growth slowing to nothing and Ryoko’s body becoming less sensitive, though still noticeably more sensitive than she had been before the growth. And speaking of growth, Washu had been right. Ryoko’s body had Ayeka beaten in every way that mattered. She reached down and cradled a pair of breasts that reached down to the top of her hips, and with a slight lift were almost in her own face. Gauging her growth elsewhere was harder, but Ryoko was confident that her hips were wider and her ass plumper than what she’d seen on Ayeka. Lastly, Ryoko was tall. She was going to have to just barely duck to get back out from the onsen, which put her past two meters in height. Tenchi probably came right up to the middle of her chest, and Ryoko had to resist another go at herself imagining shoving Tenchi into this set of tits.
As she started to hum happily, Ryoko realized she had made several critical errors. Of these, the most important was that she hadn’t thought of what she would be able to wear at this size. It was too late to go anywhere, and even if it weren’t, she’d cause trouble for being nude. Maybe she could ‘borrow’ something from Nobuyuki, Tenchi’s father. He was the tallest of the three generations of Masakis present at the house, and broad enough that Ryoko might be able to manage something. Otherwise, her options were Washu or Ayeka. Washu could easily synthesize something for her, but that would be another debt owed. Ayeka would happily alter something Ryoko already had, but it would mean getting measured, and it would take enough time for Ayeka to give herself another boost.
“Knowing Tenchi’s dad, the guy probably wouldn’t mind seeing a woman built like me or Ayeka in his stuff,” Ryoko mused to herself as she settled on a course of action for her most apparent issue.
The other issues were longer-term ones. With all the extra weight Ryoko packed in during her growth and her overall size, trying to sleep up in the main room’s rafters was doomed to end in Ryoko finding out how much impact her breasts could absorb falling nearly two stories.She could use the shed she was hiding Yumi’s comics in temporarily, but until she was able to move into Tenchi’s room, she’d have to negotiate an actual room to stay in. Least important, but still something she would have to adjust to, was the fact that Ryoko wouldn’t be able to hide in just any tree around the Masaki house and shrine now. Once again, her increased size and weight significantly limited her options for hiding up in branches, let alone sleeping there. That meant less ability to evade responsibility, but that was a trade-off worth making if it got her Tenchi.
Aside from clothing, though, everything else could wait until tomorrow. The sheer amount of pleasure Ryoko had gone through during her growth was enough to make her want to fall asleep in the first spot she could fit, but she needed something to wear for tomorrow before settling in for the night.
Elsewhere in the house, Tenchi had run out of ideas. He’d gotten away from Ayeka, but it had taken far longer than he had hoped, and extricating himself from the princess’s loving but smothering (in multiple senses of the word) embrace had left him unable to think straight. Ryoko and Ayeka had stopped playing games, Ayeka had said. Tenchi had hoped he would have been able to delay long enough that one or both had to return to space for a month or two, which would have given him enough space to figure out what he really wanted, but it was clear that both women had lost their patience. With no other options coming to mind, Tenchi found himself wandering to the former closet that now housed Washu’s lab and knocking. Surprisingly, the door opened almost immediately.
Inside, Washu and Yumi were discussing something animatedly, with a number of diagrams drawn across several boards, both physical and virtual. The thought of someone from Earth, even if it wasn’t his, being able to hold a conversation on Washu’s level for more than a few minutes impressed Tenchi, making him wish once more that something could have gotten in the way of the two overeager aliens vying for his affections. Before Tenchi could get close enough to make any real sense of what the two were working on, Washu disabled her virtual boards and hit a button to cover up the physical ones. Ominous, but somewhat expected. Tenchi was used to Washu’s paranoia, and considering what he had seen her accomplish, he could understand it.
“Um, Washu, any chance I could ask for some advice?” Tenchi finally said, realizing how lame he sounded. “Ayeka and Ryoko are getting really aggressive about this relationship thing, and I’m getting worried.”
“No can do, Tenchi. Trust me when I say that anything I could tell you would just make things worse for you. My hands are tied.” Tenchi slumped in disappointment, until Washu continued. “Luckily, this is a great chance for my new assistant to put her skills to the test!” Washu gestured dramatically at Yumi, who was suddenly illuminated by stage lighting and had struck a dramatic pose without missing a beat. “Follow Yumi up to her office, I’ve got other work to do.”
Sheepishly, Tenchi followed Yumi through Washu’s lab up a set of stairs he didn’t recall seeing previously. Tenchi noticed what looked like a bedroom and some other space he could associate with living quarters before being led through a door and into a small office. Inside was a leather couch, another chair, and bookshelves loaded to the brim with books whose titles Tenchi could barely make sense of. More surprising was the fact that somehow Yumi’s gray jacket had disappeared, replaced with a white doctor’s coat, and the silver-haired girl now wore a pair of glasses which radiated an aura of intelligence.
“Please lay down, Tenchi,” Yumi gestured to the couch. “I know something is eating you up, but I’d guess you are having a hard time articulating what exactly the issue is.”
“Yeah, how’d you know, Yumi?” Tenchi asked as he laid on the couch, crossing his arms behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling.
“Call it a lucky guess. Why don’t you start talking through things as best you can, and I’ll take some notes? We can use those to put it all together and start thinking of solutions. So you know, anything you say here is purely confidential, and Washu is busy, so you shouldn’t have to worry about her. As an outsider, maybe I can offer some fresh perspective on the matter.” Tenchi sighed, but realized Yumi was probably right. At least like this, he didn’t have to worry about any of the other women barging in, so he’d be able to think through everything properly for once.
“I think the main problem is that Ayeka and Ryoko want me to commit the rest of my life to one or both of them, and that’s difficult to do. I’m still a young guy, and it’s not like I have any prior relationship experience, so how am I supposed to know whether we’re even compatible? If it was just about asking one or the other out, I’d just give it a go, but you can’t go back on something like marriage, so what am I supposed to do?”
“Have you talked to them about not wanting to skip to the end, so to speak?” Yumi barely looked up as she took notes while Tenchi spoke.
“Since both Ayeka and Ryoko interrupt each other when they try to have that sort of conversation with me, I haven’t really had a chance to.”
“So because Ayeka and Ryoko won’t let the other have a proper heart-to-heart with you, you haven’t talked about wanting to do things the Earth way?”
“I guess.”
“Is there any reason you couldn’t just date and marry both of them?”
“Assuming we’re able to get around the legal issues, which I guess since Ayeka’s from Jurai, probably wouldn’t be too hard, I’d be okay with it. They both have their charms.”
“So you’re not opposed to being with Ayeka and Ryoko, you just feel like they’re pushing for more of a commitment than you’re comfortable with?”
“Um, when you put it that way, that all sounds right.”
“Then why haven’t you pushed back and told them you want to start light, have some dates together or something?”
Tenchi realized there was no reason he couldn’t have done just that instead of avoiding the issue. “Um…”
“Were you afraid that Ayeka or Ryoko wouldn’t accept the possibility of all three of you together?”
“Not really, I’ve always thought that under the rivalry was a lot of mutual respect and admiration, and Ayeka more or less told me she’d be happy to share me with Ryoko today.”
“Tenchi, it sounds to me like you’ve been avoiding this issue instead of trying to find an option that works for everyone. Why?”
“Um, it just doesn’t feel real, still. Part of me still wonders if this is the dream and I’ll wake up back at the beginning of that summer and it’ll have never happened.”
Yumi laughed. “Well, Tenchi, I can very much assure you that I am as real as it can get. So take it from me, tell Ryoko and Ayeka what you want, start dating, find a happy way forward for you three. You’ve got a whole universe out there that I’m sure they’d be happy to show you, and there’s a whole planet here that they’ve barely seen any of. See what you can find in it all.”
Tenchi was surprised by how reasonable it all was. Yumi seemed to have seen right through him and everything he’d said and cut right to the heart of the matter. If Ayeka and Ryoko were throwing themselves at him, he needed to be honest about what he was looking for. Of course, he didn’t realize that Yumi had the benefit of knowledge of several versions of himself across differing timelines to use to push him off the status quo of this one.
“Anything else you’d like to share with me, Tenchi?” Yumi asked, a slightly knowing note in her voice.
“About what?”
“You know what. We both know that how Ayeka looked at dinner is not how she looked this morning when I fell into the fields.”
Tenchi could feel a blush creeping up his face. “I, I, what do I have to do with that?”
“Well, if Ayeka and Ryoko are throwing themselves at you, wouldn’t it make sense that if one of them changed physically, it would be to appeal to you more?”
“I guess…” This conversation was going in a dangerous direction, but Tenchi realized he had trapped himself by reacting to the hook Yumi had set.
“So do you have a thing for tall girls with curves like that?”
“Yes,” Tenchi replied meekly.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
As if on cue, a screen with Washu’s face popped up in between Yumi and Tenchi. “He may not want to talk about it, but he sure does have a lot of pictures of what he likes on his computer!”
“Washu, what did we say about privacy?” Yumi asked, clearly annoyed.
“That it’s a privilege, not a right!” With that, a number of illustrations popped up over the feed of Washu. Tenchi, clearly recognizing them, covered his face with the pillow he had been laying his head on, clearly ashamed to have his dirty laundry aired out in front of Yumi.
“Oh. Oh.” Yumi had expected something like this, but not to the degree Washu was displaying. Perhaps Tenchi would enjoy what was in store tomorrow more than Yumi had expected. “Okay, Washu, enough embarrassing Tenchi. This is what I get for mentioning it out loud.”
Yumi showed Tenchi out of the office and out of the lab, hoping the poor young man would be able to sleep after all that. That left her alone again with Washu. The hour was late, and Yumi realized she had had an extremely busy day considering everything that had occurred. Still, there was no rest for the wicked, and depending on which plan they were going with, she and Washu would potentially be burning a lot of midnight oil to get things ready in time. If that was the case, Yumi hoped Washu had coffee, or something to help keep them awake through the night. Maybe they could pause relative time outside this subspace again. As Yumi considered the possibilities, she headed back to the main section of the lab, ready to help with whatever Washu needed.
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