The next morning, Tenchi tried to relax in the living room as Sasami worked on breakfast. He’d slept poorly, but he hoped that he’d be able to catch Ayeka and Ryoko before they ate and broach the question of dating. As long as Ayeka showed up first, he didn’t have to worry about Ryoko deciding to cling to him, and most days, the princess was up earlier than the pirate. Unfortunately, things did not go to plan.
“Hiya, Tenchi,” Ryoko said as she appeared behind him, covering his eyes with her hands. “I got you a surprise for today.”
“Uh, this isn’t really a gift-giving holiday, Ryoko,” Tenchi said, immediately worried what Ryoko’s “gift” was going to be.”Today is more about exercise and health.”
“Ohhh.” Tenchi realized that Ryoko was going to misinterpret that information deliberately. “I have it on good authority that certain ‘recreational’ activities are great for working out the heart.”
“Even if I was ready for that, Ryoko, I don’t think here or now is the appropriate time.”
“How about I give you that gift, then, Tenchi?” Ryoko clearly was not going to let this go, and Tenchi was fairly confident she wasn’t going to uncover his eyes until he accepted whatever she was giving him.
“Okay, then.”
“Alright, just lean back and relax, then, Tenchi.”
Tenchi did as Ryoko asked and found himself laying back on something warm, with a satisfying amount of give, yet enough firmness to support his weight.
“Is this some sort of new pillow?” Tenchi asked, wondering out loud.
“Mmm, that’s one application for it,” Ryoko answered with a slight giggle.
“Do I get to see yet?”
“Not yet. I want to enjoy the anticipation a bit more.”
This just made Tenchi worry. He knew something was up, but until he realized he could hear a heartbeat from his “pillow,” he couldn’t put two and two together.
“Not you too, Ryoko,” Tenchi groaned.
“Yes. Me, too,” Ryoko confirmed, uncovering Tenchi’s eyes. “Tada! Meet the new and improved Ryoko!”
With his eyes uncovered, Tenchi turned his head and saw two things. First, attached to Ryoko were the largest breasts Tenchi had ever seen, including the pair he’d become very acquainted with that belonged to Ayeka. Second, just barely keeping Ryoko decent, was a shirt that belonged to his father.
“Ryoko, did you ask to borrow that shirt?” Why this was the important question to ask, Tenchi was unsure, but it was better than asking how or why Ryoko had done whatever had caused her growth.
“He didn’t say no, at least.”
Tenchi sighed. Even if she had asked, Tenchi’s father would almost certainly have agreed, especially considering how often he urged Tenchi to take Ryoko up on her offers of casual sex.
“Alright, let me get a look at you, and then I’ll at least let you have until breakfast.” Pushing Ryoko away would be more likely to encourage her to go bigger, and Tenchi was almost at his limit already just trying to peg how big Ryoko actually was.
“Take your time, Tenchi, you can stare all you want.”
Tenchi sat up and moved forward to put some distance between himself and Ryoko before turning around. Part of his mind wasn’t surprised by what he saw, part recoiled at the idea of both of the women who proclaimed their love for him so casually transforming their bodies so drastically in an effort to win him, and a part Tenchi didn’t want to acknowledge liked everything the previous part hated. After all, as Washu had shown off to Yumi the night before, this was exactly what Tenchi’s dream woman looked like. As he took in Ryoko’s new size, he sighed inwardly.
“You just had to outdo Ayeka, didn’t you?” Tenchi muttered.
“Well, of course I had to. As Washu would say, in the natural order of things, I am the bustier of us two, and for it to be otherwise is a perversion of that. Besides, it’s not good for her ego to get so puffed up, even if she is cute with all that cleavage.”
“Yeah, but this is a bit much. You know she’s going to be angry.”
“That’s a problem for after cuddle time. Speaking of which, get back here, Tenchi.” Ryoko patted one of her torso-obscuring breasts, distracting Tenchi momentarily as he watched a ripple of motion through Ryoko’s breast and into the other. “You promised, after all. You can stare all you like the rest of the day.”
Tenchi couldn’t argue the point, he had offered Ryoko just that since Ayeka had been all over him last night. He returned to his previous position and laid back on Ryoko’s massive chest. It was hard to deny that it was comfortable, and between the warmth and the rhythm of Ryoko’s heart, Tenchi found himself falling into a daze…
“Unhand him, Ryoko!” Ayeka’s voice woke Tenchi with a start. While he hadn’t been entirely asleep, he also hadn’t really been awake either. Between the sounds of Sasami working on the house’s breakfast and the steady beat of Ryoko’s heart, he’d been lulled into some space between waking and sleep, at least until the princess arrived on the scene.
“No, Ayeka. Besides, he’s just enjoying my gift. I even asked him nicely this time!”
“Now, Ayeka-” Tenchi started.
“The gift of a, a, a bloated whale, perhaps!” Tenchi had expected Ayeka to be mad, but this was maybe a bit much. Then again, the evening before it had been Ayeka getting to glom all over Tenchi while Ryoko could do little but watch in frustration.
“Well, fortunately for the both of us, Tenchi likes his whales on the bloated side,” Ryoko teased, giving her breasts a small squeeze, daring Ayeka to try and get Tenchi away from her. Since Ryoko was sitting on the floor, and Ayeka wasn’t exactly used to estimating others’ sizes with her current proportions, Tenchi could see that Ayeka thought Ryoko was around her size. Tenchi wasn’t actually sure just how tall Ryoko was at this point, but he had a feeling he would be finding out shortly.
“Well, then, this bloated whale would appreciate it if you removed Tenchi from your overstuffed bosom. Tenchi did say he would have a conversation with us today about the future. Isn’t that right, Tenchi?”
Tenchi wasn’t sure he remembered any such thing, but he also wasn’t going to argue in a situation where he might be literally caught between the two, so he chose to nod and start to stand up. Ryoko didn’t fight him, which was good, but he noticed her start to stand as well and elected to get out from between Ayeka and Ryoko lest he be caught between them. Even if they kept it to just a physical fight, Tenchi was a little afraid he would get crushed between the pair if he hadn’t moved, since neither really was used to the sheer mass they had gained since yesterday.
“Ayeka, you’re yesterday’s news. I appreciate you coming up with the idea to increase your physical appeal, but I’m the queen of the castle now.”
“Even so, I won’t let you boss me around. Just being the bustiest doesn’t mean you can have your way with him.”
It only took another few short moments for the two to be pressed bust to bust, their generous breasts spreading outwards since there wasn’t enough space between them as they tried to butt heads, only to find that their enhanced physiques made it impossible to do so. Tenchi took in the sight. While Ayeka was big, and Tenchi was a little worried that his idea of “big” was starting at Ayeka’s size now, Ryoko was comparatively huge. He at least came up to Ayeka’s chin, but Ryoko towered over him and the princess, with Tenchi coming up just barely to the middle of Ryoko’s chest and Ayeka came up to the pirate’s nose. Even discounting the height advantage, Ryoko was also just bigger in every way that mattered. Her ass was stretching out a pair of panties that did nothing to cover those cheeks, and Tenchi had already seen that Ryoko’s breasts completely hid her torso from view.
As the two oversized women attempted to grapple, each making a combination of growls and what Tenchi was worried were moans of pleasure, it was Sasami who cut through the tension. From the other side of the kitchen, across the living room, and straight into the side of Ryoko’s breast, Sasami had thrown a wooden spoon with distressing accuracy. The impact caused Ryoko to squirm and moan in pleasure, putting her off balance and leading to her weight overcoming Ayeka’s strength. In a moment, Ayeka fell backwards, resulting in the princess laying on the floor, with Ryoko’s head and hair poking into the bottom of Ayeka’s bust, and Ryoko’s breasts pinning down Ayeka’s hips and legs. As Ayeka struggled to get up and Ryoko struggled to extract herself from between the princess’s legs, the sheer amount of motion and contact was enough to overwhelm both women, resulting in both orgasming more or less simultaneously and crying out in pleasure. The heady bliss of cumming gave Tenchi a chance to escape while the pair of enlarged alien women enjoyed each other’s company in the afterglow, their immediate quarrel forgotten.
“See, isn’t everything better when we all just get along?” Sasami opined, returning to her work making breakfast. She knew Ayeka and Ryoko really liked each other, and it was just the uncertainty around Tenchi that got them like this.
In the lab, Tenchi was surprised to see Washu and Yumi’s physiques had both changed overnight. Washu seemed to have put on some additional height and a noticeable amount of extra bust, probably making her an even match for Ayeka in height, though the princess’s beach balls still were larger than Washu’s breasts. Yumi was the bigger change. The new girl hadn’t gotten any taller, making her the last remaining adult woman in the house shorter than Tenchi, but she managed to pack on a pair of breasts perhaps just slightly smaller than Washu’s, though Yumi’s smaller frame made them seem larger in comparison.
“What the heck happened to you guys?” Tenchi asked immediately. He regretted the question immediately as both Washu and Yumi’s eyebrows twitched involuntarily.
“Lab accident,” Yumi said, not wanting to elaborate further. Tenchi looked to Washu for more information.
“Mihoshi and Kiyone were partying last night, it seems,” Washu elaborated, “and their bar crawl happened to pass through here. As is usually the case, Mihoshi managed to find her way into trouble, and now all four of us have been changed like this.”
“Sorry to, ah, bring it up, then. I know how Mihoshi can be.”
“Eh, it’s just one more to the pile of things to fix to some degree or another once everything’s played out,” Washu responded with a shrug.
“She’s just cranky because she didn’t get as much sleep as she wanted,” Yumi explained. “Someone decided to get a little too friendly after the accident and found out that I am not as inexperienced as she thought.”
Tenchi tried not to imagine what Yumi was likely describing, as he was trying not to be overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of tall and curvaceous women now surrounding his life. He realized something peculiar in what Washu had said.
“What do you mean ‘once everything’s played out?’” Yumi shot a glance at Washu, who merely shrugged.
“My dear Tenchi,” Washu answered, “don’t you find it strange that over the course of 24 hours or so, your life has gone from merely strange to filled with scenarios cribbed more or less directly from your sexual fantasies?”
“Actually, yes, I did wonder about that. Is there an explanation?” Washu gave a look to Yumi, who sighed and continued.
“When I came to this reality yesterday, I had a bag of, well, pornographic comics. This normally wouldn’t be a problem, unless this reality was completely sexless or something, but there was a wrinkle to be considered. In my reality, your life and adventures are a work of fiction, popular enough to inspire others to write their own stories set in and around it, but with their own perverted twists.”
“I don’t like where this is going,” Tenchi said, filling the brief pause before Yumi continued.
“All of those comics feature you and the women around you. We’ve identified one which has, for better or worse, altered this reality in a meaningful fashion. Part of that was an unlikely series of events which put into the minds of Ayeka and Ryoko the idea to change their own bodies in a way that just happens to appeal to your deepest sexual fantasies, which also didn’t exist until,” Yumi checked a watch she was wearing, “sixteen hours or so ago, much like your ‘art’ collection.”
“So how do we stop it?” Tenchi asked. “Because if my fantasies now are driving what Ayeka and Ryoko are doing…”
“Yeah, they aren’t done,” Washu interjected. “The broad strokes of what has happened are identical to the plot of the comic, despite some differences in the details.The thing is, we determined that if we stopped the plot of this comic, then any of the other ones we don’t have our hands on could take over. What’s happening is much safer in terms of potentially rewriting our reality in a significant fashion, so until we get a hold of every last comic, our best bet is to keep things going as they are. Ayeka and Ryoko have both bought into the idea that they need to be the biggest, are going to overdo it and end up just on the upper end of what you like, and you get to find out just how scary those two can be when they decide to stop fighting.”
“And since our reality won’t have changed a bunch, that makes it easier to fix things?”
“When we say fix, we’re referring to adjusting everyone’s proportions back towards, ah, base levels,” Yumi answered, taking over once again. “We’ll all probably be just big enough to tickle your fantasies, and we’ll have to lock down anything that could accidentally push things upward over time for the next month or so. For better or worse, you’re the protagonist of the universe, Tenchi, so changes to you have a lot of knock-on effects we can’t just get rid of, and I doubt you want to let Washu and I pick around in your brain trying to change your sexual fantasies to something more mundane.”
“So, I’m not going to get to have a quiet holiday, am I?” Tenchi finally asked.
“Afraid not,” Washu answered, “but you’ll probably find it fun in ways you’d be too embarrassed to admit before the end of the day.”
With that, Tenchi sighed and let himself out. It sounded like whatever was going to happen was going to find him one way or another, so no sense in trying to avoid it.
After extricating herself from Ryoko, a pleasurable, if awkward, process that left both ladies slightly riled but too embarrassed to really act on, Ayeka had retreated to her room once more. Ryoko had found some way to improve her own physique, and that meant that Tenchi was once again at risk. Ayeka was left with only one option: she had plenty of Washu’s miracle pills left, after all. Washu’s instructions had said not to take more than one dose a day, but Ayeka had taken them yesterday, so surely it would be fine. Ayeka consulted the dosing instructions and her prior experience and decided that even just one pill would put her at an advantage again. And even if it didn’t, Ayeka could slowly adjust upwards as needed over time to make sure Tenchi’s eyes stayed on her. The princess took another pill and laughed to herself before making sure she was ready for breakfast properly after her spat with Ryoko.
After a relatively uneventful breakfast, aside from Ryoko and Ayeka deciding to be seated next to one another, which mostly resulted in more of a show than Tenchi really had anticipated as the two found every way to jostle their oversized curves into one another without looking like they were trying to literally jockey to be slightly in front of each other, Ryoko found herself lazing in the morning sun on the floor of the first floor’s main room. With the princess back to hiding in her room, and no sign of Tenchi, who had somehow managed to find an errand that involved him running off to town, Ryoko had some time to think about what her actual goal was in all of this. She’d always found Ayeka cute, and while they’d never gotten along, that was just because the two came from very different social strata. Despite Ayeka’s haughtiness and her inability to relax around others, Ryoko realized that the two of them had more in common than both of them probably wanted to admit, and what traits they didn’t share, they genuinely admired in their opposite. After all, Ryoko could never imagine herself dealing with the weight of tradition that Ayeka bore day after day. More importantly, Ryoko had finally gotten under the princess’s armor. She’d seen how flushed Ayeka was after the two untangled themselves from their pre-breakfast fight, so it was clear that Ayeka was at least as horny for her as she was for the princess. They just needed to get Tenchi to agree to something, and the two ladies could probably take care of their more physical urges until Tenchi was ready for them.
With that, Ryoko was decided. She could be a magnanimous victor, after all. Ayeka really had done well with her idea to grow her curves out to get Tenchi’s attention, but Ryoko had done it better. Maybe once she was ready to get off the floor, she would stop by the princess’s room and make her peace with Ayeka. The two could work with Washu to find a mutually agreeable size and shape, and then she’d really get to know the princess. Oh, that would be a fun time…
Back in Ayeka’s room, the princess was getting anxious. Rather than try and prepare for the results of her recent dose of Washu’s drug, Ayeka had tried to meditate and clear some of the chaos that reigned in her mind, but was largely unsuccessful. Instead, it seemed her thoughts kept leading to imagining a future in which she and Ryoko shared Tenchi more or less equally. More importantly, that meant she had her fill of the pirate’s overly bounteous curves. After all, Tenchi was but one man, and one of the side effects of her and Ryoko’s enhancements clearly seemed to be an oversized libido, and it was only natural that if the pair shared Tenchi, then they had a claim on each other.
Now, the princess was naked and bracing herself for the pleasure to come. Even knowing what she had faced last time, Ayeka was not ready for it. The first pulse seemed to come from the very core of her body, and Ayeka swore she could feel her body expand outwards as the pleasure spread. Cautious probing with her fingers confirmed her suspicions: her lower lips and clit had swollen, and significantly. Before examining further, Ayeka tried to take stock of the other changes. She could tell she had risen slightly towards the ceiling, and her breasts definitely seemed closer to Ryoko’s proportions than what she’d had just moments ago. Had she made some mistake? She had expected a much weaker effect. And where was the next wave of pleasure? Last time, the growth had come as a series of slow, steady waves that washed over her, not this explosion of sensation that she had just faced.
Ayeka got her answer in the form of a much more intense pulse of pleasure, again starting between her legs. This time she got to feel herself swelling down there, as she’d yet to move her hand away from her examination. Every ounce of self-control was consumed trying not to slide her fingers into herself, as she once again watched her perspective rise again towards the ceiling. What had she done wrong? The only silver lining was that her increased size meant she could reach the pill bottle and check over the instructions. There, in very fine print, was an instruction that didn’t quite match what Washu had said. Wait 24 hours between doses. Effects may compound with prior doses. That Washu! She could have explained it properly, but then, the instructions were right there. It was Ayeka’s greed that had resulted in getting far more of a result than she had intended.
Once Ayeka understood her error, there was nothing left to do but embrace it. She had already been on edge since the encounter with Ryoko, and enjoying this growth would at least help with that. The princess threw all attempts at decorum aside and spread her legs open, sliding her fingers in delicately at first, then more eagerly as her body responded far more intensely than she’d initially expected. Her other arm cradled one of her breasts as she tried to position her nipple in such a way that she could tease it with her mouth. While she didn’t have Ryoko’s academic knowledge of how to use such a body for lewd ends, Ayeka wasn’t stupid, and had been theorizing just how someone could please her physically. Once she did manage to get her mouth to her nipple, she latched on and refused to let go, surprised by just how much her own mouth on herself pleased her. The thought of Tenchi and Ryoko on either side was enough to send her over the edge into an orgasm, which either was timed just so that it matched up with the next surge of growth, or set it off somehow.
The growth spurts came more slowly than they had yesterday, mostly in time with the princess’s orgasms, but each spurt felt like it was as much as all of the previous day’s growth combined. While part of Ayeka could tell consciously that she was largely growing equally in all directions, meaning she was just getting taller, the vast majority of Ayeka’s thought processes were dedicated to teasing herself, the princess fully given over to eking out every last orgasm she could while the growth was ongoing. Her bedding was drenched, mostly with her fluids, but also in the sweat she had worked up while working herself over. The part of her focused on enjoying things wondered how good it would feel to grow so large that she’d bust through a wall or the roof of the house, putting her whole body on display for the world. Each new fantasy sent the princess over the edge, feeding into another surge of growth, which led to a new depraved fantasy in her mind. The small part of Ayeka that wasn’t focused on her needs was busy cataloging the increasingly wild ideas the other parts of her mind were coming up with so that they could become reality in the future when possible.
All that came to a crashing halt when the princess rose up on her knees during a particularly intense orgasm and felt her head brush against the lamp installed in the ceiling of her room. Ayeka wasn’t an expert on architecture, but she definitely remembered someone saying that most of the rooms in the house on the upper floors had a ceiling just shy of two and a half meters. The house’s light fixtures probably hung lower still, but that still meant she had to be more than three meters tall. While being big was definitely appealing, Ayeka still needed to be able to live in the Masaki house if she wanted to be with Tenchi. Another burst of growth surged through the princess’s body, and though it was weaker than before, Ayeka felt her head bump into the ceiling this time. While Ryu-Oh would be able to accommodate her new stature, the idea of not being able to stand up in the house was too much. Now in a panic, her competition with Ryoko forgotten, Ayeka focused on at least getting out into the common spaces of the house. Sliding the door open was easy enough, getting herself through it, less so.
Ayeka cursed the breasts and hips that she’d been in love with mere moments ago, and cursed the fact that with seemingly every centimeter of her new height she squeezed through the doorway, she had to hold back lest she enjoy the sensations and set off another growth spurt. Her bust seemed to take an eternity to squeeze through the doorway, but once it was through, she was halfway done. She angled herself down the hallway and readied herself to work her hips through. Ayeka was surprised at how much pinning her hips to the floor stimulated her as she worked her hips through the doorway agonizingly slowly. It took all her self-control to hold it in. Finally, she was clear enough of the door, and sliding one leg out, Ayeka let out a hearty moan as what she hoped was a final spurt of growth overtook her. Most of one leg still remained in her room, but for now, Ayeka was free. Taking deep breaths, she looked down the hallway and the stairs, only to see Ryoko, staring. The space pirate’s expression communicated a number of things: anger, betrayal, the urge to just fuck the princess silly, and the competitive spirit that Ayeka knew was the core of their rivalry. Ryoko vanished, leaving the princess to ponder what would happen next.
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