Seriously, what was Punk Bitch thinking? Punching in a window and grabbing the cash without any preparation or disguises? Very risky, especially if the guards had weapons. Japan was rather strict on gun-usage but bank employees were one of the few exceptions. It could work in a little shop she guessed, but it would still ruin their private life if they acted so rush. Cameras were everywhere these days. And even if Cinder didn’t care about that, it would be useful to have minions with their own support base and resources instead of ones that were running from the law. She didn’t have the money to feed all of them right now.
Stealth Bitch sounded like she was talking sense at first, but the safes were locked. She would have to stick her hand in when someone was taking out money. One wrong step and the girl would be noticed as someone closes the lid on her hand. Not to forget that she wanted them to be noticed. There was no point to this if these foolish users of Titnosis only found out about the robbery afterwards from security camera footage.
And Blondie was suggesting that they dress up as what sounded to her like magical girls? Argh… she guessed it was something, but they would need disguises beyond frilly dresses so as to not be identified immediately. It pulled up certain memories she would rather forget, but she would probably have to do something about that…. later… she really didn’t want to make them think she was rewarding them with a show for their incompetence.
“Alright girls, you all have your own ideas on how to this and such. So this time I will lead you through the process. First your names and your skills, anything that is useful in combat, administration or whatever else you think we need. Oh, and keep it to things that humans could reasonably do, no chuni fantasies.” She really didn’t want to deal with any nonsense. Hard facts were what mattered in this sort of situation. Cinder Fall pointed one hand at the blonde girl and motioned for her to start.
“Eh… okay. I am Minako Aino, I am experienced in close combat and am good enough to beat most martial artists in my age group. I know where to hit, how to dodge and how people react in dangerous situations. All in all, I am physically very fit compared to my peers.” Huh, that was rather impressive all things considered, especially for a girl who was this young. Of course Cinder Fall had no idea that Minako was underselling herself hard. After all we were talking about a girl which could roof-hop without needing a magical girl transformation.
“I am good at leading, organizing and motivating people.” Alright, that was a bit of an uncertain thing if the villainess thought about it. People could easily think they were good leader and only succeed because they had good minions after all. So she asked.
“What experiences do you have in that area?”
Minako blinked, seemingly trying to think on how to word this while in reality she was trying to comply with Cinder’s earlier command. Namely, to keep things in the area of “normal people” while still answering satisfactory.
And of course she was still staring at the black haired woman’s tits with a focus that made it seem weird that she could think so clearly.
“I have done some amount of leading during my school time and have managed to motivate others into following me in troublesome situations.” Well, that was good enough she guessed and motioned her to move on.
“Well, I guess speaking fluid english could be useful?” For a moment Makoto considered saying that she also worked part-time for the police, but that didn’t seem like something a normal teenage girl would do so she left that out.
Cinder Fall pinched the bridge of her nose, not sure if she should believe this girl even if she was under Titnosis. The way she acted was too ditzy, yet she said that she had at least some reasonable competencies? Argh… whatever….
“Next one, you Punk Bitch!” Cinder felt rather cheerful while insulting her minions, it would be even better if they actually reacted instead of just nodding and keeping track of every jiggle of her tits.
“Yeah, got it. Name is Metal, Heavy Metallica, my friends just call me Metal I guess?” Cinder felt one eyebrow rising since these words almost sounded like the girl was asking for approval. Great, were their brains already showing damage? No that didn’t make sense… she hadn’t used Titnosis for a long time though, maybe she had just buried what it was like to use it even more than she thought. So Cinder Fall motioned for the punkish girl to move on and she did.
“I know how to open locks and can work with most machinery. I know my way around all sorts of that stuff.” Which was less crazy way of saying that she was a Youma with magnetic super powers and magical metal weaponry as parts of her body. She could probably open any mundane lock they found. And she was actually rather good with machines if she were honest. Maybe it was because the Youma had some natural control over a great deal of metals thanks to her power, but she had always liked to work with them.
“I am also good in a fight and can use knives well enough.” By which she meant huge oversized knifes that could cut a grown man in two. Not that anyone here would have believed that without a demonstration.
Cinder Fall pondered that and nodded. “No experience in leadership roles?” She asked finally.
Metallica wanted to say yes to spite that blonde bitch, but these tits… the thought of disobeying them or displeasing them in any way. It was like the idea of holding smoke with your bare hands. There was no way that she could do so.
“No, not really.”
Their boss just shrugged and her tits mirrored the motion in a way that all 5 of the women around Cinder Fall followed with great interest. The villainess didn’t seem to notice for once and just motioned for the next to continue.
“Oh, my name is Momoko Touyoko.” Cinder twitched because that wasn’t the one she had meant to wave but now that she looked, yes she stood exactly where her hand had pointed. She had meant the goth girl next to her but somehow lost track of the girl.. again. This ability to become seemingly invisible was starting to look like it could be very useful if the first time it was shown didn’t prove its potential already.
“I have very little presence and the longer I am around someone, the more likely it is for them to forget that I am there at all. If I don’t actively keep trying to get someone’s attention, it is quite likely that they will not notice I am there after a while. A few minutes is more than enough for most people, though these that are especially aware of their surroundings may take a bit longer.
“I… well I don’t really have any special skills otherwise. I am just a normal student who likes to have fun and occasionally plays Mahjong.” Cinder tilted her head, maybe if she somehow managed to keep that girl’s head intact she could play a game with her later. She absolutely needed some sort of intellectual activity in the long run if she wanted to stay sane while dealing with the dangers of titnosis.
She made a waving motion for the next one to continue and this time it really was Goth Bitch who took over.
The girl looked… well very goth and somewhat cliche all things considered. Black hair with a hint of blue that remembered her of some of the more chaotic horrors that had been summoned during her younger days when she was still studying “real” witchcraft before joining that busty devil of a woman in her coven. A school uniform that at first didn’t seem too weird, if not for the black stockings that had a spider web motive on them. Same went for the long fingerless gloves that looked the same. Also a spider… choker around her neck? Heaven, that girl would fit right in with some of her older acquaintances now that she really looked.
“Ah… I am Oka.. Ruto.. pleasure to meet you all.” And the way that the girl immediately started to act like she was a wallflower ruined any idea that she was actually someone fearsome. “I… I am the leader of the occult club in my school.” Huh, that sounded vaguely interesting at least. “We study a lot of things that have to do with the occult, curses, mysterious things and all sorts of stories. O.. one thing we put extra effort into it demonology. We.. we try to summon a demon once a day, but it hasn’t worked yet.” The girl sounded genuinely saddened at the fact that she hadn’t managed to call forth an infernal being that would likely demand her soul and/or [censored] her. On the other hand she was Japanese, most of the locals barely had a clue of abrahamian mythology and what it entailed.
It was a bit more impressive than it sounded though as Cinder knew. And dangerous depending on how much they actually got right. Not too much though given they had apparently failed until now.
“Any skills?” She asked finally. The villainess was starting to get a little bored with this whole thing. Maybe she should have just left them to do their thing on their own. Who cared if they failed? She could just use her perfect tits to grab another group of the stree…. no no bad thoughts, bad thoughts! No using these unless it was absolutely necessary.
“Ehhhh… I know a lot of occult stuff, lots of urban legends.. though I guess that isn’t too useful… ehh… I'm good at observing people? I can hide and check what they do and all. Over the year, I have collected a lot of information on my classmates and their daily habits.” Oka held one hand sidewards on her mouth and said in a conspiratory voice. “I think the Basu sisters in my class are actually some kind of vampire.”
Cinder Fall rolled her eyes, just great she had grabbed some moronic occult nut off the streets. Wonderful, that was just what she needed, wasn’t it? What next, was the office lady secretly part of some religious cult obsessed with aliens or a conspiracy maniac? For a moment she had thought that maybe the girl may actually be useful, but it seemed that without a good bit of work she wouldn't be more than a distraction to her enemies. Well, maybe she could actually be somewhat useful as a scout when Stealth Bitch was occupied elsewhere.
Better than nothing, but still far from useful.
She guessed that she could teach her some real demonology and magic, but she wasn’t sure whether that was a good idea. Titslaves weren’t really the sort of people you wanted to give a lot of power to bend the laws of nature after all.
There was silence and the last member of her minions seemed to not have noticed that she was supposed to talk next. The villainess scowled in annoyance then. And…. yeah, the last member of their group seemed to have gotten distracted from all of this and instead was now lost staring at her chest. Just great…. Cinder didn’t remember titnosis being this effective when you were still wearing something on top of the chest. Maybe it was a side-effect of not having used her bust in so long?
Argh… none of this was helping and honestly, Cinder had it with these idiots. They were seemingly incapable of working together in the current situation and got too easily distracted. Even if they had skills that could be useful, it wouldn’t be worth anything if they didn’t listen and trust each other. Rather than diamonds in the rough, they were closer to rocks you would trip on all the time.
She would probably have to do something do deal with that if she was honest.
The villainess felt like sighing, but she saw no other way on how to get these fools to gain a semblance of competence and organization and so held off from doing so.
After a moment of hesitation, Cinder Fall released her most powerful weapon, that is, she removed her top and let her breasts jiggle freely. It wasn’t cold, not like some days when she had gone topless outside in the past. Having a lot of experience in using titnosis in the past led to getting used to being naked at the drop of a hat. Still, the slight breeze that playfully blew over her nipples still made her shudder slightly and she noted the air conditioner not far away from her after a second.
“Uhhh..” Though while she was slightly distracted by the sensation, all of the other females in the room had gone far beyond that. Empty gazes filled the eyes of her minions and they were somehow staring even more intently at her breasts if that was even possible.
Right, she should get to that.
“Look upon my tits you mighty and despair.” Huh, she had always wanted to say that, but not topless and certainly with the addition of tits to the quote.
She gripped her perfect bosom, letting these beautiful orbs of female flesh jiggle in her hold. “See them filling your minds, taking hold of everything you are, want and love. These perfect tits, they hold you prisoner. And you don’t care.” She groped her chest much more enthusiastically than she would have likely wanted a few moments earlier. “No, the only thing you care for are these tits. They are your everything, even your souls belong to my tits.”
The dissimilar girls all nodded dumbly, their eyes glued to Cinder Fall’s perfect chest. Slowly their faces turned a strong shade of red and Cinder Fall could see drool once again flowing out of the blonde girl’s mouth.
“Hmmm… yeahhhh” The villainess bit her lower lip as heat started to flow through her, spreading out of her chest and going towards her nether regions. Oh, she really wasn’t used to this anymore. “Ah… you are bound to these tits and their wish is your command. Now hear my breasts decree! From now on you aren’t going to infight. You will work together well and see each other as trusted friends and colleagues, united in your love for my tits.” Ah, she could feel the heat increasing and turning to pleasure.
The girls had slightly open mouths and were quietly but clearly moaning even while still focusing on her tits.
“Uhhh your minds open up, all difficulties in learning you may have had will fade away. As long as it is to follow my orders, you will love learning and working. It will be like your most favourite thing.” People have an easier time learning things they are interested into after all.
She could feel something building up inside of herself, she was almost there… “Ah yes…!” No, she had to keep concentrating, couldn’t get distracted. “Your bodies will be firm as steel, your minds sharp as razors, all will be reinforced for the sake of the duty given by these tits.” The girls around her shuddered as their bodies, their minds, their everything shifted to follow her commands. They were small changes, a straighter posture, slight firming of bellies here and there. Some extra muscle in some places. Even an expert in Titnosis like their mistress couldn’t do anything too big on her own.
Then Cinder went a step further as she kept talking. “Yes.. and a costume… yes you will have a costumed transformation. You will look entirely different in that form so no one can recognize you. Hmmmm yuuuup, just imagine yourself as your ideal selves, with bodies like you always wanted. A new face, different looks, enough that no one would see you are the same person and clothes, yes special clothes….” As the pleasure kept building up, Cinder got distracted from her task just a little.
This whole thing was going to continue for a while it seemed. At least all of them were enjoying themselves.
*Scene Break*
“You want us to do what?” Koneko rolled her eyes in annoyance, the white-haired girl giving their sort-of leader a look.
“Learn to fight.” She answered even as Naru kept giving her a look of confusion. The Devil sighed and folded her hands under her impressive breasts and in the process, pushing them upwards to the interest of all onlookers. For the longest time, Koneko had been more or less… not totally flat but in the range of “little bumps” if she was honest. It had bothered her even if she tried to not show it. Because she was surrounded by women with very voluptuous bodies all the time.
It was weird, suddenly having so much extra body mass positioned on her chest.
“I see, that is why we are in our hero uniforms even though we aren’t patrolling?” Asked Index who seemed much less bothered by the devil’s plan and instead showed only curiosity. The self-proclaimed nun-in-training was playing with the clothes she was wearing, especially around the chest area. It seemed just like Koneko, she wasn’t used to her oversized breasts yet and got easily distracted by their movements and appearance under their clothes.
“Yes, this stuff is really easy to move in and lets you train comfortably.” She said while looking down to get another look at her body. All three girls were wearing what Naru had chosen as their official hero costume. If Koneko was honest, the simple shirt with two letters on them didn’t seem like a hero uniform. She may not be a lover of anime and such like her boss, but even she had seen some sentai shows and the costumes tended to be way more… unique.
And though the sort of hero costume wasn’t very special, it was still okay for training. Still she should have to talk with Naru later. They didn’t even have any masks!
Meanwhile, to give it something extra she had decided to exchange the shorts for bloomers. The japanese sports-wear was something she was used to moving around in during class.
And before she had gotten the upgrade to her bosom, Koneko was always aware that her major charm points were her legs and posterior. While this may have changed now, it still felt good to remember that she had more to get a man’s attention than just an irresistible pair of brain-melting tits.
Following a short question and answer session where Koneko checked whether her teammates had any experience in martial arts, (Neither had formal or informal combat training.) or otherwise did sports that could make them more athletic than the other girl, they got ready.
“I… is it okay to do this in public?” Naru asked finally, looking around a little self-conscious. The three girls had wandered towards a open field next to a river which left them with a good deal of space for their training. But it was next to a small pathway and they had already seen some people walking by once in awhile.
As Koneko cracked her knuckles and started a few simple warm up exercises to show the others what they should do, she looked up to answer. “That isn’t a problem. In a real fight you are not gonna have a peaceful one versus one in a isolated place most of the time. Being able to tune out others is important. So is keeping track of your surrounding so you don’t hurt anyone or get backstabbed. Though we probably won’t get to train that particular thing.” Naru frowned, that wasn’t something she had really considered. Most of the fights she had seen involving the Sailor Senshi had them battle a single Youma. But she guessed that this wouldn’t always be the case, especially if they actually went and attacked the base of the bad guys. These Youma had to come from somewhere after all, right?
“Okay, now take a look at my tits.” Koneko pulled off her shirt in one quick motion. They were magnificent. pure and perfect skin without the slightest marring. Naru and Index shrugged even as their eyes glazed over and their entire attention focused on these perfect orbs of flesh. “Alright, we talked about this. I don’t want to have to train you for months just so you get to learn a few katas and can do a straight punch. So we are gonna do a bit to make sure you will learn like no one has ever learned before.” What followed was actually pretty simple and mostly involved Koneko repeatedly reinforcing the other girl’s motivation to train and make sure that they wouldn’t forget anything that they learnt.
The latter wasn’t strictly speaking necessary with Index since she already had an perfect memory, but Koneko thought that there was no harm to it.
“Your breathing must be calm, controlled and strong. Do it like me.” As Koneko spoke, she breathed visibly in and out, her new chest rising and sinking visibly. “Right breathing is very important for martial arts. Remember that well.” Her hands wandered towards her chest and started to circle around her nipples. “Yes, just like that...” She thought to herself.
The Demoness had simply not expected just how good it felt to use her tits to motivate her two friends. “Uhhh how do these two ever get anything done?” The white-haired girl bit her lower lip and with significant effort, removed her hands from her breasts before covering them again.
“Okay, training start, go go go!” Yes, she thought, it should be better if she just concentrated on the task on hand instead of what was currently making her squirm while standing. Curse whatever pervert had designed this magic. The perfect tits weren’t something she would ever regret, but seriously, was this really necessary?
That was when it started.
Index and Naru were both very willing to train and a lot of this involved shadow boxing, repeating katas and lots and lots of simple muscle build exercises.
Now imagine it for a moment. Two girls who were wearing white shirts, both with tits bigger than their heads. Each time they jumped, punched or otherwise moved quickly, their boobs quickly went wild. Their tits jiggled in the rhythm of their movements, only made worse because their breathing boosted their momentum. And they were sweating, even with whatever boost the demonic girl’s titnosis gave to them. Their clothes clung to their body, sweat flying at every movement after some time.
Koneko blinked, having once again gotten distracted by the strange sight. It made her… hot… yes that was the right word. Of course Koneko hadn’t let them do any real sparring. Even with the boosts to their learning, they were still beginners and any sort of fight was likely to end up with unnecessary pain. The distractions weren’t made easier because of that though. Two girls throwing punches and kicks in each other’s direction were only slightly less bad than a pile of jiggling curves that was a step away from turning into a perverted cuddling session due to accidental titnosis.
Instead they had something that to the casual observer looked a lot like a dance off of some sort.
Oh and she didn’t even want to remember the very first lesson she had to give them. Anyone who knows a thing about martial arts of course had an idea what the first thing to teach is.
Namely, how to fall without hurting yourself.
So much jiggling, so close and yet so far. Koneko felt a purr escape her throat before she could stop herself. This was going to be difficult, wasn’t it?
Maybe she shouldn’t have joined this team?
Then she looked down at her glorious tits, seeing the perfection even through the fabric of her shirt before thinking what she could do with them.
Nope, no regrets at all sir. She could deal with some perversion if the reward was this good.