"I suppose I have no reason to think you're lying, but I'm still curious about how this unique ability of yours is meant to work," Satsuki mused, tapping her fingers along the hilt of her weapon. "Which means I'm going to need a test."
Excited by what seemed to be an opportunity, the gloves gave a quick jazz hands movement before diving towards Satsuki again. A quick turn of her sword had them shuddering away.
"Not. On. Me," Satsuki said firmly, her thick eyebrows narrowed in tranquil concentration. "But let me think. There's certainly someone I am displeased with at the moment. You say you can only shape female bodies. Then I have a target for you. Come with me."
She ushered for the gloves to follow her as Satsuki sheathed her weapon, though her expression made it clear that she would be fast to use it if the gloves attempted anything naughty towards her. The halls of Honnouji Academy were massive, so Satsuki's heels had several minutes to clack along the polished floors before she and the gloves got to their destination. The young woman could only imagine the frustration the gloves felt if they were capable of such emotion. But soon enough, she led them to the immaculate tennis courts the school had, where a young blonde with long pigtails furiously smashed tennis balls back against an automated ball-tosser.
"Her name is Omiko Hakodate," Satsuki said to the gloves. "Recently she had her, shall I say, very special uniform destroyed by a rebellious upstart I wish to deal with later. So you would not have to worry about her having any ability to defend herself." She took a deep breath and tilted her head down somewhat. "But I have thought recently that she needs a different punishment. I figure that your strange capabilities may prove useful here. Before I proceed with this, I'm curious, are you able to undo any of your alterations?"
The gloves twitched in midair at such a thought, but Satsuki didn't receive an answer one way or the other before she sighed and gave a dismissive gesture.
"No matter. Punishments undone may as well have never happened in the first place." Satsuki pointed towards Omiko. "You wished to target my rear earlier. Do as you wish with her bottom until she is unable to play her beloved sport as well as she would like." She snapped her fingers to make her declaration final, and watched as the gloves flew off to Omiko.
"That damn punk," Omiko growled. Her shark teeth gnashed against one another as the blonde focused on the next tennis ball barreling towards her. Her tennis racket smashed into it, sending it against the opposite wall. Her skirt fluttered up behind her, just a regular skirt, no longer the tennis ball-filled skirt that came with her Goku Uniform. "I'll show her. Goddamn transfer student bitch punk skimpy slut bitch!"
The words 'skimpy slut' certainly intrigued the gloves, but they would rather avoid Satsuki's wrath for the time being, and made sure to stay focused on the task at (literal) hand(s). Seeing that the blonde was too angry and focused to notice them, both gloves shot up Omiko's skirt and got to work. She was so frustrated that even several seconds into her ass getting groped, she hadn't noticed immediately.
But, just because Omiko was inattentive didn't mean the gloves weren't doing fine work on the tennis player's buttocks. Squeezing her fine bum at every possible angle to find the best position to grope her gluts. Each fondling left an additional inch of fat upon her cheeks, making her lose the musculature she'd built up from years of running back and forth on the tennis court. Her panties steadily became wedged up into her crack, as the gloves continued to massage her ass, increasing its size and sensitivity all in one go.
"Gah, d-damnit," Omiko said as a strange shudder of pleasure raced up her spine, causing her to miss a ball. Feeling a wedgie, Omiko reached down to yank her panties out of her butt crack, only to yelp at how sensitive her butt had become. Irritated by the sensation, she continued trying to adjust her panties, only to squirm as the gloves gave her cheeks light pats, making them wobble against Omiko's hand as it stayed under her skirt.
"What the hell!?" she cried out, angrily turning her gaze to stare at her ass. Underneath the skirt, the gloves weren't capable of being spotted by the angry girl, but she could definitely see the bulging booty shelf forming behind her. Already her ass was three times its size, her panties wedged so firmly up her tush that it was tugging on her womanhood as well. "My ass isn't this fat, hey, is this some kind of prank?!" she asked, yelling at nobody in particular.
Satsuki was well enough way that Omiko only would have been able to see her if she activated her specialized lens, but the pleasure starting to course through her body was too distracting to think of it. Her leader was still able to observe the activity of the gloves as they piled pounds and pounds of flesh onto Omiko's backside, until she noticed the blonde's balance giving way. She could see the trembling knees, and the waving of her arms. Though this could also be symptomatic of having one's rear massaged, she supposed. Unaware of just how sensitive they were making Omiko's ass, Satsuki just assumed the expansion was the only thing the gloves were doing to her at the moment.
"Nngh, stop, stop growing," Omiko moaned, placing her hands on her hips as she felt the bands of her panties snap at the sides. It began to fall beneath her skirt, but her butt cheeks had become such heavy, large, wobbly spheres of dense pudding that the back piece couldn't escape her confines. "Hah, I can't, ghk…" the blonde groaned as she reached back to try and grasp her ass, as if to try and shove it back inside her lithe body.
"Ah!" Not only had Omiko's butt grown so massive that she could only reach the first fifth of its reach, but it had become so sensitive that as her fingernails brushed against the tender, swollen flesh, a tremor went through her body so intense that she came. Her knees buckled together, and Omiko found her arms spiraling like propellers to try and stop her from falling backwards. She failed, and found herself victim of another powerful climax as she slammed into the hardcourt. The gloves were fast enough, and familiar enough with such an event, that they were able to get out of the way in time.
Satsuki's command had been 'Do as you wish with her bottom until she is unable to play her beloved sport as well as she would like', but that left some wiggle room. By all appearances she could have gotten up and resumed playing if she weren't paralyzed by pleasure. Which meant they had a bit more time to paddle, pinch, and squeeze her rump into even bigger sizes, spreading it out behind her. The tennis player was steadily lifted up into the air by her ever-growing ass, as the gloves squished her cheeks together to better pleasure Omiko and provide her with even bigger assets. Eventually, Omiko's rump had become so large that it stretched down to the backs of her knees, even as she sat on it, pressing it down. All in all each sphere was so large that she was just as tall sitting on her ass as she would have been standing up, her heels barely dangling above the ground.
"That's enough," Satsuki said, snapping her fingers. Omiko was well and truly out of it. She hadn't expected the blonde to react so favorably to the punishment, in terms of how dazed and pleasured she looked. The redness on her cheeks, along with her tongue lolling out, gave obvious evidence to the blonde having had several orgasms during the process. "This is, admittedly, not quite what I expected," she mused, as the gloves dusted themselves off, leaving Omiko with one more good, firm, ass-jiggling and ass-expanding spank. "However, I think I can still make use of you," she added with a sly grin.
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