The end of the world is an often considered point for stories, and the reason is simple enough: Memento mori. Remember, that you too shall pass. All things must end eventually, so why not the world itself? How might it happen? Explosively? Slowly? Perhaps a meteor, perhaps a plague, perhaps a brand new mighty weapon will bring the Earth to a lifeless state.
Of all possible outcomes this was one that had never been considered before. Because of how thoroughly stupid it was. Doom by tits was most certainly not something that any self-respecting oracle or doomsayer would have expected to end this world, or at least change it into something utterly alien.
"Tiiiits!" girls moaned as they lumbered along, groping themselves, groping each other. At one point they had been in possession of more of their mental faculties, had abused the power granted by perfect boobs to get whatever they wanted. For a time, the school had turned into a battlefield as tits fought for supremacy against tits. The poor male members of the faculty falling quickly under the power of one female or another.
Then they started to learn what an overdose of hypnotits tends to do to people.
"Yukari, you'd better have that spell ready! The proximity sensor went off!"
For Kurumi Kuruno, such a world was absolutely beyond her expectations. As a possessor of perfectly nice breasts that she was absolutely proud of, and the ability to hypnotise the unwary with eye contact, she had never had any remote interest in the titnosis power and was able to avoid the initial outbreak. Which was good because otherwise she would probably be out there drooling over her own tits and those of whatever girl got into her face.
She may like her chest, but Kurumu wasn’t planning to become a worshipper in the church of tits.
"Don't rush genius," Yukari had said. "If we get this wrong -"
"If we don't get it done inside the next few minutes, we'll be completely brainless and thinking with our mammaries!"
“Oh be quiet, they are idiots with tits on their brain. I doubt half of them can even turn a doorknob without pausing to grope themselves, much less get through our security measures.”
"Tiiiiiiiits!"
That sounded a lot closer than Kurumu cared to admit. She was getting nervous, pacing around the room, wishing she could do something - anything - to help Yukari. Honestly at this point it might be better if she did something to slow them down, even at the risk of her own sanity. It was a sobering thought, but if at least Yukari got away there was a chance... There was hope that she could find help capable of defeating this - this absolutely ludicrous brain melter.
Otherwise Tsukune was doomed to forever be smothered between Moka, Ruby and Mizore’s monster tits.
"You will learn your proper place!" a familiar voice called from right outside. Then, the wall was not there anymore. One moment was all the difference, a hard kick had knocked it down. "With your face in between my titties!"
Inner Moka. The mighty vampire that had once been Kurumu's love rival. Sort of, it was complicated. None of that mattered anymore. Even she, a strong willed vampire, had succumbed to the power, the allure of titnosis.
Until this moment it had been sheer dumb luck that Kurumu had gone without seeing them. The hypnotits. She had seen the reactions of those who had succumbed, watched the intelligence drain from them as somehow, impossibly, this mystery power completely filled up their thoughts and turned them into drooling idiots. So she'd been careful. Cautious. Tried not to think about it.
Now that she saw them, she got it. She totally got it. This wasn't a sex thing, not exactly. It was more like, you were looking at something that was artistically, aesthetically, perfect. In every way. Your mind goes 'no, it can't actually be perfect' and you unconsciously start looking for flaws. Then find exactly none. No visual flaws, at least. Which means that they must be flawed in some other way, like touch or taste or maybe smell and before you know it your traitorous hands are reaching out, expecting to feel some imperfection or other, but Kurumu already knew that there would be no imperfection. Only mindless oblivion...
"Hmph, foolish succubus, trying to hide from bliss!" Moka said, jiggling her tits around and letting out wanton moans that were completely out of character for her. For Kurumu, it felt like she was speaking from a mile away. "Come, embrace the glory that are tits. Let your mind rest, and your tits do all your thinking for you. Such is the way that things must be!"
The succubus lumbered forward, hands outstretched. In two seconds time, she would be upon Moka, and the second her hands touched she knew that she would be under. Even so... Even so, she couldn't stop herself. She had to know. She had to feel -
"Kurumu, no!"
Something blurred past her, and suddenly Yukari had tackled Moka right into her chest. The witch's legs lashed out, kicking Kurumu hard in the face, sending her sprawling backwards into a funny glowing light that was behind her. Ah! The portal to another dimension! Kurumu thrust out her hand, desperate to at least get a touch of those wonderful tits - or maybe to save Yukari from them after she was saved...
"Oh, Moka! I can finally appreciate your tits!"
Or she could be a horny witch that was thirsty for some vampire action. Either way, Kurumu tumbled through potential, escaping from a world that had succumbed to titnosis off towards a location, a new dimension she couldn't even imagine.
A dimension without Moka's tits.
"Oh, dammit!" Kurumu groaned. "I just had to get addicted to the sight of them before getting tossed away. Just my luck."
On the bright side, upon landing in this new dimension it did look an awful lot like Yokai Academy. The main difference being that those students over there weren't moaning about tits without a thought in their head. Alright! Fine! She'd go cold turkey and get used to this new place.
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