In the heat of battle adrenaline runs high. You focus on surviving. You focus on living through your next moment while starting to think hard about the moment after that. Until the danger passes, that's your priority. Often it wrestles with other issues, like your mission statement or some other problem you need to solve to facilitate that survival aspect. Adrenaline keeps your mind sharp and your body moving.
But then after the battle ends, that adrenaline fades away, leaving you aware of the stress you'd been putting yourself under. It didn't matter how stoic you were, it didn't matter how talented you were, there were always telltale signs of that stress once the danger had gone. Mana was feeling that adrenaline rush starting to fade now, and with it came a brand new sense of panic.
A sense of panic that centered around her chest. She looked down at them. She stared in abject disbelief at the two mountains straining the fabric keeping her decent. While Mana was quite happy with the size she already had, she wasn't the sort to focus on her appearance all that much. Function over form was the way to go. Keep up your appearance only to ensure you don't stand out too much from anyone else.
These... would make her stand out anywhere she went. People would bump into her without meaning to. Lying down and sniping would require further calculations, when she would already have to factor in distance, gravity, wind resistance and so forth. Hiding would be a great deal harder. Disguises would likely not work at all.
And yet...
"Oh yes, all we exist to do is feed your mortal energy to our Lord and Master, an eldritch beast that this humanoid tongue is unable to pronounce the full name of, but you can call it Jormungandr."
That youma was helplessly chatting away while staring at Naru's exposed chest. Now, Mana was standing behind Naru. The only thing she could see was that her shirt was all bunched up, and the very sides of her tits were visible - but it was very easy to see what was happening here. That youma was spellbound by Naru's exposed tits. Talking up a storm. Answering questions that no youma would ever dare answer no matter what you did to them.
She'd sat in on an interrogation session for one of those things once. Potent mind control magic was used on it to try to get it to speak. Its head popped like a zit rather than give up anything. These things weren't loyal though. You had to be able to make a choice in order to be loyal. They were made to be slaves. The personality they exhibited was the whim of their creator. That's why it doesn't work. You can't even read their minds properly without them self-destructing.
"Jormungandr," Index repeated. "Middle ch1ld of Loki and the giantess Angrbođa. Is it truly the mythological Jormungandr, or merely something adopting the name?"
"It's adopting the name, but it is in essence a giant serpent - at least from your perspective. When it awakens it will coil itself around the Earth and drain all remaining life essence into itself, before flying off to another populated world and repeating the process. The cycle of life must continue."
"I see..." Index mused. "I had thought there was no Norse influence on the magic you were using. You were not using runes or anything of that nature... I would say your magic has more of a Celtic influence, possibly mixed with a little Aztec?"
And there was another thing. That girl was extremely knowledgeable about magic. Terrifyingly so! She was casually dissecting the methodology behind how the Youma's magic worked. Mana was also quite in the know on that subject, but she hadn't noticed half the things this girl had.
"Would the Beithir not be more appropriate for a serpent from Celtic mythology?" Koneko asked. This one was also troubling. She had the stench of a Devil about her. "Or Quetzalcoatl, if there were Aztec influence?"
“Beithir is a powerful monster, but only a monster, and Quetzalcoatl holds a heroic position for the most part. If this creature is building its power on the basis of world destruction, one of the great beasts that leads to Ragnarok fits. I mean, would an evil being like that take the name of something that diminishes their power or nature?” The girl with long silver hair said, folding her arms under her giant chest and hefting them up proudly. Mana's eyes settled on them. She was justly proud, Mana could stare at them all -
What was she thinking, no she couldn't! Nor could she stare in wrapt fascination as Koneko and Index (that name sounded familiar for some reason...) stepped closer together, tits to tits, squishing them together and then embarked upon a thorough and detailed simultaneous excursion of one another's tonsils.
Powerful. Whatever this was, it was insanely powerful. While these girls obviously know what they're doing, they were also lacking in professionalism. Organisation. They had the power, the brains, the smarts and also a ninja off somewhere scouting around, but they didn't quite have the regimentation to make the best use of their constituent pieces.
Letting them run around like that would be insanely dangerous. They needed someone to keep an eye on them. Someone like Mana. Yes. Give them more training, and use that as an opportunity to learn more about whatever the hell this was. It would let her kill two birds with one stone. If only she could stop herself from squeezing and testing her new tits for sensitivity.
Then, quite suddenly, a hyper-busty shortstack kunoichi appeared right in front of them, bowing down already on her knees with a hand flat to the ground. It was... Kirino, if she remembered correctly?
"I have a report," Kirino said. "My investigation of the youma base is already complete. Do you have time to listen to it?"
"Yes, right away," Mana said, taking charge of the situation. "What did you find?"
"I shall start with my conclusion: This was a trap," Kirino said. "To explain my reasoning: The further I investigated their operations, the more clear it became. The method they had to monitor the outside was based on two aspects of security - one visual, the other monitoring the first in secret. Furthermore, a cursory examination of the facility made it clear they had more efficient and secretive ways to gather energy - and I believe we were being observed up until now."
"Were?" Mana asked, raising an eyebrow. Aha. that all made an odd sort of sense. This youma group must have heard of these girls and their hypnotits, and laid this trap to try to bring them down. At the same time they wanted a record of what had happened so they could study it, learn from it, and then adapt. "You have already dealt with that?"
"Of course, I did so immediately before coming to report back."
This Kirino girl, something about her was familiar. That left Mana wondering...
"What clan are you with?"
"The Ootori," Kirino answered.
"I have worked with your clan before," Mana said. "They are excellent ninjas and superb kunoichi. If it is your judgement that this was a trap, then that judgement is sound."
Even if her voice would have been better suited to on a stage rather than on stealth missions. Kirino, for her part, seemed a bit embarrassed by that development and stared at the ground. This particular pose drew hefty attention to her tits. Heaving and bouncing even while she was leaning over, the shift in her body weight made the effects of gravity that much more pronounced.
"I think that you should tell me about those tits," Mana said. "It would also be appreciated if you can tell me why I can only call them tits instead of something else."
This was where Naru, the obvious leader of the group, stepped forward. Thrusting her ttis out proudly, with her hands on her hips. "This is the power of titnosis!" Naru said. "The four of us had grown weary of youma and evildoers running amok, so we decided to use this power to augment ourselves!"
"Naru found a magical tome that described a way for a girl to make her tits grow, and grow, until they became so perfect they can warp mind and body," Index added. She put her left leg forward and her hands behind her head, again putting tremendous emphasis on her big bouncy jiggly tits.
"With this power, we have formed a team." That was Koneko, the member of this group who needed a power boost the least. A Devil like her didn't need to... have tits that melted the brain when she grasped her hands, and used her upper arms to pinch them together. "A team we would like you to join."
"We'll train you in how to best use your tits," Kirino said, still in her bowing pose and - And now that she was thinking about it, Mana was surrounded on all sides by the four girls. Posing quite deliberately for her. Each of them trying to draw attention to those mammoth ma- Titanic tits. Her own started to ache, the feeling reminding Mana of when she'd gone too long without eating. They needed to be touched. Desperately in need of being touched!
"That's all well and good," Mana said, having to hold her own wrist to stop herself from wantonly groping her own enhanced tits in front of these girls. Professional. She was just now thinking about how unprofessional they are. "But you shouldn't want these around in your personal lives. How do you get rid of them?"
Confused, blank stares were her response. "Get rid of them...?" Naru muttered. She looked around in a panic to the other girls. "Why would you want to get rid of them?"
"Because..." Mana began, but trailed off. The reasons were obvious. Very obvious. However, when she tried to put them into words she felt a strange sensation in her chest. Like pins and needles, which only went away when she stopped putting in the effort. Worrying. This was extremely worrying. What was titnosis really? That is, aside from rather ridiculous and an obvious attempt by some clever mage to do something perverted and silly. "What about our secret identities?"
"What about it?" Naru shrugged. "If anyone guesses it, we just flash them and order them to not figure it out."
That was an elegant solution to the issue, she had to admit. However, that was also not quite sitting well with her. Something was very wrong there. Clearly, this effect was affecting their judgment in some way. Mana quickly pulled out her phone and set an alert to remind herself - Every so often, check herself for her thoughts on titnosis. If she suddenly likes tits a whole hell of a lot, then she needed to find some impartial help. Quickly.
"Oh, if she's going to join the team then we need to teach her the technique to change her clothes!" Naru said.
"I'd rather learn a little more about - " Mana began, but all became futile, for Naru flipped up her shirt to expose her tits to the air. The other girls all followed suit.
The dark skinned girl’s mouth watered, eyes zeroing in on the perfect globes in front of her. The delicious looking nipples visibly standing at attention made her mouth water. And as small drops of sweat dripped down the curves of her gigantic tits made an entirely different part of her body grow wet.
Overwhelming wasn't a strong enough word. It was like standing at the very moment a tidal wave hit the shore, with all its relentless fury washing down upon her. Beating her down. The four girls circled around her, smiling and shaking their chests as they walked, in a motion that looked like so much fun that Mana couldn't help but join in.
When she did? Those aches and pains, those pins and needles, those weird feelings in her chest melted away and became pure unadulterated bliss.
"Isn't this nice?" Naru asked. She stepped forward for a second, pushing her tits into Mana's back.
"You like titnosis, don't you?" Index asked, taking her turn to step forward and rubbing them up against Mana's arm. It was like someone had poured liquid pleasure down it.
"There's nothing wrong with keeping these giant tits," Koneko said, leaning down to press them against Mana's thighs.
"That's why you should join the team!" Kirino added, and this last one leaped forward to smash her tits right into Mana's. Before, she'd thought that she'd hit the heights of human pleasure from the mere contact all three of them briefly had. This blew it all away! The combined effect of the sensitivity of her own tits plus Kirino's perfection pressing into them... It was a wonder she didn't pass out on the spot! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh, too much, too much, too -
"I've made a decision," Mana said, suddenly finding herself wearing the same quite tight shirt and equally tight bloomers that the rest of them were wearing. "It is quite obvious you girls need some help with professionalism. I will help train you, in exchange for further information about titnosis."
Yes, that seemed like a fair deal. Mana grabbed at her enhanced bust and licked her lips. Yes. She would have this team whipped into shape in no time at all. Then, once she was done, she would take this 'titnosis' power to some actual mages to study, so they could learn all about how... dangerous it was. Certainly not as part of an effort to cement its control in the magical community. Heaven forbid. After all, Mana was a consummate professional.
She certainly wouldn't instantly get mindbroken and brainwashed by the greatest pleasure a woman can possibly feel. She was made of sterner stuff than that.
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