There was a great sense of trepidation in the air. In the tit addled minds of the Sailor Senshi, one and only one thing truly mattered right here and now. Ami had done it. She'd managed an impossible breakthrough. She'd figured out a way to make their titties grow! Of course, she had tried to explain it to them, but not a single one of them understood half of what she was saying.
They got that it was to do with the transformation wand, and the glamour cast over them that made it so even those that knew them well would not recognise them. The intricate mathematics, the physics, the way they combined with esoteric mythology and in particular tantric magic was totally lost on all of them. Nonetheless, their obsession with tits had compelled them to listen. Intently. Against their will they would, by god, pay full and utmost attention to what she had to say.while she did her work, because the one and only thing that any of them could think of right now was the inevitable truth that they, too, would have tits as big as Ami's.
"So who wants to go first?" Ami asked, and all four of them raised their hands. Yes, that included Minako, who was still naked and flat on her back, breathless from the rigorous orgy they'd had at the start of their meeting. "Well, I can hardly do all of you at once..."
"I should do it!" Usagi insisted. "I'm the leader, it's only natural that I go first!"
"Pft, dream on!" Rei rolled her eyes. "It's more suitable to save you for last, Sailor Moon the grand finale!"
"How about the most naturally talented go first?" Makoto said, thrusting out her chest to make her point. "You can't tell me you don't want to see these babies get a power boost!"
"Tiiiiiits!" Minako whined helplessly on the floor. Though to be honest, the others were finding this as convincing an argument as one another's. Sparks flew as the standing three readied for battle, Ami nervously looking around with the certain feeling weighing down on her that, in the end, this was actually going to be her choice after all.
"Girls, you're all getting them, the order doesn't really matter..." Ami said, and then their full attention fell upon her. It felt like they were towering over her, thinking something like 'oh, it's so easy for you to say when you already have enormous tits, don't think we didn't notice you giving them to yourself first!', while Ami herself felt quite, quite small. "H-how about if you all roll a dice, and we decide the order that way? It would be fair, it would be impartial -"
"No way, I want those tits first!"
Ami sighed wearily and pointed out what should be obvious. "The longer you argue about it, the longer it takes for you to get them."
Behold the contradictory nature of a deadlock. Often, in the attempt to rush things through, multiple competing sources will stop one another from getting what they really want. So it was here, as the Sailor Senshi were unknowingly getting in each other's way, their insistence on going first hampering their ability to get those tits now! Now! Now!
So, with great reluctance they found a dice and gave it a roll. Ami pointed out that they had to do it fairly, as arguments about cheating would inevitably stall it further. Usagi and Rei seemed the most disappointed by that - it seems that they were both aware of methods to cheat with die rolling that they were secretly hoping to employ.
Now, one might expect for me to gloss this over. After all, it's a die-rolling contest to establish which of them gets to have their boobs grow first. Not so! This isn't quite as tedious or boring as one might imagine.
"I'll start us off!" Makoto punched her palm. She scooped up the pair of dice into her hands. Next you would expect her to shake them. Toss them on a flat surface. Rinse and repeat for the other girls, right? Wrong! You forget! These are not normal thinking conditions for these girls. They are now, thanks to repeated exposure, thoroughly obsessed with tits! Therefore, Makoto popped her top open, slipped the dice into her bra and hopped very quickly in place while holding the underside of her bra. You've heard of dice shakers before, but perhaps not like this!
I can feel it now, incidentally. The envy you all hold towards those dice for being given such a wonderful fate. Dropped into Makoto Kino's bra and shaken around... Ah, yes, I feel it too, gentle reader. What a delightful destiny those dice had. Imagine it with me now, her large bust enthusiastically shaking around, her usual powerful physical frame putting all it had into bouncing around to ensure those dice were given the proper shaking they deserved. Then, once she was satisfied she tipped over, spilling the dice out of her cleavage onto the table in front of hre, revealing - 10. Very respectable start.
"I'll go next," Rei sniffed. Not to be outdone, Rei stripped down fully, including tossing her bra away. Perhaps her pride had compelled her to make more of a show out of it? The other girls were certainly all staring now, and quirked an eyebrow in great interest when Rei apparently decided to roll those dice without once touching them with her hands. She instead used those hands to separate her tits and then leaned in, scooping them into her cleavage and then trapping them in there. She then stood up to her full height and used her hands to grope herself, deliberately showing off for the others to the point she even threw her head back and let out an erotic moan that sounded like the sweetest music to any of their ears.
Then, when she was done, she dipped back over the table and - 9. Meaning behind Makoto. Still, she was walking away smug for putting on a better show than Makoto. Naturally, on passing Usagi as she approached the table, the pair of them shot daggers at one another. They might be on the same team but there was always a harsh competitive streak between these two girls. This could be seen as yet another contest between them.
"Call that a die roll?" Usagi muttered to herself while fiddling with the buttons on her shirt. "That's nothing, just you watch this, I'll show you how to roll dice!"
Oh dear, Ami was starting to feel a bit nervous for a different reason now. It seemed this had turned competitive in a way she had not been expecting! Still, she was quite curious to see what Usagi would come up with. That girl could be pretty creative when she wanted to be.
Once she had her bra off Usagi squat down to rest the underside of her breasts against the table.Then, she lifted the die one into each hand, held them atop her breasts, then let them roll down - Where they skittered off her boobs and rolled onto the floor.
"Shoot, let me try that again..." Usagi grumbled. Rei snorted back a laugh, but Usagi seemed determined to make this work. So she tried again. This time one of them did land on the table, but not the other one. "Oh, blast it!"
"Having trouble there, Usagi?" Rei jeered.
"No, no, this is going just as planned!" Usagi blatantly lied. That was such a blatant lie it almost hurt a little. "Ah, ah, come on, stay on the table this time both of you... A six?! Oh, come on!"
"Hah, serves you right for trying something fancy!" Rei mocked. "Should have gone for something more likely to work, like Makoto and I! Honestly, it wasn't even that hot to start with. Rolling dice down your tits? Please!"
"Nuh, uh! It was plenty hot!" Usagi insisted. "Letting those porcelain cubes skitter and tumble down my chest, onto the table - that was really freaking hot!"
"I don't know, it was lacking a little something..." Makoto muttered to herself.
Usagi huffed and crossed her arms, letting her indignance out for all to see. In much the same way she had her boobs out. "Yeah? Well! I'd like to see either of you come up with another way to use tits to roll dice!"
But then, a hand slammed down upon the table sounding like a thunderbolt. It was joined by another hand next to it landing like a gunshot. Shortly after this, a pretty blonde head pulled its way up, eyes vacant, mouth turned up into a truly inhuman grin. The eyes settled on the dice, and a wicked tongue ran slowly across those inhuman seeming lips.
"My turn."
And on that day they received a grim reminder. When in the right mood, in the right circumstance and the right frame of mind, Minako Aino could be a total and complete monster.
She scooped up the dice and let them fall onto her naked body. She then jerked her left shoulder up right as one of the dice landed on her, and it bounced up into the air.. The next dice fell, and she caught it on her right breast causing it to bounce up again too. Shortly after this, that first dice fell victim to the unassailable and inevitable pull of Earth's gravity and fell back onto he body in an arc, but this time Minako's right shoulder tweaked up, catching it and making it bounce as well.
"No way..." Makoto gasped.
"It can't be!" Rei boggled.
"But it is!" Usagi stared. "She's - She's!"
"Tit juggling the dice!"
Indeed she was! Tit juggling the dice! Making them bounce off her chest and catching them before they fell. This would be hard enough with merely one, but with two? Surely such a feat went beyond human ability! At the very least it would take years of practise for a rather specific and mostly useless task - useful only in the sense that it could be used to entertain others. A party trick that could only be performed at certain types of parties.
Yet a question did come to mind for each of them. Even if she can juggle them, how will she roll them? Will she merely catch them out of the air and toss them to the table? The way they were bouncing around it would be difficult to get them to fall on the table. While the feat itself was certainly impressive, since this was intended as a die roll - how would she actually roll those dice?
That realisation of the final step had the girls on the edge of their seats even more, transfixed by the dice and Minako's naked chest alike. Any moment now, she would surely -
Slam her breasts down onto the table. Well, okay, it was actually a lot more gentle than that. Given the dramatic weight of what was happening (at least, the weight these girls were assigning it in their minds) it sure felt like a slam rather than merely getting into position. Hold on now, wasn't this -
The dice fell. They bounced off Minako's breasts one last time.They then tumbled down, bouncing and skittering along her flesh like Easter eggs down the side of a slope. They landed on the table without any fuss. Both showing a six when they finally stopped moving, making it clear to all who the winner was.
"Encore! Encore!" Ami called out, leading the stunned applause. Minako, ever the showwoman, stood up, bowed, and said a simple word to emphasise her feelings at that very moment.
"Tiiiiits!"
Hey, acceptance speeches don't have to be brimming with high intelligence, you know. Cut her some slack!
In any event, Ami took Minako's transformation wand to start with. Stuck it in her cleavage, because of course she did, and started to work away at it. A few changes to its settings, fiddle with this to make the alterations permanent even outside of the Sailor form... She would do the same thing for the others, it should go without saying. Once she was done, Ami handed the wand back to its original owner, who wasted no time in transforming right there and then.
"Venus Prism Power! Make Up!"
The transformation began as it usually did, with Minako's clothes vanishing in a yellowish light. She pulled out a chain of hearts around herself, and it whirled around and around until it completely obscured her body - but this time, something was very different. This time, her chest underwent a dramatic and almost immediate alteration. One minute, a normal size for her frame. The next? Abnormal is technically correct, but gives a negative impression.
The point is that these were not the same breasts that Minako had a moment ago. These were enormous breasts, the sort you'd see after a particularly ambitious bout of plastic surgery that was, perhaps, taken up by the Doctor on a dare. Do note that any such dare would cost most Doctors their licence to practise if it got out, but let's not go off on that tangent so we can focus on the breasts. That is why we are here, is it not?
They were big, they were round, they were shaped like - Imagine a stylised bimbo. You've surely seen such artwork, yes? The enormous breasts, tiny waists, exaggerated hips, the whole nine yards? Well, Sailor Venus looked like she was cosplaying one of those, but had only worked out how to do the breasts convincingly. It was a good thing that the uniform was made of a magical material, or it would surely tear under such intense pressure.
"Jupiter Prism Power! Make Up!"
Makoto was next, as per the die roll. Lightning sparked around her as she transformed into her alter ego, and much like with Minako the change that Ami had made to her settings took place right away. However, the final appearance given by Sailor Jupiter at the end of the day was quite different to Sailor Venus's appearance, when all was said and done. Makoto Kino already had the largest chest out of all of them, and that didn't appear to be changing any time soon.
If Venus had big breasts, then Jupiter's were enormous. Weapons unto themselves. Turn around too quickly and she might knock out someone walking side by side next to her. Their overall shape had not change from what they were prior to the transformation, mind - all that had changed was the sheer size of them.
"Mars Prism Power! Make Up!"
Next was Rei, who took to it with her usual fiery passion. Once again, the transformation. This time with flames licking around her as though the notion of heat itself was trying to get a taste of her body. Her growth was a bit different to the others, still quite big, but far more... perky, shall we say. The kind of nipples that grew rock hard if someone opened a fridge on the other side of the room. Further, her boobs stood out from her body like a pair of shelves. A truly exemplary example of what some might call 'torpedo tits'. How fitting they were, it suited her nature well.
"Moon Prism Power, Make up!"
And last was, of course, Sailor Moon herself. The epitome of light, justice and hope. The pretty sailor warrior who saw the best in everyone and everything, who dreamed of a brighter tomorrow in perpetuity. The leader of the group, the dreamer, the supposedly lazy girl who got pure grades but could charm blood from a stone when sufficiently motivated. For her, she was set into a perfect balance between the others. Her size was second only to Jupiter's, the roundness only to Venus and perkiness only to Mars. To describe them in a single word, it would be 'balance', and if it was two words you can throw 'perfectly' in there. None of their attributes truly outshone the other, no one aspect stood out overall, these tits had been deliberately sculpted to be immaculate, but not in a way that one could simply point to on a spreadsheet. They were masterpieces crafted by Ami Mizuno, and worn by Sailor Moon.
Once she had transformed the five girls all looked around with big wide smiles. They'd done it! They'd achieved titvana! Their hands hungrily reached out, groping at one another or themselves. Venus hungrily squeezed Jupiter's bust, fingers sinking into her flesh. Mars cupping underneath Moon's as though studying them, looking for some snarky comment yet coming up empty. Mercury standing behind Venus, circling her fingertips around and around hers. Moon, with a hand to her own chest and another to Mars, stroking along its side. The competitive spirit between these two had not been dampened even slightly.
"Not bad," Mars admitted. "I suppose even a meatball head like you can come out hot with the right pair of tits on you."
"Huh? Sorry, did you say something?" Moon said to Mars' chest. "I was too busy staring at your tits."
Once a meatball head, always a meatball head, or so it seemed.
"Flawless," Mercury said. "Absolutely, mathematically flawless. They say there's no such thing as a perfect circle in nature, but these surely must be utterly flawless."
"Hard to see anything wrong with any big pair ot tits," Jupiter said. "Yours are pretty nice too, Mercury."
"Well, they are just the prototype for the rest of you," Mercury blushed. Even now, her shyness shining through. "The rest of you, I made once I knew what I was doing. Do you like them?"
"Dumb question from a smart girl!" Jupiter said. Electricity sparked between the two of them, as it so often did. Even though Venus was right in the middle, the strong mutual attraction between the two of them could be held back by no barrier. Once eye contact was made between them, it was like the others didn't even exist anymore. "I love them. They're so... massive and bouncy! I'm super glad this uniform is holding, otherwise it would be an awful mess."
"Tits!" Venus said, nodding in pure appreciation. "Tits, tits - Yow!"
"Enough of that," Merucry said, having pinched her nipple nice and hard. "That joke has run a bit dry now."
"Awww, but I had at least a dozen other ideas for it..." Venus said. "I was going to wait for someone to bring up a rodent and go, like, tiiiiiitmouse. Or if someone brought up birds I would have mentioned tits, or -"
"If that's the calibre of jokes, please stop," Jupiter said. She had a high pain threshold and Venus was hard stepping over it. "So, now we got these tits, what now?"
What now, indeed? It was hard to think of what to do next. Of late they had been obsessed with this goal. Thinking of it and only it. Now here they were. In sailor forms, with enormous boobs that would put anyone into a high state of envy.
Given the nature of this tale, one answer likely leaped unbidden to mind: Orgy, orgy, orgy! They're almost there, after all. Mercury and Jupiter are about five inches off making themselves a Venus flavoured yuri sandwich, while Moon and Mars are getting so competitive with each other about the other's tits, you'd swear they were about to do that sitcom thing where one of them goes 'are you as turned on as I am?'
It's easy to imagine, isn't it? One of them steps forward and coils their leg around the other. Their bodies held close, lips so close they can taste each other's breath, then they close in yet further. Their newly enhanced busts pushing into one another, jockeying for position, smooshing the other aside. Then, the magically created uniforms melt away into the ether from which they came, leaving the girls stark naked, their aroused bodies all too willing and eager to show each other what, exactly, these new breasts were capable of...
But to think like that is to misunderstand their current thought process. Are they horny? Oh, my yes. They're hornier than a pack of bulls. They couldn't be thirstier if they'd been stuck in a desert for a month. Though, one must bear in mind that such arousal is not natural, by any means. No, this is arousal born from repeated titnosis exposure. This is the kind of arousal that takes a young woman and makes them more obsessed with breasts than your average random stereotypical teen boy. Impossible, you say? Consider: To that walking hormonal stereotype, the breasts are a part of a package deal that comes with intercourse, as such their thoughts cannot truly be said to be completely obsessed with mammary glands. Not the way these girls were.
"Oh, I know!" Sailor Moon chirped up. "As pretty sailor soldiers of justice, it is absolutely our duty to show these off to inspire hope in the masses!"
"Sometimes even you can have bright ideas," Mars said, nodding in agreement. "The sight of these will absolutely put the fear of righteousness into all evil doers who lay eyes on us!"
"Who knows, they might even turn over a new leaf when they see what the good side is offering!" Venus excitedly tittered and winked. "Oh hey guys I just thought of another joke! When we laugh with breasts like this, we - "
Jupiter promptly grabbed Venus's head and pulled her close to her cleavage. Gravity did the rest. The only difference between watching this and a slow motion image of something being pulled into a black hole was the distinct lack of spaghettification.
"Alright, let's get out there!" Jupiter enthusiastically fist pumped the air. Her hands did not need to contain Venus any longer. Gravity was doing a perfectly good job of keeping her in place. Not that she was complaining, mind. "Whoo! I cannot wait to show these girls off!"
"Ah, well, I suppose we will have to get used to going out in public like this, won't we...?" Mercury muttered shyly, looking down at her own enhanced bust. She made a pair of fists and nodded, as if trying to pump herself up.
A fine plan. A very fine plan. Go out into the world and let them behold the brand new busts of the Sailor Scouts. New, improved and better than before! Let the world see them, let their enemies tremble, let the innocents gaze on in appreciation and admiration!
A fine plan... except for a problem they weren't aware of yet. You see, just to remind you all, the villains of our tale had discovered the existence of titnosis, and had deliberately set about warning various powers in this world's magic sphere. Those powerful groups would now, no doubt, be on eye out for girls with unusual bust sizes for the purposes of interrogation and containment.
But hey, it's not like they could possibly mistake one group of large chested magical girls for another, right? It wouldn't possibly be that sort of misunderstanding, could it...?
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Anyone want to put odds on which group finds our intrepid - or as Venus might say intited heroes first?
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