“Of course Robin-chan,” Sanji said. “I wouldn’t dare dream of nullifying Nami-chan’s noble sacrifice!” she said happily. She jumped down onto the lower floor to join the orange-haired vixen. “Nami-chan, look at my lips, now we all match! Our lips are like three adorable frosted donuts, Robin-chan’s much thicker and heavily coated with sugary delight than ours, though.”
“Yeah, I can see that,” Nami said, looking at Robin’s lips again. The dark-haired woman had let go of her mouth to place her hands on the railing as she walked down the steps. With the heavy weight of her black lips and the lack of any support, they actually seemed to be bouncing more than her breasts, though they were no slouch in the jiggle department either. “Like a chocolate donut…” she said, trailing off.
“Oh,” Robin said. “Would you care to have a taste?” she teased after grabbing her lips again, not bothering to stifle the moan that occurred from squeezing them. “I do have the perfect complement to a nice morning donut leaking from my breasts after all,” she said, motioning to her peach-sized nipples.
“What do you mean, Robin-chan?” Sanji said, peering over at the historian’s breasts. Her smile widened as she saw the tasty caffeinated drink droplets on her skin. “Oh wow, that’s quite a handy skill! Is it as tasty as when I make it for you? If not, please let me know, I’ll work hard to improve my coffee syrup recipe.”
“I’m sure it’s not as splendid as yours Sanji-chan, though I’ve only had a slight taste myself. I believe a proper taste testing will be in order once we are in a more appropriate setting.”
Sanji swooned over Robin’s demure acceptance of her situation, and then quickly appeared next to Nami as they prepared to open the door to the men’s quarters.
“And what flavor did you get? You’re not a big coffee drinker. Mandarin orange, maybe?”
“No, Robin said the same thing. Mine’s strawberry,” Nami said.
“Ah, I’ll make sure to remember that!” Sanji said happily. She smiled and opened up the door to the men’s quarters. “I keep things relatively clean so moving my things should be easy. Should I bunk next to Nami-chan, or Robin-chan, or maybe in the middle?”
“Sanji-chan, let’s not rush into things,” Nami said, rubbing her forehead. If the cook did get stuck in a female body, she supposed it wouldn’t be right to keep her in the men’s quarters, but aside from the fantasies swirling around in her head that involved the three women pushing the beds together every night and fucking themselves to sleep, Robin’s powers ensuring that nobody got left alone until they all passed out, only to wake up to a beautiful breakfast in bed from the blonde’s adorable booty… Nami forgot what she was thinking about and just walked into the room after Sanji.
Thankfully when they entered the room, there were only two of their male crewmates still within their quarters. Just the long-nosed Usopp, and their cheerful captain Luffy. The two men didn’t seem to notice the women’s entrance at first, caught in a riveting game of rock-paper-scissors.
“Hm, those two probably wouldn’t notice if someone else came in here, maybe we-“ Nami was about to say they had found their target when the telltale golden box appeared around the walls again. “Ah, sugar biscuits.”
Imperial Decree-
A woman cannot leave this room without having at least two orgasms.
Any woman inside of this room will gain an extra inch to their hair for every three seconds they are touching one of their erogenous zones.
The women looked at the words that appeared nearby, and Robin was the first to speak, after forgetting the technique she needed to use now and mumbling for a bit.
“A devious challenge this time. We can’t continue the game without reaching climax, but doing it ourselves results in another change to our bodies…” As she finished her thought, her dark hair grew out a bit more. “And it appears my lips count as an erogenous zone. A correct belief,” she said, moaning as she let go of her lips.
“G-Great,” Nami said.
“It is great!” Sanji cheered, looking at the other two girls. “Nami-chan, Robin-chan, I’m sure you both would look magnificent with waterfalls of hair, but if you don’t want to, I’d be more than happy to help pleasure your bodies for you until you both reach that wonderful climax~”
Sanji gulped. That idea sounded very, very tempting to her, and it was obvious Robin was contemplating the offer as well. Before either could accept or decline his offer, Sanji interrupted them by grabbing her own breasts again.
“Ah, but what an excuse for me to finally divulge the wondrous folds of my feminine body!” Sanji pulled her blouse down and instantly grabbed her nipples, pinching the fat nubs and moaning with ecstasy. Her hands stayed focused on her tits for several seconds, making her blonde, silky hair grow ever longer the more she caressed her own body. Robin and Nami could only stare as the cook continued to grope and fondle her breasts, drool coming out of her lips and moistness coming out from under her skirt. “Ah, there’s so much to touch. It’s not like a man’s body. The breasts, the lips, the butt, the blooming womanhood! If only I had more hands, there’s too much to grope, I can’t take it!” There was a meaty thwacking sound, and Sanji let out a louder moan as she turned her head to see the orange-haired navigator pulling her hand back for a second smack. “Nami-swan? You’re helping me! Oh, you’re even more gracious and lovely than I already knew you were.”
Nami gulped. That had felt good. It was so soft and jiggly. Even now she could still see a faint wobbling in Sanji’s butt cheeks. Though, that may have been from the inch of growth she gained there instead.
“Well, h-hey, we’ve got to get out of this room, right? And… you don’t really know how to make yourself cum quickly. We don’t want you buried under eighty pounds of hair,” she said, giving an excuse to slap Sanji’s butt once again and then start to fondle the cheeks.
“Ah~ You’re so right, Nami-swan. I’ll be forever grateful for helping me experience this!” Sanji said. Her hands had yet to leave her breasts, still pinching and twisting her nipples. It was clear she was still enthralled with having huge breasts of her own. Nami’s hands were now firmly placed on the cook’s backside, squeezing them deeply as her orange lips got closer to the cook’s ears.
“Just, mm, be quiet for a bit okay? Let me handle this.”
“Oh, I can’t let you handle it all by yourself, Nami-san,” Robin said. Nami’s eyes widened as she tried to step away, but it was too late. The paddling of five or six hands smacked her ass in rapid succession. This had the great benefit of bringing her closer to an orgasm after just a few seconds, but now her butt was growing another half-foot away from her back. The navigator moaned in approval as Robin kept playing with her lips, adding a few more inches to her hair as well.
Sanji moaned, finally starting to move her hands down towards her womanhood, squeaking like a mouse as she pulled up her skirt and pressed her thumb against the little love-button that rested above her feminine lips. Whether it was because of her highly perverted mind or not being used to her sensitive body, with Nami’s continued assault of her ass, Sanji was the first of the girls to cum. With Robin now pressing her leaking breasts against Nami, and reaching around to cup the strawberry milk tits, she would likely be next.
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