0 comments/ 23305 views/ 11 favorites Sexy Magical Princess Miharu Ep. 01 By: Uniracer Meet Miharu, eighteen years old. She currently attends Nameless High School, resides in Tokyo, Japan, and lives in an apartment by herself for reasons that will likely never be explained. She was walking to class one morning, carrying her school bag as she gazed up at the cherry trees. She wore a fairly cookie-cutter "sailor suit" school uniform, thick square-lens glasses and black hair done up in a pair of braids. She was also walking alone. Though she'd been in the area for a while, she could count her friends with one finger. The bookworm had been considering trying to get out of her shell and make some more friends... but how? The answer to that question lay in that chocolate cupcake smudged on the sidewalk in front of her. She stopped, not just because there was a cupcake in her way, but because it was floating up, had two beady eyes and tiny hands and feet, and spoke. (Writer's note: If you hadn't just noticed, this story is going to be weird.) Anyway, the cupcake spoke, and in a squeaky voice, too. "Princess?... Is that you...? Oh my, this cannot be! I've finally found you!" The living cupcake flew in circles around the confused schoolgirl, examining her from every angle. "W-what's going on? Who are you?" Miharu stammered. "Oh, pardon my manners!" the cupcake squeaked, "I am Cuppy the Cupcake from the Cupcake Kingdom. You see, every thousand years, as part of a sacred ritual, a mortal is chosen to become our princess, and... But you probably don't care about the details, do you? The short of it is: would you like to be a magical girl?" "Sure." Miharu had answered without thinking at all. Cuppy the Cupcake, from the Cupcake Kingdom, nearly fell back to the ground before floating up to Miharu's face, visibly shocked. "Wait, you're accepting just like that? Right away?" "Of course." Miharu tilted her head with a small smile. "I've wanted to be a magical girl ever since I was little." "But that's just it! Aren't you a little old for that sort of thing?! Plus, I haven't even told you why, or about the whole sexual angle, and..." Both fell awkwardly silent for a moment. Cuppy was at a loss for words. He wasn't expecting the girl to say yes to such a strange proposal, much less this suddenly... And Miharu wasn't expecting him to argue against it. She also hadn't been expecting a cupcake to ask her to become a magical girl either, for that matter. "Actually..." she started up again, slowly, "...you might be right. That IS a very weird thing to ask me, and you're already making it sound sketchy as heck. Never mind, then!" "B-But... Princess, let me start over. Will you form a contract with me and become a magical girl?" "No!" For some reason, these words put her even further on the defensive. She started back towards the school, briskly, not to mention belatedly wondering if she was starting to hallucinate. "Princess! Hear me out, please..." "You're a talking cupcake. Your arguments are invalid!" she snapped back in a tense, high-pitched voice, without turning around. ***** Cuppy wouldn't leave her alone. First he appeared in her locker, squealing out a "Please?" before having the door slammed in his face. Then, he was making puppy eyes at her from her bento box. She threw him off the roof and went the rest of the day without eating lunch. Later, when she came back home, she found him in her fridge, frosted over and unmoving. She quietly took out the milk, poured herself a glass, put the carton back in and closed the door. The paralyzed pastry didn't seem to notice. A few minutes later, Miharu was sitting at the desk in her room, doing her homework, when Cuppy came limping in her room, shivering, and coughed up an icicle on her floor. "Princess... Please..." Miharu dropped her pen and glowered at the tiny cupcake. "Gosh, fine! I'll become a magical girl if you'll just quit bothering me!" It was all it took to bring back Cuppy's original cheer. He shook off the layer of frost that had accumulated on him, and got back to his feet. With a wave of his hands, pink sparkles gathered in the air and flew towards Miharu, on whose neck appeared a golden-chained necklace. At its center was a large gemstone, heart-shaped and bubble-gum pink. The young woman looked down at it, her apprehension already melting away at the sight of it. This really was just like the shows she watched as a kid! "All right, so how do I transfor--" The very instant she laid a finger on the gem to examine it closer, it emitted a bright pink light, engulfing her completely. ***** A moment later, Miharu was floating around in the dimension of cheer, sparkles and rainbow backgrounds, not really knowing nor caring how she got there! Ribbons of pink light burst forth from her pendant, wrapping themselves around her body and evaporating her clothes in the process. The light first coalesced into a sort of pink corset, squeezing down the waist of her already thin figure. She snapped her fingers and long silken white gloves glittered onto her hands, and then clicked her heels together, causing a pair of cute pink high-heeled shoes to appear. She spun around while the frills of a miniskirt formed, and then slapped her still-naked ass which, in burst of pink sparkles, grew much plumper and firmer. Not without some difficulty, the girl pulled up a small pair of white panties, bearing a single rose-colored heart. Spinning back, Miharu held her hands up in fists and shook her shoulders. First, a pair of large, round shoulder sleeves popped into existence. Then, with every move of her chest, Miharu's breasts grew by a fraction of a cupsize, as if being pumped full of air, until she stopped at a perfect, wildly bouncing double-D. She pulled up the lacy, elastic top of her corset, miraculously managing to stuff her oversized boobs into it. So snug! Finally, Miharu's pendant detached itself from her neck. As it passed in front of her face, more sparkles trailed behind it, which applied light pink lipstick to the girl's slightly plumped lips, plus just a touch of blush to her cheeks, then caused her glasses to vanish, revealing large, sky-blue eyes with long, fluttery lashes. The gemstone settled on her forehead, turning into the centerpiece of a sparkling tiara. From it, the princess' black hair cascaded down into a wave of cotton candy pink. Her braids undid themselves, her bangs twirled into a pair of whimsical curls, and the rest of her hair grew and grew, all the way down to her waist! Her transformation complete, Princess Miharu posed to no one in particular, pointing towards an unseen camera with a radiant smile, the other hand on her chest while one of her feet remained in the air, as if she was in the middle of jumping. "Sexy Magical Princess Miharu!" ***** In a shower of pink sparkles, the young girl landed back on the floor of her room, somehow managing to stand without problem despite her inexperience in wearing high heels, not to mention the radical shift in her center of gravity. She looked down at her body, slack-jawed. So many new sensations were rushing through her... She'd never seen that much PINK in her life, for starters, and... those boobs. Holy cow...! Cuppy bobbed up and down, applauding. Reminded of his existence, Miharu snapped out of her contemplative state. No, despite everything, this all felt so RIGHT! "That was AMAZING!" she squealed, gloved hands balled up. She grabbed for Cuppy's tiny hands and did a little celebratory dance, dizzying her new mascot, before she let him go, shifting from ecstatic to (mostly) serious in the blink of an eye. "Now, though, I guess we should discuss the important stuff. I'm a magical girl. Who do I have to fight?" "Oh, yes, about that..." Cuppy, still dizzy, sat on the girl's desk. "You don't really FIGHT anyone, per se--" Right that instant, a plump purple squid the size of a car crashed right through the wall. "GAOOOO!" "Wait, what? You just said I wouldn't have to fight—Kyaaaa!" Without even properly introducing itself, the squid grabbed the Princess with one of its tentacles and lifted her into the air. With another, it tore down the top half of the corset keeping her breasts covered, and wrapped a pair of its appendages around her twin globes, squeezing them with a wet sound. Miharu's grunting and kicking as she tried to wrench herself free was soon joined by squeals and moans. She relaxed a bit. You know, this might not actually be so bad, after all... "Princess!" Cuppy called out, "You need to fight back! Use your magic!" "Right, right!" The Princess' hands were luckily still free, though the two tentacles molesting her breasts were kind of in the way. She waved her arms around as best as she could, and soon pink glitter dust flew everywhere around the room... though it seemed to have no effect at all on the invading cephalopod. Undeterred, the purple beast slid yet another tentacle under the Princess' miniature skirt, snatching her panties... The Princess yelped, and suddenly she knew what to do. Sparkling eyes wide, she drew her leg up as high as it could go... and with a trail of stars and rainbows, slammed her foot down right into the squid's face. "RAINBOW AXE KICK!" That seemed to do the trick. The tentacles loosened and let the Princess drop back down to the floor. Her boobs were bouncing loose and her panties were still in the monster's clutches, but she didn't seem to care. She pointed at the monster, defiantly. "Okay, let's set the record straight! To tell the truth, I'm still a virgin! And I'd rather it stay that way until I find Mr. Right, thank you very much! Then we will fuck and fuck into the next year, but I'm NOT going to do that thing where a girl gets surprise-sexed by a squid and, instead of being traumatized, starts to like it! You're gross, super rude, and cliché to boot! In the name of my virginity, I'm gonna punish you!" She didn't even need to catch her breath, and the rest all came instinctively. Miharu just knew the complex hand gestures to make, causing pink sparkles to trail after her gloves, and finally, a transparent plastic tube to appear in her hand. Stars shot out of her free hand, covering the beast! With a confused "Gao?", it shrank down to a tiny size. The princess held the tube in front of her, and immediately, the shrunken squid was sucked into it. Its tentacles poked out and wriggled in confusion, but its elongated head became one with the plastic tube, giving the whole thing the look of a very strange and slightly slimy sex toy. "Yaaaay!" Miharu spun on her feet and stopped in front of Cuppy, flashing him a grin and a peace sign. With her still-bare breasts still wobbling, she went on. "I just got a new dildo!" The mascot blinked, wide-eyed. "And that's not going to count as having sex with a squid?... You know what? You got this. I think I'll just leave you alone for a while." And with this, he floated out of the room (though he'd later continue to peek in). Miharu kicked her shoes off and dropped onto her bed. Eagerly, she teased herself with her new toy, and already a tentacle wrapped around her swollen clit. She bit her lip and shuddered as the tiny tentacles continued to tease her, before she shoved the toy into her sex and suddenly felt herself short on breath as pleasure shot through her entire body. She grabbed one of her large breasts and tweaked her nipple before starting to knead it with her silk-clad fingers. It felt so good... And although she didn't quite feel like herself anymore, Miharu's scientific curiosity still remained. As the evening went on, she examined and deduced many things about her new powers and her body! Most relevantly, that she had incredible stamina, and could likely continue to play with herself and orgasm for hours and hours if she felt like it... ...and so she did. Only very late into the night, with Miharu's mattress having been inundated with more sweat and juices than her body could possibly hold, did she stop. Illuminated only by a soft pink glow cast from the gem in her tiara, she sat up, put the squid-dildo in her nightstand's drawer, drowsily waved a hand to, in a puff of smoke, will the bed back into cleanliness, and sprawled back onto her pillow, exhausted. In a puff of smoke, the remains of the brightly-colored dress disappeared and the schoolgirl's body returned to normal. She needed a shower, it was breezy and her homework wasn't done yet... but she wasn't even close to caring at that point. Mere seconds later, she was fast asleep. Figuring out more about that whole magical girl business would have to wait until tomorrow. That, and fixing up the giant gaping hole in her wall. TO BE CONTINUED... Sexy Magical Princess Miharu Ep. 02 "I'm late! I'm late!" Miharu squealed as she dashed down the sidewalk, a piece of toast clutched between her teeth. From her neck dangled a golden pendant containing a pink, heart-shaped gemstone. Her schoolbag trailed in her hand behind her, along with Cuppy the talking cupcake, holding on for dear life. Just yesterday evening, that pastry had endowed her with strange magical powers, which had turned the rest of the night quite surreal for the girl. She wasn't quite complaining, however. It was quite fun, in fact, but right now she was... "Late!" she reminded. Just then, as she was crossing a quiet street, a scooter skid to a halt, narrowly avoiding crashing into her. On it was a slender blond boy, wearing the male version of the Nameless High School uniform. "Miharu?" The boy blinked at the sight of her. The girl's glasses had fogged up; she was blushing slightly, and... "Princess?" Cuppy whispered as he hid inside the schoolbag, not loud enough for the boy to hear, "You've stopped breathing, I think." "I-I-I-I—I'm late!" Miharu finally managed to stammer. "Oh, I see! Would you like a ride?" The boy smiled, and before she knew it, Miharu was sitting behind the boy, clutching him tightly. The ride alone wasn't making her nervous, Cuppy quickly realized... but luckily, it only lasted a few minutes. He waved her off at the school gate, and Miharu could rest easy, since he'd just bought her a good ten minutes, leaving her more than enough to get to class on time! ...She noticed that there was something strange, however, about the look he gave her before he left... That tight, nervous feeling in her chest wasn't completely gone either, and it took her a second to realize why. "So thaaat was the Mr. Right you were talking about, wasn't it?" Cuppy climbed out for air. "Looks harmless enough. A scooter, though? Anyway, what's his nam—Princess?" He looked up at Miharu, curiously, and his beady eyes popped out in surprise. "Princess!" She'd dashed out of view, behind the schoolyard's wall. No wonder Miharu's chest felt tight. For some reason, her normally small breasts had grown during the trip, now easily DD-cups, as large as they were when she became the Magical Princess! Before she suffocated, she unbuttoned her shirt and reached to unclasp her bra, which slid off in a second. The small mascot caught up to her. "Cuppy, what's happening?" she squealed, panicked. "And does that mean... the whole time, when I was clutching Akagi-kun..." "So that's his nam— I mean, wait, you're seriously worried about that?!" Cuppy waved his little hands. "But I need to apologize, Princess... I should have warned you this could happen. You see, when you get aroused, you run the risk of turning into the Magical Princess." "So what should I do about this?!" she cried, more than a little upset. "Just... wait it out, I guess. It'll pass." Miharu sighed and stuffed her bra inside her schoolbag, hoping she'd be able to put it back on soon. The only silver lining was that, as she had noticed the previous night, her breasts were downright supernaturally buoyant in that state. Not that they weren't heavy, but they didn't feel that way, somehow. A good thing, too, because they were prone to bouncing around enough to do a number on her spine... She finally managed to get them under control by buttoning her shirt back on, though she left two buttons alone, giving her room to breathe, but also an inadvertent cleavage window she wasn't too proud of. She set the small red bow of her uniform on it, which did an all right job of hiding it, so long as no one was looking at her too closely. She managed to stealth her way to her locker. There, however... "Oh, Mi~ha~ru~!" a female voice sang the girl's name from behind her, just as she had opened her locker. Miharu dreaded turning around, so she did only partially, turning only her head for the most part. What they could see of her oversized breasts from that angle, she hid as best as she could with her arm, under the guise of fetching a book from her locker. The girl behind Miharu was Yumi, a taller girl with a black, stylish bobcut and her schoolbag slung over her shoulder. She wore her uniform much as Miharu did right about now, for similar reasons, though the edges of a lacy black bra could be seen rather plainly in her case. In addition to that, she had quite a lot of makeup on. For some reason, nobody seemed to care that she was breaking dress code. On either side of her were two shorter, brown-haired girls, identical save for the fact that they wore ponytails on different sides of their head. "H-Hi," Miharu stammered. "Miharu, you know how good friends we are, right?" Yumi said sweetly. "Would you mind if I took the teensiest little peek at your book?" "Um... Of course." She handed it to her and hastily crossed her arms over her chest. Luckily, the three girls weren't looking at her right now. Yumi quickly leafed through the pages, until... "What the hell... You haven't even done your homework at all! How useless can you be?!" Without a warning, she threw the book at Miharu's face. It fell to the floor as the trio turned around to find someone else to steal notes from. Teary-eyed, Miharu rubbed her forehead as she bent down to pick up her book. Cuppy was at a loss for words. "Princess..." he started. "She's a bully," Miharu cut off, weakly, "she and her friends always do that sort of thing..." She glanced back again. "But everybody else likes her... She's captain of the cheerleading team, on the student council... She's confident, and beautiful, and nothing ever gets her down, and... I wish I could measure up." "Isn't that... some kind of Stockholm Syndrome talking?" Cuppy joked nervously, desperate to cheer her up. "Besides... I'm sure you'll be able to stand up to her someday!" "Yes... Yes, I gues--" Suddenly, someone in the locker next to her hastily opened their door, inadvertently slapping her breasts into a frenzy. Miharu yelped, remembering that she had a much stupider problem to worry about. ***** Getting to the classroom was more of the same, trying not to get noticed. She did attract a few puzzled glances, but immediately turned around to get a drink of water, or look at a suddenly fascinating poster. She was anything but aroused at that point, but her breasts showed no sign of shrinking. Still, she miraculously made it. Miharu's luck ended there, however, as she was seated near the front of the classroom. Holding her schoolbag tight against her chest, she sat at her desk and quickly opened the largest book she could find. She made herself small in her seat, rested her chest on the desk, and tried to give the impression of someone studying intently. There were only a few minutes left before class got started, and so far, everyone was too busy chatting among themselves to pay any attention to Miharu. She hoped more than ever that her transformation would wear off soon enough. All she had to do was... not be aroused... But of course, as she noticed, just thinking about it made it worse. Her nipples had gone erect, and her awkward position made them rub up against every other thing every time she shifted. Even worse, her panties were starting to ride up her ass, which they didn't... normally do? ...Oh no! "Heya, Miharu! How's it going?" Startled, Miharu looked up at Carrie, a red-headed girl whose family came from America. Miharu had known her since the beginning of high school. With Miharu so shy and Carrie sticking out like a sore thumb with a bad grasp of Japanese, the two of them bonded over their outcast status. If there was someone who wouldn't make fun of her predicament, it would likely be her... but even then, Miharu thought, she'd like to spare herself the embarrassment. As well as she could, she smiled and tried to look nonchalant. "I'm doing well. I had some insomnia last night, but I'll survive." "Good, good. By the way, I love what you've done with your hair." Miharu froze. Done with her...? Slowly, she grabbed one of her braids and held it up in front of her face. The tips of her black hair had gone cotton candy pink! She got up, hastily, and blurted out an excuse. "I'm not feeling well! Tell the teacher I'm going to the nurse's office!" And before Carrie could even ask anything, her Japanese friend had dashed out of the room. The school bells rang just as Miharu escaped the classroom, which meant the hallways were all but deserted at that point. And lucky, too, because the Magical Princess transformation had begun in earnest. With every step she ran, a little something changed about her. First her braided hair came loose into a flowing cape of pink hair, then she felt her glasses disappear, followed by her clothes entirely. She ran naked in her supermodel's body, breasts swaying and bobbing, for a few more feet. High heels appeared beneath her, somehow not impeding her motion at all, gloves unrolled on her forearms, then her revealing princess' dress formed hastily, and finally, she felt the royal tiara land on the crown of her head. And by that point, all panic had made way for confidence. Her lips curled into a smile. She knew just the place to hide. ***** The school gymnasium and theater club shared the same supply room. Amidst the gym supplies and cardboard sets were a surprising amount of places for one to hide... and masturbate in private, too. Tucked in a corner of the room, between two racks of costumes, was Princess Miharu, silk gloves and panties discarded, fingers furiously going in and out of her moist sex. She bit her lip so as not to make too much sound, but soon she began to stimulate herself faster and faster, and then... "AaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAH!" As she panted in the afterglow, Cuppy came out from under a pile of footballs, looking worried. "Please try to keep it down, Princess! I'm sorry I was wrong about your transformation wearing off... but I'm sure it'll only take an orgasm or two before it really does!" Miharu pouted. "I've been at it for an hour now! Not that this isn't fun or anything, but I really should get back to class. This would be so much easier if I had my squid-dildo, or... squid-do, or whatever I'm calling that thing." She waved a hand in the air, snapped her fingers, and... nothing happened. She groaned. "Sheesh! Am I not supposed to have magic powers?" "You do, you do," Cuppy said, meekly, "in fact they could border on godlike if you focused them enough... but right now, your grasp on them is very weak. As a result, the vast majority of your magic comes from your subconscious. That's what summoned this squid yesterday evening, by the way! It came to calm your sexual frustration." "Say... WHAT?" The Princess sat up, and soon a baseball flew right into Cuppy, sending the pastry whirling into the wall. "Why can't you tell me these things before you turn me into a magical girl and stuff? That was EXACTLY the sort of thing I wasn't sure about! And now, does that mean that when I'm in this form, I could be using a whole bunch of magic without even KNOWING?" "P-Pretty much, yes..." Cuppy weakly admitted. ***** Meanwhile, in the gymnasium, Akagi had stopped to get a drink at the water fountain. Above him, a bright pink speaker-phone appeared. From it came the gym teacher's voice. "Akagi, go fetch two basketballs, right now!" It disappeared just as the teenage boy raised his head to see where the voice had come from, but hey, he'd heard it clearly enough. He headed for the supply room... ***** Princess Miharu was looking for more things to throw at her talking cupcake when she heard the door. In a second, she had hid behind a rack of supplies to spy at the door, and the one she saw... no way! Her heart was aflutter, and she knew just what to do. When Akagi turned on the lights, he found her, in full view, lounging seductively on a gym mat in the middle of the room, as if posing for a calendar photoshoot. He blinked, confused, then reasoned to himself that the girl must have been with the theater club, yes... which would at the very least explain her fairy tale costume. ...The rest, not so much. She broke the silence. "Hiii~!" She called out effusively, before immediately resuming her seductress act with a purring voice. "What brings you here?" "I, huh, I came to fetch basketballs," he offered, pointing to the supplies locker where he might find them. "Basketballs, isn't it?" she giggled, and got up. Mesmerizingly, she strutted up to the boy with an enigmatic smile, and he found himself unable to move. As she came closer, he backed off a few steps, but she must have had that planned, since he fell right into the seat of a disused weightlifting machine. She kneeled in front of him, and without saying another word, unzipped his pants. "I've got your basketballs..." She lifted cupped her tits with her hands, and with only the slightest prompting, they popped right out of her dress. Still looking up at the boy with her coy smile, the Princess played with her breasts right under his nose... and a few seconds later, her hands began to glow. Her massaging intensified, and somehow, under her touch, her breasts grew! A minute later, when the glowing subsided, they were bigger than the girl's head, glistening with sweat, and apparently incredibly malleable, yet when left alone, almost perfectly spherical, save for the oversized nipples tipping them. "...right here." He had to be dreaming. How else could he explain, well... anything? Not to mention the fact that he just sat there, not even saying a word. The pink-haired, basketball-titted girl then pulled down his trousers, letting loose his stiffly erect cock! She was done talking too, and set his shaft between her breasts without another word. She massaged them again, this time with his cock between them, and he soon found himself short on breath. He gripped the steel bars of the machine as the pink-clad vixen began to run her enormous tits up and down his shaft faster and faster, an eager look in her eyes. She licked her lips... ...and then he came. A little too quickly for the tastes of the Princess, who actually looked surprised when he squirted a generous load right into her face. She let him finish before licking the spunk off her lips. "Done already? Well, I guess that makes sense, for a regular human... Anyway. I should let you go, now. AMNESIA DUST!" She outright shouted those last words, and blew a cloud of pink dust in the boy's face. Dazed, he came to his senses without a memory of what had just happened. He got up, went to get those basketballs he was asked for, then left the room, without even realizing that his fly was down. Hidden behind the same supplies rack as earlier, Miharu had transformed back into her regular self. "Well, that sure was a thing," she mumbled to Cuppy, who had come crawling back from another hiding spot. "At least I'm glad this is settled. Now we can go back to class, and hopefully not have to worry about any weird magic for the rest of the day." She got up and noticed her reflection in the mirror. Her face was still covered with spunk. She froze. "Ewwwww!" ***** Later that day, elsewhere entirely... Yumi remained in the girls' changing room, even after everyone had left. She was still wearing her cheerleader's uniform, and lounging on one of the benches as she texted a member of the football team. She was horny as hell, and wasn't planning on going home until he paid her a visit. She put down her cell phone, and only then did she notice that her discarded schoolbag, in the corner, was... moving? Something small came out. Wait. What the hell was that thing?! It spoke, and... bowed? "Greetings, my Queen. You may call me... Evil Cuppy. Sexy Magical Princess Miharu Ep. 03 "It all began yesterday when I was heading to school... That's when I met Cuppy, and he started harassing me about becoming a magical girl." "Interesting. Tell me more about this... Cuppy." "I'm right here, you know!" Miharu was lying on her bed, hands on her stomach, with her red-headed friend Carrie sitting cross-legged on a chair next to her, notepad in hand. Sitting on the desk, Cuppy the talking Cupcake watched the two. It was also probably worth mentioning that the wall now had a large sheet of plywood duct taped to it, more or less managing to cover the huge hole in it. Carrie shot the sentient cupcake a dark look. "You shouldn't interrupt my patient while she's talking. Hell, I'm not even sure why you're here at all." "Carrie..." Miharu sat up, shaking her head, "I really appreciate what you're trying to do and all, but I'm really not sure it'll help that I tell you everything a second time. I'm happy enough that you believe me at all." Her American-born friend was planning to major in psychology, and with what Miharu had learned earlier today, it seemed like a good idea to let her in on her secret. She just got... a little carried away sometimes. "Fine!" The redhead sighed and tossed her notepad over her shoulder. "Honestly, I wasn't sure about this until the cupcake started to speak." She thumbed at Cuppy behind her. "That convinced me quickly enough." "Gee..." Miharu's eyes narrowed a bit. "And while magic would help fix that wall and I admittedly wanna see what it looks like, you're not transforming because you can't control yourself in that form... which is pretty fair. ...Hmmm. Wait. Maybe dissociative disord--" She began to reach for her notepad, then stopped. "Never mind. Still, though. I can't believe you titfucked Akagi." Miharu was crestfallen. Why did she remind her? Carrie went on. "...Sheesh, don't look so down. He forgot about the whole thing, you said. What worries me more is that other thing you said, about leaking magic all over the place. I still don't really get that. Cupp, can you field that one?" "Um..." The one she called "Cupp" broke his silence, "I'm no specialist, but the Princess' powers are based on her passions and desires. If she has some unresolved feelings, she might inadvertently use magic to try and solve them... Much like how that Akagi came to you when you were looking for stimulation." "Right," Carrie nodded, a plan already figured out, "so to stop it, we just need to take care of those unresolved feelings. I can't understand what you see in that blandosaurus, but here's my suggestion..." she pointed at Miharu, "I'll be the first to say it probably wouldn't be the healthiest thing to do... but before your magic blows up the planet or whatever, you should turn into the Princess, go find Akagi, and fuck his brains out. I mean, if he wants. And AFTER that, you can worry about going to the movies together like normal human beings." Miharu had remained silent at the outrageous idea; it seemed too silly to even protest... But still, a part of her had to admit it could solve a few problems, and, well... it's not like she wouldn't enjoy it... "Miharu?" "--Huh?" "Your lips are getting all... big and pink and stuff?" Miharu set a finger on her lips, and they felt strangely plump, moist and sensitive. Her vision blurred for a second as her glasses disappeared, and Carrie could see her best friend's blue eyes turning much lighter... no, sparklier than usual! As it had before, the transformation was about to kick in... but not this time. Miharu had thought of that before she came home. She simply removed the pendant. In a second, her glasses poofed back into existence, and her glossy, bubble-gum pink lipstick vanished. "This takes care of that," she breathed out in relief, "I guess that way, I can avoid transforming when I don't want to." A pause. "Carrie, what you suggested. Are these... doctor's orders?" Carrie sort of shrugged. There was another moment of silence before Miharu spoke up. "...I'll do it." She out the pendant back on, and in a flash, the Princess took her place. ***** A few minutes later, the hunt was on. It was a very strange feeling for Carrie, to be running around in her plain school's uniform right next to... someone who sounded exactly like her best friend, but who wore a ridiculously flashy dress, had a mile of pink hair, bounced all over the place and somehow managed to flash her panties even when she was just standing around. Luckily, while they attracted a lot of unwanted attention, everyone just assumed that Miharu was just a cosplayer who had escaped from Akihabara. "You know... We should really get a move on," Carrie mumbled, with Cuppy on her shoulder, while the Princess flashed an enthusiastic peace sign to a nerd with a camera for what felt like the millionth time. "Geez, you party-pooper! But right, right, right..." After waving her new fan goodbye, Miharu conjured up a handheld, heart-shaped device helpfully labelled "TRUE LOVE DETECTOR". Despite the cutesy aesthetic, Carrie had no idea how to make sense of the many numbers and symbols it displayed. "It's odd, though," Miharu went on, "according to this, Akagi-kun hasn't even left Nameless High yet." "But what could be keeping him there?" Carrie didn't... precisely worry, but it was certainly odd. The sun had set at least an hour ago. "Gosh! Let's just flash forward further and find out!" Miharu cried out impatiently. ***** Carrie was left disoriented by the sudden scene transition, but there they were, at the school, more precisely in the girls' changing room. And when the redhead's blurred vision returned, she noticed Princess Miharu kneeling in front of an unconscious boy. He wore the football team's uniform, but had his pants pulled down, with his large cock hanging limp. No, wait... The entire changing room was full of unconscious football players! Some were lying on the benches, many on the ground, a few even in the showers... Like the first one, their dicks were all hanging out, though a few were completely naked, and some of their clothes seemed to have been ripped apart like tissue paper. "They're completely unconscious," Miharu diagnosed. "Carrie!" she turned to her friend, horror-struck, "Someone's fucked the entire football team to near-death!" Carrie needed a second to process that, and took another to have a private eulogy for her normal life. Miharu went on, slightly panicked. "The search for Akagi-kun can wait. We have to do something for these boys! And I know just what will perk them right up." "Mouth to mouth?" "No, silly. I'm saving my first kiss for Akagi-kun." Instead, Miharu pulled down the meager strip of cloth keeping her large bust in check, and right in front of Carrie's incredulous eyes, she fondled them much like she did earlier that day, causing them to expand well past the size of her head. Soon, her oversized nipples began to trickle white milk. Satisfied, Miharu lifted the closest boy's head and pressed his mouth against his nipple. Instinctively, he suckled on it, and with a little milking from the Princess' gloved hands, a steady stream of magic milk soon poured into his mouth. Color returned to his cheeks, and after a moment, his eyes opened. He hazily looked at the pink princess he was still being breast-fed by, and then— "AMNESIA DUST!" Coughing up pink dust, he walked out of the changing room, not realizing that his cock was still hanging out. "There!" Miharu dusted her hands, "We only need to do this again for the rest of the team." She noticed Carrie gawking, and before the redhead could begin to speak, the pinkhead cut her off. "Oh, you're right! This could take a little while. That's why I'm naming you official nurse of the Cupcake Kingdom!" And with a wave of the Princess' hand, the air around the dumbfounded Carrie was filled with pink sparkles, and a second later, she was wearing a form-fitting nurse's outfit with a pink heart where the Red Cross symbol should be. Miharu snapped her fingers, a playful grin on her face, and just then, a button from Carrie's new outfit flew off as her breasts surged outwards! "Miharu, I..." Carrie looked down at her newfound, growing cleavage. She had to think fast. "Can I just do mouth-to-mouth?" Princess Miharu tilted her head, still smiling. "Oh, sure!" A new snap of her fingers and a few more pink sparkles later, Carrie's bust stopped growing at a comfortable D-cup, while her lips coated themselves in a glossy, candy apple-red lipstick. The newly-appointed nurse still had some self-control, unlike Miharu, and was at least satisfied not to join her in breastfeeding these guys. What came next, however, just felt right to her. She knelt down next to another one of the downed boys, and outright French kissed him, embracing his limp body. A few second later, his arms embraced her back, and the two remained locked in a makeout session— "AMNESIA DUST!" "W-watch where you're aiming that thing! I have exams coming, you know!" Carrie coughed as the boy walked away much like the previous one had, his dick still out. Tragically, she had just forgotten the Pythagorean Theorem. It took a few more minutes to reanimate the rest of the football team. Carrie's wake-up kisses could take care of things near-instantly when she managed to pry away from her patient, but Miharu found ways to be more efficient with her slower method, holding two boys to her breasts at a time. Though her boobs were lactating furiously at this point, they didn't shrink down. On the contrary, the milk within them magically refilled, and soon, the magical princess was lugging around a pair of jiggly flesh beach balls. Finally, the room was empty, save for Carrie and Miharu. The Princess pulled up the strip of fabric at the edge of her dress and, not without a bit of difficulty, managed to stretch it over her massive boobs. Her nipples seemed to be the only thing holding it in place, and somehow, this seemed to support them well enough, in open defiance to all known laws of gravity. "Okay, so do we just... stay like this?" Carrie had finally taken a moment to look at herself in her nurse's outfit. Honestly, it didn't look half-bad, she thought to herself. She gave Miharu a sideways glance. Compared to her friend, who'd look right at home in a hentai comic at this point, she looked downright normal. "We haven't found Akagi-kun yet!" The True Love Detector was right back in Miharu's hands, though she was having some difficulty looking at it at this point. "Who knows, we might need to reanimate him too!" She had stars in her eyes at the prospect. Following the signal, the two girls opened the door from the changing room to the gymnasium itself. They both gasped. The entire gym's floor was littered with unconscious bodies. A few of them, freshly fucked, still twitched on the floor. Some wore baseball uniforms, others basketball jerseys... Quite possibly, every single male member of every sports club in the school was there! And before Miharu and Carrie could finish gawking, the double doors at the other end of the gym swung wide open. Light flooded in, and framed by it was a shapely silhouette, who stepped forward. It was... "Yumi!" Miharu gasped, recognizing her cheerleader "friend". But how could she... "Wait," Carrie pointed, "she's got another one of whatever the hell your pendant is!" She was right. Around Yumi's neck was a heart-shaped pendant, quite similar to the one Miharu used to transform into the Princess... The only difference was that the chain was silver, the gemstone purple, and the heart broken. "Well, well, if it isn't Miharu!" The purple-haired beauty stepped forward dramatically, lifting a hand in the air while holding up the pendant in the other. "Evil Cuppy told me we would clash sooner or later, though I didn't expect it to be this early." "WAIT!" Cuppy the Cupcake emerged from Miharu's cleavage suddenly. "Did you just say... Evil Cuppy?" "That's right," Yumi giggled, "and he gave me this most wonderful present. Behold! DARK HEART POWER, MAKE UP!" ***** Yumi was instantly teleported to the dimension of darkness and purple mist. She spun around in the air, leaving behind her clothes, which melted into a thick, golden liquid that remained hovering around her. The only thing left on her body was her pendant, bathing her body in purple light. A pair of gold-and-purple pom-poms appeared in the naked girl's hands. She waved them around in the air, sending her already large boobs jiggling, and granting them a single cup-size in the process. She lowered the pom-poms, describing an hour-glass shape with them before slapping her ass, reshaping her curves well into porn star territory. The spiral of honey around her body flew towards it, coating it in a slick, shiny gloss before partially washing itself away, removing whatever minor imperfections might be left. The rest solidified into a new two-piece cheerleader's outfit made of shiny, gold-and-purple fabric. The top hugged her form all the way up to her neck, though a heart-shaped cleavage window offered a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts. Behind, an ornate bow shaped like a pair of golden, insect-like wings sprouted on her back. The bottom was a gold-and-purple miniskirt, behind which trailed a pair of long striped ribbons, attached to a second, larger purple bow. A pair of translucent, shining golden silk veils dropped from the skirt on each side, giving Yumi's strange attire a more regal look. Playfully, the girl lifted her skirt to confirm that she was in fact wearing no underwear at all! She dropped it, and a cute little bee buckle popped into existence on her belt. With a few more waves of Yumi's pom-poms, a pair of sneakers, as well as long stockings and gloves striped in her color scheme appeared to complete the outfit. Finally, the pendant on her neck detached to turn into a silver tiara. It landed on her head in a flash of light, causing her hair to explode into countless elegant curls, some of them golden, some remaining purple. With full, purple lips, Yumi blew a kiss at an unseen camera, before setting a pom-pom-holding hand behind her head, and another on her hip, posing as she called out her new name in a sultry voice: "MAGICAL QUEEN BEE YUMI!" ***** "Bees? Seriously?" Miharu squeaked out.