Ryuko grunted a bit, walking down the hallway of the large battleship. She was, of course, completely nude, as she was used to at this point. She was currently looking for something to wear. She turned one of the hallways, before quickly stopping and blushing. She had almost walked directly into her older sister, Satsuki, who was wearing her trenchcoat and talking to some of her "subordinates". She walked down another hallway, frowning a bit as she got lost in her thoughs...
Finally, she found her way into the armory, where there were several nudist beat uniforms lying around. It wasn't much, but it would due. She walked up to one and picked it up, peeking at the one beside it. From the look at the badge, along with the hilt attached to it, it was Satsuki's own uniform... Ryuko sighed, starting to pull the straps on. "Man, it's weird... You fight her to the death one day, then the next day you find out you're related by blood... I kinda wish I knew more about her..." she said, buckling the pouches around her chest, "This is pretty tight... I wonder who's it was..."
As she looked down, she saw a stray fiber hanging out from one of the straps. Not thinking much of it, she reached down and pulled it out. "Huh... guess I don't have to worry about these anymore..." she said, with a somewhat sad smirk, as she threw it over her shoulder, not even noticing as it glowed and unraveled into nothingness. Ryuko readjusted herself with a grunt, trying to get comfortable. "Hmm... I think it's starting to get a bit better..." she said, her voice sounding slightly nasal. Frowning, she rubbed her nose a bit, going to walk out of the door...
She found herself somewhat faltering, as the pouches seemed to oddly move around her body, as if they were getting heavier. "Man, what's with these things? They didn't looks so bad when everyone else was wearing them!" she said, rubbing her nose again, the nasally tone slowly becoming more pronounced. She looked down at her waist, observing her own legs, which seemed... oddly smaller, more slender. "Huh... Did I lose some weight?" she said to herself, looking up and around the room, trying to find some reflective surface
She finally saw a small hand mirror, and she walked over, picking it up with a pair of slender fingers, tipped with pink nail polish. She stared at them for a second, before looking into the small mirror. She expected to see her oddly gear shaped pupils, but instead, a pair of red eyes stared back at her. "Eeeeh? What's this?" she said, in a rather uncharacteristic tone of shock, as she moved the mirror back. Her strand of red hair was still there, but it was shorter, and surrounded by tufts of pink bangs, with two long strands framing her slightly rosey cheeks...
Ryuko threw the mirror aside, reaching up and running her hands down her body. "What?! My boobs are gone! I'm as flat chested as their little weirdo Nonon..." Ryuko said, in Nonon's voice exactly. "What was that Nonon?" asked a rather stoic voice behind her. Ryuko froze, quickly whipping around. Satsuko stood there, looking with a raised eyebrow at the girl before her, curious to her strange statements...
Ryuko went to say something sarcastic, but she felt her face suddenly boiling. As she stared at the taller girl, she felt a strong wave of affection hit her, and quickly, she skipped to her side, holding onto Satsuki's arm. "It's nothing, Satsuki-san~! Do you wanna go get some ice cream now that your mom is dead~?" Satsuki looked down at her curiously, walking along. "Um... Alright... Have you seen Ryuko-san?" Nonon simply hummed, barely listening. "Ryuko? Nope, haven't seen her aaaall day!"
Panty made a low groaning sound, slumped over on the kitchen table. Stocking stood behind her, looking bemused as usual, as she stirred a bit of tea. "And what's wrong with you?" Stocking asked, with a heavy air of non interest, as she started adding spoonfuls of sugar into the small glass. Panty shifted slightly to look at her sister, her eyes bloodshot. "Uuugh... Last night was amazing... So many guys... But my head feels split open..." she slurred, rubbing her hand through her messy hair. Stocking sighed, walking over and setting the glass down. "Here, drink this. It'll help..." she said, before curtly walking out of the room...
Panty grunted, in what she figured sounded like appreciation, before grabbing the small cup and downing it in one gulp. She winced harshly, sitting up quickly. "Ach! Of course she made it way too sweet... It's so sugary my lips are tingling..." she said, putting her fingers to her lips. She expected them to stop tingling in a second, but for some reason, the sensation seemed to slowly spread... going up her cheeks, feeling her skin flush to a pale color. "Ugh, what did she put in this, poison? I knew she was jealous..."
The tingling spread outwards, covering her whole face. Despite her complaints, Panty was happy to feel the bags under her eyes start to disappear... Though found the odd poking sensation to her eyelids and around her eyes odd, as if someone were applying make up to her forcefully. "Ugh, what is that!" she said, rubbing her eyes. She then looked at her hands, seeing black make up smudged on them. "...Did someone draw on my while I was passed out?!" she said angrily, running over to the sink and looking down into the small pool of water, at her wavering reflection.
For a second, she thought that Stocking had fallen into a parallel universe again, and was staring back up at her. But the blonde hair around her head, even if it was a bit lax and stringy now, proved to her that it was, in fact, Stocking. "Huh... We look more alike than I thought..." she said, stepping back and looking down at herself, "...But why does my dress look odd?"
She was, of course, referring to the fact that her usually hip hugging dress was flaring out in odd directions, looking more like an old school style dress that, well, Stocking would wear. Reaching underneath, instead of feeling her underwear, she instead felt several ruffles, that would usually be used for covering one's naughty bits. "Uggh, its that dumb thing stocking wears! A pettiskirt or whatever! Gross!" she gagged, as she tugged at it. Try as she might, though, it wouldn't come off, and soon she fell over, kicking her legs in the air in desperation.
She couldn't see them before, but now as she saw them, she noticed that she was wearing socks, which were highly unusual for Panty. She reached down, her arm now covered in a red sleeve, to feel the socks, which were red and white striped, leading to a pair of white mary janes on her feet. Panty stared for a second, before quickly jumping up in anger, her hair falling around her, like a protective dome of blonde/white hair. "That bitch turned me into her! I'll kill her!" she said, stomping out of the kitchen and into the living room, where Stocking was sipping a cup of tea, a small smirk on her face.
Panty moved up to her, grabbing her by the collar and lifting her up. "You lolita whore! You change me back right now or-!" she said, before being cut off as a chunk of chocolate was shoved into her mouth. Panty dropped Stocking in surprise, who was still pleasantly sipping on her tea, as Panty slowly chewed. Suddenly, without warning, Panty let out a deep moan, one paralleled only by her deepest sexual pleasures. "Oh my goood! That's so good!" Panty moaned, sitting down and starting to pick up random pieces of candy. Stocking giggled a bit, handing her a cup of tea. "I'm glad you like it... Now, let's let our tea party begin~!"
Kumiko grunted, bouncing her leg slightly and biting lightly on the end of her pencil, as she looked down at the music filled notebook. She was the last remaining Bass ensemble remaining after practice, and she was currently going through the routine in her head, trying to figure out the best way to get through the first few lines on this particular page without fumbling. She seemed to be having no luck, though, and it was driving her mad. All of her focus was placed on it, so much so that she didn't seem to notice, or care, that the room door slid open, a small figure slowly stepping in. "Hello Kumiko-chan~!" said the small, high voice of Sapphire "Midori" Kawashima, in a quite giddy tone.
"Hmm? Oh, hey Midori..." Kumiko said, not looking up as she moved her fingers in a ghost like manner over her euphonium's buttons. Midori hummed a bit to herself, as she walked over to Kumiko's chair, standing behind her. Her hands were behind her back, holding something quite large. "Hey Kumiko-chan, guess what?" she asked, sounding somewhat impish, barely containing her delight. "Hmm?" Kumiko said, still barely paying attention, her eyes drifting to the side a bit. "Tuba-kun!" she said loudly, before Kumiko felt her eyes and face being covered by something large and plastic.
"He-Hey!" Kumiko yelled, as she felt the Tuba-kun helmet being forced over her head, giving a light "thunk" as it hit her shoulder, "that's not funny! I'm trying to figure this out!" Kumiko reached up, grabbing the sides of the helmet. With a heave, she tried to pull it off... Only to find that it was quite impossible. The helmet almost felt too small, pressing against her face and neck, though not pinching or squeezing in any uncomfortable way... She tugged again, with a big grunt, but it seemed to not to want to move. "Did you put glue on this or something? It's not coming off?" she asked, in a muffled tone, as Midori giggled behind her, not saying anything.
Suddenly, Kumiko started to feel slightly sick. She thought for a second that she was feeling somewhat clausterphobic, her head being trapped inside of a light mask, but after a moment, she realized that it felt she had been overstuffed. "Ugh..." she said, as she let go of the helmet, reaching down and feeling her belly. She was usually quite proud of how in shape she kept, even with her sometimes snacking, so she was a bit surprised to find that her uniform seemed to be stretching against her body. She pressed her hand against her stomach, but found it seeming to sink in, similar to if one was to press on an inflating balloon.
"...Wait, what?!" she said, jumping up from her seat. She felt herself teeter a bit, as if her entire body was thrown off balance, different parts of it feeling like they were different weights. She reached her arms out to the side, finally balancing herself, and instinctively looked down. The mask was nearly impossible to see out of, but for some reason, she felt like she could see somewhat better than before. Her legs, usually toned thanks to carrying around her euphonium a lot, were now much thicker than before, all sides of it brushing against her billowing skirt, causing it to splay out wards. Her skirt that was barely holding on anyways, as both her hips and her thighs were jetting out dangerously, starting to gobble it up...
And this was nothing compared to her upper body. Her belly was now pushing out far, not covering her view of her legs only thanks to her top holding her in. Her chest was also pushing out quite a bit, making her entire upper body look like one big bubble. The clothing shook dangerously, as she reached up to feel it. She jumped a bit, noticing that her hands were no longer really hands, but two big balls of white, each with a thumb on the, looking as if they themselves were made of a soft plastic.
The jump of surprise seemed to be the last straw, though, and the outfit exploded in a glorious fashion. Her skirt ripped down the side; Her top popped in two; Her bra flew forward onto the floor; And her panties flew off like a slingshot. Her body seemed to wave around, as if trying to settle into a comfortable position. Soon, the weight settled heavily on her legs, which were now half the size as before, despite her height not changing in the slightest. She was now distinctly pear shaped, her short arms only conforming ot the overall look.
"What... Did you do?!" Kumiko yelled, as the lips of the mask moved to match her words. Her mouth and the mask's mouth moved as one, as her and the mask's eyes blinked in unison. Midori simply smiled delightfully, as she bounded over, clutching onto her soft body. "Tuba-kuuun~!" Midori said, putting her entire weight onto Kumiko. Due to her now uneven and unfamiliar body, she was easily pushed onto the ground, Midori lying on top of her. And there she was pinned, as Midori cuddled her, hoping that something can be done to help her soon, before Midori got... Ideas...
Naruto sighed groggily, feeling his consciousness coming back a bit. He had had quite a tiring day before in the office, having prepared for a possible military movement to help out an ally village the night before. When he had gotten home, he had spent a bit of time with the kids before heading straight to sleep. He had dreaded waking up the next day, as it would be more work to do... But as he slowly opened his eyes, something seemed off... He figured, of course, he was still a bit groggy. He slowly rolled over, looking at where his wife usually was be, smiling slightly.
But as he looked, he found, slightly to his disappointment, that the spot was empty. This wasn't an entirely new, as Hinata was usually an early riser, while he enjoyed sleeping in. But there was a small note lying on the bed. Curious, he picked it up. "Gone to train, be back soon! Hinata~<3" the note said, a heart and a kiss mark at the bottom. Naruto blushed slightly, but smiled, slowly sitting up and starting to stretch out, lifting his arms up and over his head , reaching up high...
As he did so, he paused slightly. He usually slept in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, but for some reason, this felt different. As he stretched, there seemed to be a heavy weight on his chest, and not the usual kind that came with having to do a full day of paperwork. He slowly moved his arms down from the stretching position, reaching for his pecs and grasping. His fingers fell upon the soft feeling of silk, which was only complimented by the softness that his skin exuded, as two large orbs were resting underneath the silky outfit he was wearing.
Gasping dramatically, Naruto jumped up from the bed, looking down. He couldn't see much, of course, but what he did see was slightly worrying. He could see two spaghetti straps holding up a somewhat revealing nighty, showing off an impressive amount of cleavage that blocked the view of the rest of the body, save for some small toes sticking out from her feet. He quickly started to run to the bathroom, but stopped in front of a full length mirror, getting a first good look at himself. And in doing so, Naruto almost fainted.
In the mirror stood the reflection of a woman. It looked very familiar, as Naruto recognized the long blonde hair and impressive chest as his Sexy No Jutsu form, he called Naruko. But this one was... Different. As she pulled her hand up and down her body, she felt her face, which was much rounder and softer, showing off the whisker like markings on pale skin. Her hands moved down to the two orbs that showed proudly upon her chest, even bigger than Naruto had made them before. And hidden from her sight was her belly, sticking out slightly under the nighty, not exactly fat but definitely more rounded, causing her seal marking to show off more prominently, bordered by faint stretch marks. They were held up impressively by two heavy thighs, together just as wide as her hips, that almost hid the small pair of orange panties that she was wearing, and from behind she could feel two large cheeks swallowing up the rest.
Naruto, or rather this new Naruko, felt faint, as her wide legs became somewhat weak. She felt herself step over to the side, and she had to grab the bedside table to keep herself up. She took a few quick breaths, as she looked at what was on the table. There were a few photos, showing two women, one blonde, one dark haired. They were quite happy, spending time together... One showed them both in white dresses, as if at a wedding... Another showed the blonde one with a rounded belly, the darker haired one looking proud... And another showed the two of them with two small kids at their ankles, both looking qutie happy...
Naruko looked, wide eyed, at the photos, picking up the one of the blonde with the round belly. "I was... Pregnant?... Twice?" she said, blushing as she looked at the second photo. But even as she said it, something sparked in her mind. It felt... Right for some reason... She had been pregnant... And gave birth to a beautiful boy and a gorgeous little girl... Naruko was their mother, and of course, Hinata is both her wife and their papa... Slowly, she smiled, setting the picture back down, as she heard a door in the other room opening.
"Naruko! I'm home!" a soft, but confident voice said, as the dark haired girl walked through the front door, two kids following behind her. Naruko walked out, now dressed in a bathrobe, smiling widely. "Welcome home honey!" Naruko said, kneeling down and picking up the two kids that run up, kissing them both, "It's good to see you all back... Work up a sweat?" Naruko asked, jokingly, as she kissed Hinata as well, "I need to get back into working out again... Maybe when these two are in the Acadamy..." Hinata chuckled, giving her bottom a pat. "Don't worry dear... I like you just the way you are!"
Kashima grunted, pacing the dressing room. She could feel that Hori was starting to get somewhat bored with her performances, so she had to do something new to really impress him... But what? She searched the racks of costumes, studying each one. "Hm... I'm not a good princess... And there aren't any tanukis in these plays, so that costume won't work... Ugh, what should I do!" Kashima sighed, taking a few steps back and flopping into a nearby chair, a crinkling sound being heard as she did so.
It took her a moment to register the sound. She raised an eyebrow, looking down. "Did I sit on something?" she said to herself, as she got up and looked back at the seat. She didn't see anything though, just a regular wooden seat. "Huh... This is wood huh? It felt really soft when I sat down..." she said, absentmindedly reaching behind her, feeling under her skirt. Instead of the regular shorts she was used to, her fingers instead sank into a large, soft object, so large that her actual bottom couldn't even feel the imprints of her fingers...
Kashima squealed a bit, running over to the mirror. Wordlessly, she lifted her skirt, peering underneath. "Is that... What I think it is?" she said to herself, undoing her skirt and pulling it off to get a better look. Her eyes met white puffiness, as a diaper now stared her full in the face, taped around her crotch. At first, she was speechless, simply turning around slowly to view herself. Finally, she took a deep breathe, and sighed. "Well, maybe I put this on earlier and forgot about it... And it doesn't look too bad... Maybe this is an angle I can take..." she said, a smile slowly forming on her face again as she paced the room, a bit more wobbly than before.
"Yes... A baby prince! That would be an excellent show! It would show Hori a new side of me... And the audience would love it..." she said, before suddenly stopping. Her smile faded, replaced with a quizzical look, as she thought deeply. "I have the outfit... But I am never around kids... How do you act like a baby?" she asked out loud, to no one in particular.
As if her mind were waiting to ask her this, she suddenly knew exactly what she had to do. Smiling, she got down on her hands and knees, starting to move around, her diapered bottom shaking along. "Yeah, something like this!" she said, giggling a bit, "And I gots ta tawk funny... Fowget some wettas and wowds..." She crawled around the room a bit, as if practicing, her hands slowly disappearing behind the arms of her sweater. "Yeah! It's wowking! I feew wike babby!" she said, in a squeaky voice, as she got up happily, putting her arms in the air in celebration.
It was quite a comical sight. The diaper disappeared behind the sweater, now hanging down to her skinny ankles. Her sleeves flopped with every movement of her arms, her hands now only reaching to about the elbow. Through her celebration, she spied her reflection. Curious, she toddled over, being careful not to trip over her own sweater. "...Who's dat wittle girl?" she said in a moment, pointin to her reflection, "Wittle babbies aren't awwowd in high schoow!"
She turned away from the reflection, starting to walk again, before finally tripping over, stepping on the rim of the sweater. "Oof! Ouch..." she said, before crawling forward, easily fitting out of the neck hole. She was now in a simple diaper and shirt, adourned with the theatrical masks. "I's need find Howi!" she said happily, crawling toward the open door, "Howi! I's weady for pway!"
Summer looked around the house. It was empty, but nowadays that was to be expected. Her dad was probably doing something weird, her mom was probably at work, and her grandpa and brother were probably doing something weirder... She sighed a bit, flopping back onto the couch. There was of course nothing on TV, so she just lazily watched some random other dimensional reality show... Her eyes wandered over to a box, sitting in the corner of the room, with a large button on it. Curiously, she got up, walking over to it. "Huh... This looks familiar, but why..." she said to herself, as she pressed the button...
A bizarre looking creature appeared, lanky, with blue skin and orange hair. "Hi, Look at me, I'm Mr. Meeseeks! I'm here to help you with your problem!" he said in his excitable way. Summer just sighed, throwin the box to the side. "Oh, it's you. Whatever..." she said, sitting back at the couch. The Meeseeks seemed disappointed by her response, going up to her and standing proudly. "Look at me! I'm here to help with your problems!" he said, in his same chirpy tone. Summer just rolled her eyes, changing the channel. "Well, I don't need you. You can just go away..."
"Um, well.. I, Mr. Meeseeks, can't do that until I've fufilled a goal! Hi, Look at me, please give me something to do!" he said, still smiling, but looking extremely anxious. Summer gave a deep sigh, changing channels again. "Can you somehow restart my life so things aren't so damn boring?" she said sarcastically, still not looking at him. Meeseeks seemed rather satisfied with this request, though, as he said "I'm Mr. Meeseeks! I can do that!" he said, snapping his fingers
Summer looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, but found herself quickly being picked up. "Look at me! Coochi coochi coo!" he said, holding her up from under her arms. "What the hell are you doing?!" she yelled, struggling to get free from his grasp. Her struggles were pacified by, ironically, a pacifier. She found one randomly shoved in her mouth, stunning her for long enough for Mr. Meeseeks to get started with what he needed to do.
Humming an off kilter song, he walked back over to the couch, laying her down. She started to make a fuss again, but felt her stomach slowly being rubbed. She found it... Oddly relaxing, and slowly, her limps started to go limp, as she started to breathe slowly. She found herself starting to lose focus, her mouth even starting to suckle on the object in her mouth. She was in a trance now, her arms splayed out uselessly, her mouth making a suckle motion. All she could do was watch as her pants were slowly pulled off, her underwear going along with them. She started to make some sounds of protest, starting to move again, but she was silenced as her belly was rubbed again. Slowly, her eyes started to close, as she saw something white starting to approach her nether regions...
"Well... This is interesting..." Summer heard a female voice said. Slowly, she opened her eyes, rubbing them lightly as she looked around. It took a few minutes for her to remember what just had happened, and she quickly jumped to her feet, staring around her. "...What da hell?!" she yelled, in a tiny voice, as she found bars surrounding her. At first she thought she had been taken to prison again, but to one side, she saw a woman nearly twice her size standing over her. After staring at her for a bit, she recognized that it was her mother, leaning on the edge of the bars, looking exasperated. "Mom! Why is you so big?!" she yelled, running up to her.
"Well.. It seems Mr. Meeseeks took your request a little too literal... I came back home while he was building this room..." she said, gesturing to the room around her. Summer looked around, seeing what used to be her room, though now half deconstructed and turned into a nursery, "He had... Well, used one of Rick's inventions to make you young again... I was able to get Rick to get rid of him before he took away all your intelligence, but..." Her mother seemed to trail off, looking both sorry for her daughter and amused, patting her small head.
Summer was speechless. She looked up at her, tears in her eyes. "So... I'm a baby wit a teenagers bwain?" she said, starting to cry. Her mother quickly picked up her daughter, rubbing her back. "Aww, calm down honey... Rick will find a solution... Hopefully one that won't make it worse... Now let's get you into a clean diaper! God knows you could use one..."