{ MISSION ORP } THE END??? (p.52)

[Pixie Nyxie]

Dakota was already through the light house portal before Cael flipped his table and Allan cut that s**t in half. He grabbed his lucky speedo's, baby lotion and headed right through the portal before some PMS woman stopped him.

On the otherside he was met with....Heaven. Sun, Water and Babes in Bikini's. All of the babes.

And some would find Dakota already stripped down, donning that same lucky speedo, covered in some sort of shiny....on is almost ripped bod.

Yes Dakota was styling and he was ready ladies. Antidote be damned!

 

[Blade Kuroda]

Oh god, Cael was even more pissed than usual. They were all going to die. He was going to die here today. With giant breasts and a missing ring finger. The very finger that Candace once signified that he will never become a bride because of it. If he dies, he really won't ever become one!

Clutching his breasts still, he just continued to huddle away, trying to tune out most of what else was going on until debriefing actually started.

"NO THE TABLEE!!" he cried out.

"I WORKED HARD TO GET THAT TABLE HOW DARE YOU! I ALMOST DIED IN THAT MISSION! ALMOST. DIED!! AND SET ON FIRE! DID I MENTION ALMOST DIED?!?!?!"

The trainee wailed before he was finally ushered away towards the portal. ... And then they were at a beach. Wait. Why were they here?  

[Baneful]

Rep had been inconsolably crying almost the whole time. There was just such thing as a sensory overload and seeing all the figures of authority he tended to - mostly - look up to as women was just plain old ******** upsetting.

He stopped crying however as one of his favourite ******** things occurred WANTON FURNITURE DESTRUCTION.

He stopped crying in order to just kirakira for a bit, clapping his hands.

And then they were moved out.

It was not what he ******** expected.

 

[demon_pachabel]

"Just Moose tracks." Cass answered, shoving a spoonful of the ice cream at Al before it seemed li- okay, arms and ice cream up off the table time! Cass just half the tub with one hand and the spoon with the other, as if this was completely normal and not out of place at all. In fact, she may have grown too casual about this kind of behavior over the last year.

But it seemed like they were headed somewhere and it was going to be..some kind..of a party. Cass wasn't sure how 'excited' she was about said 'party', but never the less, it was time to go be...be Cass, she guessed.

She seemed to sigh, patting Al on the shoulder as they were slowly herded through the portal (slowly in Cass terms because every minute was an eternity with a raging uterus and its wonderpowers. Was she going to need to get her shots again after this?) only to be greeted with - "Wow, that...is some real sun." she seemed to bask in it, smiling a bit at the warmth of it.

Albeit, getting changed into a swimsuit was going to be a completely different task..

LP

 

[lizbot]

Already dressed for the occasion, H sauntered to the bar and gave the young bartender an intense, lingering stare accompanied by a slow, dangerous smile.

A few minutes later, the doctor returned, sipping her complimentary umbrella drink.  

[its me debz]

Clerise gleefully went through the portal, and gleefully clapped her hands. She picked out something vintage, not really feeling the need to wear a bikini.

Besides, she'd stick out this way. Her eyes caught a rather familiar body-- in a tiny speedo.

Oh, Dakota. His fault? Possibly. Did she care? Nahh. "Too bad you didn't turn into a lady," she said to him, sounding mournful. "Coulda shown you the BEST time." She ruffled his hair and wandered off to find a pretty lady to lather up with suntan lotion.



There were elevated voices, stared daggers, and complaining.

All the complaining.

The leader was being worse than anyone-- a fact that severely distressed Kostya. She let out a small whine, and followed Mimsy through the portal.

She stared in horror at the fact that she was expected to wear a bikini. Covered up was one thing, but...being exposed?

As a boy, Kostya had dressed in layers. Endless layers. As a girl, she preferred the same.

"I don't want to," she murmured, tearful.
 

[chiickadee]

Ami wasn't so chill with this mission. She'd admit that her body wasn't exactly ... well the most attractive thing on the earth. She was a little on the pudgy side. Not out of shape! ... Just not skinny 8c

Still, she could appreciate a beach scene. This actually looked pretty enjoyable.

OH WAIT. THERE WAS THE WHOLE ENORMOUS BOOB SITUATION.

Oh ******** yeah this was going to be the best. Boobs + a bikini? Talk about a dream come true! She'd never had enough to fill the top before. Oh man this was kind of exciting.

She tried to find a becoming swimsuit for her body type, but she drew blanks. She spotted ONE in the choosing process, but Clerise took it before she could. She'd get you Clerise- and your little dog too!

ALL Allan had left was bikinis. Endless bikinis. Sighing, she chose a baby blue one with a little skirt. She got changed where no one could see her, and just hoped that no one noticed her extra pounds.

Ami nudged Kostya and said, "You probably just wanna do it. They'll force you to anyways." She smiled, and then turned to Kat and said, "So uh ... what d'you think?" Was this awkward? This felt awkward.

ILU 5 EVR

lividpeas

 

[bipolar bee]

Sasha didn't bother to help Jerry through the portal. She was far too busy fighting the urge to slap him silly.

And she wasn't really happy with Rin, either.

In fact, she was less than happy with the entire situation. The urge to cry had been squelched, and she felt no urge to laugh either.

No, this was unadulterated, seething hot red rage.

As she was dragged behind Allan, her expression grew darker and darker and darker.

Not even the warm beach or the nice hotel could brighten her mood, but she kept her mouth shut - as a lady should - and sullenly hovered next to Allan.  

[LP]

demon_pachabel

Ohh Moose tracks! Ali took the ice cream offered happily and then watched as the table flipped. Oh wow.... there was a moment of oh s**t. They were going to a beach. Well this would be interesting following along staying close to Cass.

When they stepped through Ali seemed to agree with Cass. "Oh.... this is nice."

There was a pause when she saw the swimsuits and picked up a bikini... ".... how.... do you put these on." She was looking at the top and staring a bit awkwardly. This was just as bad as when Syd started talking about he should experiment. There was a blush creeping up on the death hunters face too.  

[x_Nata_x]

Whatever rage Petra was directing in Allen's direction, Cael(ina) cut it short pretty quickly. Like... immediately. There was a moment of distinct surprise when the table went crashing to the floor, and the Death hunter turned her undivided attention to her new division leader, staring like she had just now recognized him. Her. Whatever. Which was completely true -- there was nothing to prepare her for seeing the Angel of Death himself suddenly sporting a pare of new, huge, bouncing breasts.

She couldn't decide whether to feel terrified... or proud.

Not of the breasts. Although those were lovely too.

Not quite sure when 'beach' and 'bathing suit' had come into the equation, Petra turned her attention back towards her unconscious spouse, dress hiked dangerously high up her legs. Even as a woman, Robert(a) was still a little taller than she was, the kind of tall girls would kill to be, but none the less, taller. Which meant carrying her was going to be somewhat of a challenge. Exhaling through her nose, the pale-haired girl crossed the room to where Roberta lay, bending over to hook her arms under the life hunter's limp ones, pulling her up with a quiet, almost non-existent grunt. Boobs smooshed against boobs, she wrestled with the unconscious girl for a second before managing to balance both her spouse and her own DDs, half dragging her towards the portal.
 

[revenant aria]

Bikinis. Saya could only thank the merciful god out there that there wasn't less. There really could have been less, Saya thought, as she fretted and fretted. Wait, the better question was .. Why did Allan have such a variety of swimsuits?

And .. What did Simon look like?

They saw Caelius. They say Allan.

Simon. *U*~

Looking through the rack, because picking out a modest one took priority, Saya had to settle on a bikini and a skirt. Maka's red one didn't look familiar to Saya personally but perhaps it might to Allan. Or not. All swimsuits, at some point, looked the same. Saya might have taken more than a few looks at her somewhat exposed chest, wondering how women managed with such sizes.

Sizes.

Maybe she should leave the group to change now. Before even bathrooms became hectic as well.  

[demon_pachabel]

"You use magic." Cass answered to Al's inquiry as she paused in the middle of stripping off her shirt - with no shame. She'd never had shame about suddenly stripping off her clothing, after all. It was something she and Allan had in common. Never the less, Cass had made her choice in swimming suit and seemed content to give Al a demo on how they went on.

"They go on differently, but normally you just have to arrange your chest in 'em and then tie 'em off in the back. The bottom half is easier 'cause they just slide right on...well, some tie on the sides, but..... depends on if you're trying to give people easy access or not." she explained as she pulled on her own top, having to take a moment to feel herself up and get her newfound BOUNTY of boobiness in order before she tied the top behind her neck.

"Just figure out which way is up and it's pretty quick to figure out, fortunately."

LP

 

[Syusaki]

Wilson looked over at Deryka and placed a hand on her shoulder. She knew that feel bro…sis.

On the other side of the portal was a…beach? She curiously stared at the beach for a few seconds. This was supposed to be a mission? Wilson continued to stare while eating another piece of chocolate. Then her gaze turned toward the wardrobe of swimsuits.

…What. Grimacing, she walked over to pick out the first one that seemed suitable and reluctantly changed.

When she walked out she was hugging herself. Ugh no no no no this was so weird ughhh.  

[Baneful]

The urge to be a proper woman was still highly irresistible as they arrived at the beach. He wasn't really thinking clearly as he wandered over to the rack and eyed what was on offer. His instincts were to go with exactly what he expected women should be wearing on the beach for the men.

He picked out the most barely there one he could find. And then put it on, without even so much as a twinge of self conciousness. Wasn't his body after all.

He apparently had a lot of freckles.