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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:56 am
pinchmonster Voice Message from H: "You've grown quite a bit, little bird. I think it's time we talked about promotions. Be at my office tomorrow morning, and we'll begin your evaluation. Do try to get a good night's rest, my dear."
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 9:06 am
She'd grown quite a bit.
Sasha couldn't tell if the doctor was trying to be funny or if he was being serious, but she did know that she was not in the ******** mood to deal with it. Yeah, she'd grown quite a bit - as in, her breasts were the size of watermelons - and they <******** hurt, and she couldn't stop crying. Or laughing, why was she laughing one moment and then crying the next, it was horrible. It was terrible.
She wanted to die.
But then she'd never get to see Jerry again. She loved Jerry. He was just... he was so sweet, and thoughtful. Sasha glanced down at the bracelet he'd given her, the diamond gleaming merrily. Just thinking about his warm brown eyes and shaggy brown hair and bountiful breasts...
Sasha burst into tears.
She had herself under control by the time she reached the doctor's office, a terrifying scowl on her face the only sign of the rage that seethed just beneath the surface. Sasha knocked twice, shoved the door open, took one look at a lithe and busty H, and burst the <********> into tears.
For the eighteenth time that ******** morning.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 12:30 pm
Even if Sasha were, theoretically, in her right state of mind and body, the Life trainee might have very possibly still burst into tears.
There was H alright, as lithe and busty as usual, and then there was some lady propped right on top of his desk, wearing a schoolgirl uniform that was, in very moderate words, burgeoning at the seams, leaning towards a busty H that-
- Maybe Sasha had interrupted some private lesbians time. It would seem that way from the pink lace panties that the girl was being flashed at the rear end of the spectacle-
- "Hang on for a sec, kawaii kitsune H-chan, I'm also done!"
There was only one person on the island who would probably use so much gibberish in one sentence (well, a few people, but most of them actually were trying to be you know, smart, not overly friendly). And as said person pulled away, still kneeling on top of the desk with their luscious red hair flowing in the AC-
- Maybe, just Maybe Sasha finally got a very good look at kawaii kitsune H-chan. To the Life division leader's credit, the beautiful sparkling platinum coloured fox-ear headband was only half on his- err, her head, drooping sadly sideways. There was also notably, an entire wardrobe of extremely questionable dresses to one side.
It was then that Allan(ette) spotted Sasha. There was no shame as s/he ran, almost slow motion, towards her, his (her) bountiful breasts bouncing without a care of the world in the air, short skirt short enough to the point where-
- "Hi Sasha-chan was it?" One firm hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, towards the display of questionable dresses. "Which one did you want?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:13 pm
Panties.
Nope.
Nope.
Sasha allowed herself to be tugged into the room. When posed with the question, Sasha gave pause and lifted a hand.
"Excuse me for just a second, Mr. Allan-Tanchou."
Giving the man-lady one gentle pat on the shoulder, and in a brief show of calm - one she hadn't exhibited all morning - Sasha walked to the doctors desk. She slid her fingers beneath the lip of the surface of the desk and gave a horrendous groan as she squatted in an attempt to flip the ******** desk.
She didn't move it far. It lifted a few inches from the ground before she dropped it with a heavy sigh of defeat. Turning back to face Allan-Tran(svestite)cho, Sasha sighed again.
"I'll take the <********> green one." She paused. "Sorry, sirs." Bitches. Her bracelet jingled.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:50 pm
A hand slipped over Sasha's shoulder a low, husky voice murmured in her ear, "This isn't at all what I had planned, my dear. However, the manner in which one deals with the unpleasant and unexpected is very much a distinguishing factor when it comes to advancement."
She glanced from the trainee to the other division leader, her expression torn between amusement and homicide.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:53 pm
Sasha stiffened when she felt that hand on her shoulder. She slooooowly eased away from the doctor. From the lady-doctor. She felt nauseous. Okay, Sasha. Okay, just.. right, keep it all inside.
"Sir, how does one deal with giant ah.. breasts? I'm not entirely sure I'll be able to button up in that uh." She cleared her throat. "That," <********>, "dress. I don't know if you've noticed, Mr. Allan-Toyota-chan, but... well."
She pointed at her massive rack. Usually it would go against her very nature to mention anything about her breasts - but this was all starting to feel like a really, really bad dream. It was just all so ridiculous that.. any semblance of normalcy had just flown out the window the instant she'd seen Allan's a** lovingly encased in a pair of pink panties. She fought the urge to burst into tears. No. Nope.
"Is this all a part of my promotion or something?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 4:57 pm
Allan, on the other hand, had picked up a beautiful green maid dress - size L to accommodate for bust size, of course. At this point, logically speaking, if the Sun division leader could fit into a maid costume complete with jingling cat ear bells, then of course Sasha, at least a foot shorter, could as well. Logically.
The Sun Leader's eyes did very much kira-kira when Sasha mentioned promotion, handing the trainee the dress before dramatically standing on the desk the trainee had attempting to flip, giving everyone yet another gratuitous, really unnecessary panty shot: if there was one saving grace of this status effect, it was that for once, he wasn't flashing everyone something a little more terrifying than just hairy legs. (S)he took the second to strike a couple of well-rehearsed poses as she spoke. "Now now, Sasha-chan, is is no time to panic! Kawaii kitsune H-chan and I are on a mission to bestow happiness in these dark times." Another pose change. "We must endeavor to overcome the darkness in our kokoro and," Pose change, "Rid this island of the shadows that plague our kokoro through nakama and festive cheer!"
Unknown the Sasha, the mission report had been to exterminate the last of the Insanity remaining on the Island, but really, close enough. In fact, Allan was actually supposed to visit H to pick up an updated information packet in regards to Insanity, though the outfit change was a bonus, and so was the fox ears and tail and-
- Allan pulled out a cravat and quickly tossed it in H-chan's general direction. "There is no time to lose, we must get to work immediately, that is, after you henshin, Sasha-chan."
Thankfully, even though they were technically the same gender, the Sun Division lead at least took the second to turn around to let Sasha change.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 5:19 pm
Squeezing the girl's shoulders in a gentle warning, the doctor replied, "You are to deal with them as a lady should, my dear. With grace and candor." Letting go, she took the cravat, made a soft noise of disdain, and set about fixing it to something less appallingly tied. Her back was also turned to allow Sasha a modicum of privacy.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 6:06 pm
Sasha couldn't stop herself from blushing at the sight of Allan's pink panties. She wasn't sure what the fu -- what the frick a kokoro was, or a nakama, but the doctor's voice held a warning that Sasha was familiar with. Instead of trying to flip the desk again, she merely sighed in resignation and took the dress from Allan.
Kawaii kitsune H-chan. Sasha's eye twitched.
She really wished that H-chan would stop touching her. There was something incredibly unnerving about the doctor having breasts and slender lady-hands. It was even more unnerving than waking up next to her own boyfriend who had sprouted boobs and a inferiority complex (one that she hadn't helped along by calling him a fatty).
It was just plain wrong.
Grace and candor. Grace and candor. She could.. probably do this. Inhale, exhale. Think about how happy the bracelet made her. It made her pretty happy, right? Right. Okay.
"Yes sir," Sasha sighed before quickly changing into the maid outfit. Whatever a hen-shin was, she hoped that the dress sufficed.
"Sirs, I need some help zipping up, and," Sasha choked, "the bow."
All of Sasha's heavy sighs. All of them. Thankfully she wasn't cramping, but she could feel the start of a vicious headache coming on.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 8:38 pm
There was a very clinical zip not even a few seconds later that probably made things much less awkward than they ever had to be as Allan(ette) gave Sasha a thumbs up. Sure, Sasha probably felt a bit of the dress tightening up in certain areas, but it was nothing a big girl like her could not handle.
"Now," The Sun Division leader continued, "About the Runic headbands,
they were pretty useful last time H-chan, but a few of your division nakama were complaining about some side effects and stuff and how you could fix them, and I was thinking that-"
BZZT BZZT. The sound of a thousand holy angels singing suddenly permeated the room.
"S'up?" Allan(ette) picked up her phone. "Actually yeah, I'm with H-chan right now." Another pause that was just that more ominous. "Okay then, I'll tell my kawaii nakama the details!"
One could now practically cut the tension of exasperation with a knife. If H-chan did not want to kill Allan(ette) right about now, then he probably would miss the opportunity to do so in the foreseeable future. "So, good news, Sasha-chan, H-chan." Her solemn expression broke into the widest grin. "We're going to the beach."
OOC It looks like the rest of the mission will take place HERE
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