“Remind me what we’re doing here again?” Kallen asked Lelouch as the two wandered aimlessly through the shopping district of the Tokyo settlement after school. Lelouch seemed as confident as ever, keeping up his impeccable exterior while Kallen looked uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed, although through the lens of her meek student persona. The two were still in their uniforms, Kallen having been roped into going with him after school had ended.
“Making our newfound friendship look natural.” Lelouch said quietly, glancing around at the various storefronts that he had little personal interest in beyond what little they could be used to further his ambitions. “We wouldn’t want anybody to think that the two of us spending time together looks unnatural, given our circumstances.”
“I suppose.” Kallen said reluctantly, still wary of him ever since he had revealed his identity as the charismatic masked mastermind Zero. But the two were both living double lives, with herself as an ace pilot, and it was in their best interests to work together, at least for the time being. Still, she found herself exasperated. Presenting the idea that the two had simply struck up a friendship was all good and well for not arousing suspicions in either of their public and secret lives,but there was only
“So you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?” She asked sardonically, a subtle threat in her voice.
“Preferably not.” Lelouch said swiftly. There were certain people who would make his life much more complicated if they thought he had a girlfriend, and would probably use the entire school to conspire against him to push the two together. “But at the very least it shouldn’t be odd for the two of us to go off together.”
“You do know that there’s no reason for a boy and a girl to be here together after school if we aren’t, right? It’s a little too late to claim we’ve been platonic childhood friends forever and it’s just that nobody noticed before.” Kallen complained. “We aren’t even shopping, we’ve just been walking in circles for ten minutes.”
“Well then, where would you like to go?” Lelouch said faux-sweetly, irritating Kallen even more.
“Not with you.” She scoffed.
“I insist.” He said, and with a broad, fake smile plastered on her face, she yanked him into the closest store. Lelouch stumbled in, protesting as he nearly slammed into a stack of boxes, coughing and collecting himself as he managed to catch himself. He found himself staring at a stack of boxes with familiar Knightmare Frames printed on them: Glasgow and Sutherland models, the workhorse machines of the Britannian empire, condensed down into a tiny plastic figure assembled from a small stack of runners. He looked around, finding that the store she had dragged him into was a dedicated hobbyist model kit store, with dense shelves stacked with primarily kits of military hardware, although it was clear that the biggest seller were the action figure-esque models of Knightmare Frames in every colour and variation one could imagine. There were displays with pre-assembled and painted ones in action poses, miniature battle scenes not unlike the battles he had fought recently. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of a tiny Lancelot fighting resistance Burais, wondering just how quickly the industry worked to capitalise on the latest technology from the warfront. It hadn’t been that long since the accursed machine had started spoiling his plans, and he was almost bitter enough over it to want to reach through the case and rearrange the scene into an embarrassing loss.
“Are you into building models, Miss Stadtfeld?” He asked cheerfully, the two putting on the appearance of a saccharine couple as he ignored his petty impulse.
“Not in the slightest.” She said quietly. She had just picked the first thing in sight, and this happened to be it. “How about you? We could get some for you to play with while you’re coming up with our operations.”
“Don’t even joke about that.” Lelouch sighed, Kallen nearly giggling at the idea of Zero proudly showing off his model kit and action figure collection and moving them around the resistance’s war table to represent tactics. “We’re here now, so at least pretend to look interested.”
The two split up, Kallen barely disguising her boredom, wishing she’d picked somewhere more interesting. However, something caught her eye, and she rushed over to it,
“What the hell?” He heard her exclaim.
“What is it?” He asked, marching over to her, his eyes widening as well at what she saw.
“What the hell is this doing here?” She asked again, holding up a box with her Guren drawn on it, striking a flashy pose. Based on the photos on the side of the box, it was an exact replica
“That’s a good question.” Lelouch said dangerously. “There shouldn’t be any footage of the Guren that’s clear enough to make out half of this, particularly not available to the public. Where’d you find this?”
Kallen pointed at the part of the shelf where she had spotted it, Lelouch spying another particular model and rushing over ot it.
“Hey, that’s my-” Lelouch cut himself off and lowered his voice even more, glancing around for any customers that might have walked in. The model in question was marked “Zero’s Burai”, and was the Burai with a custom headpiece. His custom headpiece.
“There’s no way anybody could have mass produced these this quickly based entirely on eyewitness reports.” Zero whispered. “My Burai I can understand, but this Guren is far too accurate.
“It’s practically working off of the blueprints.” Kallen nodded. “You think somebody’s been leaking information? Selling exclusive photos and designs to some toy company.”
“I can’t see it being profitable enough to justify the danger of getting caught. And would the empire approve of selling merchandise of terrorists of all things?” Lelouch tried to figure it out, coming up with few logical explanations. There didn’t seem to be a manufacturer label on it either. “Let’s ask the store employee where this came from.”
The two picked up their respective kits and headed to the register, where a single woman seemed to be running the place. Although the two of them assumed she was an employee she was actually the owner, and smiled brightly as the two unfamiliar teenagers approached her, turning her attention away from a mecha anime she had been watching behind the counter.
“How can I help you two?” She asked, her appearance alone making it clear that she was exactly the type to run a model kit store. She had thick-rimmed glasses and frizzy blonde hair, and although she was quite pretty, it was obvious that she didn’t put a lot of work into her appearance, wearing no makeup over her thick freckles. She had the store’s logo emblazoned and stretched across her bountiful chest, the two finding themselves momentarily distracted by just how busty she was, her breasts nearly resting on the counter before them.
“Hi, my boyfriend and I were thinking about getting into these totally cool robots you’ve got here.” Kallen said in her best vapid voice, wrapping one arm around Lelouch’s elbow, who had to stifle his protests. “And this one looked super cool, but isn’t this that one that’s been on TV? How’d you get a model of it so quickly?”
“We couldn’t see a manufacturer on this.” Lelouch explained, playing the role of straight man compared to his ditzy “girlfriend”. “I’ve actually been following the recent conflict, and I’m surprised that such an accurate model has been made already. Even I couldn’t get a clear look at it from the footage available.”
“Hmm, that’s a good question.” The owner said, humming as she took the boxes and flipped them over. “I order in bulk from the manufacturer, so I can’t know every single little thing about my stock, I’m afraid.”
“These were just mixed in with your shipment?” Lelouch was skeptical. “Then why doesn’t it have a label showing who made it?”
“It could be a garage kit.” The owner theorised, her boobs squished against the counter as she leaned over. “You know, something made independently. They sell ‘em in limited quantities.”
“Then why would it be mixed in with your bulk order?” Lelouch noticed some cracks in the story. “It had to come from somewhere.”
“Well, you know, this store does have some specialty orders…” The owner said mysteriously, Lelouch and Kallen able to tell when somebody was making excuses. “You know, we do try to cater to niches…”
“Then it wasn’t part of your last order?” Kallen pounced on her shifting story, a little too eager to press her for details and forgetting her act. “Who made this? If it’s an independent modeler, I’d like to know who.”
The two stared deep into the owner’s eyes, which unfortunately for them, turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes they would ever make. It was true that it was unnatural that the store should have these particular models, but this was no normal store owner. She smiled, and for a moment, her eye flashed with a distinct pattern that, had the two not been immediately dazed by its effects, the two would have instantly recognised: a Geass. From where neither knew, nor would they get the chance to know. Lelouch and Kallen’s eyes glazed over as they were frozen by her gaze, the two’s jaws going slack as its mysterious power flowed through them.
A moment later, Lelouch and Kallen blinked, a little confused as to where they were and what they were doing.
“Huh? What were we…” Kallen mumbled, the last few minutes of her life a blur, as was Lelouch’s. The last thing the two could remember was entering the store, and now here they were, staring at some busty nerdy girl who was putting two boxes into separate bags for them.
“Have fun, you two!” The owner said, the two feeling totally fuzzy and just assuming that they had bought and paid for whatever those models were.
“Uh, sure.” Lelouch rubbed his eyes, the owner giggling at the dazed and confused couple as they stumbled out of the store, giving each other quick excuses to wander off home. ALthough the only immediate effect of the Geass seemed to be making the two forget what they were doing and stop asking questions, that was utterly trivial compared to what would come to pass the next day…
–
Kallen yawned as she climbed out of bed, feeling a little bleary after last night’s… whatever it was. Things were a bit of a blur after school, and she couldn’t remember much besides coming home and going to bed. She opened her curtains, seeing her reflection in the window and seeing that she had a particularly bad case of bed hair today, as well as some rather dark circles under her eyes. One that seemed to persist even after a shower and her morning routine, requiring a lot of combing to tame, but finally she had her usual neat hairstyle ready for school. She couldn’t do anything about the bags under her eyes, supposing that she just got a worse night of sleep than she had thought. She grabbed her bag and was almost out of her room when she noticed a plastic bag with a logo of a robot on it, suddenly recalling her trip to that hobby store yesterday. She wasn’t really sure how or why she ended up there, but thinking back on it, the place had actually been pretty neat, with all of the cool robot model kits. Maybe she’d have to get herself some nippers and build the kit she bought from them sometime.
Her walk to school was uneventful, briefly passing Lelouch and finding herself pausing. She opened her mouth, feeling like something had happened between them yesterday, but she couldn’t really put her finger on what. They had… gone shopping together, hadn’t they? And bought some model kits for some reason. The details seemed to slip away from her, while some part of her brain gently told her that it couldn't’ be that important.
“Is there something you want to say?” Lelouch said warily, noticing her hesitation. He too felt like something was off, tugging on the neck of his slightly loose uniform. Kallen shook her head awkwardly.
“It’s just, uh…” Kallen felt strangely awkward, and struggled to find something to say. “You look like you could use a haircut.”
“It is getting a bit long.” Lelouch admitted, having noticed that it was starting to fall down the lower back of his neck.
“You might have trouble fitting it in that helmet of yours at this rate.” She teased, Lelouch not looking amused at the jab, particularly one that used his secret identity when there were people around who might hear it. Lelouch pouted, a strangely feminine expression, but Kallen felt that he had always been a bit of a pretty-boy anyway. The two parted ways, Lelouch finding himself readjusting his school uniform again. He wasn’t pleased with how baggy it looked, a little crumpled and not up to his neatly pressed standards. It almost felt like it was a size too big, which didn’t make sense. Perhaps it was a new one that he had ordered in the wrong size and put on by mistake? Or maybe he had mixed it up with another student’s and just hadn’t noticed until now? It was probably something like that…
A while later during class, Kallen found herself rubbing her eyes, but not because the fatigue that hung around her eyes was getting to her. She was finding it difficult to focus in class, quite literally, in that the longer she looked at the whiteboard, the harder it became to make all but the largest words on it, and even those were starting to get a little fuzzy. Kallen had always had good eyesight, and was starting to become concerned when the more she squinted, the worse it got. After a few minutes she couldn’t read anything at all, and the teachers was starting to turn into more of a teacher-shaped blur, anything more than a couple rows in front of her turning totally indistinct. Normally, Kallen would have started panicking or requested to go to the nurse’s office, a total loss of clear vision in such a short time surely meaning that she had some sort of serious problem with her and was probably on the verge of collapse, but instead, she simply sighed and reached into her pocket, taking out a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, distinctly unfashionable and with some of the thickest lenses she had ever seen. Her vision returned to normal as she slipped them on and hastily scribbling down some notes before the teacher moved on. She had just wanted to look fashionable for once, having decided on impulse to come to school without her glasses, but it was a miracle she hadn’t smacked her head on anything on the way there. She had hoped that it’d be just like in an anime, the girl with glasses taking them off and suddenly getting lots of praise and attention for her beauty, but if anybody had taken notice of her she was as blind as a bat and totally unable to tell. The whole thing had probably just made her look more like a total dork, and she hung her head, hoping that the opposite of her intentions had happened and she had just gone unnoticed…
Luckily for Kallen her next period was physical education, where she was confident that she could show off and make up for any embarrassment, not noticing that she was unusually insecure today. Choosing to not wear her glasses only to put them back on as soon as class started had her ears burning in embarrassment, and as she changed into her PE uniform, she puffed her chest out, all notions of keeping a low profile forgotten. Today they would be doing laps around the school’s oval, a perfect way to show off her physical prowess.
The students lined up and the teacher called start, Kallen taking off like a rocket and soaring past the other students, well ahead of the pack. Her arms and legs pumped efficiently, her breathing measured as her lithe body cut through the air like a blade. If she had kept going as she was, she would have finished ahead of the class by a wide margin, probably lapping the bulk of the runners by the second circuit. But unfortunately for Kallen, fate would have no such glory in store for her, and it wasn’t long before Kallen’s measured breathing began to falter, lacking a steady rhythm and quickly unnecessarily burning oxygen.
Her already large bust, kept under control by her sports bra, started to bounce a little more with each step, each stride causing its arc to go higher and higher, swelling visibly under her shirt with each bounce. Her legs, long and slender, went from confident strides to an awkward jog, losing all semblance of form besides the bare minimum required to propel her forward, and with that she lost most of her speed as well. Her thighs began to inflate, going from toned to noticeably soft until halfway around the track they were twice as thick as when she started, wobbling almost as much as her breasts were with each step, her hips filling out her inadequate and almost painfully tight shorts, a tiny bit of muffin top spilling out over them to show that her inflated curves were all fat. Her toned abs went plump and puffy, just a little bit of a belly to add some jiggle there too, but for better or worse, most of her fat seemed to go to her chest, her hips, and most importantly, her fat ass, a huge, wobbling butt that spilled out over the sides of her chair back in the classroom.
Kallen, oblivious to her transformation, was gasping for breath, her legs burning as she watched the rest of the class easily overtake her. Why had she been such an idiot and tried to show off by sprinting out of the gate! She knew that she was absolutely awful at running, and now she had burnt through all of her energy at the start and made it even worse! It was all she could do to keep going with her flimsy technique, red in the face and wheezing, her head staring straight down at the ground trying to will herself to keep going. She looked up to see the backs of the most athletic students, which lifted her heart a little. She was at least keeping up with them thanks to her head start, and maybe she had even gotten her second wind and sped up since she put her head down… or so she thought, until they reached the finish line and they stopped then and there, Kallen looking around to see that the actual bulk of the class were half a lap ahead of her, Kallen’s face turning even redder from humiliation as she realised that she had gone from front of the class to completely lapped, and now in dead last. The only thing she was regretting more than her foolish start was the fact that she had forgotten to bring a sports bra, leaving her F-cups heaving wildly and her bra threatening to snap. A few of the boys enjoyed watching her run as she just barely made it over the finish line before collapsing, wishing she would just die then and there. Even her hair had collapsed, all of the care, attention, and product she had put into it that morning seemingly destroyed the moment she got sweaty, leaving her with unkempt and frizzy hair that looked like she hadn’t combed it at all.
If there was one saving grace for Kallen, it was that the majority of the class couldn’t really care less about their dorky, unathletic classmate and her woes, and most hadn’t really noticed that she was there at all…
–
Meanwhile, Lelouch squirmed in his seat, his hips just a little wider than his seat as he fidgeted around. His school day had been going normally, but right now he had a serious problem: he couldn’t see past his classmate in front of him! The boy must have undergone some sort of unbelievable growth spurt since yesterday, because although Lelouch considered himself fairly tall, no amount of sitting up straight was going to let him see over him. He was left to instead embarrassingly draw attention to himself angling his head around, something that was most unbecoming of him.
Eventually, Lelouch sighed in resignation and slumped in his seat, deciding that it was more trouble than it was worth. A few classmates had noticed his plight and were quite sympathetic, wondering just why such a short guy, obviously well below average height, was behind somebody modestly tall. They also noticed that if they were to be perfectly honest, Lelouch looked like he was in the wrong grade, and had put on the uniform of an older brother instead. The shoulders of his uniform hung loosely on him, as if he wasn’t nearly broad enough to fill them out, and he had to pull up his sleeves slightly to stop them from hanging over his hands. He had even found himself nearly tripping over his pant legs, leading him to wonder if he hadn’t just mixed up his shirt, but the entire uniform with somebody else, somebody who was broad as an ox and toweringly tall. He idly played his the end of his hair, which spilled down to brush against his shoulders, pouting once again with his puffy, girly lips.
“Sounds like a real problem.” Rivalz laughed when Lelouch complained about it to him a few hours later as they made their way down the hallway. “The student council will have to look over it later, see if we can’t shuffle the classroom a bit.”
“I’d appreciate it. Honestly, I’m going to fail half my classes with that lummox’s big head in the way.” Lelouch said irritably, fed up with all of the inconveniences in his day, it being just one thing after another. The head in his way, the ill-fitting uniform, even his hair was starting to get in his eyes. Kallen was right, he did need a haircut, he didn’t know how he had let it dangle past his shoulders without even thinking to trim it.
“Hey, you can’t blame a guy just for being tall.” Rivalz grinned, looking down on Lelouch, a head shorter than him. Lelouch was good at a lot of things, but with such a puny, almost feminine body he’d neve make the football team, that was for sure. “You should probably complain that you’re too short instead.”
“I’m not short.” Lelouch said defensively, looking up at Rivalz who didn’t know how to break it to him. His heart skipped a beat as Lelouch made eye contact with him, and there was that pout again, Lelouch not knowing just what effect it’d make on any red-blooded male who saw it. Soft, puffy lips, long eyelashes and thin eyebrows, not to mention delicate features
“What is it?” Lelouch asked, her voice’s pitch rising and Rivalz nearly stumbling backwards and blushing furiously.
“N-nothing!” He waved his hands desperately. “I swear, sometimes I forget you’re a man, dude. Must be real easy for you with the girls.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lelouch asked, his voice having gone up several octaves, but Rivalz refused to answer, and kept averting his gaze for some reason. Rivalz first tried simply avoiding eye contact, but soon had to force himself to look away entirely, lest his eyes linger too long on Lelouch’s suspiciously girly hips.
–
“Finally, I can get this thing off of me.” Lelouch nearly groaned in relief at the end of the day in his new high-pitched voice as he closed his bedroom door behind him, unbuttoning his uniform as quickly as he could. His entire outfit had been a total pain from start to finish, with every fitting problem possible. Too long in the arms and legs, too loose at the shoulders, and somehow uncomfortably tight at the waist, not to mention the entire walk home it had been chafing at the chest. When he pulled it off, what could only be described as small but definite breasts popped out, an A-cup bordering on B-cup, with large, puffy nipples that had been the source of his misery without a bra. And yet Lelouch was totally oblivious to this, not noticing the slope of his pronounced chest in his pajamas as he changed, instead only thinking about how annoying the uniform had been.
It was only his tidy, diligent nature that made him hang it up in his wardrobe instead of dumping it on the floor in distaste. In nothing but his underwear, his hair hanging down long enough to cover his nipples, and with narrow shoulders, a thin waist, and broad hips, it was hard to believe that Lelouch was a boy even before the obvious question of his newfound breasts. He lacked any body hair from head to toe and had smooth thighs, and it was only his rather small package that assured his manliness. And even then, it wouldn’t be hard to hide it.
Looking at himself in his mirror as he changed into his pajamas after a shower, Lelouch couldn’t help but feel that he was forgetting or overlooking something. Like there was something very important that was slipping his mind, but he just couldn’t put his finger on what no matter how hard he thought about it. He kept thinking about it as he returned to his bedroom, almost lost in thought as he wracked his brains for what it could be. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a certain plastic bag, and remembered the contents in it, his eyes lighting up as he let out a girly gasp. Of course! That was it! He couldn’t believe he had spent this long and hadn’t noticed! He he had forgotten to set a recording for his favourite late night mecha anime! He breathed a heavy sigh of relief, glad that the model kit had been there to connect the dots from “toy robot” to “toy robot-selling anime”. Now he could sleep easy…
–
Lelouch was reluctant to climb out of bed the next morning when his alarm went off, heavy bags under his eyes from not enough sleep. He had gotten too excited for the new episode and had ended up staying up late, which was totally worth it, but left him sleep deprived as usual. As usual? He didn’t usually… No, he definitely had a poor sleep schedule thanks to preferring to watch anime live, the sleepiness had just made him forget for a second. He’d make a resolution to sleep properly for once that night, and then ignore it by the time he got there, as usual.
Lelouch finally emerged from under his covers, nearly popping the buttons off his pajama shirt as he sat on the edge of the bed and stretched, his arms behind his head while his enormous chest approaching the size of his head sagged under its own immense weight. A slightly flabby belly hung below it, just enough to give a bit to pinch, but thankfully his weight problem hadn’t gotten far enough out of hand to give him a full-on gut. His lack of a pot belly allowed Lelouch to ignore his huge hips and giant ass, shaking his hips as he wriggled into plus-sized panties without even a hint of a bulge and slipped on a G-cup bra, taking a literal weight off his shoulders and his poor back. Being busty wasn’t as glamourous as it sounded, particularly when it was due to poor eating habits instead of good genes. But he was far too lazy and unathletic to diet, and had no motivation to start changing his habits any time soon.
He didn’t pay much attention to his bed-hair, figuring it’d sort itself out by the time he got to school, and instead opened his wardrobe to reveal to his surprise a girls uniform, a short black skirt and a cream blazer and white blouse below it, and a tie to top it off. Lelouch was dumbfounded. What on earth was a girl’s uniform doing here? He was a guy, wasn’t he? Was this somebody’s idea of a joke? She pouted her full, feminine lips, mulling it over. It was a girl’s uniform, but it did seem like it was in his size… he should at least try it on, right? For some reason, wearing a skirt didn’t seem that strange for him to do. In fact, as he tried on the wide skirt, it was pretty comfortable, as was the blouse, and even the blazer. It was obviously bigger than the average girl’s uniform, but he had only himself to blame for that.
Lelouch found herself smiling shyly at her reflection, not even bothered by the borderline miniskirt’s length compared to her chunky thighs. It fit perfectly, like it was his uniform all along. But she couldn’t wear it, because… because… huh? Was there something wrong with this uniform? She had completely forgotten what she was concerned about. Something about it not being right to wear this? Of course it was right to wear this, why wouldn’t a girl wear a girl’s uniform? She glanced at the clock, her eyes widening as she realised that she was going to be late if she spent any longer sitting here trying to remember what she had gotten herself so worked up over in the first place!
Having totally forgotten the cause of her confusion, Luluko rushed out the door, ready for another day at school…
–
“Mmm… five more minutes…” Kallen mumbled, sprawled out on her bed, with half of her covers over her legs and the other half in a heap on the floor as she returned from dreamland, her room in general in a state of disarray. Her uniform was thrown over her chair next to her computer, and an empty instant ramen cup left over from her lazy dinner was on her sofa along with some snack wrappers. Usually neat and tidy, Kallen’s room appeared to belong to a total slob, and her undignified sleeping position wasn’t helping. She remained as she was for another minute before her eyes snapped open and she shot upright, realising that she hadn’t been woken by an alarm, which, after staying up late last night watching TV, was the only thing that would get her up on time for school. Which meant…
“I’m gonna be late!” she wailed, rushing to the bathroom to splash some water on her freckled face and hastily do up her hair in her favourite pigtails. She didn’t have time for a shower, so the one she had last night would have to do, and even if she did, the wide variety of products she had in her shower last night had been reduced down to some basic soap and shampoo, plus some face cream for her once problematic and now thankfully nearly gone acne. She brushed her teeth with one hand while hopping on one leg to put her panties and skirt on in the other, feeling the brush glide over an additional extra something on her teeth this time, but was far too much in a hurry to pay any mind. Smoothing down her blazer and pretending that’d be good enough, Kallen kicked on her shoes and ran out the door, feeling like it’d really put a cherry on top if she had some toast in her mouth, even though that cliché was super outdated.
Her mad dash for school was quickly defeated by her own lack of stamina, forced to gasp for breath and walk the rest of the way whether she was late or not, Kallen overjoyed to find that her route to school overlapped with Luluko, proving that she wasn’t as late as she had thought.
“Late night?” Kallen asked Luluko, the latter letting out a deep yawn. The two looked mutually tired, and were starting to look like they had a lot in common. They were both curvy, chubby, and rather unkempt, and the two of them both had pale skin that looked like they hadn’t seen daylight in months.
“Yeah, I was up late watching…” Luluko trailed off as she stared at Kallen’s heavily freckled face, pale skin, and messy, pigtailed hair. Kallen smiled awkwardly, exposing her braced teeth, complete with a rather prominent set of buck teeth that her braces were hard at work trying to correct.
“W-w-what is it?” Kallen stuttered, Luluko once again having that strange, ever-present feeling that there was something quite different about Kallen, even though she was the same nerdy-looking girl she had always known. And to Kallen, Luluko was the same friend she’d always had, no different today than she had been yesterday.
“Uh, nothing.” Luluko broke away, unable to find something to say. The two were awkward at the best of times, and with Kallen not being sure what to say, an uneasy silence fell across the two. Eventually, Kallen tried to come up with a conversation starter.
“Um, did you get contacts?” She asked, adjusting her own thick glasses. “You uh, you look really nice.”
“T-thanks.” Luluko blushed. She fished around in her bag, producing a case and pulling out a very similar pair to Kallen’s, sliding them on over her suddenly freckled nose. “But actually, I just forgot to put my glasses on. I was really tired, and I do that sometimes when I’m not at my PC…”
“Oh right, you’re farthighted.” Kallen giggled awkwardly, lisping a little. “I can’t thsee a thing without my glasses, so I don’t think I could even make it to thcool if I didn’t wear them.”
The two snickered awkwardly, but felt loosened up, Luluko smiling and revealing her own metallic braces and buck teeth, remarkably similar to Kallen’s, only she was more sensitive about them. They were almost at Ashford Academy when Luluko’s eyes lit up, remembering what she had meant to ask Kallen.
“Hey, Kallen… You didn’t notice anything… different, yesterday, did you?” Luluko suddenly asked in an almost conspiratorial tone. “Almost like things were just a little bit off, not the way they usually are.”
“I think I know what you’re talking about.” Kallen nodded. “I noticed it too, and I had been meaning to talk to you about it. I know you’re more experienced with things like this than I am.”
Luluko nodded, and Kallen held her breath through Luluko’s dramatic pause.
“Last night’s episode had a guest director, didn’t it?” Luluko said, Kallen nodding enthusiastically, her pigtails shaking and her big boobs bouncing.
“It totally did, the animation was like, way different!” Kallen bubbled happily. “You could tell by the shading as soon as the episode started!”
“And the camera angleth were way more dramatic. You could tell it was his thtyle inthtantly.” Luluko lisped, forgetting her usual attempts to speak without one in her excitement. “It wath like, oh my god, it wath totally worth thtaying up late to watch it.”
“Totally.” Kallen agreed, but before they could chat more about their top anime that season, Luluko let out an extremely girly squeal. Her breasts had been suddenly seized from behind, squeezed and groped until she was mewling, protesting but obviously clearly enjoying it.
“Not again, Milly!” Luluko moaned, already guessing who it was.
“Sorry, I can’t start my day without a taste of my favourite busty lesbians.”
“Don’t call me that!” Luluko whined, Milly finally letting go and dancing around to the front of her, a faux-confused look on her face with a finger placed on her lip.
“Which one, busty or lesbian? Because both are true.” Milly asked, Luluko blushing harder.
“Both!” She protested.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have kept ogling my boobs in the change rooms then. Or suggesting that we do a maid cafe for the school festival, or that we should make bikinis the new school swimsuit…”
“T-those were just jokes!” Luluko started sweating under Milly’s smug gaze.
“Y-you shouldn’t do that while people are watching, Milly.” Kallen said, defensively covering her chest, making it only more tempting to the lewd student council president.
“And why not?” Milly’s eyes dared her to come up with a good reason why she shouldn’t molest them. “There’s no school code against skinship between friends.”
“You’ll, uh, you’ll mess up our uniforms.” Kallen gestured down at her already creased uniform.
“Hmm, you make a good point.” Milly nodded thoughtfully, pacing around Kallen who still had her arms squashed against her breasts, then without warning her hand whipped out and gave Kallen a good squeeze on her fat ass, her hand sinking into the tender flesh through her panties, her hand not nearly big enough to cover all of its surface.
“Millyyyyyyy!” Kallen whined, but couldn’t disguise the happiness in her voice that begged her to do more.
“Now you don’t have to worry about your uniform.” Milly’s smugness was so thick it could be cut with a knife.
“At least wait until we’re in the student council room like usual.” Luluko mumbled, but Milly overhead her.
I’m just helping wake you up after you two stayed up all night, again.” Milly said, sounding slightly more serious but no less teasing. “And you probably didn’t do your homework either.”
“You don’t know that.” Kallen said, their expressions spelling out their guilt.
“You two are going to have to apologise to me with your bodies if you don’t fix your grades soon.” Milly shook her head, wondering what she was going to do with these two nerds. The two of them were absolutely hopeless at anything that wasn’t their hobbies, and day after day they claimed that the reason why they hadn’t studied for a test or hadn’t finished their assignments was because they just got so caught up in what they were doing and forgot all about it. Weren’t nerds supposed to be smart? The ones she had ended up with were total airheads. “It reflects poorly on the student council, you know.”
“We will, we promise!” Luluko insisted, Kallen desperately nodding her head. “As soon as we get home we’ll start studying right away this time, we promise!”
–
After school that day, although Kallen and Luluko had sworn from the bottom of their hearts that they wouldn’t read so much as a single page of manga until doing their homework and doing at least an hour of studying for their upcoming tests, the two had known deep down that they had greater duties that came first. Inevitably, Kallen made a quiet detour on her way home, and it wasn’t long before she was in the heat of battle, the place she truly belonged.
“Thorry MIlly, lookth like homework’th gotta wait.” Kallen lisped, glancing up at her radar which read two remaining targets. The scattered remains of enemy Sutherlands lay all around her, victims of their own overconfidence in thinking that they could really take on an ace pilot like her, even though they should have known her reputation. In the cockpit of her Knightmare Frame, Kallen smoothly worked the controls as if she had been born with a joystick in her hand, deftly weaving in and out of gunfire as she rushed them dow, relying on her superior speed to avoid their attacks. Launching herself high into the air with her Knightmare’s wires, she came down on her enemy’s head, slamming her leg down and disabling the unit, watching the other eject his cockpit out of fear before she had the chance to finish him off.
“Thmart move.” Kallen smirked. She might have been a socially awkward loser at school, but here on the battlefield, she was a queen unmatched by anybody. With the battle over her cockpit opened, but rather than fresh air and the smell of gunpowder greeting her, it was instead the sweaty, smoky air of her local arcade, two salty salarymen stomping off in frustration.
“Come on, who’th next?” Kallen called out triumphantly, the queen of her local arcade and the ace pilot of the officially licensed Knightmare Frame simulator. She had even won national tournaments, and there were few in the competitive scene who didn’t know her name. Kallen was a notorious arcade fiend at most of the games in general, but her true love was for the various games that sought to recreate the experience of riding one of those powerful machines, the cream of the crop coming with a fully modelled military-grade cockpit. It was Kallen’s dream to one day ride one for real, but the thought of actually putting her life on the line had her weak in the knees at the very thought of it, and so she was content to settle for the closest replication she could find. Her only complaint was that the cockpit was a little too tight for her hips.
She had a little downtime as she waited for another challenger, there being few willing to take her on and burn away their money in seconds, and took the time to check her phone and text Luluko.
I’m at the arcade right now, want to come? She posted, quickly getting a response from her dark-haired friend.
Apologies, my duties as Zero call me elsewhere. Read Luluko’s reply. Oh right, Kallen recalled, she had that big operation she had been planning. Well, maybe she’d go try out one of the rhythm games and consider that exercise for today…
–
Zero stood before her assembled forces, standing on the precipice of danger. With overwhelming odds against them, she knew that it was only her intellect and superior strategies that could win the day. Armed to the best of their abilities, the conditions had been set
“Come, comrades! Our time is nigh! Place your lives in my hands and seize victory!” Zero called, standing before the assembled forces. She let out a booming, dramatic laugh, her army charging ahead, performing their roles just as planned.
“Yes, yes! Dance for me, my pawns! Throw away your lives! Give yourselves to me!” Zero cackled, until a voice rudely interrupted.
“Hey, Zero? You left your mic on, dude. The whole group chat can hear you.”
“Yeah, it’s kinda hard to focus on my rotations if you’re roleplaying.” another pitched in over the chat.
“Fiiiiine. You guys are no fun.” Luluko pouted, leaning back in her chair in her comfy pajamas and taking a sip from her energy drink in her dimly lit room, one hand on her gaming keyboard and the other putting her drink down and returning to her tacky RGB mouse. The only light sources came from her three monitors and the veritable rainbow that was her gaming PC and accessories, her racecar-like chair only doing so much good when she slouched and went back to micromanaging her guild, the Order of Black Knights, known as one of the top raid guilds in her favourite MMO. Today they were focusing on one of the superbosses introduced in the latest patch, racing with the other guilds to be the first to clear it. Zero was the character she used in every game she could, building up a consistent persona as a top player, obsessively clearing every piece of content she could and grinding out every ranking system in the game. She had formed her own guild who were generally willing to put up with their leader’s bombast in exchange for her organisational skills, Luluko rarely breaking character while she was playing. She loved to imagine herself as a brilliant mastermind who had duped her followers into server a greater nefarious purpose and had written several pages of backstory for her character, but on request of her guildmates usually kept her mid-battle theatrics to herself.
Her promises to Milly totally forgotten, Luluko intended to grind this raid out for the rest of the night, then maybe relax by drawing some fanart of her favourite ships, a far cry from her days as the real Zero plotting rebellion against the Britannian government. But it wasn’t like there were those wondering where Zero had gone, the enigmatic resistance mastermind vanishing as quickly as they came. In this reality, where Lelouch was Luluko, Zero had never existed in the first place…
–
“Ow, ow, my legs…” Kallen complained, her thighs aching as she pulled off her socks and stripped out of her uniform, changing into a comfy pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that she had bought when she was skinny enough that her belly didn’t poke out of the bottom. Refusing to give up until she cleared that five-star difficulty song was a bad idea, but her stubbornness had gotten the better of her, and she had stumbled out of the arcade on wobbly legs, having exercised more on that dance pad than she had done outside of PE in the last three months. She looked around her room, taking in the splendour of her various hobbies that consumed most of her available space, and discarded clothes and other mess took up the rest. She had bookshelves full of manga, expensive statues and figures of her favourite characters flanking them, a TV and cabinet stuffed with consoles and games, her desk had the tacky gaming PC that Luluko had helped her put together, and most importantly, she had her enormous collection of plastic models carefully stored behind glass to keep the dust off of them.
While Kallen and Luluko had enough in common to be sisters, their greatest mutual passion was model building and painting, primarily that of Knightmare Frames and fictional mecha. She had practically every model and variant Britannia had ever fielded, and with how Knightmare technology was progressing lately, a good portion of her income went into keeping up with keeping herself up to date, not to mention the duplicates she bought to paint and kitbash as she desired. That decided it, Kallen thought as she fished her latest acquisition out of its bag, she’d put it together tonight and paint it another day. Promises of studying and improving her dismal grades had been forgotten hours ago, Kallen humming happily to herself as she cleared her desk and got her tools ready.
Halfway through the kit’s assembly though, Kallen kept getting a heavy sense of deja vu just looking at it and its box art. She had piloted this thing before, hadn’t she? For some reason she felt sure of it, and yet she was also certain that it wasn’t on the arcade game’s roster, nor any of the video games she owned. It wasn’t from an anime either, so why did she recognise it? Her brow furrowed as she sanded down nubs and snapped it together, able to recognise each part and intended function of the machine until finally it was bothering her so much it was distracting her. She checked the box, but there was no manufacturer or even a modeller credited, nor anybody for the box art or anything. It was a total mystery, and she took to her PC to find answers, but no matter how many variants of “guren knightmare frame” she typed, she couldn’t find anything.
Normally, she would have left it there, and just assumed it was some fan-design, or based on some artist’s work, or even just decided that it was too hard to figure and not worried about it, but she was sure that she had history with this Guren, and she was just forgetting exactly what. She felt like Luluko had something to do with this, or might know more, and went to call her on her phone…
–
Luluko, at the same time, was currently in her bathroom, a gravely serious expression on her face and her arms swept out in a dramatic pose. Her raid had gone well, and she hadn’t quite gotten the Zero out of her system, so as soon as she had logged out, she had gone to practice her lines at her reflection, something that she did with embarrassing frequency.
“To defeat evil, I shall become an even greater evil!” Luluko proclaimed into her mirror, holding her bold expression with one hand held up over an eye before giggling happily at how cool her persona was. Maybe one day she’d make her own cosplay! She might need to lose a little weight first, though. Zero was meant to disguised as a man, and there was no way she was pulling off androgynous with these udders, no matter how much she taped them down.
Luluko considered using a towel as a makeshift cape, but then got an even better idea, a toothy, braced grin on her face that was very un-mastermind-like. She did her pose again and activated her Geass in her left eye, the symbol flashing and making her look super cool, in her opinion. She might not have been Zero, but her Geass and her relationship with the mysterious C.C. was right out of her backstory for him. WIth this power she could go beyond being an ordinary high school student, and truly reshape the world to her will with the power to compel anybody she used it on to…
Luluko’s train of thought lost momentum as she stared intently at her glowing eye. She was just an ordinary high school, an average nerd with nothing special or exciting about her. No master plan, no real ambitions in life, poor grades, a socially awkward personality, and she didn’t have the guts to do more than just blend into the background… so why on earth did she have this Geass? She recalled getting it under exciting circumstances, but none of it seemed to line up with her memories of going to school, hanging out with Kallen, staying up late, then repeating, day after day. In fact, hadn’t she only made friends with Kallen recently? Well, not friends, more like an uneasy alliance after she had blown her use of her Geass on her and… wait, wasn’t Kallen an old friend? They had known each other since forever, and…
Luluko started to feel like she was getting a headache, clutching her eye without any intent of striking a manga-like pose. Things didn’t line up, and everything to do with this Geass that she could remember clashed with her life as an ordinary student. It was like a whole different her had gotten and used this Geass, and a few of those memories had stuck with her in her current life. A little bit of Lelouch’s old intelligence emerged, whispering the answer to this incongruity to her: perhaps it was a different her who had gotten this Geass, and met C.C.. The inconsistencies all made sense if there was another Geass that had been used on her, and…
Luluko’s phone rang, and she realised that she had been sweating quite intensely. She disabled her Geass and answered the call, finding out to her surprise that it seemed that Kallen felt that things weren’t quite right either. It wouldn’t be long before they put two and two together, and resolved to set out to find the mysterious Geass owner who had transformed them…
–
Two weeks later, filled with determination to find the Geass-user who had altered their lives beyond recognition, Kallen and Luluko were hard at work investigating the shopping mall to find the employee who had transformed them, with only their vague, blurry memories to go on. At least, they would be, if they hadn’t once again gotten distracted by a detour to the local anime, manga, and paraphernalia store and were currently salivating over anime figures, Luluko peeping under skirts to appreciate the fine craftsmanship of the paintwork on their panties.
“Kallen, look, look!” Luluko excitedly called Kallen over to her latest discovery, a one-sixth scale statue of her favourite anime catgirl maid bunnysuited princess and her lovingly sculpted H-cups that looked so soft she could practically reach out and grope them.
“No way!” Kallen gasped. “Thealed in box and everything! They only did one production run, I’ve gotta have it!”
The two gawked through the anime store’s thick display-case glass at the rare merchandise that they couldn’t possibly afford and were forced to admit defeat on, burning another half an hour rummaging around and buying some more manga before heading to their favourite model kit store, wasting even more time and money to make even less progress than usual, despite having gotten there early on a weekend to have a headstart. Now it was midday and the two were on the verge of calling it quits for the day yet again, victims of their own airheadedness as usual. Armed with only the knowledge that they were looking for a female employee at a model store, they had been dismayed to find that there were several stores that fit that description, and perhaps owing to the rotation of part-time employees at several of them, they’d had such little success finding the original that they were soon wondering if what they remembered was even accurate in the first place. Their memories were getting foggier by the day, and two weeks in they couldn’t even remember the colour of the hair on the girl who had transformed them. Combined with their tendency to get easily distracted and forget what they were here for, and it was a recipe for disaster.
The two were about to go home and play video games, their legs already getting tired out by the mild exertion of wandering the shopping district, when Luluko, halfway through a debate with Kallen over whether the current arc of a particular manga would confirm or deconfirm her ship, was lightly tapped on the shoulder.
“Good day, Luluko! Fancy meeting you here!” Said the pink-haired and casually dressed yet unmistakably regal girl. Luluko turned, then nearly jumped at who she saw, a radiant and perfect figure that shouldn’t be within twenty metres of a geek like her.
“Euphie? What’re you doing here?” Luluko was surprised, quickly and unsuccessfully hiding her purchases behind her back.
“Why wouldn’t I be here? I love spending time visiting the settlement.” Euphie smiled, Luluko feeling like she would taint her pureness just being near her.
“Euphie? As in the princess?” The star-struck Kallen whispered in her ear, similarly ashamed to be a filthy nerd in the presence of such splendour. Although Kallen was technically a member of high society, her reclusive and inelegant nature left her feeling like a commoner when put next to Princess Euphemia Ii Britannia herself. “Do you know her?”
“Uh… Kinda?” Luluko twirled her messy ponytail with a finger, her blurry memories of Euphie painting a picture of an eternally kind and polite girl who had once been his half-sister. In the current reality however Luluko had no blood relation to the Britannian royal family, and thus no relation to Euphemia. However, it wasn’t as if this was the very first time she had met her. “She’s Suzaku’s friend, we’ve spoken before, just a little…”
“Seriously? You didn’t tell me that you hang out with princesses!” Kallen hissed back.
“I don’t!”
Euphie let out a little giggle at the sight of the two whispering back and forth at each other right in front of her, practically within earshot. She slowly stepped in, the two barely noticing her through their blurry peripheral vision outside of their glasses.
“What’s that you’ve got there?” Euphie asked innocently, the two nearly jumping away from her.
“Uh, nothing!” The two lied unsuccessfully, embarrassment painted all over their faces. The two weren’t normally ashamed of their nerdiness, but it certainly didn’t feel appropriate to display their otaku nature in front of her. Luluko was glad that she had worn a bland hoodie that day, while Kallen glanced down at her chest to realise to her horror that she was wearing a slightly lewd t-shirt with a scantily clad favourite character of hers, flushing red and hastily trying to cover it with her bags as if that would help, only for the figure of said character she had just bought to be the thing covering it up. She was dismayed by Euphie’s hand rising to her mouth to cover a chuckle, flipping her bag around to hide the figure, only for her erotic manga to be on the other side.
“We were just, um, doing a little shopping!” Kallen tried, unaware of the fact that the manga was there and making things even worse. “It’s nothing interesting, nothing that a princess like you would want to see!”
“Oh no, I’m sure I’d be quite interested.” Euphie smiled, reaching into the bag and plucking out the manga. If Luluko didn’t know that the princess was an innocent ray of sunshine she’d almost have accused her of doing it just to watch Kallen squirm. She peered over the cover and flipped through the manga’s pages, Kallen unable to do more than leak out squeaks of protest and embarrassment.
“Hmm… So this is what you’re into? How interesting.” She said with a scholarly tone, Luluko glaring at Kallen for allowing somebody so pure access to a manga where the plot was merely a flimsy excuse for the protagonist to get fucked in a variety of colourful ways.
“Luluko recommended it! She wanted me to read it!” Kallen squealed in a last ditch attempt to save her skin, Luluko looking utterly betrayed by her, even if it was true.
“You know, we were actually just about done with our shopping!” Luluko, hoping to make a hasty escape, stammered out. “And I’m starving, so we should really get going…”
“Is that so? What fortunate timing!” Euphie snapped the manga shut and carefully slipped it back into Kallen’s bag, seemingly unbothered by the two’s embarrassing display. “I too was feeling a bit famished. Would you like to have lunch together?”
“T-t-together? With a princess?” Kallen seemed starstruck despite her embarrassment. “We’d love to!”
“Then it’s decided!” Euphie said happily before Luluko could offer any input, taking the two’s hands and marching them off…
–
“Is the food to your liking, Luluko?” Euphie asked, the three of them dining in her garden back at her house.
“Really good!” Kallen nodded eagerly, it being the first thing she had eaten out of school in quite a while that constituted a real meal.
“It’s amazing! I don’t know how you eat like this every day and not get fat.” Luluko said enthusiastically, having eagerly dug in along with Kallen. “Although when you said we were doing lunch I thought you meant, you know, the food court.”
“Oh no, I much prefer to dine here whenever I have guests.” Euphie said, and a thought occurred to Luluko for why they had ended up back here.
“Um, sorry.” She said, Euphie frowning a little.
“For what?”
“For being a gross, disgusting nerd.” She finally let out her shame at her utterly inadequate appearance “You probably didn’t want to be seen in public with us, it’d be bad for your image..”
“Oh no, I had hoped to spend a little more time with you personally. You might not believe it, but I find you quite charming.” Euphie smiled, leaning over the table a little. “I’ve heard a lot about you from Suzaku, and I was quite interested in making your acquaintance.”
“R-really?” Luluko blushed.
“Yes, it’s good to have friends with a variety of interests. I think that it’d be quite fun to have you and your point of view around. That manga you bought, it was a rather fascinating piece of art.” Euphie said, Luluko wondering what she meant. Was it possible that the princess was so pure that she had truly seen it as just exotic art? Yes, that would make sense as to why she hadn’t recoiled at the sight of it. “And I must insist that you not describe yourself so horribly! You’re quite attractive, you know.”
“You’re exaggerating…”
“Oh no, I’m quite serious.” Euphie said firmly. “Particularly with that figure of yours. You wouldn’t have any trouble getting boys the way you two are. Although I hear that you two aren’t very interested in men…”
“B-but we’re fat.” Kallen said, looking ashamed of herself, her self-esteem being rock bottom when it came to her unathletic body . “I probably shouldn’t even be eating this much.”
“You’re most certainly nothing of the sort.” Euphie said authoritatively. “Anybody who isn’t interested in the two of you is a fool of the highest degree!”
“Um, thanks?” Luluko was taken aback at how forceful Euphie was being. “Although Kallen is right, I should really think about going on a diet. I don’t know what I’m going to do if these things get even bigger.”
Luluko began to obliviously heft her breasts, their immensity obvious through her frumpy hoodie, the comparatively petite Euphie looking transfixed by how her hands couldn’t wrap around more than half of them.
“I don’t think anybody will mind if that happens.” Euphie said, looking a little red in the face. “By the way, Luluko, could I speak to you privately for a moment?”
“Uh, sure? What for?” Luluko stopped groping herself for a moment, Euphie marching around the table and offering a hand to help her up.
“We’ll discuss it once we’re alone. It’s nothing major, really.” Euphie existed, Luluko shrugging
“Don’t be too long, okay?” Kallen said, looking forward to having the rest of the table’s food to herself. “I think I’ll get lost trying to figure out how to get out of here, and I’ve gotta be at the arcade in a couple of hours.”
The curvy, slightly pudgy girl took Euphie’s hand and was led out of the garden into the depths of her castle-like home, Euphie strangely silent save for the clack of her heels on the tiled floor.
“So, what is it?” Luluko asked, but Euphie remained quiet. They turned a corner and then entered a door that led into what seemed to be Euphie’s bedroom. It was as girly as Luluko expected, Euphie gesturing for her to enter first. Luluko took a moment to look around the room, and was just about to ask what was so important that they go all the way to her bedroom when she was abruptly shoved from behind, tumbling onto the bed with a girly yelp.
“Hey!” She cried, turning herself upright. “What was that for-”
Luluko was swiftly silenced in a way she couldn’t possibly have expected. She had barely even flipped herself over when a pair of soft lips were pressed against her own, Luluko’s brain taking a moment to catch up with the fact that Euphie had just thrown herself onto her and locked lips with her, passionately kissing her and forcing her back onto the bed. Luluko squirmed and tried to protest but Euphie refused to lose contact, her tongue invading her mouth as she embraced her, Luluko only offering the slightest of resistance.
“W-w-w-what was that!?” Luluko exclaimed when Euphie finally came up for breath, red in the face and smiling from cheek to cheek, but instead of an answer, she was kissed by Euphie yet again, this time Euphie pressing down on her, her chest against Luluko’s while she kissed her lips, her cheeks, and even her neck, her hands snaking under her hoodie and slipping it off before Luluko knew what was happening.
“I don’t think you understand just how beautiful you are, Miss Luluko.” Euphie said in an odd tone, a lifetime of fantasies flashing before Luluko’s eyes as she realised just what this princess was doing to her. “Consider this punishment for that awful way you described yourself.”
“B-but…” Luluko was silenced once again with more kisses, this time accompanied by outright groping. She squirmed a little, her sensitive chest fondled by a princess who she would have insisted minutes earlier probably didn’t even know what sex was, and yet the pink-haired princess took a break from squeezing her chest to snake a hand down her belly and dangerously close to her crotch.
“You see, I was quite taken by you the first time I saw you. I had been quite interested from how Suzaku had described your personality, but the real thing was beyond my expectations! The way you introduced yourself so awkwardly, the way you don’t take care of yourself or even use any makeup…That obscene body of yours… The way you don’t even realise it! How sexy you are! It’s all so… Mmm!”
Luluko mewled like a kitten while Euphie groaned in pure arousement, a lewd expression on her rosy face.
“I know you like this.” Euphie grinned as she began to finger her, but just as Luluko, submissively lying back and taking it, was just really getting into it, the pleasure from her pussy and her breasts stopped. Euphie had abruptly halted,
“Why’d you stop?” Luluko asked impulsively, giving away that she had no complaints about the situation she was in, despite its suddenness. In fact, it was one of her many fantasies, to be suddenly conquered by an extremely attractive woman who confessed her love out of nowhere just like in a manga, although this seemed to be more in line with her porn than any romance manga.
“Just be quiet and take your clothes off!” Euphie said aggressively, Luluko’s eyes widening a little at how aggressively she had said it. Euphie’s eyes narrowed as Luluko stared at her in confusion. It seemed that Euphie didn’t take well to being disobeyed. “Didn’t you hear me? Take them off!”
“O-okay!” Luluko hurried to strip herself, Euphie’s usual polite tone gone. She busied herself with removing everything, even her bra and panties, shivering from excitement as Euphie seemed to be fingering through one of her dressers.
“Ah, there it is!” Euphie sounded pleased with herself, pulling something out and stripping herself down to her stockings, bra, and panties. Luluko was a little disappointed that she wasn’t naked as well, but was immediately distracted by the huge rubber strap-on mounted from Euphie's crotch.
“Now we’re ready!” Euphie smiled deliberately innocently, swinging and seriously displaying her artificial girth, the false penis causing Luluko to audibly gulp, her slick pussy throbbing a little at the thought of what it was about to do to her.
“H-hey, don’t you think that’s a little soon?” Luluko squeaked.
“You’ve kept me waiting more than long enough, Miss Luluko. Besides, know you like this kind of thing.” Euphie declared, Luluko realising that when she had taken that manga, she had probably landed on the chapter where the protagonist’s best friend revealed herself to be a horny lesbian with an exotic collection of sex toys.
“Um, well, you see, that’s…” Luluko found her legs being gently pushed apart by Euphie as she lined herself up. “Be gentle?”
“I don’t think I will.” Euphie giggled, slowly sliding it into Luluko for the first time, grabbing her by the hips as Luluko let out a slow but deep moan of pleasure as she was gradually filled up to the hilt. Satisfied with her test run, Euphie pulled herself out then back in, slowly accelerating until she was thumping away, the two gasping and groaning as Luluko was fucked thoroughly, her fluids staining the bed beneath her, the two of them slick with sweat, Luluko’s glasses tumbling from her onto the bed then onto the floor.
“You love this, don’t you, you little slut!” Euphie laughed, the part of Luluko’s brain that wasn’t as horny as Euphie figuring that somebody as perfect as her had to have her dark side where she let it all out. Luluko didn’t know how long Euphie had been fucking her when she suddenly stopped, the door behind them clicking and creaking open. Kallen obliviously blundered in, drawn by the noises but not quite putting two and two together at what she had heard.
“Hey guys, is everything alright in there? By the way, do you know where I can find the bath…”
Kallen trailed off as the two stared at her, Euphie currently simultaneously penetrating Luluko while groping her huge breasts. Kallen and Luluko froze, but Euphie slowly pulled out of her partner, the silence broken by Luluko’s prolonged groan.
“I’ll-um-I’ll-sorry for-um-let me just-” Kallen turned redder than either of them and began to mumble incoherently, but couldn’t escape in time.
“Don’t you dare leave!” Euphie shouted at her, her eyes wild with lust and her authority freezing Kallen in place. “Euphemia Ii Brittannia commands it!”
Kallen stood there dumbly with her mouth agape, far too submissive to resist the demands of royalty. What was happening was quite obvious, but the how and why were beyond her, but more than that, she was getting excited just watching.
“Come over here.” Euphie instructed. “And get those clothes off.”
“But-”
“This is an order from your princess!” Euphie shouted, Kallen snapping to attention and obeying wordlessly.
“Now, I’ll admit I was initially only interested in Miss Luluko here,” Euphie said, giving Luluko’s breast a quick squeeze for emphasis. “But now that you’ve seen us, I can’t just let you leave, and really, the two of you are like two peas in a pod. I suppose I’ll just have to have two girlfriends to myself! Now get over here!”
There was nothing stopping Kallen from fleeing, but one by one her legs moved whether she liked it or not, Kallen simply lacking the force of will to not do exactly what she was told. It wasn’t long before her clothes were on the floor and she was being bent over the bed, thoroughly claimed by the princess who had no intention of letting either of them go…
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“Hey, Kallen?” Luluko asked, the two curvy nerds bent over with their huge asses sticking up in the air, clad in short skirts with matching thigh-high stockings as their royal girlfriend had requested, resulting in a sight that the pink-haired princess would have found irresistible if she had been with them at the time. They were looking at the lowest shelf at their favourite model store, a treasure trove that they visited as often as they could. “Do you think I should get this in High Grade or Master Grade? I want the internal skeleton but I’m kinda running out of space on my shelves, and I bought the others in this line in High Grade, so it might be weird to have them at different scales…”
“Definitely Master Grade, the cockpit is fully sculpted and everything and it matches the moving plates on the real thing on it.” Kallen said, a stickler for mechanical details. “You’d better make up your mind quick, Mistress Euphemia- I mean, Euphie wants to meet us in two hours and I don’t wanna know what she’ll do to us if we’re late again.”
“Maybe I’ll get it next time.” Luluko decided, the two standing up straight. “I still haven’t built the last three kits I bought from here. It’s like, a total addiction, I can’t help myself.”
“Totally.” Kallen smiled, exposing her braced teeth, although it then curled into an O-shape of surprise. “Wait, we’re forgetting something again!”
“Like what? Did I wear the wrong panties?” Luluko panicked, hoping that her girlfriend wouldn’t be mad at her if she wore the wrong underwear after sending her all of those photos of herself the previous night in a particularly scandalous pair promising that she’d be the one who got to take them off. Euphie was the kindest person she knew in public and had happily embraced the two's radical differences from her own lifestyle, but as soon as she reached the bedroom she transformed into a different person, and was more than happy to remind them of their difference in class. In Luluko's opinion, that made it even hotter.
“No, we’re supposed to be finding that employee who transformed us!” Kallen reminded her. “It’s been a month and we still haven’t found them!”
“Oh right, I forgot.” Luluko tugged the collar of her t-shirt. “But we’ve checked every model store in the district, right? If we were gonna find them we’d have done it by now.”
“Maybe there’s something we missed!” Kallen said. “Come on, you said you could still kinda remember what the employee looked like, right? I can’t even remember if they were a girl or a guy anymore. Hell, I can’t even remember what my old life was anymore!”
“Why do you care? I thought you said you’d given up last week.” Luluko said defensively. It wasn’t just Kallen who had given up, but Luluko effectively had as well. The two were so easily distracted by any investigative trip immediately derailed into mindless shopping, usually ending up back at their favourite model store and burning more money there. C.C., the only other one who remembered the old world, had pretty much given up on Luluko by now, saying that she wasn’t the person she had teamed up with at the time, and had dismissively told her to go live her normal, boring life and that she’d just go find herself a new partner if she didn’t hurry up and find out how to fix herself.
And to be honest, with her memories of her old life fading even after she had remembered some of them and C.C. had explained the type of man she’d used to be, she was lacking motivation. Her life was uneventful but mostly comfortable, and she was more concerned with keeping her new girlfriend, mutually shared with Kallen, happy. Plus, the idea of being a guy was kind of weird, she just couldn’t picture it. And apparently her old self wasn’t even into anime, according to C.C.? He must’ve been a pretty boring guy.
“Well, I feel like we should at least make one last effort.” Kallen said, a little of her old life’s stubbornness lingering.
“But what’re we gonna do? We’ve been to every store a bunch of times and still haven’t found anything.” Luluko said defensively, ready to give up on the matter. “Look, the new expansion is coming out soon, and I’m busy preparing for that. And don’t you have that tournament coming up? I don’t want to waste any more of my time running around trying to find somebody who might not even be around anymore.”
“Why don’t we just ask the store owner of this place before we give up?” Kallen suggested. “They probably know everybody in the business. It’s worth a shot, right?”
Luluko gave in, and the two approached the familiar store owner, a busty blonde girl with a similar appearance to their own, with freckles, thick glasses, and a nerdy attitude that explained why she ran the place. The two were certain that she couldn’t be the culprit, after all, this was their favourite store, and they spent so much time here that there was no way they wouldn’t have recognised her.
“How can I help my two favourite customers?” The blonde said, her arms crossed underneath her magnificent bust.
“Uh, we were wondering if there was, you know, a store that you could help us find. We’ve been looking for ages but we just can’t find it no matter how hard we try.” Luluko asked awkwardly.
“Sure, anything for you two lovely girls.” The blonde beamed, seemingly ready to help. “ I know all of the other owners around here, I’m sure I could help you.”
“Well, we’re looking for a store with, um… they uh, they had rare models!” Kallen said, somewhat unhelpfully. They did, right? Which model in her collection it had been was something she couldn’t remember, but she remembered that part at least.
“Yeah, we were looking for a place that sold super rare models! But we can’t remember where it was! What we do know is that a girl sold them to us, and, they’re, um… They look like…” Luluko trailed off. When she tried to picture the culprit in her mind, she couldn’t see anything. Not a hair colour, not a face, not even a gender. It was a woman, right? No, maybe it had been a man…
“I”m pretty sure it was a girl. And they were, uh, they were blonde? No, maybe they had black hair…” Kallen tried to help, but she couldn’t remember either.
“Hmm, well, I do know a place that sells garage kits and discontinued lines, but that’s run by an old man who’s been bald as long as I can remember. And the other stores are run mostly by guys…” The owner said after thinking for a moment, the two’s hearts sinking.
“Oh, well, thanks anyway.” Luluko said despondently, although she also felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest. It wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t find them, after all. They were just too elusive.
“Maybe I sold it to you and you forgot?” The blonde suggested, Luluko and Kallen shaking their heads.
“Oh no, it’s definitely not you.” Kallen laughed. “We’d definitely remember if was, we’re here so often!”
“Well, sorry I couldn’t help you find your mystery store, girls.” The blonde smiled, and for a moment, a symbol could have been seen in her eyes behind her glasses, making sure that the two girls’s memories had no chance of resurfacing. Just a little dose every time they had bought something from her had been more than enough to do it, and by now she was sure that they’d completely forget about it on their own.
“Oh no, you were a big help, it’s no problem at all!” Luluko thanked her obliviously. “Come on Kallen, we need to get ready for our date.”
The two girls left the store, deciding to put the whole matter out of their minds. For better or worse it would be the last time the two ever thought about it again. Instead of worries about the past, they would only be concerned with the future, and right now they knew that they had to be completely ready for their date or there’d be hell to pay from Euphie. With their pasts forgotten and C.C. leaving the new Luluko be, deciding that she was totally useless and seemed rather happy the way she was, from that point on, they were just two ordinary, extremely nerdy girls…