Aoi, the Kaleidoscopes’ sexy nurse and team leader, the pushing-thirty woman having been slowly panning her gaze around the room, vacantly observing her various teammates, all still clad in their magical girl forms in the shrine that served as their home base, relaxing after defeating yet another monster. It wasn’t uncommon for them to not bother to turn off their transformations for a while after returning to the shrine, the private room allowing them to not care about attracting unnecessary attention, and it would typically take one of them doing it for the others to be reminded to follow along. After all, each found their uniforms supremely comfortable, even if they were perverted and sexualised into looking like their boobs were going to pop out at any moment, thighs with visible skindentation from their various thigh-high boots, stockings, and garter-belts.

A veritable rainbow of sexiness and overflowing bosoms, this was something Aoi had been so desensitised to (being the owner of one of the largest pairs in the room herself) that she hardly took it into account as she observed her friends and allies enjoying a quiet moment in their careers as magical girls, taking in each one at a time.

Momoko, sweet and bubbly as ever, was talking to Sakura about the most recent wave of magical girl merchandise, wondering how she was going to afford the more expensive statues on her meagre allowance while Sakura haughtily raised one hand in a ladylike motion to her cheek and bragged that she had a personal shrine to all of her and Kuroko’s merch. The two had the most in common, maintaining the grand majority of their original uniforms tweaked slightly to fit their new proportions. Momoko looked like she’d gotten bigger but without her outfit changing much to match, giving her generous cleavage and a skirt that seemed proportionally smaller thanks to being hiked up by her big ass and thicker hips. Sakura had a wider, puffier skirt and various embellishments to make her outfit fancier, but otherwise stuck true to her original outfit. Of course, Momoko’s massive hair that was as big as the rest of her and Sakura’s tremendous drilled hair was nothing to sneeze at, but everybody shared oversized hair in common, save perhaps for Akari who had it tied up into a more manageable bun. It was lucky that excessive femininity came with the job as magical girls, and it would take more than that to actually become a nuisance while they were on the job.

Yui, the most obscenely sexy right up until Aoi’s own borderline pornographic nurse outfit had been added to the fray, was tapping away at her phone, her chest vibrating ever so slightly from the force of her taps as if to say that she couldn’t escape her own sexiness even when she was performing the most basic of actions. Even her body posture stuck her hips out, like she was some sort of unconscious pin-up model, allowing one to get a good look at her ass unobscured by her multi-coloured ponytail. Her fluffy ball tail also wagged slightly even now and then,  which Aoi had to tear her eyes away from the adorableness of. Without pausing, the gyaru able to easily juggle two conversations at once, suggested that Momoko could get a part-time job if she really needed money, and that she could probably recommend her to the manager at her cosplay cafe if she wanted.

Sakura suggested that perhaps she could get a job working at her mansion, to which Kuroko, who had been quite happily cleaning the room, turned to face Sakura and pouted, looking obviously territorial and stating that Sakura’s house had more than enough servants already, puffing out her huge chest a little. Aoi hesitated to call her the image of an elegant maid, particularly after her most recent enhancements giving her a slit skirt revealing a sexy garter belt, boobs bigger than her head, and thighs that rivaled even hers and Yui’s. Her dark makeup gave her a gothy feel, complimented by her incredibly broad, straight and blunt hair that Yui frequently compared to the head of a broom. She shared a massive ribbon as an accessory to her otherwise plain hairstyle along with Sakura, Yui, and Momoko, but even those weren’t a point of total uniformity across the team, Aoi and Akari lacking them as Aoi’s headband had been replaced with a cute nurse’s cap.

Her eyes trailed downward to where Akari was spacing out on her own, a dopey expression on her face as she was clearly off in dreamland, probably fantasising about her dream wedding. Akari complained on occasion about being stereotyped, although less than she used to, but it was pretty obvious when she got that particular look on her face. It was hard to argue that she wouldn’t make a splendid bride, her rose-covered wedding dress and tiny, cuddly figure with the massive breasts that Kaleidoscope fans around the city had come to know and love.



Finally, Aoi inspected herself. It put the “sexy” in sexy nurse, that half of the description almost overpowering the rest. Her boobs had long since burst out of her uniform entirely, leaving her with a lacy bra hanging out, and her skirt so short it could be considered to be non-existent, leaving her lingerie sticking out most of the time. It almost felt like her outfit had stayed mostly the same size, and she had simply gotten slightly too big for it. Her hair was done up in two massive twintails, an antiquated hairstyle that was very popular when she had been her teammates’ ages that had fallen off in popularity, and between her obscene appearance, heavy makeup, and throwback hairstyle, it gave her the distinct appearance of a mature woman trying too hard to look youthful. It didn’t help that she was the only adult on the team, thanks to being aged up…

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Aoi took stock of all of the changes that had gone over herself and her team.

Hotaru had been bimbofied, making her too ditzy for the team and retiring her in one fell swoop. That had been the start of it.

Collectively, they’d had their asses expanded, cementing them as “the team with big butts in miniskirts” in the annals of magical girl history at the bare minimum, and all received cosmetic makeovers that left them with exaggeratedly large hair and thick makeup, with plump, kissable lips and long eyelashes to further enhance their feminine looks.

Momoko had undergone the least changes, just the total group ones plus an hourglass figure enhancement that had given Hotaru an even more exaggerated figure as well. It hadn’t even been her fault, her mother being the one to be transformed, passing it down to her daughter.

Akari had been given a radical image shift, first being turned into a blushing girly bride, and then squashed down into a dainty shortstack, a far cry from the muscular tomboy she had started as.

Kuroko had been turned into an obedient maid, and then been given an hourglass figure as well, a recurring theme. Perhaps it was her shift from an aggressive lone wolf to the team’s resident tsundere softie as she opened up to the team that was her biggest change, at least until she got transformed again.

Sakura had also undergone a radical personality shift, although much more induced by her magical transformation into a rich girl with an ego so swollen you could see it from the moon. So far mostly untainted by individual transformations, she nonetheless had become nearly unrecognisable from the shy, kind-hearted wallflower she’d once been, her exaggerated hairstyle and makeup complimenting her more bombastic personality.

Yui had been turned into a bunnygirl, although if you included her entire career as a magical girl prior to Momoko’s introduction to the team, she’d once been an uptight studious girl who’d been transformed into a more laid back and sassy gyaru, although her uptight side seemed to rear its ugly head whenever it came to bickering with Kuroko.

And finally Aoi herself had gone from an almost completely clean record for multiple years to making up for lost time, first getting ten years added onto her, and then being turned into a ridiculously sexy nurse. She didn’t mind the first as she had always felt that she’d end up taking a bullet for one of her teammates eventually, but she did find herself constantly annoyed that she’d let it get to her and ended up being turned into a nurse afterwards. Who knew how she’d slip next…

Most former magical girls believed strongly in a superstition known as the transformation slippery slope, in which after once team cohesion was broken the first time, it wouldn’t be long before everybody else got transformed in increasingly rapid succession. Aoi had stood firm against this, arguing that it was just a coincidence and a longer career naturally meant more chances of being transformed, but after seeing how her team had ended up in such thematic disarray in the course of under six months since Hotaru’s retirement resulting in her own image overhaul, she was starting to feel rather superstitious herself.

“What is it, Aoi?” Akari interrupted Aoi’s introspection, the tiny girl craning her neck upwards at Aoi, having broken out of her own delusion. “You’ve been looking really out of it today.”

“Yeah, you’re looking spacy today.” Yui pointed out, drawing the attention of the rest of the group. “What’s up?”

Aoi blushed, feeling a little embarrassed that she’d caught their attention from staring at them too long.

“Well, you know… I was just thinking…” She said slowly, all eyes on her. “We don’t seem to have much in common anymore, do we?”



“What do you mean?” Momoko said cluelessly. “We’re all magical girls, aren’t we?”



“She means our uniforms have become quite different, I’d wager, dear.” Sakura explained to the as-ever slow on the uptake Momoko.

“Took you long enough to notice.” Yui said sarcastically, hands on her hips. “I don’t really mind, as long as I’m not the odd woman out.”

“I’ve gotten used to it. As long as it’s not an issue while we’re fighting.” Kuroko shrugged, the only thing she took issue with was how her huge hips had burst out of her dress. She liked to think of herself as more prim and proper than that, as a maid should be…

“It wouldn’t have been my first choice, but…” Akari blushed shamelessly. Everybody by now knew that she was very pleased with her new wedding dress/uniform, and clearly enjoyed changing into it. “It’s less of a hassle than I thought it’d be, too.”

“I think everybody looks really pretty in their new uniforms.” Momoko said, and she meant it, but couldn’t help but feel a bit wistful. “Although, I do miss when we all matched. I think magical girl teams are best when they all have something in common.”

“Well, we’ve got the hair and the lipstick and all that, if that counts.” Yui offered. “Besides, we’re all the same in that we aren’t all the same, so that’s something. Except you and Sakura, I guess.”

“I believe that we’ve always had our uniqueness and expressed our individuality with our uniforms even from the start. We all had our differences, large and small. Particularly Akari, if you recall.” Sakura chimed in. “For example, moi is the perfect image of elegance, cutting a completely different impression than dear Momoko!” She said with a haughty smile as she gestured to herself and Momoko’s still fairly similar uniforms. “I wear this better than anybody else! Therefore, I don’t mind if Momoko keeps hers the way it is a little longer, for contrast.”



Yui gave her a withering look on Momoko’s behalf, as she didn’t seem to take the meaning of Sakura’s self-serving words, bright-eyed and innocent as she was, despite her increasingly less than innocent body.

“Oh yeah, for a while there my outfit was way less girly than the rest of yours.” Akari reminisced on her athletic tomboy days. They seemed so distant now, thanks to her altered memories telling her that she’d lived her whole life as an undersized waif. “Do you think I could still pull off the spats and the tank top? Sure, my abs aren’t what they used to be, but still!”

“As long as we can still fight, that’s the important part.” Kuroko stated, getting a round of nods. “Although I hope I don’t end up in something as embarrassing as Yui’s outfit down the line.”



“Keep it to yourself next time, french maid.” Yui grit her teeth, getting up in Kuroko’s face and squishing her massive chest against Kuroko’s own huge breasts. The two made mean, pouty faces at each other, a ridiculous sight for such heavily made-up girls. Aoi sighing as she prepared to break them up. It seemed like despite all this, things hadn’t changed too much…