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Makoto's Slutty Sucker
🕑 Added 2020-11-11 16:02:27 +0000 UTCHey folks! Hope all is well out there.
This week, a part 3 to follow on from last week's part 2 of a small series I've been commissioned for - this time, the mighty Sailor Jupiter is the target of this little bimbofication conspiracy...
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Makoto Kino was one of the best friends a girl could ever have. Oh sure, she was intimidating – an Amazonian build would do that to you, as she was all too quick to ruefully lament. But it wasn’t her ability to kick ass that made her one of the absolute number ones – though she absolutely could, get on her bad side and she would destroy you – no! It was her ability to cook, the surprisingly feminine side hidden beneath her rough tomboy exterior, that put her in the hall of fame.
At least, that’s probably what you’d be told if you asked Usagi. Which was why Makoto was never really surprised when any of her friends showed up on her doorstep desperately seeking her help whenever any of them needed some food prepared – heaven help her, but some of these girls wouldn’t know the end of a whisk from a mallet.
That said, it was still a surprise when she answered her door to find Rei standing there, a bag of ingredients in one hand, smiling up at her brightly. The priestess wasn’t usually the sort to ask for help without some kind of emergency, and she hadn’t sent a message to say she’d be coming over. On top of that, there was something odd about her…
“Morning Mako!” She greeted her friend cheerfully. “I, like, totally need your help!”
“Uh, hey Rei…” Makoto blinked. Something was wrong with this image. Rei was always one of the most fashionable members of their small group of friends, but had she ever worn something so… skimpy, before? A pink crop top and red shorts were extreme, even for her. And was it just Mako, or had her chest gotten bigger…? “What do you need?”
“Ohmigod, you’ll really do it? You’re the best!” Okay, something was definitely wrong here, Rei would never-
And that was as far as Makoto’s thought got before Rei leaned up and kissed her dead on the lips. A warm haze suddenly descended over her mind, clouding her suspicions and muddling her thoughts. The oddities of Rei’s appearance vanished into a hot pink mist.
“Mmm. Thanks, Mako~” Rei purred after she finally broke the kiss. “Let’s go inside and get set up.”
“S-sure…” Dazed, the tall brunette opened the door and stepped aside to let her friend in, closing it behind her and following her to the kitchen. It was only after a few moments of staring as Rei strutted around the place putting her ingredients on the counter that she managed to summon the wherewithal to ask “Sorry, um, what did you need again?”
“Oh, like, duh!” Rei smacked her head with her palm, before giggling. “I need to make a soufflé! Don’t worry, I’ve got all of the, y’know, stuff – I just need your help to make it, yeah?”
Ahhh, okay. Right. Makoto nodded, a dizzy grin spreading over her face. Yes, she knew where she was with a soufflé. That was easy, actually! She walked over to the kitchen counter, wobbling a little as her mind fluttered, and then she took stock. Rei had indeed brought all of the ingredients she’d need – eggs, sugar, flour… Although, it was strange, she didn’t recognise any of the brands she’d brought…
“Huh…” She muttered, her brow furrowing. She picked up the packet of sugar – Sexi Sugar? “Rei, where did you get-Mmm!”
Her question was stolen from her lips by another warm kiss, the words swept from her mouth by Rei’s tongue, and the warm haze in her head grew even thicker. “Don’t worry about that, silly!” The priestess giggled again, tapping the taller woman on the nose. “Just get cooking~”
“Just get cooking…” Rei’s words easily penetrated the fog that was Makoto’s mind, and she easily fell into her instinctive habits. She got down a mixing bowl, and pulled a whisk from the drawer, carefully starting to measure out the right level of sugar – it poured out pink from the pack, and puffed up a small cloud of the stuff into the air as it piled up on the scales. The scent was sweet as the faint cloud enveloped her, and as she breathed it in she felt a strange tingling sensation spread out through her chest – followed by an odd tightness. She blinked and looked down.
Of the five main sailor senshi, there had never been any question about who was in the lead when it came to endowments. Makoto Kino was leagues ahead of her friends, great big tracts of land ahead, in fact – or she had been until she’d run into Rei this morning, she’d thought. And as such she’d always worn quite large clothing, to better fit her sizes and her athletic lifestyle – no risk of slippage or discomfort for her on that front!
So then why…? Why did her bra feel so restrictive? And why was her shirt – a light green casual number because she wasn’t expecting guests today – looking so strained? It was almost as if her breasts had gotten just a bit bigger…
“What’s the matter, Mako? Thinkin’ deep?” Rei was suddenly by her side, cuddling up against her. “Don’t bother with that, silly! Just keep cooking~”
“Oh, r-right…” Makoto nodded, blinking in confusion, but pushing past it to focus on her work. Though now that she thought about it, her behind was feeling weirdly tingly as well…
Wait, keep cooking, right. Those words were the clearest ones in her head right now, and she followed them as well as she could. The sugar was ready, now it was time to prep the flour. She poured the sugar into a bowl – getting another tingly whiff of sweet sugary scent – and cleaned the scales, before picking up the bag of…
“Fool Flour?” Curious, she pulled open the paper top, and found that – yep, the flour was pink as well. Wait, that was wrong, flour wasn’t supposed to be-
Smack
Rei’s hand on Makoto’s ass made the taller woman jump, and that in turn sent a good portion of the contents of the flour bag up straight into her face. “C’mon, Mako, don’t just stare! Like, this soufflé isn’t gunna make itself!”
Makoto blinked rapidly; her expression momentarily blank as her thoughts reeled. What- Why would- Did Rei just-?!
But for some reason her shocked thoughts just… stopped in their tracks. Halted. Stuck. Like locomotives that had been powering towards an undeniable realization of impropriety, perhaps one strong enough to finally clear this strange and confusing veil that had descended over her mind, only to find the lines blocked.
Yes, blocked – that was the word. The strange sensation in her head, as though her thoughts were being blocked from completing – as though some strange magic was weaving itself between her synapses and throttling the flow of information from one side of her brain to the other. The fact that Rei had just smacked her ass just sort of… fell between the cracks, vanished from her awareness – as did numerous other facts and figures as the lungful of flour Makoto had just received slowly coated the inside of her head, leaving everything covered in a thick layer of clumpy dust.
Makoto blinked again, but this time in confusion. “Um… Like, what was I just doing…?” She asked, her brow wrinkling as she tried to make her suddenly slow brain work.
“You were just measuring out your ingredients,” Rei giggled, enjoying the look of dimness that settled over her friend’s expression. “Here – let me help.”
She slid behind the taller girl and wrapped her arms around her, gripping the other woman’s arms to guide her in moving the flour over to the scales and to start measuring it. Makoto, her mind still gummed up, and otherwise at a loss, couldn’t see a reason to resist her – allowing herself to be moved around like a human sized puppet without complaint. In fact she was feeling so slow that it never even occurred to her to comment on how much larger Rei’s boobs felt while they were being pressed into her back…
“That’s the way! Now we just need the eggs…”
Again, a rather dazed and dopey Mako was led around her kitchen, over to a carton of ‘Easy Lay Eggs’ that rested on the counter. Before she knew what was happening, her hand had scooped up an egg and was holding it gently between her fingers. It was pink – just like the sugar and the flour. One tap. Two taps. Thin black lines spreading through the shell.
Crack.
There was a flash as she brought the egg down for a third time, and finally broke it open. Light shone from within the shell, bursting free as its prison shattered. An orb of light and heat, just as pink as the egg had been, shot upwards, spinning around Makoto’s arm like a firework, before shooting directly into her mouth. It tasted of warm marshmallow, melting on her tongue, the bubbly fluff forcing her to swallow before she could even comprehend what was happening.
It hit her stomach and dissolved, flowing through her body as one thing, and one thing only – heat. She gasped as the sensation filled her, her sticky paste coated brain unable to process, unable to resist as it began to warm her blood, making her feel oh so pleasantly toasty… Save between her legs, where the heat began to pool, gathering more and more, a strange, horny heat that started to tickle and prickle and burn for more. Her hips shifted uncomfortably, a flush developing over her confused face as the flames of desire began to lick at her mind.
And Rei was right there to stoke them along. “Hm? Are you feeling okay, Mako?” The priestess asked, purring into the taller senshi’s ear. “You’re looking kind of flushed.” Her hand detached from Makoto’s, rising up to gently stroke the woman’s cheek. “Oh! You’re so warm! Oh Mako, are you getting turned on by this?”
“Wh- what…?” Makoto blinked slowly. Even to her gummed up mind that sounded strange. “That’s not, like… Um…”
She did feel really horny though…
There was a giggle behind her, and the hand that was stroking her cheek suddenly slid down her neck and started cupping her chest, a thumb rubbing through the cloth over her nipple. “Ohhh, I can feel how turned on you are, these babies are poking right through your bra~ Oh Mako, I never knew you had a thing for cooking – no wonder you’re such a good chef!”
N-no, that wasn’t… Um, it wasn’t, she didn’t… Ah… Mmm… O-oh, Rei touching her there felt really, really…
“Ahh…” She gasped, her body suddenly desperately short on breath, even though each pull of her lungs only seemed to fuel the flames that burned within her even higher. “R-rei, I don’t, um, like… This is just… You know, um… I… I can’t… I can’t…”
“You can’t think?” Rei grinned as both of her hands cupped Makoto’s expanded chest, stroke, stroke, stroking away, her arms holding the bigger woman tightly in place as she squirmed. “That’s okay Mako, that’s fine. After all, you’re way to horny to think~” Stroke. Stroke. Squeeze. “Being horny makes you stupid, you know… Or maybe you don’t!” Warm lips pressed a kiss against her ear. “You were never all that bright, Mako~”
“Wha- Ah-ahn!” A confused Makoto tried to object, tried to question, tried to protest that she wasn’t, like, stupid and stuff… But another squeeze and another gasp snuffed that complaint right out of her head.
“Being horny makes you stupid… And being stupid makes you horny~” Rei wasn’t letting up, grinding her body into Makoto’s, pushing her hard up against the counter. “And you’re really, really horny right now, aren’t you Mako?”
“Ah- Mhm- Y-yeah!” The brunette couldn’t deny it, couldn’t resist Rei’s dominant will. Her head was just too sticky, and her panties were starting to drip.
“Which means you’re really… really… stupid~” Another carefree laugh and a tweak of Makoto’s painfully stiff nipples, another yelp from the helplessly horny amazon. “A big dumb slut, only good for cooking and fucking~”
“C, cooking and f… f… n-no!” Still she tried to protest, weak though it was. No, she was more than that! She was Sailor Jupiter! She wasn’t just some, some, like, desperate slut that- that- ohhh, it was so hard to think!
“That’s right…” And Rei wasn’t going to give her time to get her sticky thoughts together. “And look! You’re not done cooking yet. Why don’t you crack another egg open? I bet that’ll help.”
That’ll help… The idea slid into Makoto’s mind without any sense to get in its way, and she obediently nodded. “Yeah…” She breathed, picking up a second pink egg. “That’ll, like… Ah!”
Whatever she thought it would have done – in as much as the brunette was capable of thinking at all – would remain a mystery, as the shell cracked in her hand, and another flash of pink light hit her in the face, sending the heat inside her skyrocketing. She cut herself off with a deep moan, her eyes rolling up in her head as her brain baked in pleasantly pink juices, falling completely into Rei’s grip.
“Being horny makes you stupid~” Rei repeated, her human guise fading as the succubus’s forked tongue licked at Makoto’s ear. “And cooking makes you, like, super horny. Mmm, you’re gunna love bein’ dumb, Mako~”
“Love… bein’ dumb…” The amazon repeated, starting to drool a little as her heated body ground itself up against Rei’s slutty form.
“That’s right… So let’s finish you off, hm? You’ve got a nice soufflé to cook, dear~”
“Yeah…” By this point, Makoto’s mind was almost as mushy as the mixture she was being guided to whisk, the horny chef still more of a puppet than a participant in the baking process. Still, by this point her cooking skills were practically instinct to her, and despite her melted mind she mixed, poured, sieved and folded with expert precision – each motion redoubling the heat between her legs and in her head. By the time she slid the soufflé dish into the over to cook, her panties were practically sliding down her legs, they were so soaked.
Of course, Rei’s fingers easing them down might have helped some there.
“That’s a good girl,” She whispered, easing Makoto down to sit on the ground, her legs spread wide, eyes fixed on the over door and the rising soufflé behind it while the pink succubus slowly wrapped herself around her. “Almost ready to be Mr. Candy’s nice new bimbo chef, aren’t you Mako? You just need a little time to cook before you’re done.”
Makoto, the fighter, the everlasting bastion of strength, the strongest of the inner senshi, powered by the might of Jupiter itself… had no strength in her to resist. She moaned and groaned, drooling a little as Rei’s hands groped her tits, and as a pink spaded tail stroked the soft, sensitive lips of her inner folds, her arousal being brought ever higher and higher, completely drowning out her ability to think even the most basic of thoughts. And as she was forced to watch her pink soufflé rise, as her mind melted into sludge as thick as cake batter and was cooked by the heat of her lusts, Rei whispered to her, telling her all sorts of things she had never known about herself, but now had no ability to doubt.
“You’re a silly little slut~”
“I’m a… silly little slut…?” The words sank right to her core.
“A happy, bouncy, busty whore~”
“Happy… bouncy… busty… whore…” Her lips slid upwards into a smile fitting for someone so happy and busty…
“All you care about is making Master Candy happy and doing what he says~”
“All I care about is… making Master Candy… happy? And doing what he says…” She didn’t know who that was, but obeying him was slowly becoming the only thing that mattered to her.
“You’re just a nice, dumb, bimbo chef~”
“I’m just a nice, dumb, bimbo chef~”
By the time the souffle had risen, she was just about done too.
The dish came out of the over a warm, candy coated pink, and settled on the counter nicely, steam rising off it and filling the room with a sweet scent that make Makoto’s empty head spin.
“Take a bite, Mako,” said Rei, offering her a spoon. “See how you turned out.”
She didn’t need to ask twice. Thoughtlessly, Makoto took a big scoop of her latest, pinkest creation and slid it into her mouth, swallowing without a second’s hesitation. It tasted of strawberries, and had the texture of soft, pink clouds.
The effect was instant. The sheer condensed pink energy of all the ingredients combined into one tasty dish hit her all at once. Buttons bounced off the kitchen counter as her shirt ripped open, torn apart by the sudden burst of growth her che- her bre- her boobs went through, swelling out even further to once again give her the biggest bust among the senshi. The biggest ass was hers as well a moment later, the sound of tearing fabric the best indication of her new title as her skirt ripped along her new wide hips. Muscle and strength melted away from her, her tough exterior dissolving away into smooth, soft skin, her role as the toughest of the group no longer needed – she even lost a few inches of height, becoming a much daintier figure, and making her large assets stand out even more.
What was left of her shredded clothes melded together and morphed into a single white apron, with pink frills, tied tightly around her waist, barely holding her huge breasts in – and nothing else.
The changes were sealed as she finally, finally came, a low moan echoing from her throat as what was left of her former self, all the parts of her that hadn’t been baked into her new bimbo brain, drizzled away and dripped out between her legs.
Rei grinned. “How is it?”
And Makoto smiled. “It’s totally delish! Here, wanna try?” She giggled and spun around, offering the spoon to her friend with a happy bounce that set her boobs bouncing wildly.
“I do~” Rei purred, before pushing the spoon aside and instead taking the chance to get another kiss from a now much more willing amazon. “But first, I’ve got to introduce you to Master~ Come on, I’m sure he’s got all sorts of nice sweets for you to make…”
“Ohhh… ‘Kay!” Mako nodded and happily agreed – her concerns and worries from before completely erased. If Rei had a friend who’d let her cook for them, she’d love to meet them!
“And who knows,” the succubus finished, walking towards the door and leading the former senshi of Jupiter towards the dark car that awaited her at the curb. “If you make a really good impression, he might let you sample some tasty treats of his own~”
Mmm… Well with an offer like that, how could she possibly refuse? Teehe, oh yes – Makoto the bimbo chef just couldn’t wait!
