Raiding Perverted Answers? (Raiden & Yae Miko TG) (Patreon)

Motohama said. “Alright, Issei and everyone in the ORC left school earlier. Now is the perfect time to go in there and investigate their clubroom.”

Most of the student body had left; anyone remaining would be in their clubs. They had watched the ORC waiting for the moment when they would be able to sneak into the room.

Matsuda said. “Right, today is the day we learn how Issei’s life has turned out the way it has. There must be some secret for why he is getting all of the sexiest girls at school.”

“If he thinks he can just hide how he’s doing it from us, he has another thing coming!”

“Once we find out his secret then we will be able to get some girls for ourselves too!”

Perverted grins formed as the two imagined beautiful girls surrounding them, kissing them, rubbing their bodies against his, especially their breasts. All of it made their blood rush through their bodies. “Maybe we could steal some girls away from Issei when we do.”

“Man I would love to get a feel of those breasts pushed up against me.”

“I wonder how Issei would feel seeing them hang off of us? The tears he would have if we could turn his trick on them would be something else.”

The two of them made their way to the ORC building, trying to look as casual as possible. When they stepped inside, they rushed to the entrance, their hearts pounding. Matsuda was about to ram into the door, but Motohama stopped him.

“Wait…we have to be careful about this. The last thing we need is to wind up on the Student Council President’s bad side."

A shudder came over the pair as they imagined being left with her for disciplinary action. They had heard what she had done and didn’t need to get into any more trouble than they usually did with her.

When they reached the door, they peeked inside the room, and to their glee, no one was inside. They grinned and stepped inside, ensuring their steps were quiet. Right when they entered the room, both were hit by the luxury of the club room, from the furniture to the various knick-knacks inside and more.

Matsuda said. “How the hell does all of this stuff relate to the occult?”

Motohama gawked when he saw a fridge and stove. “I think the real question is why the occult club has a damn kitchen in the corner. The couches, I can understand, but a kitchen?

“It has to be because the principal's daughter run’s it. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

Motohama stopped when he saw a bathroom in the back of the room. “Dude they even have a damn shower in here!”

“Are you pulling my chain?” Matsuda ran over and was shocked to see he was telling the truth. “Why would they put a shower in here?”

“It has to be part of some naughty scheme or something! It’s the only way they could have something like this installed.”

Motohama said. “Of course. That would make sense! Damn, even at school, he has to go and try to do something like this. What sort of blackmail or something does he had to get this installed in here?”

“We have to find something here. There’s no way he doesn’t have something like that here. Whatever it is, it has to be something big to get something like this done.”

Motohama and Matsuda looked around the room, trying to find something incriminating or suspicious. Still, no matter how hard they looked, nothing seemed off or incriminating, aside from how strange it was to see something like this here. Another door in the corner of the room caught their attention.

“Let’s see what is behind the door. Maybe we will have a little more luck there.”

Motohama and Matsua opened another door in the corner. They saw a large storeroom filled with various items, from multiple outfits, weapons, toys, and dozens of other things.

Matsuda said. “What the heck is all of this stuff?”

He picked up a golden headdress and frowned. “Do you think Issei blows all of his money on this cosplay stuff, and that’s why they are with him?”

Motohama picked up one of the swords and was thrown off by the weight. “No way, this feels like a real sword. Why would they have something like this here?”

Matsuda said. “Better question is how the hell could he afford something like this?”

“It had to have happened before he got the new mansion. Maybe it’s just props that he got for them or something. What if he got a magical artifact to ensnare the girls and have his way with them.”

“We both know magic isn’t real. Though if he did set some stuff, maybe, he scared them enough to the point he fell for them.

“Nah there has to be more to it. I bet he has to use some drug or something. Maybe even a special cologne.”

Motohama picked up a sword and waved it around. Despite knowing nothing about weapons, he could tell the blade was finely made, even though he knew nothing about swords. A zap came from the sword, and Motohama dropped it. “What the hell?”

Matsuda stopped when he saw a large golden headdress standing off the side. “What’s got you freaking out?”

He picked it up, imagining one of the girls wearing it. A shimmer of gold came from the headdress, making Matsuda let go of it.

“Dude this headdress just light up?”

“This sword did too!”

The two stared at the artifacts like bombs about to go off. They saw another arc of electricity and light coming from them, much to their shock.

Motohama gulped. “Maybe there is something more related to this magic stuff then we gave it credit for.”

“Whatever, just keep looking around. Maybe if we take something small enough we can take it back with us and then boom. If there is more to this magic thing, then that has to be it. If we can find whatever is making it so he can win their hearts, then we can too. Once we do, we will have our own harems of busty girls for us soon enough.”

Any sense of unease between them diminished as their fantasies took over again. A bright blush formed on their faces as they imagined themselves being swarmed by lovely ladies eager to please. Sweat formed on their bodies as they imagined being pelted with soft kisses from gorgeous girls. Blood rushed through their bodies, making parts of them stand at attention. Perverted giggles came from the pair.

Matsuda said. “Hey is it just me or is it getting hotter in here then it should be?”

Motohama pulled on the collar of his shirt. “I…I think you might be right.”

Matsuda scratched his arms as an intense itchy feeling came over them. Motohama followed his example moments later and scratched at his body. Despite their efforts, the itchy feeling over them worsened with every scratch.

Both of their arms thinned, losing some of their girth. A slight trim appeared in them as they did, refining. Their nails sharpened as they lengthened and gained a more feminine appearance. A purple sheen appeared on Motohama’s, while Matsuda’s gained pink. Cracks came from their hands thinned, the calluses on their digits disappearing. Another pop came from their wrists as they adjusted. Gone were any traces of their masculine limbs. Now, there were only dainty womanly limbs befitting a young woman.

“Oh man, I’m not feeling so good right now.”

“That makes two of us.”

Motohama examined his hands, thrown off by the new slenderness of his digits. Matsuda’s hands balled and unfurled as if they were trying to wrap around something. Horrified curiosity made him look at Motohama’s and see they were going through the same thing.

A pop came from their shoulders, making them rub them. Gone was their original girth they were used to having, and now there was only thinness to them that made them look even more feminine.

“Something’s wrong.”

“I know, but…”

Despite knowing something was wrong, there was still a sense of ease. Motohama felt more at ease with every rub of their hands against their altered limbs.

Motohama admitted. “It feels nice to do so.”

“But there is something wrong. We both know it. They shouldn't feel so nice, and comfy.”

Gurgling noises came from their stomachs as their insides twisted. The flab they both had on their stomachs reduced as it tightened together. Gone was any blubber they might have had before the transformation began. Now there were only smooth flat stomachs people would have been able to eat off of without any issue.

Motohama ran his hand down his stomach, thrown off by its smoothness. “Holy!”

Matsuda did the same. It was so jarring from what he was used to that he tried to pull it back to its original position. There was not even a hint of wiggle as he stretched it. Only toned muscle that made it impossible for him to look away from it remained.

“This is so weird man!”

“What the hell kind of stuff is this? Do you think this might be how he got his muscles?”

“It would explain how he would get all of the muscles. I never saw him train and there is no way he would be able to bulk up as fast as he did.”

The sides of their waist moved closer. A curve appeared on the side of them, making their breathing pick up. It looked as if someone had forced them to wear an invisible corset with how small they were now. Every lost centimeter brought more attention to the current shape of their stomachs and the rest of their body shape.

Motohama and Matsuda panted, staring at their transformed waists. Neither of them could believe what they were seeing. Matsuda ran his hands over his waist, stars entering his vision. When his fingers touched them, he pulled his hand back like something had snapped at him.

Motohama said. “No! I can't look at this anymore!”

Matsuda pulled on his cheeks, and the pain went through his body. Redness filled his cheeks as he tugged on them harder. The skin slipped from his fingers, and while his hand was sent flying from the sudden release, it did nothing to calm him.

Motohama pleaded. “Please let me wake up now, and let this be a dream!"

Their lungs felt like they were going to explode out of their body. When they took another breath, they stopped as if something was blocking their airway. Small moans and groans came from them as they tried to fill their lungs again, but no longer while

Their cheeks inflated as they struggled to keep themselves under control. Their faces softened as the air in their mouths rolled from side to side. Every bone in their skulls let out a little crack as it got smaller. An angular shape appeared while their lips swelled.

Motohama said. “Something is wrong with your face? It looks different.”

Matsuda gaped. “Your face is completely different from what it used to be.”

Both of them ran their faces over their hands and were horrified by the different features they were feeling. The softer, plumper lips made them squeal as they struggled to make sense of them. Matsuda pulled on them, making him shudder as a bolt of glee went through them.

Motohama squealed. “I don’t care what excuse you think of! This has to be magic!!”

“We need to call Issei! Maybe he can put a stop to whatever this stuff is."

"No, if he does, then he could make everything worse and he'll know we're suspicious of him! Besides, we could turn things around. We can’t risk ruining our chance to get a harem of pretty girls because of a bit of fear.”

The thought of them getting with more pretty girls filled their hearts with courage. Both of them clenched their hands and brought their arms together. In unison, they said. “For wonderful tits, we have to persevere!”

Popping noises came from their legs as they shifted. Crackling noises came from their feet, and they struggled against the confines of their shoes as they got smaller. Despite their diminishing appearance, their calves' flabbiness was slowly replaced with defined muscle.

Unlike the rest of their legs, their thighs ballooned. With the added girth, their pants dug into their bodies, enhancing the curvature of their legs and straining their pants. Both winced and tried to gain some relief, but it only worsened no matter how hard they adjusted them. They stopped only when they had become ripe, plump thighs twice their original size.

Matsuda stammered. “This has to be an accident. Maybe we sucked in some gas or something, and we’re hallucinating."

“You think what we’re feeling now is just some sort of fantasy or something like that!” Motohama grabbed Matsuda’s thighs, and he yelped as a burst of heat went through them. “This is happening to us.”

Motohama took his hands off Matsuda’s and groped his thighs while Matsuda felt his own. The two of them squeezed their thighs and gulped at the softer exterior they had now. Soft flesh surged between their fingers, and a bud of pleasure did as well.

Matsdua trembled, whimpering. “Why do we keep looking more like girls? How much crazier is this going to get?”

“This has to be part of…whatever Issei has been doing to get all of the girls.”

“Wait do you think he has been transforming people into sexy girls?”

The thought made the two of them pause. Both tried to recall moments of any boys they might have been, but no matter how hard they tried, neither could. Yet despite that, horror pierced their souls.

Matsuda yelled. “He has to be! It’s the only way he could get any girls to fall in love with him!”

Motohama snarled. “I knew he was a bastard, but to think he was a monster and held out on us like this!”

The panic surging through their bodies eased the more they looked over their bodies. Every new curve they had gained felt different yet familiar. With every rub, they relaxed despite knowing something was off about them.

“We…we did a lot of work to get like this right?”

“I…I remember us working out together and all, but I can’t say…”

Both of them could recall working out together and training. Lifting weights, exercising at school and the gym, and spars they had. The number of times they began beating up Issei for when he was perving on them.

Motohama recalled the last time he had been training and dealing with Issei and his numerous attempts to spy on them and the rest of the girls in the changing room. “I still can’t believe how far he has come.”

Matsua said. “Perhaps…perhaps seeing how durable he was did get my interest.”

“With how determined he was, it's easy to see how he could grow so quickly as a Devil.”

Motohama blinked, confusion overwhelming his senses. Information filled his mind, making him recoil. A groan came over him. Right after, the pain disappeared as it assimilated all of the knowledge it had gained.

Matsuda said. “Well I guess we can trust Issei’s perversion to help him grow so far. With how Devil’s operate its the best thing that could have happened for him.”

Light purple streaks appeared in Matsuda’s hair, while Matsuda’s gained pink strands. Their hair went past their shoulder blades and trailed against their backs. It whipped the back of their necks, and they shuddered in glee as if someone was running their hands down their bodies. Both of their bangs thickened, the volume of their hair growing. Motohama’s hands gained a hairband, bounding it in a low ponytail, while Matsuda's flew freely. Their hair finished changing when they had dark purple and pink hair, respectively, that brushed against their behinds.

“What are you talking about…It’s..it’s always looked like this.”

“No.. It didn’t look like this for a long time.” Motohama opened her mouth to say something but stopped. The words he wanted to say were on the edge of his tongue as he tried to think of something, but they twisted on themselves. “Right, something must be off with me for now.”

“Are you sure your hair was always so pink?”

Matsuda grabbed her locks and mulled them over. The softer locks of hair were brighter. “Of course it always did.”

Despite that, Matsuda couldn't help but frown as she played with her hair. She examined Motohama’s jair and found more solace.

They calmed slightly as they stared at the other’s altered hair. It called out to them, and they ran their hands through each other's hair, admiring the softness of it. Neither of them could deny there was something mystifying about it that drew their attention. Everything about how the light reflected off it and its luster drew them in further.

“I don’t…wait.”

“Do you remember back when we first started and some of the boys would stare at us?”

“I do remember those days too. I will admit those were some amusing moments.”

Some of the reactions from the boys, including Issei, to the reveal of their actual gender was something they adored. The look of terror on his face still made them giggle when they thought about it.

“You know I still got a picture of his look of shock when he had that discovery of us being boys.”

“Wait boys? What are…you…talking…”

Heat surged between their legs. Their members entered their bodies in one quick motion. Arousal shot up their spines and went through their bodies. When their new entrances formed, their balls slithered their bodies, sending another round of wet juices.

“Gahh!”

Both of them reached down and gulped when the tips of their fingers brushed against their new entrances. They rubbed against them, their bodies heating up as they held each other. Groans came from the pair as they recovered, struggling not to give in and play with their new anatomies further.

“Hey Matsuda, are you ok?”

“Matsuda…whose Matsuda…Moto…Wait what’s your name again?”

Motohama said. “It’s....Raiden? You’re name is…Yae? Right it’s Yae Miko.”

Again Yae and Raiden's sense of self returned, the names registered in their heads, along with numerous other instances of being called that name. Yet for a moment, the two of them frowned, uneased by the names, unsure of them. They were more certain every time they looked back on them, yet something told them it wasn't that. They tried to think of anything else it could be but failed.

“I want to say it’s something else but…”

“Just…relax. We’ve always had these names right?”

A twinge of desperation was on the edge of Yae’s words, which Raiden also felt. Despite their feelings, something about them made them quiver in worry.

A snapping noise came from their hips, making them lose whatever sense of balance they might have. Both shuddered and held onto each other to keep their balance. Arousal shot through their lower bodies, making them yelp. The two shimmied from side to side as they struggled, unable to hold back the arousal surging through their bodies. Like a beacon, it called out to them, and they stared at the other's broad striking hips.

Yae placed her hand on Raiden’s hips. “Man you came a long way from when we kids.”

Raiden scoffed. “You say that as if I'm the only one who has grown that way.”

More heat surged through their bodies. They arched their spines eagerly. Both of them groaned, the blushes on their dances darkening further as they could feel their behinds swelling. The cheeks gained a firmer tone as they expanded. Despite how large they became, there wasn’t a hint of fat on their rumps.

Right when their behinds had finished becoming prominent bubble butts, their pants morphed. Their pants legs combined and formed into the same magenta-colored skirt with a white undertone that the rest of the student body wore.

Both of them leaned against the other, trying to keep themselves under control. The soft feeling of their hair and bodies against each other made them relax.

Yae giggled. “My, it isn’t just those hips, but that butt as well. You got plenty to bounce around as well.”

Raiden sighed a hint of pink on her face. “You aren’t the only one who has experienced quite a bit of growth.”

She forced herself off and pulled Raiden closer to her. Unable to tear her eyes away from her friend’s bust. With a giggle, she pulled Raiden’s skirt up, exposing her far more developed rear. Before Raiden could get away, Yae raised her hand and groped her posterior.

“I’m pretty sure I would remember if you didn’t have a butt like that. It’s so squishy in my hand that I can’t bring myself to stop playing with it.”

Raiden scoffed. “It is not a toy for you to play with. Cease!”

“Nah, I want to keep playing with it.”

Raiden raised her hand and spanked Yae on the butt, making her yelp. All of the stability Yae had disappeared, and they fell onto the ground. She raised her ass, and the skirt did nothing to hide her bum's curve.

“If any of the boys saw us right now, they would probably go wild.”

Raiden scoffed. “Considering Issei, he would probably pass out if it wasn't for Akeno, Rias, and the rest of the girls showing off from time to time.”

“That isn’t going to stop him from enjoying the sights.”

Yae giggled. “Nor will it stop me from admiring your fair mountains.”

Both of them groaned as they could feel their chests ballooned. They cupped the other's bust and played with it and their hard nipples. Noticeable orbs formed on their chest, forcing them apart as they continued to expand like loaves of dough in the oven. With every centimeter added to their chests, more of their energy was zapped away from them, which was further enhanced by their actions. More of a bell shape became apparent to their busts. Their breasts finished growing when they had become a large D-cup to rival Xenovia and Irina's apple-sized busts.

Yae yawned and struggled to keep her eyes open. “So sleepy right now. Good thing you make such a nice pillow. Especially with those boobs.”

“Yes…Once we wake up, then we can continue our search for ways to get Issei’s attention.”

The two nuzzled against each other with faint smiles. Snores came from the pair as they snuggled closer to each other, taking comfort in the warmth of the other.

Epilogue

Yae and Raiden stared at themselves in the mirror, making sure their attire was perfect. On a second look, Yae noticed something was off about her leotard and adjusted it. Still, despite her efforts, they returned to their previous spot moments later.

“Do you think I could try and prop these breasts up a little more?”

Raiden scoffed. “Not without them popping out of there.”

"Yeah, you're right. Oh well, I can't argue with how nice it is. I'm sure it will be fine." Her face morphed into a nostalgic look ignoring the rest of the world as she thought about the past few months. “Hard to believe we are participating in a bunny girl competition, of all things. Things have certainly changed for us.”

Both of their magical abilities had been discovered by Issei and had joined his peerage not long afterward. Back then, they could only think of a good reason why they should not do it. The opportunities they had been given with their new physiology were too much for them to pass up on.

Yae giggled. “I have to admit I knew Issei knew how to have some fun, but I didn’t ever think it would ever lead to something like this. Though, I’m not going to complain. It means we can have all sorts of fun in the future and never have to worried about being bored.”

Both of them stared at the rest of their competition and admired the bunny suit clad forms of those around them. All of them had a body comparable to their own. Every one of them had their cleavage displayed in one way or another.

Yae smirked. “Do you think it would be possible to snag a few pictures? If I could get enough, I’m sure I could make a killing in the human world.”

“Perhaps. Though how much of it is just that? Do you perhaps have another reason why you want them?”

Miko grabbed Raiden’s boobs, who jumped, and her cheeks gained a slight dusting of pink. Raiden’s face twitched with every slight grope Yae did.

“Even if we aren’t the biggest here, I know the two of us will be able to get quite a few looks, especially if we do something like this. Do you think we would earn a few points if we did.”

“Some might take offense, but I will admit it is a possibility.”

“All’s fair in a competition and it wasn’t said anywhere in the rules that this isn’t legal I’m sure. And with how we look, it’s impossible to fail.”

Yae posed, and Raiden followed her example with a small smile.

“Ladies, the competition is about to begin! Please take your positions for the opening!”

As one, all of the bunny girls moved to take their spots by the sides of the stage. Yae wrapped her arms around Raiden’s shoulder as they joined the bunny line.

Yae said. “Well, it's time to put on a good show. Make sure to bounce your bust. With Issei being one of the judges something like this will earn us a couple of points.”

Raiden nodded her head, already planning to do so. Considering what she had seen and the rest of the people watching, it would be a good win if something like that happened.

‘Plus it would throw Yae off as well. Let’s see how she likes being on the receiving end for once.’