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[Name: Hina Tsubasa
Age: 13
Height: 132cm
School: Seien Girls' Academy
Favorite Subject: History
Least Favorite Subject: PE
Hobbies: Shoujo Manga, Sewing, Cooking
Family: Single mother, older sister.]
Haa... nngh, haaaa, please...
[Hina's a quiet girl. Most of her classmates don't pay any attention to her, except when they need help on tests. She's intelligent, focused, but not much for conversation. The other girls tend to think of her as cold, though they all agree she's very adorable, with how small she is. Well-read enough to rattle off facts about history by herself, but a little hopeless when it comes to things like running. She has a weak immune system, some of the girls whisper about.
But she has a secret none of them know.]
Nngh, please, please... it feels weird...
[She's a magical girl. Defender of the city, bringer of love and hope. She's so happy to help people, so eager to be a heroine. It's like something out of her manga. Her outfit's so cute, too. But the other day - after just a few months of her routine - she lost. And the villain that beat her did... something? To her.]
Weird, weird, weiiiirddd...
[She's well-read enough, independent enough, to know what sex is, have what she feels is a functioning grasp of it. She only has a child's understanding of it, of course, but it's more than still thinking the stork does it. But that makes these thoughts even harder to deal with.
It had been three weeks and a day ago, now. What had started as a few dreams, something not even unfamiliar to her, had turned into... into...]
Still not, still not... nooo...
[Hina desperately rubbing herself in a bathrorom on some never used floor of the school. Her mind's a wreck. All this narration, but Hina's thoughts right now are using words she's hardly ever seen before - cock is a big one. She's desperate for things she barely understands, her small body trembling with need. Her panties are soaked through to uselessness, as they always are these days, and she couldn't even focus in class, even though it was History. The History teacher is one of the two male teachers at the school, an older man, broadly built. Hina had imagined him picking her up and -]
Nngh... noo...
[So she'd escaped to a bathroom, started rubbing herself raw, but today's even worse than usual. No matter how much she rubs, she can't - she just can't get herself off. It's crushing.
What had the man said, when he'd put that mark on her? A mark that now spreads from just above her crotch to her hips, black and heart-shaped.
'Meet me in the alley behind your school when the curse is too much.'
She stands up, shakily, from the floor of the bathroom stall, takes a deep breath, focuses on the magic. It's so far away, now, buried beneath layers and layers of arousal - the outfit forms around her, slowly, struggling to get out. She gasps at the exertion of it.
At least she's finally transformed.]
Please, let this...
[She tries to open a mirror - her power, is mirrors, things she can step between, things she can imitate, that sort of thing. She wants to open a mirror here and a mirror in that alley, teleport there, but she can't. No matter how much she tries to remember how, it doesn't come to her hazy mind.
She doesn't even feel faster, more agile, like she usually does. She stumbles out of the bathroom, clinging her thighs together in her magical girl outfit, stumbles down the stairs and towards one of the side railings, then down that. At least everyone's in class.
Finally, she makes it to the alley and collapses against one of the walls, breathing deep, glancing up at the sky as she tries to remember what it was like before her breath felt so hot.]
Age: 13
Height: 132cm
School: Seien Girls' Academy
Favorite Subject: History
Least Favorite Subject: PE
Hobbies: Shoujo Manga, Sewing, Cooking
Family: Single mother, older sister.]
Haa... nngh, haaaa, please...
[Hina's a quiet girl. Most of her classmates don't pay any attention to her, except when they need help on tests. She's intelligent, focused, but not much for conversation. The other girls tend to think of her as cold, though they all agree she's very adorable, with how small she is. Well-read enough to rattle off facts about history by herself, but a little hopeless when it comes to things like running. She has a weak immune system, some of the girls whisper about.
But she has a secret none of them know.]
Nngh, please, please... it feels weird...
[She's a magical girl. Defender of the city, bringer of love and hope. She's so happy to help people, so eager to be a heroine. It's like something out of her manga. Her outfit's so cute, too. But the other day - after just a few months of her routine - she lost. And the villain that beat her did... something? To her.]
Weird, weird, weiiiirddd...
[She's well-read enough, independent enough, to know what sex is, have what she feels is a functioning grasp of it. She only has a child's understanding of it, of course, but it's more than still thinking the stork does it. But that makes these thoughts even harder to deal with.
It had been three weeks and a day ago, now. What had started as a few dreams, something not even unfamiliar to her, had turned into... into...]
Still not, still not... nooo...
[Hina desperately rubbing herself in a bathrorom on some never used floor of the school. Her mind's a wreck. All this narration, but Hina's thoughts right now are using words she's hardly ever seen before - cock is a big one. She's desperate for things she barely understands, her small body trembling with need. Her panties are soaked through to uselessness, as they always are these days, and she couldn't even focus in class, even though it was History. The History teacher is one of the two male teachers at the school, an older man, broadly built. Hina had imagined him picking her up and -]
Nngh... noo...
[So she'd escaped to a bathroom, started rubbing herself raw, but today's even worse than usual. No matter how much she rubs, she can't - she just can't get herself off. It's crushing.
What had the man said, when he'd put that mark on her? A mark that now spreads from just above her crotch to her hips, black and heart-shaped.
'Meet me in the alley behind your school when the curse is too much.'
She stands up, shakily, from the floor of the bathroom stall, takes a deep breath, focuses on the magic. It's so far away, now, buried beneath layers and layers of arousal - the outfit forms around her, slowly, struggling to get out. She gasps at the exertion of it.
At least she's finally transformed.]
Please, let this...
[She tries to open a mirror - her power, is mirrors, things she can step between, things she can imitate, that sort of thing. She wants to open a mirror here and a mirror in that alley, teleport there, but she can't. No matter how much she tries to remember how, it doesn't come to her hazy mind.
She doesn't even feel faster, more agile, like she usually does. She stumbles out of the bathroom, clinging her thighs together in her magical girl outfit, stumbles down the stairs and towards one of the side railings, then down that. At least everyone's in class.
Finally, she makes it to the alley and collapses against one of the walls, breathing deep, glancing up at the sky as she tries to remember what it was like before her breath felt so hot.]
