Technically yes

Stocking sighed as she rode shotgun in the pink hummer through the city, bored out of her mind, until she glances to the side, snickering that Panty was still wearing that stupid clown costume.

Panty could only look to her side of her sister continually scoffing at her for some reason.

“What? The hell’s so funny?” The blond said, annoyed at her sisters’ barely suppressed laughter. Stocking responded with just waving her hand, claiming, “Nothing. Just your stupid clown costume. What, were you planning on highlighting at the school party as the entertainment or something?”

Panty just looked confused and shrugged, explaining, “Like you’re the bitch to talk, miss Cowprint. At any rate, this is from a stupid prank the demons threw my way, I had it checked out and the Bozo-Gas should wear off later on. So for now, I’m trying my best to make myself continue as normal.”

Stocking merely rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissively, with Panty noticing that her sister was wearing a ring that didn’t seem to match the rest of her look, “Yeah, sure, it’s all normal.”

Panty’s eye sprung out in shock as she slammed down the brakes. Stocking smacked her face into the window as See-Through plowed into the back of a car. As a hostage that was stuck in the trunk of said car ran off screaming “Luckyyyy!”, Panty screamed as she looked down at herself, “HOW THE FUCK DID THIS STUFF GET ON ME?!”

Stocking, shaking her head to chase away the minor concussion, looked at her confused. “What? But I thought you said you got it from some Demon fart-gas or something?”

Panty could only shake her own head in turn as she said, “That’s what I remember, but something’s screaming at me that I wasn’t like this before! Like what I remember is some kind of cover story planted in there!”

Stocking only shook her head and replied, “Seems like you’re going nuts or something. One minute you’re ranting about having to be **** into those things, and the next you’re saying that you are not supposed to be in them?”

Panty grunted, backed up the vehicle, and drove onwards, knocking the other car away with nary a scratch on the angels’ own pink car.

“That’s exactly what’s going-!” Panty was interrupted as suddenly her hands unclasped the wheel and smacked right into her boobs, going into an intense session of fondling, despite losing control of the car.

Stocking gasped and tried to take control of the car by taking the wheel, but that only served to make them pummel right into a brick wall next to them.

“The fuck are you doing?!” After they both recovered, Stocking yelled at the blond, who was stil busy mauling her own decently sized bosom.

Panty gave her a baffled look in response, “Uh, what does it look like? I’m playing with my tits! We were on a straightaway so I decided to start fondling myself like always! What’s wrong with you?! You ran us off the road!” The See-Through burst out a spout of smoke from the engine, “And totalled my car!”

Stocking was honestly flummoxed, why did she think that was an acceptable thing to do? Sure her sister was a total slut, but not one to do something so out-of -the-blue stupid like that.

“Hmph! As if you got any there, anyway, they’re smaller than mine, so why bother?” Stocking said, just as her chest expanded to massive proportions, almost as big as her own head!

Panty was aghast at the huge melons dominating her front, stretching out the suspenders massively as she continued honking the high and firm tits. “Wh-what the fuck?! Stocking, did you do this?!”

Stocking grumbled annoyed as a crowd started to mill around the crash site, and she hopped out. “Look, you big titted pig, I don’t know what you’re talking about! You’re the one being the weirdo here, squeezing those giant boobs in my face every time! It’s like you can’t keep your hands off yourself!”

And with that phrasing, Panty’s hands stopped their incessent groping, relieved if not a little disappointed that she failed to get off before they stopped. Panty jumped out of the car as well, following Stocking as she tried regaining her balance, these new funbags were so jiggly!

Panty couldn’t understand it, every time Stocking said something, something weird happened. First she realized her clothes were a clown outfit when she said it was normal, then she said that Panty’s tits were smaller than hers, and then she said to get a hold of herself, so her hands stopped their fondling. It’s like things are happening to the opposite of what Stocking says.

Panty has no clue what causes it, but it’s definitely her somehow, and for some strange reason, Stocking is taking all this as if it was normal.

She pondered on how to go about this revelation. Is it just her, or is it anything she said that is affected. Doing her best to keep her boobs under control as she jogs up beside the gothette, she asks, “Hey, Stocking, what kind of clothes would you say I’m wearing right now?”

Stocking groaned, and Panty interjected with, “Humor me on this one.”

Stocking responded, “Ugh, if you must know, you look like a stupid clown. Not like it’s any different than normal.”

And just like that, the gawkers and Panty were shocked as they witnessed the clown clothes vanishing, becoming a glitzy-looking evening tube dress, tight against her body in a bright red, and barely holding her massive tits at bay within the cleavage it was sporting. Panty looked herself over in the reflective glass of a nearby store, admiring how classy she looked, stylish shades perched above her head, classy sash draping behind her and around her elbows, and well-perfected makeup.

Panty couldn’t help but emit a hiss of, “Yes~ No more clown~”

Stocking just looked at her confused, wondering what this clown business was about, before Panty excitedly hugged her sisters’ shoulders (Resulting in smushing her massive mammaries against her face), and pointed at a nearby old, balding businessman, asking, “Okay, okay, okay! Now say something about that guy! What do you think about them?”

Stocking grunted as she shoved Panty off, asking, “The fuck do you think I want to think about some guy? He’s just old, ugly and wearing a business suit!”

The guy changed then and there, as he became a stunningly beautiful her. The body waved around, warping into that of a gorgeous long-raven-haired bombshell, with a bod that most would be jealous of. The business suit changed around, becoming a rave girl’s outfit, with pigtails, some fuzzy leg warmers, fishnets, tight booty shorts, and a couple star pasties behind a fishnet top. Overall the look of a young, sexy, partygoer. She shrieked in surprise as she crouched down, trying to cover herself, “The hell just happened to me?!”

Stocking pouted as she put her hands on her hips, was everyone going crazy today? Panty giggled in excitement as she saw the boring dude change into a hot rave girl before her eyes, and tried to compose herself to give a good lie, “I *snrk* I dunno, she could’ve been a ghost in disguise or something~”

Stocking huffed as they continued walking in the vague direction of the school. If there’s one thing she’s not going to miss, it’s the party. Panty tried looking over, seeing what exactly would have caused this weird power to happen to her sister. All she could really see outside of the nonstandard cow costume was this weird rusty ring she was wearing. She really wasn’t the type to wear such a piece, so maybe…?

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Scanty could only continue to laugh as the limo continued driving over to the school, looking over at her blushing sister in the side seat further on in the vehicle.

“Oh, come on, Kneesocks, it was just a little fun that I triggered you back then, right?” Scanty said, running her thumb against the perfect band of metal on her ring finger.

Kneesocks only continued to pout, “No, it was not funny, sister. It was very rude of you to make me do such a thing. I thank you for removing the hypnotic trigger somehow, but I will not forgive you for triggering it!” Scanty could only smirk and said in a low voice, “Oh, you forgive me, and not only that, but you also decided to let me play with your boobs during the drive over~”

As soon as Scanty blinked, Kneesocks was right there in front of her, sitting in her lap with her inflated boobs in front of Scanty’s face. “Oh, you’re right, I can never be mad with you~ Now start playing with them before we get there.” and with that, she tore open her top, revealing vast expanses of braless crimson titflesh with cute pink nipples, super hard at the prospect of being groped.

Scanty only grinned and began motorboating in delight of her sisters’ huge gazongas that she gave her, as her sister moaned in response, hands on Scanty’s as Scanty used her own to press her boobs into her face more.

“Oh! OOHHH! Oh Hell! That feels too good!” the ponytailed demon moans, right after Scanty mumbled about her boobs being super sensitive while within the valley of pleasure, “I bet that that blond angel plays with hers all the time if it feels this good!”

Scanty felt some concern as she gasped out of Kneesocks’ cleavage, feeling the ring heat up from a truth she had not given. She spied it was likely because her sisters’ hand was on the ring as well. Oh dear.

Scanty yanked her hands away like she had been burned, making Kneesocks look at her in confusion.

Scanty looked around nervously just as the limo screeched to a halt by the back entrance to the hall where the party was to be held. Kneesocks nods that, “Oh, you stopped because we were here, fair enough.” as she buttons up her shirt again and steps out of the limo, leaving Scanty sighing with relief as she did the same, excited for the party to go down and announce them as the new deans of the school.

The Demon Sisters were in for a huge surprise as they stepped through the doors to the fully arranged party. What they thought was supposed to be a classy affair was a huge surprise as many things happened to look wrong to their eyes. The place looked like some kind of classy barnyard themed gala. With adornments like hay bales and farm tools lining the wall, people all mumbling nervously to each other as they all found themselves in sexy animal costumes, wondering how they ended up dressed like this.

But this was not all, as the moment Kneesocks stepped in as well, her standard uniform shifted to a sexy animal costume too.

Meanwhile, Kneesocks was dressed in a fluffy woolen string bikini, some leg warmers and separated sleeves also of the same wool, black gloves and high heels, and a Bo Peep bonnet tied to the top of her head with a bell choker around her neck.

They both shrieked in surprise, drawing some eyes towards them as Scanty yoinked Kneesocks behind the nearest hay bale.

Kneesocks was blushing furiously now that her face was practically glowing, patting herself down to see if the ensemble was real. Scanty was grabbing the side of her head, trying to wrestle her brain with a memory of if she said anything weird that might’ve caused this. But even then, Kneesocks noted in her now panicked ramblings of why didn’t Scanty get an outfit too.

Scanty might have just realised something the moment she said it, but tried to not let Kneesocks catch on as she whispered, “I know why this happened.” And suddenly everything made sense the moment she heard the voice of Stocking Anarchy in her head saying something to result in what’s happening now.

Her anger was slightly boiling over now that she realized everything, but not sure how it happened.

Just as she thought, she ordered two rings, but one got lost in transit. And one was currently in holy hands.

Well, this was going to be an annoying day after all.