Slipping and Sliding on Yotsuba Island

I could barely think, barely breathe. Alvida had changed.

Not just a little—completely.

Her old, hulking, monstrous body was gone. In its place was something unreal—smooth, flawless skin, curves sculpted by the gods themselves.

My pants hit the grass before I even thought about it, my cock swinging free as I moved toward her. I reached down and pulled my sack away from where it had stuck to my thigh, letting it hang loose as I ran over.

"Whoooaa… So smooth…" I muttered, running my hands over her.

Alvida grinned, shifting slightly under my touch. "Watch it… that tickles!"

I didn’t care. I was too busy worshiping her.

My hands glided along her perfect waist, her unreal, silky thighs, her massive, perky tits. But something was off. Every time I tried to grip her, my fingers slid right off.

"What the hell?" I muttered, grabbing for her hips again—only for my hands to glide off like I was trying to hold onto a wet fish.

Alvida’s smirk faltered. "What the hell is going on?"

Then, her footing gave way.

"I keep slipping!"

She yelped as she lost balance completely, her perfect, bare ass hitting the grass hard.

That should have been it.

But no.

Instead of stopping, she kept sliding.

"T-Tsujo?! What’s happening?!"

Alvida’s arms flailed, her massive tits bouncing wildly as she skidded down the hill, her body gliding over the grass like she was riding an invisible sled.

I just stood there, eyes wide, watching my naked, impossibly hot captain skid away from me against her will.

She finally caught a tuft of grass, her body jerking to a stop as she clung to it like a lifeline.

Panting, she stared at her own hands.

"The fruit…" she whispered.

My breath hitched. Right. The Devil Fruit.

Alvida’s green eyes darted back to me, full of confusion. "Is that what’s causing this? I can’t feel any friction under my feet when I try to stand. Is that what this is?"

I took a shaky step toward her, my cock bobbing slightly, still rock hard, still trying to process the insanity of what I’d just witnessed.

"I guess so. I’ve never felt such smooth, flawless skin in my life… Maybe we can call it the Sube Sube no Mi?"

"That works."

Alvida braced herself, pushing up onto her hands and knees, only to immediately slip and faceplant into the grass with a loud "Guh!"

I snorted.

"Pfft—hah! You alright there, Captain?"

I bit my lip hard to keep from laughing as she tried again, her thick, curvy ass sticking up in the air, wobbling like a gelatinous work of art as she attempted to get some leverage, her huge tits hanging down and dragging against the grass and bouncing wildly.

"Damn it!" she growled, her voice part frustration, part embarrassment as she scrambled once more, her feet slipping beneath her.

She was like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time—if baby deer had tits big enough to smack them in the face every time they moved.

I couldn’t help but stare, watching as her perfect, naked body rippled and jiggled with every failed attempt to get up.

She gritted her teeth, grabbing at her thighs—only to have her own hands slip right off her skin.

"Oh, come on!" she snapped. "How the hell do I turn this off?!"

She tried again, her thick thighs tensing, her abs flexing, her full tits bouncing uncontrollably as she finally managed to get one knee under herself.

Then—SLIP!

She landed on her ass again, her massive chest jiggling violently from the impact.

I wheezed, clutching my stomach.

"You are the least graceful woman I have ever seen!"

Alvida took a deep breath, rolling her shoulders.

"Alright, fine. I ain't some clumsy fool. If this is my power now, I'm gonna master it."

She shifted her focus, planting her feet again—this time more carefully.

And then, like something clicked, she stopped slipping.

I watched, brow furrowed, as she rose to her feet—slow, controlled, deliberate.

Her green eyes narrowed.

"Huh… I think I get it."

She lifted a foot—then set it back down. No slipping.

Her lips curled.

"Looks like I can turn it off if I think about it."

I blinked. "Just like that?"

She gave me a cocky smirk. "Guess I’m just a genius like that."

Then, her smirk widened.

Before I could question it, she kicked off the ground—and suddenly, she was gliding.

"Whoa—!"

She didn’t just stop slipping—she had figured out how to use it.

Alvida skated across the glen, her bare feet gliding over the grass like she was on ice, her tits bouncing in time with each smooth motion.

She looped around me, picking up speed, her long legs shifting effortlessly as she swayed, weaving through the open space.

Her confidence grew with every second.

What had started as clumsy, awkward stumbling had now become controlled, fluid motion.

She spun, her hips swaying as she came to a stop directly in front of me, hands on her curvy, perfect hips.

I swallowed hard.

I had been watching her the whole time.

And yeah, I was jerking myself off.

Alvida noticed immediately.

Her grin widened.

"Well, well, well…" she purred, skating a slow, wide circle around me. "Seems like someone’s enjoying the show."

I gritted my teeth, my hand slowing on my cock as I tried to act like I hadn’t just been fully transfixed on her ass jiggling while she learned to skate around like some naked goddess.

"Can you blame me?" I muttered, giving her body another long once-over. "You’re literally the hottest woman I’ve ever seen."

Alvida preened, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder.

"Flawless, huh?" she mused, posing deliberately, her hands tracing down her own stomach.

Then she laughed, sliding effortlessly toward me.

But just as I reached out to touch her, she smirked at me, winked, and pushed off, skating away with a playful laugh.

I groaned, watching her glide around the glen, her naked body gleaming in the moonlight.

"Tease," I muttered, but I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face.