Check on WAR HQ

Back at the WAR headquarters, the group's keenest minds are working on clothing substitutes to protect the dignity of the female student body. At the head of this endeavor is none other than WAR's faculty advisor, a small-breasted, round-faced eastern woman named Jenny. Wearing nothing but her glasses, Jenny sits at the head of her table, overseeing her naked think-tank as they go about spinning their magics over a slender, pink-haired tomboy named Nat.

At her cue, they all direct as much power as they can over the girl's body. Nat looks down at herself, watching as a set of black bars materialize over her private areas. She tries to touch them, finding them to be entirely immaterial, but nonetheless effective in concealing her girly bits. She flashes a smile and a thumbs-up at Jenny.

Then there's a pop and a fizzle, and the black bars vanish in a spray of sparks. Nat's face screws up as she feels the sharp discharge of magical energy sending a burning tingle across her most sensitive regions. She doubles up, once again completely exposed.

"Dammit!" says Nat. "It's no good! Raider's magic is just too powerful!"

"Every magic can be undone!" insists Jenny. "We just need to try again!"

"Can't we take a break? That's the fifth time my nipples got shocked, and I need to recover."

"No breaks! We need a solution now, because if we go out there with our bodies on display, he wins!"

"Well, maybe it's time for somebody else to play guinea pig, at least."

"I need everyone else with me. Sorry, Nat, but you're the only one who isn't, you know, scientifically-minded."

"Did you just call me stupid?"

"Not overtly, no. It is what it is, Nat; I need every bit of power I can get here, and--"

Jenny's first warning that something is amiss comes from the screams of her lab team as they grab their bodies and run into hiding. She spins around in her chair, crossing her hands over her tiny breasts as she sees that you and Daisy have entered the room.

"Hi, ladies!" you say. "You're looking lovely today. Won't be a minute, I just wanted to come up here and check on Jennifer. It's been a while since I last saw her naked, after all, and I daresay she's long overdue for a good spanking."

Jenny blanches at the prospect, and gets up to make a run for it. You close the gap in two strides and take her under the arm.

"What's it been?" you say. "Three years since you graduated from student to faculty, and suddenly became off-limits?"

"Raider, I'm warning you..." she says.

"Hey, what's this?" you say.

You turn Jenny around, getting a good look at her ass. Printed on her buttocks are a pair of doodles, one on the left cheek, the other on the right. The characters depicted here are familiar to you.

"It's nothing!" says Jenny. "The magic of your curse is just trying to humiliate me more!"

"It's a drawing she did," says Nat, not feeling terribly generous towards Jennifer at the moment. "While most of us just got embarrassing slogans and one-liners on our tiny titties and whatnot, your curse apparently thought it would be funnier to translate one of Jenny's own drawings from her notebook onto her butt."

"But that's her and me, isn't it?" you say.

"It is," says Nat.

"Are we making out?" you say.

"Yeah," says Nat. "Make her walk, and the motion of her ass cheeks really makes it look like the two of you are going at it."

"Wow!" you say. "Jenny, have you been carrying a torch for me all this time?"

Jenny is an even brighter shade of red than usual, trying to hide her face and body at the same time.

"That is supes cute!" you say. "Anyway, let's get busy giving you three years' worth of spankings."