Rose's Corruption

Chapter 1

Miracle Saint, Miracle Rose--the enemy of all demons. She stopped countless of their monsters and defeated them soundly. Each week, they hatched new plans to invade the human world, but the Miracle Saint foiled them all.

One such demon, Silva von Lazulum, sat in a small cafe.

She tapped one finger against the table, and a vein pulsed on her forehead. Just thinking about the dastardly saintess sent her blood pressure rising. For years, they'd been pushed around by so-called 'heroines', but Miracle Rose was the worst of them all.

After her appearance two years prior, the Miracle Saint cut down Silva's brethren like sheep to the slaughter. No matter how many times they attacked the human world, she was there to stop them.

(However, that will change soon enough...) Silva thought to herself, and a smile spread to her lips. (Every heroine has a secret identity, and at last, I've discovered yours, Miracle Rose-!)

"Uhm, would you like anything else today?" A waitress stopped by Silva's table. "We have specialty bagels half off today."

Silva glanced up at the human, she appeared normal, but there was no telling for sure. Even this ordinary waitress could secretly be one of the heroines that smite down demons.

(I should keep my cover, for now.) Silva thought to herself, and she nodded at the waitress.

"Ah, my tea has gotten cold, could I get some more hot water?" She put on a pleasant smile, beaming up at her, and the waitress blushed.

Silva was a Succubus-type demon. She could seduce men with only a glance, and even women weren't immune to her charms. As she smiled up at the waitress, Silva noted the blush reaching up to her ears.

"O-Of course, I'll go get some right away." She typed the order into her digital pad, then scurried off to the kitchens.

On the outside, Silva appeared as a normal human woman, but that was only because it was the form she decided to take on. Her true appearance was that of a silver-haired, blue-skinned demon.

(This form is more convenient for undercover missions, though.)

Silva glanced at the window next to her table. The glass reflected a dark-haired human where she sat. The only commonality to her demonic form was her red irises, plentiful breasts, and well-tended looks.

She was taking a chance by leaving herself so beautiful. Supposedly, only supermodels in this world held such beauty, but this was the bare minimum for a succubus of her caliber. She wouldn't tolerate sullying her good looks any further.

(A smile takes you far in this world. In the very least, this is beneficial to my mission.) Silva thought to herself.

She was undercover in the human world to gather information. If they couldn't win through brute force, Demons had to do what they did best--subterfuge. By hiding amongst the weakling humans, she could gain access to places and information unavailable to demons normally.

(All thanks to this appearance, I've finally learned Miracle Rose's secret identity. At last, we Demons will have the upper hand.)

Silva had to smile at how well her mission was going. She couldn't believe how quickly she'd been able to discover the weakness of the so-called 'heros'.

Each one of them transformed to obtain the power to fight the demons. In their day-to-day life, however, they were just as weak as an average human, and they lived among them in secret.

(Now that I've learned the true identity of 'Miracle Rose', there is nothing we have to fear.)

A giddy feeling rose in Silva's chest, and a small laugh escaped her lips. The more she thought about how she could now torment their greatest enemy--Miracle Rose--the better she felt.

"Just wait, Rose. Once I'm done with you, you'll never be able to smite another demon.... Muhahahaha. MUHAHAHAHA!"

"Uhm, I brought the hot water." The waitress returned with a fresh cup, interrupting Silva's evil laugh. "There is also a fresh tea-bag, if you'd like."

"Oh, thank you very much." Silva bowed her head, thanking the human.

(I gotta be careful. I can't start my evil monologue just yet, the show has only just begun.)

Chapter 2

Silva stood at the side of a busy street.

Countless humans passed by in front of her, but she was looking for only one. Through narrowed eyes, she scanned the crowd, checking the faces of each that passed by. The true Miracle Rose, the person behind the heroine's identity, took this street back from work.

(She should be walking by any minute now.) Silva thought to herself, then she spotted her. (There!)

"Excuse me, would you like to try a sample of our new skin cream?" Silva stepped forward, offering a travel-sized bottle of lotion to a passerby.

The woman she reached out to had ordinary looks, and her drab brown hair blended into a charcoal gray suit. She looked weaker than weak, and Silva had a hard time believing she was truly the Miracle Saint, but all her research led to this.

"Ah, no thank you." The woman shook her head, and she pressed on down the street.

Silva narrowed her eyes, but her smile only widened at the rejection. "Actually, this skin cream makes your breasts grow bigger."

The businesswoman stopped in her tracks. She'd only made it a few paces away when Silva added the second part.

Any normal person would have laughed off such a claim. However, Silva had researched this woman well. She often bought sketchy products in hopes of making her breasts larger.

(That's right, this woman has a severe complex about her flat chest!) Silva shouted triumphantly in her head, and as the woman turned back, a shudder of satisfaction rushed through her. (Humans can never resist when you dangle their desires before them.)

"Uhm, perhaps you could tell me more about this cream." The woman stepped back up to Silva, breathing heavily. "Is that true? Can it really make my breasts grow?"

"That's right," she replied with a smile. "It even made mine grow this big."

Silva lowered one hand to her chest. She wore a pants suit, but her inner blouse had a low cut, and it exposed ample cleavage. With two fingers, she traced down the valley of her breasts and rubbed along the hem of her bra, which peaked out around her cleavage.

"Really... It made yours that big..." The woman stared at her chest, and the blush in her cheeks turned a dark crimson. "I'll take three bottles!"

"Ah haha..." Silva gave an awkward laugh. (I didn't expect her to give in this easily!?)

She had thoroughly researched this woman. She knew fetishes even Rose herself wasn't aware she had. Her fixation on breasts was only one part of an extensive psychological profile Silva had on her, but she could have never imagined her to be so gullible.

"Actually, we only have samples right now. All our stock is sold out, but if you come by tomorrow, we'll have more," Silva said. (I only made this one bottle of cream!)

"Ah, if that's the case..." The business woman lowered her eyes to the travel-sized bottle. "Is that enough to hold me off until tomorrow?"

"Of course!" Silva smiled and offered the small bottle of lotion. "You can have it. We'll await your real purchase tomorrow."

"Thank you!" Her expression brightened, and she accepted the bottle. "I'm in a bit of a rush to get home, but I'll come by earlier tomorrow!"

(I'll look forward to it...) Silva thought to herself and waved goodbye. "Take care until then."

She saw off the normal-looking business woman with a smile, watching her disappear into a crowd. For several long seconds, Silva stared into the distance, and it took all her effort to not break into a sadistic laugh.

(Unfortunately, that lotion doesn't grow your breasts at all. It's merely an aphrodisiac that increases your sensitivity, but I doubt you'll care. Once you taste the pleasure it brings, you'll be back regardless of its true efficacy.)

"Ah, are you offering free samples?" Someone else stepped out of the crowd, but Silva shook her head.

"Get lost." She stepped into her side-shop and slammed down the metal girder, closing business for the day.

Chapter 3

Elizabeth Rose hummed to herself.

She returned home with a skip in her step, carrying a small bottle of lotion. It was probably a scam, but she could never pass up an opportunity to try a new product. If there was any chance to get a larger chest, she would take it.

(I wonder if I'll ever get as big as that saleswoman..?) She thought to herself.

The woman who gave her the lotion was a real beauty. Her features were fair and so natural looking, she couldn't tell what was makeup and what was her natural glow.

A small heat filled Rose's cheeks as she thought back to that moment. The saleswoman had placed one hand on her chest, and as her fingers traced down the valley of her cleavage, it had made her heart pound like never before.

She never could take her eyes off women with larger chests. Her staring became a bad habit a few years back, and it had only gotten worse with time. Whether it be jealousy or something else, she found the sight captivating.

(Especially that pretty saleswoman... Her chest was the most captivating of all!)

Rose's breathing grew heavy, and the memories flashed through her mind in a loop. When she spoke to her, the saleswoman leaned forward, giving a better view of her chest. Rose could still remember the sight down the middle of them. Through the gap between the saleswoman's two breasts, she could even see the lower band of her bra.

"Ah, this is no good. I'm getting flushed just thinking about it." Rose sat down on her bed and she fanned her face. However, no amount of fanning could relieve the warmth between her legs or the excitement stiffening inside her nipples.

"It's a bit early in the day for this, but let's get started, shall we?" Rose scooched further back on her bed, and she popped open the top of the bottle.

The cream was pale, like most lotion, and it had a slightly floral scent. She squirted some out onto her hand, and began to rub it between her palms, warming up the oily lotion.

"Even if you're just ordinary skin cream, this should be fun..." With flushed cheeks, Rose slipped her hands underneath her shirt, and she enveloped her tiny breasts in her lotioned hands.

(Ah! I can never get over this feeling.) She rubbed the cream into her breasts and shuddered. A chill ran down her spine, but a shaky smile rose to her lips. With small circles, she massaged her chest and tiny ripples of pleasure emanated out from beneath her fingers.

When she reached her nipples, the satisfaction blossomed tenfold as her fingers traced around her areola. With her nails, she flicked up over the peak of the stiff protrusions, then enveloped them in her palms. Each small shift of her lotioned hands drew mewling moans from her lips, and her eyes fell into a half-lidded lull.

"This is heaven... Oh?" As Rose played with her chest, her eyes shot open. "It feels a bit different this time."

She had tried countless lotions before, and she knew what her breasts felt like on an instinctual level, but they felt more sensitive suddenly. As the cream absorbed into her skin, the pleasure swelled in her chest.

(This feels even better than normal!) Rose tightened her grip on her tiny breasts, and her back arched. A shuddering breath left her lips, and her toes curled inside her loafers.

"Hurry... I gotta hurry up and get these clothes off..."

Rose kicked off her shoes and she wiggled off her pencil skirt. Up above, she shrugged off her jacket and pulled her blouse up over her head. Thankfully, she wasn't wearing a bra, but when she went to take off her panties, she hesitated.

(I can't believe I'm this wet already...) With bright red cheeks, she stared down at the front of her panties. A large vertical stain traced down the bottom of them, marking her arousal clearly.

Since she had met the pretty saleswoman, she had felt something was off down there, but to see it so plainly left her speechless. The sight of her own excitement sent a chill down her back.

Rose peeled away her panties, and she laughed under her breath, staring at the inside. "I'm glad I got tissues..."

She wiped herself down and cleaned up the mess between her legs, but her heart beat only got faster. As the lotion seeped deeper into her sensitive breasts, her anticipation grew higher and her blushing cheeks only grew hotter.

(Forget a towel, I'll throw the sheets into the wash later!)

Rose abandoned all sense of reason and laid back in bed. She hadn't even closed the curtains to her room, but she didn't care any more. Her breasts screamed out for attention.

With two fingers, she traced up the underside of her breasts and she squeezed her nipples between her fore and middle fingers. However, even as she pinched the sensitive protrusions, and even as pleasure rippled out from the peaks of her chest, it wasn't enough.

She switched positions and roughly squeezed her tiny breasts, working them in her hands. They weren't much bigger than the palm of her hands, but their tiny size only amplified their sensitivity and made them easier to squeeze. With more power than she intended to use, Rose gripped them in her hands, and she clenched her breasts tight.

(This is better than heaven!) She thought to herself, and her back arched off the bed.

Each forceful squeeze of her hands worked the lotion deeper into her breasts, and the sensitivity grew more pronounced. She could feel every inch of her chest all at once, and the tighter she groped herself, the better it felt.

"More... More..." Rose glanced at the bottle of lotion. There wasn't much, it was only a travel-sized sample, but she squirted a fresh dollop into her hands. "This cream is the real thing... I can feel it."

She rubbed the fresh lotion into her chest and shuddered. Her eyes fluttered as a wave of pleasure rippled out of her breasts, and a tingle of satisfaction echoed between her legs. Despite only focusing on her chest, warmth spread to her sex and her core clenched reflexively.

(I've never felt a nipple orgasm come this quickly, but...) "Ahn!"

Rose cried out as it washed over her. A wave of pleasure higher than all the others crashed through between her legs. Sparks of satisfaction rippled through her brain, and her mouth opened into a silent moan at the feeling.

Deeper and deeper, she continued to rub the skin cream into her breasts, and her body pushed into one climax after another. Her breasts had never felt so good in her life, but each orgasm left her wanting more, stoking her arousal even higher.

"More lotion..." Rose whispered the words under her breath, and she reached for the bottle again. She squirted a fresh dollop into her palms and rubbed it back into her chest.

The cream was cold, and she didn't bother to warm it up, but her smile widened at the feeling. The tingling heat between her legs grew even higher, and her sensitivity spiked once more.

(Whatever is in this lotion, it's amazing.) Rose giggled to herself, then her hips bucked. "Ahn!"

As she rubbed the third layer of lotion over her breasts, the pleasure sharply rose. Her eyes fluttered, and she clenched her thighs together, moaning. It felt like the pleasure had no limit, and her head swam with euphoria.

Her fingers kneaded against the soft mounds of her chest, working the lotion deep into her skin, and a shaky smile rose to her lips. Before she knew it, her eyes fell closed, and she relaxed into the bed, rubbing her chest endlessly.

Between her legs, her sex spasmed with each shift of her fingers. Orgasms crashed through her hips and left her mind in a daze. However, even as their intensity grew, Rose's urges only flared higher with each climax.

She crossed her legs and let out a moan, tightening her grip on her chest. With slow deliberate movements, she drew her fingers up the small mounds of her chest and pinched down around her nipples, sending her into the largest orgasm yet.

"Ahnmmmghhh!" Rose screamed out as the pleasure swelled in her sex. She forgot all about containing her voice, or even who might see her through the open blinds.

Her back arched and insides clenched as she rode the enormous wave of the orgasm. Then, she passed the crest, and smaller waves rippled through her hips. Each after tremor felt even better than her normal orgasms, and her moans only grew in volume as she felt them ripple through her sex.

"Ah! Ngh! Mnhh!!!" Rose hips rocked up and down, then she collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily. (This lotion is kinda dangerous...)

She glanced back at the bottle, which was already half empty. A small shudder of fear washed through her at the sight. She didn't remember using that much, and with a pounding heart, she picked up the bottle.

"I didn't read the instructions... What if you aren't supposed to use this much at once?" Rose wiped the sweat from her brow, pushing her hair from her face, and she turned the lotion bottle over, looking for the instructions.

(Ah, here they are. Instructions for daily use...)

Rose looked at the fine print on the label, trying to read it. Her mind still felt foggy from the intense orgasms, and she struggled to focus her eyes on the words, but she managed to read it.

"Use once daily for a larger chest. Use twice daily for an even larger chest, and each application after that will increase cup size by one."

She blinked at the words in surprise, then laughed under her breath. (Isn't it telling me to use as much as I want?)

For someone like her, who barely had breasts at all, she ought to have been able to use as much as she wished. Especially if she wanted to catch up to that pretty saleswoman, she would need to use a lot of this lotion.

A giggle escaped Rose's lips, and she smiled at the bottle. (One more time shouldn't hurt... I'll use a bit more, then stop for tonight.)

A shiver ran down her back at the thought. Each time she used the lotion, her arousal and sensitivity spiked sharply, and this time would be no different. If she applied the lotion again, she would reach higher heights of pleasure than she'd ever felt before.

Even more than the idea of getting a larger chest, the thought of the orgasms to come was intoxicating, and Rose's eyes fell to a half-lidded lull.

She turned the bottle over in her hands and squirted it directly onto her chest. As the cold lotion spurt down onto her breasts, goosebumps rose on her skin, but her smile widened at the feeling.

(More... I need more...) She crumpled up the bottle, squeezing out the lotion until it was completely empty. (I need more of this feeling.)

Her hands rubbed in the lotion, and a sickening shudder ran through her body. Her sensitivity rose sharply, and her arousal burned hot through her body. It felt like a fever, except she'd never had a fever that felt so good.

Rose's moans grew in volume as she rubbed her chest. That night, the neighboring apartment raised noise complaints, but nothing could stop her. Even after she ran out of lotion, she massaged her chest deep into the witching hours, pushing herself into one orgasm after another.

Chapter 4

Rose awoke to the annoying sound of her alarm clock, and she shot up in bed.

Beneath her, the sheets were soaked in sweat, and her bangs matted her forehead. She looked around, and when she saw herself in the mirror, Rose gasped.

"My chest..." She jumped out of bed and ran up to a small personal mirror she kept on her dresser. Using it, she looked down at her chest, and her heart beat in her chest.

(My chest... It hasn't changed at all!) It was just as small as it had been the previous night.

A wave of disappointment crashed through her as she looked at her tiny breasts. The only change was in her nipples, which stood oddly erect. They pushed out of the peak of her chest as if to spite her wishes for larger breasts.