Daten City Rock 1

(This story-RP series is based from the series Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt. Themes of weight gain are present.)

Brief sighed as he was dropped off by his father's limo at school. "Another day, another-what?"

And Daten City High school was...drastically different than before. It used to have graffiti and litter on the front lawn. But now everything is cleaned up! No vandalism, no trash. There's even marble statues donning the walkway to the front door!

And the students were...wearing school uniforms? But wasn't the high school a public institution?

"What's going on here..." He murmured to himself. The orange haired boy then saw another large limo appeared and a flying red carpet came rolling out at high speeds. Brief yelled as he jumped out of the way, and people began to salute. He looked up, and saw a dark dress, long blue-white striped stockings and-

"Eh..." Oh god he was looking up someone's skirt. He got himself right up and was ramrod still beside this girl.

With a scowl, school idol Stocking Anarchy removed her sunglasses and beheld a vastly different sight then she had yesterday.

"What the fuck...?"

Compared to the sea of ironed white uniforms that filled her field of vision, her appearance clashed as a perfect contrast.  Her standard gothic lolita dress that she wore for most day to day life was like night to the day of blindingly bright attire that formed the student body, made all the more drastic by the way outfit clung to the huge chest that made her Daten High's male population's favorite part of attending class.  Speaking of which, there should be applause and screaming to welcome, but all these stiffs acted like they had a stick shoved three feet up their asses with all this saluting.  Everywhere she looked, she became more and more fed up with this new disgusting order that was ruining her school, until her eyes caught sight of the green jumpsuit next to her.

"Hey you, nerd.  Tell me what the fuck happened here.  Now."

"Uhhh...your guess is as good as mine...I just got here" Brief said nervously. He was caught off guard by how crass she was! But...she did have a larger chest. Plus thighs to boot! How come he never noticed her much?

Then he saw two feet step out of the limo.

Shapely legs, one clad in white kneesocks, the other bare, came into view, before two girls clad in uniform stepped out onto the sidewalk.  They seemed absolutely gorgeous in every sense of the word, with flawless skin, slender yet curvy figures, and...red skin?  Their faces were beautiful, and there appeared to be horns poking out of their luxuriously maintained hair.  The pair struck a refined pose, as the assembled crowd arose in a single unified voice.

"Good morning, President Scanty.  Good morning, President Kneesocks."

The pair sighed in satisfaction, clearly pleased with this new state of affairs.

"The renovations are beautiful, aren't they, Miss Kneesocks?"

"Indeed, they're absolutely breathtaking, Sister."

They took in the view, smiles of triumph adorning their faces as they surveyed the order that they had created....except for those two ugly splotches of color amidst their uniformed paradise.

"You two, Class A-1, Stocking Anarchy, and Class L-1, Briefers Rock, why are you two out of uniform?  Explain yourselves, at once."  Kneesocks called to them, her voice dripping the authority.

Brief froze up at him being identified. "W-W-Well...I just got better. I had a cold you see and I just came back...and then all of a sudden this comes up!" He said, trying to make his case. "I was totally uninformed!" He gulped, noticing how beautiful yet...controlling those two were. He looked down, feeling uneasy under her gaze.

"Oh?  Well my sister and I are both happy that you've made a full recovery.  In light of the circumstances, you will receive a reduced punishment of a week's detention.  Ignorance is no excuse for breaking the rules."  Kneesocks drew out the last word, her tone informing him that there was no room for appeal.  "And what about you, miss?  Why would you forgo your academy's new uniform for this ill-fitting gothic lolita and tacky stockings?"

"First of all, there's nothing tacky about my outfit.  Second, no one told me about this snorefest of a uniform, and even if they did, I'd rather die then wear those dried jizz-colored rags your two are in.  So why don't you two run along and rub some ointment on your faces?  I think your ass-rashes might be spreading."  Stocking's eyes burned with defiance, a magnificent fuck-you adorning her right hand.

The two looked at one another, nodding seriously before Scanty pulled a cord that seemed to appear out of thin air.  From some unseen source, a mountain of papers buried the foul-mouthed angel, each assigning her to an afternoon of detention.  Five years to be exact, extending to whatever university the girl may possibly attend after graduation.  Then, the apparent new rulers of the Daten High snapped their fingers in tandem, dispersing the crowd to their schedules as they walked towards the main building.

"I could have gotten a memo...or an email..." Brief groused... "Wait, I'm getting detention?!" He's never gotten detention before! What the flying fuck?!

He looked at the pile of paperwork where the girl was buried under. He dug and found her. "You okay?" He asked trying to move aside the piles.

His efforts were rewarded as a fist exploded from the heap, catching him square in the jaw and sending him flying.  Stocking emerged just behind it, her teeth clenched in anger as she tore up one of the notices.  From the heat of her rage, the rest burst into flames around her and were quickly reduced to cinder.

"Those fucking bitches."  She seethed, an inferno still raging in her eyes.

Brief screamed as he crashed through the window and into the hallway, leg twitching. "owwwww...." He groaned as he looked up...

Oh great. Those two again.

"Hey..." He stood up. He didn't want to stay down their too long lest he provoke their ire for looking up their skirts. But he was seeing double...triple...

"Why are there twooo of youuu..."

"Mr Rock, are you feeling alright?"  Scanty queried, her voice filled with some small shred of legitimate concern.

"Dear sister, it appears that he's taken a blow to the head.  I fear this may be a case of violence in our academy, possibly even bullying."

"I believe you may be right, Miss Kneesocks.  Mr Rock, who is responsible for your pitiable state?  And would you like some help to the infirmary?"  Scanty held out her arm for the boy to hold on to.  It wouldn't do to have one of her fellow students concussed and bleeding in the halls.

Brief reached out, only to stumble. "Crap...concussion...I...who...bluw..." He said, staggering but felt himself be supported by the two sisters.

"Oh dear, you poor boy.  Right this way, we'll get you taken care of."  Kneesocks reassured him as the two half-dragged him toward the Nurse's Office.  "As I said, if you would be so kind as to identify your assailant, my sister and I would be most grateful for your aid in keeping our school free of upstarts and ne'er-do-wells."

Brief had a hand to his face as they entered the nurses office. "I...crap, my memory's fuzzy...sorry..." He groaned as he was placed upon the bed and his hair was pushed up and...

His eyes and face...they were so...

The sisters were speechless at what they were seeing.  They had been aware of the Rock family's superior genetics and affluence, but they'd believed Briefer to be a black sheep of the lineage.  But free from that ugly mess of orange hair, he was incredibly handsome and had an aura of nobility about him that made their crimson faces shift a bit in girlish blushing.

"M-Miss Kneesocks, have you come to the same conclusion that I have?"

"Yes, Sister, I believe that I h-have."

"Mr Rock, how would you like" "To join Daten High School's Student Council as representative of Class L?"  

"Hawh?" He asked, tilting his head in confusion. "Representative of whu?" Brief asked, lying down on the medical bed as the nurse placed an ice bag on his head.

"Hehe, you two are pink now. Or you six. I don't know."

"Ah, of course.  Sister, it seems that Mr. Rock is in no condition to answer us for the time being."  Kneesocks clicked her tongue, a bit annoyed that they would need to wait until later to induct the boy into their ranks.

"I believe you may be right, Miss Kneesocks.  For the time being, here you are."  Scanty produced a white uniform perfectly sized for him, along with a red armband character of the new Student Council.  "Consider our invitation, Mr Rock.  A man with your potential would do well to make the right friends."  The two of them made their exit, the crowd of students making way for their patrolling of the halls.

Brief stayed at the nurse’s office until he was cleared to go to his class, but it was only an hour left.

He carried the white uniform and armband with him in his arms. He changed inside the bathroom to the appropriate attire and went to his last class. With it, he finish the day and got some notes from the teacher before leaving the classroom and low and behold..

"Oh. It's you two." He commented

"Mr Rock, I take it from your attire that you've accepted our offer?"  Scanty approached him first, glancing at his armband.

"Why yes, Sister, I am drawing the same conclusion.  Mr Rock, will you be joining us for this afternoon's meeting?"  Kneesocks came to his other side, gazing powerfully into the hair obscuring his eyes.

"Well," Brief shrugged. "I got nothing better to do." He put his hands in his pockets. "BEsides, this could be practice when I succeed my dad."

He noticed the two staring at him intensely. "Ummm, something on my face?"

"Not at all, Mr Rock, it's just that your bangs are very unbecoming of a member of the student government.  Your position is to serve as a beacon to your fellow students as you represent their best interests, would you not agree that shaggy hair is a poor example?"  Kneesocks lectured him calmly, making sure not to betray her underlying intentions.

"Allow me to brush them out of your eyes for the time being.  I'm sure it must be hard to see past th-"  Scanty was cut off as her she reached towards his face, a baseball striking her in the side of the head with enough force to knock her down the hall.

"Sister!  Who..."  Kneesocks was cut off by the sight of pure chaos before her.  Down the hall stood Stocking Anarchy, currently blowing a sizable bubble with the gum filling her mouth.  Her outfit had changed a bit, with her hair covered by a sideways turned cap, her bag clearly filled with opened food items, and her blouse opened so as to show as much skin as physically possible.  In short, she was a personification of everything that was against the rules.

Brief cried out as he turned and saw the girl,Stocking Anarchy, and gawked. Her figure was...exposed to the world!

Then he saw Scanty's prone form. "Waaaaaah! W-what did you do that for!" He yelled in shock. His memory was still a little hazy after his knock to the head as he ran over and inspected on the green haired girl.

Stocking said nothing, allowing her bubble to pop before withdrawing the wad from her mouth and squishing it against an adjacent locker.  She withdrew a can of soda from her overstuffed bag and began to drink it greedily as she slowly approached the pair, her free hand being used to scatter shredded paper which had clearly been ripped straight from the student handbook.

"Stocking Anarchy, you currently guilty of nine infractions to the student code of conduct, as well as proving to be a continuous nuisance to our academy's peaceful operation."  Kneesock's speech remained official and calm, but a trickle of anger made it past the dam of her self-control.  "Explain yourself at once, and I may have some leniency towards your baffling actions."

Stocking's only response was to finish drinking, dump the rest of her soda onto the ground followed by the can itself, and burp as loudly and uncouthly as possible.  She flashed an evil grin at the red-faced girl, which was quickly becoming redder as her anger continued to grow.

"Eleven...Mr Rock, I regret that your first task must be such an extreme one, but as my sister is currently incapacitated, I must ask that you help me subdue this student garbage."  Kneesocks turned back to the boy, who was still trying to get a response from the unconscious Scanty.

Brief paled. "M-m-me! I don't know how to fight! L-let's just talk this over!" He tried to get in between the two girls. "I mean, surely there's a reason right?" He turned towards Stocking.

In Stocking's eyes, she saw glittering lights and the chorus of angels upon looking at the boy.

"There is nothing to talk about, Mr Rock.  She clearly has no regard for rules, order, or even the well-being of her fellow students.  While I normally abhor violence, it seems that the laws of man mean nothing to a beast such as this."  Kneesocks didn't seems to give much thought to Brief's attempts at a peaceful solution, slowly walking towards where the boy had positioned his little one-man barricade.

"That sure does sound like me, so I'll take that as a complement."  Stocking had been snapped from the glorious sight of that nerd kid's face, the warm and fuzzy feeling she'd suddenly been assaulted with now replaced by the strange pleasure of revenge and disorder.  "I agree, there's nothing to talk about.  You two bitches ruined this placed with your shit rules, and I plan on fixing a few things."  She too approached Brief, her eyes locked squarely on her opponent.  

When she was only a few feet away, she stopped, and momentarily looked back at the orange-haired boy desperately trying to stop this.  "What about you, geek?  Are you one of these rule-loving chucklefucks too?"  Part of her really hoped he'd say no…