She's got the look

Sanji couldn’t believe it, pulled into the dressing room by Nami-san! And Namis hands were reaching out for him…pulling at one of his protruding nipples through the shirt. Sanji inhaled sharply at the pleasant/yet painful sensation.

“Mmnnn…Nami-swan, I don’t know what happened but you should know I’m Sanji.”

“Hmm…yeah, I know. We all know actually.” His goddess replied as she began to alternate between struggling out of her clothes and sinking down to pet the blonds ivory thighs and lay kisses across his soft feminine stomach.

The cooks face flamed remembering how alluring his reflection was in the mirror and how when he hopped they got an eyeful. His feelings were getting confused though as Namis kisses and administrations were starting to make strange excited feelings associate with the men looking at his exposed female form.

Robins voice came from behind him and a hand appeared on the door unlocking it and Robin waltzed in, relatching the door.

“The shop keeper was just telling us about a new strain of disease a bug is carrying on this island. It’s temporary but intense…if you’re vulnerable your pheromones are amped up to the extreme, stimulates the desire to procreate, and make you as attractive as possible to the people in the immediate area. Let me help you with that navigator-san.” Hands started sprouting from the dressing mirrors and stripped the three girls entirely naked in no time.

“What does that mean exactly?” Sanji whines sweetly as one of the hands sprouted from the mirror began to squeeze and pinch her ass, his bottom taking on a blush of it’s own under the rough treatment.

“In short, we need to get you to the ship right away.” Robin summed up. As she helped maneuver the new woman against the mirror to be caught and held by a wall of hands. Sanji groaned internally at how willing he was to just give up control and be guided, and how his body eagerly fell against the administrations of the wall of hands. They seemed to take turns between holding her firmly and lightly stroking up across every inch of her body.

“You’ve become an irresistibly rape-able sex incarnate, Sanji. And in this state you’re liable to give it to anyone with an interest. And that would be everyone. Once we get this out of our system…we can get you to the ship and make sure you aren’t kidnapped or anything till this blows over.” Nami offered as she positioned herself right in front of the cooks newly moist and waiting sex.

No way. The words couldn’t be true. He was not just going to have sex with whoever showed interest! Impossible. He was straight for one! Well at the moment a lesbian, he supposed. No way was he going to let any men touch him with their large strong hands and hard muscled bodies. Shit. The aroused feeling he was growing used to…the flow of sensation and wetness to his virginal womanhood was practically making him gasp in anticipation for the previously unwanted male sex.

Only the vision on Nami on her knees in front of him brought him away from the alarmingly stimulating thought to more welcome erotic sight.

He wanted to reach out and touch his orange haired goddess, for her to tell him she would protect him from himself. His hands were held however, and he should be the one protecting his ladies…not the other way around.

Robin came around and began to squeeze and pull and lick the blonds nipples and Sanji cursed not being able to move his hands to his mouth at least as his faint yips and moans were so wanton and sexually charged he found himself blushing again in shame and lust. Were the others outside the door right now hearing this?

If not they certainly were now as his feminine moans became writhing violent loud groans of pleasure as Namis tongue began to explore his new female anatomy hitting upon his clit again and again.

Shit. Sanjis’ appreciation for the feminine form took on a whole new level. The sensations were intense and his body felt like fire with each unbelievable lick and twist.

Robin began to deeply kiss his mouth and stifle the goans of pleasure a little. A hand from the mirror slipped between Sanjis legs and fingers clasped together to push into Sanjis sex in earnest, adapting to the rhythm Nami was shoving her face into his wetness.. The cook could do nothing but pant red faced and moan. His body was no longer his…it was theirs. His nubile body felt like it would shake and buck until he died as a soul shattering orgasm rocked through him. Only Robins mirror hands keeping him upright. Euphoria so intense flooded over his senses and he wondered for a second if he had blacked out.

“It seems like Cook-san is a virgin.” Robin murmured down to Nami. He wanted to correct her and let Robin chan know he was a pretty experienced guy but he supposed as a girl he was a virgin. He could only hope it would remain that way. But first he needed to catch his breath, something very hard to do while Robin and Nami began to kiss and touch each other.

Nami broke away a moment.

“Sanji-kun, put on one of the outfits I was trying on earlier. We’ll get you back to the ship in a minute. Ah!” One of Robins hands reached between Namis legs and began to stroke there. “Ah, maybe a few minutes.” She corrected.

The cook didn’t know what disturbed him more. The fact he was being told to ignore the hot girl sex happening before him or the fact that he was just told to put on sexy feminine apparel. Scratch that. He knew what disturbed him most was he knew once he had said clothes on he was going to walk out of the dressing room into the arms of their dominantly male crew mates, looking like he had just been fucked and not entirely sure he’d resist giving himself to any of them if they asked.

To his chagrin even contemplating his situation was getting him more turned on than the sight of Robin now going down on their navigator.