At the entrance of Baratie, where they had just docked the Merry—
Luffy shouted, slamming his hand on the railing,
"Hey! What are you all doing? We need to go fast and eat! Come on!"
Usopp waved his hands.
"Hey, hey, hey, Luffy—let's wait. The others… do you have money to pay for your meal? Then go, go."
Luffy tilted his head.
"What's pay?"
Zoro slammed his hand against his face.
"Are you for real?"
Jonny and Yusaku were standing there, waiting like they were some kind of guards.
Nami wasn't on the deck. She went down to try to wake up Cry, who was very sleepy for some reason.
In Nami and Cry's room, there was a sofa and a single bed. Nami always chose to sleep on the sofa, because she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep if she shared the same bed with Cry. She wouldn't be able to sleep at all—that's why Nami always slept on the sofa.
Nami opened the door and saw Cry covered in a blanket, her eyes still closed. Nami gulped.
Something felt different when Nami saw Cry. Actually, Nami felt like she was taking care of a little sister, so she had the habit of checking if everything was alright, because Cry doesn't know anything about how humans should act. Nami noticed something was different, but she didn't know what it was. Having the ability to feel the atmosphere and predict the weather, Nami could somehow sense something different from Cry.
Nami slowly approached and touched Cry's elbow, gently shaking it to wake her up.
"Hey, Cry," Nami whispered into her pointed right ear.
"We've arrived. We're going for some meal."
Slowly, Cry opened her eyes.
In that moment, Nami noticed Cry's eyes were different. Usually, her eyes had crystal-like irises, but now they were red—ruby-like, crimson like blood—and in the very center of her irises was a diamond shape.
Nami clearly saw it.
But when Cry blinked again, her eyes returned to their original blue crystal irises. Nami saw everything and almost asked what that was, but Cry was still dazed.
Cry slowly raised her upper body and sat on the bed, rubbing her eyes with her hands. She noticed Nami's curious gaze and tilted her head at her.
Nami didn't pry.
"Cry," she said calmly, "we're going to dine in Baratie and eat."
Cry opened her cute lips.
"Eat."
"Yes," Nami smiled.
"Eat. Come on—the others are already waiting for us."
Cry stood up, and Nami immediately noticed something different. The clothes Cry usually wore were now shorter. Before, the black polo covered her slim waist and snow-white stomach, but now it clung tighter, revealing her pinkish belly button. Her long black pants were tighter too, no longer reaching her feet.
Nami blinked.
"Did you get taller, Cry?"
Her eyes drifted upward. Cry's chest was bigger—much bigger—and her nipples were clearly pressing against the black polo.
Nami murmured,
"What's happening here…?"
Her gaze dropped lower. The tighter pants left no room for denial—the shape of Cry's manhood was visible, bigger and thicker than before.
Nami gulped.
"Cry…" she asked quietly,
"What happened to you?"
Nami was drooling at the view of Cry, who was looking at her with curiosity and innocence.
Nami then snapped back to her senses. "Wait… we need to change your clothes. You can't go out like that," Nami said.
Cry only heard the word "change." She didn't understand the rest, so she simply nodded her head.
Then Cry slowly began to unbutton her polo. Nami watched the scene like it was something erotic, her mouth slightly open. Cry slowly opened her polo, and Nami saw it—everything had really gotten bigger. Not just bigger; every time Cry moved, her breasts swayed naturally. It was seductive and alluring.
Nami saw Cry's nipples—pinkish, not too big, not too small—perfect for her large breasts. Cry, after practicing how to change clothes, could now follow simple instructions. She removed her polo completely, her slim and enchanting upper body now fully exposed.
Nami was drooling. Anyone would be.
Cry then slightly bent down to unbutton her pants. Nami saw her breasts lower and sway freely, round and full, her nipples sticking out. Nami couldn't help the heat spreading through her body. She bit her lower lip, forcing herself to stay focused.
Slowly, Cry lowered her black pants.
Nami saw it—Cry's dick had grown bigger, thicker. If it was twelve inches before, now it's about fourteen… maybe sixteen, Nami thought. Thicker than before.
Nami couldn't take it.
She slowly lowered her long, slim hand to her orange skirt, touching her stomach and moving downward. Nami slipped her hand inside her skirt, fingers sliding into her panties, trying to reach what was aching inside her.
But then Cry finally removed her pants and looked at Nami.
Nami froze.
Cry stared at her with innocent eyes, as if asking what to do next.
Nami realized her hand was still inside her skirt. She quickly pulled it out and stared at her trembling hand. Then she let out a small, embarrassed smile. Her voice lowered.
"Cry… you're really very seductive. I can't help it," Nami said, shaking her head.
She turned away and walked toward the closet where Cry's clothes were kept.
There, Nami saw Kaya's gift—a large dark blue dress. Kaya had said it once belonged to her mother, but she couldn't wear it because it was too big.
When Cry slipped into the dark blue dress, it seemed as if the fabric had been made just for her. The rich, midnight hue clung lightly to her upper body, tracing the gentle curve of her slim waist and accentuating her graceful posture. The daring central cut revealed the sides of her breasts, a subtle hint of allure that only enhanced her commanding presence, without diminishing the air of purity and majesty she carried.
The long sleeves flowed down her arms, tapering neatly at the wrists, making every slight movement feel like a dance of elegance. As she walked, the skirt cascaded around her legs, brushing her ankles and moving with a natural fluidity, giving the impression that she floated rather than walked. Every step caused the fabric to ripple, framing her form and highlighting the long lines of her body.
Cry in that dress will surely drew attention, not just for her beauty but for the aura she exuded—an effortless blend of nobility, quiet power, and an ethereal, almost otherworldly grace. The dress didn't just clothe her; it seemed to amplify her presence, turning her into a living vision of a goddess walking among mortals.
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To be continued