Merry Christmas: Federal Breast Inspector

Federal Breast Inspector 1/2
How glorious it was at Furinkan High School on this wonderful, wonderful day! Daisuke felt like he had been walking on air all day. Yesterday had felt like a dream, unreal, something that could not ever happen in anything approaching reality. Yet there it was. The evidence was there for all to see. Akane Tendo’s breasts, swollen right up under her blouse and the top buttons undone to let the world behold the miraculous sight of her cleavage.

Truly, it was a sign from some power or other that the divine was real. Evidence right there for any who dared to peek into Akane’s tomboyish pink valley.

Luncthime couldn’t come fast enough. Weird thing was Hiroshi’s departure from the school grounds, but… hell with it. He had the badge. He was probably on the trail for more inspections. Which left Daisuke in the extremely enviable position of having his pick of actions to take. On the one hand, he could easily pursue Akane and test ride her perfect melons…

Then get his ass handed to him by the athletes crushing on her.

Yeah, how about no? That was going to require a little more courage before he tried something like that. Inviting though those tits might be… Inviting like a lighthouse in the midst of a misty night.

Instead he was going to head in a different direction and it didn’t take long to track her down. Actually, it was more like the opposite: She tapped him on the shoulder not a minute out of class. Daisuke whirled around, and very nearly fell into the gravitational pull of Nabiki Tendo’s brand new bosom.

“Are you here for your followup inspection?” Daisuke asked.

“If you insist,” Nabiki said. “I wanted to talk with you and your friend about something else, but he seems to have done a runner.” She leaned forward suggestively. No, that was the wrong word. She was leaning forward <i>practically shouting from the rooftops with her body language</i> that she wanted him thinking with his lower brain. “This inspector job your friend has. It’s very… Interesting. I’d like to learn a little bit more. Shall we?”
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Nabiki was a clever girl. Not a genius of any sort, but clever. She seemed at times to be more clever than she really was because of her ruthless streak, that was true, but she was also very, very clever. She knew (though didn’t know how she knew, nor that she should find it odd that she knew) that refusal to submit to an official inspection would take a significant chunk of change from her pocket, and she knew well enough not to mess with an official in the line of duty. She also knew it was a little bit strange for someone younger than herself to be given such a weighty responsibility.

Which is why, when Daisuke requested she go with him for another inspection, not only was there a good deal of anticipation that she would repeat the experience from the day before, but it was also a rather wonderful chance for a little small talk.

Small talk which would occur while she was on her knees, rubbing his shaft in between her enlarged and incredibly sensitive breasts. Now, she didn’t particularly find that too strange either, it must be noted. An inspector’s duties did give them ample opportunity to grant a woman’s assets certain additional weight and consideration. Though again, she didn’t know how she knew this, nor did she find it unusual that she didn’t know how she knew.

“It’s so impressive,” she said in a husky voice that was only half acting. His throbbing member caught in between her breasts felt almost as good as sex. Sex. Sex. The word was pounding into her brain, alongside the pulse she could feel from his hot and hard dick. “Becoming an inspector’s assistant at such a young age.” She kissed the tip of his dick, barely able to restrain herself from imagining it inside of her. “Do you think it would be possible for you to put in a good word for me as well?”

“I-I’ll speak to Hiroshi about it later on,” he grunted. She rewarded him for the promise by simultaneously swirling her tongue around the head of his dick while using a hand to squeeze his balls. Not hard, just a playful little petting. As she expected, this was too much for him to take. She felt him tense up and forced herself to wrap her lips around his dick, her tongue trying to scoop up as much of the ejaculation as possible without triggering her gag reflex. This wasn’t helped by the fact that she was panting almost as heavily as he: Her body was desperate for sex, and by god she was going to answer that call!

“I’ll keep you to that,” Nabiki said, shifting positions on the ground. Now she was leaning on her side, letting him drink in the sight of a body she knew drove men to distraction, waiting for him to recover so she could get her own needs fulfilled. “Has he been an inspector long? It sounds like such an <i>interesting</i> job, with so many benefits and possibilities for career advancement. I want to hear. All. About. It.”

It was cute the way that he nervously gulped, but at the very least she didn’t have to wait long for his recovery. Ah, then it was pretty safe to assume that he was pretty new to the position if he was still reacting to women with a little bit of nervousness. With a feat of athleticism and flexibility most would be surprised by, Nabiki shifted her position and launched herself at the boy in a manner like a cat springing on a mouse. And as she lowered herself onto him for their second round, she reflected internally that she could almost feel the power of the position as surely as she could feel his dick pushing its way into her hungry, needy pussy. Yep. There was some real potential here, and Nabiki Tendo was not the sort to squander potential lightly.

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Would it be a safe thing to say that Akane Tendo had bad experiences with boys of late? Because it was certainly true. That stupid proclamation by Tatewaki Kuno, the idiots that took him up on it… The whole thing left a sour taste in her mouth, made her feel as though the dating scene wasn’t even worth her concern. Not that she intended to date anyway. Who had the time? She had training to do!

But this morning? She arrived with a new set of knockers. She charged into that school ground like a freight train, sort of kind of expecting them to slow her down just a touch. Not a bit of it. Her centre of gravity had never been better. Sure, it was a bit of a pain having to flaunt her cleavage a little, but the weird thing was that none of the girls had given her grief for it, and the boys… Well, the boys had at least tried not to stare. Which was certainly an improvement over what she had been expecting.

That wasn’t the only thing that had changed, though. Her inspection had been a real eye opener. Case in point, from this angle she could see some members of the tennis club getting a little practice in during their lunch break. Before, it wasn’t a sight she would have particularly appreciated. But now? Oh, yes. Definitely a good deal of appreciation there.

Not that she’d date any of them. That was what she’d learned. There was a difference between finding someone visually appealing and wanting to date them. Nothing wrong with looking, but no touching!

“I was thinking I might like to try dating,” Akane said all of a sudden, causing both Yuka and Sayuri to choke on the muffins they were munching on. “What? What did I say?”

“You want to enter the dating scene?” Yuka asked, pointing a single trembling finger directly at Akane. “You? Dating?”

“Well, that’s our chances of finding a date completely shot to hell,” Sayuri groused.

“What do you mean?”

“We mean that you could point at a boy and he’d be your slave for the day!” Yuka said.

“What? Oh, come on. Don’t exaggerate.”

“Who’s exaggerating?” Sayuri griped. “She means that. Literally.”

Oh, now that was just ridiculous. Akane rolled her eyes in complete disbelief. Yeah, sure. As if she could do something like that. The boys could be a tiny bit perverted, and some of them really did seem quite desperate to date her… But the very notion was completely absurd. She’d even prove it to them.

“You, over there!” she called, to the boy that probably thought he was hiding in those bushes over there. She stuck out her finger, then beckoned for him to approach. He did so, meekly. Now she could get a better look at him. Not much to look at, though. Dark rings around his eyes, very skinny and pale. Like a walking skeleton. Or at least a walking skeleton with a photography fascination. Let’s see… What could she have him do? “Toss your camera in the swimming pool.”

Yeah, as if he’d do something like that. A camera like that wasn’t the cheap, disposable sort you bought for vacation. He’d probably spent months saving up for it, maybe even got a part-time job. Hiding it from the school. Hiding it from his parents. All to support some hobby -

“… Gladly!”

And just like that, he turned around in the direction of the pool. Walking off as though the best thing in the universe had happened to him just now. Akane blinked a few times, while Yuka and Sayuri stared at each other, sadly shaking their head, and only then did Akane rise to her feet and rush off after the poor boy.

“Waitwaitwait!” she demanded, putting herself directly in his path. “No need for that! Uh… Would you really have done it?” He nodded. Akane swallowed. “Would you do anything I asked?” He nodded again, and even sighed. Akane gulped again.

“See what we mean?” Yuka called. “You start hunting for a man, you’re gonna find him!”

“Especially with that new bust of yours!” Sayuri added. “Jeez, why couldn’t the inspector have given us boobs like those? Maybe we’d be the ones with the pick of dates…”

It was at that moment Akane realised the real power that she wielded. Not her martial arts skill, for while it was quite good for her age she was as the big fish in a small pond. Her breasts were her greatest asset. She could use them to twist men around her finger, have her pick of dates, have them do pretty much whatever she wanted…

And if she was perfectly honest, Akane didn’t know how to feel about that.
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Kasumi Tendo was a very popular girl. Now, now. We don’t mean in <i>that</i> way. There is no double meaning to that statement. It really does genuinely mean what it looks like on the surface. Virtually every single person she met liked her instantly, and everyone else grew to like her within the hour. Why shouldn’t they? Aside from being a pretty face with a beautiful smile, she was a genuinely nice and thoughtful person who went out of her way to do nice things for other people.

Even if someone was enough of an asshole to try to go out of their way to dislike her, they’d wind up liking her by the end of their initial conversation. How? Because she didn’t try. People can tell when you’re trying to make them like you, and because Kasumi genuinely cared about everyone she met, well, it came across as what it was. Sincere. Honest. She really was interested in what you had to say, and though some people might have the impression that she wasn’t a very interesting person herself she would still make interesting observations about what you were saying to her. Kasumi Tendo made friends by accident.

Yet today, not a single one of her friends had looked her in the eye. Did it bother her? Yes. Did she say anything about it? No. Not even the slightest comment. It just sort of… slid clear off her back, which she was pleasantly surprised to find wasn’t experiencing any discomfort from the added weight to her front. It was as if her entire body frame and musculature had adjusted to the additional mass, compensating for what should be causing at least short-term discomfort.

Wasn’t it amazing what the inspectors could manage?

With that thought in mind, Kasumi pushed upon the door to the new shop that had opened up. It was her intention to depart with a few things she’d bought while browsing, make her way home and make her father a nice lunch. For reasons she didn’t quite comprehend, the door seemed to be… Stuck.

“Excuse me,” she said to the nice and handsome man behind the counter. “The door appears to be stuck. I’m sorry to be a bother, but…”

“No bother,” the man said. “Actually, I remotely locked the door and cast a concealment spell over the building.”

“Oh,” Kasumi said. She tilted her head a little and looked at him again. Strange. She was having trouble focusing on his features. “Is there something the matter? You aren’t about to… do anything inappropriate, are you?”

“Yes, I am,” the shopkeeper said. “But not what you’re thinking. While it’s true that I am a lust youma, it’s more my speed to play upon a person’s natural desires. Have no fear, you will remain unharmed, you delicious little morsel of innocence. I’m simply going to cast a small spell upon your considerably impressive and quite unnatural bosom. It should be quite the magnet for lustful energy.”

Kasumi looked down at herself, mouth agape. The inspector’s ticket had been quite clear. She had to have her cleavage on display at all times. To that effect, she had chosen a shoulderless dress that left the very top of her breasts on display. It wasn’t the sort of thing she’d normally do, but the inspector had insisted on it and he did surely know what he was talking about…

“What sort of spell do you mean?” she asked, raising her head once again, and the man had turned into a golden glowing statue with his arms outstretched towards her. He leaped the counter, quickly pinning Kasumi against the back shelves until he was squeezing her breasts through her dress with his cold, golden hands. “Oh my!” she exclaimed, then she drew upon martial arts training she had not so much as touched for ten years to toss the golden figure back across the store.

He traversed an arc throughout the air, and both of them were completely surprised by her sudden display of strength. With her heart racing and blood pumping, she drew again upon that strength to throw herself against the door, finding herself out on the street where she quickly made her way home. Safe. Unharmed.

Except that what Kasumi didn’t notice was that her breasts had begun to glow an ominous golden colour….

1. Daisuke heads to the Tendos’ to give Kasumi her inspection, discovers her breasts are magically draining his energy.
2. Daisuke runs into Akane. They talk about her sex appeal.
3. Nabiki convinces Daisuke to let her assist him on inspections.
4. Hiroshi returns to school, eager to inspect Akane and Nabiki’s boobs.
5. Something else