Story: FBI 1/2

 

It sure felt an awful lot like Hiroshi and Daisuke had kinda walked in on something that would generally not be any of their actual business. Nonetheless, the chance to grab some tits was not one to be passed up easily. Which is why they were sitting in the Tendo training hall with Akane Tendo on Daisuke's lap, and Ranma Saotome on Hiroshi's. In all honesty, they'd both kinda wanted a shot with Ranma because <b>hot damn</b> she was cute, but since they were both likely to get a shot with her anyway, they did a quick coin toss and - Here they are!

The two of them were presently not saying anything. They were simply getting on with their inspection. Letting their hands wander and grope all around those magnificent breasts while eavesdropping upon a conversation that was obviously intended to be private.

"So, an arranged marriage, huh?" Akane asked. "That's kind of old fashioned, don't you think?"

"Oh yeah," Ranma nodded. "I mean, it's the 1980s, who even does that anymore?"

The two of them stared at each other. What was interesting here was the fact that both of them were topless, but at the same time, both of them were staring each other in the eyes with total hunger. It was hard to say which was turning each of them on more, the hands rubbing their tits or the presence of the other in front of them.

"I'm just glad you're not like one of the boys from school," Akane said. Her eyes flickered for a moment, drinking Ranma's figure in. From behind her, Daisuke looked over at Hiroshi, who silently grinned back at him. "A nice, cute girl like you is kind of a relief."

"As I recall, you were calling dibs," Ranma said right back to her, tone dripping with cheek. "What's wrong with the boys at school anyway?"

Akane snorted and rolled her eyes dismissively. "THey're all a bunch of big dumb perverts. I guess Hiroshi and Daisuke from my class are alright, but my friends are more into those two. Oooh~"

"Sorry!" Daisuke chirped. "Don't mind us, please continue."

"What makes you say they're all perverts?" Ranma said. "Except those two. They sound fun to hang out with."

"I mean, they are," Akane said. "But if they didn't give such amazing titty massages, I wouldn't normally bother with them."

"Oooh, just what the doctor ordered!" Ranma squirmed, pushing her butt even harder into Hiroshi's crotch. He promptly went crosseyed because... Let's be real here. Ranma's got some nice tits, but her butt is also very, very nice. "I've been thinking for a while that I need some guys to play with my tits anytime they wanted."

And by 'a while' she meant 'five minutes'. Wasn't it amazing the power of the breast inspector badge? Gosh, but these boobs were really and truly amazing! If the two of them didn't know better, they'd swear these breasts were already magical in some way.

"Anyway, the athletes at school line up every day to try to kick my ass," Akane said, using a mocking tone. She rolled her eyes again. "They got it into their head that if they beat me in a fight, then I'll date them."

"Ah..." Ranma nodded. "So, if I beat you in a fight, you'd have to date me? Or would you rather I just -"

"There's a cafe around the corner," Akane interrupted. "Reasonable price, they have really good cupcakes. I'm free tomorrow at five."

"Ooh, sounds fun," Ranma said. "I do need someone to show me around. By the way, you didn't say - If those boys are not your type, then what is?"

"Hrm... Strong," Akane counted off on her fingers. "Got a smart mouth. Maybe about my size - a little taller or a little shorter. Rough personality that won't let me walk all over him. But still got a heart of gold." Then, fidgeting a little. "Also, I may have recently acquired a pigtail kink."

As recently as within the last ten minutes.

The two of them fell silent for a moment, and even the groping of their boobs slowed down a lot. Suddenly, the boys felt a bit strange. Like they shouldn't be here. But at the same time, holy fuck, they weren't leaving. It was like the sexual tension between the two of them had its own palpable form, and was wandering around the room asking if everyone wanted a drink. 

"Ahem!" Daisuke coughed. "We'll need to do an advanced examination of both of you now. Could you... Push your breasts into one another? Both of you?"

"And kiss?" Hiroshi answered, his voice little more than a high pitched squeak. It matched the expression in his eyes, a thousand yard stare.

"Well, okay!" Akane shrugged, scooting over both nervously and eagerly.

"If we gotta, we gotta!" Ranma said, doing so in much the same way as Akane, but a little more tipped towards nervousness on the scale.

The boys slipped away, as the girls finished scooting forward. First they pushed their boobs together. Smooshed them up, nice and tight, like they were trying to push the other onto their back with their boobage alone, and then -

Smooo~ooch!

The two boys sat off to the side, watching with big, wide, unblinking eyes. When they did blink, it was only because they couldn't keep those peepers open for a single second longer. This was something  they wanted to remember for a very long time.

"Daisuke, this might be the hottest thing I've ever seen," Hiroshi said.

"Might be?" Daisuke replied. "Dude, you're holding out on me, if you've seen something hotter than this..."

The two of them trailed off to tip their heads so they could get a better look.

"Uh, we didn't ask them to do anything with their hands, did we?" Daisuke asked.

"No, we did not," Hiroshi swallowed. "I almost don't wanna mess around with them anymore, they've got it bad for each other."

He got a slap around the back of the head for that one. Daisuke shook his head and rose to his feet. Taking a deep breath, he looked down at the two girls, who were getting their limbs entangled. "We've got the authority here, Hiroshi. We can do what we want! Within reason. So long as it has to do with breasts. Ahem! That's quite enough for now. You can make out again later if you want, but, uh, we need to get down to business here!"