FBI 1/2

 

It's actually kind of difficult to say which of the three boys was luckier at the moment. Ranma was scoring with the hottest girl in school, pretty much on a whim, and that already really cute girl had been made even sexier by her newly enhanced bust.

On the other hand? Daisuke had both of Akane's sisters ready to fuck at a moment's notice. That's a girl in each arm. That's not a bad prize either. Then again? Hiroshi had Shampoo.

What a cavalcade of flavours. Do you like something straightforward and sweet? Kasumi's your girl. You like it a bit darker, maybe even richer? Go for Nabiki. Oh, maybe you like it spicy? Go for Akane. Or perhaps you just generally like it sweet and sour? Shampoo's your girl. By sheer volume one should say that Daisuke was the better off here. At this particular lunch, he had Nabiki sitting in his lap feeding him his own bento, while his hands were busy on her bare boobs.

On the other hand, he was glaring at his two friends. No that wasn't a metaphor for boobs, he was meaning Ranma and Hiroshi! Then again, they were a couple of boobs anyway, weren't they?

Shampoo had changed clothes. She wasn't wearing her slinky Chinese dress anymore. No, no. She was wearing something a bit more... officious. We're talking a dark jacket, dark and very snug black trousers, dark sunglasses, and a white shirt that had the top half of its buttons completely undone. Which was exposing a lot of cleavage, which was perfectly reasonable, because there was absolutely no way that she was getting into that shirt otherwise. Not with tits like that.

As for Ranma and Akane, the two of them were baby-birding their lunches to each other in a truly sickeningly sweet display.

"Alright girls, listen up!" Hiroshi said. "Nabiki. Shampoo. We're deputising you. Congratulations, you're now our immediate subordinates, and if you perform well you can become breast inspectors yourselves one day!"

"Oooh, I like the idea of all that power~" Nabiki chirped while leaning back into Daisuke's back. "So?What do you need me to do first, boss?"

"Nabiki!" Akane yelped, pulling her mouth away from Ranma's long enough to scowl at her big sister. Ranma, meanwhile, simply moved to planting tiny kisses on her neck. "You're being offered an awful lot of power, you know! Be more like Shampoo and take this seriously!"

"Shampoo gonna get laid," Shampoo said. She was chewing bubblegum while speaking, and to really emphasise her point she blew a bubble. "Get laid by big strong man. Too, too much fun!"

Hiroshi was the one to giggle here, and Daisuke honestly couldn't blame him. Shampoo was stupid hot. To be fair, they all were. Including Ranma's girl form.

And that was a tragedy unto itself, huh? Couldn't really do anything with that absolutely succulent shortstack... Oh, the pain, oh, the misery of it all! They'd have to make do with the absolute ten out of tens that they already had, while Ranma - 

"Ooohhhhh, Ranma~" Akane moaned. Holding onto that boy for dear sweet life. "I never realised how much I needed a man like you~"

"Never realised how much I needed a woman like you~" Ranma replied, and the two of them tackled each other to the floor, humping into each other like a pair of idiots.

"Alright," Hiroshi said, ignoring Daisuke's jealous glare. "What now?"

"Now...?" Daisuke replied. "I dunno. I mean, we have the hottest girls around down to fuck at a moment's notice, so...?"

"Hottest girls except Ranma's girl form," Hiroshi corrected. "But yeah, I get your point. I mean, holy shit, this is it. We're gods right now. We've even got Shampoo and Nabiki as assistants."

"Yes, and we are perfectly capable of hearing - " Nabiki began to say, only for Shampoo to sigh, pull out her badge and show it to Nabiki.

"You play dumb, is more fun this way. Um... Brains go down to boobies?"

Nabiki instantly turned stupid and started to giggle like an airhead while her boobs went up a size. Right. Okay then. That was unsettling, just how easily and willingly Shampoo went along with that.

"So, uh...?" Hiroshi ventured. "What do you think we should do, Shampoo?"

"Shampoo think you need deputise boy Ranma," Shampoo said. "Then see if that let you separate girl Ranma from boy Ranma."

Huh? Oh! That was the perfect idea! Right. They could do something like that, couldn't they?

"You're not gonna try to kill girl form Ranma if we do that, are you?" Daisuke asked, eyes narrowing in on her.

"Nooooo~" Shampoo said. Then blew a bubble and burst it.

"Good enough for me!" Hiroshi said, while Daisuke was finding it a little difficult to accept exactly how fucking brazen Shampoo was about her motivations. "Yo, Ranma! We need more breast inspectors! Wanna get deput-"

All of a sudden, he froze on the spot. It was the weirdest thing. Like he'd been struck by lightning and left unable to move so much as an inch.

"You already have a deputy!" Hiroshi said in a voice that was not his own. "You cannot deputise another!"

"Phooie~" Shampoo snapped her fingers. "Okay, is fine. Shampoo can wait."

"Wait for what?" Daisuke asked.

"Chance to add to Hiroshi's harem of big boobied girls!" Shampoo replied. "You doubt Shampoo?"

"Yeah, Dai!" Hiroshi said. "You got a reason to doubt my Shampoo? Really now, that's kinda sad. You've got both Nabiki and Kasumi ready and willing to go while I have Shampoo!"

Indeed. The grass is always greener on the other side. That is how the saying goes, isn't it?

"Ah, it seems as though we've got rules to follow anyway," Daisuke sighed. "Hrm. Maybe that's where we should start next?"

"Good thinking!" Hiroshi said. "Alright then! Shampoo, Nabiki! We're gonna need you to help us figure out the rules we have to follow."

"Like, how am I supposed to -" Nabiki began, whittering away like a total airhead, up until Daisuke sighed and pulled out his own badge, holding it up for her to see.

"Your brains can return from your breasts," Daisuke said. And just like that, Nabiki's breasts... weirdly, remained the same size, but her eyes were shining with intelligence again. Not thinking about that for the time being. "Alright. Do everything you can to help us work out the rules."

"That goes for you too Shampoo!" Hiroshi said. "We don't wanna get caught out in some magical bullshit!"

Both girls froze on the spot, just like Hiroshi had before. Interesting. Some might even say it's fascinating. These two weren't quite so erudite or coherent as that, and so instead they stared at the two hotties with slackened jaws.

"Rule 1!" Shampoo said, her accent totally gone. "You must perform an analysis of breasts at least once per day."

"Rule 2!" Nabiki droned. "It will not count if you inspect a girl twice in a week."

"Rule 3!" Shampoo's turn. Alternating, apparently. "You may issue any command so long as it has to do with breasts."

"Rule 4!" Nabiki now. "You may make anyone a deputy - but only one at a time!"

"Rule 5!" Shampoo next. "Your deputy will have the same authority as you, but cannot override your commands nor command you or a full inspector."

"Rule 6!" Nabiki, huh? "Your deputies may be promoted to the rank of inspector if they fulfill unique tasks assigned to them at the start of their first full day."

And... that was it, apparently. Hrm. Quite open, but still some restrictions.

"Rule 7!" Shampoo continued, after a lengthy silence. "Further rules may be added by the establishment if it breaks the spirit of the agreement!"

Agreement...? The two boys looked to one another in confusion. What agreement was this? Neither of them knew the answer. And that? That worried both of them.

"Oh! Oh, Ranma!" Akane moaned while riding that wild horse. Kinda breaking the mystique there. But hey, so long as she was having a good time, right?