Breasts and Exams

Soul’s thoughts raced as he sat back down onto the couch, trying very hard to not let his alarm show up on his face. Medusa rummaged through her bag, wielding her new chest with a practiced grace that suggested a lifetime of experience. But she just got them a second ago! Soul thought frantically. Oh man, this is so messed up! What the hell am I gonna do? What have I been doing to Maka for the past half-hour?! I need to change her back. Her and Medusa both. No matter how bouncy and soft-looking their tits are… He found himself staring her chest again, and idly wished she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Medusa turned to face him with a flashlight in hand, and her tits responded with an exuberant bounce. A pulse of arousal surged through Soul’s cock even as he realized that he was still clutching the stone, and he hastily stuck it inside his pocket as the nurse sat down beside him. “Now look towards me and don’t blink.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Soul replied. Damn it Soul! That was totally not cool! No touching the rock until the sexy nurse is out of your face! He looked straight at her face and made a pointed effort to not notice how her position accentuated her cleavage.

Medusa smiled softly to herself as she watched the boy squirm. She knew what effect her body had on men, and she was never one to shy away from a form of manipulation. Soul in particular seemed to have a thing for large breasts, so she knew that if she simply left her bra in a back-alley dumpster he wouldn’t be able to resist staring. And a distracted boy is a **** boy, ripe for bending to her whims. “So tell me, how have you been spending your time lately? You’re not pushing yourself too hard I hope.” She said as she shined the light into his eye.

“Oh, nothing really. We, uh, haven’t been getting many missions lately, so Maka’s been getting a little stir-crazy. You know how determined she gets when it comes to Kishin stuff.” Soul replied.

Medusa was tempted to laugh, but the way he said it she wasn’t altogether sure if it was a joke. His partner certainly didn’t take her duties as seriously as he did, being more interested in having a good time. It wasn’t as if she were incompetent—she was surprisingly nimble considering her cup size—but she was just too perverted for her own good. She was most certainly her father’s daughter. “So no overly strenuous activity lately? Nothing that would aggravate the stitches?” She asked, shining the light into his other eye.

“Not really. It’s been kinda boring lately to be totally honest.” Soul said, blinking away the spots in his eyes.

“Open your mouth and say ‘ah’. They say that boredom is something that you **** upon yourself. If you’re that starved for stimulation, maybe you should take up a new hobby.” She said, leaning in a bit closer.

I think I’m getting enough stimulation! Medusa switched off the flashlight and he closed his mouth. “For instance, a cousin of mine recently started collecting antiques and she tells me that it’s really quite interesting.” She said as she stashed the flashlight in her coat pocket and took out an ear thermometer.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll take up antiquing. Just as soon as I start walking with a cane and ‘whippersnapper’ enters my vocabulary.” Soul replied sarcastically, turning his head to allow easier access.

“Fair enough,” Medusa said as she stuck the device in his ear, “but her collection is really getting quite spectacular. She even has a few items with magical properties.”

Soul tensed up for a moment, a detail Medusa noted. “Yeah? Like what? She get any flying carpets?”

“Not quite,” Medusa responded as she drew back the thermometer and read the display, “most of them are simply tricks that any old hedge mage can do. Old-time lamps that emit rainbow light, a cuckoo clock that speaks in tongues, things like that. Objects that aren’t inherently magical generally can’t hold a charm for over a century, so whoever enchanted them must have been either very determined or very bored.”

Soul gave her an odd look as she put away the thermometer and got up to move towards her bag. “How do you know so much about magic?”

“I have my hobbies too, you know.” She replied with a grin over her shoulder as she began to dig through her bag. “Magical lore is fascinating, even if the practitioners are less than admirable characters.”

Hey, maybe she knows something about the stone? Soul wondered. Someone who studies this kind of thing probably knows how to undo illusions like this. I mean, that’s all it could be, right? There’s no way some rock is really changing everyone. It’s just messing with my head. If anyone can help me, it’s her! But how would I explain what I was seeing? I can’t actually tell her that I wished for her to have bigger tits. And Maka too. Well, she might understand that one. And she’s a nurse, so she’s all about confidentiality. Yeah, this could work!

“Please take your shirt off.” Medusa said, turning around with stethoscope in hand.

Yeah I wish she would but I have to figure out the best way to throw this out there. ‘I have some experience with magical items too, like this thing I got recently that makes me think that my wishes are coming—’

Medusa’s nurse jacket fell onto his lap, prompting Soul to look up. His jaw nearly tore itself open as Medusa finished drawing her undershirt up over her incredible bosom. Her rack jiggled enticingly as her nipples were exposed to his eyes, and they quickly became erect from the cool air of the room. Soul’s dick shot up to its full length, tenting his baggy pants in a very noticeable fashion. His hand that he’d unconsciously slipped into his pocket grasped the rock even tighter…

*written by Armidillo