Busty Medusa

Soul leaned back with his hands behind his head, trying to project a non-chalant air of ‘coolness’ despite the vague discomfort he felt with the Academy Nurse in the house. He really should have made a stronger effort in fobbing her exam off, at the time it had just been easier to go along but he was paying for that laziness now. He allowed his head to loll to the side, he eyes focusing on one of the pictures on the mantel. His white eyebrows came together as he noticed something odd about Maka’s proportions.

Was it a trick of the light?

He got up, shoved his hands into his pockets, and strode over while keeping an eye on the staircase for Medusa’s return. Soul grabbed the picture and brought it in close, not quite believing what his eyes were telling him. There was simply no mistaking the dramatic swell of Maka’s bosom underneath the sweater she was wearing. It hadn’t been like this before, not in any of the hundreds of times he’s happened to notice it in the past! He reached out and picked up the rock, still sitting upon the mantel.

No way. No freaking way.

Soul heard the nurse walking down the stairs and he turned to look. He felt the urge to prove his wild flight of fancy wrong. I wish Nurse Medusa had huge tits. He instantly felt stupid. It had simply been the first thing to enter his head and given the picture in his hand it was pretty obvious where it had come from. Soul’s thoughts shuttered to an abrupt halt as Medusa came into view.

The blonde nurse was a lithe woman, so when her chest began to expand before Soul’s very eyes it was exceedingly noticeable. The midnight black color of her undershirt was a sharp contrast to the stark white of her nurse’s jacket so it was hard to miss the way her dark bosom pushed outward causing the sides of her jacket to fall away to the sides. The gold braid of her hair that was exotically styled to fall down her front steadily went from pointing gently towards the floor to an ever more horizontal orientation as her breast flesh gathered to form a shelf of sorts. The size of her chest was truly outrageous given her slight frame and Soul found his mouth dropping open as he stared in wonder.

It was truly fortunate that his shopping trip had bled his nose dry or he would definitely be having another very ‘uncool’ moment right about now, despite the nurse being completely clothed.

Medusa crossed the space between them and laid the back of her hand across his forehead, “Are you feeling alright, Soul? You look rather pale...”

“Gah!” Soul flailed away, cursing himself for looking like an idiot but he couldn’t help it. With Medusa that close, her boobs were like an inch away from him! Those suckers were freaking huge! “Uh…no, er- I mean yes, I feel fine.”

Her eyes watched him unblinkingly, “Are you very sure? You don’t appear to be fine.”

Soul fought to gather his thoughts for an excuse but the way Medusa had positioned her arms was distracting him. She had her chin in one hand as she looked at him, but that arm was resting in the palm of her other hand whose arm was lying horizontally just underneath her enormous bosom. With a tremendous exertion of will, he **** his normal cool collected persona into place; turning away from her he made a ‘throw away’ gesture with his hand, “Yea, yea. I just hate medical exams, ya know?”

As he strode back to the couch, with his usual relaxed swagger his mind was racing. That rock…that wishing rock was real! It actually granted wishes! The background upwelling of excitement at the prospects of such a thing was pushed aside by a jagged awareness of the way he’d used it on his meister. Soul thought it was pretty uncool to just go around changing other people, even if it had been for a good cause. He knew he certainly wouldn’t enjoy being changed like that…