BULGE Issue #1

Written in collaboration with Cross C

The Mankanshoku household, perched atop Honnoji’s pillar, was slightly quieter than their usual mornings. It wasn’t just that Ryuko was sulking while sitting on the roof, no, something else was troubling their abode.

A large bowl of croquettes had been airdropped atop their small table, and most of the family were engorging themselves on the mystery meats inside with nary a worry to their soul.

Yet Barazo simply stared at his bowl, unable to eat for the first time in his life.

He sat at the low table in his boxers and an open robe, looking ever so troubled as the dawning realisation suddenly slammed into his family.

“Ah! Dad’s dying!”

“Oh my god, honey! Please talk to me!”

“How cruel! He’s just become a fashion super star!”

“Guts!”

“I’m not dying!” he barked at his melodramatic family, “I’m just… thinking.”

They all calmed down, sitting back down at the table with a confused and concerned look shared between them all. “Um… about what, dear?”

He expelled the air in his lungs slowly before talking, “Okay, we can all agree that I’m incredibly fashionable, yeah?” After standing up to show off his mostly naked body, girthy cock waving quite close to Mako’s face, his family all emphatically nodded. “Good. But as fashionable as I am with my own body I don’t really know anything about the fashion world. How long do clothes stay ‘vogue’? Will Satsuki-chan expect me to create powerful fashion statements regularly?”

“It’s true, you’re a trendsetter now, Dad!” said Mako happily, still chewing her croquettes while openingly ogling her father’s underwear, “All of us youthful adults of today are looking to you for fashion advice!”

“Oh great, more pressure…”

Mataro just shrugged, “So what’s the problem? You already came up with those fashionable undies, dad. Just search your brain for something like that to really shake the fashion world again!”

“Y-yeah… could do…” Barazo nervously agreed, hoping he’d find another pair of super fashionable boxers in the next trash can he dug through.

“I don’t think you should change your look, Honeybear. Ever.” said Sukuyo somewhat sternly, “It’s timeless. Satsuki hasn’t hired you to be a fashion model, you’re the consultant. All you need to do judge her slutty little outfits.”

“I guess…” he replied, scratching the back of his head. “But I’ve been at the top of the fashion world for a whole day and a half! What if students start to think of me as a handsome, well-hung, has-been?”

The lights went out.

HALLELUJAH!

A spotlight came down from the heavens on the bowl haired cutie with her hands crossed above her.

Jumping around with the energy of a toddler who found his older brother’s Monster Energy supply, Mako began one of her iconic explanations.

“Dad! Despite his overwhelming fashion, dad is wondering how to stay relevant! Everyone agrees! He’s already great! I liked him before the underwear too! But how to make sure everyone stays liking him? Hmm! Hmm he goes! But he hasn’t asked me! Me! I may look like a boring and average plain girl, but I know about fashion! Some girls my age once talked about it on the table next to me! They talked about how stylish and vogue Lady Satsuki was! Even if her breasts aren’t as big as Ryuko-chan’s! But why was Lady Satsuki considered vogue you ask? It’s simple… they read it in a fashion magazine! Yes! A fashion magazine! I only read one once when someone had thrown it out by the river, but the crumpled mess still showed me so much! So many fashion tips! Everyone who is fashionable has their own magazine! Dad! Start a magazine so everyone can read your fashion tips! Fashion tips magazine! Magazine fashion! Magaziiiiinnnnneeeee!!!!!!”

As her light show petered out, Barazo was nodding along to his daughter’s usual over explanation, “...a magazine you say?”

“It would let you send out a lot of ‘tips’ quite quickly, dear,” said Sukuyo.

Mataro pumped his fist, “Yeah dad! I bet anyone would do what you say in the name of fashion!”

“Hahaha! It’s a wonderful idea, my beautiful little Mako-chan! Here, you can eat the rest of my croquettes!”

“Oh boy! Extra nutrients for my growing body! Yum!” she exclaimed, quickly scarfing down more of the mystery meat as her dad began walking for the door.

“Not eating, dear?”

“Not just yet… I’ve got to go find the Magazine Club!”

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The next morning, as students flooded into the gates of Honnoji Academy, they were met by the usual stern-faced Disciplinary Committee, but instead of handing out righteous justice the group instead was handing out a glossy new publication. Gamagori yelled at the students that reading the inaugural issue of Barazo's ‘Bulge’ Magazine was mandatory, not that they were in any way unenthusiastic at the prospect of reading such a momentous magazine.

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The Front Cover:

The magazine’s design was a surprisingly tasteful affair. Whatever graphic design student Barazo had roped into this clearly had a passion for it, and Barazo had let them take the lead. The title text ‘BULGE’ was bold yet subtly understated, sticking to dark grey on the light grey background as if it demanded attention yet refused to beg for it.

If anything, it would look like a real fashion mag, if not for the overweight middle aged father in a speedo taking center stage.

Barazo was posed in a ‘sexy’ stance, one hand on his hip, the other holding a leather jacket that draped over his left shoulder. He was wearing his signature open robe and King’s regalia, staring off into the middle distance like he was on his way to an important business meeting when someone had stopped him to take a photo of his incredible fashion. Or at least, that’s how he wanted it to be perceived. The headline beneath him read: 'HE'S DONE IT AGAIN! BARAZO'S 10 TIPS TO MAKE YOU IRRESISTIBLE!'

In the bottom right corner, a smaller box promised the contents within: 'Find Out The Secret Sauce For Glowing Skin! Learn The New 'Ready Stance' That's Driving Boys Wild! Plus: A Special Centerfold You Won't Want To Miss!'

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Page 3: The Editor's Letter

Why hello there, my little fashionistas!

It's me, your best pal and style guru, Barazo Mankanshoku! I bet you're all wondering, "Barazo-sama, how do you stay so ahead of the curve? How do you always know what's hot and what's crock pot?" Well, the answer is simple: I'm just a regular guy! I may have a huge penis, a passion for looking good, and a loving family, but that doesn't mean I'm not dedicated to helping you look gooder!

From the harsh environment of being a back-alley shady doctor to becoming a front-alley fashion consultant, fashion model, Elite Four member, transfer student trainer, and Satsuki-chan pleasurer! I’m a real rags to riches story unfolding before your eyes! But it’s time for me to give back to the school. I saw you all loving my uniform ideas, and I thought, "Barazo, these kids need more guidance! They're salivating in their hearts and minds for real, honest, brutal, sexy, fashion guidance!"

So to answer those cravings, I made this magazine! It's not just about clothes though, it's about the attitude you can have to improve your fashion on a day to day level, like I did! ‘Bulge’ is full of my best tips to help you be the coolest, sexiest, and most popular student you can be! So read up, take notes, and get ready to be bodacious!

Your New Pal,

Barazo Mankanshoku

P.S. Maid outfits are still in style for all-a y’all, but next week we’re doing aprons only!

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All the students read every word of the magazine like it was gospel. And, in a way, it sort of was. Bulge was laced with the same mind controlling elements that were sewn into Barazo’s undies. All orders were absolute, including ‘Barazo’s fashion tips’, no matter how lewd they became…

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Barazo's Tip #1: Perfect Posture!

Tired of slouching? True style comes from confidence! To improve your posture, boys and girls should practice the 'Ready Stance.' Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and your hands clasped behind your head, thrusting your chest forward. Hold this pose whenever you're waiting in line or listening to a lecture to show you're alert and eager to learn!

The halls of Honnouji Academy were silent, but not with the respectful silence of a learning institution. It was the silence of a painting, a meticulously crafted tableau of obedience. Satsuki Kiryuin walked through them, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor, the only sound in a sea of stillness. She was clad in her new usual uniform: that black and white maid outfit that was far more revealing than it was practical. The frilly apron did little to conceal the swell of her hips, and the neckline plunged dangerously low, a design choice she now understood was a feature, not a flaw.

She paused before the window of a first-year history classroom. Inside, dozens of students stood frozen beside their desks, their bodies locked in the ‘Ready Stance’. Their hands were clasped behind their heads, elbows jutting out, and their chests thrust forward with a uniform, almost fanatical, devotion. Boys and girls alike, their bodies arched in identical displays of eager-to-please submission. The maid uniform cladded students’ desire to learn was replaced with a grin-clad eagerness to present. They were living, breathing mannequins, showcasing the ‘confidence’ that Barazo Mankanshoku had so graciously bestowed upon them.

A faint smile touched Satsuki's plush lips. She’d read ‘Bulge’ the second she’d known of its existence, and was so incredibly impressed by each page. Despite entering him into the Elite Four, she was mostly expecting Barazo to take to the role very lackadaisically. Spend his days fucking her in her throne until she couldn’t walk anymore, as was his right. But this exceeded her expectations and then some. This was order. This was discipline. Not the iron-fisted, fear-based order she had once imposed… but a deeper, more profound obedience born from a desire to become a fashion icon. It was a pure dedication to follow one’s dreams, and she respected it.

Perhaps this overweight pervert could finally be the powerhouse she needed to overthrow her mother's tyranny.

The more Barazo changed the less her students wore. The less her students wore, the more powerful a fighting force they became. A mass of nearly nude unstoppable juggernauts could be on the horizon, as long as the dream of becoming as fashionable as Barazo hung over their heads like a girthy carrot on a girthier stick.

Satsuki continued her patrol, her gaze sweeping over the other classrooms. A physics lab where students stood in the Ready Stance while Bunsen burners flamed unattended behind them. A literature hall where a teacher droned on about classic poetry to an audience of perfectly presented chests. Each more ready to learn than the last.

She’d be sure to reward Barazo properly for his new magazine.

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Barazo's Tip #2: Accessorize Your Skin!

The most fashionable accessories are the ones you can't buy! Hickeys on the neck! Lipstick smears on your cheek! They're beautiful badges of honor that you can use to rub in the face of your detractors! Nobody can deny your prowess with one of those accessories!

There are very few places to have a secret meeting in Honnoji Academy.

Back alley dealings and shady practices are often handled outside the walls of the fortified school, mostly out of fear the massive ogre running the disciplinary club could find you and make you suffer a thousand years of pain in a second. It just made more sense to handle it in the town.

But it wasn't impossible either. There was at least one or two secret places to meet someone, which is why a certain pink haired girl was waiting in a secluded spot under a forgotten fire escape stairwell right now.

She wore a brown jacket with a large collar that clearly was three sizes too big for her. Sunglasses and a fedora covered as much of her identity as she could hide, just in case someone other than the one she was meeting with found her here. Luckily for the girl, her target soon approached alone.

“...this never leaks, got it?”

The brown haired girl that had approached rolled her eyes, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You got what I want?”

Nonon clicked her tongue behind the collar, taking a beat before sliding out a file of documents and offering it over. “Everything you need to get transferred back into Honnoji.”

“Yes! I knew hanging around the school behind the bleachers and sleeping in the vents would get me back unexpelled eventually!” said Maiko Ogure, pumping her fist excitedly, reaching over to grab the file before it was snatched away.

“Your side of the deal first.” said Nonon, offering instead a deep red lipstick.

Maiko rolled her eyes again, “Fine, give it here.” She began applying a thick layer of rouge to herself while Nonon took a second to collect herself, then sliding off her coat and exposing her neck. “Dunno why you're not getting your precious 'Lady Satsuki' to do this, but whatever gets me back in.”

“Lady Satsuki is exactly who I'm doing this for, you bland, uninteresting, toad,” Nonon shot back. “She'll see my sexual prowess and be blown away at how stylish I am. Maybe she'll even let me take care of her sexual needs for a day...”

Finding out who this was for made Maiko frown. She still planned to overthrow Satsuki and take the school for herself, which made the act of helping a girl seduce her rather counterintuitive to any plans. Though perhaps Satsuki would be too enthralled by this pink haired girl to see Maiko coming? The idea of the great stoic Lady Satsuki being obsessed sexually with anyone seemed too silly a plan to put faith in, but this was to get back into school at the end of the day.

Maiko would at least be able to take out her frustrations by giving this idiotically loyal Nonon a really rough hickey and overly smeared lipstick. Two things Nonon really appreciated her doing.

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Barazo's Tip #3: Spank-a-day!

Club unity is more important than ever, ya know! To foster trust and communication, all clubs must begin their day with the 'Morning Salute.' Club members line up, and the head of the club goes down the row, giving each member a firm, respectful pat on the rear to 'awaken their competitive spirit’.

“I SAID LINE UP!”

The tennis club collectively gulped.

Out of all the students that had their asses spanked this morning, none were feeling as full of dread for the act as those under the leadership of Omiko Hakotade.

They quickly did as they were told. Hands clenching their forearms behind their backs while they leant slightly forward, presenting their various levels of toned booty, all in a single file line on the tennis court. All the maid skirts were flipped up and presenting.

The jagged teeth of their leader were shining brightly as she inspected her troops. Her single inspecting lense that she used to judge the angle of a tennis shot was now analysing each cheek for signs of weakness during the morning salute.

Omiko approached the first of her club, a nubile girl known for her solid doubles plays, now just an ample peach for her to vent her frustrations.

The sound of her spitting on her hand made her club mate flinch, which only seemed to add to Omiko’s enjoyment.

“Let’s begin, shall we?”

With her other hand, Omiko gently raised the girl’s skirt, making sure that nothing got in the way. Readying her spit covered palm. Drawing it back slowly. Fingers wiggling wildly as the anticipation grew with each second.

Then grabbing a paddle from behind her back and spanking the girl hard.

“YIPE!”

“WOO!” Omiko cheered, not wasting any time in delivering the next three ‘salutes’ in line, “How do you like that, Matoi?! HUH?! HUH?!”

Obviously, her imagination was making this rather cathartic for the tennis girl.

She practiced her front swing over and over against all of her club mates. Technically, if any of them didn’t want to be fashionable, they could have opted out. But who would take the social ostracization of not getting spanked by their club leader? Each whack of their tush just meant their beauty was improving thanks to the awakening of their competitive spirits.

Besides, at least they didn’t have Gamagori as their club leader.

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Barazo's Tip #4: Study Buddy!

Learning is just as important as clothes when it comes to fashion. And what’s the most vogue technique when it comes to learning these days? Why, sharing of course! Study partners rubbing up against each other were all the rage when I was growing up. And the best way to learn is obviously to have the smaller partner sit in the larger partner’s lap. Combine your body heat and rub together to increase learning by 30%, probably!

Mikisugi scratched the back of his neck. His shaggy blue hair rubbing against his fingers as he tried to figure out what he was looking at.

The need for chairs in his class had literally halved. Everyone was now sharing a seat together. ‘Study Partners’ were suddenly all the rage, with it apparently being a ‘fashionable’ thing to share a seat together while they studied.

To his sunglasses-covered eyes, it really didn’t seem to be working.

The genders weren’t equal in the class, and even then they seemed to have gone with study partners based on friendships first. Mikisugi couldn’t even really tell who had it harder. Girls sitting on girls seemed to be the most productive. Boys sitting on boys just made both look uncomfortable, though some were super into it. Girls sitting on boys… well, it’s clear from the shuffling that something had ‘come up’ between them. And, for one lucky pair of a tall girl and a tiny boy, they seemed far too wrapped up in hugging each other to care about his class.

Perhaps it was because he was the only one in school that was not wearing any level of life fiber clothing, making him stand out quite a bit as the only non-maid, but still had massive suspicions. He knew he had to do some investigation into whatever ‘Bulge’ was. After he bought himself a maid outfit…

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Barazo's Tip #5: Secret Menu Sauce!

I got my wife to open up a secret menu for the school cafeteria! If any girl asks for a ‘Barazo Special’, you’ll get a either a pizza slice or croquette slathered with only the finest ‘garlic dip’ if you catch my drift, HA! Oh, uh, the ‘sauce’ will help your… skin. Yeah, your skin will shine the more you eat my sauce. I’m sure girls will find it oh so delicious too! Are you writing all this down, kid?

“Sorry, Mako honey. We just ran out of secret sauce.”

“What?! No way!”

Mako melted onto the glass in front of her in disappointment. This is what she got for being late to get to the cafeteria. It was all because she was busy trying to get her perfect posture right and kept falling over instead.

All around the cafeteria, the other female students were enjoying the secret sauce. Chewing loudly with their pizzas dripping in white. Some dipping crusts into the provided dipping cups. Others giving the croquettes a go and having the creamy substance positively shoot out onto their tongues. The gooey salty substance melted on their mouths and basted their taste buds. It was like they were getting a shot of pure fashion with every bite.

“I just wasn’t given enough warning,” Sukuyo sighed, placing her hand to her cheek and shaking her head at the scene. “Tomorrow I’ll be sure to milk your father much more so that there’s less disappointed customers.”

Mako was barely listening, instead just panicking about her own problems, “This is bad! Dad is a big time fashion mogul now, so everyone’s looking at me to be just as fashion focused! How is a normal plain girl like me supposed to shine just as bright as her big penis father if she doesn’t follow all the tips laid out in Bulge?!”

Her daughter was jumping around so nervously, and it felt cruel to put her out to pasture like this. All these changes couldn’t have been easy on Mako, and so she decided to help her daughter out in any way she could, “Well… I was saving these two croquettes for my own lunch, but I think I know where your father for me to get more sauce for myself. Here you go, honey.”

“Really?! Thanks so much mom!”

Mako quickly grabbed the crusty object and slammed it into her mouth. She finally got a taste of the ‘garlic’ that had taken the cafeteria by storm, and she instantly could see why. Chewing loudly, the sauce oozed out and coated her tongue. The salty pungent liquid was unlike anything Mako had ever tasted, a far cry from the sweets Mako usually preferred, yet (thanks to Bulge order) she found it completely delicious! Each bite filling her soul and making her more fashionable, plus was making her womb tingle in a way she wasn’t smart enough to understand.

“Wow, that was tasty! I’m sure everyone’s going to see my skin sparkle now!” Mako beamed, as a comedically timed shine effect passed over her cheeks.

“You always sparkle to me, Mako-chan,” Sukuyo smiled, noticing that her daughter had the second croquette in hand while walking away, “You’re not going to eat both?”

Mako’s legs were a blur as she built up her sonic speed while standing mostly in place, “I already got my secret sauce! I gotta go up to Ryuko-chan to make sure she gets a chance to shine too! Thanks mooooooo-!”

“Such a nice girl,” said Sukuyo to herself. “I’m glad we share a taste for her father’s cum.”

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The Centerfold

At the magazine’s middle point lay a truly revealing high definition photograph.

Titled ‘The Strength in Nudity’, Mankanshoku Barazo and Satsuki Kiryuin lay on their backs together, the latter atop the former, framing each other perfectly.

Lady Satsuki, the head and idol of the school, lay back across the man’s hairy belly completely nude, but with an asterix next to nude. Her face had a subtle blush, arms stretched out above her head, and an expression that seemed to be subtly begging the camera to ravage her. That look alone would be a way to give most of the student body insta-boners and drenched panties.

As for the asterix next to nude, it didn’t mean she was wearing clothes. Instead, Barazo was simply ‘censoring’ her naughty bits.

His hands gripped the student president’s massive tits from behind, showing just how soft and pliable the untouchable woman’s tits really were. Her melons squeezed between his fingers, and though her nips were covered by his palms it still looked incredibly lewd the way she let him have just untamed access.

As for her pussy, it was covered over by the school’s most stretchiest pair of underwear. Barazo’s boner stood tall between Satsuki’s thighs, covering over her slit and reaching up towards her belly button. It was as if he was showing just how far into Satsuki he’d fucked with his impossibly sized length. This For those into that stuff, it also sort of looked like Satsuki was a futa.

It didn’t even take until the end of the day for the centerfold to be the most framed piece of artwork in the entire of Honnoji. Lining many lonely bedrooms and causing an incalculable number of tissues to be filled.

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Barazo's Tip #6: Mama Snowbird!

Need a drink? Don’t just grab a bottle and start chugging like a plebian! Everyone around you is trying to be fashionable, so share in the natural oxidants of your classmates by having them spit water into your mouth instead! Absorb their power by having them feed you your water! Become the ultimate fashionista through their hard work! This works for other liquids too!

The sun was beating down hard on Honnoji. It wasn’t overly stuffy, but it was the sort of heat that made you wanna lay down on the grass and relax for a while.

That’s what Yu Narukami desired to be doing. He wanted to just cool off with the light breeze in the shade, but he was stuck sitting on some bleachers in the scorching sun while watching the kung fu club go through an interclub tournament. He was doing it as a promise to a friend to watch her fight and train, but was internally regretting his choices. Watching them fight just made him empathise with their sweaty efforts and made him feel even hotter in the blazing sun.

But then he was distracted from his melting by a sudden appearance from his companion.

“Yu! Yu!”

“Me?”

Chie, who had just beaten yet another member with ease, had suddenly ran up to him on the stands. Her body was absolutely drenched in sweat, which was causing her thin black combination maid/sports outfit to cling to her lithe form so very tightly. Yu had noticed from afar, but it was hard to ignore as she panted right in front of him.

Without warning she thrust a bottle of Gatorade into his hands, fanning herself off and speaking in a croaky voice that showed how dehydrated she was, “Mama me pls.” she asked before suddenly dropping to her knees in front of him, opening her mouth wide with tongue lolling out her mouth.

Yu looked between Chie and the bottle, realising what he was being asked to do.

Having a sweat cute girl on her knees in front of you, hands behind her head, mouth stretched all the way open to the point she was basically showing off her tonsils… yeah, Yu was twitching in more places than one.

Yu quickly took a massive swig of the energy drink, filling as much of his cheeks as he could till he looked squirrel-like in appearance. Then, after gently cupping her chin, started to shoot the fluid into Chie’s open maw.

The sporty girl moaned at the refreshing juice that her friend was sharing with her. Tongue wildly flicking around her lower lip to catch as much of the fashionable liquid as she could. She knew that Yu would be kind enough to mama bird her, and it certainly wasn’t a trick to try and get as much fashion power from the hottest guy she knew. Definitely not.

Gatorade splashed against her heated face, but Chie didn’t care. It just felt so good to be covered by Yu. She barely even noticed that his expression had turned into a bulging eyed freak, one capable of slamming another massive glug of juice into his mouth in a single second to not let the stream die out. She happily just glugged each and every squirt that her friend shot down at her.

“Mm… thanks, Yu!” She beamed after finally getting her fill of juice. Without missing a beat she lightly slapped her face and then ran back off onto the arena, waving at him briefly to shout, “See you again soon!”

The thumping in his pants wasn’t helping with the heat, but it was surely distracting him.

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Barazo's Tip #7: Breast stimulation!

We all know it: big boobs are so chic. Squishable and fuckable, the bigger the tits the better! But it’s been claimed that the only way to grow your chest into melons is with another pair of hands squeezing them at least once a day… and it’s true! The secret to bigger gazongas is to simply have someone else stretch and squeeze your tatas whenever you can!

As soon as the bell had rung, Yang knew how she’d be spending her break.

“Come on, Yang!”

“Ugh, again, Rubes?”

Ruby practically launched herself at her sister’s lap. Landing her rear hard enough onto Yang to make her do an impact noise. Ruby didn’t care, grabbing her sister’s hands and forcing them onto her modest chest, “You read Bulge! You may already have huge fashionable tits, but I’m never going to get a boyfriend without you stimulating mine to get bigger! Now grope!”

“Fine fine, geez. Like this isn’t the fourth time today I’m doing this.”

Yang could have complained more, but she was enjoying the closeness of getting to grope Ruby through her shirt. The girl had a-cups, but was hoping to grow as big as her sister’s double ds. Yang had come to terms with her bisexuality, and so was pretty happy to spend a break just groping and groping. If the next issue of Bulge revealed that nuts grew like this too then she’d happily share her magic hands out to everyone!

Of course, Ruby had first dibs right now, she was family after all. Besides, she was pretty cute the way she tried to stay stoic while being fondled, all the little noises and moans she made under her breath as the minutes ticked on helped Yang a lot. Ruby always got so flustered when Yang blew a bit onto her heated neck, or licked her ear.

It may have bothered her at first, but then it wasn’t like she was the only one doing her grope duty. Two of her classmates, one the apple of her eye, were performing the same action as the sisters right in the next seat. Blake had her hands around the hoity-toity Weiss, having a bit more chest to work with. Weiss melted so much easier than you’d have thought for an ice queen, and it had already become common for Blake to turn her into a melted puddle of nerves. Though this time, she had decided to multi task.

“A-are you reading on my back?! AHN!” Weiss exclaimed, feeling the book lean against her neck.

Blake just squeezed her tits harder to make her quiet, “Mmhmm.”

“Give me that!” Weiss hissed, looking over the book briefly before brightly blushing, “I-is this porn?!”

Blake just leant in to continue reading over Weiss’ shoulder, “Yeah. Didn’t you read all of Bulge? It said you should stimulate yourself regularly with dirty media for your endorphins to flourish.”

“Of course I read it! But we only got the issue today! You must have already had this… wow. This is filthy…”

“Mmhmm.” Blake purred, wrapping her legs lightly around Weiss’ as they read together.

The breast groping would surely continue for both pairs. Though it seemed like silly advice from a porn riddled brain like Barazo’s, it didn’t mean there wasn’t some new truth to it. Hormones did increase chest size already, and now, thanks to his orders, those hormones were plentifully shared. The fibers in their clothes pumping excessive amounts of the substance to increase the size of Ruby and Weiss’ tits. It would still take time, and a lot of squeezing, but they would certainly see results thanks to the King’s absolute orders.

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Barazo's Tip #8: The Intimate Inspection!

Ladies, a true fashion icon knows that style isn't just about what you wear, but what you wear underneath! To ensure you're all living up to your full potential, remember to always flash the most fashionable man in school whenever you see him! That way he can always inspect your panties are as fashionable as your makeup!. It's the fastest way to get a head start on looking fabulous!

In the halls before the afternoon bell stood two gossiping gyarus that had gotten to Honnoji early to chat. One brunette, one blonde, both bodacious. Lost in their own world, they simply stood in the doorway to their classroom and gave any student that needed to enter a cringey silent grimace. Forcing them to step over the pair before they continued chatting.

“And then Kenji was all like ‘I don’t wanna long term thing’.”

“Oh my god, what a jerk~uh! What did you tell him~uh?

“I told him that his ‘thing’ wasn’t long enough for my ‘term’ anyway! Then I walked away.”

“That Kenji is, like, such a poser~uh.”

“I know. Why did he even join… mm… join kendo club? I think he just has a little hard on for Suzu-chan. Grr…”

“Girl, you keep adjusting your top~uh.”

“Yeah, this new uniform is super cool, but my tits keep nearly falling out of the maid shit.”

“Mm. I hear ya~uh.”

“Ladies.”

The gyarus turned, read to give their usual disinterested grimaces towards the latest entrant to the room. A pause occurred though when there was no student looming over their crouched position, but rather a large orb of flesh jiggling in their faces. Hairy and bulbous, with a hairier and bulbousier protrusion sticking out from beneath the unkempt lard.

“Whose this old fat loser~uh?”

“Yui!” Her friend Yoko snipped, having already stood up and flipped up her apron hem. She spoke through the corner of her mouth in an angry whisper. “It’s the fashion guy.”

The blonde’s eyes went wide as her face went pale, “Oh my god~uh! I’m sooooooo sorry~uh!” she pleaded, quickly raising herself up before flashing Barazo in a similar fashion.

He didn’t seem all too fussed by the attitude. Keeping a hand on his chin as he bent at his waist, his task was clearly far too important to be bothered by such frivolities. He was the fashion expert after all, and if the gyarus were wearing unfashionable underwear there would be big problems. That was the new fashion rule after all. All female students had to flash him on sight for a pantie check.

Barazo got close enough to whiff at their crotches.

Yoko had a pair of scarlet silk panties with a small panda on the front, sporting a clear heart-shaped bush above it to show how maintained she was down there. They were just tight enough that he could make out her lips through the fabric when he got absolutely way too close, not that Yoko minded in the slightest.

Yui’s were pure white, somewhat going against the gyaru vibe she was going for, but certainly cute all the same. Barazo was quick to extend a proper examination of her panties. As everyone knows, the fashion expert was allowed to test their clothes in any way they saw fit… which was why Yui just gasped and grit her teeth when Barazo started sniffing and tasting her crotch.

He gripped at her ass cheeks, nibbled at her folds, all while snorting sounds overran all shrieks and ‘uh’s the girl was giving off.

“Not stylish enough underwear. Hand them over.”

Her eyes went wide, a redness crossing over her face as she glanced over her shoulder to the mostly full room of smug students all staring at her. Some even tauntingly giving the same grimace she’d been giving to them.

“But-uh~”

Barazo tutted at her, “No butters here, girlie. Strip.”

With a miffed huff she obliged. Bending at the waist she just tore the bandaid off as quickly as possible, mooning the class who began hollering almost immediately at the sight of her uncovered slit. Yui stepped out of them before reluctantly handing over one of her two pieces of clothing to the man, wishing she’d worn her sexy panties today.

Barazo admired the garment in his hand then turned, “You too.”

“Wha-?! Me?!”

“Unfashionable by association,” he said.

Yoko threw a boat load of daggers towards her friend. She performed her strip with similar quickness, handing over the garment while the onlookers roared.

“Hehehehehe, isn't Bulge the best?!” Barazo chuckled, rubbing the panties along his cheek with perverted gusto before addressing the gyarus. “Now I know you two are going to get super horny when you think about my big dick rubbing against your panties the rest of the day, but don’t make too much of a mess of your desk chairs!”

With his announcement he slammed the underwear into his crotch.

Both girls got visibly hotter at the sight.

His orders were absolute. Their libidos spiked in pleasure harshly as fibres wrapped tightly around their wombs, sending intense levels of pheromones pumping into their systems and forcing the pair to cross their thick thighs together while staring blatantly at their panties poking out from his thong. Liquid gushed out of their virgin uncovered pussies, stickying up their crotches from the idea that the fashion icon had his penis warmed by their lower heat. It was like a second-hand pussy kiss!

His dick size was always visible, dwarfing their tiny panties so much. The thought of the cloth they’d been wearing entertaining such a perfect specimen really boiled their cores, sending lines of juice to already spread down their legs.

Satisfied, Barazo began walking off, “If it gets really bad, just lick each other clean! Bye~!”

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Barazo's Tip #9: Haring is Caring!

Wash your hair everyday. That's, like, an actual one, right? Well, it's legit. Even I don't prefer a girl who doesn't have sweaty greasy hair, and girls want guys who are the same. Who doesn't like to smell a woman's fancy floral soaps? I know I do. That way I get a 'before' smell to compare to the 'after' smell of her sweaty love drunk scalp post fuck! That said, musks are totally different. If a girl wants to keep a couple sweaty armpits for me to lick then that's awesome! Uh, I mean, fashionable.

As the head of the ping pong club, Aizenbō Fuguhara felt like she had a duty to stay fashionable.

It was surprising how many club leadership positions boiled down to popularity. Lady Satsuki did not have the time to truly determine who was the best at every given activity she approved of, so she relied on elected officials to take the mantle and earn their star shining Goku Uniforms.

Fuguhara was far from bad at ping pong, but she knew that she only really got the position because she was friends with 55% of the club members when elections happened. A number that had dropped to 45% after a few catty incidents and mistimed ball hits to the face (controlling her uniform was difficult). Nobody had grounds to call for a re-election just yet, but if her fashion level was too low she knew Satsuki wouldn't hesitate to put that blonde bitch Pinpon Dajare in charge.

So when Bulge had come out, Fuguhara was sure to read it front to back multiple times. She made sure to follow each and every order to the letter, no matter how it made her look.

Hickey on her neck. Lipstick staining her forehead and both cheeks. Hiring the massage club to fondle her breasts. Spanking her underlings. Sitting on the fish looking boy's lap during class, then having him spit an frankly ridiculous amount of water into her mouth. Consuming only pizza and croquettes with extra sauce. And always keeping her hands behind her head, only resting to take a ping pong swing.

Only one task eluded her: finding the fashion man himself. Which is why she was extra happy to see him walking through the gym on one of his inspection tours.

“Barazo-sama!” she burst, dropping her ready stance and rushing towards him enough to make him blink in surprise. Greeting him properly with a flashing of her ping pong themed panties. “Look at this!”

“Well, hello there!”

Before he could properly respond, she added, “And smell this!” Her head nearly slammed right into his nose, forcing him to whiff the floral scent she drowned her hair in all night. “And smell this!” Next was her sweaty armpit that she had made sure was extra stinky after working out over and over again. “And look at this! And experience this! And witness this! And this! And this! And this!”

Despite the heavy influx of words, Barazo lived with Mako. He knew how to follow an overly excited girl showing off, and slowly stroked his chin while following the girl's requests. “Hmm, all very nice. I see you enjoyed Bulge?”

“Of course I did! I just...” she trailed off, looking back at her underlings briefly “ Um, am I... fashionable? Would you say?”

“Hmmm... yep! You're one fashionable gal!” he replied with a cheesy thumbs up.

“Really?! Oh thank you thank you thank you!!!”

“Although... have you been following rule 10?”

“Yes! Repeatedly! Would you like to smell to check?!”

“Wahahaha! I've got to go see my lodger first, but afterwards I'll be sure to do so!” he chortled, continuing on his journey like a stalwart samurai. “Be sure to read Issue 2 when it comes out! I've got tons of lewd tips that will be sure to make you the envy of your classmates!”

Fuguhara looked back at her already frowning underlings. They were all in their ready stances, but none had been actually deemed fashionable by the studly Elite Four member himself! Fuguhara couldn't help but beam her jagged teeth proudly, feeling oh so confident in her body that she strutted back towards the game table.

“Looking forwards to it, sir~”

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Barazo's Tip #10: Done!

Phew, that was a long list. Hm? What do you mean I've only done nine?! I swear I did them all! Ah fuck. Uhh, I don't know, just remember to... masturbate! Yeah, masturbate regularly, k? I'm sure there's something in endorphins that'll make your skin, uh, good. Ciao for now my lovely students!