Federal Genital Inspector Akane: Recurring Appointment

Ukyo smirked as she looked at the door before her, its stylised symbol of a man telling of the gender the toilets beyond were designed for. Once upon a time this had been the room that she'd been most afraid of – the room where her secret was most likely to be discovered. When you were attending an all-boys school, the other students tended to notice when you never, ever used the urinals and some of them weren't adverse to jumping up to look over the partitions to see what you were hiding when you used the sit-down toilets. Ukyo had gotten used to staking out the bathrooms at her former school, holding it in until her bladder was set to burst until she was certain that no-one else was in there so she could pee in peace without fear of discovery.

Now, that fear was gone. With a cocky (literally, now, as she could feel it swinging in her newly bought boxers!) swagger she walked through the once-dreaded portal into the boys-only sanctum. On one side of the room stood five partitioned toilets, all closed off with doors marked as occupied. For once, she didn't care, her eyes instead moving to the right where a set of sinks stood. And beyond them, three urinals were tightly packed into the remaining space. Two of the spaces were free, and her smirk grew as she casually sauntered up to one of them, planting her feet as she stood before it.

Her fingers grasped the zipper of her trousers, drawing it down and then reaching in to reach through the gap in her new underwear to grasp the soft tube of flesh within. After a moment's fumbling, as she was still getting used to her new body part, she pulled her cock out to expose it to the air.

Ukyo was a bit self-conscious about her female body. She'd spent most of her life rejecting and hiding it away behind a boy's persona, after all. But she'd seen plenty of dicks in her time, thanks again to attending boys schools and spotting eyefuls at urinals on the occasions when her bladder had won out over her patience for waiting on an empty toilet room and she'd rushed in early. And thanks to those eyefuls she knew that, quite frankly, Akane had ensured that she had nothing to be embarrassed about. She had no hangups about exposing her very large dick to potential glances from the nearby boy.

As she pointed her new cock at the urinal, her ears picked up the sound of the door opening. Always aware of her surroundings, thanks to her martial arts background (especially heightened thanks to her school's training against thieving little shits stealing her okonomiyaki!), she spotted Ranma walking in from the corner of her eye.

The familiar burst of anger at the boy who had abandoned her and left her at the side of the road hit her, but it was more muted than usual. She was still riding high from last night's inspection, too pleasantly buzzed to succumb to her usual dark thoughts. The experience had also left her so out of it after Akane left that she'd not had time to setup her battle arena. Without that ready, she hadn't yet given her asshole childhood friend her fighting challenge. Still, his time would come. Hopefully the idiot would actually recognise her before that happened, because he hadn't yet.

Feeling the familiar flames of anger start to rise, she gritted her teeth as her friend-turned-enemy obliviously walked up and stood next to her. After a moment, he'd fished out his own cock in preparation for emptying his bladder.

Ukyo had learnt a lot of things while pretending to be a boy. And despite her previous best efforts to only enter the boys toilets when it was empty, she'd still picked up the important guy lesson that you never openly stared at another guy's penis when you were at the urinals. The key word there was openly, though. As an outsider to the process, it had been pretty clear to her that boys took a quick surreptitious glance to measure up and compare themselves to each other. Now that she had her own trouser snake, though, she found herself as susceptible to the urge to compare as any true boy.

The rising flames of her anger were quickly doused as her eyes darted down to check Ranma's cock. It was above average for a Japanese boy of his age, but she had him beat by at least two, maybe ever three inches. It took all of her martial arts training in centering herself for her to keep a blank, smirk-free face, as she returned her attentions to taking her own leak. That was one thing that he wouldn't be beating her in, at least!

She had to bite back a sigh of contentment as she let go. Peeing with a cock was so much easier than doing it with her pussy! She'd doubted Akane's actions when she'd first received this thing last night, but the cute girl had proven why she was the one with the Inspector Badge when Ukyo had found just how convenient this thing was. Sure, she wasn't a hundred percent woman any more, but she was rapidly finding out that she was quite okay with that.

By the time she was finished, Ranma and the other boy at the urinals had left. Ukyo mimicked the actions she'd seen them both do, shaking her cock a few times after she was done. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes glancing between the closed toilet doors and the exit, before she dashed over to the sinks. Quickly, before she could be caught, she dolloped some liquid soap and then some water over her cock, cleaning it up in preparation for her inspection. She didn't want Akane to find any fault with her appendage when she was lathing it with her tongue, after all. Her penis started to stiffen, not so much from the attention, but from the thought of the blue-haired girl's lips forming a seal around her as the girl sucked her cum like a vacuum.

Ukyo silently cursed herself as she struggled to put her stiffening cock back into her pants before anyone could walk in. What the hell was wrong with her!? Akane was a federally mandated inspector who was just doing her job – fantasising about her doing her lawful work was probably a code violation of some sort!

She'd barely gotten her hardening penis back into its place and zipped up before her traitorous mind conjured a fantasy image:

Akane stood over her prone naked body, the bluenette ignoring her own nudity as she retained the professional air of an official government worker.

“Just lie back there, Ukyo. I think it's time for me to test out your cock with a full inspection.”

With those words, the imaginary image of Akane knelt down, her damp pussy lips obscenely parting as they were split by Ukyo's stiff, aching cock. Throughout it all, as Akane completely impaled herself on Ukyo's dick, the inspector never lost her professional demeanour.

Akane leant down, her hands resting on Ukyo's breasts for support, as the Tendo girl officially noted, “After my pussy has finished its inspection, I'll need to also check your cock's responsiveness to going in my ass.”

“Damn it, get down!” Ukyo hissed, feeling a mixture of guilt over sexualising a girl who was just doing a necessary, federally mandated job, and terror that someone would walk in and see her as her trousers started to tent. For all the upsides, she had just found out one of the greatest downsides to having a cock.

Akane couldn't shake the blush on her face as she walked into the nurse's office. She couldn't believe she was about to do this, and at school! Still, with Ukyo's restaurant job interfering with their schedule, this was the best time to get the inspection out of the way that didn't involve her trying to sneak out at 9pm – a sure fire path to being followed by Ranma, Nabiki or her dad and being caught while sucking Ukyo's delicious sperm.

Akane bit her lip, her blush deepening. She meant delicious in a culinary way! Not a pervert way! She wasn't looking forward to running her tongue over the beautiful girl-boy's engorged flesh at all! She totally hadn't been anticipating seeing Ukyo's emotive expressions again as she multi-orgasmed from two sets of genitalia!

“Fuck!” she uncharacteristically hissed to herself, her hands beating against her temples to try and override the images floating in her mind. “Stop thinking about her like that! She's only in this because of the Badge's stupid power! You're only doing this because it's her or Genma, and just because she's physically attractive doesn't mean you're shallow enough to lust over her no matter how tight and fit her body is and how her breasts heave and glisten when she's cummin-”

“Are you all right there, Akane?”

“Gaaah!”Akane screamed, before placing her hand over her heart. Before her stood the school nurse, a good looking woman in her early twenties who had recently graduated from nursing college. “Sensei, you scared me!”

“I'm sorry about that,” the nurse apologised. “Now, how can I help you? Are you injured? Feeling sick?”

Akane shook her head. “No, I'm fine. But I need to borrow the isolation room you use for people who might've caught the flu for... for official business.”

The nurse shook her head. “I'm sorry, Akane, but that room needs to be kept clear in case of sick students. It's not open for students to use for any other purpose.”

Akane swallowed, her hand trembling as she held up her Inspection Badge. “Not even f...for.. official inspection business?” she squeeked, her already heavily blushing face deepening into an ugly shade of red.

“O-oh!” The nurse's eyes widened. “Well, that's different. Of course, if you need to use the room to inspect me and others then you can use it, as a designated healthcare official.”

Akane nodded, too embarrassed to be able to articulate her words.

“Now then”, the nurse said as she calmly bent and pulled down her panties, leaving her pussy only covered by her skirt. “Do you wish to inspect my pussy here, or in the room?”

Akane opened her mouth, about to protest that she'd only used the badge's power to get the room, before she shut it again. God knows who she'd end up being **** to inspect if she ever again refused someone once the badge had been flashed. Licking her lips, she nodded her head to the isolation room, which was a small room containing a bed, with its own door, that sat next to the usual curtained-off beds of the regular nursing room.

“P-please keep this to yourself,” Akane pleaded as she followed the attractive nurse into the room.

“Of course, dear,” the nurse replied as she shut the door behind them. “It's no more anyone else's business than how much tax I pay, after all.” With that said, she calmly unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the ground, leaving her shaved pussy free to the air.

Akane gulped. The pretty woman may not light the same fires in her belly as Ukyo's androgynous build, but she was still attractive in her own way. She hadn't been mentally prepared for inspecting the woman's pussy, but she had to go through with it now. Holding up her measuring tape in one hand, she brought out her notebook with the other as she made herself a mental reminder to not make the same mistake as she made with Ukyo. She might improve this woman's taste, but she wouldn't fall into the trap of making it as addictively tasty as the okonomiyaki chef's. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled, and then asked, “Is there anything you'd like changed or improved?”

Ukyo glanced around the nurse's room as she entered, her eyes quickly spotting the discarded panties on the floor. She didn't need to wonder why they were there, based on the feminine moans coming out of the adjoining room.

The okonomiyaki chef leaned against the nursing room's wall as she calmly waited in much the same way she'd wait for a line at the post office to clear. Soon enough came the louder cries of a woman climaxing in pleasure, before a period of quiet and then the dim murmurs of low voices in conversation. A couple of minutes later, the isolation room's door opened and the nurse stepped out, a picture of professionality despite her spiky, sweat soaked hair.

Ukyo nodded to the woman, who calmly smiled and returned the gesture, before walking into the room and closing the door behind her.

“Oh! Hello!” Akane greeted, looking a little like a kid who'd been caught stealing a cookie as she looked up from where she was sitting on the bed (the bedspread of which, Ukyo idly noted, was very ruffled). “How long were you out there? Y-you didn't hear anything, did you?”

Ukyo couldn't help but note that she looked adorable with that flushed face and the smattering of the nurse's juices across her lips. Ukyo silently cursed herself at that stray thought. Thinking of Akane like that was like ogling the gas inspector – completely disrespectful to a professional as they committed themselves to their work. Just because Akane was objectively cute and more than a little sexy with other people's cums staining her lips didn't mean that Ukyo had a right to fetishise an official federal employee like that!

“Nothing worth noting,” Ukyo replied as she started to unbutton her boy's shirt.

“Wh-why are you taking off your shirt”? Akane stammered, her eyes widening.

Ukyo paused, frowning. “I thought you were going to inspect me again?”

Akane nodded. “I was. But... you don't need your top off for that, right?”

Ukyo shook her head. “No, but remember the mess I made last time? If you want me to keep this to ourselves like you said last night, then wearing stained clothes might break the confidentiality of your work with me.”

“Oh.” Akane gulped, withering in embarassment at the thought of one of her friends (or worse, Ranma) noticing an errant string of Ukyo's cum on her clothes. She'd never live it down. After a moment's hesitation, she reached up to her own blouse. “That's... that's a good idea. It's okay since we're both girls here, right?”

“Mostly,” Ukyo dryly replied as she glanced down at her own crotch, before continuing to strip.

Soon enough, the two girls were naked, their clothes neatly stacked on a chair that was as far away from the bed as possible. Akane's arms were covering her breasts and crotch, her entire body blushing. Ukyo, as an inspectee, wasn't too concerned about being seen naked by an official inspector, and she stood there with her arms at her side, her flacid cock lying between her thighs. It twitched a little, rising a bit, as the chef's eyes snuck a glance at the bare flesh of the inspector, before she cursed herself for thinking of a professional like that and got it under control.

“So,” Ukyo said to distract herself, “Where do you want me?”

Akane pointed to the bed, before she realised that having done so meant that the girl-boy was getting a full view of her breasts. Her hand was halfway back to covering them up before she stopped and took a deep breath. This was stupid. Despite her extra bits, Ukyo was a girl. Being naked before her wasn't any different to being naked in the girl's public baths. Before she could rethink things, she dropped her arms to her sides, exposing herself completely.

Ukyo studiously kept her eyes above Akane's neck, resolutely determined to not screw up this inspection by acting like a jackass. Despite her resolution, her eyes betrayed her, glancing down to get an eyeful of the inspector's breasts, capped with cute, tight little pink nipples, and then going down further to note the blueish curls on her mons pubis. Her face flushed as she wrestled her eyes back to where they should be. Stealing glances at Akane's naked body wouldn't help promote a healthy set (or pair, as the case was now) of genitalia, which was the entire purpose of this procedure. She needed to stop being so disrespectful!

Akane gulped as Ukyo's cock started to rise to half-mast without her even touching it. In the light of day, which was streaming in through the window, the contrast between Ukyo's male appendage and her feminine curves was even more apparent than last night. And yet, it sat right on her body – she looked like she'd been born to have a cock. Another flash of guilt rode over her, washing out her rising desire to taste that fleshy rod. “Are you sure you don't want me to get rid of it?” she tentatively asked, not sure of which response she truly wanted to receive.

Ukyo shook her head as she sat on the edge of the bed. “No, no. I'm beginning to think that you made the right choice. I guess that's not surprising – they don't hand those badges out in cereal boxes. I'm growing to like it.”

So am I, a traitorous thought noted in Akane's mind, before she ruthlessly stamped it down. “O-okay. Is there anything else you'd like to change about it?”

Ukyo shrugged. “As long as I'm bigger than Ranma, I'm good.”

"Like I'd ever want to see his thing again, let alone inspect it!" Akane reflexively protested. After a few seconds, she frowned as she processed Ukyo's words, and their new reminder of the chef's situation. Obviously she wasn't Ranma's illegitimate half-brother. But that didn't mean she wasn't Ranma's illegitimate half-sister, instead. Why else would Genma have responsibility for her to the point where he'd 'abandoned' her? If so, it seemed that gender fluidity ran in the family.

For a moment, that thought conjured the thought of a female Ranma, with her bigger breasts than Ukyo being offset by a girl-cock that fell a little short of Ukyo's perfect length. Akane bit her lips to prevent a visible reaction to the image of the two (possibly) half-sisters hugging in her mind. Her face started to heat up as the imaginary futanaris turned and kissed each other as their erect cocks rubbed against each other.

“Eeeee!” Akane hissed, her whole body deepening into a blush, closing her eyes as hard as she could as she fought to banish the arousing image.

Ukyo blinked, looking on in puzzlement at Akane's reaction, but dismissing it as some official federally mandated reaction that she wasn't trained in knowing about. Maybe it was a federal method for making her as hard as a rock without even touching her? Because it was working. The bluenette's reactions made her wish that they were in a real relationship, and not just a governmentally required genital inspection, because if this wasn't a federally mandated inspection she'd have gladly kissed the adorable girl by now.

“Not a pervert, not a pervert, not a pervert,” Akane whispered to herself in a mantra, before taking a deep, cleansing breath. “Okay. Okay, image banished.” And saved to long term memory for those quiet nights when no-one else is in the house and I can get some 'me' time, a traitorous little part of her thought.

Ukyo just looked at her, patiently waiting for the inspection to commence.

“Right,” Akane said as she knelt down in front of the other girl. “Let's get this out of the way, okay? It's just another procedure, like changing your tyre at the auto shop. Nothing perverted about it, right?”

“Absolute-ly!” Ukyo responded, her voice hitching up as Akane ran her tongue along her aching cock. She was damn glad she'd cleaned it, now.

Akane's eyes lowered into half-lids at the pleasant smell and taste of Ukyo's pre-cum, her tongue feeling the pulse of the chef's heartbeat running along the length of the cock. It was the perfect size, just the right width for her mouth to fit tightly around without being big enough to make her jaw ache. As far as initially unwanted penises go, it was a pretty damn fine one that she'd created here.

...In a, you know, strictly non-perverted and professional opinion kind of way.

Remembering the time she was puppeted by the Inspection ****, she looked up and asked, “Does everything appear to be working as you'd expect?”, more as a way of ensuring that she wasn't taken over for not doing a proper job than out of any actual professional concern. Her head had popped down to once again take Ukyo's cock between her lips before the chef could even answer.

“Y-yeah, that's good,” Ukyo responded anyway, as her role as an inspectee demanded. Her hands clenched against the edge of the bed, wanting nothing more than to grab the inspector's head and push it further onto her cock. But the forces that controlled her reactions, which might relax enough to let a little of her own personal desires leak through, wouldn't let her take over like that. She was there to be inspected, not for her to do anything to Akane that the bluenette didn't intitiate.

Akane was finding her second blowjob of the futanari to be much easier than the first from the night before. The jitters that she had the first time around were barely there, barely reminding her of how sick and wrong this whole situation was by manipulating the both of them to have sex with each other due to some laughable, spurious excuse.

She wondered what it would have been like if she'd met Ukyo without the Badge's powers getting in the way. Obviously, things would have been different. Less blowjobs would have been involved, for a start. Would they have bonded over how much of an ass Ranma could be? She'd thought her to be a boy – would she have daydreamed about the supposed boy? She may not be a pervert, but she wasn't made of stone, after all.

Strangely, she was starting to think that this was better. Ukyo with the smooth and hard planes of a boy's torso would be wrong. The swell of her breasts and dip of her waist only added to her looks, after all. And if she hadn't known that the girl had not been born with a cock, she'd have honestly believed that she always had it. It fit her gender-mixed body so perfectly.

...Damn it. She really did have a pretty hard to find type that she was attracted to, didn't she? So was it fate or destiny that had landed a boy-girl and a girl-boy in her lap in such quick succession? Was it perverted to admire the looks of such people if the world itself had arranged things so that she'd find them? It couldn't be co-incidence that the Badge had given her a chance to give a girl a boy's parts who would actually turn out to be a perfect fit for it and enjoy it so quickly. Would Ranma secretly enjoy the same sort of merge?

In her mind, the image of a futa girl Ranma and Ukyo returned. This time, the (maybe) half-sisters were in an even more intimate position, with each girl's penis pumping in and out of the other girl's pussy. Akane wasn't even sure that was anatomically possible from the position they were lying in, but her imagination didn't care as it gleefully threw in an image of herself, badge in one hand, as she lay between the two girls' legs and licked and sucked the five-star meal of their cum-filled pussies, her head moving continuously between the two delicious cunts on offer.

Akane's spare hand, the one not buried in Ukyo's pussy, trailed down her body, hesitating for a moment before rushing down to cup her groin. Two fingers started to rub her labia as her thumb worked on her exposed clitoris. She was too lost in the fantasy to realise that she was frigging herself in front of Ukyo, taking this way beyond anything that she could claim as being the Badge's fault or an inspector's duty.

Ukyo groaned at the sight of the inspector finger fucking herself as her tongue ran over the futanari's aching balls. If only this wasn't an inspection! She'd flip them over onto the bed and ride the cute girl's pretty pussy like a dog in heat! Sadly, though, she was stuck in fulfilling the federally mandated requirements of the official kneeling before her, and she was unable of physically initiating anything without the inspector's direction.

Akane's eyes closed fully, losing herself in her fantasy of two futa girls, a small busty redhead and a taller, athletic brunette as they submitted to her every demand, backed up by her destiny-given authority, neither of them caring that they were (probably) half-sisters as they eagerly obeyed her command to kiss each other, and then her.

As she continued to lose herself in the dream, her tongue followed the images in her dream as she fellated one of their cocks – she wasn't even sure in the dream of which one's it was. It didn't matter, both were moaning her name.

Ukyo panted as she felt her release coming. “I'm going to cum,” she warned, and then blinked as she realised that Akane wasn't paying attention. “Er, Akane? I'm about to blow!” Akane didn't reply, too wrapped up in the dream of writhing gender-confused bodies worshipping her. Her two fingers rapidly moved in and out of her pussy before she stiffened, her eyes opening as her release came. She was just in time to realise what she'd been doing in front of Ukyo, before the futa released a full load of sperm into her milking mouth.

The torrent was too much, with some of the cum dribbling out of the sides of Akane's mouth and running down her body to pool on her bare breasts. She was too busy being lost in a haze of pleasure at the taste of Ukyo's sperm and shame at how slatternly she'd acted to think about it now, but when she dressed she'd notice, and be damn glad that she'd taken her clothes off for this act.

It took a couple of minutes for Akane to recover, her breathing slowly returning to normal as she regained the presence of mind to open her mouth and remove the deflating cock from her mouth (with one last tongue-swirl to get the last dollop of taste, which she would never admit to doing).

“Th-that was just business,” she noted, refusing to meet the other girl's eyes. “All part of the inspection. Nothing perverted or wrong about it.”

“Absolutely,” Ukyo agreed, before turning around and getting onto her hands and knees on the bed. She raised her ass, leaning on her head and shoulders so that she could reach back and pull her buttocks apart to give Akane easier access to her pussy. “Ready when you are.”

Akane gulped, absently brushing one of her hands against her aching nipples before realising what she was doing. This girl was going to be the **** of her. How was she supposed to inspect her every day when she lit her fires like this? “R-right,” she agreed, gathering herself in case the Badge took over again. She couldn't afford to hesitate, not even when she was starting to doubt herself and wonder how perverted she really was. Leaning forward, her tongue stretched out, ready to taste Ukyo's dripping cunt and doing her best to not think about how much more attractive she found it compared to the nurse's one.

*written by Ann