Chapter 142: Common Sense Alteration Police Station (2)
Chapter 142: Common Sense Alteration Police Station (2)
"Hmm, this should be enough, right?"
I puffed out my significantly smaller chest and shouted with confidence. My disguise as a male police officer was actually quite satisfying. I’d worried that my breasts would make cross-dressing difficult, but borrowing another hero's power solved that problem in an instant.
Thank you, Association Chairman.
Thanks to the Chairman’s active cooperation, I was able to shrink my chest. He had called in a hero with shrinking abilities for a "personal favor" and introduced me not as Magical Girl Floss, but in my civilian form, Do Min-jeong.
I didn't even have to threaten him or make a deal. The Chairman simply introduced me as his friend's daughter—a typical college student who was struggling because her breasts were too large—and asked the hero to shrink them, even if only temporarily.
The hero with the shrinking ability was a woman who had a fairly large pair of tits herself, though not quite as big as mine. She said she understood exactly how I felt and readily agreed. My conscience pricked me just a little, considering the real reason I wanted to cross-dress was to engage in some defeat play at a police station that had become a Common Sense Alteration Zone.
...Anyway, with my chest smaller, I felt like I’d returned to the old days when I was a man.
It’s a bit of a shame to lose that heavy weight on my chest, but man, is it comfortable.
Without the breasts, my shoulders didn't ache, and I didn't have to worry about them swinging around every time I ran. Having them bounce isn't necessarily a bad thing since it draws people's eyes, but the actual physical pain was always a nuisance.
I didn't have to worry about sweat pooling under my boobs or in my cleavage, and since I was cross-dressing, I didn't have to deal with the hassle of wearing a bra. Aside from the minor side effect of my nipple sensitivity seemingly increasing, it was all pros and no cons.
Of course, it’s only a temporary change.
It’s nice because it’s short-term, but I wouldn't want to live with such a flat chest forever. One way or another, when it comes to defeat play or seducing the opposite sex, it’s a fact that my needlessly oversized jugs are a huge help.
Having been a man once myself, I know firsthand that large breasts have a magical power to bewitch men. As the Association Chairman said, it would be a waste to give up the kind of massive tits that only a tiny fraction of women are born with. Plenty of people would kill to have this chest.
He said the effect wouldn't last long. The Chairman told me to get in and out quickly, but...
The duration of the shrinking power the hero placed on me was shorter than I expected. In fact, quite a bit of time had already passed since she cast it, so even if I went in right now, it would be cutting it close. But there was a reason I was being so relaxed.
"Hehehe."
Right now, I looked like an undeniable pretty boy. If someone realized I was cross-dressing and pounced on me, that would be the ultimate defeat play, but I also had to consider the possibility that no one would notice because my acting—as a former man—was too perfect.
It’s not great if I have to be the one to step forward and say, "Actually, I'm a girl, so please ravage me~" when no one knows.
That wouldn't be defeat play; it would just be the lewd conduct of a perverted nympho. If you asked me if I’d already done exactly that before, I wouldn't have an excuse, but this time, I wanted the other person to be the one to pounce first, whoever they might be.
Pretending to be a man while cross-dressed, only for my breasts to suddenly go boing and grow back, revealing my true identity... Just imagining it was a delicious enough scenario to make me salivate. Especially since the police station had become a Common Sense Alteration Zone full of men who would strip and breed any woman they saw, regardless of her status or profession.
Filled with anticipation for some classic defeat play for the first time in a while, I set off for the police station.
*
Police stations have a strange power. Even people who haven't done anything wrong feel like criminals when they enter one or even just pass by. It’s the same feeling you get when a police car drives past you while you're on the road.
If that's how it feels for the innocent, imagine how it felt for me, someone clearly up to no good. Just stepping into the entrance made me break out in a cold sweat.
Do I really look like a man right now? Is my posture weird because of my habits from when my chest was big? Even if I shrunk my breasts, my pelvis is still a woman's, so am I swaying my hips too much when I walk? What if they find out I'm a girl?
As my thoughts raced, all sorts of ridiculous delusions began to bloom.
"Get it together."
I shook my head to clear the distracting thoughts. Right, I should focus on the job first. Let's set the defeat play aside for a moment and find the Core inside this Common Sense Alteration Zone.
I need to know where the Core is so I can stop the defeat play whenever I want.
Having steeled my resolve, I stepped inside the fairly large police station and momentarily forgot how to breathe. This wasn't the military or a men's bathhouse, yet there wasn't a single woman in sight—the space was packed entirely with men. From macho detectives to the rough-looking criminals locked in the holding cells, every single one of them was male.
The smell of males... it's so thick... ♡
Had the Common Sense Alteration Zone enhanced the effect of male pheromones to seduce females? Or was it just because so many men were gathered in one place? The pungent scent of raw masculinity hit my nose, nearly making my brain orgasm.
Men, men, men here, men there... they're all just predators...!
I started to think I’d done something incredibly reckless. Entering a place full of alpha males who were ready to breed any female they laid eyes on like dogs, and doing it in a woman's body. It felt stupid to think I could hide my female pheromones with such a flimsy disguise.
In the midst of such thick male pheromones, my own female scent would be easily distinguishable; I was bound to be caught immediately. The moment I let out a whiff of lewd female scent, these men would detect a nearby female with their "cock-radars" and get instant erections.
Right now, I was no different from a meal meant to fill the bellies of the men—no, the predators—filling this room. A feast that had walked in on its own two feet just to be eaten.
...Well, that is why I came here.
I smiled faintly and circled the station. I brushed past several other officers, but fortunately, it seemed no one had realized my true identity yet. Just walking among them and smelling the scent of men made my pussy feel like it was going to get wet, and my heart hammered in my chest.
F-Found it.
Meanwhile, I was able to locate the Core—the source that maintained and operated this Common Sense Alteration Zone—without much trouble. It was sitting right in the middle of a large desk in the Criminal Investigation Division.
I just have to break this, right?
It looked like a large marble, or perhaps a smooth stone. The fact that it was sitting right there on the desk and no one thought it was strange meant this was likely one of the abilities of the Common Sense Alteration Zone. I could feel the zone trying to hypnotize me as well, but I wasn't about to fall for its tricks.
"Hey, you there!"
"...?"
"Hey, kid! I'm talking to you. Can't you hear me?"
Shouting was constant here. Some people seemed to be fighting, but mostly it was just because the place was so noisy that you had to yell to be heard. That’s why I didn't think for a second that the gruff voice was calling out to me.
Slap!
"Kya—Kyaaa?!"
I was stunned when someone suddenly swatted my ass. What the... who would suddenly...?
"I'm talking to you! You, leaning over the desk. You're hiding my documents with your stomach right now. Do you know how long it took me to find those? Argh... so they were here?"
"...A-Ah! I'm so sorry!!"
Only then did I realize the situation. Because the Core of the Common Sense Alteration Zone was in the middle of the large desk, I had leaned my upper body forward and stretched my arm out to try and grab it. Since I was standing rather than sitting, my butt was stuck out behind me.
Even so, to suddenly slap me like that...!
The sudden pleasure of the spanking almost made me cum. Even a minor stimulus can have its effect multiplied several times over when you're sexually tense and caught by surprise.
"H-Here, please take them..."
After rubbing my butt and hesitantly backing away, I handed the documents that had been under my stomach to the detective who had slapped me. He was a macho alpha male with impressive bronzed skin and a sturdy build. Facing his dark stubble, the sound I’d made when he hit my ass felt incredibly pathetic.
What kind of sound was "Kyaaa"?
Thinking back on it, it was a sound that would rank number one for the most feminine scream in the world. It would be more surprising if he didn't suspect I was a woman after hearing that. Sure enough, the detective who slapped my ass didn't take the documents I was holding; he just stared blankly at his own palm.
"Damn, why is it so soft?"
"Pardon?"
"No, I mean, the texture is even better than my wife's... and that 'kyaa' sound you made..."
"..."
"Why are you so girly? For a guy, I mean."
A suspicious gaze. But I wasn't that careless. Getting caught this early would be way too fast. I had a story prepared for just such an occasion.
"I'm sorry. I've been told I was feminine since I was young, so I became a police officer to try and overcome that..."
"Ho, is that so?"
Slap! Slap!
Stinging swats landed on my ass again. And this time, it was twice in a row. My vision blurred, and I felt a dizzying sensation as if pussy juice was about to leak out. If I took off my pants right now, there would definitely be red handprints from this macho detective on my butt.
"A-Ahaha... U-Um, sir... I'd appreciate it if you stopped hitting me..."
"What's with this 'sir' stuff? If you're a man, you should call me 'big brother.' I think I need to investigate whether this brat actually has a cock or not."
"N-No! You can't!"
"Don't worry. I'm a cop, I've done plenty of investigations. Now, let's see..."
The macho detective hugged me from behind and started groping my chest. Fortunately, my breasts had been shrunk by a superpower rather than bandages or anything like that, so there was no way he'd realize I was a woman—but the real problem arose elsewhere.
If you touch my nipples... ngh, ngh-aaah... ♡
I’m going to cum. My nipples were already sensitive, and the sensitivity had increased even more after the breast reduction.
While he's rubbing my chest to see if I'm a girl, the feeling of his thick fingers brushing my nipples is too good... ♡
What do I do? My vision is getting hazier. My eyes are nearly rolling back, and my legs have started to tremble. If he keeps playing with my chest like this, I might squirt and lose it. It’s not like I haven't reached an orgasm through my nipples before, and my already soaking pussy is ready to blow.
"Hmm, you really don't have tits. But then again, girls these days are all flat. Can't tell just by this."
"That's enough now... P-Please stop... This is... same-sex sexual harassment... ♡"
"That tone of voice is the problem. If you're a man, kid, you should be shouting at me to get lost. And what sexual harassment? This much closeness is normal between men."
He wasn't just touching my chest. Since he was hugging me from behind, our lower bodies were pressed together, and I could feel his thick, sweet-potato-like cock rubbing against my butt. It was flaccid at first, but I could feel it gradually getting harder and larger.
Officer, why is your cock so big... I'm starting to get jealous of your wife...!
If he just goes a little lower, he'll encounter my soaking wet pussy. He'll find out I'm a woman. I told him not to, I clearly said I didn't like it, but just because we're "both men," he's just doing whatever he wants...
I cross-dressed to avoid indiscriminate rape, but instead, I'm being sexually harassed because I'm pretending to be a man.
It’s much faster than I anticipated, but now that it’s come to this, there’s no helping it. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for his cock to kiss my pussy through my pants.
"Hey! What are you doing hugging that brat over there? Come get some food!"
"...Food?"
At the mention of food, the macho detective who was hugging me snapped his eyes open and let go of me without a hint of lingering attachment. Seeing him discard me for something as simple as a meal made it clear he’d decided I really was a man and not a woman.
"What was your name again... Hey, you want to come eat too?"
"I-I'm okay... Go ahead and eat, big brother..."
"Stop stuttering, kid. How's a man supposed to get by like that?"
With one final parting spank—the slap echoing through the room—he hurried off to join the other officers heading to the cafeteria.
No... if I move right now, I think I'll cum instantly... ♡
From the chest play to the cock rubbing against my ass. The predator had attacked the female's weaknesses to his heart's content and then simply strolled away. But the female, left without reaching her climax, is bound to be stuck in the afterglow, unable to move for a while.
I spent some time taking deep breaths to calm my heightened sensitivity, then hid in a corner to wipe my wet pussy with some tissues. I also had to dry my uniform pants, which had slightly changed color where the pussy juice had soaked through.
...Talk about an intense start.
It was the kind of start that made me want to look this police station up on a map right now and give it a five-star rating.