#10 Magical Girl Sexual Harassment Body Measurement (Black - Hypnosis Body Measurement) (2)
Naked and standing at attention, Black stands before the man, her bare body fully exposed.
Whether due to the awareness of her nudity in front of him or the lighting in this room, her porcelain skin is faintly flushed red.
Ziiip...
Ziiip...
The store manager measures Black's body with the tape measure in his hand.
It feels more analog than expected. With Mech拉克 tech, you'd think there'd be a machine that scans your entire body with just a touch.
But instead of that, he's taking measurements—and somehow, his hands keep brushing against her body, caressing it in a sticky, lingering way.
"It's unavoidable for the measurement. Stay still," he says, so she accepts it as necessary.
But does he really need to poke and prod her nipples like that with the tape? Or knead her ass cheeks before wrapping it around? Ah, down there... that's her pussy... her clit... please stop touching...
"Mm... quite the fine body you've got. Nice padding on the chest and hips, height's just right—not too tall or short. Perfect golden ratio, I'd say. Bet you're popular with the guys. How about it?"
"Uh... popularity... I wouldn't know..."
"No need to worry. I, the store manager, guarantee it. Your body's plenty alluring. Optimized for sex—a sow slave body born for it. Be proud, miss."
Snap! He pulls the tape out and snaps it back while speaking.
Is that so? So her body is optimized for becoming a sex slave... a sow slave...
"Bust, waist, hips—from top: ■■ cm, ■■ cm, ■■ cm. Legs and arms—"
The manager continues the measurements, dictating the results aloud as he records them somewhere.
Apparently, this data will be used for custom clothing here and sent to the factory later. Why they need that kind of info, she doesn't know—but if it's necessary, it must be.
The measurements drag on. For her nipples and clit, he doesn't just measure the resting size—he stimulates them to erection on the spot and measures those too.
Rubbing them by hand right there. Nipples and clit alike.
It's supposed to be just a body check, but a chilling tingle spreads through her, turning into a weird sensation.
She doesn't quite cum... but no, cumming during measurements? That would be mortifying, she'd never be able to show her face...
"Great nipple size too. No discoloration, and the shape's especially pretty. Same for the clit. Touch, size, shape—all top-tier. Plenty of customers must crave you. Perfect, sow."
"...Th-thank you..."
"Could put piercings on these nipples and clit later for decoration. Actually, you definitely will. Look forward to it."
Piercings? Sounds painful. No, even before the pain—putting something like that on feels... wrong somehow.
"It'll open up a whole new world. Don't be so scared. Plus, the factory has tech to wire nerves to the piercings. Big ones, and every touch sends shocks straight to your nipples and clit... You won't last a second. Exciting, right?"
"Ah... that... kinda sounds exciting...? Yeah, it'd be good..."
"Heh, 'sounds good'? Perfect attitude. You'll enjoy life in this city for sure."
The measurements end, but the manager's hands keep toying with her erect nipples.
Just a little nipple play, but after this morning's roll call training—where she came buckets from these alone—it's still hypersensitive.
The aftereffects linger. Her nipples, now as sensitive as her clit, quickly fill her with delicious chills, spreading waves of pleasure through her core.
That ecstasy courses everywhere.
Aa... ah...
Aaaaah... nngh...
In the end, Black climaxes from the relentless nipple teasing.
Legs lewdly spread, hands behind her head, cumming solely from nipple torment.
Even in this shameful pose, she feels nothing odd about her situation.
The manager just smiles at her, looking ever the friendly fellow.
Black undergoes further checks with special machines—vaginal depth, anal condition, everything.
A speculum spreads her pussy wide, exposing her womb for full view.
Photos are taken of her pussy, clit, and womb through the speculum. The manager shows them right in front of her, marveling at how lewd and slutty the shapes are.
Embarrassed but flattered by the praise, Black feels a twisted joy... So her pussy and womb are that slutty-looking, huh.
"That covers most of the body measurements."
"...Really? Then can I get dressed now...?"
"Not quite. One last check."
The manager says this as he drops his pants, whipping out his cock.
Throbbing rock-hard, it springs free with a bounce.
"Finally, I'll inspect your pussy's grip, taste, and condition with my dick. Hands on the wall, ass to me."
Her eyes lock onto the battle-ready erection, drawn irresistibly.
Gulp... She swallows without thinking.
Her body nearly obeys without question—but a faint unease makes her halt.
"S-sorry... Is this last measurement really for the clothes...?"
"Shut up. No backtalk from a sow—stick out that worthless dog pussy."
"Y-yes, sir!"
His polite tone vanishes into curt command.
Black snaps to obey, no more protests, positioning as ordered.
Hands on the wall, ass thrust out toward him.
The manager slaps her presented ass hard, arrogantly. Black yelps a pathetic "Eep!"
"Sow slut. Cock-sleeve bitch. Nothing but a sex tool, yet you mouth off."
"S-sorry, sorry...!"
He keeps spanking her ass, each smack echoing vulgarly off her plump sow cheeks, leaving red handprints on the firm flesh.
Not just spanking—he shoves fingers into her offered pussy, digging roughly.
Pathetic sighs spill from Black's lips nonstop. Facing the wall, her slender shoulders and waist tremble and twitch.
"...Hmph. Good. That's how you obey. Defeated pussy slave bitch doesn't get to talk back. Look at this soaked cunt—begging for cock."
He scrapes her walls, and slutty juices drool out in thick strands.
Her female hole is unbelievably drenched...
He pulls his fingers free, aligns his cock with the freshly fingered entrance.
Then thrusts slowly, burying inside.
Schlurp...!!
The thick, heavy rod splits her open, swallowed deep.
Her pussy welcomes it, hot sticky folds embracing his shaft fully.
Her tight wrinkles layer and cling in vivid ridges.
"Hoo...! This...! Feels amazing...!"
Even from his crude mouth, a pleased sigh escapes at the magical girl's exquisite pussy.
And Black feels it ten—no, a hundredfold more, lost in ecstasy.
Just the insertion sparks fireworks behind her eyes—unbearable.
His girthy cock slides in easily to her loosened, sopping hole.
Yet the grip and cling are perfect, letting him savor as he pushes deeper.
In one smooth motion, he bottoms out, filling her womb.
"First impression's solid. Very satisfactory, magical girl."
"H-hngh... s-so... hnn... haa...!"
"What? I compliment you, and no proper thanks?"
"Eek! Th-thank you, so... grk... ngh...!!"
Overwhelmed by the deep pressure and pleasure, Black flails.
He scolds and smacks her ass again; even gasping for air, she forces out gratitude.
"This ain't enough for a full check. Now for the real measurement... Magical girl, do your best to make me feel good."
With that, his hips start moving.
Schlup schlup schlup schlup... His cock pistons through her slick, writhing folds, plunging in and out.
His superior shaft savors every inch, stimulating without mercy. Black can't endure the total ravaging, the utter appraisal—sighs pour out.
She can hardly believe the pleasure crashing through her.
Feels... so good...
Whether he senses her thoughts or not, the pistoning continues. Her sweet moans echo endlessly.