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Hooters Detective

A few years had passed since the Investigation Team had solved the murders in Inaba, the kidnapping of Labrys, and the Midnight Stage incident as everyone began to continue with their lives.

Naoto Shirogane, at that moment, had just finished her last college class and returned to her apartment. The moment she entered her apartment, she sighed as she was again reminded of her situation when she saw a stack of letters on the floor. She picked them up and, much to her dismay, saw that they were bills.

Naoto said. “This. . .is a problem.”

There hadn't been any new cases for a while, and the police hadn't come to her for help, so that money hadn't been coming in for some time. If she didn't get anything soon, she would have to quit college to avoid drowning in debt. She knew she could have gotten some help from her friends, but she would rather not. They all had their own lives and troubles, and she didn't want to burden them by adding her problems to them, even if she knew they would tell her otherwise.

Naoto tilted her hat down. "...I need a part-time job."

She looked through a newspaper for anything that she could apply for. Everything she knew she couldn't work with, she crossed out. The first thing she marked out was stuff she couldn’t use due to time constraints or lack of skills. With every crossed-out job posting, her frown deepened. Soon she was left with a few options and trying to figure out the best action.

One was for a grocery store that she had never heard of. It seemed good on paper, but they were looking for a full-timer. With her heavy classwork, she wondered if she could handle the load, especially if a case suddenly popped up. Her eyes went over her options again, hoping that something would stand out that she missed, and she stopped when she saw an ad for Hooters.

“This can’t be right,” Naoto muttered, hoping that she was just seeing it wrong. To her dismay, her eyes weren’t betraying her, and this was an option. “Hooters?”

She had heard of the restaurant franchise. They had come over from America and made quite a bit of a splash, enough so that they could quickly expand the number of restaurants in the nation.

It had been something that had hit the news, even if it wasn’t a front-page story. While the uniforms weren’t the most scandalous thing she had ever seen, she still couldn’t believe how much they showed.

She imagined herself in one of their uniforms and shuddered as if she was back in high school, about to step on stage for that talent show in a bikini. The mere thought of being dressed like that and working an entire shift there made her squirm. Still...they had positions for both full-time and part-time, and the pay was better than some of the other possibilities.

Under normal circumstances, she would never consider working there. With all of her skills, she could have worked far better. The mere idea of working at a place where girls would flaunt their bodies as they served made her face burn. Yet her eyes went to the bills, making her bite her lips.

With a heavy sigh, Naoto picked up her phone and called the listed number. She hoped she would never hear back from them and that they had already filled the position. At least then, she could say she tried, and it hadn’t worked out.

Few Days Later

Naoto glumly walked through the restaurant to the parking lot, bracing herself for the interview she was about to have. To her dismay, she had heard back from the restaurant and hadn’t heard anything back from any of the places she had attempted to reach out to. She considered not calling them back for a moment. Still, she responded that her monetary position won out in the end. They had set up a time and everything, and to her mixed blessing, they could have it in just a few short days.

Still, that didn’t mean that she would get the position. For all she knew, she wouldn’t be the one chosen for the job, and even now wished that she wouldn’t be to some extent. Besides, it was possible another case would come her way, and that would pay all of her bills.

Naoto stopped and stared at the giant orange sign that said Hooters on it. A bright blush adorned her face as shame and embarrassment coursed through her body like a tsunami. After a moment, she pulled down the brim of her hat to shield her from the sign and stepped inside.

Her mind stalled whenever she thought about what she was here for, and her confidence went out the window at what she would have to do. The only thing that kept her going was the necessity, which ruthlessly crushed whatever resistance and excuse she could think of, and even with her detective mind, she couldn't think of anything else.

Naoto looked around the place, her analytical mind considering everything about the place. The rock music coming through the speakers, the sports bar-like surroundings, the pictures of events along it. What stood out the most to her was the lack of people inside, which was how she wanted it.

Naoto thought. 'Thank Kami no customers seem to be here right now.'

A red-haired woman with a bright smile walked up to her. However, what caught Naoto’s attention was her figure. She had a body on par with a supermodel and knew that Yusuke and Teddy would have gone crazy if they saw her. A tiny thin waist and flared-out hips gave her body a tantalizing hourglass figure. Long legs that looked like they went on for days and a pretty face free of blemishes. What stood out the most was her bust, which was so massive that if it weren't for the exposed cleavage, she would have thought she was trying to smuggle a pair of watermelons.

Naoto could only stare at the girls' breasts before blushing and unconsciously covering her chest. To her dismay, she had never been lacking in the chest department, but she might as well have been flat as paper compared to the waitress.

“Hiya! Welcome to Hooters! How may I-” One of the waitresses started before gasping. “No way! Aren’t you the Naoto Shirogane!?”

“Yes,” Naoto squeaked and cursed that she was recognized.

She giggled. “Oh wow didn’t think you swung that way, but guess you never know. So then is it just you, or you meeting with some hunky guy or something.”

“I’m here for an interview!” Naoto admitted, the sentence sounding as if it was coming from a squeak toy rather than a human being.

“Really? Wow, I’ll let the boss know that you’re here, just a sec and then she’ll be right with you.”

Naoto watched the redhead leave and saw that her ass was just as impressive as her breasts, with her shorts looking like they were about to burst off her frame. 'You could make out the outline of her panties with how tight those are.'

After a few minutes, the redhead returned with a somewhat older lady behind her. The redhead said. “Here she is, ma’am. This is Azumi Nao-chan, the manager.”

Naoto observed her possible superior, whose black hair reached her shoulders and brown eyes. Light fair skin helped her stand out further. Like the redhead and every other girl she had seen here, the manager’s figure was just as impressive. The managers' figure was just as remarkable as the rest of the girls here and now claimed first prize with their massive size.

‘Does every girl working here have huge breasts?’ Naoto groaned, unable to stop herself from feeling the sense of boob envy that erupted from her chest. In the short period she had been here, she had been envious of two girls and was sure she would want more.

The manager said, smiling. “Hello, it is a pleasure to meet you, Naoto. My name is Azumi Kurokaze. Ready for your interview?”

“Of course,” Naoto said, though the words weren’t truthful to her. She was back on her first live case and had no idea what to expect.

“Alright then, please follow me.”

Naoto followed the older woman into the backroom, praying this would be over quickly. 'Funny, after facing dozens of Shadows, criminals, and other situations, I'm more fearful about this job.'

Naoto moped. “If the others saw me now.”

Azumi raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Sorry just muttering to myself.” Naoto adjusted her hat as she tried to look calm but failed. “Trying to get my nerves out of my system.”

Azumi giggled as they reached the manager's office. “Ahh, don’t worry, Naoto, I’m sure that you’ll impress me. After all, who hasn’t heard of the great Detective Prince.”

Naoto stepped inside and looked around the office, her detective instincts taking over. The office had a computer and a pile of papers on the desk. It was sparse, with only the essentials in the office aside from a few pictures and what looked like a drink dispenser in the corner of the room. She noticed her application on the desk and recalled her shame as she filled out the form.

Azumi beckoned Naoto to sit in the chair across from her. “Alright, take a seat, and we’ll get started immediately.”

Naoto sat down and took a moment to get as comfortable as possible. Her most incredible tool, her mind, was drowned in a sea of nervousness that made her tremble. Every word she thought of fought with another sentence, forming a messy jumble that would have been gibberish if it had left her mouth.

“Would you like a drink? Anything specific?”

“If it wouldn’t be any trouble,” Naoto admitted. “My throat is getting a little parched, and no, anything would be fine.”

Azumi turned to the dispenser, took one of the cups from the side, and placed it down. “One of the perks of being the manager is I don’t have to go far to get a drink if I’m thirsty.”

Azumi handed the cup. Naoto sipped her drink and savored it as it traveled through her system. Every gulp of the cold soda eased her erratic ever so slightly as the sugar in the drink hit her. New bursts of energy went through her body, making her feel a little better and calming her senses now that she had something else to focus on.

“Now then, I’m going to ask you a few questions. Nothing too intensive, just what you would do in a couple of situations to get a feel for your thought process and before you know it, this will be over.”

Naoto smiled, a little relieved at her words. 'You can do this. You've been solving cases for years which has no real consequences.’

Thankfully, the questions were simple and to the point, mainly about her previous experience in this kind of setting. Naoto answered to the best of her abilities, trying to make herself look as qualified as possible despite her lack of experience in retail. The longer the questions went, the more at ease Naoto felt.

“Alright then, just one last question and then we will be done. Why are you interested in working at Hooters, Ms. Shirogane?”

Naoto grimaced, her fingers tapping the table. Despite how much thought she had put into it, various responses came forward, but none felt good. Instead, she only had one honest answer but wished it sounded better.

“To be honest ma’am, the reason I want to apply is because I’m short on cash and cannot afford to be too picky about my options.”

“Ah, I get what you mean, times are tough and everyone could use a job. Very well, I’ll help you out by giving you a week-long trial run working here.”

“A trial?”

Azumi smiled. “We will pay you for the full week as if you were a regular employee, and if you want to cut your losses, then that's that. Come here tomorrow a half hour before opening time to get ready for the morning and we will get you started. That is if it isn’t so bad for you.”

“I. . .guess not."

“Great! Then you could get an understanding of the opening process and what the day is like before work.”

The two talked for some time, figuring out the best time for Naoto to come in, and quickly figured out her work week. Naoto was pleased that Azumi was amiable and willing to work with her, even if she was slightly disappointed by getting the job.

“Alright then, now that we have an idea for a proper schedule, you’ll be ready for tomorrow. We will have a locker set up for you so you can place your stuff in there while you work. Have a good day, Nao-chan!”

“Thank you ma’am,” Naoto said with a nod. When she got out, she sped down the hallway and bolted for the front door, almost knocking over a man stepping into the restaurant. She muttered a quick apology and continued to walk away.

Naoto sighed. “I can’t believe that I got the job.”

Tomorrow she would become an official Hooters Girl. It didn't seem real to her. Despite how much thought she had put into this. The mere thought of her in one of their uniforms made her blush.

'Kami, please preserve my soul and help me get through this. This is going to be worse than the fight with Izanami. I know it.'

The First Day

Naoto blushed the moment she stepped out of the room and looked herself over. Gone were her conservative clothing, and now she was wearing the standard Hooters girl uniform. She felt exposed, as if she was walking around naked rather than wearing tight orange shorts. The mere sight of her cleavage made her whimper with how much her shirt exposed. Some of her new coworkers caught her attention, and her blush darkened when she looked at her fellow employees and compared herself to them.

She had the most well-developed body among her friends, much to her friends' jealousy, but here things were different. All of the women here oozed sex appeal in droves with thick thighs, huge breasts and asses, and tapered waists, which made her feel plain in comparison.

Sure, she was a young adult still in college while they were adults, but there was no way she could compare with the women here. And she usually wasn’t bothered by this, but this time. . .it felt off for her. Especially since she usually wouldn't show off her body so much.

One of the employees looked her way and muttered in awe.“I can’t believe the Naoto Shirogane is working here.”

Another girl giggled. “She’s just as cute as when she was on TV.” Another girl giggled.

A third girl said. “I guess even detectives need some money too.”

Naoto sighed as she tried her best to ignore their words. With how often they looked at her, it was almost as if she had become a damn sideshow for them. “How humiliating.”

The beginning of the morning was easy with simple tasks like table cleaning. Mainly just small things that anyone could have done, like working a register, getting orders down, and other small items. It was a little intimidating for Naoto because she hadn’t worked like this before, but it was easier to get into the swing than she expected.

From what the other girls were saying, this was the slow point of the day, and when the lunch hour came along, things would pick up, even more so during dinner. Thankfully she wouldn’t be around during the day at that point. Yet she gained no comfort from it.

Naoto bit her lips as she watched another massive pair of breasts bounce. Among her friends, her body was the curviest among her friends and classmates, but she might as well have been flat as a board here. It was strange to be on the receiving end of this for once. Considering how hard she had tried to hide her curves and pretend to be a guy, it was a strange feeling. But being around all of the girls who put her body to shame made her feel like a sideshow.

'It's...strange to be on the opposite side of things now.'

Naoto followed her trainer, a living fertility idol with long red hair, trying not to be noticed, and being next to Mizaki made it relatively easy. As she followed her, she could see that the people were far more focused on the redhead than her, much to her relief. At best, she would earn a momentary glance from the people at the table, and then they would focus on her.

They saw another one of the Hooters girls lead a man over to an empty table, and he sat down there as he looked over the menu. Mizaki led her over to him but stopped.

Mizaki beamed. “Alright it's just one guy, you got this Nao-chan.”

“M-Mizaki-san. . .'' Naoto stuttered. She gulped and shivered as she glanced at the man and then back at her.

“Just go and do it,” Mizaki gently ordered. “There’s no way that he would bite your head off or anything like that, you’re far too cute for that.”

Blushing in response, Naoto gulped as she began sweating a bit. She breathed in and out, reminding herself that it was one man, not a Shadow.

'You can do this, Naoto. You're a detective and have talked to people with far greater ease than this, despite the accidents they have seen.'

Mizaki whispered. “Good luck!”

“H-Hello, welcome to Hoo-Hooters, sir.” Naoto stuttered and inwardly grimaced as her face burned. “Can I get you something to drink?”

Her waist cinched a little inward, losing some of the mass. A slight groan came from her as if someone had pulled her into a tight bear hug. Naoto’s hips and bust became more pronounced with every centimeter it lost. Despite her changing figure, her shirt still hugged the sides of her body, allowing everyone to see how much smaller it was becoming. The sudden increasing tightness made Naoto frown and want to fix her clothes, but she restrained herself.

The young man said. “I’ll just take some water for now.”

“Alright then, I’ll be back with your drink.”

Naoto all but bolted out of there. As she went over to Mizaki, her waist shifted, becoming more and more like the other employees. The moment her waist alteration was over, Naoto had a slim sexy waist that made her figure look more tantalizing, even if she lacked the abundant curves of her coworkers.

Mizaki said. “There we go. That wasn’t so bad was it?”

“I guess.” Naoto rubbed her waist, blinking at its sudden slenderness.

“Something wrong Nao-chan?”

Naoto sighed as she adjusted her top, unwittingly showing off how much more slender her waist had become. “It’s nothing Mizaki-san. Just my uniform is feeling off.”

“Oh that happens sometimes, especially if you bend over a lot, though me and the others haven’t quite figured out why.” Mizaki commented and explained while shrugging her shoulders, inadvertently drawing attention to her breasts.

“I see.” Naoto said tightly, her eyes following the enormous melons.

“In any case, let’s keep at it Nao-chan! You got a lot to learn after all!” Mizaki happily took Naoto's hand and dragged her to another waiting customer.

Naoto sighed as she braced herself for whatever else might happen on the shift and then took a breath. She couldn’t leave the job because it had gotten tough, especially when dealing with Shadows, murderers, and another world. This was a small hurdle compared to what she had done in the past.

The Second Day

On the second day, Naoto was still ordered to stay close to Mizaki and follow her. Just like yesterday, she noticed the customers would look at her for a moment and then go back to focusing on the buxom bootiful beauty that was Mizaki.

Naoto thought. 'This is a good thing...isn't it?'

“Thank you! Come again!” Mizaki called out as she blew a kiss to the leaving men, who only grinned perversely in response.

Naoto ran her hands down her face as it burned in embarrassment. She couldn’t believe the lack of shame that the redhead had to act like that with a customer.

Mizaki giggled in amusement. “My, my Nao-chan, you look quite flustered.”

Naoto said. “I just. . .how could you act like that?”

“Easy, it gives them a little more to remember while they’re here, and besides, it’s a little fun.”

Naoto blinked, and her jaw dropped. ‘That has to be a lie.’

“What? Not everything needs to be super duper complicated does it?” Mizaki smirked. “People like pretty girls like you and me. I’m sure that you could and have made some lucky boy gawk at how pretty you are.”

As she processed this, Naoto’s face refined as she worked. She rolled her mouth from side to side as her jaw shifted and her cheeks rose. Every sign of the soft masculine appeal on her face diminished and became more feminine.

The slight imperfections lessened as her lips swelled into soft, plump puckers. Her nose enlarged to fit her new face better. At the end of it, she looked like she was a woman in her early to mid-20s that should have been on the front cover of pin-up magazines everywhere.

Naoto ran her hand down her face, momentarily thrown off by the difference. She didn’t question the change in structure, focusing more on what she needed to do.

“In any case, this time, this one you’re doing on your own Nao-chan. You’ve been hanging off on me long enough today. It’s time to build that confidence a little more. And I know just the table for you to do it!”

Mizaki pointed out to a table to their left. Naoto gulped as she looked at the table, which had six men chatting with one another.

Mizaki whispered. “You can do it Nao-chan! I know you can.”

Naoto gulped and went over to the table, bracing herself. When their eyes landed on her, she froze like a small animal staring down a speeding car. Despite that, she forced a polite smile. “Hello, welcome to Hooters! How may I help you?”

She could see all of them were stunned for a moment. One of them blinked and cleared their throat, ready to say something. However, one of the younger men said. “Beautiful.”

Naoto froze, and an embarrassment fueled her face, which turned bright crimson. Every join in her body locked up, unable to twitch as their words bounced in her skull. Words wanted to come out of her mouth, but all that came out was a tiny squeak.

“Anyway, we’d like some beers, please.”

The guy who complimented her pulled on his collar. “Y-yeah,”

“Alright I’ll be right back with your drinks!” Naoto walked away, blushing profusely. Yet even so, she could tell they were eyeing her up, making her smile fall. There was no way that she was pretty enough to make a guy act like that around her.

Mizaki pulled Naoto into a tight hug. “See, that wasn’t so bad Nao-chan!”

Naoto's blush darkened even further. Sputtering gibberish came from her mouth at being shoved into Mizaki's immense pillows. Immediately, she noticed the envious and disbelieving looks being sent her way.

“I knew that you would sweep someone off their feet! Honestly with how pretty you are I don’t see how anyone would ever think that you were a guy! You are way too pretty for that.”

“W-Well. . .I-I. . .”

Mizaki's smile beamed with warmth and honesty. “Trust me, Nao-chan. You are a woman through and through! No need to be bashful about it. After all, pretty girls get all sorts of love.”

All of Naoto's discomfort disappeared in an instant. Especially since she had a guy gawk at her and openly call her beautiful, she usually wasn’t the one they would. However, that was partly because of her disguise. 'Still, happy to hear someone else thinks I'm pretty.'

The Third Day

Naoto moved through the restaurant with ease, heading to an empty table. With something to focus on, there was no sign of embarrassment or shyness. Only a single thought occupied her mind.

'Please don't let anyone talk to me.'

Even so, in the back of her mind, she hated every moment she spent going out there and talking to people to get their orders in this uniform. It showed off so much of her body that she couldn’t help but feel like a slab of meat being thrown to ravenous wolves.

One of the other girls said. “Looks like Nao-chan’s getting the hang of it.”

Another one said. “Right? She was soooo tense before, now she’s going at it like a pro.”

“Glad to see her loosening up.” Another girl said. “Though she still seems a bit on the skittish side.”

“Give her another day or two, and she’ll be fine. I bet that by the end of the week she’ll be able to talk to people like a pro.”

“I can hear you,” Naoto thought as she held back a sigh. She was glad the others thought she was improving because she wasn’t. Sure, the technical part wasn’t much of an issue, but when it came to putting it to practice was another matter entirely. 'Especially when I'm getting eyed up by perverted patrons like a free meal.'

As Naoto walked around, her legs grew longer. The bit of flab she had on her calves burned as it refined and became more toned, losing a slight bit of the jiggle there.

It quickly reached her thighs, and they swelled like loaves of bread in the oven. The bottom of the shorts emphasized the difference between them and dug slightly harder on her legs. They rubbed closer together, squishing against the other as if two wrestlers were trying to overpower the other.

Naoto suddenly winced as she felt some soreness in her legs. “I guess I’ve been walking around a lot.”

She forced her legs further apart, hoping that would be enough to deal with it. Still, even so, her thick thighs rubbed against each other, arousing her slightly and annoying her simultaneously.

Mizaki said. “You ok, Nao-chan?"

Naoto winced. “I've. . .just been walking a lot Mizaki-san.”

Mizaki giggled .“Well you really do know how to get around.”

Naoto immediately blushed in response. “R-Right.”

Mizaki smirked and thrusted out her chest. “If you need a minute, I can handle things. I’m an expert, after all.”

Naoto said, guilt in her voice for this happening to her. “If. . .its not an inconvenience.”

"Of course, it wouldn’t be! I gotta watch out for my cute little kouhai. So trust your senpai when she says she can handle it.

The Fourth Day

Naoto winced again as sudden heat went through her lower body. Since yesterday, her thighs had burned and throbbed from the constant rubbing against each other. The only times they hadn’t bothered was when she had spread them out so far apart that it looked more like she was trying to ride a horse.

Mizaki said. “Your thighs still bugging you?”

“Yeah. I don’t get what the problem is. I have worn these pants just fine and yet only now something is wrong?”

“Try walking like this.” Mizaki walked ahead, ensuring Naoto was paying attention to how she walked. "Now, you give it a try."

Naoto watched as the long-haired girl walked, though with how she was walking, it looked more like she was trying to seduce people with the attention it gave her. It was impossible to imagine herself walking like that, and she wanted to turn away...but couldn’t. The way Mizaki walked brought attention to her sizeable rear, which stretched the taut fabric over her ass flesh, and how it rippled underneath. With how she was walking, it was possible to see the outline of her underwear.

It was...alluring...almost...hypnotic...

“Give it a shot! Maybe that will fix your thigh problem....You ok Nao-chan?”

Naoto's face darkened a little more. “Huh what?”

“Are you ok? You seemed out of it. Do you need me to show you how to do it again?”

“No and I don’t think that will work for me.” Naoto looked around, trying to find a customer that needed attention, but no one did.

“Just go with it Nao-chan. Besides, what do you have to lose?”

Naoto bit her lips as she wondered what it would do. There was no doubt in her mind that if she tried walking like that, it would send the wrong signal to them all. Still...something about walking the way she did...made her curious.

She took a single cautious step forward as if she was seeing if she could. It felt strange for her hip to be moved in such a way. Unlike the rest of the time she walked, her thighs didn't rub together. With that success, she took several more steps, and still, they didn't rub together.

Mizaki giggled. “Relax, the floor isn’t going to burn you alive if you step somewhere. Just do it.”

Naoto sighed and proceeded to walk, and as she did, her hips slowly widened in tandem, forcing herself to adjust her footing. With every step, the strain of her shorts against her growing hips became more apparent. Yet seconds later, it was like she was bringing her legs together to walk across a tightrope. The roughness and pain from her thighs rubbing against each other dulled as they were further apart. A small relieved part coursed through her lower body as the sore feeling faded.

By the time she had finished, she had wide hips that would make it impossible for her to go anywhere without a sexy strut and roll to her hips. Hips, now on par with the other girls working here, would have earned the same attention as they did. Yet none of that registered to her. What she did was the relief and relaxation from her thighs. Naoto smiled at Mizaki, to which she returned.

“Guess you were right there."

Mizaki beamed. “There we go Nao-chan! Come on now!”

“Huh?”

“After work today, we’re going out to eat! Just you and me!”

Naoto gaped. “Are you sure?”

Mizaki wrapped her arm around Naoto and pulled her close. “Of course! I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it Nao-chan.”

Naoto blushed at the contact as she looked at Mizaki, a smile forming. ‘...She reminds me of Rise-san.’

Then, she noticed Mizaki's soft pillows pressing against her chest, and a frown formed on Naoto’s face. ‘Except for that.’

The Fifth Day

Naoto’s eyes drooped as she went to the following table. Last night had been fun, but she had forgotten about the test and stayed up later to prepare for it. A yawn tried to come out, but she could stifle it. “Just have to keep powering through it. I won't be able to get to my bed fast enough."

SQUEEZE!

“Ahhh!” Naoto squeaked. The plate she was holding jostled from the smack on her ass. Thankfully, she prevented them from toppling over, but heat erupted between her legs.

Her nostrils flared, but she didn't look behind her. 'If I do, I won't be able to stop myself from knocking their lights out.'

Naoto’s butt swelled as she walked away, making the orange shorts ride deeper, digging further into her crotch and butt cheeks. A heat wave went through her body, making her shudder, the bottom of the pants tickling her plush thighs. The stretchy was forced further out but compensated for her expanding figure. With every added inch, more of a bounce became apparent to her bum.

“Jeez, why are these so tight?” Naoto pulled on her straining shorts. They didn't feel this bad just a short while ago, but now they felt like they were two sizes too small and only continued to get tighter as they swelled. Pleasure erupted from her ass, making her hands quiver.

Naoto’s ballooning cheeks finally finished growing when her ass became a massive round bubble butt that stood out behind her like a pair of balloons and would jiggle with every tiny movement she made. Her shorts looked like they were painted on her body with how tight they were and looked as if they explode off her body if she bent over.

“Why does my ass have to be so sensitive?” Naoto griped, trying to keep her voice low so no one could hear her mewling. “Why couldn’t my butt be smaller?”

Her engorged butt had made hiding as a boy quite challenging at times. How was she supposed to go undercover and pretend she was a boy when she had a butt that looked like it could suffocate a man. After several attempts, she could finally remove the wedgie between her butt.

“Finally.” Naoto muttered, happy and relieved that her behind had finished growing. With how tight her pants had gotten, she had been somewhat worried that the shorts would have ripped on her and had to deal with that sort of fashion disaster. That would have been the rotten cherry on this day.

Naoto returned to work and focused, ignoring how her enhanced swaying hips made her butt bounce as if it was demanding attention and the eyes on it. She could see and feel their eyes on her ample derriere everywhere she went as if they were trying to burn it into their memory. “Take it all in, boys and girls.”

This was partially why she had been so hesitant about wearing revealing clothes like this. She knew that the moment they had seen her like this, she would have been eyed up like a slab of beef by everyone. 'It's a wonder how crazy the school would have gotten if I did go out in a bikini during the school beauty pageant years ago.'

Naoto went to the table that the perverts had been at and went to it. She was about to start cleaning when she noticed that there was a tip left behind. Usually, such a thing would be seen as disrespectful, but she couldn’t help but be in awe.

“T-There’s so much here,” Naoto muttered in awe. There was enough money here to rival what she would make at the end of the week.

Azumi said. “Hm? What’s up, Naoto-chan?”

“I think that the customers might have left some money here. Do you know if any of them are still around? I need to give them their money back,” Naoto said, earning a laugh from her coworkers. "What’s so funny?"

“You are such a goody two shoes. It’s ok, it happens from time to time like that.” Azumi shrugged. “Sometimes some patrons will get a little touchy, and if you don't make a big fuss, then they make sure to leave you an extra large tip.”

Naoto looked down at the money, mixed feelings in her heart. \ It felt almost like a bribe to make her keep silent more than anything else if it was true.

Azumi said. “Come on, just take it. You need it. Besides, it isn't stealing if you find money.”

Mizaki bounced her butt against Naoto’s, making her blush. Naoto clenched her cheeks and gulped as if she was about to receive another rough squeeze on her ass.

“So cute,” Mizaki cooed out as she walked away to serve her next customer.

Naoto looked down at her bloated ass and gulped. Her ass tingled like it had earlier. 'Stop bouncing so much. I don't need the extra attention.'

She looked at the money again, quarreling with herself about what to do. It wasn’t right for her to hold onto it, especially since it felt almost like a bribe after that butt slap.

Naoto frowned, the moral debate raging about what she should do. All the numbers from her bills came forward and only added further, making her hands curl around the money. With a heavy sigh, Naoto stuffed the money into her pocket.

'I'll take it, but if they want it back, I'll give it to them.'

The Sixth Day

The lunch rush was finally ending, and Naoto felt like she could finally relax now that it was over. She rubbed the table down, giving anyone behind her a premier shot of her tookus that would have made ass lovers everywhere go wild.

Mizaki called out. “Hey, Nao-chan, come here!”

Naoto sighed after cleaning the table and went over to the other girls in the back, one of which was Mizaki. “Yes, Mizaki-san? Is there something that you need?”

“Oh, nothing major. We just want to do a breast comparison,”

“B-Breast comparison!?” Naoto squeaked, her face darkening.

Naoto looked around, wondering if any of the customers had heard. To her relief, none seemed to and were thankfully focused on other girls wandering around.

“Yeah, we just wanted to see who has the largest set. I mean its obvious for some of us, at least at a glance, whose bigger, but got to be sure ya know?”

“Can’t you just use a tape measure to find out?”

A blonde worker, Azumi, said. “No way that’s too dull and besides, numbers aren’t everything,”

“Then how are you going to do it?”

“Simple.” Azumi laughed and stepped forward, mushing her breasts against Naoto, making her squeal. “We’re going to push our breasts together and whoever’s bust dominates the other wins!”

Naoto squealed at their breasts being forced together like this. To her dismay, she noticed they were being watched by some customers and their fellow employees. “Should we really be doing this now? We’re on the clock!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Mizaki said. “Besides, it's a little fun don’t you think?”

Azumi said. “Rock paper scissors to decide who goes first?”

“The classic and best way to decide!” Mizaki agreed. “Now watch closely, or else you might miss loose!”

Naoto watched them press their busts together and could only stare. Again, she looked at the people around them to see what they were thinking and could hear some of them muttering in anticipation, eying them up like a pair of steaks.

“I’m really not su-” Naoto began in an uneasy tone, however...

BOING! SMOOSH!

She was interrupted by her bust being smothered by Mizaki's.

“Looks like you don’t quite compare in the bust department,” Mizaki laughed. “Darn shame considering that butt of yours. Could bounce a quarter off of it.”

“Well we all can’t have a perfect figure,” Azumi said. She gave Naoto a pat on the rear. “Don’t worry Nao-chan, you still got an amazing ass.”

Naoto blushed, causing the rest of the girls to giggle. Inadequacy went through her, feeling as if she was flat as a board, even though it was because boob monsters surrounded her.

Unknown to Naoto, her breasts began swelling, pushing her top out as more of her cleavage was exposed. Thankfully her clothes adjusted to the change, growing just enough to make it so they weren’t painful to her. Naoto was forced to lean back and stand up straighter to compensate for the change. The growing weight of her bust pulled on her back muscles.

“Dammit, you think I would be used to these things by now.” Naoto pulled on her top and tried to adjust it to make it more comfortable but failed miserably as she continued to expand.

Mizaki grinned. “Alright time for us.”

“Wait a minute,” Naoto started. “We shouldn’t-”

BOING! SMOOSH!

Mizaki pressed her boobs against Naoto, and this time, Naoto's chest seemed to dominate over her coworker’s as her growth slowed. Naoto sighed at being forced into this situation again.

'Am I the only one who has any sense of shame?' Some of the customers cheered, making her face darken. 'Please let this end.'

Azumi said. “Yeah, we got a clear winner for this one."

When Mizaki moved, Naoto’s breasts bounced down and fell into a natural round shape. Seconds later, they finished when they became a gigantic H-cup that dwarfed footballs.

Naoto looked down at her breasts for a moment feeling something was off. She didn’t remember them being so prominent or heavy, but the idea faded. Suddenly whatever was bothering her disappeared, and her clothes felt natural. “There we go.”

Mizaki pouted. “Dammit! I thought that mine would win."

“You must be blind if you think Nao-chan couldn’t compare, hell she's the biggest out of us.”

Naoto could feel the on-goers eyeing her body, no doubt taking in her curves. 'Kami, could you please let the ground swallow me up so I won't have to deal with being eye candy for these people anymore?'

Naoto sighed as she touched her hip, unwittingly tilting her body like a model. “Alright, we really should get back to work ladies.”

“Fine fine. need to be a buzz kill Nao-chan. We’ll get back to work.”

Naoto sighed as she returned to work, the increased bounce of her bust noticeable as she went around the place. Yet the bounce of her boobs was like a lullaby, calming her, despite how off it felt.

'What is up with me today?' For a moment, her chest entered her vision, and she thought. ‘How did I hide these back then?’

Trying to suppress these massive mammaries while getting the air she needed in her lungs had been the most difficult challenge of her life. And now she was practically showing them off for everyone to see.

Someone at a nearby table said. “Excuse me, miss?”

“Oh one moment!” Naoto jumped, standing at attention and inadvertently making her bust bounce. She strolled to the nearby table, ready to assist them, ignoring how the people around her were eyeing her mountain boobs as best she could.

'Strange how I've gotten used to being ogled, but I wish I could hide these curves. No one's going to take me seriously with them.'

The Seventh Day

Mizaki said. “Hey Nao-chan, have you ever considered flirting?”

“Flirting!?” Naoto squealed, her face brightening at the thought of trying to flirt with anyone. Since she started college, she hadn’t even considered dating anyone there. The only goal that she had on her mind was getting through college as quickly as she could with the best grades possible.

“Come on, Nao-chan, no need to be so nervous, just give it a try. You can do it.”

“Why would I want to flirt?”

Mizaki shrugged her shoulders. “Because it can be fun. You don’t have to do it with everyone you meet. Only those who do get your attention, or seem a little down. Besides they might give you a little something nice if you do.”

“S-Still. . .flirting. . .that just seems.,”

“Come’on, we know you can do it. And there’s nothing wrong with it. Just give it a little shot if its nice handsome guy.”

Naoto gulped, doubting she could do it. The only person she had ever truly worked up the courage to do it was when she was with Yu. Even then, it had been a struggle.

Mizaki grinned.“Just take some deep breaths and go for it Nao-chan.”

Naoto sighed. “I don’t think I can do it."

However, Naoto was pushed forward toward a table. Naoto stammered out.“H-Hey!”

Mizaki said playfully. “Come on, you just need some confidence Nao-chan.”

Naoto sighed and tried to think about what she should do. There was no way that Mizaki would let this go until she flirted with someone. She would keep pushing her on and telling her to try again until she at least attempted it.

"Alright, fine."

"Awesome. Now go out there and make someone blush."

After regaining her composure, Naoto sashayed over to one of the tables with a notepad before taking a deep breath. She greeted with what she hoped was a saucy tone. “Hi, welcome to Hooters. May I take your order?”

The people at the table were locked on her cleavage, and Naoto gulped at the desire that was clear in their eyes as they told her their order. She was sure she would have noticed the hardened packages they were sporting below if it wasn't for the table. Despite that, she maintained a professional smile, even as a part of her wanted to scamper away immediately.

“Thank you, I’ll be right back with your drinks gentlemen,” Naoto walked away, shaking her full butt from side to side as she walked.

When her back was to them, she instantly went into business mode. She could feel her co-worker's. . .her friend’s eyes on her, judging her and her performance. It might have only been a week, but she was sure she had come a long way since she first began.

Naoto filled up their drinks, making sure not to spill a drop. As she did, Naoto unconsciously thrust her chest out and cocked her hip seductively, drawing attention to her full buttocks and enticing breasts.

The moment she finished filling their cups, Naoto returned to the group, unwittingly swaying her hips, rolling her butt side to side, and earning their full attention. “Here are you drinks sirs.”

Naoto handed them out around the table, leaning forward and giving them an enticing look at her cleavage. She desired to get a feel of her breasts and a thrill. A naughty idea came to her, and she bounced her chest ever so slightly, just enough to earn a slight jiggle from them.

With a coy smile, she brushed some of her hair behind her ear and looked at them with a smile. “If you need any help gentleman, just say the word.”

Some of her coworkers shot her a playful smile and a thumbs up that she couldn’t help but gleefully return.

When Naoto’s lunch break came around, she grabbed her meal and entered the backroom. She was half tempted to eat on the floor where everybody could see her, but she wanted a little privacy. Besides, she was on the clock for her meal anyway and could have all the fun she wanted later.

Azumi said, “So Naoto-chan, would you rate your experience?”

Azumi said. “In any case, would you like to work here full time until you graduate?”

Naoto grinned. Sure, being a detective was what she was born to do, but this job did so much to help her open up and accept herself. “Without question.”

Azumi shook Naoto's hand. “I’m glad that we could welcome you in.”

“Happy to be here, but I still aim to become a detective.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure we can work something out,” Azumi reached into her back pocket and pulled out an envelope. “By the way, here is your check. I figured that I would give it you personally after hearing your answer."

Naoto beamed as she took the check. With this, she was sure that she could get through college.