Inspiration ID 1

by Michael Hudson

  “Thank you ma’am. I just don’t want to see her get hurt because she disapproved of my position. ”

  Richard turned to head out of the building, nodding to the teacher as he headed for the door. He was going to need to get some of the numbers tomorrow, so he couldn’t bring the paper back, but it also gave it some time to dry after he’d been led into the showers by some rainbow haired girl who thought it would be a good trade off for the honor of being let into the locker room.

  He let out a small sigh, shaking off the annoyance as he walked past where the hallway curved to the right to head towards another locker room, smaller facilities, and such like that. Something like this wasn’t going to get to him though. Not when he already thought he deserved it, and had plenty of other things to think about, such as Alice and Akira.

  And these two girls were enough of a distraction for him not to notice the scared, twelve year old girl stuck in a much bigger, stranger body that finally got to cry after so long.

  Acceptance

  Richard took in a sharp breath as he got off the same bus he had yesterday. The waterpark loomed over him, and he could see girls exiting cars, and even the bus he’d been on, in the same swimsuits that made him run away the day before. Their chests bounced freely, their asses were on full display, and…

  Richard didn’t care. He simply began to walk towards the other end of the parking lot where Alice’s house was supposed to be. His mind was focused on that task now, the words he would need to say, and the loss he would feel afterwards. Because of that, he wasn’t about to take in that which caused all of this. Not today.

  He stepped onto the road leading away from the waterpark and almost immediately saw the address he’d been looking for. It made sense, seeing as her father owned and ran the waterpark. Despite that, the house wasn’t some grand monument to his success, but instead seemed more to reflect what Alice might have wanted out of a house. Tucked inbetween a set of trees, two floors tall, and of an old, Victorian style, complete with a quaint porch on the front.

  Richard smiled as he stepped onto the wood. He bet that Alice’s father had built this with the future in mind. Instead of having a place of business and class, it was one that dripped with peace. When the man finally retired, Richard imagined he wouldn’t go anywhere, but continue to enjoy this house until he passed it down, if he did, all while he watched his business continue to run.

  It was just a shame that this was the only time he’d see the brown building.

  Richard pressed the doorbell by the door, a chime ringing through the house to let them know they had a visitor. He stepped back, the bag in his left hand swaying with his motion, all while he knew that he wasn’t going to just be allowed in. Maybe a week ago he would have, but now… No, not now.

  And, as predicted, the second Alice’s father opened the door, his normally cheerful face soured into a grimace. There was something else there though, as he furrowed his brow. Confusion. Richard supposed it was probably because the address was normally kept a tight secret, so unexpected guests were, well, unexpected. “The student council gave me the address so I could look into what kept Alice out of school today.”

  The older man nodded, before sighing and stepping back. “Well, I won’t force you to stay out here then. You can come in, and we can talk. I don’t think Alice wants to hear how you came for business though.”

  Richard shook his head. He couldn’t enter, not yet. Instead, he reached up to his breast pocket while he spoke. “That’s simply the official reason, sir. In reality,” he bit his lip, looking at the card as he slipped it into his palm, “I’m here to explain myself, apologize, give a gift for her birthday, and hopefully allow Alice to know that the reason I believe we should never see each other,” he said as he extended the card out to her father, “is because I don’t want to have the chance to hurt her worse than I did yesterday.”

  The man hummed to himself as he looked at the card, turning it over and even trying to bend it, but the quality material and lamination made sure it barely gave. Once he seemed satisfied with its authenticity, he looked back at Richard. “When did you get this?”

  “A little less than a week ago, sir.”

  “So before you accepted my daughter’s invitation?”

  “I saw nothing wrong with it at the time. I should have known better, but I’m happy I could come to my senses before I went too far.”

  “What do you mean by too far?”

  Richard took in a sharp breath, before looking down. “I… I plan to use the card sir. Not today, but sometime in the future. I want to do good with it, but I know Alice too well. She’d constantly be in my mind as a target, and even something like making her…” he shut his eyes, having gone over versions of this in his head a hundred times now, “undress would… would scar her.”

  “When I saw her in that swimsuit, I realized that it was likely I would do that one day. That I wouldn’t be able to look at her as a good friend, but as a target, and she deserves better than that. Better than me.”

  The father looked back at the card, grimacing again, before finally handing it to Richard. “I’m happy you came then, instead of just deciding that. I don’t think my daughter would have been able to take you suddenly leaving. ”

  Richard nodded as he took back his ID, before stepping into the house. “I know sir. Alice has few enough friends as it is, and I’m sorry she must lose another for such a reason. I only hope you understand my reasoning.”

  The old man said nodded. “Well, I’ll take whatever you brought for her so that you can get straight to the matter.”

  He took the bag before silently watching Richard run up the stairs, closing his eyes as he let out a long sigh. It was a hard truth to bear. He’d had nightmares about such things as this, but now… He pushed it out of his mind as he walked back to the living room, ready to leave them be for as long as they may need.

  He only hoped his daughter could find the strength she would need to be happy with this.

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  “Alice?”

  The poor girl’s heart stopped as she heard her name be called. She knew the voice all too well, and it made her curl tighter into the blankets she’d been in for the day. They were warm and safe, keeping her away from the harsh realities of the world. Just like Richard used to.

  She shut her eyes, tears forming at the edges of them. Alice knew it was impolite not to respond. That if she stayed quiet, her dad would let him know she was in there, and her lie would be found out. Richard would probably even be kind enough to leave, just like… just like...

  “Come in.”

  Alice sucked her lips in, barely uncovering her face as she waited for him. She had forced the words out, and now hated herself for it. She wasn’t ready to face Richard. To be rejected again, especially not while she was in her favorite pajamas, a thought that forced the poor girl’s head into her pillow. She didn’t have anything other than the blanket to hide her from him, and it was beyond bad manners to just lie in bed while someone stood and-

  The bed sunk in a bit to her left, and her thoughts stopped dead. There was only one reason why it would have sunk in like that, and while it removed the social problem of her lying down, it introduced about a thousand more. Not that they mattered anymore…

  As her body began to shake again, her tears not being able to be stopped, Richard’s voice came into her ears again. “Alice, I’m so sorry. I swear, I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. I should have known better than to think I would be able to go. I should… I should have done a lot.”

  Alice shook her head, her mind screaming with her thoughts. He didn’t know what he’d done. Richard was terrible at reading how someone actually felt, so she bet it was just because it was her birthday and how much that meant to her. Not any of the real reasons. Not any of the reasons that made her heart spasm in pain.

  He didn’t stop though, and Alice thanked him for that. “I came to explain myself though, and that’s what I’m going t
o do. You see…” There was a pause, and Alice’s hand reached for the blanket to look at him, before it stopped itself.

  “You mean the world to me, and now that I’m an Inspiration Officer, I will not let myself have the chance to hurt you. When I saw you yesterday, that’s all I could think about, and I hate myself for it. So… So I’m sorry I didn’t immediately tell you. I’m sorry that I looked at you that way. I’m..,”

  Alice looked up at him, her hand weakly holding onto one of his as she stared at him with her bright, blue eye. She was shaking like a leaf, and tears were still coming down her face, despite the mostly blank expression she had on while she whispered, “You… didn’t… hate me?”

  Richard frowned, before shaking his head and reaching down to squeeze her hand with both of his. “No, Alice, of course not. You’re one of the sweetest, most talented girls I’ve met, and I’m going to hate not seeing how you grow from now on.”

  Alice’s breathing became shallow as she shuffled closer, her body forming an odd crescent around Richard’s as she continued to force her voice out. “And… my looks?”

  Richard’s cheeks became beet red. “W-well, um, they’re the problem. You somehow can be one of the cutest girls I’ve met, before looking beautiful, and finally, in that swimsuit…”

  His voice trailed off, but Alice only came closer to him, the blanket slowly coming off. Her mind was working now. It was putting the pieces together. So much of it scared her. Made her want to keep hiding, but what that made all of them just drive her towards what she needed to do, because she didn’t want to do any of those with him.

  She sat up and pressed herself against Richard’s side, her breasts coming around his arm, covered in her soft, pink pajamas, before she whispered the opposite of her greatest fear. “Hello, Richard.”

  Richard’s words came out as nothing more than a choked gasp, and for the first time ever, Alice knew what other people felt when they talked to her and she was overwhelmed. She would need to continue on her own then, but the image of him being gone wouldn’t let her stop. Not now. “You… You were the only one I invited to my birthday party, because I’d picked that swimsuit out a month ago, j-just for y-you.”

  She wrapped her arms around his, tears pouring down her face as she shook. “You’re literally the only person I’ve ever felt safe enough for that with. T-to let myself be seen and judged for what I actually look like, and when you left, I thought you hated what you saw. That the man I loved thought of me as nothing but an overstuffed, gelatinous pi…”

  She blinked. Her mind was catching up with her words, and was trying to figure out what she’d said. What she had spent over a year trying not to say. Making painstaking attempts to not hint at.

  ‘Love. I said love, and now he’s going to leave. I completely failed, and it was all because of…’

  She blinked again, barely able to breathe as an equally stunned and confused Richard pulled away from her, their lips having barely pecked the others a second ago. Alice slowly raised a hand to her lips, staring at her fingers as her tears finally stopped due to the confusion she felt from having finally kissed Richard.

  And then, they came back as he whispered, “I l-love you too, Alice.”

  Alice dove into his chest, snuggling into it as she held him tight. She was still shaking, and crying, but she was never happier to do so. She had Richard. She… she got to finally be with her Picasso. She wouldn’t just fade into being nothing with no one, and it was all because Richard cared so much. Because Richard loved her, and wouldn’t…

  Her eyes slowly opened as everything in her went dead. She pulled away from Richard, who looked confused as she blinked, but she didn’t know if she could care. Not when she didn’t have him. “I’m just one of them. That’s all I can be, isn’t it? One and then you continue on, just as your job needs you to.”

  And finally, Richard didn’t hesitate, or doubt, or even lie to himself. His mind was clear for the first time since he’d gotten the card, and he reached out to grab Alice’s shoulders, looked her dead in the eyes, and used the card .

  “As an Inspiration Officer, I demand that you stop crying, and come to live with me in my apartment as the girl I am with, as if a girlfriend, to satisfy my sexual desires of being able to make my best friend happy, and let the one I love know that she is not just one. She’ll always be there, as the first I love.”

  Alice stared at him. She wasn’t even sure she could breathe, but she still managed words, somehow. “You… You want me to live with you?”

  “Yes.”

  “And I won’t just be something you sleep with when you get home?”

  “I think I’d be far more satisfied with watching movies with you.”

  “And if… if I ever… ever…” Alice swallowed hard as she put her hands on his chest. “If I ever wanted to b-b-be with y-you,..”

  Richard cupped her cheek, smiling and blushing only a few inches away from her. “I would command you to make sure I did everything right so as not to hurt you.”

  And now Alice spoke clear, though not entirely with her mind keeping up, as the words made it kind… explode.

  “Then I want you to take me now.”

  Richard looked like he’d been gut checked for a moment as his eyes widened. He’d expected six weeks, six months, six years even, not six seconds .

  When he looked at her though, her confidence fading and her leaning back and turning away from him, he knew he couldn’t wait for that time either. No, Alice meant too much to him, so he wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her deeply as they fell onto the bed.

  When they came apart, Alice was panting, staring into his eyes before whispering, “I can’t move.”

  Richard stroked the side of her face, still smiling as they stayed pressed against each other. “Just tell me you want this one more time, and you won’t need to. I swear.”

  The promise made Alice’s whole body shiver in anticipation. He was willing. He was ready, or so she thought, and even if she didn’t know if she was ready, she doubted she’d ever have that answer. So, she followed her heart, like before, leaned back, and whispered, “I...I want this.”

  Richard nodded before getting to work, trying to make sure he didn’t start shaking. It wasn’t because it was his job. No, for the moment, that fact faded from his mind as he undid the first button to Alice’s pink top. He needed to be strong for her though, as she was probably nervous enough for the both of them.

  His hands worked slowly, undoing the shirt button by button while brushing against her skin. Alice shook at his touch, keeping her hands to her sides, grabbing the bed as she tried to keep herself calm. As the fourth one came away from her though, she let out a small squeal, as plenty of her cleavage was already showing, and soon, her whole chest would be exposed.

  She swallowed hard as Richard’s hands stopped their task for a moment, before she gasped in surprise. His strong, steady hands had slipped into her shirt, rubbing her large mounds, before firmly squeezing them. His hands could wrap themselves about halfway around her large bosom, which wasn’t surprising due to its size, but it was more than enough to get to the girl. She was being touched. Blissfully touched by her crush .

  She gripped into the sheets as she panted on the bed, her thighs beginning to burn as his hands continued to massage into her chest. She easily gave into his fingers, her soft body moving like puddy for him. Normally, she’d get embarrassed, or hate how her breasts yielded to the pressure, especially whenever she had to look at how their fat overflowed over her bras, threatening to break the pieces of fabric.

  But now… Now she loved that she could give into his hands, her back beginning to arch so she could push against his hands. She could feel their every line, the hard muscles within, but also the delicateness and expertise that came from hours of drawing. She bet he could make any girl collapse like she thought she might with hands like these.

  He leaned in close, his weight pressing down on her, pushing down on her chest as her bre
asts tried to flatten. All it really did was make sure the soft flesh stuck out between his fingers as she moaned and shook. She then turned beet red as he whispered, “I didn’t think you were the type of girl who didn’t wear a bra.”

  Alice swallowed hard, barely able to look at him as the fire in her thighs grew. She was close. She was so close, all because of her stupid, sensitive tits. They even managed to embarrass her now. “I normally wear one, but they’re, um, uncomfortable.”

  His lips pressed against hers, holding her there as he gripped into her chest. It was the final straw for Alice, and her eyes rolled back as the waves of ecstasy that she’d been holding back crashed through her system. She felt weak for giving into her pleasure, but the feeling of her juices running down her legs, ruining her pants, all because of him, made it worth it. She only wished he was getting as much out of all of this.

  When he pulled away, he panted, his fingers still kneading into her, his thumbs even being audacious enough to tease her nipples. It wasn’t even fair at this point, as she was still sensitive, still so close to peaking again. She’d hoped that her first time would be good, but this… This was too much.

  Richard smiled as he cupped her cheek, finally letting go of one of her heaving breasts, before whispering, “Then I command that you never wear a bra in our home, so that you may be more comfortable, and your wonderful chest be open to me, just like your heart. Understand?”

  Alice shook again as he pushed away from her. She was still ready. Oh, how she was ready, and the thought of being made to have nothing but a shirt between her breasts and him at all times, and she couldn’t say no… “Of course, officer. Anything for you.”

  She shivered as his hands touched her thighs. Alice wanted to move. To be able to take her pants off herself, but if she’d been frozen before by embarrassment before, she was now frozen by anticipation. By what more Richard would do to her, and his words only stoked that flame more. “Careful. There’s a lot I could do with that sort of permission.”