[Titnosis, Brain Drain, Breast Growth]

“Kochiya Sanae! You have to stop what you’re doing, right now!”

“Whaaaat? What’s wrong, Judge Eiki?”

It was a normal day in Gensokyo. As normal as that little pocket of Fantasy could be. Whether it was Youkai causing problems, Fairies playing pranks on people, or Humans just trying to get by, it certainly seemed like just any other day.

But today was one of the days that Shiki Eiki, the Judge of Hell, had off. And unlike every other person that ever had an occupation, she preferred to stick to her morals and lecture people on her day off.

Her current target? Kochiya Sanae. One of the recent arrivees. A young green-haired miko who had quickly taken to the absurd nature of the world around her, understanding that it was just how the world worked. Granted, the presence of the two gods that served as her surrogate parents probably helped in that regard.

Unfortunately, she might’ve gone a little bit overboard. After the Mountain of Faith incident that arose from her and her goddesses strong arming their way into the world, she needed a new way to get followers for her shrine. And since she couldn’t just try to usurp the already existing and relatively popular Hakurei Shrine, lest she invite another beating to her bottom like the one she had already earned during that incident…

Why not just use her body as an incentive? Anybody that prayed to her goddess were allowed a certain amount of bodily contact, and if you continued to frequent the shrine and offer an adequate amount of yen as offerings, you might just get a bit more than that.

It was exactly that behavior that brought Eiki to her shrine. That behavior showed no regard for what was morally right in the moment. There was absolutely nothing that would make this the right thing to do!

“Listen to me, Sanae.” Eiki said as she slapped her favorite Rod of Remorse against the palm of her hand. “If you continue to offer up your body in this lustful manner, not only will you be heading straight for hell, but you won’t ever get to satisfy yourself once you head down there. You have to stop, before you tempt all of Gensokyo towards sin!”

Sanae tilted her head slightly as she looked at the short judge. “But it’s fun. Why should I stop?” She asked again, stretching a little as she enjoyed the warm summer wind brushing up against her near-naked body…

Even just her attire was a mark against any sort of moral behavior. Instead of wearing her normal miko outfit, Sanae had decided to wear little more than a set of strings that rubbed up against her most private areas. It didn’t even hide anything, both her thick nipples and her wet pussy were out in the open!

“Because you should never indulge too hard. That too is a sinful act.” Eiki continued ranting, trying her best to not look at the busty miko’s rather lewd body. She needed to be a shining example of virtuous behavior. She was a judge, after all.

Sanae listened to the short judge more and more, nodding along as she registered each and every complaint. And once the judge finally stopped speaking, she giggled a little. “But Judge Eiki… That’s not fun. Gensokyo’s a fun place, don’t you know?” She chimed, like she had just ignored everything she had heard. “There’s nothing like Sin or Virtue in this place, otherwise Reimu would’ve definitely gone to hell already…”

“She’s headed for Hell, you know.” Eiki dryly replied, before shaking her head. Honestly, why was it so difficult getting through to mortals? Whether it was that greedy Miko, or this slutty one. She had her work cut out for her when they both passed on. Not to mention, knowing them they could probably manipulate Komachi…

As the judge quietly stood there and ruminated on the future, the green-haired Miko felt the sweat running down her near-naked body. She was horny, and there weren’t any men or women in the vicinity. Not to mention, the judge would probably just scold her again if she…

...Hold on, that was the solution to all her problems, wasn’t it?

“Anyway! I hope you understand that you can’t just keep being this erotic, Sanae!” Eiki cried out as she turned back towards the rather fat-tittied miko, hoping that she managed to beat some sense into her with her words.

Unfortunately, all that her ranting earned her was a one-way trip into those fat tits. She was practically yanked into them, trapping her between those sweaty melons with no escape in sight.

“There there, Judge Eiki. I know what you want, you want a taste of these tits!” Sanae giggled, rubbing the struggling green-haired girl on the back of the head. “That’s why you talked so much about how I dressed! You were green with envy! But don’t worry, we can find a way to make you just as big as me. I’m sure Kanako knows a way!”

This was bad. If there was one thing that Eiki was weak to, and her subordinate Komachi knew and exploited this well, it was tits. Fat fucking honkers. She was a flat-chested girl herself, so to be confronted with massive milkers that she didn’t have… Well that was enough to make a blood vessel burst inside her head.

But this wasn’t the normal kind of teasing. The miko showed a degree of concern towards the flat-chested judge. She implied that it would be possible for her to grow her own rack. And that little sinful idea was exactly the kind of idea that could slip between the crack of lawful virtue inside the judge’s head…

With a little bit of force, Eiki pulled her head out from between those massive melons, her face completely smothered in the green-haired miko’s sweat. “T-There’s no way that I’d want tits of my own! You’re delusional, Sanae! This is why you’re headed straight for hell! Please, come to your senses before it’s too late!”

“If that’s the case, then why are you blushing?” Sanae asked, and the judge didn’t have a good answer for that. Especially not as the miko started giggling once again, while grabbing the rather loud judge’s hands and pushing them together into a proper praying stance.

A little bit of divine power poured out of her body. A privilege that her goddesses had granted her. Normally she used it to control the winds during danmaku bouts, but she could use it to help out the judge a little.

Eiki struggled, but as soon as that divine wind blew through her, there was nothing she could do. Because even a judge like her was nothing in the face of divine power.

It was like her worries were being blown away. All of her attachments to the idea of being virtuous, the idea of suppressing and actively avoiding sin, and her regrets over not having a fat pair of tits… All of it went away.

And in its place? The wind gave her what she had always craved. As she slowly but surely felt her bosom inflating, growing with every little breath she drew. It was like her dreams were coming true, even if she never would’ve admitted that she had them…

Unfortunately, what neither Sanae or Eiki were aware of was that the wind had a mind of its own. Or rather, it had the mind of the one who manipulated it. And since Sanae was a bit of a slut at heart…

As the wind filled up the empty spots inside Eiki that had previously been occupied by such silly things as laws and rules that she had followed religiously in the past, a new burning need started to fill her.

That need grew in tandem with her tits. As they slowly but surely bulged out against her outfit, growing cup by cup as the seconds ticked by, that very same need was burning away any sort of restraint inside her.

The second that her tits forcibly ripped the top of her outfit to shreds from the sheer growth, the judge’s irises turned into devilish hearts as a bit of drool started pouring down her chin. All while she cast her eyes towards the green-haired girl that had just given her what she craved.

“T-These… These tits…” Eiki muttered as she quickly dug her fingers into her much bigger mounds. They were even larger than Komachi’s… Now she was the one who was going to use them to get her way. Whether it was against that cow-tittied ferrywoman, or even the others in Gensokyo… yeah… “I wanna use them…” But first, she had to satiate her need.

Sanae smiled a little. “I have a spare bikini if you want one, Judge Eiki. You could join me for prayer service, if you’d like!” She chimed, not at all bothered by the fact she just invited a judge of hell to shameless sex with random humans.

Eiki smiled in turn. Because she didn’t care either. All that she wanted now was to use these enormous tits… And satiate the flame of lust that Sanae had stoked inside her.