The Breast Man's Legacy Ch. 2 Sample (Original Commission/ CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE)

The bell on the little shop’s door rang as Jack walked in. Today he was in the outfit Nick had taught him to wear whenever he was ‘hunting’, which meant this was the first time he’d ever worn it. It was supposed to be professional and stylish enough to draw a girl’s attention, but relaxed enough to welcome in any sort of girl, rather than seeming like a snob.

This was why he wore a black fedora with a red ribbon around the base of the hat, a black, Italian suit with a white undershirt, but the top button undone and without a tie to make it look like it was almost boring for him to wear a suit. The cuffs were undone to match, though the leather, black dress shoes brought back the sophistication. It had all been an 18th birthday present, and had cost Nick much of what little savings he had left.

And now, Jack would put it to good use as he walked up to the counter, his hat covering his face as he eyed the girl behind it. She was a familiar sight to him of course, but he still couldn’t help getting a small rush of excitement at how pretty she was. She was of a petite build, her head reach just below his chest, though at six foot, six inches, Jack wasn’t all that short, with a tight, small ass that was able to easily be seen by him as she bent over to work on something. Her cheerful, excited voice broke through the store as she yelled, “Please, come in and look around. I’ll be with you in just a moment!”

Jack absentmindedly nodded as he began to fill in the rest of her normal clothes. She was wearing blue, denim overalls with thin straps that went over her shoulders, a green shirt that would be covering… her small breasts. Jack blinked for a moment as he considered the fact that he’d never really thought about her chest before now. Looks like Nick was right to warn him about that one, he thought with a chuckle.

As he looked back to her, she began standing up, her messy, rose red hair bouncing a little with her sudden rise. Its bangs would be combed over to the side, almost low enough to cover one of her beautiful, blue eyes, and when those eyes were aimed at him, he got her normal, bright smile that brought out the freckles on her cheeks. “What can I do for you today, deary?”

Jack smirked as he heard her slight, Irish accent, before saying in a smooth, calm tone, “Well, you can tell me which is more beautiful, as I can’t decide. Is it this lilac,” Jack said as he picked up a single flower from its bin, before then putting it next to her face and letting her see his own, “or you?”

The girl, whose name was Spring, blushed a deep crimson before she looked away. “W-wow. Um, well, y-you should know it’s the flower of course, Jack. Not little ol’ me.”

Jack slipped the flower back with a smile before he began to follow her to the next bin of flowers she needed to put away. “I don’t think that’s true. Not entirely at least. A single flower at the very least can’t beat you. Will you accept that?”

Spring smiled as her blush refused to go away, even as she shook her head. “You sound like Ni-” She froze for a moment, putting her hands over her lips, before lowering them to her hips. “You’re trying to act like him, aren’t you?”

Jack held up his hands at the words, a slight shrug coming to his shoulders as he nodded in agreement. “I promise you though, the words are true. I’m just finally trying to give what Nick always wanted me to do, and since I already have thought dozens of compliments for you before now, I thought I may as well while I came to get him some flowers.”

For a moment, Spring stood in place, mouthing the word dozens, before furiously shaking her head again. “Well, I’m, uh, happy to hear that, but I am on the clock, so why don’t you tell me what you want?”

Jack raised an eyebrow at her before crossing his arms. “I’m getting flowers for Nick. Only one set of flowers could work for that.”

Spring let out a small giggle as she plucked two roses from one of the bins in the store, and then moving towards the daisies to fill out most of the bouquet. “A bouquet of flowers can calm any raging beast. Isn’t that what he said whenever he came here?”

“That, or ‘Remember, a flower now can equal a drunk call later’.”

Another giggle escaped Spring as she shook her head, before she looked back at Jack. “I doubt you’d ever send flowers for that reason though, would you? Even if you follow what he wanted.”

Jack grinned as he plucked two of the flowers for the bouquet himself, and they began to walk towards the counter. “I promise you’ll never get a flower from me saying sorry. Only thanks for letting me feel just how warm Spring can feel.”

Spring sprung up at that point, her beat red cheeks coming back as she hissed, “Will you stop that? You’re not supposed to just say things like that.”

Jack bent over the counter, looking into her eyes, but still missing how they drifted down with the last few words, before whispering, “I swear I’m not just saying them, and while I’m not interested in dating you, I don’t see any reason not to let a good friend like you not know how beautiful she is.”

Spring swiped a bit of her hair behind one ear, swaying back and forth as she smiled. It reminded him a lot of whenever he was praising her flower work on drama stage sets, but he still never saw why she acted like it was so special. She was good with flowers, her position as gardening president at his school said so much, and it was much the same here. She shouldn’t mind so much of him simply stating the facts, though admittedly in a bit more of a perverted fashion than he needed to.

Finally, Spring looked back at him, biting her cheek as her hands unconsciously began binding together the bouquet. “You know, um, well,” she stopped as she took in a deep breath and gave him a large smile. “Thank you, Jack, and if you’re going to be like Nick now-”

“I’m just trying it. I don’t want to just become him.”

Spring giggled at that, before she jumped onto the counter, her legs swaying over the side of it as she continued to look at him. “My boss isn’t going to be back for at least fifteen minutes, so, since I know you haven’t…”

She looked down, her blush coming back before she whispered, “I’ll let you finally look at a pair of breasts, okay?”

Jack opened his mouth, before Nick’s voice chimed in his ears. A girl doesn’t let you see her chest for nothing, and not only will questioning it lose you the chance, it’s just plain rude. I mean, who questions Peter when he offers to open the pearly gates?

So, even though he was a bit nervous, Jack decided to collect on what happened when you acted like some hotshot player, and walked around the counter. He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, before he whispered, “I would love to.”

To let you all know by the way, Rondome is the one commissioning this, which is also why I linked Of Stallions and Mares with this. Well, that, and breast fetish. All dah breast fetish, though this one was allowed a smaller breasted girl. Also, the first 4 chapters are available on my Patreon!