A.N.: Okay, I'm not going to do Nanao or Kiyone since I never really cared for them. So…I'm going with plan B.
Warning: Lemon!

Chapter Ten

A few days later…
Ichigo's Massage Room

"Mmmmh…" Kiyone sighed as Ichigo massaged her small legs. "Wow! You really are good at this!" she praised while Ichigo finished up her massage.

"Thank you. I've had a lot of practice massaging the others," Ichigo chuckled. 'Among other things…' He waited until Kiyone tied her bikini back on before handing her a robe. "Here you go."

"Thanks. No wonder my big sis told me to come to you. You've got wonder hands!"

Ichigo chuckled but was inwardly dreading Kiyone's words. He hoped that Isane hadn't spilled the beans to her younger sister about what happened in the showers. As Unohana demonstrated, she wasn't exactly hard to crack. He'd given her a massage yesterday and to say it'd been awkward would be a huge understatement.

Thankfully, if any of the girls had put their heads together and figured out that Ichigo had sex with the majority of them, none of them showed it. At night Ichigo was invited to dinner with them and even though none of the women gave him a knowing stare, save for Yoruichi obviously, Ichigo would sweat bullets.

Thankfully nothing crazier happened since his run-in with Nemu. After a lengthy shower romp, the lieutenant fulfilled her end of the bargain and retrieved him clothes, thanking him for helping her fulfill her summer wish list. After that, Ichigo went about his duties like normal, hoping that the SWA would leave already. Yoruichi would often come by for "personal" massages but Ichigo was able to duck out of it when Aibara would page him. It wasn't that Ichigo didn't want to oblige but he was here on behalf of Ikumi and didn't want to run the risk of embarrassing her by being fired for "unprofessional behavior".

Kiyone thanked him again and left the room. Ichigo began to clean the table and walked over to the sink to wash his oily hands. He heard the door open behind him and turned his head. "Aibara? Is that you?"

When he turned he saw that it was instead Captain Unohana, smiling her usual smile while wearing a long white blouse. "Hello, Ichigo," the kind captain greeted. "Were you expecting your boss?"

"Sometimes she comes in while I'm wrapping up to tell me that I'm needed for something," Ichigo explained. "What's up? Are you here to ask for a massage?" He knew he didn't have any more work today but if Captain Unohana requested a massage, he'd be suicidal to turn her down.

But thankfully Unohana shook her head. "Oh nothing like that. I'm about to leave with Lady Yoruichi to go shopping in town. I'd like to ask for a favor while I'm gone."

"A favor? What is it?"

"Could you please keep an eye on Yachiru while I'm gone? I've been keeping a sharp eye on her ever since the chocolate fountain incident."

Ichigo knew the incident Unohana was talking about. Shortly after the group had arrived, Yachiru had gotten them all in a jam when she tried to take the chocolate fountain at the hotel's buffet and cover herself in chocolate. Thanks to Unohana's intervention the group was able to avoid getting kicked out but she had taken the liberty of making sure that Yachiru wasn't going to stir up more trouble.

"Yeah, I guess I could keep an eye on her," Ichigo supposed.

"Excellent. She's in the pool with Rukia, Isane and Momo. After the incident, I had Nemu fetch her a new Gigai to help her behave herself. You might find her a bit…" her lips formed a knowing smile and Ichigo saw a dark gleam in her eyes, "different. Thank you for helping me out." She walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "When I get back, I'll be sure to reward you with another massage," she winked before quickly leaving. Ichigo watched her go and hoped that his erection wasn't so obvious.

Leaving his massage parlor, the teen headed for the pool. The sun's bright rays greeted him as he stepped outside. He blushed as he passed by the kiddie pool, remembering the night that he ran into Rangiku and how that ended.

He found Rukia and Kiyone sitting in chairs, working on their tan. "Hey, Rukia," he greeted.

"What's up, Ichigo?" Like Unohana, if Rukia wanted to tease Ichigo for their dirty massage, she didn't show it.

"Captain Unohana asked me took after Yachiru while she's gone. I checked the kiddie pool but I didn't see her."

"Oh, she's in the big pool playing with Momo. I think she's kinda jealous though."

"Why?"

"Oh you'll see…"

Walking up to the edge of the pool, Ichigo looked out and saw many of his friends. Seeing a head of pink hair, he called out to the little girl. "Yachiru? Could you come out of the pool please?"

The girl turned and waved. "Hey, Ichi!" She swam over to the ladder in front of Ichigo and began to climb out. As she stepped out of the pool, Ichigo realized that what Unohana meant when she said that Yachiru was in a new Gigai. She wasn't the little girl he knew.

Instead, what was climbing out of the pool was a grown-up bombshell.

Ichigo's jaw hung low. Yachiru had gone from a little girl to a twenty-year old bikini model. Her hair was longer now, her wet pink hair sprawling down her shoulders and back. She wore a white bikini, the wet fabric clinging to her curvaceous form. Ichigo's eyes had a hard time taking it all in. Yachiru had become literal eye-candy. She'd went from a flat chested child to a woman with Orihime-sized melons. Standing as tall as Ichigo, her slender legs led up to her slim thighs.

"Ya…Yachiru?" Ichigo gaped, his eyes looking her up and down over and over.

"Hi'ya, Ichi!" Yachiru giggled. "This is the new Gigai Captain Unohana made for me!" She spun around, giving Ichigo a good look at her nice backside. "Do you like it?"

Pushing up her sunglasses, Rukia grinned at Ichigo's stunned reaction. "Oh I think he enjoys it…"

Shaking off his shock, Ichigo tried his best to keep his eyes going southward. "Captain Unohana asked me to keep an eye on you while she's gone. You want to hang out in my room while she's out with Yoruichi?" He figured that she wouldn't cause much trouble there.

"Okay!" Yachiru giggled as she walked over to a chair with her towel on it, drying off. Wrapping it around her curvy waist, she walked over to Ichigo and grabbed his arm. "Come on, Ichi!"

Blushing from the girl's tight grip on his arm, he guided her back towards the hotel, scowling at Rukia who was giving him a knowing smile. "Have fun, Ichigo…" she teased.

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Give me a break…" He knew that Yachiru was a hottie now but she was still Kenpachi's daughter. Only a fool would give into temptation.

What Ichigo didn't realize was that he was just such a fool…

Later…
Ichigo's Room

"Mmmmh!" Yachiru hummed happily as she ate her third ice cream sundae, Ichigo sitting across from her on the bed, wondering how she could eat that much ice cream. When Yachiru realized that sitting around Ichigo's room was boring, the child in a woman's body started throwing a tantrum. Luckily Ichigo was able to placate her by ordering room service for her, letting her order the biggest ice cream sundaes the hotel had to offer.

"Yummy!" Yachiru leaned back and rubbed her full belly, making Ichigo look away uncomfortably. The girl was still wearing her skimpy bikini and Yachiru was unaware of how sexy she'd become, spreading her legs carelessly in front of him. Setting the bowl of empty ice cream on the nightstand next to the others. "Hey, Ichi?"

"Yeah?" Ichigo asked, crossing his legs in an attempt to hide his boner. 'She's a child, Ichigo. Get it together,' he kept telling himself.

"You give massages, right?"

"I do. My boss hired me out here," Ichigo explained.

Yachiru smiled and giggled childlishly. "Can you give me massage too? Ruki-Ruki- and Kitty tell me you give really good massages!"

'Of course they would…' Ichigo thought. He got up and walked over to a drawer. "Sure. I don't see why not." He grabbed a spare jar of oil he kept and brought it to the bed. "Lie down for me."

"Okay!" the pinkette smiled. To Ichigo's embarrassment, the girl quickly pulled the string to her bikini top and stood to pull her bottom down.

Ichigo's face turned so red it was miracle blood didn't shoot out of his nose. He may have seen women naked before but last he checked, Yachiru wasn't as promiscuous as Yoruichi or Rangiku. "Yachiru? Why'd you take your bikini off?"

The luscious babe gave Ichigo an innocent look. "But the others told me that I had to be naked to get a massage."

Ichigo facepalmed. 'Of course Yoruichi and the others would say that. Goddammit. If Kenpachi finds out I had her in my room naked, he's gonna murder me in my sleep…' Sighing, he looked back at the naked hottie. "Fine. Just lie down for me." He wasn't going to make a fuss over it, not wanting the girl to start another tantrum.

As the naked Yachiru laid down on his bed Ichigo poured his oil into a small bowl. Grabbing a handful, he dribbled it over Yachiru's back and shoulders.

"Oh!" Yachiru squeaked. "It's cold!" she whined.

"Don't worry, it'll get warm," Ichigo told her. He began gently massaging the girl's shoulders, trying to keep his blushing to a minimum as Yachiru began to coo and moan. He didn't feel much tension in her shoulders, being the carefree girl she was, so he moved his way down to her back.

More oil was added, making Yachiru's soft skin glisten in the noon sun, heating up her body. Yachiru's moans grew more and more as Ichigo massaged her body, clutching her pillow tightly. Unknown to Ichigo, Yachiru could feel a dirty, exciting emotion build inside her.

"Ooooooh…" she moaned, rubbing her legs together.

Ichigo heard Yachiru's constant moaning and became a little disturbed. He'd only focused on her back and shoulders and yet she was moaning so lewdly. "Yachiru? You okay?" he asked.

"Mmmmh…that feels really good, Ichi…" Yachiru moaned. "Ichi?" she inquired, turning her head.

"Yachiru?"

"Could you massage my boobies?"

Ichigo came close to choking on his own tongue. "What?!" Many of his friends had been bold in coming on to him but this took the grand prize for coming out of nowhere. "Yachiru! I'm a professional! I don't-"

Before Ichigo could stop her, Yachiru rolled over onto her back, almost knocking Ichigo off of her and forcing him to lift his lips to let her shift positions. Ichigo found himself straddling Yachiru's stomach, looking down at her magnificent tits. If this was what Yachiru would grow into when she got older, Ichigo pitied whoever she brought home to meet.

Yachiru, turned on but not understanding the urges inside her, pressed her jiggly tits together, her breathing beginning to quicken. "Please? Big Boobs says that having her boobies massaged feels really good." She squeezed her tits togehter, moaning and enticing Ichigo with their firm softness.

Ichigo knew he shouldn't. The thought of what Kenpachi would do to him was enough reason to not do what Yachiru requested. However, the look that Yachiru was giving him as well as her perfectly round, perfect breasts, was causing his mental walls to break down. 'I'll just…I'll just do it. Do it and get it over with,' he told himself, trying to rationalize his actions as blood raced southward, his white pants showing an obvious bulge.

Getting more oil, he poured it over her DD-cup breasts. Yachiru tilted her head back and let out another titillating moan as the cold oil touched her burning hot skin. "Ah!" she gasped when Ichigo's soft hands touched her bosom. As gently as he could, Ichigo gripped and squeezed Yachiru's melons, feeling her lovely pink nipples harden in his palms. "Oooh!" Yachiru cooed, her ruby eyes closing and her back arching. "Ichi…that feels soooo good."

Ichigo couldn't help but get turned on himself, the feel of the now adult-Yachiru's soft, firm melons exquisite. Seeing how aroused Yachiru was getting, Ichigo surmised that the Gigai that Unohana made for her was highly sensitive compared to a normal human. 'Captain Unohana. What did you make for her?' he pondered before he noticed Yachiru squirming. "You okay, Yachiru?"

"My chest…feels kinda funny…" Yachiru groaned, a swelling heat grew in her chest, a tension building up beneath her nipples the more Ichigo massaged her titties. "I feel like…I'm gonna burst!" Her hands joined Ichigo's in fondling her breasts, squeezing them harder until her head became overwhelmed by the tension in her chest. She threw her head back and moaned in her lewdest voice as it all came bursting out.

"Ohhhhh!" Yachiru moaned, her tongue sticking out as white milk erupted from her nipples and splashing onto Ichigo's shirt, much to his bewilderment and arousal.

'Milk?!' Ichigo stared in awe as the child in an adult's body lactated at his fingertips. 'Captain Unohana, what kind of Gigai is this?!'

"Mmmmh! Ichi…" Yachiru groaned, more milk escaping her magnificent jugs. "This feels so good!" She brought her hand, covered in breastmilk, and licked it, finding the taste of her milk delicious. "Wow! I taste really good!" she smiled before cupping her breasts again. "Ichi, try my milk!"

Too turned on to ignore such a generous offer, Ichigo slid down the oily girl's naked body and laid on top of her, his face in front of her breast. Wrapping his lips around her supple nipple, Ichigo squeezed her soft breast and tasted her hot milk as it filled his mouth. Though he'd never consciously tasted breastmilk before, unable to remember feeding from his mother as a baby, he found it to be quite sweet, unlike anything he'd tasted before.

"Ooooooh…" Yachiru moaned as Ichigo suckled her, running her hands through his hair. "Ichiiiiii…" she slurred, throwing her head back when Ichigo swapped to her neglected nipple, her pink areola dripping milk. She rubbed her legs together as a new heat began to build, this time in her loins. She giggled when Ichigo's wet tongue circled her nipple. "Teehee, you really like my milk, don't you, Ichi?"

Ichigo's only answer was to suck harder, the bulge in his pants becoming more and more in need of attention as he let his libido take the reins. "Mmmhh…" he moaning into her tit as he drank her delicious milk. Soon he pulled away from her lactating boob, his stomach now full of tasty milk. He sat up and wiped his mouth clean with his sleeve. He blinked when the oil-covered Yachiru sat up and reached for his shirt. "Yachiru? What are you-"

"Teehee! What's the matter, Ichi?" The sexy pinkette teased before tugging Ichigo's shirt over his head. "Don't you want to feel good too? And you're sweating," she noted innocently. Once Ichigo's bare chest was on display, Yachiru couldn't but lick her lips. Ichigo could blink she'd wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly, her soft, leaking tits pushing into his chest. When Ichigo's arm instinctively wrapped around her she pressed her lips to Ichigo's. "Mmmh…" Yachiru moaned as she gave Ichigo her first kiss. Losing herself to her newfound lust for Ichigo, she ran her slim hands across his back, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Never had Ichigo ever thought of Yachiru as sexy but in her new, grown-up form he couldn't get enough of her. He pulled Yachiru into his lap and once again sucked on her breasts, drinking her sweet milk.

"Oh Ichi…" Yachiru groaned, her head tilting back before she felt the bulge in Ichigo's pants touch her moist nether region. "Ichi, I want to taste your milk too…" she slurred.

Pulling away from Yachiru's boob, Ichigo looked up at the pinkette confused. "What?"

"Big Boobies told me that a guy's milk taste delicious," Yachiru explained.

'Rangiku, what the hell have you been teaching her?'

Yachiru unceremoniously pushed Ichigo down onto his back and reached for Ichigo's pants before yanking them off. Her ruby-red eyes widened when she saw Ichigo's magnificent clamhammer. "Wow, Ichi! Your thingy is really big!" She tossed Ichigo's pants to the side and grabbed Ichigo's shaft with her soft hand. "It's so warm and thick."

As Ichigo watched, Yachiru started to stoke his cock. Her pacing was timid, the pinkette clearly intimidated by Ichigo's large size. "Ohhh…" he sighed, her hand as soft as velvet. Up and down went Yachiru's hand, working the boy good.

"Does that feel good, Ichi?" Yachiru asked, seeing the debauched look on his face. "Does your thingy feel good?"

"Yeah," Ichigo said, chuckling at Yachiru's innocence. "And it's not a thingy. Call it a cock."

Yachiru giggled. Just the sound of the word made her feel dirty. And she liked feeling dirty. "Your cock is so big and hard…" she said before noticing the dribble of pre-cum forming at the tip. "It looks so tasty. I want a taste…" she slurred lewdly, leaning down and sticking out her tongue. Ichigo moaned and Yachiru hummed at the same time when the girl's tongue met the head of Ichigo's meatrod. "Ahhh…" Yachiru hummed as she licked up Ichigo's pre-cum, the taste heavy on her tongue. "It tastes good."

All Ichigo could manage was more moans when Yachiru wrapped her lips around his head and started sucking him off, taking him into her mouth. The teen was blown away by Yachiru's blowjob, unable to believe that the girl was such a natural at sucking cock. "Ah! Yachiru!" Ichigo panted while the girl's head bobbed up and down.

"Gkkkk!" Yachiru choked, shoving Ichigo's huge girth into her mouth. Her hands gripped Ichigo's strong thighs wheile she took him in and out of her wet orifice. During certain "Birds and Bees" lessons that Rangiku gave her, Yachiru had learned to suppress her gag reflex by practicing on bananas. Nanao had put a stop to the lessons once she found out what Rangiku was up to but the lessons stuck. Taking a break to get a breath of air, Yachiru dragged her tongue up Ichigo's tasty shaft, looking like a full-on slut. "Ichigo, your cock tastes soooo gooood…" she slurred lewdly before going back to sucking him off. Her eyes spotted Ichigo's balls and her curiosity got the better of her. Taking her mouth away from the manmeat covered in her saliva and started licking Ichigo's sac. "Mmmh…"

"Fuck…" Ichigo hissed, Yachiru's tongue feeling so good as she licked his balls. His sac swelled as the tension built up inside him. "I'm gonna cum…" he panted, reaching for his cock and stroking it.

Yachiru quickly took her tongue away from Ichigo's balls and returned her attention to Ichigo's tip. Her hand joined Ichigo's in jerking him off while her mouth hovered over Ichigo's cock. "Come on, Ichi! I want to taste your milk!"

"Ah!" Ichigo threw his head back and let go of the tension inside him. "Ahhh!"

Yachiru wrapped her lips around Ichigo's cock as he came. Her mouth filled with Ichigo's hot cream. Unaware of how much spunk Ichigo could shoot out, her cheeks bulged like a squirrel's mouth full of nuts as he continued to release in her mouth. Swallowing the heavy load, Yachiru's eyes became hazy as Ichigo's taste lingered on her tongue. Over and over again she swallowed Ichigo's seed, her muffled moans growing.

Finally Ichigo's orgasm ended and she pulled away, a dribble of cum leaking from the side of her mouth. She licked up the line of spunk and smiled happily. "Ichi! Your milk tastes so good! Can I have more?" she asked, astounding Ichigo with her lewd innocence.

Sitting up, Ichigo kissed Yachiru's cheek and smiled. "I'll give you as much as you want," he told her before laying her down onto her back. Straddling her stomach again, Ichigo slid his manhood in between her milky breasts and started to titfuck her. "Ahhh…" he sighed, squeezed her tits and enjoying the prison of cleavage around his cock.

Yachiru licked her lips as Ichigo played with her tits. "Ohhhh…" Her tits burned as Ichigo slid his manhood in and out of her cleavage. "My boobies feel so good…" she slurred, rubbing her legs together.

"Ah! Ah!" Ichigo moaned as he fucked Yachiru's tits. Yachiru's breasts were so soft. Minute after minute ticked by as he got himself off with her breasts, enjoying the seductive expressions Yachiru's mature face was giving him. In addition, the oil he'd applied to her tits made them incredibly warm, making Ichigo feel that his cock was going to melt. Already sensitive from blowing his load earlier, Ichigo could feel himself get closer to the edge when Yachiru leaned down and started to lick his tip. "Yachiru!" he panted, sweat dripping down his back and onto her oily body. "You're gonna make me cum again!"

Opening her mouth wide, Yachiru viciously licked Ichigo's tip with her hot tongue. "Do it in my mouth again, Ichigo!" she begged. "I want to taste your milk again!"

Tilting his head back, Ichigo quickly came again, shooting his cum straight into Yachiru's waiting mouth. "Ahhh…" he sighed, squeezing Yachiru's tits hard, milk shooting out of her nipples and splashing onto his chest and hips. He continued shooting his spunk into Yachiru's mouth, feeding her his hot seed just how she wanted.

"Ahhhhh…" the now-slutty Yachiru moaned as she swallowed Ichigo's cum, enjoying his taste. "So tasty…" she said, her voice low before groaning as Ichigo resumed suckling her milky jugs. "Ohhhh…"

Ichigo couldn't take it anymore. All thought of repercussions went right out the window. He no longer cared who Yachiru acutally was or what happened if she told someone. He had to have her. He had to take her, right here and now.

Yachiru gasped as Ichigo flipped her over onto her stomach, lying down on top of her. Ichigo rubbed his erection against her pink folds. Yachiru was just as horny as Ichigo was at this point. Her pussy was as wet as the ocean, her juices soaking his tip as he rubbed it. Reaching underneath her, Ichigo cupped her creamy breasts and pushed into her.

"Oh!" Yachiru gasped, her eyes widening as she felt a man inside her for the first time. Despite her juices lubing Ichigo's cock, letting the boy slide into her, his thick size stretched her womanhood, making her groan as a wave of pain hit her from having her virginity taken so quickly. "Guhhh!" She clutched the sheets as Ichigo slid inch after inch into her until she felt completely full.

Continuing to lie on top of her, Ichigo pushed his cock until he was deep inside the girl's pussy. He felt no barrier to tear through and figured it was because of her new Gigai but cared less. His heavy weight pinned Yachiru to the bed as he lay on top of her while balls deep inside her. "Ohhh…" Ichigo moaned from how tight Yachiru was, her walls so nice around his shaft. He heard Yachiru's groans and knew Yachiru was in a little pain. He kissed her neck and gently massaged the sides of her breasts. "You feel good, Yachiru…" he whispered into her ear, trying to help her adjust to his huge size.

"You're so big…inside me…" Yachiru panted, the wind knocked out of her. When Ichigo shifted his hips, moving slightly inside her, the pinkette rolled her head back and moaned. "Ahhh…"

Ichigo slowly pulled out of Yachiru, the tip slipping out of her wet entrance. Another quick gasp came from Yachiru when he plunged back into her wet flower. Her walls squeezed Ichigo's manhood as he bottomed out inside her, the tip kissing her cervix.

"Oooh! Ohhhh!" Yachiru quickly became adjusted to his size, her Gigai adapting to the massive prick inside her, her groans of pain melting into moans of ecstasy. "You feel…so good…" she panted, Ichigo's long, slow thrusts making her head spin. She felt better than watching Kenpachi fight at the top of his game. Her bubble butt jiggled as Ichigo's hips smacked it, fucking her into the bed.

"Ohhh…" Ichigo couldn't help but enjoy how good Yachiru's pussy felt, her walls like warm velvet around his cock. He buried his face in her long, pink hair and moaned, his chest pressing into her back. "How does it feel?"

"It's great!" Yachiru cried out, tears of ecstasy stinging the edges of her eyes. Every time Ichigo pulled out of her she craved for him to push back into her. Ichigo's hands reached for hers, threading his fingers with hers. "I...I feel so good!" Her head slumped onto the pillow, a tension building inside her that was growing with every thrust into her.

Kissing her cheek, Ichigo quickened his pace. The bed shook from how hard he was pounding the pinkette. His and Yachiru's moans were in synch, moaning and gasping every time Ichigo entered her. Yachiru soon clenched her teeth as that tension in her belly threatened to unwind. She squeezed Ichigo's hand and curled her toes, her pussy tightening around Ichigo's clamhammer. "Ichiiiii…" she slurred, "I'm…I'm gonna burst!" Without any further warning, Yachiru became a shaking mess, her pussy wrapping around Ichigo's cock, refusing to let him go before she climaxed. Her red eyes rolled into the back of her head as she experienced pure bliss for the first time in her life.

Continuing to hold on to Yachiru tightly, Ichigo rolled over onto his side and took Yachiru with him, spooning her while she came. His breathing quickened from the tension in his loins, his balls tightening to signal his climax again. "Gonna cum!" he grunted, quickly pulling out of Yachiru.

When Ichigo left her side Yachiru fell back onto her back. Opening her eyes, she saw through her haze Ichigo's cock aimed right at her face. "Mmmh…" she moaned, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue again while reaching down to finger herself. She stuck out her tongue and licked Ichigo's tip, licking his lollipop while desperate to get the cream filling.

"Ahhh! Yachiru!" Ichigo grunted as that hot rush flowed through his cock once more, blowing his load into the awaiting girl's mouth. Yachiru wrapped her lips around him, eagerly devouring his treat as he released into her orifice. Ichigo ran his hand through her sweaty pink hair, leaning back while shooting rope after rope of sticky cum into her hungry mouth. Yachiru bobbed her head back and forth, addicted to Ichigo's taste by now. Ichigo tilted his head back, feeling quite satisfied.

And then he noticed that Yachiru was still sucking him off long after he'd finished cumming. "Yachiru? Why are you still-"

"Ahhh…" Yachiru lewdly moaned, looking up at Ichigo while licking Icihgo's tip. "Ichi! I want to taste more of your milk!" She pushed Ichigo down onto his back and wrapped her tits around Ichigo's cock. "I want more your yummy milk!"

Ichigo began to sweat. 'Oh dear…her stamina might be as big as Kenpachi's…'

Three hours later…

The masseur and his charge were on the floor, their debauchery having gotten hardcore as they rolled off the bed. As Ichigo suspected (and feared), Yachiru had almost as limitless stamina as him. To top it off, Yachiru seemed to be addicted to Ichigo's cum. Every time Ichigo came he'd shoot his load into Yachiru's hungry mouth. It was not lost on Ichigo that Yachiru, who was really a child, was the only woman he'd met to match him sexually.

"MMMMMH!" Yachiru moaned incoherently, her mouth wrapped around Ichigo's cock while he skullfucked her, intending to suck Ichigo's balls dry. Ichigo stood while Yachiru knelt down in front of him, thrusting his cock deep down her throat. The lewd pinkette rubbed her wet pussy while Ichigo used her mouth as his own pocket-pussy. "Gkkkk! Clckkkk!" she gagged.

"Ughhhh!" Ichigo groaned, cumming one more time into Yachirui's mouth. His body was covered in sweat, his chest stained with breastmilk. His cock, finally going flaccid, slipped out of Yachiru's mouth. His legs wobbling, Ichigo sat down on the bed, fighting for breath. "I'm…done!" he announced, his balls feeling completely empty at this point.

Yachiru fell back on the floor, a writhing mess of pleasure. She rubbed her belly full of cum and smiled lewdly, closing her eyes. "My tummy's so full…" she slurred. After a few moments of silence, Ichigo looked down to see that Yachiru had fallen asleep, her stamina running out too.

Wiping his sweaty brow, Ichigo picked up the girl and laid her in bed, tucking her in. Sitting back down, he panted as he finally cooled down. "Man, what am I supposed to tell everyone when she blabs to them?" he pondered pointlessly.

"Oh, I can think of a few things," said the black cat on his table.

Turning around, Ichigo looked in horror at the cat that was sitting comfortably on the wooden table, her tail swishing around merrily from watching. "YORUICHI!" he gasped, quickly reaching for his pants. "I…uh…" he looked back at the sleeping Yachiru and sighed. "It's exactly what it looks like…" he confessed.

A third voice made itself known. "Yes, we figured that much when nobody saw any sign of you two since we left." The image of the wall next to Yoruichi shifted and Captain Unohana revealed herself, having hid behind an invisibility spell.

"Captain Unohana! You're here too!" Ichigo gasped, now moving faster to get his pants back on.

Yoruichi waved her paw dismissively. "Aww relax, Ichigo, we've both seen you with your pants off. We've been watching for about an hour."

"Then why didn't you say something?!" Ichigo demanded.

Unohana couldn't help but smile a bit deviously. "And ruin your fun? Why'd we want that? Besides, this is mainly my fault so I figured you should enjoy yourself."

"Your fault?"

"Yes, you see when I created Yachiru's Gigai, I hadn't taken into account the size difference between her real self and the adult Gigai. As a result, she suffered abnormal side effects, such as her lactation."

"And why she was so horny," Yoruichi further elaborated. "The sudden shift to adulthood caused her puberty to hit her hard with a rush of hormones. We both realized after we left that maybe leaving her in the hands of a teen boy wasn't the smartest move."

"So don't worry," Unohana told him, giving him a reassuring smile. "You're not entirely at fault here for giving into temptation. And we'll make sure that Yachiru keeps quiet. We wouldn't want Captain Zaraki to find out about this, now would we?"

"No. No we don't…" Ichigo deadpanned.

While the cat grabbed Yachiru's skimpy bikini with her teeth, Unohana picked up Yachiru out of the bed. "Don't worry, we'll see Yachiru back to her room," Yoruichi told him, handing Unohana Yachiru's bikini. "You should get some rest, Ichigo."

"I know," Ichigo said, knowing he was in dire need of a shower. "I have to do massages tomorrow and-"

"Oh, not for that," Unohana said. "When Lady Yoruichi and I are finished with Yachiru," her eyes gleamed devilishly, "we'll be back to give you your reward for watching over her. I did promise you another massage, didn't I?"

Unohana vanished with another spell, the door opening up as the invisible duo left with their friend. Ichigo fell back on his bed and sighed. He thought he was tapped out already.

But it looked like his day had only begun.

One week later…
Ikumi's Office

"Welcome back," Ikumi greeted as her employee walked into her office. "So how was your new summer job?" she asked smiling. "Aibara gave me quite the recommendation about you."

"It was fine," Ichigo said while quickly sitting down. His hips still hurt from the gauntlet that Yoruichi and Unohana put him through. "I hope you don't make this a habit. Especially since you got most of my pay."

"Hey, you got to live the highlife at a five-star hotel and spa while giving rich chicks massages. I think that's a fair trade."

"Well either way, I'm glad I won't be doing that again," Ichigo said. While he did get used to being a masseur, he didn't want a repeat of the SWA's trip there. Especially since he'd been waiting all week for Kenpachi to come thundering through the wall to kill him. However, it seemed that Yoruichi and Unohana were able to keep the pinkette silent. "You owe me some time off for this," he said matter-of-factly.

Ikumi raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Because I've a whole list of jobs here that you and I are going to be doing this week."

"What? No! I just got back and-" He stopped when he saw Ikumi's smile widen. "What?"

"Oh you'll work, Ichigo. Because in addition to your recommendation, Aibara gave me something else as well." She pulled out her laptop and flipped it open before showing Ichigo a CD in her hand. "Want to guess what this is?"

Ichigo gulped. He didn't like where this was going…

Ikumi put the CD and clicked on one of several video files before she spun the laptop around to face Ichigo. Then she hit play.

The blood in Ichigo's veins turned to ice when a surveillance video from his massage room popped up on the screen…and showed him a recording of him fucking Yoruichi. "I…"

"Oh but wait, there's more!"

Ikumi hit a button and the next video played, showing Ichigo fucking Soi-Fon. Ichigo was shown multiple videos of his exploits, one after the other. Fucking Rukia in his massage room, Isane in the women's showers, Rangiku in the pool and Kukaku in the sauna. "I…I…" Ichigo choked, not knowing what to say.

"I was a little surprised they had cameras in the sauna and showers but she told me that that they were from her personal surveillance room."

"But…why didn't she say anything?" Ichigo asked. At no point during Ichigo's time there did Aibara give him any hint that she was on to him.

"For three reasons. One, these were your friends and not regular customers so she was willing to let it slide. Two, you were there because she was in need of people so firing you would've left her shorthanded. And three, I'm pretty sure she's got her own fetish…"

Previously…
Aibara's Private Monitoring Room

"Ohhhhh! Right there, Ichigo! Right there!"

Aibara sat back in her chair and watched as her new employee fucked the dark-skinned woman. Her pants sat around her ankles and her shirt was opened, exposing her breasts. She cupped her tit with one hand while plunging three fingers into her pussy while watching the two fuck, indulging in her voyeurism fetish.

"Mmmmh, yeah…" the platinum blonde slurred, rubbing her clit. "Fuck her, you stud…"

Back to the present

"But enough about Aibara's secret. Let's talk about yours…" Ikumi grinned, closing the laptop. "I'll expect you here bright and early in the morning. And to be time from now on for your job. Because if you start shirking your job again…" she patted the laptop. "I'll upload these to the internet for all your friends to see."

Ichigo's jaw hung low at Ikumi's blatant extortion. "Ikumi! That's blackmail!"

"I call it an incentive to keep you in line. Now then, be here bright and early tomorrow morning," she told him. Before Ichigo left, his head hanging in shame, she had one more thing to tell him. "Oh? And Ichigo?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll be sure to hire you back to Aibara next summer."

The End