Incredible ChangesChapter 139: No Rest For David free porn video

When I got home from my first day of work there was no point in taking a shower. Annie and Crystal were waiting for me. They said that we were going to Annie’s Dojo to work out for a few hours. If I worked my ass off then maybe they would let me take them to a new Japanese Sushi Buffet that opened nearby. My treat. They told me it was open until ten.

“David, I spoke to the owner. He told me that their sushi chef has been bragging a bit too loudly about being able to handle hundreds of customers at once. He said that if you would do him the honor of testing his sushi chef that he would comp our meals,” Annie told me. “I want to see the chef put up or shut up. I have seen you eat sushi.”

They do karate lessons on Sundays?

As I now owned two cars, I was the designated driver. As much as I wanted to take the Lotus, the girls agreed with my parents that my work car was a much better choice for keeping a low profile. People really didn’t need to know I have my license now.

When we got to the dojo I found that there were no lessons today. Instead it was just open mat time for anyone that wanted to practice with the junior instructors to aid in making sure their form was right and the moves flowed properly. Both girls took turns running me through what I needed to know to go up for my next belt.

Watch it David! You weren’t focusing on keeping yourself in check and almost showed that you knew a lot more than you should at this level.

When I was working with Annie and Crystal I was pretty sure at least Crystal knew I was a lot better than I showed. I had to really work hard to not only hold back, but also to make random mistakes that cause the instructors to make me go through my entire kata all over again. I didn’t mind as it was really helping me learn to focus properly on holding back while I worked out. Whatever the “man in the machine” had done to me made it so that it only took me a dozen or so repetitions of a block or move for me to feel I had created the muscle memory to match what was burned into my brain.

Once Crystal and Annie said I was warmed up I had to go be reviewed by the junior instructors. The first one had me run through the entire set of moves four times for this belt before sending me to the next instructor. He had me go through the same moves only very slowly three times as he checked my form. The final junior instructor decided I had to pass his testing to.

No big deal, right? Wrong!

Instead of just going through the forms, he decided that we were going to spar so he could test how well I could use them. No pads, no head gear. He delighted in acting like he was one of the karate masters from the movies.

Bruce Lee he is not. Way too slow. If I didn’t hold back and worked to get the muscle memory could I even be as fast as they say Bruce Lee was before he died?

This instructor was one of those arrogant dicks that would whack someone on the back of the head, trip them up or do any other sort of thing that looked effortless for them. Annie rolled her eyes as she held Crystal back. Finally, it was just the four of us left in the dojo as the older true master came in. The same one who had realized I knew a lot more than I should for a kid only doing martial arts for a couple months.

“David,” he said softly. “A moment of quick instruction I wish to give.”

When we got into one of the smaller one-on-one sparring rooms, where people work out issues with each other in full pads, he told me that the junior instructor was an arrogant ass.

Newsflash.

He too was quite sure that Crystal knew I was holding back and expected Annie suspected as much. With no one else to see I should demonstrate only that which I should know and stop purposely making mistakes. If I chose to slip something no one would notice, then it would likewise be beneficial to the lesson he sought to teach to the junior instructor.

Wonder how humble pie would go with Sushi? Probably best not to invite him after I kick his ass.

Back out on the main area I squared off with the junior instructor again. This time I used the moves I should know at my level to defend against and attack, I just wasn’t holding myself back from doing them as if I was having my form evaluated. Since he was being an ass, instead of trying to help me master the skill for this belt, I starting mixing in various techniques I was learning at Crystal’s dojo as well. As we sparred I felt myself slip into an odd place I hadn’t ever felt before.

Is this what people mean when they say they are in the zone? I’m definitely somewhere different in my mind.

It’s hard to even start to describe. Once it seemed I went through the moves in my head, which I was expected to know at my level in both dojos, I didn’t have to think about the form or how to do them anymore. Not having to hold back or make mistakes on purpose seemed to free me. I was moving without thinking about it anymore. He would do an attack, I would block. Sometimes I would block and then counter. Others times I would dodge and attack. I soon felt that I was now faster than him. I wasn’t being a dick about it until he started using second and third degree black belt moves on me. Being in whatever zone I was in still had me feeling like he was moving in slow motion. I just kept blocking and then deciding if I was going to counter or not. When I saw him change to doing a move specifically used to break bones, tear tendons and do major muscle damage, the “gloves” came off. I retaliated in kind. My mind seemed to understand all the attacks and moves I could do, at my expected level of skill, as soon as I went on the offensive. It seemed like we had been at it for hours, but the clock showed I had been back sparring with him for only twenty minutes so far. Whenever he purposely tried to hurt me I would put him on his ass. I had already been taught moves at Crystal’s dojo that would really hurt the guy, but I didn’t use those. I’m not going down to his level. It wasn’t cool.

Yeah like him jumping up off the mat to come at you in anger is cool. Go ahead and stop this.

I didn’t hold back on whatever moves that had been put in my head anymore. I countered every attack with a hit or kick where it would cause bruising and a lot of soreness, but I held back from breaking bones or tearing muscles. As slow as he appeared to be moving I easily saw he was starting a move designed to kill an enemy by crushing their windpipe and then breaking their back. With what he was trying focusing on moves using only his hands I had no problem dropping down to sweep his legs so he twisted with his back to me. I used the momentum from the leg sweep to palm punch him in the shoulder with enough force to push him back to almost standing. While he was still off balance I rolled past him, turned to face him, ran towards him, grabbed his shirt, and slammed him to the mat. Not even realizing it, I found my arm already pulled back to do a move I watched demonstrated at Crystal’s Dojo. I was looking at the girls as I continued my momentum to slam my hand down with enough force to force his breastbone into his spine, breaking his ribs in the process.

“David! No! You can’t! STOP!” Annie yelled as the old master kept them both from being able to stop me.

I slammed my fist into the mat next to his head as I looked through my goggles at him.

He got up swinging and I put him on his ass again, hard. I had my legs locked around his to block them from moving and used pressure points on his arms to immobilize him completely.

This time I leaned down next his ear, so only he could hear me, and said, “You need to chill the fuck out or you are going to end up hurt. Only respect for the grand master is all that is keeping Annie and Crystal showing you what you still don’t know. They won’t hold back. I am.”

How can he be this thick headed?

I got up and waited for him to stand, and then I bowed to him. Instead of bowing back he snapped a kick at my head. Faster than he knew it, I had hit him in a dozen places that had him sitting back, but unable to move. He was breathing fine, but I could see the realization that he wasn’t going anywhere until I let him. Instead I bowed again and turned to the master.

Those aren’t moves taught at either dojo, but they were fitting for the situation. I wasn’t sure the master even knew what I had done.

The master bowed to me and I bowed back.

“You demonstrated skill well, student. Teach my pupil to focus I must,” he said dismissing us.

We grabbed our bags without even changing. As we passed by the front window we saw the blinds to the training area had been closed. Annie grabbed my hand to hurry me out the door.

Once in the car Annie said, “I don’t even want to know where you learned how to paralyze him like that, but the master seemed extremely impressed. He was pissed at the junior instructor. What he did to you was way over the line and uncalled for. The blinds here only get closed when someone really screws up and is getting taught a lesson. I remember each time it happened to me. We don’t want to hang around.”

“I’m starved now anyway,” Crystal said. “We don’t have time to change if we want to go eat at the sushi restaurant.”

I was given directions to the new Japanese buffet. It was off the beaten path. When we got in the owner saw the girls and took us right to a table near where the sushi chef was making lots of Nigiri and Maki.

Well I have to give it to him. he is really fast as he slices the fish to go on the Nigiri and puts the odd sized pieces into the Maki. Seems he didn’t get why I bowed to him when he looked up at me.

I went up to where one of the people behind the buffet line had put out a replacement of Salmon and Tuna sashimi. I took half off each platter and then loaded up on octopus, yellow-tail, mackerel, and various other Maki. I saw him look over at me before shaking his head in disgust like I was someone who was going to waste it. Instead I polished it off in about ten minutes.

It is about as hard to eat this slowly as it is to hold back during the martial arts classes.

I loaded up again and this time I made sure he saw me taking another loaded plate back to the table not far from him. By the fourth trip I noticed that there were only three other tables with people still eating at them. On my fifth time up, I started to notice there were spots on the buffet where a filler had been put into place instead of being replenished. In no time I had cleaned out what was left on the buffet so I sat down at the sushi bar counter.

“Hi. My name is David. An itamae-san I met on our school trip to Washington D.C. said he was honored to meet me. Somehow, I was known to him and that is a long way from here. So, what do you have left? I really worked up an appetite at the Dojo after a long day at work. I’m still starving and there isn’t anything left on the buffet now to go to waste,” I told him as he just stared at me. “Oh, do you happen to have any real wasabi root you can grind freshly for me or do you only have more of the powdered horseradish they dye green? I would like for my friends to taste the difference if you have it.”

He tried to hide it, but I saw his reaction as the realization that the skinny kid in front of him was that David when I asked for real ground Wasabi root. I already knew most of the non-Japanese, well, probably all non-Asian, people born in the US who ate sushi regularly had no idea that what they called Wasabi really wasn’t. Real wasabi root was scarce so horseradish mixed with mustard is substituted instead. I enjoyed watching the sushi chef starting to sweat a bit as he worked like a madman to make me Maki, Nigiri, and even some Sashimi. I let the girls get what they wanted from what he had served me. I ate what was left. Even with them only taking a few pieces each, I was eating it faster than he could make it. Finally, around eleven he threw in the towel. I had eaten up all the fresh fish he had in until his delivery tomorrow. I was still hungry though, so I chowed down on a family sized bowl of hibachi chicken, shrimp, steak, scallops and salmon that the owner had prepared to go with the equally larger bowl of hibachi fried rice.

The owner put an arm around the sushi chef to say, “David is one of those kids I would never want to face off in an eating contest involving sushi. Where it goes I have no clue, but I can say that it seems he has slowed down a good bit in his old age of fifteen. If you haven’t already heard the story, he got his reputation from a local sushi restaurant giving him two adult sized boats of sushi as his birthday all-you-can-eat sushi dinner. They told him that was all he could eat for his free birthday dinner. He would have to wait until his next birthday to do this again. Now you see, this particular restaurant had heavily advertised on TV, radio and in the paper about their all you can eat sushi dinner for children under twelve if they came there on their birthday. When he was invited back they had multiple sushi chefs and triple their normal sushi grade fish ordered in just for him. He still cleaned them out and mentioned that he was still hungry. I was told he wasn’t even four feet tall or weighted around eighty pounds.”

“It is all my dad’s old company’s fault. He had no choice except to bring me to a sushi restaurant because of his work. I got the taste for it and have loved it ever since. I don’t ever seem to really get full when eating sushi,” I told them.

I noticed the sushi chef was very humbled and embarrassed at the same time.

I resisted the urge to say, “I’ll come on back if you ever want to try again...” I saw he learned not to shoot off his mouth even if he was impressively good.

While the girls had their backs to me I palmed the sushi chef a hundred dollars as a tip. I also handed twenty to the woman that had been getting us drinks. I knew the meal was going to be free. That still didn’t mean I shouldn’t tip them the same as if we had paid for our meal.

No need in causing any hard feelings between me and the sushi chef here. If a sushi chef in DC has already heard of me then I don’t want to be said to be a dick.

I said I could drop them off at either of their houses on the way. Instead both said they were sleeping over with me tonight. It was after midnight when we got home and past two when we finished playing around in the shower to go to sleep. I gave them both all they could handle until they said they were done for tonight. With my dick having had its own growth spurt, both were sore before too long. Annie even felt tighter to me than Crystal, but I may have been imagining.

When the alarm went off as six, I turned it off and was quiet as I got ready for work, grabbed some breakfast and headed out. They had been told about having to wear a swimsuit in the pool, not that they would even think about swimming naked anyway with their huge tits. My morning routine today was the same except I only stocked the swimsuit store first. The suits they had me getting out were between sizes six X and Twelve X. When I had gotten the boxes into the compactor I went to do the same at the underwear store.

And they don’t have many sizes over twenty X here.

The first two hours until lunch was boring. It wasn’t that there weren’t plenty of women and girls. No one really needed help other than getting measurements. After lunch I was told where to get the cleaning supplies. First, I cleaned the bathroom and was then sent to start sanitizing the benches in the changing room. After they made sure I could do the measurements properly, both women doing measurements went to lunch together. Normally they went at different times to keep one here to do measurements. No one came over to me though. Finally, I overheard two girls asking the girls doing the liners when there would be someone to help measure their chests for the right size bra. When the liner girl pointed to me, the two girls went back to their bench.

“You know they wouldn’t have given me a tape if I couldn’t do the job right,” I told them. “I can even guide you through measuring each other if you prefer.”

One said, “But you are a boy and would see our bare chests.”

“Well I appreciate your concerns about my welfare, but I think I will live if I saw two more pairs of bare breasts here today. If you are really worried about me seeing your breasts you could just get completely naked so I have to see your butts and vulva too.” Then with a laugh I said, “Seriously, look around. There are naked girls and women everywhere. I’m going to see them when the ladies who do measurements come back. If I happen to miss them measuring you I will still see everything when you are trying on underwear. There is an added benefit for you. I’m a boy so I can tell you what will look the hottest on you. You realize that they didn’t hire me to feel you up. I would prefer not to, anyway, because I found it is easier to get the best measurements when the girl holds the tape over their nipples. They always squirm a lot, for some odd reason, when I do it.”

Before they could decide there was a woman with nasty, sagging breasts waiting for a measurement. I hadn’t paid attention to how the tape women did it, but I had the woman hold her breasts up with her hands before I measured under them. Then hold her breasts tightly to her chest as she kept tape over her nipples. I made sure I pulled it tight off to the side. She looked at me funny when I gave her the results, so I did it again to be sure. She still said I had to be wrong. Frustrated at being questioned I went out to get a plain-Jane white bra exactly matching her measurements. The bra wouldn’t get even any extremely horny teenaged male turned on, but it held her boobs up tight like I was pretty sure bras were supposed to do. She still looked at me weird as she went to look at her old bra.

She went to another old saggy tit woman and told her, “Can you believe it? I would never have guessed some peach fuzz faced boy to know what he is doing, but this one does. Got me a good fit on the first try. Not since I needed a bra for support have I ever found a three-dollar bra that fit me perfectly like the one he brought me to try on.”

Glad I could help. I only did what the measuring tape ladies had made sure I could do properly.

It busy even after the tape women came back from lunch. The two girls that were being shy were still sitting there so I decided to push them a bit.

“Ok girls. Arms up. Time to get this over with already,” I told them as a woman with them looked on with amusement.

When the girls sat there looking at me I pulled the shirt and undershirt up over the head of the one closest to me. I had her measurements done before she even managed to get her arms free of her clothes. The other one gave me a big smile as she let me pull her shirt off before she pushed out her chest at me. I smiled at her as I put my hand in the middle of her back and one on her breast bone to straighten her back up for me to measure her too.

Sorry kiddo, my hands haven’t gotten big enough yet to touch the sides of your breasts when I had my hand on your breastbone.

They were still sitting there topless when I had them stand. I soon had their shorts and panties down to where I just saw their mons pubis starting to show right where girls had their little T-shaped dimple. I quickly had their waist and hip measurement too. As I went go get them some underwear they stood there looking stunned while trying to step finish taking off their shorts without seeming to know even why.

In the store I dug through bins that had the same designs of bras and panties, but there were no matching bra and panty sets for them like there were for teenagers and women. Seeing as how the girls looked around Chrissy’s age, I went around getting bras with little bows on them and matching panties. They were in no way sexy, but a lot more grown up than the standard discount store fare for little girls who would still be fine wearing little girl undershirts for a few more years. Everything I picked out were cute without being plain white. I even made sure the bras were lightly padded without making it obvious.

Back in the changing room the two girls were there in panties still. I went to the nearest one, asked her to stand, and then stripped her panties off as she blushed. Just as expected, she hadn’t yet sprouted a single hair.

She doesn’t even show that she even has the hair follicles formed yet to get the long ones on the sides of her lightly closed bald beaver.

I slid a pair of blue panties on her and then slipped the bra on backwards. She gave me a look like I had no clue as she watched me fasten the clip in the front before I spun it around to get her arms in the straps. She took it off and grabbed a different one, struggling with trying to do the hook with it in the back.

“Ok, do it the hard way,” I told her as I moved over to strip the panties off the other girl. “I showed you the easy way.”

The other girl got a yellow, pink, and pale green striped pattern for her bra and panties. With the grin she was giving me, after I checked the bra to be sure it didn’t gap when she leaned forward; I continued to play dress up with her as the first girl was stilling fighting to get the one bra clip done with her arms behind her. She was still at it after I went to get a different style of panties for the girl I was helping because the ones I had kept slipping between her skinny little butt cheeks. The other girl finally managed to get one bra clip to catch, sort of. She only had one hook done and it was on the wrong spot.

I went to her again, pulled her arms out of the straps, turned it around, and said, “Until you are too big on top for this trick to work, just go with it. Why get your arms twisted in knots trying to get it on some crazy way? Let boys struggle with figuring out how to work it from the back. Oh, that style of bra and cut of panties don’t work for you either. Take them off while I get you something different.”

Not that I let her even really start to do it herself. I had her stripped and was taking them to the liner girls before she realized she was standing there naked. After I spoke quickly with my boss she pointed me to a different set of bins that she said were for girls with little boy hips, nearly flat mons and straight butts. The bras really wouldn’t matter since the two girls were both flat as a board right now. Girls don’t buy bras to grow into them. When they needed bigger ones, they had to go buy them. I really didn’t see any difference in the panties when I compared the ones she showed me to the ones I had picked out earlier. She pulled me over to mannequins where she had me put a different styles of panties on each one. The one she told me to use made sense once I could see they pulled tight over the butt and crotch while the ones I had first picked still had a lot of room in the butt. I found a bunch of different patterns in their sizes that I took back in.

The one girl was still naked so I started with her first. I made her squat, stretch and squirm around a lot before I ran my hands over her butt to see if they were too tight. There was only a tiny bit of give in them now.

She can have it her way if she doesn’t want to have a boy playing dress up with her. The other girl is really into it so I will just help her.

I loved hearing the second girl giggle whenever she would push her mound or chest at my face. Once she pushed her crotch out too far. I found her tightly closed mound pushed down against my nose. I got her back by sticking my tongue in her belly button, which set her off in a fit of giggles. The woman with them was smiling when she pulled me off to the side after telling the girls to try on the other panties too and then get dressed.

“You are amazing David,” she said as she gave me a quick hug. “The first big boy to see them naked actually stripped them in front of a room full of women and girls. You didn’t even let them get away with trying to get you to touch them. I’m so going to tease the heck out of my daughter about being naked with her little clit right at a boy’s mouth and ending up getting her belly button licked instead. I don’t know where you found those panties. I came here because all I could find either fall off or were so tight they rub them raw.”

I refused to take the credit on the panties as I told her mom my boss showed me the difference between the ones I had found versus the ones she pointed me at to go get instead. I explained what my boss had told me. Most of the panties in their size assumed they had some baby fat on their hips and butt. We were interrupted by the girl’s asking if she could go hurry up to pay so they could change into comfortable panties now. They didn’t want to wear the bras until they were washed to soften them up.

I whispered to the woman to wait a minute and went over to where I had seen some colorful girl’s undershirts that said they were made with Spandex. I told the boss to put them on their bill. The boss gave me a rare smile as she handed me a pair of fancy panties in their style and size. Both sets were black lace with what looked like some sort of shiny string making a design. They were as good as the sexy ones at the famous underwear stores in the mall, but didn’t show anything because they had a full flesh colored panty inside. Before the girls knew it, I had them naked again. I took my time sliding their sexy panties on before pulling brightly colored spandex undershirts over their heads. As I had guessed the undershirts fit them like a glove.

“Now you have comfy panties and undershirts. That will be all you are going to need for the next year to two. Those tops are two sizes larger than what you wear now. The woman at the front will show you where to get more in any colors you think you will need. Plus, they are super soft so you won’t have your nipples getting rubbed raw by the bras you picked out when your breasts start to develop. What the two you have on now won’t even let anyone know you are getting boobs until you are ready to move into an A-cup instead of a training bra,” I told them both as I helped them get dressed again.

The woman with them gave me another hug. Her daughter gave me a hug and then kiss on the cheek. The other girl was still there looking like a deer in the headlights.

I would love to say that my helping them out lead to playing dress up with women and older teens with hot bodies, nice firm tits and well-trimmed pussy hair. With one exception, I ended up spending the rest of my day with little girls between nine and twelve that were getting their first training bras. I usually ended up trying to find panties that didn’t gape open weren’t tight where they should be loose or didn’t cause them to have to pick them out of their cracks all the time.

This sucks! I love their smiles and hugs, but the girls don’t get that I have no interest in their flat, or mostly flat, chests and hairless undeveloped mounds.

Now the one exception had great tits and a very wet pussy. The downside was her huge bubble butt. I tried a bunch of options, but the ones that would cover her massive butt left holes big enough to slide my dick into her without the need to move them out of the way first. Finally, I had to go ask my boss for help. She took one look at the woman’s bubble butt and told her that we didn’t have anything which would fit her shape properly. For a king’s ransom she could get two dozen pairs of underwear custom made and shipped in. The woman thanked us. She was going back to getting her panties from a fat girl underwear store for far less than the custom ones the owner could get made for her.

Not even a thong would work for her. Maybe a loin cloth might work.

When I was about to walk out for the day the boss came to me to say, “Word get out about boy who know how to find bra that fit right on saggy old women boobs. Mom’s talk too. You soon have many little girl live dolls to play dress up. Wednesday be better day for girls that turn boy on. If girl buy thirty dollars or more we give bus fair to go back where she come here from.”

At these prices they would have to buy a lot of underwear to spend thirty bucks. I hope she is right though. Little girls talk too. I don’t think I can stand one more trying to get me to touch her how she really seems to want a boy to touch her, even if it wouldn’t even get her wet.

The week soon got into a somewhat normal routine. I would get to work by eight, prep and sweep both stores and then alternate between the two. Monday and Wednesday, I was at the underwear store. Sunday and Tuesday, I was at the bathing suit store. If they didn’t plan to get in a big shipment I would get Thursday and Friday off. Saturday, I had to be there before eight and stay there until ten at night, alternating between stores as needed.

They even had me give them my cell phone number so they could “page” me when I was needed. Thank you Google Voice!

Sunday through Wednesday I went to one of the dojos straight from work. On Thursday and Friday, I was at Annie’s Dojo from nine until noon. Had a small lunch and then went to Crystals from one until four. Some days they just had me working with weights and doing full speed hits on the sparring dummy. Other days had me sparring non-stop until the Sensei or senior instructor told me to stop. I still had to attend the normal classes for my next advancement at each Dojo, if I was off from work in time.