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The infiltration of Sae Niijima’s Palace. It was a day that was do or die for the Phantom Thieves… they had to succeed because there was no choice to fail. If they wanted to keep doing what they do to purge society of evil, they needed to emerge victorious. There was a bit of a bump in the road for now, though…
An area they needed to desperately access was off-limits for now, and they hadn’t an idea on how to find the proper keycards for it. There was much deliberation and debate over it, but they had eventually figured out what needed to be done was squeeze the information out of the cognitive customers in the casino.
But no matter what they tried, they either wouldn’t bother speaking to the thieves or wouldn’t give up the information they needed. It was eventually noticed that they did converse with the bunny waitresses around the place a lot, but they weren’t too sure of how exactly to make use of that information.
After a time, the team would finally stumble upon an employee’s only area full of bunny waitress disguises! Morale was raised back up all the way when they saw that the obstacle could perhaps be overcome after all.
Of course, the boys all objected to wearing the costumes, and the girls reluctantly agreed to take one for the team.
Each girl stood with the outfits in their hands, the four examining the clothing with varied reactions. Ann was almost a little excited to try this on, Makoto was repulsed, Haru was a little shy and Futaba was a complete wreck. But it had to be done, right?
“You know… this isn’t really so bad. It’s just so sexy and pretty! I was honestly almost feeling a little jealous of those waitresses when I saw them prancing around.” Ann spoke with a smile, brushing her hands across all the accessories.
Typical bunnygirl outfit, really. The ears, the bowtie, the cuffs, the leotard, the fishnet and heels… what intrigued the girls the most was the visor that was meant to go along with it.
“We aren’t really like you, Ann. W-Wearing this kind of thing probably never crossed any of our minds before! But I guess we don’t really have a choice. If we must, then we must. Can’t say I’ll end up liking it, though..” Makoto had calmed down a considerable amount, forcing herself to accept the situation at hand the best she could. If anything, she’ll make through it a more capable person after facing this. Or.. something like that?
Futaba wasn’t having it at all, still, shielding her body while pacing around the room. “D-Damn the guys for making us do this! T-T-There’s NO WAY I could pull this off! What are they, crazy!? Joker could have been asked to be doing this instead of me, we all know how he likes to get all dolled up!”
“Futaba…” Haru smiled down at their navigator, hand placed on her shoulder in an attempt to help calm her nerves. “You’ll have us there with you the entire way, okay? Trust me, it’ll end up being fine! I-I’m very hesitant too, but I know we can all manage if we put the effort in as a team! The guys are counting on us!”
The other girls shared a determined nod, and Futaba fell into a little ball, hugging at her knees. Couldn’t really argue with them, now could she?
“Ugh, fiiiiine! But everybody l-look away as I change, alright!? No peeking!”
With that, everybody went to a separate corner of the room to get themselves changed. Stripping free of their phantom thief uniforms, and into the bunnysuit. The main outfit, the accessories, and finally the visor that covered up their eyes.
Ann immediately rushed to check herself out in a mirror after the disguise was finished setting up, but she stopped walking right after her very first step. Something felt… odd? She felt a little heavier. A little bigger, taller, and she wasn’t so sure if that was just the heels or not.
She took another step–
THWAP.
There was the gentle sound of fabric-covered flesh smacking together, and Ann glanced around to see if that was any of the other girls. Strangely? None seemed like they could have done that, and they were still in the process of dressing up.
Another step–
CLAP.
Another. CLAP. Another. THWOP. Another! PLOP.
The blonde just got used to the strange & erotic noises, gulping and preparing for the rest while she walked into the mirror’s view. The anxiety washing over her made her throat feel incredibly dry, her back tingling and her hairs standing on edge.
She surprised herself when there was no terrified shriek when she peered into the mirror, but instead a soft and pleasantly surprised gasp.
Did… did this outfit just ACTUALLY turn her into one of the shadow waitresses!? Her skin was now a pitch black, a striking feature that was funnily less important to her when compared to the other new changes. Changes she could certainly get used to…~
Ann Takamaki was already a fine young lady, but now? She had enough curves to be a… whatever was beyond a super model! Her bust, thighs, hips and ass grew to probably be twice the size they were before. Hands running across her form to ensure this was really happening, she got even giddier to confirm it was! Her tits? Turned into LAPSMOTHERING MILKJUGS that echoed out a THWOP-THWOP-THWOP when she lightly hopped to make ‘em bounce into each other! Her dark thighmeat DRIBBLED so much a light tap might make them quake for ages! Her hips? Oh, her HIPS! Child-bearing? More like village-populating! Her lips were even changed a little, too, fuller and taking on an almost bimbo-esque thickness.
Last and certainly not least was all that ASS , Ann turned around and tilted her head to watch her own shaking while she twerked her BUNNYBUNS in a circle.
‘... I-I wonder if I could somehow take this disguise out with me to the real world!? I’ve never felt so sexy before.. So HOT~ ’
“EEEEEEK!!!”
The perfect fantasy, regrettably, came to an end when the other girls seemed to have finally gone through the same transformation. Ann spun on her heel to face the others, taking in their again varied reactions– err… well, it wasn’t pretty varied at all. They were all just plain fucking shocked and flustered.
“Guess you girls saw what happened too, then? Looks like you didn’t need to worry about not being like me, anyway. We’ve all got Venus bodies when we put these suits on, anyway!”
Everyone turned red at that, rushing towards the mirror Ann was just using for a closer examination. Seems like everyone grew to be the same height, too, perhaps a little comically.
“What the HELL is all t-this!? Why am I so.. So– this isn’t me! I’m a cute little gremlin nerd, not walking fapbait like Ann usually is… wuhh- woaAAHH-” Futaba began stumbling around the room until she fell, all the added weight and the high heels making it rather difficult to traverse.
“D-Did everyone hear what Futaba just called me?” Ann pointed out with a flustered grin. “I guess I’m even more of that now, huh~?” And it was right back to striking poses before her reflection once more.
Makoto was halfway between being absolutely peeved and completely amazed. She detested being converted into walking eyecandy like this, but on the other hand, she pondered. Was – was there potential for this in the previous palaces!? Future ones, mayhaps?
Haru, well, was still quite embarrassed over it all. She fell silent, trying to cover her up with her arms a few times before dejectedly deciding it was an utterly pointless endeavor. Everyone else’s reactions didn’t really help put her at ease, either..!
Once everyone was as acclimated to their new appearances as they’d ever be, Makoto stepped up and cleared her throat.
“Okay, girls! I know some of us may not like having to do this so much, but we must keep carrying on so we can venture deeper into the palace and secure the treasure. We’re all ready, so let’s not fool around any more. We don’t have all the time in the world.” The younger Niijima took control of the situation, giving enough encouragement to Futaba & Haru for them to get up and follow her to their goal. As for Ann, it’s already established she’s perhaps a bit too eager for all of this.
Makoto gathered four trays and a few alcoholic beverages, replicating the trays the real waitresses always carried with them. “It would behoove us to pose and walk around just as they do. Right hand carrying the tray, our left hand balled into a fist against our hip. You all can manage that, right?”
“You really are so impressive, Makoto! Um, is this alright?” Haru grabbed herself a tray and did her best to mimic the pose, receiving praise from her friend before she walked over to correct her a little bit.
“That’s lovely, Haru. But raise your fist a little more, and.. There! Perfect. How about you, Ann?”
Like she even needed to ask. Ann was seemingly born to play this role as she held the pose like a natural, even better than Makoto did to show it off. She was smiling brightly as she spoke with a sing-song tone, “I’m totes happy to be serving all you wonderful cuties toniiiight! Call on me anytime if there’s anything you need! And if you want something even more special , be sure to stick an extra fat wad down these WANKJUGS for a private show~!”
“I... I, um. Wankjugs? That's – that's. That’s great, Ann. Okay, Futab-”
“WHOAAAAA–” With strangely perfect comedic timing, Futaba fell down right away. Her new giant NEET dumpie sticking up high in the air as she rubbed her head, laid right next to a busted apart tray and broken bottles of alcohol. “Owww… t-this is way too hard, Makoto. I don’t think I’m cut out for this! But I-I’ll get it eventually, I think. Maybe. Probably? I know a lot about serving customers, that Cabaret Club Minigame from Yakuza 0 taught me lots, mwehehehe..!”
Makoto facepalmed. “This is gonna be a long evening, isn’t it?”
After Makoto spent a few more minutes ensuring Futaba would at least go thirty seconds without utterly fucking up, the girls were off. Futaba and Ann went alone, while Makoto stuck with Haru so the spoiled rich girl would have someone to make sure she wasn’t completely clueless trying to work this service job.
Makoto did try to get Ann to stick with Futaba, but that blonde ran off right away to ‘wring those customers DRY~ of all their… information!’
The time came for the girls to get to work, walking around until a customer called them over and trying to get the proper info out of them during conversation.
Futaba forced herself to wear a proud smile, not fitting too well with her violent shivers and twitching eyes. All of this, being looked at in such a manner was so new to her. She saw and felt the way the customers looked her up, undressing her with their eyes. Man and woman alike, they clearly wanted one thing: to bend her over and FUCK HER SILLY.
Every wink and whistle made her legs buckle again, closer to toppling over embarrassingly. Futaba could get why Ann liked this so much! She was beautif– no, not just beautiful. She was a fucking sex icon like this! Walking, talking strokefuel made for being sexually dominated~!
… Okay, it wasn’t like Futaba was gonna act on that though. She was soooo nervous, and they… wait, what were they supposed to do? Uh… Oh. Oh! R-Right, right! Get information out of some people.
‘Alright, Futaba! Let’s get serious! Be ready for someone to call you over at anyti-’
SPANK, SWAT!
“gHUUurhhHHH~???” An unexpected ASSault was thrown her way, and Futaba stumbled a few feet away before finding her footing and glancing over at the customer who issued the lashing.
They didn’t speak, only whistling while throwing a wink to the ginger. Her juicy rear was still swaying from the impact, and she reached back to rub the temporarily reddened spot.
Fuck, she was leaking so much cuntslop that it was pathetic. She threw the cognitive customer a feeble frown. It was lucky for her she hadn’t managed to spill anything at all..! She feared she might not be able to the next time, especially if she gets hit even harder. Customers started calling her over, and she decided it was time to put all of her skills and research into use!
It went fine. Mostly… kind of? Not really. She’d tripped here and there, but she was thankful to have never spilled anything. The only spilling that happened was her tits spilling onto a customers bulging lap, or the rare but even more horrifying moment of slipping her ass right into one’s face. Most didn’t complain.
They’d always grope her though, feeling up her new, improved bitchy body that never failed to inspire awe in everyone. Futaba never got catcalled and treated like just a piece of meat in her life, and to go through all of it now was…
… It… it was –
INVIGORATING! She uh, still couldn’t really strut with confidence when her pussy was seeping so hard it formed a big trail behind her, but oh well! Futaba stepped her way through with an air of anxiety about her. She kept her eyes peeled, trying to look out for people who seemed important enough to have some info– oh.
Fuck.
Futaba facepalmed. She was supposed to ask around to figure out how to progress in the palace! Getting spanked around and flirted with made her forget all about it.
‘D’ohhh, critical failure. What am I supposed to even tell the girls? I bet they already got a boatload of intel on their hands!’ Futaba stood in place, fingers holding her chin. What should she do? Start twerking and say that whoever can give her valuable information and spank her..? That might not be so bad–
“Oi, waitress girl! You gonna stand there or tend to my table already!?” Futaba sprang up in shock when a lady called out to her, swinging her body around to face her. Tits and asscheeks smack together from the turn and, unfortunately for Futaba, it only riled her up more.
“S-S-So sorry, ma’am! Uhm, I’ll be there right away!” Futaba called out. She bounced on her heels while running, embarrassed to be caught spacing out, but also excited that an opportunity appeared right before her! She was gonna do this. She was gonna prove to herself she was capabl–
“WHOAAAAA!!!” It happened again…
Futaba fell forward with a whine, plates and glasses sprawled out across the floor in some of her. Most were broken beyond repair, and the ginger rubbed a spot on her head as she looked on in sadness.
“Aww…”
The sounds of thudding footsteps brought her attention back to the Lady she was meant to be servicing, who now stood above Futaba with a disapproving glower. Nervously, the younger girl snickered. “Soooo… t-that just happened! Ahem. A-Awkwaaard…” SPANK. “AIEEEEHHHH~!?!?!?!?”
“You..” SPANK. “Stupid…” SPANK. “MINX!” SHMACK!!!! “Honestly, where do they hire the new girls these days!? You could barely even make a single step without wobbling in those heels, you dumb bitch! Or… maybe you’re doing this on purpose, hmm!? Fucking floozy. If you were so desperate for dick, you were better off saying it instead of angering me!”
“HUH!? N-No. Noooo, no no no no, ahaha! I’m not some kind of slut, honest! I jus–” SPANK. “– NNNNFHHHOKAYMAYBEI’MALITTLEBITOFONE~ ” Another crack to the ass, and Futaba began to find that, huh, that felt pretty good. She has a spanking kink. Yeah. That’s a thing now, I guess.
Perhaps a bit worse, the lady brought her foot up and stepped onto one of Futaba’s oversized asscheeks. The heel dug and gently scraped along her hole, introducing her to another set of emotions she did not know could bubble up inside of her. Being domineered in public was an idea that shook Futaba to her very core before, but here she was reveling in it.
She whined with such messy moans, eyes quickly glancing around the room. It wasn’t the biggest surprise that nobody was really paying them much mind, and these weren’t real people in the first place, but the eroticism of this happening in a ‘public’ place was still there.
‘This.. hnnh! K-Kinda rocks !’
Futaba’s hips began moving, grinding back onto the shoe pressing into her almost instinctively. She felt her body’s neediness grow, and she listened, trying to get some more pleasure out of it.
“Oh?” The Lady smirked as she took notice, pressing her foot down a little harder as she caught Futaba’s eye. “Just look at yourself. Don’t you have any shame, girl? Hah, well of course you don’t, to even be working here! Stay down, right there. Mommy’s going to have a lot of fun with you.”
No way all of this was real. Futaba grew a lopsided grin, one of her eyes twitching rapidly. She was about to get fucked. Her virgin pussy was going to get pulverized so hard beyond belief that she’d become a complete sex-addict that only knew how to shake her hips hard enough to attract an overwhelming slew of mates.
Her heart rate spiked tenfold when she noticed just how much dick the woman was packing, tugging it out of her dress with an intimidating bounce. It was a monster, through and through. She’d almost compare it to the shadows they’d all fought…
The Lady closed the distance between them, squatting down and tearing away at Futaba’s fishnet to reveal her slimegreased cunt, prepared for the absolute deepest of plunges. Futaba’s fight-or-flight activated as the head kissed against her folds, but her body refused to make a move. She held her ground, for better or worse.
‘I C-CAN’T BELIEVE THISSS…!?!? NUH.. N-NOOO WAYYY.. BUT I CAN’T E-EVEN MOVE A MUSCLE, WHAT’S WRONG WITH M-ME, IT’S LIKE THE BATTERIES IN ME DIED! I’M.. I-I’M GONNA LOSE MY VIRGINITY TO THIS LADY..~?!’
The Lady held Futaba’s hips. She gently pressed forward once again, almost like she was giving Futaba one final chance to back out… but she didn’t take it.
SLAM! as the Lady thrusted forward, bottoming out with one powerful cuntpunch. Everything happened in an instant for Futaba. One minute she was trying to get acclimated to her situation, and the next, she was getting thoroughly smashed by something she only saw in her eroge games. An uberthick ‘n tall JOYSTICK that’s gotta be like, the APEX PUMPER! … No? Eh, she’ll workshop that one.
Futaba tried to clutch at the carpet, but eventually balled her hands into fists and gently banged against the ground. Her body was on fire . Even though the little goongremlin spent many times pounding herself with a wide variety of toys, none of them were even close to such levels of girth and meatiness.
She was sweating so much, screaming so much, writhing so much and oh gods could her body make such disgustingly wet noises when rammed into.
SCHLAP-SCHLUP-CLOP-PLAP-PLUP-THWUP-THWUAP-THWOAP~💖💞💕
Futaba couldn’t even comprehend her own screams. A messy stream of fuckbabbling thot-screams, so loud that she felt the others had to hear her wherever they were. She dreaded it. But... she also loved it.
“wwoOOAUhhahhH YEAHHH.. HUNNGGHHH.!! i-i’M HAVING SEXXXH… SEGGSSHH FEELS SO GOOD! I-I WANNA H-HAVE SO MUCH SEX UNTIL I PASSHH OUTTT!!!!💗💗💖💞💕”
Doujin-like ranting about her every thought and feeling, which ultimately amounted to little more than ‘OOOUGHHH SEEEXXXXHHH!’ and greedy whines for more.
The Lady watched on with a mix of delight and disgust. Absolutely appalled by how trashy this skank was, but so captivated with the way it felt to pound into her. She reached a hand out, clasping onto a chunk of hair to push Futaba’s face harder into the ground.
“Hmph! A whore like you doesn’t deserve to feel my perfect shaft kissing into you for so much as one second. But it’s been far too long since I had a bitch curved like you to satisfy me, so you’re going to have to do, trash!” She sneered, fingers lightly digging into the girl’s scalp and activating her masochistic side.
Futaba was a dirty bitch to her, and so she used her just like a dirty bitch should be. Thrusting inside with no remorse or regard for her own feelings, sending her jello-wobbling fuckfat quaking with every plap.
A laugh erupted from above. The Lady couldn’t help but cackle at the way she formed a puddle right beside her head on the ground. “Moaning so shamelessly! Everybody can hear your impish moans, you must be getting off on this!” SPANK, SPANK! “I can FEEL your cunt convulsing around me, ready to cream all over! Scream louder. Let them know that you’re my BITCH now!”
“Huwahhh… MMNHFHH~ I k-kinda like t-this but I dunno about that..!” Futaba squeaked in reply, and it’d very quickly turn out to be a big mistake. The Lady’s palm pushing harder on the back of her head, slowing down her thrusts so she could put a little more oomph into each one.
“I’M NOT– ” CLAP. “ –ASKING YOU, PIG, I’M– ” CLAP. “ –COMMANDING YOU!”
She pulled herself away to leave the warm folds of Futaba, only to come crashing back and let her ballsacks bruisingly beat into her inner thighs. They both knew a pathetic (former) virgin like her was never going to be able to last too long against that, and Futaba immediately bent to her will.
The other girls must already be aware of what she’s getting put through, no doubt. So… it can’t get any worse, right..~?
A defeated grin was etched upon Futaba’s face, tears and other fluids leaking down her face as her mouth gaped open.
“I-I LOVE MY MOMMY’S BIG BEEFY THROBPOLE~ Y-YOU HEAR THAT, GIRLS! NNGHFHWUHH IM G-GUHNNA GET ‘ER DICK ALL DIRTY WITH M-MAH PUSSY’S GOONERGREASSHEE..💖💖💕”
The bunny waitress’ display didn’t go unappreciated. The customer was always right, and if the customer wanted an obedient set of warm oinking holes, it was exactly what they’d get. The Lady tuned out most of her blathering, mostly consisting of strange, horny NEETSpeak she’d need a translator to understand.
Conversely, Futaba just barely processed the demeaning pillowtalk coming from above. She knew it felt good to be called a slut, though. A harlot. A whore. A skank. A trashy bitch that’s good for nothing but bending over for the nearest person to use until she passed out from being railed too hard.
Her nails digging into the fat of her ass and tugging it backwards with her forward pounds, swelling up harder with each pump of the hips. Futaba was convinced she had g-spots all over her pussy with the sheer goodness she felt. Or maybe this cognitive woman just had the best stroke game of all time!?
PUMP-SHMACK-PUMP-PLAP-PUMP-CLAP-PUMP-THWAP~!!!
Futaba groaned as she felt the boiling heat push past its limits, face falling back down to the ground. The strongest orgasm she’d ever experienced pulverized her senses, reducing the girl into a quivering mess. A mere few seconds after, multiple buckets worth of bubbling cocksauce raided her cunt. So much nut slipping inside all bare made her wonder if there was gonna be some danger of pregnancy, but it probably should be okay since it’s like, not a real person! Right?
Futaba decided it would be better to stop thinking and go back to squeaking for dick like a good hoe.
The Lady finished and gave a quick smack! to Futaba’s waving butt as a parting gift. She wrapped a hand around her base, grunting with every inch she’d forcefully rip out. That bitch’s boa-grip was impressive, and she began hoping the girl would come ‘round for some special services way more.
Futaba sighed. She wanted to stay down here in this puddle of bodily fluids forever, but she had a job to do, people to not disappoint. More than she has already anyway, probably. Heh…
She propped herself up, rubbing the back of her head as her eyes bounced around. Even if none of the girls were in sight, it didn’t mean they weren’t in earshot. The conversations she’s gonna have with them about this is something she would prefer to delay for as long as possible.
“D-Didn’t know I… h-had it in me. Eheh.” Futaba chuckled, hands gently tapping at her seeping and flooded cunt, bringing a few droplets of girlspunk to lap at with her tongue. W-Wow, all that porn was right! Semen tasted fuckin’ AWESOME!
When Futaba looked back over to the Lady, she still seemed a bit torn. Eyes flickering between her table and the girl beneath, her semi-erect dick clearly having at least one more go in her. Eyes narrowing and a cocky smirk growing, the situation was swiftly taken advantage of by Futaba.
She rolled onto her back, legs spread and her hands grasping at her ass to spread them apart. “Ahem! Ma’am, I’m willing to letcha go up my butt if you, saaaay, hand over some information ‘bout this here casino to me! Whaddya say!? I’m gonna need a lot more XP injected in me than that to level up!”
“You’re a weird little slut. But.. I think I really like that.” Was the reply the NEET received, mounted again and being pounded to the point where she nearly forgot what she was going to end up asking.
Desperate moans carried far once again, and there were many more orgasms for the two to share. Futaba would like, totally remember what she was going to ask this Lady.
CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP.
“oOOhhh SCREW MY F-FUCKINGG BRAINSS OUTTT,, I LOVVH YOUR COCK MOHHMMYYY~”
CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP.
Totally.
Makoto wishes she knew what to make of this. So many conflicted feelings bubbled up as Futaba’s cries echoed through the casino again, and even if she was a bit far she could still hear it so fucking clearly. Haru was a bit flustered, but didn’t seem to think too much of it. Maybe Makoto is going crazy, but she could have sworn she saw Haru bite her lip to the noise a few times…
It was so unlike Futaba. Makoto ascertained that she’d been using her newfound sex appeal to draw information out of people, a tactic that seemed more in line with Ann. Not that she wasn’t doing the same – Makoto could see Ann wobbling her tits right in a customer’s face when their paths crossed once.
It got Makoto thinking.
If her team was all doing the same, should she? Whatever helps them helps them. They need to win here. Maybe the key is Makoto joining in along with Haru. There were many times Makoto thought of using her beauty for her own purposes outside of her, if she had to be honest.
She glanced back at her rear for a moment. Makoto wondered if that even went through any kind of change with this strange transformation. She was just as bottomheavy in the real world. It wasn’t like she was completely unaware of how good she looked, but she didn’t have any idea on how to be a proper seductress.
There were bigger things to worry about for now, though. She had to get the clues they require, keep Haru from standing out too much, and not think about how she wants to crush a dick with her dumptruck ass-
…
‘T-That was-! Why did I just think of that!?’ Makoto paused, the tray in her hand shaking as she pressed a palm into her forehead. She just felt so… so hot . Her hand fell from her forehead and landed atop her bust, suddenly too aware of her own slowed breathing. Maybe she exerted herself more than she thought. Maybe the fantasies taking hold of her are far more compelling than she thought.
The pleasured cries of Futaba in the distance didn’t help, either, driving Makoto deeper down the path of being unable to think of a single thing besides sex. Why not give the same tactics a try? If it keeps looming over her, clearly her subconscious must be trying to say it’s a lovely idea.
She tried to fight it. Pleas that it was so unbecoming were countered by pointing out that it was for a good cause. Every time she forced her mind to stray to a different topic, it somehow looped back into the same place. It brought Makoto a great deal of frustration, frustration that could only result in her giving into the primal tendencies suddenly overwhelming her.
The worst part was, she couldn’t tell if it was actually all on her, or these suits had some kind of side-effects to them. But Makoto didn’t care which it was, she just wished she could stop feeling this way!
Although, it isn’t as if these are real people who would forever remember Makoto Niijima reducing herself to an eager whore. It wouldn’t be too bad to indulge when there’s not many repercussions, right? She is being given the chance to at least try this out, see if she likes this senseless debauchery. May as well.
She sighed, grabbing a hold of her own ass and squeezing as she looked at Haru again.
‘F-Forgive me, Haru. I… I don’t know what’s coming over me. But we – we need this. I need this~’ Anything for the mission. If it helps her friends stay safe, if it can keep them doing good for society, then she has to. That's what she kept telling herself, anyway.
She snapped her fingers, getting Haru’s attention to diverge back to her. “Haru, come here. I understand that you’re a bit overwhelmed with everything, so I think we should find two people close together who both need some… assistance . Be sure to follow my lead, and we’ll be wringing- extracting the information from them in no time. Okay?”
Haru nodded. She skipped forward and looped an arm around Makoto’s, taking one step forward. “Sure, Makoto! I’ve observed servants composing themselves with all the proper etiquette so much before, but it’s not like I ever felt the need to really commit it to memory for my own purposes..”
“Hm,” Makoto hummed. Her eyes lingered on all of Haru’s curves, thankful the visor was there to hide her true intent. “Just be sure to listen to me then, Haru, I’ll whip you right into shape, you’ll know how to work a service job like a pro in no time.”
‘And know how to work those tits of yours, you savory cow~💖’
Clearing her throat, Makoto turned to all of the customers. With Haru in tow, she began walking around to search for anyone in need of assistance. She silently examined her friend, analyzing her body language and demeanor. There was a mix of Futaba’s apprehension, and Ann’s excitement. Preppy rich girl who always had to appear so high class is clearly out of her element when dolled up like a slut in public, Makoto guessed.
Her breath hitched and body quivered whenever the shrill cries of Futaba’s endless pleasure carried their way over here, and– wait, was that Ann screaming out that way too, now!?
“Haru,” Makoto started. “You can probably f-figure out by now that we’re not dressed up like this just to be eye-candy. I know it must be a lot to take in, but we’re often expected to offer more… explicit services.”
“I-I see.” Haru answered, eyes bouncing towards the sounds of their other friends. “Do you really t-think I’ve got what it takes, Makoto?”
Her friend nodded firmly in response. Makoto stepped around and maneuvered to Haru’s behind, leaning in to study her form a bit closer. “There is one thing I need to make sure you’re prepared for, first. Customers won’t always politely call out your name for you to tend to them. Sometimes, they may – well, here, I’ll simply show you.”
SHHHRRR-MACK!
Makoto instantly smacked her hand off Haru’s right cheek. The brief moment in which her fingertips sunk into Haru’s flesh felt like heaven, and she found it easy to understand how Ann and Futaba could end up getting taken advantage of so quickly.
She didn’t pay much mind to Haru’s reaction. Watching the aftershock of her spank was too captivating. When she was satisfied and came to, Haru was bent over a little, caressing the spot where the pain was inflicted.
“Hrnh… t-that must be a lot to deal with over and over. But I’m sure I can manage, now that you did that for me to get accustomed to it, Makoto. Oh! I can do it right back to you, if you’d like!”
Makoto smiled at Haru’s proposal. It was a shamelessly aroused grin, but Haru must’ve still been too innocent to notice. She turned around, presenting her rump and ready for it to come swinging down.
She was grinning as she saw the hand come flying towards her, but she would come to regret things just a tiny bit in a moment.
SMACK- WHAP ~💥💥
Makoto had forgotten that Haru was one of the strongest in the group. She did swing around such a big ax so much, so of course she’d have more than enough strength to apply an asslashing so hard it forced Makoto forward several steps. Her lips emitted with a squealing “hoOOURGHGHH~!?” and her hand nearly let the tray topple down to the floor.
It was a struggle to maintain her balance, but she ultimately won in the end. It was bad enough that Haru used so much force on her, but she had to worsen it by immediately letting her palm smack down another time..! And now, small trails of eager pussyslop were leaking down Makoto’s thighs. Fuck.
After a small delay, a frantic Haru rushed over to rub up Makoto’s red spot and apologize. “M-Makoto! Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t m-mean to bang on your butt that much! Are you okay!? Do you need to take a break!? You’ll be able to handle that again, right!?”
‘.. I r-really hope I have to, Haru~💖’ Makoto inwardly mused. She forced herself upright again with the aid of Haru, flashing her a reassuring look. “D-Don’t worry, Haru! I’ll be fine, we’ve endured worse injuries while fighting shadows. I would say that was more than enough preparation, too. Now, why don’t we go searching for some customers to help?”
“Let’s!” Haru smiled. She moved to Makoto’s side, looking arms and setting off to wander around the casino. The pair kept their eyes and ears peeled, trying to be ready for whatever and whoever.
Several minutes went by without much luck. Makoto still enjoyed it, and Haru was beginning to lean into the role a lot more. Even if they weren’t stopped, they were still getting stares that boosted their confidence and sexual hunger.
They struck luck in due time, or rather, it was luck that struck them. Makoto and Haru both jolted from a hand making rough contact with their behinds as they walked by a table, both of the surprised girls face-to-face with what seemed to be a couple given the rings on their fingers and matching attire.
It was do or die time. Makoto shot a nod and encouraging smile to Haru, who was mentally steeling herself the best she possibly could. Makoto cleared her throat before taking the initiative, giving the customers a quick greeting before getting down to business. “Why, good evening, you two~! Is there anything me and my lovely friend can offer you some assistance with?”
“Of course you can, doll!” The Wife spoke up, removing her hand from the posteriors alongside the Husband. “My husband and I came here for our honeymoon, and while we’ve been trying to avoid making some poor thing into our sexpet like we usually do so we can focus on each other for once… ohoh, you girls just look too GOOD in these outfits!”
“That’s right!” The Husband added on, lifting his sunglasses and dragging his sleazy gaze all over the pair. “Those curves are outta this world! Now, I like my wife’s own well enough, but the lady likes the feel of my dick best when it’s pumping into another hole alongside hers!”
Haru winced. She looked like she was about to melt hearing so much raunchy fucktalk be out there in the open.
Makoto was equally flustered, but did a much better job of hiding it. It was good these visors did half of the work, too. “Newlyweds, hm? I do hope my friend and I can do well at servicing you. Isn’t that right, Haru?”
Makoto gently nudged the girl. Her eyes flickered repeatedly, but focused on the couple soon enough as she kept nodding. “Y-Y-Yes! We’ll do great, so very great! Uhm, but how would the both of you want us? Separate? All together?”
The couple laughed at Haru’s adorable apprehension. The Husband sat back in his chair, moving to give their answer. “Ehh, we’ll take it apart this time, toots! I like the look ‘o yer friend there, so I’ll take her, and you can tend to my wife. Just be careful, she turns into a real menace with cutesy types like yourself!”
“Yes I am~! You should have seen the last girl I laid with! That dumb little hoebag got so hooked on my dickreek, she’d get sick if she breathed in too much air that wasn’t contaminated with my crotchfog!”
“That’s… n-nice, ma’am!” Makoto answered the Wife. She was grateful she didn’t have to deal with her, but quite scared that Haru did. “And the positions you had in mind for us?”
The couple moved their chairs around, sitting down right next to each other and facing away from the table. There was a bit more space between them, too, knowing they needed the room for these wide-hipped women to nestle onto them.
It took a quick minute of debilitation, but they settled on the positions they wanted quickly enough.
“I’ll take your thighs, Haru!” The Wife smiled, patting herself on the lap. “I just know a girl as gorgeous as you is going to get passed around like a fat blunt, so I’ll be the one person that takes it easy on you. Or at least I’ll try to be.. Uhuhu!”
The Husband shook his head with a laugh, not too sure of his lover’s words. “An assjob works for me! I’ll kick back, relax ‘n leave the work to you, sweetheart! But I’ll be plenty satisfied if you can give my wife’s cockflossing a run for its money!”
Thighfucking and hotdogging – seemed simple enough. Makoto expected to let out an internal sigh of relief at the answer, but she instead felt a twinge of disappointment. Guess the mood was getting to her more than she was expecting it to.
Haru was simply sexually exhilarated. She felt similar levels of anticipation to Futaba, all of it because of how inexperienced she was.
Makoto and Haru set their trays down on the table. Makoto took a hold of Haru’s shoulder after, excusing herself for a second to quickly speak to her. She looked Haru dead in the eyes – or tried to, anyway – and squeezed.
“You’ve got this, Haru! Trust me. We’ll… we’ll both come out of it stronger people. Look at it that way, okay? We’ll be right beside each other the whole time! If you need any assistance, just spank me another time.”
“A-Are you sure..?” Haru asked. “I d-did it really really rough the last time, and I’m still a bit wor-”
“-Spank me another time.”
“... O-Okay!”
* * *
Makoto and Haru took their positions. Haru’s back was to the Wife as she sat in her lap, and Makoto was facing the Husband directly. The happy couple both had their hands on the hips of their respective waitress, winking at each other before looking at each woman.
The girls laughed nervously, and even though they were performing sexual acts not too burdensome, they felt a little… intimidated. No. Very.
THROB… SHWAP.. THROB.. PLAP.
This couple had one big thing in common that drew them together: two fifteen inch, vein covered, girthy pillars of PUMPMEAT. Not that either girl had seen many dicks in their life, but if so? They’d be able to comment that it was bigger than most they’d ever witnessed. Surpassing the kind of monsterdick even seen in porn, and smacking against their ass and thighs with each throb.
“M-Makoto. I… is it n-normal to feel both fear and anticipation focused in your pussy?”
“Try holding onto the excitement, Haru. You’re gonna need it…~ Ahem, s-should we all begi-” Makoto held her breath the moment her head turned. The couple became far too busy smooching each other desperately to give an answer, and their now gyrating hips somewhat served as one, anyway.
It all began there. Makoto’s hands held the man’s shoulders, Haru’s grasping the woman’s knees. They didn’t move at first, allowing themselves to adapt to the light pounding.
CLAP… WHAP.. THWAP-SHMACK CLOP-PLOP WHAP-BHAP!!!
But given the weight and heft of those spouseslabs, it was proving to be a tall order.
Makoto was the easier one off, that was for certain. Her famous wobblewagon rear wrapped on the Husband’s dick with an iron grip, making it harder to pound as rigorously as he would’ve liked. Makoto was going to have to pick up the slack for him. Her hips started winding, rolling back, upwards and then forwards before slamming down to repeat the process.
She noticed him smooching his wife even harder as she began, causing a certain sense of pride to arise within her. It felt surprisingly good to bring this stranger such pleasure. It felt good to have him throb between her thick, sensitive buns.
It didn’t take terribly long for Makoto to completely fall into the dominant role she was meant to take. He was so vulnerable, completely at her mercy – length cowering before her mighty mountains of clapfat. She’d surprised herself with how quickly she fell in love with this.
PUMP- CLAP -PUMP- CLAP -PUMP- CLAP~💥 On and on and on. If she was as goonminded as Futaba, she’d think the globs of pre-nut splattering across her PAAG buns were seeping into the pores, revitalizing her and giving her more energy. Slow and steady was what someone would assume a girl like Makoto to try to be, but speeding all the way down the opposite road was a call she could not ignore. Besides! It’s what their lovely customer wanted~!
… Funny, she was really getting into it more than she thought she would.
Makoto brought her hips down with the force and momentum of a wrecking ball, so rough that breaking the lap of the Husband was probably a real risk. He didn’t seem to mind. His digits only clawed more at her hips, even sneaking farther down to stroke along her globes and deliver the occasional smack.
It didn’t compare to the sheer strength Makoto put into smacking herself off of his lap, but it didn’t go unappreciated.
Haru, though initially bumping hips with the wife, stopped as she realized she’d never be able to keep up. She sat stunned, wobbling upwards and crashing back down with her thighbusting thrusting. You’d think the Wife was pounding into an actual pussy with how she groaned into her hubby’s mouth back there; although, such a statement wasn’t inaccurate either, for she moved so deep into the inner thighs that her stroking thumpstick dragged along Haru’s outer labia. She didn’t bother wondering if it was on purpose or not, chances are it was.
It was rather intimidating to go through all of this for her very first sexual encounter. There was a distinct air of downtrodden degeneracy about the place now, and it didn’t help that Makoto was right beside her throwing it back like she was such a dirty whore all of this time.
Haru’s poor pussy wasn’t drooling, it was streaming and bursting like a broken dam. She never stopped yelping. Her butt may have not have been going through the same ordeal Makoto’s was, but it still hurt to feel the Wife’s lap mash into her hind so much. But while it hurt, it also hurt so damned good.
Just the feeling of a dick sliding along her pussy was enough to get Haru hopelessly turned on. Her heart felt like it was going to dive right out of her chest. It was all so new to her, and her greater hesitance got her just so flustered.
N-Not that she wishes she were straight up getting pinned down and FUCKED like Futaba had likely been! N-Not… not at all. Haru gulped, biting her lip as her eyes clamped.
‘Ooohh, I-I’m really thinking like such a BITCH now! I’ll never be able to r-run a company if everybody knows the CEO is such a FREE-USE FUCKSLUT! I’ll g-go to a board meeting and… and get pinned down and knocked up by all the shareholders!? Nononono…~ How is Makoto handling all these lewd thoughts!?’
Needing her friend’s guidance, Haru turned around and did what she was instructed to do in a time of need…!
SPANKSPANKSPANKSPANKSPANK!!!
“haRRUuOOOUGHHH~!?!?!” Makoto was, justifiably, fucking confused why she ended up doing it in quick succession. But it pushed her so close to orgasm that she didn’t mind. “Haru… hawwhh… y-yes!? What do you need?”
It was a little off putting to converse with Makoto while she bucked down so hard, Haru thought…
“How.. h-h-how are you dealing with this!? Doing something so.. OOHHH dirty! I’ve n-never even held hands with someone, but this woman is nnHFHFFUCKING MY THIGHS SO HARDDD.. Please, help! I d-don’t know what to do!”
Makoto smiled. “Oh, Haru… you just have to-” WHAM-CLAP-SHMAP! “- THROW yourself right into the role! D-Don’t be hesitant and resist it… let it consume you completely. You won’t feel a dilemma if you’re really committed to whoring yourself out! Just like how I’m WRECKING this man’s lap, being as dominant as I can, you need to be a good little sub! S-Smooch up on the Wife’s neck, coo like a bird into her ear, act like a proper cocktease! That way, s-she’ll be so happy she screws you into next week!”
“If you s-say so, but I’m still not sure I c–”
BUMP-CLAP-WHAP-BUMP-BHAP-PLAP-CLAP-THUD-THUD-WHAM~💥💖
“HHFFFNGGnNNhNhh TAKE IT YOU DONKEY-DICKED BASTARD. LET THAT BUTTBEATING GUTWRECKER GET MY CAKES ALL DIRTY.”
“.. W-Wow, Makoto.” Haru murmured, sitting back and watching. The Couple broke apart from their kiss to focus more on their respective partners, mostly because Makoto dragged the Husband by his hair and forced his face into her amplified bosom. Her new cowtits were put to good use by smothering him. He gave her the treatment she craved right back, obediently huffing and kissing up those funbags.
Fingertips pushing deeper into her backlard, cock primed to burst at any moment. He resisted climax for her, lest he discover that she really meant all the orders she had been barking out at him.
Even with the visor, Makoto’s look was clearly downright devious. Such a power trip would be so terrifying if it wasn’t also so hot.
“JERK THAT DICK AGAINST THE ROYAL RAMWAGON YOUR QUEEN CARRIES AROUND! S-SQUEEZE HARDER IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU, SCUM.” SMACKSMACKSMACK– Makoto’s hand reached back to beat on the back of his hand a few times, forcing him to claw harder, as well as forcing more jiggling out of herself. “You’re only allowed to cum if you make me reach my limit from merely pounding into my buns. And I’m not getting stroked HARD ENOUGH, you pathetic whelp!”
“MMFHH… MFNHWH-MMPHH-HNNRFFHH~💖💔💔” The Husband muffled back in reply, which roughly translated to: ‘Holy shit this is the second greatest day of my life.’
Makoto had never been so elated in her entire life. She was so dangerously close herself, truthfully, but acting with so much control over someone was just so fun. The Husband’s lap was caked with bootysweat and cuntgunk, and Makoto’s giant ass had enough thick pre-nut spread across it to fill up an entire gallon.
Their not-so-dry humping sent the multiple droplets everywhere, splattering so much across Haru’s thighs…
Haru was simply entranced by that show. Indulge as hard as Makoto is, but with a more submissive mindset. Just as she remembered to put herself to the test, the Wife held Haru by the chin and forced themselves to gaze at each other. She’d heard Makoto’s instructions, and was curious if Haru had what it takes.
She averted her eyes shyly, breathing in and out to force confidence into herself. Then, she careened her face towards the Wife’s neck, puckering her lips and dotting kisses along her skin. Haru never kissed anyone before, and her being so self-conscious about it had her unsure if she was doing any good. Regardless, the Wife still placed her hand upon the girl’s head and pushed her deeper into the skin.
She tasted so savory, just as perfectly as she smelled. Haru applied a bit of tongue and slurped and sucked for more of her, lapping up the savory mist. What she may have lacked in skill, she more than made up for with vigor and need. It was rather satisfactory for the Wife.
Haru’s legs started working again, gently pumping along, albeit not very in rhythm with the Wife’s momentum. Poor girl couldn’t keep up, no matter how much she’d try to! The advice Makoto gave was somewhat working, at least. She had no room to be nervous when she was more occupied with pumping that girldick off with her pillars of thighfat, lowering her mental prowess stroke by stroke.
In time, the Wife spoke into her ear, soft and gentle despite her filthy word choice. “Haru, dear, I do believe you’re missing the part where you whimpered like a needy dicksleeve in my ear. Don’t you want your mistress to pound the daylights out of your pornfat thighs? Pleaaaaase, be a good girl for me! Beg, and mommy will give it to you, doll!”
Haru gulped. She nodded at the woman with her shy smile, watching the Wife move her ear right against Haru’s puffy lips. The woman’s dick hopped up harder from the smack of Haru’s lips, making the waitress excited to see how worse she could make it.
“I – I.. p-please, mistress, I wanna completely l-lose my mind from how hard you thrust b-between my legs!” This was good… but Haru knew she could be better. She was going to need some pushes for it however, and the first one came from the Wife’s deeper plunging. She breathed like a fucking dog, tip bashing all the way up against Haru’s tummy.
It was like she could translate what that must’ve meant in her head: more.
“Fuck a-and violate my thighs like they’re your property!”
PLAP-CLAP-PLAP-THWOP-PLAP-CLAP-PLAP-THWOP.
“L-LUG THAT DICK BETWEEN MY LEGS UNTIL I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT IT!”
The Wife pawed at Haru’s inner thighs, clenching on as she pounded with unmatched fervor and tenacity; no real person could ever be capable of moving so perfectly..! Maybe…
Maybe staying here for a long while wouldn’t be so bad.
CLAPCLAPCLAPPLAPPLAPWHAPWHAPSCHLAPSCHMACKSHLUP.
The Wife really brought the pain, now. Nearly drowning out the waning sounds of Makoto’s buttslams, massaging her hands all across Haru’s form as she worshiped her neck in return. Bright-red lipstick stained all over her pitch-black skin, with matching spanks spreading across her tits, thighs and rear.
“THAT’S MY PERFECT GIRL~💕 YOU LOVE YOUR MISTRESS TREATING YOU LIKE THE CLAPMEAT YOU ARE, DON’T YOU!? TELL ME TO MY FUCKING FACE THAT YOU’RE MINE YOU SPUNKDUMP! ”
Haru dared to glance over at Makoto’s face for advice, only to get a SPANK and a grip of her face to turn her head around. Haru wasted no time in babbling out apologies, hugging her mistress and running her mouth off. “I-I’M SORRY MISTRESSS!! I LOVVE THISSSHH, ALL OF THIS! THE CUSTOMER IS A-ALWAYS RIGHT, AND YOU’RE RIGHT TO SPLATTER MY LEGS IN GIRLCUM IF YOU W-WANNTTT~💗”
Kisses were slammed onto all of the Wife’s face. Haru didn’t leave a single morsel uncovered. She wanted to show all of her submission and obedience, blubbering out another compliment between every smooch.
MWAH~💋 “WUVVH YHEWW..” MWAH~💋 “S-SO HUNGGG AN’ PRETTY..” MWAH~💋 “I WANNA BE YOUR COCKWIFE~” MWAH~💋
FUCK did it feel GOOD to just shut off her brain and devote her entire being to PLEASURE . She wasn’t even having real sex yet, and she was already so obsessive! The pair would reach their peak when mashing mouths, however, tongues swirling and lips locking for the last surge of euphoria necessary.
“mmNNH!! MMPH. NMHHMWAHH MISTRESSHH.. fwuAAHHH~💋”
SPllURRrrrTTSSHhSPURRTSSKrrtssHHLURRTTTSSHH~🤍💦
“OOUFRGGHH. HHLFRSSHH. SLORRSHHKK~ FUCKIN’ CUTESY HOE~💋”
Haru was left satisfied yet un satisfied when the Wife marked her thighs in jizz. She came herself, leaving the still erect cock drenched from head to base. They stayed in their kiss even after finishing, though the application of tongue had ceased. Haru and the Wife knew they shared the same sentiment when they looked into the other’s eyes: this was not enough.
But curiously they turned to the others, wondering how they were faring–
“OOGHFNFNH-SHLURRP-SHLO-MMFWSHH-MWAHFFHUCKYESSHHHNUTALLOVERMYASSSSSHHYOUCREEP~💔”
A sudden chain of intense orgasms only motivated Makoto more. She was pumping down with one final burst of energy, and with the last wet SLAM! down, the husband got his cum fucking everywhere. One would think Makoto let her ass dip down into a vat full of semen once it was all said and done..!
She was panting so hard, as was he, but their tonguerutting kept up even through all of that. They only parted when it’d be genuinely life-threatening to keep at it, supporting each other and trying their damnest to not topple over to the floor.
“... Ngh. Fuck, w-we can’t be done here! You’re plunging it DEEP into my asshole next, whelp!”
Haru sighed, wearing a fond smile. Guess they were going to be here for a bit longer, she didn’t mind~! But whenever they finish up, they can get back to- … hm? What… what were they supposed to do?
It should be a bit concerning that she doesn’t remember. It’ll come back to her if it’s important, though, right!? Deciding to ignore it was what she decided on in the end, however.
Her prime directive now was to stand up, wiggle her hips at the customer with a pleasured, wicked smile… and remove the fabric covering her cunt before dropping all the way back down.
PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP.
“I’MM ALL YOURSSHH MISTRESSHH, I WUVVHH YHEWW!! PLEASE DRILL ALL THE INTELLIGENCE OUT OF ME~💔💕”
And it was the only thing she ever needed to worry about again.
CLACK… CLACK… THUD… CLACK…
Ann Takamaki was definitely in her natural habitat. She participated in so much raunchy, visceral sex in here she’d probably be liable to earn some fucking world record for it. She ditched the tray probably an hour or so ago, and her uniform was just barely held together with all the ‘modifications’ made. A torn-out boob window for her top, and the same thing was going on for her rear.
Clumpy cum streamed out of every hole, splattering down to her heels. Her cunt, her ass, her lips – all of it was drooling spunk! Without uttering a single word, even guests looking away would be alerted to her presence. Hips jerking side-to-side in such an exaggerated manner, causing only the meatiest of ASSCLAPS that turned just about every head.
Ann was getting toooo much into her role from the jump, but honestly, she was just trying to put her seductress skills to good use! Dangling her tits right in front of every customer, buttering them up with compliments and ‘accidentally’ touching in private spots. Just so happened some of them were happier to spill more info if she did some more… illicit tasks for them, and it just so happens many wanted SEX.
She even found out like, totally soooo much too! It’s just a shame that her bimbobrain keeps forgetting it, now, so she has to find someone else to help her out every minute! Right in the middle of another difficult search, Ann stopped.
Her head slowly tilted towards the right, licking her lips at the first person she saw. Some scrawny twink turned in his chair and facing right at her, enamored by all of that beauty and twitching like a beast at the crotch.
It was almost a little comical, the way Ann sped herself over, bending over and shaking her milkbags in his face.
“Oh hullooooo there, cutie! How may I serve you today? I’m always happy to lend a hand to a poor customer with such a THROBBING HARD ISSUE! Tell Ann-chan what you need, anything at all~!” She said, arms folded under her tits to prop those puppies up.
“Uhm.” The young man gulped, holding out a shaky finger towards her bust. “Your – your… your ti-”
“MY WAGYU SLOSHKNOCKERS? MY SUPERSTUFFED SHIRTSTRETCHING DICKWRINGING COCKPILLOWS? Aw, anything for a cutie like you! I’ve got an idea, just gimme a sec!” Ann leaned back a little, grabbing at the underside of her tits and ripping cloth again. Mass amounts of chestfat spilled through the new opening, and Ann dropped down into a squat to let it SMACK against his lap. “Ready, Twinkie? You must be, you’re totes turned on right now!”
“Hey.. I’m called- NNOURHHHHH~ ” Poor Twinkie interrupted by his moaning as Ann heaved her milkbags back and forth. Leftover cum, boobsweat and spit stained his clothes, and it took several protests and a few dozen breastpumps from Ann to realize her fatal error.
Twinkie just wishes he wasn’t already wanting to let it all out just from THAT…! Ann finally paused, leaning back and giggling.
“Silly meeeee! I’m supposed to whip that dick out and THEN give it a good titmating! Okay, let’s see what you’re working with!” Gleefully, she undid his pants, tugged down his underwear and didn’t react too extremely in the slightest when nearly two feet of cockmeat WHAPPED up against her visor. “Wow! We’ve got a real MONSTER on our hands, don’t we!? I’m well equipped, Twinkie, so let’s see how much nasty nutbutter I can squeeze out!”
“Hey, I-I told you, ma’am! My names not Tw-”
FFHHWWOSSSHPPHH~💥💦💦
With a heavy slam of the tits, she cut him off.
“-HooUHOOHOHOohohhhhHHH CALL ME W-WHATEVER YOU WANT~!!!”
‘Heavenly’ didn’t really begin to describe Ann’s chest. She was the most dangerous of all the girls due to knowing exactly how to use every curve and mound of meat to her advantage. Her superheated titpussy ensured maximum levels of arousal for the dick caged within, but the colder, congealed combination of sweat, cum and drool ensured it wasn’t to overwhelming levels.
Didn’t matter if Twinkie had some reservations about so many other peoples’ ballbatter surrounding his dick, he was gonna have to deal with it, now! But it honestly wasn’t so bad of an experience…
The insides of her boobs may have been pillow-soft, but they SQUEEZED down on his dong like a hydraulic press. To keep him on his toes, Ann’s movements flip-flopped around so often. Simple up and down pumping, circular boobmaneuvers, throwing caution completely out the door and thrashing like an animal…
“Tee-hee! I hope Twinkie’s satisfied with how I’m pumping him off with my POUNDMOUNDS , but the fun is only going to get started! While these fuckjugs are big, that pesky head is poking out sooo much! Luckily, I know just the trick: I’ll hide it with my THROAT!”
Twinkie, not sure if he could handle much more pleasure, threw his hands up and shook his head. “N-NO, WAIT! P-PLEASE! I THINK THIS IS FINE ENOUGH!”
Ann shook her head, applying a little more lipstick after fishing a tube out of her tits… huh, she had a lotta room in those puppies. “Nuh-uh, Twinkie! I won’t be able to consider myself a good waitress if I let you go with a single drop of splooge left in these nutfactories! Get ready, I’m going IN~
“GLRRRSSSHKKK-SHLOSSHP~💋💦”
Even if Ann could only slot a quarter of his length inside her mouth, it was still more than enough to absolutely torture him. There was a feral sparkle in her eyes behind the visor, staring at him just the way that a panther would do a limping hare. Pouncing on and devouring until no meat was left, baring her fangs despite their begs for it all to come to an end.
Twinkie’s sorry excuse for struggling just had him pounding up deeper into her mouth, and faster along her bust. Ann continued her diligent work, settling on pushing her tits forward and up while her head swerved down, then tugging back and sucking upwards to the tip, lips crushing on it like a leech.
The pupils in Ann’s visors had gone heart-shaped, and Twinkie knew at that moment that there was no escape. Oh, if only his first time was more romantic…
Twinkie grabbed at Ann’s pigtails to try and get her to stop as he unloaded chunk after chunk of cum down her throat, but rather than mercy, she ended up acting so much more cruelly.
PUMP-SCHLAP-SCHMACK-SCHLOP-SCHLUP-PLAP-PLAP-PLASCCHP~💥💔
“SHLURRK-FHLORSFFHP-MMNNCUMMM!!CUMM…SHHLRISHH~💋💋”
PUMP-SCHLAP-SCHMACK-SCHLOP-SCHLUP-PLAP-PLAP-PLASCCHP~💥💔
Ann swallowed that saucy white tar like it was nobody’s business, but purposely spat a bit back out to flow down and lube them up some more. Wetter lapsmacking, faster pumpdragging, harder DRYNUTTING. She was as awful as she was right now for multiple reasons… no better way to feel absolute power over a man than forcing him to squeal like a girl~!
She could try to really own and reclaim her sexuality out there, but not as much as in here. The boy whimpering like he was a puppy before her is proof of that! And the final, most important reason: cum tastes suuuuper good! Ann laughed, vibrations roughly tickling his fleshrod.
‘Finally, the kind of boy that PERFECTLY suits my needs! I guess he’s less of a boy and more of a PUMPTOY if anything! MMMHH, I WONDER HOW MANY BLANKS I GOTTA FORCE OUT OF PUMP-PIGGIE BEFORE I GET A SERVING OF BALLGOO AGAIN! JUST ONE MORE LOAD, TWINKIE, SPOIL A PRETTY GIRL..~💖’
Twinkie grew so pained and desperate he was now clawing all over his face, eyes bulged out and bloodshot. His body would immediately relax after geysering with semen once more, out of the refractory period and gracing Ann with a load even more furious.
“GLURG… GLUG… GLRRSHK. MMMSHLURRP! GLUGLUG!” She wasted no drop this time around, moving off his dick and using her tongue to clean what was whatever left. Aside from her breasts, anyway, she’d leave that as a little… memento. Ann threw a wink towards Twinkie, gently stirring him around in her bosom to keep up a bit of teasing.
“Ahhh… you did sooo good, Twinkie! I’m proud of you! But you probably know we’re not done here, right?”
“Wha..!? What could we possibly do next!?”
“...~💗” Ann nodded towards the table he was sitting at, raising her ass and wagging it around.
Twinkie swallowed, eyes closing. “I-I’m doomed.”
* * *
“ gAWddHDHHHDAAMNNN P -POUND IT IN MORE ! P-PUT YOUR WHOLE B-BACK INTO ITTT… Y-YOU’RE ONLY THRUSTING S-SO HARD BECAUSE MY LEGS ARE TUGGING YOU BACK INTO ME~!”
“IMMmm TRYingggGG … Y-YOU’RE JUST– HOoOUGHHtight TIGHTTIGHHTTT . H-HOW ARE YOU S-SQUEEZING SO MUCH WHEN YOU GOT FUCKED SO MUCH TONIGHT…!?”
A question that probably deserved to be answered, but it was only met with a kiss that basically said ‘shut up and FUCK me!’
Just a few seconds after the last fiasco, and Ann had herself laid atop the poker table, limbs coiled around the cute boy she snatched and decided to make into her plaything. It was a little surprising he’d already be so willing, but who would ever deny somebody as gorgeous as herself?
Legs locked around his waist, repeatedly yoinking him all the way back down when his pounding brought him up. Her arms draped around his shoulders, clenching for support as she often painted his face with lipstick. She treated him like her canvas, though she’d bet the likes of Yusuke would say that she was mistreating him– wait.
… Oh, she’s supposed to make him help her figure out how to progress in the palace.
…
CLAP-CLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-CLAP-CLAP-PLAP~💞
BUT SHE’D RATHER MAKE HIM HELP HER FIGURE OUT HOW TO PROGRESS INTO PREGNANCY. ✨
His cock was perfect for her walls~! Just the right size. Big, and a little oversized, but not to where it was a genuine struggle. A bit of a curve to it that helped him jam against the crevices and spots she’d want him at the most, earning a set of squeaking purrs from her without fail.
It really could be likened to pressing a button, and ruthlessly railing into her was just that much more fun that way. Even though she strangled on his log so much more with her folds than her chest had. It was only natural she be tight as sin, but it just cemented how much she squeezed the life force out of him.
Without very much time to recover, Twinkie was a step behind the finish line, but he didn’t dare cross it. Of course, it wasn’t out of fear of disappointing Ann, but because he knew he couldn’t handle getting fucked through an orgasm again. She just made it so horribly difficult, though.
Disgustingly vulgar dirty talk. Nonsensical JAV-squealing right in his face. He discovered that her skills with her mouth and tongue definitely extended towards kisses, too…
Things ended up taking an unexpected turn when Ann grabbed at chunks of his hair and shoved his face into her murky humpudders, mouth still agape and forcefully stuffed with puddles of bodily fluid. Twinkie gagged on all of that goop at first, but he surprised himself when he discovered it really wasn’t so bad. It ought to be demoralizing and embarrassing to gobble up the combination of so many different people’s ooze, and it kind of was, but the eroticism was far stronger.
“Don’t swallow it all ,” Ann instructed. Twinkie obeyed. He was in the process of swallowing like a dumb bitch, but stopped, cheeks puffing out with so much liquid. The blonde giggled at his antics, taking him by the face and bringing him back down.
Closer, closer… the inches between them shortening more, and he was throbbing with a lot more vigor. This had to be it. Their lips embraced, and thus began Twinkie’s unceremonious liquid-exchange.
Ann flicked, twisted and twirled her pink throatsnake around to take in as much mixture of fuckfluids as she could manage. She gulped down a minimal amount, keeping the rest swapping and splashing against their tonsils. Ann just had to revel again in finding a boy willing to do ANYTHING for her! Even slurp down mass amounts of cum. A lot of it was his own, at least!
‘CUMCUMCUM TWINKIE~!!! MAYBE IF YOU BLAST IT IN MY UNPROTECTED WOMB HARD ENOUGH, I’LL GET CHAINED IN THE METAVERSE AND HAVE TO STAY HERE AND HAVE A BABY WITH YOU! WHO WOULD EVER WANNA GO!? WE’VE GOT ALL THE DICK OUR THOTBODIES COULD ASK FOR. 💞’
clapcLAPCLAPPLAPPLAPlapplaPPLAP… SHLAP! PLAP.. SHMACK.. SPRRT..
Collapsing atop Ann and spewing out the last traces of sexslime in his mouth, Twinkie ended up passing out immediately . Ann could only find him conking out that quickly adorable. Once he got enough rest, she had to jump at him again!
She smiled. His cock warming inside of her and her hands raking through his hair, she figured he’d get some easy, deep rest.
For a moment, Ann questioned how the other girls must’ve been doing, but she remembered her answer right away. Everyone was screaming bloody murder during mating. She could hear Haru, Makoto and Futaba, and she knew they could all have heard her. Gosh, it’d be so hard working at such a sexually demanding place all by herself! But luckily, she has such great coworkers and friends to help her! Yay! 💖
“Nnh. Kinda bored just laying here, though. I need another dick in me already. Oh?” Speak of the devil, a group of women were walking by and spotted Ann, all of them sprouting bulging erections at the sight.
She giggled, back of her head hanging off the table and gaping open her maw. “Weeeell? Which one of you lovely ladies wants to be first? The other holes aren’t accessible, but you sure can take this up top or my tits~!”
It really was the greatest life for all of them. And as Ann got brutally throatfucked, she finally felt herself completely losing sight of what she was supposed to be doing before. Nothing mattered, nothing mattered besides staying here in the cognitive world forever, holes gouged day in and day out.
“Man, where did those new hires even come from..?” One shadow guard inquired with another.
“I dunno, but they sure can work it! I might just go in for a few hours of them when I’m on break. All gotta have some real strong pipes to be able to scream for so long and so loud..!” The other replied, sharing a laugh before going back to their duties.
At least they would’ve, were it not for Ren and Ryuji sneaking up and making rather short work of them. The friends smiled, dusting themselves off before heading towards where the girls were. It’s been so long at this point, much more than they’d all anticipated. They could all handle themselves, but something must have gone wrong.
“Ughhh, friggin’ pain in my ass. I know some things take time, but we’ve been in the palace forever now! I just wanna go home and sleep.” Ryuji groaned, the metal pipe he fought with dragging across the floor.
Ren was so tired himself, that he didn’t even care enough to point out that it’d alert guards to their position so easily. “Hmm. I don’t want to believe it but I feel like… I might have an idea on what happened. One of the guards was mentioning they could scream for a long while.”
“For real!? You sayin’ that… maybe they got kidnapped and tortured for trying to sneak in like they did?”
“I’m – not.. s-so. Sure…” The boys immediately stopped in their tracks as they watched the sight before them.
“EHEHEHE, I’VE BEEN A BAAAAD KITTY, MR. GUARD~ HOW A-ABOUT YOU GIMME SOME SPANKS TO SHOW ME MY PLAC- ooOGUHhfhcuKK~💖💞 ”
SPANK-SHMACK-CRR- WHACK!
There were… there were so many guards. And all of them surrounded the other girls, using them like objects. One man had Ann bent over a table while hitting it from the back, but another ended up jumping onto the table to turn it into a spitroast.
Ren dared to turn his head to the sides, glancing at the other girls. A stream of sloppy “GLRRSHK-FHLURP”s came from Futaba, somehow managing to fit three entire cocks down her throat at once.
Makoto and Haru were both put into full-nelsons, buttpipes absolutely gaped open by the unreasonably thick levels of girth inside of them both. They were placed right in front of another, too, leaning in to smooch like brainrotted dogs.
One last glance was taken above, at a large and wide sign that read ‘NEW (PERMANENT) EMPLOYEE WELCOME PARTY!’
Ryuji was so shocked, he just kept a straight face through everything. “I… c-can’t friggin’ believe it..?” He whispered out.
Ren adjusted his mask, eyes shifting a few times. His teeth sunk into the corner of his lip, leaning in towards Ryuji with one simple question. “Hey, you think there were any more bunny waitress disguises around here I could try on?”
“... FOR REAL!? ”