Chapter 2 - Chapter 2

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Chapter 3 got commissioned and I'm currently working on it, so I figured I should at least go ahead and post this here.






Continuing where we left off…
 
“However…” Moka hesitated, shyly twisting and turning ever so slightly. “Would it maybe be possible, for you to, IF YOU WANT TO OF COURSE, maybe, take me as your girlfriend? Pretty please, with cherries on top?” She begged, starry eyes widening and producing one of the cutest, most adorable sights to ever exist, all while huffing and puffing on a fat bastard’s huge schlong.


“I know Tsukune will understand!” She rushed to reassure Buta “We don’t even have to tell him, if you want, it’ll be our little secret!” She giggled enthusiastically at the idea, drifting off once more in thought like the ditzy bitch she was as she looked back on all the times she’d had with Tsukune, measuring and comparing all the happiness they’d shared to the sheer joy and ecstasy she’d felt during her time with Buta.


For his part, the grotesque lard of a man couldn’t bear listening to anymore of the cutesy, incessant whining, reaching out to grab a thick handful of bright pink, silky hair in his sticky fingers and smearing it with grease as Moka was rudely awakened from her daydreaming and dragged face first into the sweaty cesspit that was his balls.


Her eyes only briefly showed her surprise before crossing stupidly as the overpowering stench of Buta’s unwashed undercarriage burned its way up her nostrils, the acrid filth filling her lungs and making her eyes water as she found her aristocratic cheeks being squashed mercilessly between his thick thighs, leaving her nowhere to go as her sweet, plump lips pressed against his taint.


There was nowhere she’d rather be though and Buta thought for a second her eyes had morphed into hearts as she wrapped her arms adoringly around his calves and snorted, like a pig in the mud while coughing between his legs as she sniffed up sweat and dirt alongside the stray pube into her sinuses. You could almost audibly hear the straining of her blazer as its buttons stretched from the pressure of her inhumanly huge tits heaving up and down to the filling of her lungs, making Buta curse under his breath as he felt those juicy cock pillows open wide so her elegant pink tongue could slobber all over the stretch of skin between his sack and his asshole.


Moka could hear her heart beating faster, trying to thump its way out of her chest as she eagerly tasted all the filth in reach of her mouth, digging her tongue into the fat rolls and creases as of to give him the first wash he’d had in over a week with just her tongue. She would have done it too, if he asked, if it let her stay down there with his balls on her nose as she hungrily slurped up more and more of the wonderful grit that was dirtying her face while her fat, milky titties throbbed.


Buta sneered and flexed his legs, smothering her in the fat and making her scramble against his legs for air before dragging her back out as she gasped with a wet, desperate “Putaah!”.


The second Moka opened her cloudy eyes, greedy for air, she felt her head rock, snapped to the side by the unreserved might of Buta’s meaty cock as he used it like a club to beat her across the face, making her cry out cutely while her puffy pussy let loose the floodgates and dirtied her and Tsukune’s carpet in fem-cum.


He didn’t hold back, using his painfully tight grip on her bubblegum hair to keep her upright as he laid into her with a series of slimy “Thwap’s!”, sneering as she squealed gleefully after each and every one while stretching her tongue out to try and even graze his shaft on the next swing.


“Tch, girlfriend.” He let go, watching on sadistically as Moka crumpled face first down onto the floor, mewling pitifully as he brought up his foot and pressed it down hard on her skull, crushing her cheek to the carpet while she panted with her tongue out.


With her face to the floor and her ass in the air, it was unsurprising when the piece of floss she called a skirt rolled over onto her lower back, exposing every inch of her thick, gelatinous cheeks that quivered with her submissive attempts to please him, wobbling like pale, boulder sized water balloons.


“Don’t make me fucking laugh, what would some glorified, big titted bimbo know about being a girlfriend?” 


His foot came off her face and Moka wasted no time in throwing her head up to try and catch his eyes, hair whipping backwards as her diamond like nipples scratched the floor through her shirt and she grabbed for his ankle with both hands while looking up at him with her big, teary puppy dog eyes.


“Oh please, please please please, Buta, I’d make a great girlfriend! I-I can cook, and clean and-and-and I’m really smart-ACK!”


Thick fingers wrapped around her slim, unblemished throat and Moka saw the world blur as she was hauled off of the floor and up into the air before being slammed backwards against the wall, choking and spluttering as a picture of her and Tsukune on their first date fell down, shattering into pieces.


“Heeey, Moka? Everything alright in there?”


A part of her noted Tsukune’s faint voice coming all the way from the living room, but the rest of her was much more excited to feel Buta’s rough lips crash into hers, making her wheeze joyfully past the grip squeezing her windpipe as he snorted and forced his fat, wriggly tongue between her soft lips to begin pillaging the sweet confines of her mouth.


She tasted like sugar and he tasted like he hadn’t ever seen a toothbrush, but Moka loved it anyway, tangling her own slippery muscle with his as their combined slobber poured off their chins and onto their shirts, most of it ending up between her now slippery, flushed tits as they were crushed against his own flabby chest while he pinned her there.


Moka felt him rummaging around inside every corner of her mouth before tearing himself away as she looked at him, trying to convey how he made her feel, just how incredible and amazing he was to her. Buta looked back, examining the messy glaze of spit across her chin and the bruised, swollen state of her lips, small splotches of cock slime dotted about her face from where he’d slapped her around earlier.


Her lips turned up at the corners when their eyes met and she could see the unbreakable connection that had been forged between them. Moka opened her mouth to speak the words she had been holding in since the day she met him, and-and-


Buta spit down her throat.


“You? Smart?” He laughed condescendingly before hooking a finger into the front of her uniform and ripping, sending buttons flying all over the room and salivating over the way her frilly white and pink bra strained under the ginormous weight of her breasts


It looked like it was cutting into the skin, her outrageous tit meat spilling over and around the cups while her dark pink areolas peeked out, crinkling under the rush of cool air and his predatory stare as Buta loosened his hold enough for her to speak before holding up his hand.


“You say you’re smart, with tits like these? Count how many fingers!” He demanded, shaking Moka when she took too long to answer before looking at him with a naked need to please, hopelessly aroused by his destruction of her outfit.


“Hah~ t-t-tw-” SLAP! “-GAH, NYA~”


As soon as she went to answer his hand struck, sending her left breast almost bouncing from its prison as his handprint bloomed to life against her creamy smooth skin while Moka moaned, dripping like a faucet.


“What colour is the sky?” He taunted, lifting her higher up the wall and making that mountainous booty scrape loudly along the wallpaper while his monster cock bobbed and slapped around between her thighs.


“Nnnn~fah- b-b-blOOOOOH~” Moke tried again only to wail as he reached down to pinch her clit through her panties, twisting it viciously and making her legs kick from the influx of masochistic pleasure.


“Fucking air head.” He spat, letting go of her clit and wiping his juice drenched fingers on her mini skirt. “Final question…”


Moka’s head was spinning, the pleasure and the sheer thrill making her woozy as something wonderfully long, terrifyingly thick and unbelievably HOT shunted itself rudely against the gooey mess that was her crotch, rubbing against her panties and pushing them in between her leaking lips as she gasped and wrapped a long thick leg lovingly around his waist.


“What would you rather…” He rumbled, pressing his pudgy face to the side of her head and squirming around inside her ear with his tongue. “A long life being loved and adored by your sweet, accommodating, limp dicked boyfriend…”


He pulled back and pressed their foreheads flush together, drowning Moka with his dominating stare as his helmet bumbled its way around her panties and squelched up against her opening.


“Or one single night on my cock?”


“Moka?” Tsukune’s voice came from right outside the door, dripping with concern as she gulped and craned her head to look down the valley of her tits, between their bodies.


“A-a long, long-”


“Moka?” Tsukune knocked gently.


‘SCHLICK!’


“COCK!” 


She slapped a hand over her lips and screamed, teeth clenched tight as what felt like a telephone pole speared itself up into her guts, barreling its way through her soaked and lubricated tunnel on its way to plant itself balls deep inside her cunt while she tensed her leg hard against Buta’s hips and pounded a fist against the wall behind her.


Buta felt his crotch press seamlessly to hers and he gasped at the feel of her warm, soft skin against his belly rolls, diving forward to bury his face into the slippery mass of her cleavage before shaking it around like a wild animal while she muffled her own screams of pain and pleasure. He wasn’t surprised either, she was tight, tighter than any other slut he’d ever tried to split in two with his bitch taming meat cannon and it was divine. Her juices spilled out around him, drizzling all over his wrinkly nut sack while he licked and sucked at her tits before pulling back and groaning at the sheer pressure currently trying to both simultaneously push him out and drag him back in.


“Faf~fuh~ fat cock~” Moka wheezed behind her palm, tongue pressed to skin as Buta placed a dark purple hickey on the soft flesh of her throat, making her legs shake in delight.


“Yeee, that’s right, a big fat cock for a big, fat assed pig slut like you. Feel that?” He jerked about half his length out and rammed it back in, making Moka spasm and shake in his hold as she creamed even harder around his girth. “Air headed bimbos like you have tight, sloppy pussys built for dicks like mine. It’s why that whiny little loser out there never stood a chance, it’s natural selection!”


Those words burnt themselves into Moka's mind as she felt Buta pull out and start slamming away at her cunt, mouth dripping like a hyena as he kept her pinned by the throat while his other hand hiked her leg up higher around his waist, stroking the flawless white skin from knee to thigh before sliding his palm around and groping a nice, juicy handful of her rear, digging his nails in and surely bruising the flesh as she gurgled and humped him back the best she could.


He was unrelenting and the walls around them shook as he brutalised her insides, pumping away without a care in the world and using her plush, curvy body as a pillow between him and the wall while she ran her hands through his hair and dragged him face first back into her cleavage. Long, pale fingers hooked behind the frilly cup of her bra and Moka used her strength to snap it down beneath her breast, letting the milky boulder bounce free with a hedonistic eagerness that just demanded he wrap his brutish lips around her bullet like nipple and suck.


“HEEEE~ Uwaaaah~” Moka squealed as his rough lips chomped down on her teets and Buta moaned as her cunny caved in around him even harder, shuddering in ecstasy as he let go of her throat to grab her by both ass cheeks, using the new hold to slingshot her towards him as he pulled back and doubling the force of his thrusts while she moaned mindlessly with every pump.


“These tits are like fucking clouds, no wonder you’re such a ditzy bitch! All your potential went into your fucking chest!”


He snorted like a beast and Moka let go of his hair to reach between them, dragging her bra all the way down and freeing both of her obscenely large breasts to burst forward into his slobbering face while she held them both up in her hands like an offering.


“They’re all for you Buta, all for youAGH!” She cried out as he unflinchingly made use of her offer, slurping up both nipples and biting, clamping down on them with his teeth as she cooed despite the pain.


Buta tugged at them wildly, fucking Moka harder and making her whole body bounce as she sang her wordless praises of his dominance while groping the underside of her rack, the pleasure making her head numb while her creamy flesh spilled out and between her fingers.


“Moka! Moka, are you in there? What’s with that noise?” Tsukune’s unwelcome voice slipped through the cracks of the door, his weak attempt at a knock making Buta slow down as he growled.


“The fuck does that weasel want?” He sneered, pulling himself slowly from Moka’s cunt before impaling her with a single thrust like a battering ram, silencing her pitiful whining at having him slowdown as she screeched like a banshee.


“MOKA!? I’m coming in!”


“NO!” Moka cried out with all her heart, both at him and the fact that Buta had just torn himself from her pussy and let her go to stumble drunkenly over to the bed, collapsing onto her arms with only pleasure shaken legs to hold her up as she turned her sweaty face to the door. “Don’t come in! We’re just-just-j-j-j-just unp-p-PACKING!”


“...Really?” Tsukune sounded unsure, completely unaware that Buta had just walked up behind the trembling Moka and buried himself, sending pussy juice flying outwards from the pressure as she ahegao’d. “Well, what’s taking so long?”


“MMPHMMMMMMM!” Moka bit down on her and Tsukune’s bedsheets and screamed, thankfully muffling them as Buta’s burning hot rod sank into her molten insides while he sighed.


His hips clapped forward against the shelf like underside of her cheeks and Buta watched in awe as the titanic booty moved away from him like a great white, gelatine wave, wobbling and rippling before coming shooting back towards him with a lewd ‘CLAP’ as he resumed pounding her cunt with all his might.


“Moka?”


“THERE’S TOOOOOOO MUUUCH~” She wailed, making Tsukune frown as Buta put one dirty foot on the bed and drilled her from above, grating along the floor of her quim while she kicked her legs like a toddler throwing a tantrum.


“D-do you need help?” Tsukune sounded so hopeful.


“NO, oh, oh, oh! I DON’T NEED YOU, I JUST NEED BUTA! BIG, STRONG, MANLY, BIG DICHNNNN, BUTA!”


One hand took a bruising grip of her curvy hip and one grabbed her hair as Moka came, pissing arousal all over the bed and carpet while Buta yanked back on her beautiful pink locks like they were reins, putting an unnatural arch in her back as she clawed deliriously at the bedspread.
 
“Oh… okay. I… guess I’ll just head back to the living room?” He waited, desperate for something to tell him otherwise before sighing despondently as she didn’t respond.
 
He left, the only thing between him and his girlfriend being a thick wooden door. A door that hid Moka as her face turned purple, tears spilling from her puffy eyes as she stretched her lips wide in a big, lewd smile while Buta held her slim throat in the crook of his arm and squeezed, choking her out as he pulled her stacked, curvy body back against his chest and stood up straight.
 
Moka hysterically noted that her feet didn’t even touch the ground as he lifted her up, leaning back and keeping her cunt impaled on his cock whilst he gripped her hip with his other hand and started bounce, moaning while her pussy walls fluttered around him from the sensation of her fat ass going ‘clap-clap-clap’ against his front.
 
“Nasty little choke whore.” He grunted, the sounds of her sloppy pussy being churned up by his monster cock sounding out loud and clear in the room as her fingers clawed at his arm, growing weaker and weaker while her eyes rolled back and she started to lose consciousness. “What, nothing to say?”
 
“Haaaagh~” She made a hiss like gas escaping and Buta tsk’d, releasing her limp body and dropping her forward off of his cock as she heaved, taking great big gasping lungfuls of air while crashing forward with her face pressed against the side of the bed.
 
Her heart was thundering at the close shave and Moka trembled as her pussy twitched, already missing the tunnel shaping mass of cock meat that had been propping her up as his bare, stinking foot pressed against the side of her face, squashing her cheek and crushing her against the mattress while she let out a truly lurid moan and stretched her tongue to lick around the side of his sole.
 
He pressed her down harder and Moka whined, eagerly tonguing the grime off his nasty foot as he ground it around all over her face while she stuck her ass out and dripped.
 
With a snort of derision Buta pulled away and Moka whimpered like an upset puppy before dissolving into drunken giggles as he took her by the hair and twisted, forcing her to roll uncomfortably over until her back was to the bed and her legs were spread wide, excitedly showing off the glistening mess between her plump, soft thighs and the absolutely ruined state of her underwear as it dug up between her leaking pussy lips.
 
He stepped forward over her body and Moka stared up at him, enraptured, DESPERATE to please as he lifted his cock and sat his greasy sack on top of her mouth, stroking his spit soaked member with both hands as she grabbed his flabby ass cheeks and pulled. Buta moaned as she went to work, lashing and lapping at first one ball then the other, rolling them around on top of her tongue and sniffing at the moist, musky package with glee.
 
With an obscene “Hlurk~” Moka wrapped the entirety of one ginormous testicle in her lips and sucked, popping it into her mouth and making Buta moan as she allowed what felt like a gallon of warm, sloppy saliva to build up in her mouth, gently prodding his ball to rest in a pool of her slobber while she massaged it lovingly with her tongue.
 
“God you’re such a slut.” He laughed, licking his lips as she gargled her agreement and the vibrations tickled his sack, pushing him closer to the edge as he stroked faster and felt her go to work on the other one. “But you’re my slut, aren’t you? My personal, obedient, ball washing pig-slut!”
 
He glanced down and groaned as Moka looked up at him with nothing but sheer and utter worship, sucking and slurping harder as the built up spit began pouring in a stream from her lips, coating her tits and dribbling all the way down to get caught in her belly button. The need in her core was unbearable and Moka just had to give in, keeping one hand on his ass to hold him close while she planted her feet on the carpet and buried two fingers into her cunt.
 
“Filthy bitch, who said you could touch yourself!?” He clucked his tongue and Moka warbled, a sorrowful sound which spoke of how much she hated to upset him but she just couldn’t stop, the naked ‘schlick-schlick-schlick’ pushing Buta to the edge as he gasped and threw his head back.
 
A great shuddering moan racked Moka’s body and she squirted, tearing her sticky fingers from her pussy as it sprayed a fine stream all over the carpet. Buta stepped back and the bubblegum pink slut brought both hands to her face, fish hooking them into the sides of her mouth and stretching her cheeks out wide as she rolled her tongue out over her chin like a moist, pink welcome mat.
 
When he looked down, Buta found her ready and eagerly waiting, making him sneer at the sordid sight while he  groaned, pointing his dilating piss slit straight between her eyes and unloading. It was like a fire hose with squirt after squirt of thick, chunky cock snot slapping Moka across the brow while she mewled for more. It covered her forehead, seeping into the front of her beautiful hair and dripping down to gum up her eyes before he seethingly bent forward and took aim at the rest of her, coating her nose and forcing her to breathe milky snot bubbles while she “Aaaaaah’d” for him to start draining his balls into her  mouth.
 
It quickly filled her to the brim, to the point of spillage as he continued down and furiously stroked his shaft to squeeze out the last few ropes of jizz onto her chest, making her gasp as his steaming essence landed on her sensitive nipples, making them twitch as it stained her shirt, tarnished her rosary and soaked into the material of her green school blazer. 
 
After what felt like hours it stopped and Moka didn’t waste a moment, letting go of her cheeks and gulping the bucketful of jizz down into the depths of her stomach before cupping her cheeks cutely and squealing at how good it tasted. She started scooping up more and more, scraping it off of her tits and spooning it between her lips before clearing away her eyes and making sure she could look Buta in the face while she degraded herself.
 
She saw him watching, entranced, and she decided to put on a show for him, slurping it off her fingers one by one while her other hand took a clump of jizz and rubbed it into her clit, purring and fluttering her eyelashes as he scoffed and rolled his neck.
 
“Cheeky skank.” He muttered, stepping forward and making Moka coo as he fed her his minutely wilted cock, sighing as she set to work lovingly sucking all the juices of their union from his tip.
 
His hand came up and he stroked her on the crown, making sure not to touch the front where his spunk had settled as she suckled more enthusiastically and pushed up into his palm.
 
“You wanna be my girlfriend so bad?” Her eyes burned into his with an inhuman intensity as Buta squatted over her head and gripped her by the skull. “Let’s first see if you can survive the night.”
 
Moka’s eyes widened, the cock on her tongue suddenly feeling a lot thicker as Buta grinned and plunged. Fireworks exploded in her brain and the last thing she felt before losing her mind was the balls on her chin and the weaponised meat pillar stretching out her throat.
 



 
Tsukune hadn’t touched his food and, sitting there, he was surprised by just how easy it was to hate Buta. A flash of pink in the corner of his eye pulled his attention over to Moka who, despite her lack of need for physical food, was happily sitting there staring with stars in her eyes at the slovenly pig who couldn’t seem to keep his mouth closed while he ate.
 
“Hey, Moka?” Tsukune tried, getting the same reaction he had been getting ever since she’d shuffled out of their bedroom.
 
“Hmmm~ yes, Tsukune?” She sighed dreamily, giggling as Buta stripped a chicken bone clean before throwing it on the floor.
 
“Don’t you think you should go and put on something a little more… appropriate?”
 
“Why?” She sounded like she hadn’t even really heard the question.
 
“Yeah, why would she need to change?” Buta snickered, slurping his drink while Moka cooed and Tsukune looked over her outfit.
 
The blazer was gone, something about it getting a bit torn while they were “unpacking” Buta’s things but the skirt was still there and her white button down, well… it was ruined. Almost every button holding it together seemed to have been torn clean off except for one, a single piece of plastic resting around her navel, desperately fighting to hold it all together as the cavernous plumpness of her cleavage and erotically soft looking plains of her abdomen seemed to glitter in the evening light.
 
“Moka. It’s just that, I… I think I can see your nipples.” A blush lit up his face, turning luminescent as Buta choked on his mouthful from laughing too hard while Mokalooked at him aghast.
 
“Tsukune! What did you just say to me!?” She puffed up, sounding truly offended but he was saved before she could really get going at the last moment by a condescending snort.
 
“Hmm… I don’t know, maybe he has a point?” Buta scratched his chin with a crusty nail, clearly enjoying this a bit too much as Moka stiffened in worry.
 
“R-really? Do you not like what I’m wearing, Buta? Is it that bad?” She twisted and turned, shoulder boulders almost swishing through the air as she tried to find what he didn’t like.
 
“I just can’t tell from here… stand up.” He ordered in a no nonsense tone and Moka leapt to obey, standing fully at attention and almost clocking herself on the chin with her chest as it bounced.
 
“Come stand here.” He pushed his chair back, sneering Tsukune’s way as she moved towards him. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite… much.”
 
Tsukune grit his teeth as Moka skipped over to stand between Buta and the table, her back to Tsukune as Buta visibly raked her curves up and down with his eyes.
 
“Mmmm, yes, yes there might be a problem here. Say, Tsukune, what did you say you had an issue with?” Buta casually asked as if he wasn’t assaulting said boy's girl with his greedy leer, eyes darkening as Moka squirmed in embarrassment and worry.
 
“Like I said.” Tsukuine bit out, trying to calm himself with a deep breath before continuing. “It was the fact that her nipp-”
 
“Maybe it’s these legs?” Buta cut him off, making Moka gasp as she turned her head to look at her boyfriend. “These long, sexy legs? They’re too soft!”
 
“Really?” Moka’s lips trembled and Tsukune’s heart melted as she looked at him imploringly. “Tsukune! Why didn’t you tell me-” ‘SLAP!’ “AHH! Mmmm~”
 
She moaned and Tsukune turned scarlet as he watched her thick, tender thigh shake like jelly from Buta’s abuse, a bright red handprint appearing as she wiggled in both pain and arousal from her fat lover's touch.
 
“Yes, big titted pigs like you shouldn’t have such nice long legs. What’s a pussy like Tsukune supposed to do when you’re walking around all the time? It’s unsightly!” Moka whimpered as Buta took both strong hands and groped her thighs, squeezing them roughly and stroking them up and down, massaging them back to front while Tsukune watched on slack jawed.
 
“I-I’m sorry!” She gasped, face a deep pink as her juices started to visibly drip down her legs.
 
“That’s another thing!” Buta barked, grabbing the front of Moka’s skirt and flipping up so that he could get a face full of her puffy, weeping muff, her panties wedgied up between her lips lewdly as he snorted in her sweet, musky scent. “You call this a skirt? It doesn’t even cover anything you damn exhibtionist SLUT!”
 
“H-hey!” Tsukune tried to calm him down, shocked at how quickly things had escalated but faltering with both hands shooting down to grab his painfully erect cock.
 
“B-b-but it’s part of the uniFORM!” Moka’s head jolted back and she shot up onto her tiptoes as Buta took his upturned palm and spanked her on the pussy, getting a lurid ‘SPLAT’ as her eyes rolled back and a thick jet of fem-cum speared downwards between his legs.
 
“Tch, you can’t even take responsibility huh? Trying to blame the school for you dressing up like a prostitute!?”
 
Moka’s mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure as Buta subtly took one thick finger and plunged it up into her cunny, stirring it around and making her hips buck spasmodically while she creamed herself silly.
 
“That’s not it!” Tsukune shouted, squirming in agitation as he saw Moka’s ass start to shake as she writhed.
 
“Ohhh, I get it.” Buta purred, unplugging her quim and sliding his hands around her thighs, smearing juices along her flesh. “Grip your skirt you incorrigible little bitch.”
 
His sneer made her shift from foot to foot in nervous anticipation, reaching down to take the hem of her skirt at the sides and, following his gesture, drag it up and over her hips. A shaky sigh left her lips as she felt the cool breeze wash over everything and she could clearly sense Tsukune’s reluctantly hypnotised eyes as they drowned in the awe inspiring sight of her backside.
 
“I never took your “boyfriend” for such a disgusting little pervert, Moka. Then again…” Buta audibly smacked his lips as he leaned around to push his cheek into the side of her nude thigh. “I guess you can’t really blame him for obsessing over an ass like this.”
 
With a hiss he lifted his hands off her skin and clapped them onto her cheeks, squishing the silky feeling globes beneath his fingers and shaking them around, jiggling the milky fat in his palms lewdly while Moka panted and pushed backwards into his hold. He pried the cheeks apart and Tsukune felt a small spurt of cum jet out as he caught a flash of crinkled asshole, gritting his teeth while Buta bounced them together in a rapid and erotic ‘clap-clap’ before nuzzling closer.
 
“Well, Tsukune? Am I right? I’m right, right!?” He laughed cruelly before rolling out his tongue and dragging it up the side of her cheek, loudly licking her irresistible rump before biting down hard and leaving a blatant mark of ownership in the shape of his teeth, making Moka squeal and playfully slap his shoulder as she looked back at him and rubbed her bum gently against his cheek.
 
Tsukune couldn’t look away from the bite mark, the bruised skin burning itself into his mind while his focus brought out all the other small and faded marks, mostly of fingers and nails with a couple barely visible handprints thrown in for good measure.
 
Buta ignored his turmoil in favour of leaning back, scoffing at Moka’s love and lust filled eyes before rewarding her with a curled finger, one that made her squeak happily. Keeping her legs straight, the bubblegum pink babe bent at the waist and wrapped her arms around his thick neck, shuffling her feet apart slightly as she leaned in to give him a wet and sloppy smooch. The thought never occurred of how she was basically shoving her violated ass meat into Tsukune’s face, actually giving it a joyful wiggle that shook her skirt tauntingly while each cheek wobbled energetically.
 
“Mmmm~ well, Shukune?” Moka slurred, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder with hazy eyes and mewling as Buta slobbered all over her ear. “Is my b-b-butt the problem?”
 
He didn’t respond and Moka quickly forgot about him, much more interested in reaching between Buta’s legs and slipping her dainty hand down the front of his pants, finding the coiled up serpent of a cock and stroking it to awakeness.
 
“... Nipples.” Tsukune mumbled.
 
“Hah!?” Buta grunted, not really paying attention and half a second from throwing Moka over the table and breeding her.
 
“My problem, was that I could see her nipples...”
 
All motion stopped. Tsukune hesitantly lifted his head… and immediately regretted it.
 
Moka’s disappointed glare was one he didn’t ever wish to see again but there it was, burning into him as she finally stood up straight and folded her arms.
 
“My what? Tsukune! How could you say something like that, no one’s worried about something silly like my-”
 
“Now now, there’s no need to keep making the poor little virgin uncomfortable. Especially when there’s such an easy fix!” Buta’s chortle made Tsukune squirm, first in discomfort and then in irritation as he saw Moka hanging off of his every word.
 
“Really?”  She blinked at Buta owlishly, tilting her head cutely as he nodded slowly and loudly patted his lap.
 
“Really.” He purred. “Just turn around~”
 
She made to obey but clearly moved too slowly as he hurried her up with a swift and stinging ‘SMACK’, making Moka squeal as she spun around on the double before giggling as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down. She landed square in his lap, his hold sitting the curvy bitch forward so her snow coloured booty pancaked out over his bulge and thighs while his pudgy chest moulded to her back.
 
She sighed, happily cuddling into his body as Buta looked over her shoulder and sent a sickening smile right at Tsukune. The poor boy watched as slowly, tauntingly, those pudgy fingers pressed top the smooth flesh of her belly and began to stroke upwards, licking his lips as Moka moaned softly and squirmed erotically on top of him while Tsukune watched those hands rise all the way up and over her tits!
 
“There we go, all sorted~” He clamped those fingers over Moka’s breasts, making no secret of the fact that he was groping her voraciously as she sank her teeth into that juicy looking lip and moaned. “No more nipples!”
 
“Mmmm~ see, Tsukune!” She panted, breathlessly writhing as her boyfriend stared at her in horror. “Problem solved, now eat your dinner.”
 
“B-but Moka!”
 
“Eat. Your. Food.” She growled, keeping her back straight for Buta to continue moulding her funbags while she planted her feet and ground her cheeks back, rolling her hips and massaging his throbbing bulge inside the naked crack of her ass.
 
Seeing the more primal side of his girlfriend scared Tsukune into doing as he was told, knuckles turning white around his chopsticks to the point they almost snapped as he started shovelling food into his mouth. He tried to focus on chewing, but the suggestive whimpers and mewls kept him both distracted and humiliatingly hard as Buta snickered and leaned into her ear.
 
“Now that the wuss has settled down-” Moka turned to look at him from the corner of her eye, mouth open as she traced that tantalising tongue around the ring of her lips while he tweaked her stiff peaks. “Make yourself useful and give me my food.” He made sure to lock eyes with Tsukune who silently trembled. “My hands are a bit full at the moment.”
 
“Hah~ O-kay, ba-Buta.” She corrected herself at the last moment, giggling breathily as she leaned forward to pick up his bowl and chopsticks, twisting in his lap arousingly and making him grunt as she turned slightly to hold the food up to his lips. “Say aaah~”
 
Tsukune had to close his eyes at the self-satisfaction practically oozing from Buta’s skin as he opened wide and smacked his lips around the end of the sticks, slurping it sloppily while she batted her eyes and tried to feed him more. Sauce splattered down the font of her ruined white shirt and it was just as Moka went to feed him a rather intimidating chunk of meat that she felt a hand slide down from her chest and brush over her thighs.
 
Shivering in delight, the pink haired beauty spread her legs welcomingly for the sausage sized digits pawing at her mound and panties, coaxing out a fresh deluge of juices to gush around the lacey pink fabric as they hooked themselves into the waistband and started to tug. Moka almost left teeth marks in her lip from how hard she was biting as she felt the material stick to her mound, peeling off obscenely in a way that made her blood quicken as she lifted her fat ass to make it easier.
 
Once they made it past her marshmallow like thighs they slid down with ease, falling all the way to her ankles as Buta tired of her taking so long with his food, pinching the sensitive skin of her inner thighs to get her focused and making Moka jolt as she accidentally dropped the meat into the depths of her cleavage.
 
“Awuh!!” Her heartbroken voice had Tsukune’s head snapping up, finding Moka almost in tears as she looked at the sauce stained crevice of her chest. “I dropped it, I’m so sorry Buta!”
 
“Haaah…” Buta’s disappointed sigh made Tsukune’s lips curl and his skin crawl as he saw the hungry light in the bigger boy's eyes. “Really can’t do anything right, can you, big tits?”
 
“Her name, is Mok-”
 
“Ah well.” Buta ignored Tsukune’s anger shaken words, using his grip on her massive mammary to turn her torso towards him. “I guess it’ll still be warm, at least. Come ‘ere!”
 
He dove forward and Moka squealed, laughing joyfully and dropping the chopsticks to wrap her arms around Buta’s head as his face forced itself between the pale globes of her chest. Tsukune’s cock throbbed and his heart clenched, jealously watching the moment her laughter turned to moans and her pink face turned a deep enough red to match his own.
 
Moka’s arms tensed and her pussy quivered as Buta used one arm to keep her chest propped up against him while he motorboated her breasts, nose brushing her Rosario, tongue out and lashing all over the creamy melons bulging around his fat cheeks. She was soft, warm and now wet from the extra coating of saliva he’d added in his efforts to suck up all the sauce dribbled along her slopes. He eventually found the meat buried deep between them and Moka thought that was where he would stop. She was happily proven wrong though as he sucked it up in an instant and latched his lips to her throbbing nipple, sparking pleasure in her tips and making her gush as he suckled like a hungry babe right in front of her “boyfriend”.
 
“EXCUSE ME!” Said boyfriend stormed to his feet, slamming his hands on the table as the oblivious couple slowed to a stop, both breathing heavily as they looked at him uncomprehendingly while he shook. “I-I-I… am… “
 
Moka pushed a strand of hair out of her face as her thighs rubbed together, her other arm still wrapped securely around Buta’s shoulders while he wiped his mouth clean on her shirt. A single bead of sweat slid down from the valley of her breasts to roll along the lines of her stomach, tantalisingly crawling into the high riding waistband of her skirt while she panted.
 
“I… I’m… just, going. Going to the kitchen…”
 
He visibly deflated, slumping as Buta rolled his eyes and settled back in his chair. Moka straightened up atop his lap and smiled warmly in Tsukune’s direction, waving cheerily as he stumbled unsurely past her.
 
“Okay Tsukune! Keep an eye on the dessert for me, please!”
 
He didn’t respond but Moka was sure he would do as she asked. He was such a sweet boy.
 
“Huh, I wonder what was wrong with him?” She brought a lone finger up to tap against her chin as the door to the kitchen slammed shut. “What do you think?”
 
…
 
“Buta?”
 
Moka felt him shift beneath her, unceremoniously pushing her up as he got to his feet and towered over her.
 
“Um, Buta?” She sounded a lot more nervous as she turned around to find him stone faced, completely expressionless as he stepped close enough to make her bump against the edge of the table. “Is-is something wrong?”
 
His hand dropped down to the waistband of his trousers, fiddling with the front and loosening them enough to slump down down around his hips as Moka started to fidget, doe like eyes locked on his crotch as she lickled her lips.
 
“O-oh, um, here? Right now?” Her backside bumped the bowl behind her, pushing it out of the way as Buta’s bulk pressed to her front and pressured her until she was sitting fully on the table. 
 
His hips squeezed between her knees, spreading Moka wide and putting the entirety of her shame on display as she started to breathe heavier, needier, hands clutching at his front as if she could slow him down while his thick fingers stripped her panties from where they hung on her ankle.
 
“Ah, mmm~ w-wouldn't you rather do this in-in the bed? It’s just, I’m still a bit sore and TsukunMMPH!” He cut off Moka’s excuses by stuffing her panties into her mouth, muffling her cries as she stared at him with wide eyes.
 
“Girlfriend’s get to use the bed.” He finally grunted, dragging the mass buried behind his trousers out and rubbing it against her opening, a grin growing on his lips as her nostrils started to flare, eyes fluttering while her fingers tightened on his shirt.
 
He looked straight into her lust clouded eyes, blood pumping as she noisily sucked on the panties in her mouth, hoovering her arousal from the fabric and chewing to squeeze out all the flavour while he lined himself up.
 
“Now shut up and try to stay awake this time.”
 



 
Rest didn’t come easy for Tsukune. The blankets for the couch were too scratchy and the spare pillow smelt terrible. Then there were the noises. The squeaking of bed springs, thuds and animalistic groans kept him uneasy as he tried to reason just what was going in his and Moka’s bedroom but despite her recent… strangeness, he still trusted her. He didn’t trust Buta though.
 
It was just as he was sinking back into the tumultuous depths of sleep that the door to their bedroom creaked open and Tsukune’s breathing stilled. There was a creaking, like someone was checking the coast was clear before stepping out. He recognised Moka’s light footed step and it was just as he readied himself to catch her attention that he heard it, the heavy footfalls that could only belong to one person…
 
“Mmm~ Buta, no, you said you needed the bathroom!” She tried to whisper but kept giggling.
 
Tsukune kept his eyes closed, tracking their movements through the main room and around the back of the couch, where he was sleeping, as they apparently headed for the bathroom.
 
‘She’s just showing him to the bathroom, just the bathroom, just… fuck.’ He sat up, blankets spilling to the floor as he rubbed at the dark circles surrounding his eyes, only catching a glimpse of pink hair in the gloom as her ethereal amusement disappeared around the corner into the hall.
 
He was quick to get to his feet and speed up after them, slowing down to poke his head around the corner and scan for them in the dark.
 
He wished he hadn’t.
 
“Haah~ Buta, it’s right there, baby! We can play after~” Despite her protests, Moka was all too happy to tip her head back as Buta’s piggish face sniffed around the base of her throat.
 
In the gloom he looked like some monster out of a children’s book, his upper half completely bare, dripping with shadows and eyes glinting with an evil light as he pinned her to the wall. Moka, by comparison, looked like some fairy tail princess. Granted, a princess dressed in nothing but a long pink night shirt that shimmered around the tops of her thighs, but still. Her bust pressed clearly against the fabric and Tsukune uncomfortably noticed the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, as evidenced by the long, stiff peaks trying their best to tear out into the open.
 
Buta’s lips latched onto her sensitive skin and Moka moaned as he licked and nipped his way around her throat, dropping his hand onto the outside of her thigh and sliding it up, her shirt bunching up around his hand as he stroked towards her hip. Tsukune felt himself start to stiffen as Moka arched her body against Buta’s chest, pancaking her breasts against the brutish boy while lifting the same lithe leg he was caressing to hug his waist.
 
His rough hand followed her thigh around to slide over the curve of her rump, giving it a familiar greedy squeeze that made her squirm against him as he came up to hold her by the small of her back before pulling. Moka moulded to him, all too eager for his touch as she unknowingly turned her head to face Tsukune. Her eyes were closed, lost in the sensation of Buta’s sloppy lips nibbling at that special spot beneath her ear that drove her wild.
 
She refused to be distracted though, a dangerous thrill making her heart flutter as she waited for him to relax minutely before slipping away like an eel, dashing towards the bathroom door with a laugh while he snarled and rushed after her like a bull.
 
A smile lit up her gorgeous face just as she was about to reach the door, his thunderous weight right behind her and as she reached for the handle he pounced, slamming into her from behind and driving Moka flat up against the door. Breathlessly she felt her nipples scrape along the wood, sending a tingle down from her chest to her core as he snorted at the nape of her neck and growled.
 
Obediently, submissively, Moka straightened her legs, keeping her torso to the door as she quirked her hips, pushing her ass back to rub against his bulge and purring as she felt him sink into the plushness of her derriere. There was nothing dry about the heat between her legs as Moka felt him grab a cheek in each hand and spread, allowing him to slip the meat of his bulge up against her asshole and grind while she breathlessly moaned a musical of approval.
 
“Almost there~” She whispered, blindly reaching out to switch on the light with eyes becoming heated as she turned the handle that sent them tumbling through the door.
 
She almost went crashing face first into the tiles but Buta caught her, his thick palm wrapping around to cover her mouth as he gripped her by the face and wrenched, jerking her around with a yelp and forcing her to stare into his animalistic glare. Instead of cowering though, she giggled, eyes lighting up above where his hand covered her lips while she gave his palm a loving lick, moaning as he pulled away and smeared his spit covered hand across her cheek.
 
Moka wrapped her arms around his wide neck, still stepping back and coaxing him after her, leaning in close to kiss along his jaw and whisper meaningless sweet nothings into his ear. The backs of her knees banged against the edge of the toilet seat and Moka fell with a wordless cry onto the plastic, tits wobbling around heftily beneath her night shirt. Her meaty ass hit the throne with a meaty ‘CLAP’ and Buta stared down at her sprawled out figure with desire and contempt.
 
She looked back at him, gaze full of warmth and an equal desire as she nibbled at her lip and reached forward tentatively. Not hearing anything to tell her no, Moka hurried to sink her fingers into his waistband, her knuckles grazing the weight of his belly while she grabbed onto his boxer shorts with a hunger and pulled.
 
They came away easily, sliding all the way down his legs to pool around his feet where he effortlessly kicked them to the side. With nothing to keep it pinned, Buta’s baseball bat of a cock unfurled to flick up with a meaty ‘THWAP’ that struck Moka on the chin and had her seeing stars, it's spongy tip rubbing against the soft tissue of her throat where it could feel her gulp as her mouth started to water. She wasn’t trying to hide it either, delicate hands climbing up to try and wrap around the girth of his schlong, only to come up short as its sheer width exceeded both hands.
 
“Hello~” She cooed, lips puckering to lay a soft and loving smooch on the tip that had it jerking angrily beneath her fingers, the veins going wild as she used her plump cock pillows to massage it gently around the slit.
 
Moka pulled away reluctantly before looking back up at Buta, her smooth cleavage shining out the inadequately sized window of her shirt while she beamed at him and fluttered her eyelashes.
 
“Bathroom first…” She whispered, scooting back and smushing all that ass meat tight up against the rear of the seat. There was a lot of ass though, and when she went to spread her legs out to the side it only revealed a small opening the size of a fist between her thick thighs.
 
That didn’t stop Moka though, her silky palms stroking his length eagerly and coaxing it eagerly as she tilted that musky behemoth down to aim between her legs. One hand came away to reach for the hem of her shirt and she made sure to lock eyes with Buta as she gripped it between thumb and forefinger and lifted, showing off her dewy slit and the sexiness of her figure as her pale thighs and stomach pushed against one another.
 
She kept dragging it up, giving him a clear view of her abdomen and belly button before stopping just below the globes of her breasts, the full and round undersides of those milky watermelons just sitting there, begging for his touch and she knew it drove him wild.
 
“Come on, I know you're full to bursting.” She prodded him with a voice like honey, licking her lips as her thumb rubbed across the tip of his cock, making him flex as he growled and bent forward to grab onto the back of the toilet. “Just let it out, let it allll out.”
 
Her stroking sped up and Moka felt something building, the fat vein on the underside of his cock throbbing wildly. It only needed one small push and it came in the form of her sweet pink tongue, a drop of saliva dangling from the nub as it slid forward and pushed into his slit.
 
Buta growled, hunching forward over her head as it started with a trickle of steamy, yellow liquid that quickly became a torrent. Moka cheered him on and struggled to push the unnaturally thick pipe down, just managing to aim the head between her legs and sighing in delight as it poured between her thighs into the water below. It stunk, a cloud of acrid urine that drove her fucking crazy with lust as she leaned back and posed for his viewing pleasure, shirt still just barely covering her nipples as she rolled her hips, cooing as the occasional droplet of boiling hot piss struck her inner thighs while her pussy wept.
 
“Mhmm~ there’s soooo much, Buta, you’re amazing!”
 
It was sooner than she would have liked and Moka pouted as the last few spurts splashed down, using her hand to wank him vigorously and coax out the remaining drops. The tip relaxed and then jolted forward as Buta jerkily thrust his hips towards her and Moka took the hint.
 
“Ehehe, you need me to clean you up, baby? Come here, come to Moka…”
 
A groan left his throat as she stretched her tongue out as far as it would go and licked, pressing hard against the underside of his shaft and tracking her way up in a way that made his shaft flex. She pulled back, teasingly edging away so that the strand of pearly saliva stretched between her muscle and his shaft before feeling it snap and splatter down her chin. She looked up at him, peering around his girth with those big, beautiful eyes and holding him there as she went back to attack him.
 
Moka craned her head like a cat with every lick, noisily lapping away and moaning at the salty taste, still stained with dregs of her own stale arousal while her hand stroked the bottom half of his shaft. Her palm went higher, twisting and jerking his cock while she brought her lips to the tip, built up a mouthful of slobber and drooled, drizzling his helmet in all her warm, slippery goodness before cooing as it trickled down to where her palm could spread it all down his length.
 
“Mwah!” She kissed the tip, giggling as it pressed demandingly against her lips.
 
She couldn’t resist him even if she tried and so Moka let him in, breathing in deep through her nose while he stretched her lips into an obscene ‘O’ with his sheer size, hissing as he felt her juicy pillows rolling around the sensitive skin of his tip before sliding in with a wet ‘schlip’ that made his hairs stand on end.
 
He didn’t hold back and Moka didn’t ask him too, keeping her back straight and her teeth apart for him to scrape along the top of her mouth while she lashed around him with her tongue, tickling the sides and bottom before actively pushing forward with her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. 
 
“Glurk~glurk~HLURK!” 
 
Spit spilled from the corners of her mouth, sinking into the top of her shirt as she bobbed her head back and forth passionately, slurping as she gave him the messiest blowjob of her life. Moka thought she was getting through to him, intensifying her efforts to show the best of her absolute devotion and love for the well hung stud putting such a delicious ache in her jaw.
 
Buta started to thrust, shaking Moka where she sat as he pulled out an inch and pushed in two, slowly gaining ground as she gagged and felt him break through into the sanctity of her throat. The burn he left behind made her thighs clench, her hand slipping down from his shaft to squeeze between her legs and stroke the wetness of her cleft while she pushed forward as best she could.
 
Five inches, six, seven, she kept going, gobbling all that thick, yummy cock meat while he grunted and started pumping harder, only stopping when he felt her nose in his pubes and those plump lips against his base where she began to hum.
 
The pleasure of her vibrating cock slot made him hiss and then gasp as she locked her lips tight and swallowed. His hips bucked, bouncing off her face while she managed to moan around him with her mouth muffled as it was. His fingers threaded their way through that bubblegum hair, taking a fearsome hold against her scalp on both sides as she used the muscles of her throat to massage him in her molten hot embrace, gargling the root of his cock with gusto.
 
Buta pushed on her head, dragging her resistant skull away from his balls and moaning as she tried her best to scrape him clean on the way back. She wasn’t making it easy though and when she sucked him hard, harder than she ever had, his grip slipped and she rammed herself back to the base, squealing loudly in delight around his dick and stretching her tongue out to tickle his balls from below
 
“Ooft, you’re getting ahead of yourself!” Buta snarled and flexed, this time easily managing to tear her mouth up to the halfway point of his cock before burying HIMSELF back to the base inside of her throat.
 
Moka choked, violently, lungs burning as he repaid her devotion with a skull fucking that made her vision blurry, tears spilling from her eyes as she gave up on sucking his soul from his body and instead just tried to stay conscious from the brutal pace of his length blitzing her hole.
 
“HLRK-GLACK-HUWACH!” Moka retched as spit, snot and the salty touch of her tears made a fucked silly mess of her beautiful face.
 
“Busty bitch, stop acting so goddamn cocky!” Buta grunted, knees bending so that he could pummel her throat even harder, her forehead smacking against his belly rolls with every pump and his balls spanking her on the chin and neck as they swung wildly between his legs. 
 
His size visibly stretched out her throat and Moka’s legs spasmed as a surprise orgasm tore through her body, fingers rapidly flicking her clit to drag it out for as long as possible while her juices splashed onto and over the toilet seat, wetting Buta’s toes as he pressed his palm to her forehead and pushed her all the way off his shaft with her throat making a gruesome “SCHLURP-GAH!” on the way back.
 
Something hooked into the hem of her nightshirt and Moka dutifully held her arms up straight for him to drag it off and toss it carelessly to the side, her breasts bouncing salaciously as the material caught on them and lifted each orb towards her chin before being suddenly released. 
 
“Look at you, you’re a fucking disgrace, is my cock really worth acting like such a brainless spunk addict!?” He wiped his shaft degradingly all over her lips and cheeks, coating her in slime as she moaned.
 
“MMMMM~ yessss, oh pleeeeease!” She pleaded, trying to kiss his helmet before Buta jerked it back and cock slapped her across the face.
 
“Then work for it, come on bimbo, get those tits up and make love to my fat fucking dick!” He waved it in front of her face, making sure she could smell the damp musk of his shaft before pulling away as she tried to get a taste.
 
With a whimper she did as he asked, her entirely nude figure squirming on top of the toilet seat as she took her pussy juice drenched fingers and sunk them into her tits, lifting the watermelon sized globes like they were nothing and clamping them around his shaft.
 
Buta threw his head back and moaned at the feeling of his entire length, bar the tip, being ensconced in soft, warm breast meat, her entire chest conforming around him as she moaned happily and shook them madly against his shaft. Moka saw his face and wanted to do more, flexing her muscles and crushing her tits around Buta to increase his pleasure before slowly, sensually stroking them up as far as she could go and slamming them back down.
 
All that slobber lubricated her cleavage to perfection and Moka set to work sliding her self up and down with an almost manic vigour, fingers teasing her nipples as she took each handful of breast and wanked him off furiously until a steady trickle of pre-cum started squeezing out the tip. She leaned forwards, swallowing the tip with a lewd “nom” and beginning to circle around his glans with her tongue in a way that made his balls clench form the pleasure.
 
His hips started jerking, sweat beading on his brow as Buta leaned back and humped up into the pillowy undersides of her tits, the rhythmic ‘plap-plap-plap’ pushing him closer to the edge as he fucked her chest with an animalistic fury.
 
“Gah-gah-gah~ splah, sh-sh-see, Buta! You like them, right? You said it yourself, I have such b-b-big, fat titties. They f-fell really good around your yummy d-d-dick, right? So, so I should be your girlfriend, then you can use them whenever you want!”
 
Her words came out in a weird combination of begging and bragging, the sounds interrupted by the constant push of his cock between her lips while she puckered up and stroked him off with her chest even faster.
 
“Don’t-HNNGH- fool yourself!” Buta grunted, sneering into her desperate look and leaning closer to start hammering away at her slippery valley. “If I saw your pornstar booty walking in front of me, it wouldn’t matter where or what we were. In the street, the classroom, the halls or anywhere on campus! I’d still have you down on your knees in the mud with your tits around my cock and your mouth open to receive my spunk!”
 
He fucked harder and Moka groaned at the bruising force being transferred into her milk bags, their surface covered in never ending ripples.
 
“You think I need you to be my girlfriend!? These tits are MINE!” He reached down and knocked her hand out of the way, gripping her nipple and twisting it until she screamed and splattered more juices down into the bowl.
 
“These lips are mine!” He shoved her skull back and forced his entire fist into her mouth, feeling her grunt as saliva gushed out around and between his fingers.
 
“Your ass!?” Moka squealed as he dragged her by the head off of the toilet, dropping her painfully onto her knees in the chaotic mixture of liquids splashed across the floor and reaching down to slide a finger down her crack and dig, her eyes shooting wide as he sunk his finger all the way up to the third knuckle in her asshole while his cock returned to her mouth.
 
“This!”
 
“Hnnnghk!”
 
“IS!”
 
“Hluk!”
 
“MINE!”
 
“GLURK!”
 
With a bitch conquering roar Buta tore himself away from her lips and tits and came, rapidly beating his meat as he took the quickly swelling, dilating tip and pressed it flush to her nostrils, releasing blast after blast of viscous cum chunks up into Moka’s nose until she was drowning in jizz.
 
She snorted, coughed, gagged, choked, but no matter how hard she fought he wouldn’t let her go, grinning maniacally and keeping her trapped as he unloaded the entire contents of his orgasm up into her sinuses so that it could drip down into the friction burned tunnel of her throat.
 
His orgasm finally died and Buta stepped back, snickering as Moka whirled around to stick her face into the toilet and vomit up a tidal wave of spunk, a vile sneeze sending a few strands shooting form her nose as she dragged in lungful after lungful of air to try and catch her breath.
 
But Buta wasn’t done.
 
His hand wrapped around her hip, treating it as the natural handhold it was for him to haul her ass up off the floor onto shivering legs, her knees immediately bowing together as she weakly propped herself up on her arms while her hair trailed down into the porcelain, almost touching the water as she gagged.
 
“That’s right, face down.” His palm pressed between her shoulder blades and shoved, jerking her down until her breasts pressed uncomfortably to the seat. “Ass UP!” ‘SLAP!’
 
His hand slid over her cheek in a sharp, stinging smack that had Moka instinctively sticking her wobbling backside up higher, waving unsteadily in the air before he grabbed both hip bones and ground himself against her ass, hot dogging her porcelain cheeks and sending tingles up her spine from the way his girth scraped over her asshole.
 
“Hu-GACK, oh gaaaaaawd.” Moka groaned, jizz still hanging from her nostrils as Buta smacked his slimy helmet against those mouthwatering cheeks, leaving splotches against the flesh.
 
“That’s right, I’m your God.” Buta dug the end of his cock through the crevice of her cunny, a thick buildup of cream dripping from around the edges where he positioned himself at her entrance. “And you? You’re my big titted priestess, now stop your fucking grumbling and PREACH!”
 
With an awe-inspiring flex Buta drove himself in deep, sheathing his cock all the way to the base in her tunnel while Moka threw her head back and howled. Pussy juice sprayed like a sprinkler from her gash, her eyes rolling back as a mind crushing orgasm robbed the breath from her lungs until she was stuck there screaming in silent pleasure. His balls swung forward to slap against her clit with a gooey ‘SPLAT’ and they found a rhythm, following the momentum of Buta drawing all the way back until the only thing stretching her out was his thick tip before he blasted himself forward and impaled her once more.
 
Pudgy fingers left bruises in her hips as he squeezed her generous curves and used them to catapult her back and forth on his cock, cackling evilly as her wails echoed around inside the toilet and the tips of her hair touched the smelly yellow water. Moka tried to pull herself away but her back refused to straighten beneath the onslaught currently turning her legs to jelly, feeling her nipples harden and spark as they rubbed frantically against the plastic below.
 
Buta’s hips clapped off her ass, bouncing her cheeks around with ease as he hunched forward and squatted over her slumped figure, drilling just as much downwards as he was forwards before snarling and slapping her on the side of her face.
 
“Wake the fuck up bimbo, what did I say! PREACH! PREACH ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU LOVE ME COCK!”
 
He slapped her again, getting a mindless gargle as Moka tried to see through the tears and puffiness of her eyes, shaking her head to clear the snot and cum from her airways as she fought to obey.
 
“HNNNNNGH, fuuuuuh~ B-B-Buta, it’s amazing! Please, more, MORE, IT’S SO gooooooood~”
 
“I know it’s good you dumb cunt!” He seethed, raining down a series of punishing blows onto her ass cheeks that turned them a bright, cherry red while she yelped with every blow. “Tell me how it means everything to you, how you can’t live without my dick tearing up your insides, how you want to spend the rest of your life servicing! MY! COCK!”
 
“AAAAAAHHHH, PLEEEEEASE!” Moka screamed, uncaring of who might hear as he took two thick fingers and roughly jammed them back into her ass, rapidly finger banging her anus as she ahegao’d and squirted.
 
“It’s so biiiig, it’s so big Buta I can barely take it but I need it, you’re crushing my wooooomb and it hurts so much that I looooove it!”
 
Her moans turned to sobs, the ecstasy overloading her brain as her mouth hung wide open and her tongue waved around thoughtlessly. Buta grunted and tilted his hips back, changing his angle of attack so that instead of pushing down he was fucking up, lifting a squealing Moka onto her toes while she grit her teeth until foam started to spill from the corners of her mouth.
 
Gasping, Buta felt her slacken in his grip and growled, reaching forward to wrap her long hair around his fist and yank, dragging her back to life with a screech as her legs kicked and she slapped the toilet desperately.
 
“You love it? Show me. Tighten. Tighten, tighten, tighten, tighten-”
 
He smacked her ass, pulled her hair and Moka tensed, her core tightening the best it could as she arched her back and threw that fat milky ass back against him, ramming herself till he hilted with a sloppy ‘SQUELCH’ to the sound of his chanting, taunting her, egging the busty babe on to defile her own guts with his size while she squeezed down with all her might.
 
“Yesssssss!” He crowed, suddenly plunging himself balls deep and staying there as Moka spasmed and struggled to think through the fog of warmth numbing her brain.
 
His arms wrapped around her, dragging Moka up slightly to press against his flabby, sweaty chest, their skin rubbing together as she gasped and tried to find her voice.
 
“”I’ll, I-I-I’ll do anything for you, Buta.” She swore, catching his attention as she covered his arms with her own. “I’ll be anything you want me to be, I’ll do anything, anywhere! I-I-I love you!”
 
She shuddered, squirming enticingly against him and making sure to grind her sexy body all over the front of his while he tried to hold her still.
 
“...You know what I want?” His voice stopped all her movement, Moka listening to his words with an almost insane devotion as he leaned over her shoulder and pushed their cheeks together.
 
“W-what?” She whispered, gulping at the severity in his tone.
 
“I want…” His lips pressed to her ear, making her shiver.
 
“To breed you…”
 
“Oh god.” His hips shifted and Moka whimpered, his monster cock stirring up her honey pot while her leg muscles twitched jerkily from the sensation.
 
“I want your big fat tits to get even bigger, all swollen and sloshing about with milk…” His fingers wrapped around her breasts and squeezed, making a milking motion that had her dripping anew all over the floor.
 
“Please…” She mewled.
 
“I want to keep you on a leash inside the classroom, and whenever I get a stiffy I want you bent over my desk, ready and waiting for me to sink myself into your loose, sloppy pussy and fuck you till I’m bored, becauise that’s what you are. A toy, a snug hole to use and abuse as much as I want.”
 
“I’d let you~” Moka gasped as he pulled back and pushed into her again slowly with a loud, wet ‘SCHLICK’.
 
“Then?” He carried on, ignoring the sounds falling from her mouth. “When you were all big and puffy, pregnant with my child? When I’d fucked every hole you have to my heart's content? I’d put you to work.” He was on a roll, never changing his pace as he teasingly fucked in and out. “I’d lend you out to all our classmates, for favours, for money or just because I could. I’d have a fresh, new busty bitch like Kurumu or Mizore bouncing in my lap while I watched your fat, milky breasts and swollen preggers belly sway beneath you as they fucked you like dogs on your hands and knees for my amusement.”
 
“Oh nooooo~” She moaned, turning to look into his cruel, sadistic eyes as he twisted her head towards him. “P-please, Buta, you don’t have to do that. I can make you happy, I love you-”
 
“And you know what, Moka?” Her eyes widened as, for the first time, he used her name, caressing her cheek sweetly with his thumb. “The difference between me and Tsukune? What makes me, me and him, well… him? Is that what I want, I get.”
 
His hand left her cheek and stretched forward. It looked like it was moving in slow motion, fingers touching the handle and pushing it down, causing the machine to whip up a torrent of water that came launching out of the spouts like a waterfall to wash away all the acrid yellow piss muddying up the bowl. Moka looked at him, her heart fluttering as she felt him twitch inside her tunnel while she drank in the features of his face.
 
“Take a deep breath.”
 
She thought she hadn’t heard him right. Then she felt herself being effortlessly folded, time speeding back up as her face went flying down to crash into the now full bowl with a mighty ‘SPLASH’, the jets swirling the water around her head as it sunk into her hair crawled up her nose and muffled her tight lipped cries. Moka struggled, ass shaking, tits wobbling as she tried to break free but Buta just moaned and started to fuck.
 
The soft pace from before vanished as it became all about his own completion, Moka’s fluttering cunt and panicked squirming only milking him harder as he pounded her pussy from behind. He could feel his nuts starting to thrum, his orgasm right around the corner as he felt his tip stabbing at her cervix, trying to dent the gates to her womb and make good on his promise to pump her full of his children
 
Moka was panicking, the water sapping her vampire strength while her lungs and nose burned. She could hear her heart hammering in her ears, wild and primal as she felt her instinctive need for survival clashing with the ecstasy exploding from her cunt. It was like a fireworks show, every crash of his hips against her backside and scrape of his girth across her G-spot making her cunny screw tighter around him, lovingly massaging his length while the fog in her mind became a warm and all encompassing blanket.
 
The world outside her body started to fade away, the feeling vanishing from her limbs to the point she couldn't tell if she was still fighting. She could still feel him though, his fingertips like stars in the night sky on her hip, his digits in her ass sending out wave after wave of pussy creaming light and his cock. It was like a beacon, and without the rest of her body, that was what she focused on.
 
Buta’s pumping sped up, reaching the last stretch as his pipe began to widen, the tip dilating as his balls throbbed warningly.
 
Moka felt him slow, speed disappearing as that divine pillar forcibly reshaped her insides once, twice, a third time…
 
Then he stopped.
 
And Moka’s mind exploded.
 
She didn’t even notice as he tore her out of the water, her lungs screaming and unloading a gallon of toilet water from her lips as she spluttered and heaved. No, all she could feel was it.
 
“FUUUUCK, YES! TAKE IT, TAKE IT, TAKE IT! YOU CURVY, AIRHEADED BIMBO, TAKE MY FUCKING SEED AND GET!”
 
‘SLAP!’
 
“FUCKING!”
 
‘SLAP!”
 
“BRED!”
 
Buta hilted himself at the entrance of her womb, shuddering and groaning as his balls pressed between her silky smooth, plump thighs, their thickness cushioning him as he busted the fattest nut of his life. It went off like a burst fire hydrant, spraying with supernatural force into the depths of Moka’s unsullied womb as she gurgled mindlessly and pissed both molten fem-cum and actual piss all down her legs, shivering wildly while her toes curled and she seized in his arms through the throes of a soul changing orgasm.
 
Warmth filled her, his baby making cream giving her eggs no chance to resist as it flooded her womb to bursting, inflating her stomach until it visibly showed and leaving her fully slumped over in his arms. Already it was leaking out of her slit, the volume too much for her to hold as the pressure of her overstuffed cunt forced it to splatter down the insides of her thighs.
 
Moka numbly noted his arms letting go, allowing her to fall to the floor in a boneless heap of curves and spunk stuffed cum slut. The last thoughts of her shattered mind were of Buta, stroking out a last spurt of cum onto the twitching sole of her foot while she just lay there, shivering in a pool of her own obscene juices.
 
She must have passed out, because when she woke up she heard the shower running. 
 
Without really thinking she began to crawl, maybe towards the kitchen, maybe to bed, exhaustion slowing her to a snail's pace as she dragged herself while leaving a slimy trail on the floor behind her.
 
Idly, she noted the sound of the shower stopping, just as her hand pressed to the wood of the door to make it swing open. Instinctive warmth spread down from her chest to her guts as slow, wet, heavy footfalls fell somewhere behind her, slowly stepping closer as she finally looked up.
 
She found Tsukune. He looked like he hadn’t slept a wink, just… sat there. Chin on his knees, arms folded around his legs as he looked back at her with a dead stare.
 
Moka heard the steps stop between her legs, a shadow caused by the bathroom light falling over her as she met her boyfriend's stare and smiled warmly, understandingly.
 
“Hey, Tsukune…” Her voice came out hoarse, vocal cords strained as meaty fingers dug into her legs and lifted her up onto her hands and knees. “I have some really good news!”
 
He looked at her, not a single emotion to be seen as Moka licked her lips and brought a hand underneath herself to rub the bulge in her belly.
 
“I’m…”
 
Something pressed to her entrance, something big, but neither of them broke eye contact as whatever it was took aim.
 
“I think..” Her smile turned radiant as the first rays of morning sunlight broke through the window and over her angelic face. “I think…
 
“I’m pregnant!”
 
‘SQUELCH’

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