Jirou-2
(CHAPTER BREAK)
Momo's parents had gone out on a romantic night out at Emilio's suggestion. They always seemed to agree to whatever Emilio told them to do, which Momo chalked up to her boyfriend's natural charisma. So both her and Lio had the mansion to themselves.
A black car rolled up to the entrance of Momo's mansion. Momo got out of the car and helped her friend out of it in turn. Momo took a deep breath, she had texted Lio to warn him about Kyoka coming. She hoped they'd get along, she didn't want to have to choose between a friend and a lover.
Momo waddled towards her front door and slowly opened it.
"He should be just inside..." Momo said, as a time she was both anticipating and dreading moved closer and closer.
Emilio was relaxing in the couch, reading a book as he perked up, hearing the door open. He had gotten a text from Momo that her friend was coming over and she wanted to meet him. Smiling, the brown haired boy got up and trotted into the front room. “Momo you’re home!” He said, beaming as he went up and embraced the heavy set schoolgirl with his head in her bosom, and his hands going to honk and squeeze her backside.
And Kyoka was stunned. Yep, thats him. The same kid.
Meaning Momo was… that same girl from last week!!
“Hello there.” Emilio said with a smile, patting Momo on the butt that would have made Kyoka livid if it was Mineta or Kaminari doing that. “You must be Momo’s friend Kyoka right? I’m Emilio. Emilio Prince, nice to meet you!” He said with perfect Japanese and holding out his hand.
(go ahead, shake it) the voice in Kyoka’s head said to her.
Momo sighed as Emilio gave her her daily squeeze on the ass. She could see from Kyoka's expression that she was just as amazed at how handsome he was as she had been when she had first met him. The fact that she also shook his hand as soon as he offered it was also a good sign.
"H-hi..." Kyoka said, feeling a little shaken and not quite understanding why she was shaking Emilio's hand right now, "Uh you're...younger than I thought you'd be..."
Kyoka had wanted to scream out why Momo was dating someone who looked like a kid. However it only came out as that slightly puzzled mutter. She was feeling...strange...
"Oh right," Momo said, chucking to herself, "I always forget about how we look to other people. He's just such a gentleman though I never give it a second thought."
Emilio beamed and chuckled. “I get that a lot. Well, because I am only 12 and all.” The boy shrugged. “Enough of that, how about I give ya a tour Miss…?”
“Jirou Kyoka.” Momo finished for him.
“Jirou. Please, I’d be happy to show you around.” He said as he guided the punk rock girl along as he looked back. “Gotta say, love the school uniforms UA put out.”
“T-thanks I Guess.” Kyoka murmured. “So, you’re a gentleman huh?” She asked as Smilio nodded.
“I am.” As he guided them to the kitchen and living room, complete with a TV present and a wide and spacious couch. “Care for any refreshments befofe we continue the rest of the downstairs?” He asked, going to the counter to whip up something.
(accept it. He’s offering you a drink or food.) said the voice in her head.
“Hey Momo… I need to ask…” she got her phone out, taking a deep breath and showing the picture of that pregnant looking brunette and that very familiar kid. “This is you isn’t it?” She inquired.
"S-sure that'd be cool..." Kyoka said, suddenly feeling a bit peckish, she turned back to Momo, "This is you and Emilio right?"
"Oh...well I suppose the cat's out of the bag..." Momo said, blushing a little, "Yes that is me and Lio...oh that's what Emilio asked me to call him."
"But this woman she's....you're...." Kyoka pointed to Momo's enormous and pregnant looking stomach. Momo just smiled at her.
"I'm not that pregnant...yet..." Momo said, in that strange flirtatious tone, "Let's just say...well Lio cooks some wonderful dishes...as you'll soon find out..."
Kyoka gulped. “R-right, I’ll only have a few though. My wuirk can’t be benefited from well, extra BMI like you or Fatgum, no offsense”. The punk rock girl said as Emilio was finished preparing a nice smoothie.
“Here ya go, a cookies and cream smoothie.” He said with a big time smile. Thanks to her being distracted from showing Momo the photo in her phone, he was able to add some of the same drugs he used on Momo in the cookies…
(take it. Guzzle it all up) the voice said.
That’s right, Emilio was said to have a quirk. One responsible for placing that tatto on her belly.
“Thanks,” Kyoka took it. “So ummm… I wouldn’t mind trying some of those dishes out. But I wanna know, is your quirk like, involving tattoos and stuff?” She asked as she sipped. And her eyes lit up.
She wasn’t going to finish this, least not before. But now?
Emilio smiled like the cat with the canary as Kyoka began to chug it all down.
Kyoka continued to drink down some of the smoothie. And then a little more....and a little more. She couldn't help herself, it was really really delicious. She even forgot about the question she had asked Emilio it was so damn good!
"Good isn't it?" Momo said, "Emilio has such a way with sweets~"
"Hmmmm...." Kyoka said, as a warm smile crossed her face and her eyes became half lidded. Then she snapped herself out of her strange trance...mostly. She realized she had managed to chug down the entire smoothie in seconds, and a strange heat was starting to build up inside of her, "Y-yeah...he's pretty good."
Kyoka twiddled one of her jacks with a finger as she blushed.
Emilio chuckled. “Come then. Let’s continue our tour and-oh! I almost fogot.” He went over to the counter, taking a vat of brownie batter and placing it in an oiled up pan and placing it in the oven. “Sorry, I do baking as a hobby. Hehe.” He winked as he turned on the timer for The brownies. Drug laced brownies used for the same purpose as he did Momo.
“I’m glad you like him Kyoka!” Momo beamed, smiling greatly. “Come, we must show the stage where I practice dancing for him!”
“You wanna show her that? Okay babe.” Emilio said with a pat to her rump, and a kiss on her arm. “Heck, maybe one day Kyoka can be a dance partner.”
Dance partner?
He guided them into a room, and there was a stage..: with a pole in the middle of it. And on the floor was American dollar bills. Along with a laptop and speakers close by for audio.
Wait, this looks like…
Kyoka could smell the brownies, and it made her mouth water. She hadn't been hungry before she came here but right now she wanted nothing more than to bite down on one of those brownies.
Those thoughts were (temporarily) suppressed when she saw what looked like...a room with a stripper pole in it! Momo couldn't mean...she didn't...not the Momo she knew.
"I've gotten quite good at it," Momo said stepping towards the poll and placing a hand on it. "It's wonderful exercise~."
"Momo you don't mean you...." Kyoka blushed and gulped. Surely a week with this guy wasn't enough to...
"Lio darling, you choose a nice track, perhaps that one you said makes people want to dance~" Momo winked at him. It was clear she wanted Kyoka as a dance partner sooner rather than later.
Emilio winked. “Gladly. Have a seat Kyoka.” He gathered up some of the dollar bills off the floor and handed some to Kyoka.
“Hang on like, you’re tossing money away, and if Yaomomo made them that’s like. Super against the law and-“
“Look at the bills Kyoka.” Emilio dryly commented. The purple haired girl obliged…
And in the center in place of some American President it’s just… a winking Emilio face.
“Oh. They’re fake.” She toned. So… fake money being tossed around.
This… could be fun, she supposed, looking back to Momo as she got onto the stage.
“Give us a strip tease while you’re at it too Momo dear.” Emilio smirked, sitting on the couch as he patted the spot beside him, winking towards Kyoka. The girl blushed.
(go ahead, sit beside him)
And he reached to the laptop, and tapped on a tune.
“Go down to your undies, and give us a show big girl. At the rate you’re gaining weight, you will crush London Bridge.” Emilio winked and Kyoka’s mind went to utter chaos.
One hand wanted to strangle this pervy foreigner. The other… wanted to agree with him. Seeing Yaomomo getting curvier and plumper..:
(just nestle beside him)
Kyoka blushed, sitting beside him with her legs bunched together as the music began to play.
Oh Shit!! the music began. Oh god. Crass American hip hop. Her parents HATE that.
Momo quickly did as she was told, taking off her skirt and shirt to show off her extremely heavy body. She quickly grabbed onto the poll and began to wiggle her ass back and forth, making her entire body shake. She undulated against the poll as she showed off her larger breasts and ass, making sure to make her belly shake like how Emilio liked it. Her movements clearly showed she was very well practiced in dancing to these beats.
Kyoka gulped and quickly realized that she was sitting very close to Emilio now. The lewd lyrics seemed to thump inside her head, the double meanings and beat bouncing around in her brain. It was so crass, so weird.
Yet she couldn't stop her butt from moving from side to side as she listened to it.
Her eyes were fixed on Momo, somehow she was making having so much extra weight on her seem....sexy. She looked down at her thin body, and felt an odd pang of jealousy in her chest.
Emilio was biting his lip as he leaned back, seeing Momo dance like a whore before him. His bulge was evident in his shorts as he orsssed his fist down on it, to hold it back and stimulate it all the rams through his shorts and undies.
(shake your milkshakes) The voice came in Momo’s head.
He gulped, and he can head a light groaning as he can see Kyoka biting her lip, swaying lightly in her seat as her eyes bounced up and down with Momo’s curves.
(Yes. You like her fattened body don’t you. Makes you wish… you had your own. You string bean) it mocked her. (don’t you want to have a body of a MILF, as a hero? As a teenager no less?)
Emilio was feeling his heart quicken as he saw Momo get on all fours now, prowling towards them on the stage as he tossed the fake money her way, showering her like prostitute.
Meow~" Momo pawed forward and shook her huge breasts making them jiggle about. She grabbed the bills and started stuffing them into her cleavage and fat folds. Kyoka gulped at the sight of it. The swaying of those soft pillows was better than any sort of hypnotist's pendulum.
She looked down at her own body, skinny, unappealing. She was a damn string bean, Kyoka wanted a body like...like Momo. She felt a strange desire to get bigger, to be big like Momo and to become...pregnant?! She shook her head and rubbed her temples, this music was getting to her.
The music...she was obviously shifting in her seat now. The beats from the music causing her to want to shake her ass and show it off like Momo was with her body.
Emilio was biting his lip as she showered her in bills. “Now let’s see ya squat down and motorboat me.” He said softly, groping her tits in front of Kyoka, feeling more bolder and aroused by the second.
Kyoka was breathing harder and harder, her thighs rubbing together as she saw Momo’s large melon get grabbed and massaged. And her eyes.,. Saw the writing bulge.
That tent in his pants rising more and more…
And then the song ended. And the next one played.
“Well well… how fitting.” The American cooed. “Let’s see ya dance Momo girl…”
Kyoka was biting her lip, looking to Momo and Emilio… as her belly grumbled a bit. Jeez… she’s getting a bit hungry. But those brownies are nowhere near done yet!
Momo squatted down and pressed her tits right against Emilio's face, covering her boyfriend's entire head in her titanic titties. She moaned as he groped her tits and saw his bulge. She turned and started to shake her ass from side to side, showing Emilio her "milkshake"
Kyoka felt like she should say something, talk about how degrading this looked. Yet her eyes wandered to the bulge in Emilio's pants. She could see it writhe and the fabric creak, it was like an animal locked up in a too small cage. As the next song started up she felt her heart beat in time with the music. Her mouth watered as she felt a desire for milkshakes well up inside her.
However, another desire had infected her too. She wanted to...she wanted to dance. This music wasn't her, it wasn't even close to what she liked yet...god there was something addictive about the rhythm. She tried to stop from shaking her ass but...but...
"Kyoka~" Momo said, as she shook her enormous ass from side to side, "Do you want to give Lio as dance too~?"
(you do. You want to. Your want to sit yourself on his lap and bounce on him. Do you) the voice said as Kyoka stood up.
“I… I dunno I … this is all so… heated and messed up and… and… haaa…” the punk rock girl panted as she licked her lips and Emilio smiled.
“It’s okay Kyoka. You can sit on my lap. You can get a first row seat of Momo’s Momos.” Emilio teased with a rub of the brunette’s bosom.
Momo’s Momo’s…
Gulping, the girl took off her school jacket, now in her white blouse and skirt as she went over to him. Seeing his smiling face, he does look kinda cute.::
She turned around, and sat on his lap, and she felt it against her spats. That monster writhing in his pants.
“Oh-oh god…” she muttered, blushing and looking back looking all the embarrassed as the song picked up. And she can began to lightly bounce and grind atop of his lap.
Kyoka bounced and bounced as Momo shook her huge tits right in her face. It really was the best seat in the house. She could feel the...thing between Emilio's legs squirm and writhe and pulse between her cheeks. It was like it wanted to be let out and claim her.
Being so close to Momo, to her hot body was making Kyoka's body heat up. Even being this close to Emilio (god he looks so cute, why didn't I notice that before) was making her feel weird.
Kyoka began to shake her ass against Emilio's bulge, moaning as she began to sway with the music. She found herself wanting an ass like Momo's, one that she could shake to this beat and make the monster in Emilio's pants spring out. She continued to pant looking back at Emilio with a lustful gaze.
"Y-you like that big boy..." Jirou found herself saying.
Emilio groaned and moaned lightly as his hands were on Kyoka’s lap, feeling her bounce and grind against that writhing mass. “I… I do…” he murmured as he had his hands go up her slim stomach, and he hugged her and cupped her small chest. Too bad there was nothing to grab…
“You like Momo and me… don’t you Kyoka~” he whispered in her ear.
(You do. You have always loved Momo, but now this boy had claimed her first. You must be claimed. You must submit yourself to this cutie don’t you. This cutie, and that fat COCK he has that’s priding your ass) the voice whispered in her ear.
“Mmmnnh…” Emilio groaned as the music came to an end. “Momo… I think… I wanna ask ya something… how are you… with being the… the Head Wife… of a harem~” he smirked, leaning in and kissing Kyoka on the back of the neck, the punk rock girl whimpering lightly. “And have Jirou here… as your Sister~” his hands cupped her backside next, the beast underneath her rising and poking her panty covered crotch under her skirt. Yep. He’s horny.
"Haaaa....haaaa...yessss...." Her entire body tingled as Emilio whispered in her ear and cupped her small but sensitive chest. "Momo's so h-hot and you're....oh god you're so cuuuuute~"
Kyoka shivered as she felt the back of her neck be kissed. She let out a squeak of surprise when she felt him cup her ass, and then Momo leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
"If it's what you want my dear Lio~" Momo said in a sultry tone, "Before you came along I had these...feelings for Kyoka. Nothing could make me happier than being your head wife instructing the beautiful ladies on how to serve you~"
Kyoka breathed hard as she was kissed with Momo, her hearts flutter as she dream came true. Momo liked her. Momo is kissing her!
And Emilio was groping her rump as she can sense that beast writhing. She looked back, seeing his hungry look.
“So Jirou… what say you…” he purred as he patted her bum and Kyoka got up.
“Lemme… text me parents. I’m gonna be coming home late…” she uttered, sending a quick text to her parents as she saw Momo get off the stage and sit beside Emilio in her undies.
And she reached over and unzipped his shorts, and out it came. Wobbling and as erect as a flagpole
Kyoka was stunned, it rose above her head as she was in her knees, gazing up at its majesty. “This… this is your your… youuur p-penis!?”
It was too big. Too manly. Too thick.
How can Momo take this in and not be split in two!?
"Amazing isn't it~" Momo said, giving it a quick stroke, letting precum dribble down the shaft. She kissed it and licked it, teasing it just enough to make Emilio feel good, "Isn't Lio's cock the most manliest, most magnificent you've ever seen~"
Kyoka gulped, it was ridiculous, utterly too big, a cock of a monster attached to such a tiny young man. It was so big thoughts of it filled her entire head, pushing out every other question she may have had about this crazy day. Her instinct told her to worship it, that this was her new god. That she should get on the floor and do a naked dogeza to admit her mind's utter defeat.
"T-to big..." Her cock shocked brain managed to make her say, to which Momo simply giggled.
"Oh my no, I thought so at first but really it feels soooo goooood~" Momo said, taking Jirou by the hand, "Let me show you."
She put her hand behind Kyoka's head and pulled her toward's Lio's waiting cockhead. Then she pressed Kyoka's lips against it along with her own. Both began to kiss each other and the cock in turn. Kyoka's mind was fuzzy. Everything she thought was drowned out by the thought of cock cock cock cock COCK COOOOOOOCK <3
Emilio began to moan and sigh in pleasure as he leaned back on the couch, the fattened Momo licking at his rod while Kyoka was at the top of his head. The boy groaned as his heads petted them.
“Ohhh… Momo… Kyoka…. Mmmph…” he mewled as Kyoka can see it. The veins of those balls underneath his boxers writhing and pulsating…
“Oh fuck… hhnnnh… slrrrrp… are you some kind of… suuuuck suuuck… alien? Or a villain? Haaaa…”
“No… just a cute boy..” Emilio replied to her query. “Bet you’re curious how you can take this in… won’t you…”
(take it in. Open your mouth. And suck on that fat American COCK )
Yes.
Cock. Cock. Cock.
Kyoka pulled away, panting and looking down at it as she brought her lips to it. “H-here I go…”
But Emilio isn’t going to be as soft as he was with Momo as he smiled. As did the brunette.
Take it all in you punk SLUT
And he stood up, and pushed all the way, making Kyoka gargle and cry as Momo kept her hand to her head, all 21 inches of that python invsding down her throat and getting the veins stimulating her throat and esophagus
Her cheeks bulged like a chipmunk, eyes wide as she looked up, and cried at her jaw being stretched. Her throat being filled. She had to breath thru her nose now!
Momo smiled as she pushed her friend's head deeper and deeper and deeper as Kyoka took in more and more of the fat cock. She could hear her friend's muffled moans and surprised noises as she took in more and more of it.
Kyoka breathed rapidly, she was making such weird noises, slurping and sicking the cock as her mouth watered to let it slip in more easily. Already she was somehow halfway through! She didn't even think she could have taken a single inch of this girthy cock, let alone all of this. Yet she wanted to take it all in, coz she was a punk slut. She felt like her body was somehow finally fulfilling its purpose, to take in all of this cock.
Already the cock was deep into her throat, and she moaned as she felt it pulse and rearrange her insides. Her mind felt hazy, but she didn't need Momo to push her onto the cock anymore. She was now greedily gobbling it, taking in as much as she wanted, wanting nothing more than to have every inch of this cock inside of her.
Emilio gasped and groaned as he was standing up, pumping his hips as his shorts fell to his ankles as he got more and more of his demon dick inside her. Kyoka’s moans and gargled was filling the room as Momo giggled as Kyoka had tears in her eyes, the musk and the haze making her light headed combined with a lack of oxygen.
“Ohhhh… oh yes~. Kyoka… mmmmph… your mouth is far tighter than Momo’s. She didn’t need to eat as much I bet. Mmmloh… ohhhhh… mmmmph~ yes~” he groaned as he rutted and fucked back and forth into her. The boy grinning down at her as Kyoka was letting out muffled noises.
His cock was deep in her esophagus, balls deep as the boy let out a cry. “Ohhhh yes… mmmph… Kyokaaaaa I’m gonna cuuuum~. Take it all~” he closer his eyes, groaning as he finally cut loose. Those balls churned and rumbled before the surprised eyes of the girls.
And then he fired into her stomach.
"G-glllllurkmmmmmm" Was all Kyoka could say as she heard him praise her mouth. The sounds of his balls churning indicated what she was about to experience, but the musk and the pleasure she was feeling as he rutted her had stopped her thinking about anything else.
When he fired, she could feel her hungry stomach begin to fill with what felt like the most delicious filling substance in the world. It ran up her throat and out of her mouth, and she spluttered out globs of cum from her lips as her eyes rolled into the back of her mouth and her mind became a haze of lust, surprise and an even deeper love for Emilio.
"Oh Kyoka...your stomach~" Momo said as she stroked Kyoka's expanding tummy. Like dough slowly rising it undulated and bloated until it was heavy with cum. Momo knew that as full as Kyoka probably felt now, the night was only just beginning.