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SNAP~! SNAP~! SNAP~!

“Oh wow, you are, like, SO good at this, sir. Honestly, I’m not the best with photoshoots, but this is going great, almost as good as that time with Takemura!” Yao giggled, the dark tresses of her glossy hair flickering about as she posed for the camera, her attire a modified version of her usual form-fitting, red and white stage gown, its skirt cut off and replaced with a deep mesh body-suit that emphasized the abundant 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 of her statuesque figure.

The bodysuit had a slit at her back, running down the curve of her spine and molding itself to the curvature of her taut, slender little waist, the toothpick thin dimensions of her midsection made all the more impressive by how outstandingly curvaceous she was everywhere else. The pop sensation was damn near close to busting through her outfit at its seams, at Odeum’s orders, the suit was custom made to try its best to hide Yao’s obscenely obvious macromastia, tying down those sloshing, milky beasts of burden that had forever been a thorn in her side until they looked a good half their usual size…and STILL they remained enormously plump and overwhelming on her body, jiggling ripely with every twist and turn her figure gave, each tit at least twice the size of her pretty little head and leaving a massive valley of endless cleavage for Gerald to snapshot.

Below her waist was a plane of equally enticing seduction that the old man’s lecherous eyes found themselves fixated upon quite frequently, ever-so-slightly licking his lips as he gazed in awe the way her hips exploded out from her non-existent midsection into a wide, girthy expanse of bone and flesh that might as well have been emblazoned with a stamp screaming S-CLASS BREEDING MATERIAL HERE, VALUED AT 5,000,000 DENNIES PER GROPE! That obnoxiously oversized set of hips, of course, entailed an equally girthy, soft, inviting lower-half that she certainly delivered, the leggings of her bodysuit shining like a painted on latex sheath glued to her pillowy-soft, cannon-sized thunder thighs that held up what may very well have been one of the most enormous shelves of pale, jiggly, rice-fed idol-assmeat to wobble its way onto the starloop stage!

As much as her photographer tried to retain his professionalism, he was breaking out into a hot sweat as his camera clicked away, beady eyes focused in on every luscious curve of Astra’s body…

“Alright Astra, I’d say that’s more than enough candid shoots for today. Mister Foucault here will be gathering his items and leaving now…quickly.” A voice called from the back of the studio, a tiny, near microscopic set of blades attached to fine, porcelume-alloy wires whipping out and grabbing at the cameraman’s clothes from behind with expert precision, yanking him into the hands of a woman who, despite her muted presence and subtle disposition, may very well have rivaled Astra’s overwhelming beauty and raw, visceral sex appeal…

Evelyn Chevalier’s eyes alone gave a pointed look of disgust so heavy that the old man felt his rickety bones might be crushed beneath her gaze alone…though it was easy enough to avoid, given how her enormous tits pushed out her suit shirt and made it nearly impossible to even look into the eyes of someone right in front of her who was unfortunate (or, perhaps fortunate) enough to be at or below the height of her enormous rack. Her attire, too, radiated the sense of a woman with the potential to be a prime seductress, her bust, modest as it was compared to Astra, bore a pillowy, youthful softness that contrasted the deadly sharpness displayed in her toned, muscular arms and midsection, but her hips were somehow even WIDER than Astra’s, her thighs looking ready to burst through that shiny leather pantsuit with the most meager clench of her muscles, while her ass…her goddamn MASSIVE, MOUNTAINOUS HEAP OF HUMUNGOUSLY JIGGLY JELLO-REAR loomed so heavily behind her that the dull ᴡʜᴏᴘ~ ᴡʜᴏᴘ ᴡʜᴏᴘ~ of each enormous cheek smacking off one another could be heard in tandem with the clack of her heels as she stepped forward!

“Er…y-yes…I should be…going now then, t-thank you both for the amazing shoot.”

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out, camera boy.” Evelyn snorted, flicking a hand through her short blonde bob-cut and smirking at the look of frustration that came upon the man’s face at the derisive remark. Astra was pouting as she approached her bodyguard, kind eyes gleaming with the closest thing to bitterness a soul as pure as hers could muster, while she tugged on the jacket draped over Evelyn’s shoulders to draw her attention.

“Eveeeee…why’d you have to butt in like that? I was having a lot of fun! This outfit’s super cool and everything, I gotta get better at photoshoots if I wanna pay back Odeum on our contract!” Astra complained, her cloying, saccharine sweet demeanor and wide, doe-like eyes, Astra was pulling all the stops to convince her, but Evelyn remained unperturbed, jostling the young singer on the elbow and smirking lightly as she spoke.

“Well now, let’s just say Astra…sometimes you see too much of the good in people. You might like these little photoshoots of yours, but I don’t want you developing a certain…image to the public, wouldn’t want our lives getting even more messy, would we?”

“Hmph, you said the same thing back with Takemura, and he was super nice! How’s he doing by the way? I gave him free tickets for the next three shows on the tour back when we exchanged contacts, but he didn’t show up to the last one! He hasn’t even called…do you think I should text him?” Astra, as was typical for her hyperactive mind, quickly moved on to the next subject that bobbed to the surface of her brain, the very word “Takemura” sending a prickle through Evelyn’s spine..

“Well…that’s… it’s good how you’re so eager to connect with fans, but really, this habit of yours could lead to dark places, Astra. As for that Takemura fellow…” her phone buzzed in her leather tights, a taut thread of anxiety formed deep inside her as though she was already sure exactly who contacted her, this had to be the fourth…no, maybe the fifth time since that godforsaken “arrangement” she’d been coerced into began.

“Oooo…who’s that Eve? You, like, NEVER get texts from anyone but me on your main phone! Is it the manager? Or a super secret spy buddy? Wait…n-no way, d-do you have a 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑬𝒗𝒆? That’d be SO CUTE, lemme see lemme see~!!” Astra spoke at a whirlwind speed, instantly noticing how Eve held her phone close to her outrageously oversized chest, her cheeks flushed as a cool bead of sweat ran down her forehead, a clear display of vulnerability that seemed out of place for her usual cool, collected demeanor…Astra NEVER blushed before, never wavered, never stammered or misspoke…and her sudden silence and secrecy had to mean only one thing…she’d FINALLY found herself a boyfriend!

“H-hey! You have NOTHING to see, there’s no boyfriend, it’s just…an associate of mine…one that I have to meet with soon. Ugh, this is gonna complicate my schedule…Astra, could you please stick with the security detail this time and NOT slip out with that terrible disguise you always wear? Seriously, I might not be able to cover for you if you get yourself in trouble this time.” Evelyn explained, her every word spoken curtly as she ducked and dodged from Astra’s grabby fingers reaching for her phone, flipping over her with expert agility that sent her round, heaving humps of rotund cheek-meat, setting off a chain reaction of sloshing, pillowy PAWG-fat smacking against itself within the confines of her leather pants and WHOPPING thunderously with her landing.

“Awhhhh…well, you know I don’t wanna get you in trouble, so I can…try not to be too adventurous today, little miss ‘I totally don’t have a secret boyfriend I’m seeing that I can’t tell my best friend about’. You BETTER own up to it later though! Have fun on your ‘totally not secret date’~ oh, and I’m keeping the outfit by the way, love the way it fits on me!” Astra accepted, her cheerful tone soon overpowering the attempts at a frustrated sigh she released as she twisted on her heels, the avalanche of quaking, red spandex-coated assmeat hauled behind her like the ultra-wide wobble wagon it was…God, there’d be an endless wall of social media threads for the next WEEK dedicated to frames of those plushy pound-cakes wobbling like the most enticing jello mold of smackable fuck-fat known to New Eridu…well, second to Evelyn’s criminally underrated dump-truck of a rear end.

Once Astra left, Evelyn’s tongue caught in her throat as she slowly held her screen inches from  her face, belly swirling with disgust and an odd, anticipatory rush of adrenaline as she took a good long look at the texts she was really hiding from Astra…

• Eve-Chan? I know you said you’d be busy with Ms. Astra’s summer tour, and you don’t like me using the work number you gave me…b-but I really, really need some help. I’m super horny. I’ve been dreaming of you while looking at my pictures for days now. You can’t just leave me like this after our agreement, can you? Don’t you need to protect Astra from me leaking these pics? I’d hate to ruin her career by doing this…but I hate you ignoring me like this. We need to meet ASAP. Tonight.

Attached to the message was an image that was…to put it simply, the most GROTESQUE, GINORMOUS, STOMACH-CHURNING SLAB OF RAW, UNWASHED COCK-FLESH, IT’S LENGTH STRETCHING OUT BELOW THE EXPANSE OF A SOFT, HAIRY GUT AS IT LOOMED OVER THE FAT THIGHS OF THE OVERWEIGHT CREATURE IT STOOD UPON.

The thing looked like it would be unimaginably huge, even on the body of a Thiren, yet it’s pale, greasy mass, displaying the sheen of sweat and cock-stink layered across its every vein-marked inch, the flash of the camera catching the discarded convenience store cups and takeout packaging riddled across the orc-like bastard’s greasy floor, his disheveled room and the high-res imagery of the picture almost making her smell the foulness emanating from that unwashed spunk-cannon that oppressed her senses to the core.

She had no secret boyfriend…but the truth was so much more nauseatingly awful, she almost wished Astra’s accusations were what she had to hide, but she’d long since known that she’d be willing to put up with far worse if she had to to protect Astra.

• C’mon Evie, I’m so fucking pent up since the last time you milked a thick load out of me. I’d really rather not have to stroke myself off to those pictures of Astra and share them all over the internet cause you’re being a little bratty today. I’ll make sure to 

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Takemura’s home, if one could even call it that, was situated a mere short walk away from the storefront he operated in Lumina square. The fluorescent light spilling through the teeny crack of the open door as Evelyn approached, her heels lightly clacking on the wooden steps to the door.

Her nostrils took in a musky scent, the windowless room like a hotbox of pungent male odorthat made the bodyguard’s careful gait finally falter.

She breathed in deeply, steeling herself for what awaited her before pressing forward, then grimacing in disgust at the sight of the wide, greasy, orc-like body of the lumbering bastard that awaited her. She had no idea how Astra Yao could stand even being in the presence of a man whose very form radiated such depravity, but with her personality, it was no surprise she saw a light in everyone she met…even a DISGUSTING, PERVERTED, ASTHMATIC, OBESE OTAKU-BASTARD SWINGING A MASSIVE, BLUDGEONING BULL-BAT OF A COCK BETWEEN HIS LEGS AND DYING FOR ANY CHANCE TO DEGRADE SOME POOR WOMAN WITH HIS SLIME-SMOTHERED MEAT!

He wore nothing but a pair of socks that strapped up to his thick, flabby calves and an undersized set of boxer briefs that were worn so tight around the bulge of his half-hard cockmeat that it was rendered near translucent around his awe-inspiring thickness. Evelyn’s mind could work out its dimensions instantly, oddly transfixed by the rhythmic throbs and bounces the enormous appendage made, despite how disgusting it was, the stretched out waistband making the coarse, nappy bed of pubic hair that coated his groin and stretched up across the bottom of his flabby gut.

It was a good fifteen inches right now at the very least…and still not at its full hardness, even as the bearlike bastard’s pudgy hand stretched out to scratch his balls, both enormous, grody cumtanks that were obviously coated in an ungodly sheen of sweat, worked up from hours, or perhaps entire days spent unwashed while he festered in his dirty room whenever he wasn’t hawking obscure otaku paraphernalia to the few degenerates in New Eridu that might resonate with what he had to offer. His face was every bit fat as his oversized cock and overfed body would suggest,  as he smirked at the woman, round, thick lenses of his glasses hiding cold brown eyes beneath.

“Not a second later than I requested. Good, you might want to think of showing up earlier, though, otherwise I’d have already uploaded everything I have.” Takemura snickered, stuffing one pudgy palm down his underwear, slowly tugging his sweaty appendage and watching as Eve stared transfixed, enraptured by his grotesqueness like she was watching some long-extinct beast trudge across the earth in its strange, foreign display of its own mating potential.

“Still wearing your work clothes? It’s sexy n all but I’d appreciate if you wore something cute from time to time. Hrmmmm… Maybe I should start replying to Astra’s messages, you made such a fuss about never contacting her again, but she’s always sooo excited to talk. She really appreciated that rare album for Saikyou Sentai Hibara-chan I managed to get her. Who would have known, Ms. Astra Yao, fangirling for mahou shoujo anime at her age? She thought it was such a good deal to cosplay Hibara-chan to get the record…those big, squishy tits of hers were fucking incredible, bigger than anything I’ve fuckin’ seen, even in hentai! And yours are almost as massive, can’t believe I get to have these big, floppy cow-tits squished against my cock whenever I want, all because Astra Yao turned out to be a die-hard otaku~” The huge-bellied bastard proudly spoke out, recounting how he’d gained the smoking gun he used to coerce Eve into this insanity as though he took a sick pleasure in reminding her, flogging his cock rapidly, drawing out an endless, echoing chorus of gross, wet PHAP~ PHAP~ PHAP~ sounds as he circled Evelyn, making her spine shiver as he found his way behind her, dwarfing her as his growing shaft ground itself against her leather-clad cheeks.

“Make this quick, today. Astra has a lot of speaking events today, it’s irresponsible for me to be away from her side doing…this…” For as much as she was repulsed, Evelyn almost couldn’t bring herself to openly spill out the maelstrom of vitriol that might have been brewing within her. Oddly enough, Takemura was almost…innocent in how he leveraged his power over her, his every groping touch and snorted demand brimming with the uncertainty of an untouched young man eager to get his first taste of a real woman after years spent spewing his stinky, coagulated cum-wads on his unwashed sheets and hotgluing anime figurines.

Part of Eve wondered if he even had the awareness to truly be malicious in his perversion, everything, from the gestures of his groping fingers, the stares of his beady brown eyes and the nasally groans of appreciation for her body he slurred out while he held Astra’s blackmail over her head like the sword of damocles…it almost seemed like Takemura was acting out a depraved fantasy from one of his absurd doujinshi.

“Ehe…that’s no good, Evelyn. What did I tell you, you can’t allow your whole life to revolve around Ms. Astra! Just look at you…you and that perfect, pretty face, these massive titties and that big, juicy ass-shelf you’ve got behind you. You’re every bit as incredible as Astra! Why else do you think I’d give her up for…this?” 

The grease-covered brute’s nauseatingly piggish voice shut Evelyn up instantly, her heart clenching from how he’d so readily clocked her weakness, gasping as his flabby hands rocketed out suddenly, snaking at the waistband of her leather pants and TUGGING with all the strength he could muster in his untrained arms. For an obese shut-in bastard, he was surprisingly strong, all his days of lugging around boxes of specially curated boxsets of obscure H-anime and sorting shelves of his other depraved goods seemingly paying off as the latex threads were torn asunder in an instant.

Evelyn’s doughy-soft moons of pale, pillowy fuck-fat were already borderline legendary, earning themselves a good few dedicated threads on dark corners of New Eridu celebrity gossip sites, full of sniveling gooner freaks only a tiny deviation away from the pig-faced bastard looming over her, salivating over what the sleek leather tights of Astra Yao’s most trusted bodyguard might have been hiding away. Once those were ripped off though, her astounding assmeat revealed itself to be even FATTER than anyone might have expected, exploding outwards with a loud, echoing “WHUP~!” 

“Guheeee…so fuckin’ fat and juicy, it’s even bigger than Ms. Astra’s in her Hibara-chan cosplay, can’t believe I get to play with such a big, doughy bubble butt like yours. Goddamn it, I can’t take it anymore, Evelyn! I’ve been on edge for days now, waiting for when we can meet…you have no idea how many times I’ve stopped myself tugging on this cock till I bust a thick, greasy load, just watching all those other videos I’ve taken of us together. I need you on your knees for me now, I wanna give you a one-man bukkake, right down that slimy throat of yours!” 

Eve bit her lip and growled underneath her own breath, her firm abs tightening as the beast’s hands approached, Takemura’s fat sausage fingers found her shoulder and roughly pushed her down, leaving the woman on her knees as she watched him utilize his height to maneuver over her, splaying out his hairy, rotund thighs proudly and dragging up his enormous cockshaft to FLOP ONTO HER UNSUSPECTING FACE AS IT TWITCHED AND SPUTTERED PRE-JIZZ ONTO THE CARPET BELOW, MARKING EVELYN WITH HIS UNWASHED COCK-MUSK AND MAKING SURE TO RUB HIS NUTS INTO HER FACE WHILE SHE GASPED IN TERROR.

“B-Bluuuughh…ghuuugh…Takemura, you really are flattering, no one’s been able to give me such forward compliments before… and live, but maybe we should consider…Mpghhhhhhflurghhhhhhhh~”

Eve’s irritated tone and attempts to break off bring up the long considered tactic of breaking off their “arrangement” was stopped in its tracks before it could even begin, the thick, weighty orbs of the otaku’s gravid sack swinging downwards and popping into her mouth the moment her tender lips were open enough to give him a chance to slip them inside. Takemura’s cock alone was outrageously hung, a thick, flopping, HEAVY appendage that was more difficult to handle than some of the most high-tech experimental sniper rifles Evelyn wielded in her…less glamorous periods of her prior career, and yet his nuts, gravid, thick and swollen as they were, were almost even more impressively gigantic in proportion!

Evelyn had become intimately aware of just how overpowering the sheer onslaught of THICK, VIRILE, RAUNCHY BALL-MUSK WAFTING OFF THE SKIN OF TAKEMURA’S SACK, AND HOW THE ENORMOUS, GRAPEFRUIT SIZED NUTS SLOSHING WITHIN IT CONSTANTLY PULSED AND TREMBLED TO ALLOW HIM TO SPILL OUT OUNCE AFTER OUNCE OF UNFATHOMABLY STICKY PRE. SPLATTERING If she had to guess, she would have diagnosed him with acute hyperspermic disorder…which would certainly explain why he SPLATTERED SO MUCH JUICY BALL-GUNK EVERYWHERE, EVEN WHEN HE WAS NOWHERE NEAR CUMMING!

Evelyn absent-mindedlyAshamed as she was to reduce herself to that point, Evelyn found herself reciprocateding the treatment she received, a lewd, sensual chorus of sticky, wet, rhythmic smooches and licks filling the air as she used her expert skills to nearly dislodge her jaw and swallow one of his fat, beefy nuts, her hands instinctively finding the veiny ridges of his member as it pulsed from a mere half hardness to NINETEEN FUCKING INCHES OF OBSCENE, RAGING STEEL BULLMEAT THROBBING AWAY AS SHE BEAT HIM OFF WITH EVERY OUNCE OF STRENGTH HER TONED ARMS COULD MUSTER! 

“SᴄʜʟᴘsᴄʜʟᴘsᴄʜʟᴘPHAPHAPHAP~!”

The sticky chorus of unholy cacophony rang out as Takemura groaned with pleasure, his eyes reaching behind his skull as Eve yanked her head back with a wet, sticky POP~ her eyes glazed over as she immediately shifted to the man’s other filthy, sweat-soaked nut, hoovering up every ounce of unwashed stench upon it like she was almost…glad to do it. N-not that that was the case of course! She merely suffered from the curse of her supremely overtuned reflexes forcing her to develop habits for maximum efficiency in every task she took on, which naturally meant a mere few days of getting used to slobbering over the nuts of a fat-cocked otaku freak made her immensely good at playing the role of a sɪᴄᴋ, ᴄᴏᴄᴋ-ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ, ʙᴀʟʟ-ʜᴜғғɪɴɢ ᴍᴜsᴋ-sʟᴜᴛ ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʀᴀᴜɴᴄʜʏ ᴇssᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ...

Takemura ’s congested nostrils made a grotesque, echoing, bassy noise as he growled in his pleasure, looking down at Evelyn’s fair, pristine facial features nearly totally shrouded by the ungodly mass of his mega sized cock-spire flopped atop her face while slowly pumping his hips into the air and smearing her makeup against his enormous pale fuckmeat.

Then, as she popped her lips off once more, stray pubes lining her pillowy lips as she took in hoarse breaths through her open mouth, and then…

“Glu-KRCCHHHHHHSCHHHH~!!”

With no warning or word of caution, Takemura’s thick, pasty fingers crept to her face like the long, slimy tentacles of an octopus, his thumbs worming their way into the corners of her lips and stretching them out to allow the pulsing pink head of his cock to make its sudden, violent intrusion into her oral orifice.

He’d never done that before…despite the fact he was blackmailing her, the greasy-haired runt often seemed to be shy and soft-spoken when it came to the actual deed itself, allowing Evelyn to have her way with him, meeting his depraved needs as coldly and clinically as possible with hot, slimy suckjobs and cock-milking strokes of her nimble fingers designed to allow her a chance to ignore and forget the hot, pulsing, awe-inspiring girth of his hole-wrecking appendage as swiftly as she possibly could. (ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ, ᶜᵒⁿˢᶦᵈᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵒʷ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵇᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵠᵘᶦʳᵐᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ᵇᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ˢʰᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗʳᵒᵘˢ ᵒᵗᵃᵏᵘ⁻ᶜᵒᶜᵏ ᵖᵘᵐᵖᶦⁿᵍ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶦⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵖˡᵃᵗᵗᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᶦᶜᵏ, ᶠᵃᵗ, ᵍʳᵉᵃˢʸ ᶜᵘᵐˡᵒᵃᵈˢ ˢᵒ ᵛᵒˡᵘᵐᶦⁿᵒᵘˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵛᶦʳᶦˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶜʰᵃˡˡᵉⁿᵍᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵖʳᶦᶻᵉᵈ ˢᵗᵘᵈ ʰᵒʳˢᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒˡᵈ ᶜᶦᵛᶦˡᶦᶻᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ʰᵃᵈ...ʰᵉʳ ᵉᶠᶠᵒʳᵗˢ ʷᵉʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵉᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗᶦᵛᵉ)…

“Guohhhhh~ Eve-chan, your mouth feels so good today, guhee…I’ve been dying for this since we started, I want HARDCORE IRUMATIO SEX WITH EVE-CHAN’S SLOPPY MOUTHPUSSY EVERY TIME FROM NOW ON~!” Takemura’s impassioned roars set her very soul shaking as more than nine girthy inches were unceremoniously SLAMMED down her slender gullet all at once, her windpipe bloating and showcasing the outline of an unnaturally huge appendage pushing inside of it harder and deeper than any shaft that large had any right to.

“Uɢʜ...Gᴏᴅ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪs ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴇsᴛ ʜᴀs sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴅɪᴄᴋ ᴅʀᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ɢʀᴇᴀsʏ ғɪsᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ? Jᴜsᴛ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏɴ Eᴠᴇ...ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's NOTHING ᴛʜɪs ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ…” 

Eve’s own thoughts sounded like a faint whisper in her mind as naught but grotesque noises of Takemura’s grunts of pleasure and the wet, fleshy orchestra of overgrown cockflesh pumping into her maw overtook her senses. With the angle that Takemura stood over her, Evelyn’s vision was consumed by the sight of his FAT, SWINGING NUTSACK, SHOWING ITS SEED-LOADED WEIGHT AS THE HAIR-COVERED SACK CAME CLOSER AND CLOSER TO SLAPPING AGAINST THE UPPER HALF OF HER FACE THE MORE OF THAT 18 INCH FUCK-LOG CHOKED HER OUT!

Her spy training involved countless breath exercises, swimming tests and elaborate torture scenarios that ensured she would be able to withstand as much overstimulation or oxygen deprivation as humanly possible, but this was a new level of assault on her senses, one that left her eyes watering as her throat was clogged to the brim and the gag-reflex she’d long-since eliminated was tested.

Any ability to think conscious thoughts was zapped away in an instant as a loud, fleshy PHWOP! Of Takemura’s sweaty nuts swinging through the air and smacking her right in the face boomed out, there was a wide, girthy impression of EVERY LAST INCH OF HIS SOLID, NEAR TWO-FOOT BITCHBREAKER PUMPING THROUGH HER GULLET AND FORCING ITSELF DEEPER THAN HER LUNGS! The fat, heaving globes of her tits, already as massive as they were, were pushed apart ever so slightly as the outline of Takemura’s cock between each bra-busting tit-sphere throbbed and bucked away ceaselessly.

Takemura’s pale, clammy hands shifted from the corners of her head and reached over to grab those very same sloshing sweater-puppies, sinking into their head-dwarfing enormity like they’d been lost in a vast ocean of ripe, jello-y titty-fat that he clung onto hard enough to leave handprints. Then, with deep, husky breaths spilling from his nostrils while he sawed his hips back and forth, he began plowing away in earnest, living out the most depraved of his nasty hentai-fueled fantasies as he turned Eve’s mouth into LITTLE MORE THAN A LIVING, BREATHING ONAHOLE MOLDING TO HIS BEEFY BULL-BAT WHILE HE PUMPED AWAY INTO HER GREEDY MAW!

“nGHHGGhnngghhheee~ Feels so good, Eve-chan~ Hehehe, all those press-releases don’t know what they’re talking about, sure, it’d be great to have Astra’s mouth cleaning off my cock every day, but you and your pretty little fuckhole throat are even better! You’re gonna be such a perfect spunk-sleeve, Eve-chan…just as long as you hold on TAKE THIS COCK IN THAT SOFT SQUISHY MOUTH-PUSSY LIKE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO~!!” Takemura’s nasally voice boomed out proudly while he used Eve’s tits as mere handlebars, his thick gut rippling in the air as he clenched every underworked muscle in his body and brought forth a well of strength powered by nothing but his desire to live out his grotesque perversions! His eighteen inch cockflesh was yanked as far back as possible, leaving it till his pulsing tip was rumbling between her lips all by itself, spewing pre-nut against her tongue and lining the inner parts of her mouth with as much tacky, oatmeal thick cock-slop as he could before suddenly PLOWING FORTH WITH ALL HIS MIGHT AND FORMING A WET, ECHOING “SCHLAP” OF HIS GRAVID NUTS SMACKING HER FACE WHILE HIS COCK STUFFED HER THROAT.

“𝑺𝑪𝑯𝑳𝑨𝑷~ 𝑺𝑪𝑯𝑳𝑨𝑷~ 𝑺𝑪𝑯𝑳𝑨𝑷~ 𝑻𝑯𝑾𝑶𝑷~ 𝑻𝑯𝑾𝑶𝑷~ 𝑻𝑯𝑾𝑶𝑷~ 𝑺𝑪𝑯𝑮𝑯𝑯𝑯𝑯𝑳𝑳𝑳𝑹𝑪𝑲𝑲𝑲𝑲𝑲𝑲~!!!”

“ᴳᵒᵈ, ʰᶦˢ ⁿᵘᵗˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᶜˡᵒᵇᵇᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ...ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡˡ ᶦˢ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦᵐ ᵗᵒⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ, ᶦˢ ᵗʰᶦˢ ʰᵒʷ ʰᵉ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ʰᶦˢ ᶠᶦˢᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗˀ ᵂʰʸ ᶦˢ ᵃˡˡ ʰᶦˢ ᵖʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵀᴴᴵᶜᴷ ᴬᴺᴰ ᶜᴴᴼᵂᴰᴱᴿʸ...ʷʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡˡ ᵈᵒ ᴵ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʳᵒˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᶦᵗ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ʷʰᵉⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉ ᵗᵘᵍˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍʳᵉᵃˢʸ ᵐᵉᵃᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᴵ ᴱᴺᴶᴼʸ ᴵᵀˀ” The conflicted storm of thoughts swirled about in her mind as her throat was roughly reamed out with all the class and decorum of a butcher tearing through a prime cut of meat, her lips colliding with the tangled mess of bushy pubes as her neck was smacked into a beet-red, bruised appearance with each heavy slap of Takemura’s enormous nuts.

In his rush to assert his dominance, the potbellied bastard found his orgasm fast approaching, his heart beating at a mile a minute as he struggled to keep up the pace of his throat-rutting frenzy, giving off labored, winded pants and a high-pitched, guttural wheeze as his glasses steamed over from the sweat trickling over his scalp. 

Evelyn could usually time exactly when Takemura was about to approach his climax, and she made damn sure to control it to sully herself as little as possible, watching with eyes affixed as his burly bull-log flexed mightily and pumped entire hot, sticky gallons of greasy, chunky ball-sludge onto the floor or over his sheets. There’d always been a strange surge of intrusive thoughts through her mind wondering what it would feel like to latch her lips onto the head of that greasy cockhammer and feel it stuff her maw to the absolute limit every time she had him braying like a mule in heat as he came his brains out at her touch, but now she was made to live through that reality with no ability to fight back. 

Her mind was too fogged by the pungent waves of cock-musk filling her nostrils as her throat was hammered to even pick up the surging heat brimming from his nuts and the hoarse, needy grunts that spilled out from between his lips, and by the time he SLAMMED HIS COCK TO THE HILT AND BEGAN TO SPEW HIS WAD LIKE A BROKEN FIREHOSE FILLING HER POOR THROAT it was already much too late to try to fight back…

Takemura’s arms went slack as his grip on Eve’s head relaxed, sighs of pleasure let loose from his lips as he seemed barely able to keep himself upright through every throb and pulse of his humongous horse-cock. Evelyn’s eyes went as wide as saucers as the thick, greasy SCHPLAT of a truly unfathomably hot and sticky wad of cum spat out from the sweat covered greaseball’s beefy dickhead. Were she anyone else, the sheer suddenness and volume of SO MUCH THICK, CLUMPY, CURDLED HIKKIKOMORI CUM might have just knocked her out, if not full on drowned her in the sheer mass of it all, but Evelyn Chevalier, the ever resourceful, S-class secret agent turned bodyguard was capable of keeping up with this…if only BARELY with just how much nut seemed to be stored in Takemura’s swollen sperm-sacks from how backed up he was!

Her belly sloshed audibly with the glut of cum being poured down into it, leaving her grateful for the techniques she learned to rapidly relax and decompress the muscular linings of her organs, making it that much easier for her to handle the gallons of off-white cum settling inside her. The steadiness of her squat was shaken as she wavered on her heels, half-lidded eyes peering up at Takemura and watching the insensate look of pleasure he gave as his pants slowly tapered off.

The potbellied bastard groaned and huffed weightily as his chest heaved, stepping back ever so slowly and letting the sound of his thick, cum-slimed dick-girth slipping from the lining of her throat. It was a heavy, nasty Schlorp~ that echoed over the room.

“Oh God…that was absolutely incredible, your irrumatio made me blast the fattest load I’ve ever let out, that was totally worth saving it up for a whole week! It’s almost like having my own on-call onahole, just like in my doujins! I love when you use those lips of yours to suck me off nice and good, but we should do this more often!” Eve’s cheeks were blown up like a chipmunk carrying an enviable bounty of nuts to feed on through the winter, her cheeks compressing to gather as much of the thick, sperm-stuffed liquid into the valley of her maw and loudly gulping it down.

“...You…you…fucking warn me before doing something like that so suddenly! Any normal woman would’ve choked to death on so much of that jizz…how do you even produce that much? Do you have some ether corruption working through those nuts?” Eve sputtered between coughs and gasps as she swallowed, feeling the mega-sized tadpole swimmers writhing about in every last shot of coagulated cum sliding down her throat, uselessly flapping their powerful tails as though in an effort to impregnate her fucking stomach.

“Heehee…sorry, I got a bit out of hand there, Eve. It’s been almost a week since the last time I managed to get off…I think I’ve gotten a bit too used to that sweet mouth of yours, I can barely even manage to use my favorite toys to get my needs met now, much less just my hand. You just do it so much better…such a cute, sexy blonde bodyguard to stroke my cock whenever I want, ahhh, it’s a dream come true~” Takemura exclaimed, smiling wickedly as Eve stood up and assessed the damage done to her by his rampaging throat fucking spree, too distracted by watching the damage he’d done to her tights to notice him creeping closer to her, then slamming his fat, greasy face right between her cleavage, motorboating those 

“H-hey! What did I just say, you’re so goddamn clingy…it’s not like I can stay here all night…t-tugging off your fat cock…Astra’s still on tour tomorrow…” Evelyn muttered, her cheeks flushed as she felt oddly…flattered by how openly the grotesque freak drooled over her.

“Nghhhh…but it feels so good, Eve-chan~! I-I don’t care! I know it’s Astra’syour tour, but I can’t get over you…that pretty face and those huge, squishy tits and fat, juicy ass. There’s nothing as good as getting to use a woman like you as a cumdump. I-I’ll delete those pictures of Astra, I promise! Just as long as you let me use you as much as I want until the tour’s over, it’d be a dream come true for me~!” Takemura whined, his half-hard cock already pulsing back to its monstrous eighteen inch length and sliding between her latex-clad thighs, sticky schplrtch~ noises emerging from pulsing cockhead splattering pre all over her, his slimy tongue sliding out and licking the sweat off from her see commenthead-sized tits as his begging eyes stared up at her.

“W-wait…y-you’re serious? You’ll get rid of all of them? No backups? No cloud copies?” Evelyn bit her lip as she met his gaze, a soft chorus of fleshy PAP~PAP~PAPS ringing out as Takemura humped against her, sending ripples through her heaving tits and soft, bubbly assfat while his clammy fingers glommed onto her pencil-thin waist.

“Oughhhh~ Y-yes! I-I only kept those pictures for me to get off to, Astra’s body in cosplay is just so erotic…having her be my model was like a dream come true…but using Eve-chan to milk my cock is even better! I-if you let me do whatever I want with you, just until the end of the tour, I promise! If I can fuck a babe like you like my very own girlfriend, even for a little bit, I’ll give up anything! ᴍᴍᴍᴍᴘʜʜʜʜ~ sʜᴏᴏᴏᴏ sᴏғᴛᴛᴛᴛᴛ....💞” Takemura’s high-pitched, pleading noises were every bit as grating as usual, but interspersed with the muffled grunts and moans he gave off as he buried his face into Evelyn’s creamy, jiggly jugs, popping through more than a few buttons on her top and making her cleavage spill out for his slimy tongue to roll against like he was a hungry calf begging to drink from his mother’s nipple.

The display was, by all means, utterly pathetic…but that didn’t stop Evelyn from blushing just a little bit more at Takemura’s eagerness to have her as his spunk-swilling, fat-breasted fuckdoll of a girlfriend, and his brown eyes beneath his round, thick-rimmed glasses portrayed an earnestness behind his promise that made it a difficult proposition to turn down.

“I…l-look, Takemura, I get that you’ve got this delusion of yours going on…but I am not and will never be your girlfriend. This is an arrangement to protect Ms. Astra, nothing more, nothing less…but…if you’ll lose those pictures PERMANENTLY, I suppose I could entertain your demands. Just remember that the tour ends in two weeks from now, and you can’t keep me from my duties to Astra just to get you off!” Evelyn asserted, met with a hurried rhythm of nods between her mammoth sized mammaries, his piggish snout squashed into her chest as he made a happy, grunting noise like an overjoyed housepet.

“No problem! I’ll work around your schedule…make the most of every minute of these next two weeks! Hahhhh…b-but first…c-could you give me a paizuri next? I’m hard again, and those juicy tits of yours in your suit are just too perfect…” 

Evelyn rolled her eyes, the stubby little runt’s request accompanied by a heavy SCHLAP of his blubbery body smacking into her that had her looking behind her in awe at the sheer length of his veiny hole-wrecker, spanning long beyond where her enormous asscheeks ended. Takemura’s cloying obsession with her and her wet dream of a body was exactly the sort of disgusting neediness that she’d been trained to ward away from Astra, and yet she was here allowing him to indulge in every last one of his twisted fantasies towards her.

“F-fine…You better blow every last fucking drop of the wriggler-stuffed jizz churning up in those nuts of yours. If I need to handle you right in the middle of the most intense period of the tour, I’m at least gonna need a full night’s sleep tomorrow.”

She sighed, slowly peeling herself away from him and dropping to her knees, squeezing her buxom, head-engulfing tits together before shuffling herself forward, watching Takemura’s eyes roll back in his head as his spit-slimed cock, glistening from the brain-rattling throatfuck he’d just enjoyed, was pushed between her squishy teats.

“Y-yes…quick, absolutely, Eve-chan! A-and then, tomorrow, I’ll come to the Starloop, and we’ll…nghhhh, oughhhhh, Eve-chan’s juicy paizuri feels too good~” Takemura interrupted himself, his throbbing cock-shaft spewing thick globs of jizz from its enormous slit, while Evelyn rolled her eyes, ignoring the warm blush surging from her cheeks while she stroked him off between her massive knockers.

“Oh God, I’m so going to regret agreeing to this soon…” She thought to herself, the beefy knob of his bloated breeding-bat slapped against her chin and leaving her space to slip her tongue free and swirl it across the pungent tip of his cock, what little parts of her could continue to feel anything but debauched desire for more steaming hot ball-gunk pumped into the pit of her stomach slowly shutting off as she resigned herself to the brainrotting potency of his thick pre sliding down her gullet.

Despite all attempts to the contrary, this was going to be a long, long night…

—

The sun was high and obnoxiously bright in the midday sky over New Eridu’s Throne Quarter, its blinding rays and scorching summer heat making the sand across the Fantasy Resort soak in a skin-reddening heat that threatened to burn the exposed feet of any who dared to step across it. Summers in New Eridu had a tendency to burn bright, long and hard, and the city’s citizens had long since grown used to weathering those conditions, beating the heat beneath the cool shade of palm trees and coconut water while playing volleyball on the scorching sand. With the newly renovated resort in full swing for the season, one would’ve expected the beach to be brimming with life, full of families and friends indulging in the joys of summer and playing by the ocean’s sloshing waves.

The beach WAS packed, that was for sure. But the volleyball nets, the boomboxes, the sandcastles and beach mats had all been abandoned, as a crowd of hundreds of guests surged around one single area drawing in the attention of the entire beach.

A ring of burly, black-suited Odeum guards walled off the crowd as their murmurs turned to a massive, drowning cacophony of excitable gossip, phones held at the ready as the most dedicated Astra Yao superfans hooped and hollered at the merest glimpse of their beloved idol walled off in the center of an only partially built stage.

“No way, is this the next location on Astra Yao’s pop up tour? This is gonna be so epic!”

“Are they doing some last minute dance routine practice? Boost me up dude! You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see those massive tits of hers up close, imagine how much a snapshot would sell for on Inter-knot!”

“O-Omigosh, c-can I get a backstage pass, please?! I know that’s not how these pop-up shows usually work, but I HAVE to get one, I’ll give you my entire month’s paycheque! Astra LITERALLY saved my life!”

Astra, for her part, was an understandable showstealer in her current attire, clad in a luau that ended right at the midsection of her thighs and left a good few glimpses of her enormously rotund, head-sized ass-flanks open to be observed with every swish of her hips she made as part of her dance routine. Her midsection was bare, the summer sun lightly tanning her usual pale complexion to an ever so slightly sunkissed tone that displayed the snatched, silky smooth contours of her stick-thin waist even better, looking even more ridiculously tiny compared to the ENORMOUS MINI-BLIMPS HANGING FROM HER CHEST THAT SQUEEZED HER BLOOD-RED BRALETTE TO ABSURD LIMITS AGAINST HER BODY!~

With the low thump of music from the gathered speakers set across the stage drowned out by the crowd, she stopped in her motions alongside her backup dancers, the menagerie of the fittest, most well-trained choreographers T.O.P.S money could hire all gathering their breath and guzzling down water, meanwhile their leader strutted confidently with her head high and her colossal cleavage pushed out proudly. Somehow, despite carrying what had to be nearly half her entire bodyweight in nothing but the globes of her titanic tits and asscheeks, bore an athleticism that kept her brimming with energy after hauling those around through a nearly three hour dance routine.

The strings of her bra sunk into the buoyant mass of her sweat-soaked titties as she bounced off the stage, flushed with excitement at the sight of her growing entourage of adoring fans, the enormous buds of her thick, elongated nipples pushing out the cups of her bra as they barely covered a third of her areolas, easily making for the skimpiest attire Astra had ever worn for a public appearance, which of course only made the fans rave that much harder as she approached eager to address them.

A band of guards surrounded her as the surging horde skulked towards them, the blinding lights of phone cameras and the noises of screeching pleas, marriage requests, confessions, curses, and offers to serve as her slave filled the air.

“M-Ms. Yao, we might need you to get back to the trailer! The crowd’s getting a bit rowdy here…” One guard recommended, met with confusion from the black-haired songstress as she chirped back happily.

“Really? I mean…the crowd’s big, but we’ve seen bigger before, right? Usually Eve can take care of it if things ever get too rowdy!”

“T-that’s exactly the problem…we don’t know why, but we can’t contact Ms. Chevalier…she’s been offline since the past hour, we have no idea where she is!”

THAT gave Astra some pause, Evelyn was usually so overprotective, she could barely even imagine a time where she was on stage or prepping for a show where she couldn’t feel her best friend watching her from afar, even when she couldn’t find her. Now she was away from the security detail right in the middle of setting up for a pop-up show where anything could happen? She had been acting weird for a while, ever since the last few weeks when she’d been glued to her phone texting (what Astra strongly suspected was) a secret admirer and slipping away late at night…

“Ouhhhhh! So THAT’S what’s going on. Hehehe, oh Eve, why didn’t you tell me if you wanted to sneak off for a bit…” Astra laughed to herself, confusing the guard with her bright, beaming smile before her security began to grab her by her slender shoulders and push her along to her trailer.

“We’ll have to be relocating you now, Ms. Yao! Stay put until we’ve set up for the show and found Ms. Chevalier. Your safety is the utmost priority.”

“Oh, I’ll be fine, thank you. Besides, I’ve got an idea where Eve might be…” Astra tried to reassure the suited guards, smirking to herself as she whispered her final remark to herself, eager to be led to her trailer where she could fish out her phone and gather all the juicy details on Eve’s beach getaway with whoever her lucky man was.

While Astra’s idea of what Evelyn was up to was far from the truth, it wouldn’t be unexpected for a casual onlooker to assume that Astra’s ever-stoic protector was caught in the midst of a romantic tryst of sorts. It was for that exact reason that Evelyn made sure their meeting place was far removed from the most populated corners of the beach. She was clad in a two-piece bikini at Takemura’s request, choosing a simple, standard beach order set of swimwear that, on her body, was stretched so thin and threadbare that it had turned into the exact kind of fetishized, body-hugging, super skimpy swimwear that excited the senses of the man she was wearing it for, the navy blue waistband of the bottom half turned into a glorified string bikini clutching onto her cartoonishly wide hips, threatening to explode at its seams from the slightest wrong movement or flex of the well-trained muscles that built Eve’s gloriously bottom-heavy frame.

Aside from her two piece, she wore only a pair of deeply shaded sunglasses and a wide-brimmed sun-hat to obscure her face, an essential condition to allow her to be out IN PUBLIC with…him…

Beside her on the mat they’d rolled onto the baking sand, the nearly nude figure of the stubby, pale-skinned shut-in geek who’d been defiling her at his leisure sat, reddened by the rays of sunshine pouring down on them and wincing as he applied squirt after thick, goopy spurt of sunblock onto himself. His fat gut hung over his thighs and hips from his position, the undersized swim-trunks he adorned stretched TAUT as they stood to the challenge of containing Takemura’s obese, perpetually half-hard fuckpole within it.

For whatever reason, Eve almost felt like the thing had started GROWING recently, as though its owner’s obsessive desire to turn the stunning blonde security guard into his own busty, cock-slobbering irrumatio-slut of a girlfriend led his body to further expand his only real redeeming feature and make it that much more unbelievably gigantic!

It lurched like an appendage belonging to an ethereal as he stretched with a groan, his nose tinted bright red as he took in a nasally breath, beady brown eyes consuming every juicy curve and squishy slope of her buxom body from head to toe.

“Heeehhhh…erhmmm, Eve-chan, isn’t the sun a little bright for you? You must be burning up! W-would you mind letting me share some of my sunblock with you? I’d love to lather you up…” The pasty pudgeball proposed, practically clutching his enormous tube of SPF with a deathgrip hard enough that it was a wonder it didn’t burst against his hand. Eve couldn’t help but think about the way he looked when he was stroking that enormous, beastlike otaku-cock while looking at it, and she hated the sensation of her stomach flipping and her cunt clenching ever so slightly at the thought of it, her eyes flickering downwards and seeing the obscene BULGE that greeted her beneath Takemura’s shorts.

“Gᴏᴅ, I ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴɪɴɢ ɪᴛ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪs ʙɪɢɢᴇʀ...THICKER ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ IS ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ? Lᴏᴏᴋs ᴛʜɪᴄᴋᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴍs ᴏɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴇᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴀʟs I'ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ…”

“L-look…I get that you said you wanted me to be your…girlfriend till the tour’s over…but I kinda expected that meant, you know…just more sex, I don’t really have the time to be going on little dates like this…” Evelyn murmured, shivering at Takemura’s clammy hands reaching for her hips, her eyes shifting to watch the screen of her phone poking out through her handbag, buzzing from missed calls and messages demanding her location. She’d never been MIA this long when it came to matters concerning Astra, why was she going so far for this fucking creep? Why was she laying down so easily at the slightest nudge of his hands? Why wasn’t she insisting he get off her when he rolled atop and straddled her with his THICK, BEEFY BULLCOCK RADIATING ITS WARMTH AGAINST HER PUSSY THROUGH HER BIKINI BOTTOM AND STRETCHING SO FAR AGAINST HER STOMACH IT SLID BETWEEN THE BOTTOM CORNERS OF HER SQUISHY CLEAVAGE ALL THE SAME!

“I’ll be quick! I wouldn’t want to stop Ms. Yao from performing…her new outfit looks even cuter than those pictures of her cosplay that I have…b-but I just want to make sure we’ve had a good time together first, Eve-chan…y-you carrying around these b-big, heavy milk-jugs must be so hard…you definitely need a massage! In fact, I won’t let you leave till I’ve relieved all your stress! Don’t you dare look at that phone again, Eve-chan! N-not till I’m done with you…”

Takemura asserted, his voice crackling amidst his attempts to assert some dominance over her. Evelyn chuckled a bit under her breath, a mild pink hue flushing her cheeks which was thankfully overshadowed by her sunhat…why did she find him almost…cute like this?

With his every breath labored and chaotic, his eyes lazer focused on Eve’s barely covered teats while he uncapped the gallon of sunblock, hurriedly pouring a fat, heavy flow of the stuff from Eve’s navel all the way up to the unimaginably deep valley of heavenly titflesh between her colossal calcium cannons.

“Well…I suppose I do have to entertain you as part of our deal…go on then, if you’re so obsessed with making me feel good, it better be a damn good massage. I’ve got more than enough skills to punish you if you disappoint me…” Eve told him, making Takemura’s already hyperactive heart beat at nearly double the pace, nodding while a fat bead of sweat rolled down his rudolf-red nose, and he slapped his pudgy hands against her hips on either side, rolling them onto the slope of her belly where the sunblock had been so messily sprayed and beginning to rub across it in circles, his body practically boiling in the sweat he sprayed across himself while his cock noisily ejected fat blorts of pre-jizz to be caught in his trunks with each passing second!

Evelyn could FEEL the weight of that clumpy cock-gunk through the fabric of Takemura’s unnaturally strong swim-trunks, shivering as his touch grew more and more confident as it traveled up from her hips, over her belly button, and slowly but surely approached her fat, heaving tits, calling to the sweaty shut-in like a pair of ripe coconuts found by a man who’d been dying of thirst in the desert for days before coming upon a spring oasis. Only rather than coconuts, each enormous tit-sphere was more the size of a genetically enhanced watermelon, so ripe and full and humungous in its lush, juicy freshness that it was practically incomparable to those of the old world.

He paused for a moment, clearly enraptured in the sight of those sloshing mammaries heaving with the slightest breath Evelyn gave, his trunks turned into a glorified speedo that looked ready to snap at any second as the tip of his elephantine shaft twitched between the bottom portions of her cleavage.

“...Well now, what are you waiting for now? Something got your eye? I might just get disappointed if you’re gonna stop right when it’s getting good.” Evelyn teased, yanking his attention back to his task with a sly smirk that tugged at his most primal instincts.

In a single sudden move he stuffed his palms between her breasts, letting them vanish totally in the gargantuan mass of those milk white mammoth tits, his movements shuffling them around as her diamond-stiff nipples jutted out prominently through the teeny triangular cloth strips that preserved what little modesty she had.

Takemura’s sweat soaked hands were covered in a layer of sunblock as he gently applied the mixture onto Evelyn’s skin…if only as a side effect of groping her with all he could muster, dragging his hands out from the space between her breasts and stroking up along them, slipping his fingers by some fateful accident underneath her bikini top and grabbing at the nubs of her erect nipples while she whined with pleasure from that sole, gentle movement. She whined, arching her back and furrowing her brow beneath her sunglasses, thankful that they hid the shameful display of pleasure apparent on her face.

Takemura clearly had no prior experience, running off nothing but sheer instinct and his own perverse curiosity to familiarize himself with the sensations of Evelyn’s buxom, breeding-built wet-dream of a body that outdid the insanely pornographic proportions of the women that filled his favorite hentai series’...and yet the ever cold and collected super-spy found herself completely cowed by it. The sturdy musculature of her thighs clenched and rippled as the throbbing pleasure center of her clit buzzed in the open air, a thick gulp traveling down her throat, the oily slickness of her super-sized bra-busters making them all the more enticing for Takemura to touch and knead from every corner he could find, alternating between squeezing into that doughy soft titty-fat so hard that his fat fingers were practically sinking right into their obscene mass, and tugging and tweaking at her nipples experimentally with motions that brought her closer to a shameful climax every second they went on!

Instinctively, she jerked her body upwards and tossed Takemura onto the sand, the potbellied runt grunting with frustration as he rose once more as quickly as he could, the fabric of his trunks STRETCHED to an obscene limit that left more than half of his almost 20 inch fuck-shaft practically uncovered, twitching to the awe-inspiring state of THICK, HOLE-BUSTING FLESH HARDER THAN THE FINEST PORCELUME ALLOY AROUND AS HE WAS GREETED WITH THE SIGHT OF EVELYN TURNED AROUND, HER ENORMOUS ASS-SPHERES LIFTED TO THE SKY WITH THE LIGHT OF THE SUN SHINING DOWN UPON EACH BUBBLY SLOPE OF BOOTYMEAT.

“Well…y-you certainly put up a good effort there, I’ll give you that. Better focus up now though, Takemura, you were going so dumb staring that you didn’t even ask to handle the b-ACK~!”

Takemura, still completely controlled by his own state of lustful frenzy, clambering onto her again with as much speed as his portly body could allow, his breaths like the last guttural bellows of a slain bison with the length of his barely-clad cock sunk into the cushiony cavern formed between her oversized fuck-flanks, right as his member surged with such power that it tore right through his trunks entirely!

“God...you've really riled him up haven't you, Evelyn? Oh well...at least he might finally get off so I can get the time to do my damn job already. My phone's been blowing up with messages…” Evelyn smirked to herself from her position, her twitching pussy just narrowly having avoided being made to squirt all over the beach, though still stimulated ever so slightly as Takemura poured every last remaining dredge of sunscreen onto her milk-white ass-shelf, it was more than enough for her to stave off for the time being, allowing her to sneakily retrieve her phone as her cheeks were hotdogged and her rear was turned into a giant, shiny target upon which the fat-cocked hikkikomori could doll out all his pent-up desire on.

Evelyn would soon rue her own overconfidence in how well she had Takemura under her control, distracted by the messages she’d received from Astra and the rest of the tour’s security detail, her usual superhuman reflexes and sense of her surroundings were dulled enough that she could barely hone in on the noisy PFLRTTTTTTT of Takemura spattering what little sunblock was left onto his cock as a makeshift lubricant, before poising the fist-sized knob of his obese bitchbreaker right where Eve’s squishy smack-spheres joined together.

As the glistening, pre-spewing cock-tip slowly pushed through the absurdly dense layers of wobbly fuck-fat that made up Evelyn’s ginormous ass, the blonde-haired stunner’s phone ringed, a call from Astra herself taking her attention and making her rush to pick it up, right as…

THWAAAAAPSCHHHHHH~!!!💔💔💞

Over HALF of the near 20 inch hole-wrecker Takemura was slinging between his thighs slammed into Evelyn’s ass right as she picked up the line! A gasp of pleasure and pain spilling out from between her teeth as her instinctive muscle control worked against her almost immediately, the walls of her asshole clinging onto every throbbing vein of that pristine pale pussy-pump and tightening with a clutch hard enough to snap a set of grippers completely!

“Eve! Oh my gosh, everyone’s freaking out about you not being here, but there’s no need to apologize! I mean, I definitely have a couple of ideas of what you’re up to already after all…and not to worry, I totes support it! One million gajillion percent! I just wish you’d be more honest with me about it Eve, really. We are besties after all…” The excitable flurry of words from Astra’s mouth served as a dim reminder for Eve to control herself, keeping cool and collected without directing a raging flood of killing intent towards Takemura that would likely stop the little runt’s heart.

“This is for Astra, this is for Astra…just remember that Evelyn, you’ve handled much, MUCH worse…” She reassured herself in her mind, though even she didn’t feel quite so sure of that, even some of her most deadly missions never felt quite as intense as the brain-melting sensation of her asshole being stuffed to the brim with so many steely inches of oversized otaku fuckmeat all at once.

“A-Astra…w-what the hell are you talking about…l-look, I’m sorry I’m not around right now…some important…nghhhh, n-new info on the tour came up that I have to take a DEEP look into right now, but…ᴴ⁻ʰᵒˡʸ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ˢʰᶦᵗ, ʸᵒᵘ ᴮᴬˢᵀᴬᴿᴰ, ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵈᶦᵈ ᴵ ˢᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢʰᵒᵛᵉ ᶦᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵘᵖ ᵐʸ ᵃˢˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗˀ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵ ˢᵃᶦᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ᵐʸ ᵖᵘˢˢʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ...ⁿʳᵍʰʰʰʰ ᴳᵃʷᵈ, ˢᵒ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ… errrr…b-but I’ll be back soon, just as soon as I handle this…BIG problem…” Eve croaked out, whispering back at Takemura between the low-pitched grunts she gave into the phone as he spread both her asscheeks with his soft, pudgy hands, sinking ever deeper into her asshole bit by bit as he hissed from the sensation of all that 

“Oh yeah? I’m sure you’re just superrrrr busy right now…come on Eve, you can quit the whole act, you know, I can hear someone else on the phone, someone must have a hot date with the little mystery man you never tell me about~” Astra teased, her accusation striking through right as a particularly GUT-PUNCHING THRUST OF TAKEMURA’S TITAN-SIZED DICK-SLAB HIT HER LIKE A SPEEDING TRUCK!


“U-unghhhhh…T-that’s not…I keep telling you, that’s not what’s happen-ʰᵒˡʸ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ, ᶜ⁻ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵀᴼᴾ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈˀ ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ˢᴸᴬᴹᴹᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴳᴿᴱᴬˢʸ ᴰᴵᶜᴷ ᴵᴺ ᴹʸ ᴬˢˢ ˢᴼ ᴴᴬᴿᴰ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ… I-I mean…whatever it is you think I’m doing, it’s wrong. I’ll be there in…nghhhh, m-maybe an hour, alright?” Evelyn’s face was contorted into a strange, captivating cross between a teary-eyed frown and a blissful, blank-faced smile of agonizing pleasure, Takemura’s beefy nuts were smacking HEAVILY against the cleft of her pussylips while his hoarse breaths washed over her face the entire time, putting her collected facade on the verge of complete and total shattering from the sheer force of the BRAIN-MELTING PLAP-RUTS POUNDING AGAINST HER ASSCHEEKS!

“An hour, huh? You must really not want your little date to end, Eve. Your man must be amazing, honestly, I’m kinda jealous! You should stop being so embarrassed one of these days, I’d love to meet him, you’re probably sitting on a grade-A hunk if you’re that deadset on keeping him to yourself, I’m kinda jealous!”

The irony was so palpable Evelyn would’ve burst out laughing if she wasn’t on the verge of squirting her brains out being mounted and rutted like some unbred heifer by a potbellied, asthmatic, sweat-soaked freak the likes of which she would usually be turning away from Astra to keep their grubby mitts off her!

“G-getting…b-bussssyyyyyy…t-talk later, kay…” Emily groaned into the beach mat, hurriedly tapping at her screen to hang up on Astra. She screeched LOUD into the mat, muffling her own screams as she unconsciously arched her back into Takemura’s thrusts, dribbles of drool dripping from his wide open mouth between the small of her back, his panting making it clear he was running on fumes at this point, pushing his unathletic body to the limits of what it was capable of and only preventing himself from passing out by his unearthly desire to PUMP HIS GUT-STUFFING CUM-LOAD DEEP INSIDE OF EVELYN’S TIGHT, JUICY ASS-CUNT!

“F-Fughhhhh….Eve-chan! I-I’m about to…” Takemura’s voice came out as a shrill, needy plea, his clammy fingers digging into Evelyn’s springy-soft asscheeks as the ear-piercing chorus of PAP~PAP~PAPS~! Thundering from each smack of his body into Evelyn’s rear.

“G-Gᴏᴅ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴀᴍᴍɪᴛ...J-Jᴜsᴛ FUCKING CUM ALREADY! PLEASE FUCKING CUM FOR ME~!!!” Eve’s ragged, raspy screams were meant to convey her desperation to get this ordeal over with, but every word that leaked free from her lips was laced with a tone of carnal lust that made it sound more like a primal, echoing plea for Takemura to stuff her guts to the brim. In truth, even Evelyn herself couldn’t be sure how much of what she was doing was to merely bring him over the edge and how much of it was some sick, twisted enjoyment she was gaining from being fucked like a worn out onahole gripping onto every inch of Takemura’s pulsating cock-meat.

Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to question herself too much, not when the sweat-soaked behemoth on top of her began to grunt and roar as his beefy dick bloated inside of her in preparation to empty its payload, an awful, nasty, CHURNING sound of Eve’s inner folds being completely CRUSHED by his gargantuan meat-mallet, a fleshy PHWOPPPPP~!! Of his nuts bashing into her upturned ass ringing out, only for that sound to be buried immediately under the even cruder, fouler sound of his long-delayed ejaculation spilling into her with full force! 

The whites of Evelyn’s eyes pulled back, the red veins scattered across her sclera looking bright and blood-filled as an indescribable sound like a thick, gushing overflow of RAW, STODGY HIKKIKOMORI SEMEN POURING INTO HER LIKE A MASS OF STICKY SPERM-SLOP PUSHING HER WOMB OUT AND BULGING HER STOMACH OUT WITH ONLY ITS FIRST FEW SPLURTS! Evelyn, with her vision whited out and her legs splayed apart, twitching madly and letting out low, guttural choking noises as though her body itself was malfunctioning, finally regained some semblance of her senses right as a euphorically blissful orgasm struck her like a speeding bullet train hot off the heels of her guts being power-hosed by Takemura’s vein-marked anaconda of a cock!

Her squeals hit the air with enough force that their ear-piercing pitch shattered a few glasses propped on the beachside bar table a short walk away, cutting through even the crowd of Astra devotees eagerly yearning to make contact with their idol, only to be ignored and brushed off as the cries of another eager fangirl obsessed with the darling of New Eridu’s music industry. Ironically, that moment would’ve marked one of the first times in her recent memory that any thought of Astra was totally wiped from her mind…along with her job, and her past, and her trauma…and her name, and practically anything that didn’t center around the brain-blitzing pleasure that filled her with every pulse of Takemura’s spunk-pissing horse-cock inside of her.

By the time he was done nutting inside her, Evelyn almost felt like she’d died and been reborn, her midsection gravid with what had to be GALLONS of sticky geek-jizz sloshing around inside her womb and marking the walls of her beaten, sensitive pussyfolds, which gasped for air and twitched hungrily, clutching at nothing with a painful loss as Takemura’s flabby flesh heaved off her and extricated his chunky dickmeat from her asshole. A sticky, syrupy sound of Bʟᴏʀᴛs~ and Bʟʀᴘs~ signaled thick, magma hot streaks of the fat fuck’s greasy, stinky ball-gunk pouring free from her gaped asshole as he loomed over her, catching his breath with his turgid fuck-pole at half-mast and STILL looking like a monstrous meat-pillar that Evelyn couldn’t keep her eyes off.

“O-oh my God…Eve-chan, I-I’m so sorry! I might have just embarrassed you in front of Ms. Yao…p-please forgive me! Y-your ass just looked so good all oily and bouncy like that…I couldn’t help myself…” 

Once his primal lust had been purged, the greasy-haired pudgeball had returned to his usual shy, unassuming self, spouting apologetics madly as though awaiting the most painful punishment the buxom blonde’s well-trained hands could deliver…instead, he watched as Eve merely stared back at him, gathering her breath in deep, slow pants while looking square at his GROTESQUELY THICK SLAB OF SPERM-BELCHING DICK-FLESH BOUNCING BETWEEN HIS LEGS. She rolled over and repositioned herself, sitting on her haunches while her still gaped asshole spilled over like a waterfall of chunky otaku-spunk, and then immediately BURIED HER PRISTINE FACE INTO THE UNDERSIDE OF THAT HALF-HARD COCKLOG, HUFFING THE GRODY MUSK OF SPERM-CAKED COCK AND LETTING IT ERODE HER BRAINCELLS.

“E-Eve-chan! What are you-oughhhhh my God…I…d-doesn’t Astra need you? W-we should probably call it quits soon, shouldn’t we?” Takemura asked, his voice oscillating between nervousness and excitement as his shaft was attacked from base to throbbing glans with heavy, slimy tongue-lashes and circling motions around its fist-sized head that left it weeping what little excess morsels of ejaculate hadn’t been pumped out already.

The sound of her sticky, loving, cock-worshipping mouth muscles looping against Takemura’s blood-red dickhead and squeezing out all that was left from it like an empty tube of toothpaste formed a lecherous symphony that was cut off as Eve pulled her head back ever so slightly so nothing but the tip of her tongue was tracing Takemura’s piss-hole.

“...Astra’s a big girl…she can handle a few more minutes on her own…I’ll just be a half hour late or so…or maybe a whole hour…ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ғᴀᴛ, sᴍᴇʟʟʏ ɴᴇʀᴅ-ᴅɪᴄᴋ ɪs sᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴜɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ REEKING ᴏғ sᴘᴜɴᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀss...ᵍᵃʷᵈ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˢᵒ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵘⁿᶠᵃᶦʳ ʰᵒʷ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᶦᵗ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉˢ…”

A dim part of Takemura still instinctively thought it right to push back, but the firmness of Evelyn’s words, coupled with the deadly strong glare her beaming eyes pushed into his from below as she dragged her tongue down the underside of his half-soft monstrosity of a dick to sloppily suckle at the stained orbs of his weighty cum-tanks below, he decided against it…and at that moment, he was almost unsure of whether she was acting according to his whims to protect Ms. Yao, or if he had become the unwitting hostage to satiate her carnal desires…

—

Over the next few weeks of Astra Yao’s Eridu concert tour, Evelyn ensured that Takemura would receive the full extent of the “benefits” their deal entitled him to as his newly minted “girlfriend”. His shut-in tendencies had been slowly excised as his infatuation with the otherworldly pleasure the busty blonde’s figure offered motivated him to venture to reaches outside of his musty room and densely packed souvenir store that he’d never been to before.

Making the most of the perverse quid pro quo they’d formed was one thing, but it was clear from the lengths both of them went through that their eagerness for every new encounter went far beyond something so transactional. Evelyn in particular was going to lengths that her rational mind would never have believed necessary merely to ensure Astra’s privacy and protection before, even if she told herself for some time that she was still acting with that as her only goal.

Their meetings intensified at an ever-expanding pace each time they slaked their lusts with one another, and soon any boundaries or rules prior established became completely nebulous and indeterminate in the face of what granted them pleasure. Evelyn had departed from important choreography practice sessions and high profile interviews and promotional appearances to ream her throat out on the sweaty, nasty seed-spewer that was Takemura’s hulking cocklength. She disappeared in the dead of the night to meet him in secluded alleyways where she ripped open her latex pants and trapped his pulsing pussy-wrecker between her phat, porcelain-white asscheeks and hotdogged him until he coated those buns like a frosting-covered cake drowned in inches-thick layers of slimy, sticky jizz-ropes that warmed her skin beneath their incredible heat.

Astra, for her part, was all too aware that something was going on, but like the pure soul she was, she didn’t dare to pry into it, more than happy to bear a smug, knowing smile as her suspicions of Evelyn’s secret lover and their heated trysts were solidified with each of her friend’s sudden disappearances. By now though, her suspicions were barely out of line with the truth of her best friend’s exploits, if only vastly limited by Astra’s incapability of imagining the extents of depravity her closest friend was engaged with.

Takemura’s clammy touch had gone from something that made her shiver with loathing and silently beg for it to be over to a trigger that unleashed a cock-hungry vixen inside of her that could only be satisfied by HIM, the brain-warping orgasm she’d been delivered by that mutant sized horse-meat fucking her ass into submission was only the beginning in turning her fascination with Takemura as a sexual being into a raging obsession, and every time that obese dick-length dared to venture to the sopping wet folds of her pussy, it grew exponentially.

Evelyn’s spine tingled with the memory of cunt-breaking bliss that colored the past few weeks on tour. She’d been hauled into a dressing room trailer in the Outer ring, the scalding heat sending sweat droplets pouring from her every pore as she was carried atop Astra’s dresser drawer, her trim midriff distended by the bulk of Takemura’s enormous dick punching into her pussy and stretching her out beyond all limits she once thought possible within the confines of human anatomy, and brought to several orgasms that left her a babbling mess of a woman aching to feel the release of his greasy jizz into her womb. She was sorely disappointed when, instead, her “boyfriend” shot wave after wave of throat-clogging sperm down her mouth and left her guts swollen with his hot, heavy cumload a mere hour before Astra was due for her pre-show touch-up.

She’d never vocalized it, but the longer they fucked, the more a dark, twisted part of her eagerly yearned to drive Takemura to wring his fat nuts dry inside of her and bear the risk of their genetic material melding together in a soup of sinful ecstacy. Some part of her knew that, for as far as she’d fallen already, that would be the ultimate turning point from which she could never return, that something in her would shatter entirely and give way to an entirely new Evelyn Chevalier…but the prospect of that only excited her that much more, making her bounce her hips that much harder when she straddled and rode his monstrous member, and clap her thick, bubbly asscheeks together even harder against him when he mounted her from behind, pulling out every trick in the book to ensure she’d be stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey.

It was the very last day of the Eridu tour when that final plunge had been made, Evelyn watched from the sidelines as Astra sang her heart out before an enormous crowd of Lumina Square concertgoers. Her tights were pulled taut to the upper half of her wide, chunky thighs as her elbows rested on storage crates lining the backstage entrance, though this time, unlike her usual quiet appreciation of Astra’s always stellar performances while scanning the crowd for any potential threats in her midst, her eyes swirled about in her skull while her knees wobbled, her legs slickened by the flow of pussy-juice pouring out of her nethers while Takemura ate out the folds of her cunt with shocking expertise. The tune of those soulful, upbeat lyrics that never failed to stir something in her jaded spirit were now twisted and deformed by the bliss flooding through her, practically choking her on the flood of her addictively sweet cunny-syrup squirting out from the depths of her cunt, and right as the show hit the peak of its stride, the culmination of countless months of practice to perfect the performance of the pop-star’s newest guaranteed hit single, the fat, greasy fuck yanked his jeans down and SLAMMED every burly, sweat-soaked inch of his shaft down to the balls. 

Evelyn couldn’t begin to remember the finer details of how hard she’d been rammed over the storage boxes, how her knuckles went white as she gripped onto it for dear life and screamed her heart out, the sound of her mewls vanishing into the booming reverberations of Astra’s voice through the speakers, but more than the sound of her own screams, or even the vibrating sonata pitch of the woman who’s voice was once most dear to her, the primal roar that bellowed from Takemura’s maw as his shaft throbbed and finally erupted inside of her. She could only remember the sensation, the magma-like heat of his thick, sperm-encrusted essence inflating her innards until all she could feel was the weight of all that hot, slimy ball-slop splattering to the ground below her.

It was hours after the show had concluded, long after Takemura had departed, making sure to delete every last picture of Astra he had collected right in front of her, declaring their deal done with a wide, but somewhat mournful smile upon his face, when Evelyn told Astra that she wouldn’t be attending the scheduled Odeum investor’s ball tomorrow. The event was little more than a self-aggrandizing puff-project where T.O.P.S allied bigwigs associated with the company gathered to congratulate themselves on the continued dominance of the music industry that they only enjoyed due to Astra’s talent, but Evelyn had never so much as dared to even entertain the thought of missing it, at least not until an even more pressing priority presented itself. Of course, even for Astra, such an uncharacteristic request from her was too shocking not to be questioned, but Evelyn was more than prepared to reply with an explanation.

“Well…if I had to be honest, let’s just say I have a bit of a…a date planned for later.” Evelyn mouthed after mulling her words over in her head for a few moments before settling on something rather close to the truth.

Astra, with her pet theory finally confirmed, smugly smiled like she’d just won the lottery, bouncing up with unrestrained glee and wrapping her arms around Evelyn, the gravid, pillowy titties hanging from her chest squishing those delectable orbs of flesh against her face and nearly suffocating her below their pendulous mass.

“I knew it I knew it I knew it! You do have a secret boyfriend you haven’t been telling me about this whole time! Omigosh, if you’re missing the investor’s ball for this, it’s gotta be, like, super important right? Are you having your anniversary? Gosh, he has to be so great if you’ve been ditching me like crazy over him, right? When the hell am I gonna meet this mystery man, huh? You gotta tell me all about him sometime! I’d even be willing to skip out on the ball myself tomorrow to see him!” Astra excitedly yammered, giggling girlishly as her best friend pried herself away from the enormous slopes of her pillowy bosom to speak her piece.

The irony in her words was almost amusing, and a mere few weeks ago, Evelyn would’ve laughed at how sure Astra was that Evelyn’s “boyfriend” was some suave, strapping stud of a man, but at the point she was at, she almost didn’t entirely disagree with her impression of him. The idea of Astra meeting that big, slovenly slob of a man again, much less her knowing exactly why Evelyn was so enamored with him, made a small, sinful buzz of excitement travel up her spine...what the hell was wrong with her? Protecting Astra was her entire job and purpose, why did thinking of exposing her to the lusts of the same unwashed otaku bastard who broke her holes and her mind make her feel so…

“T-thanks a bunch for the offer, Astra…but…me and him…we’ve got some…personal things to attend to, I’d like him to myself for a little while…maybe you’ll meet him later, but I’m not in the mood to share him right now.” Evelyn smiled as she spoke, her tone betraying a deep, smoldering longing behind her every word, her teeth bearing down on her bottom lip, her senses still lingering on the sensation of slick, sticky remnants of Takemura’s potent seed from earlier seeping out of the busted open folds of her pussy while Astra remained totally unaware of it. 

She was already hungry for her next fill, and she knew exactly how she was going to get it.

—

While Astra was bored out of her mind, dressed to the nines in a flowery, regal, grotesquely overdesigned outfit that made her feel like a prized peacock being paraded before a crowd of admirers amongst whom she felt stunningly alone, Evelyn was but a few floors away from her on the very same starloop tower. The classy, decadently designed layout of the Emperor’s suite, with its soft linen bedding and finely curated, exotic scent made the shabbily dressed, fat-gutted lunk of blubber, sweat and acne sat upon it stand out like a polka-dotted elephant.

Clearly, Takemura had been pulled out from the natural habitat of his crusty dork-den and plopped into a setting that couldn’t have been more ill fitting for him with almost zero forewarning, his oily hair still matted to his forehead and woefully uncombed with the outer edges of his furry belly hanging out from the end of his stained t-shirt repping some dated mecha anime which Evelyn likely couldn’t have named if she had a gun to her and Astra’s heads. Somehow though, Takemura was far from the trashiest looking person in the room…albeit, the other party certainly managed to wear it far better.

Evelyn Chevalier looked like a pornographic parody of herself with her choice of attire, donning the garb of a shapely, sun-kissed, twin-tailed JK Gal with puffy, sparkling dickpillow lips and equally glittery eye-shadow making her sultry gaze hang over him like the blade of a guillotine. Her breasts were heaving with her every breath as they were held up by a tiny strip of sheer white cloth serving as a makeshift crop top tied together at her back, while a blood red, string-thin waistband of a thong peeked out from a set of incredibly tiny denim short-shorts that left more than three thirds of her huge, head-burying shelf of pale, soft assmeat hanging out in the open!

Takemura hadn’t expected to hear anything from her after their deal was done, much less be called to some secluded place like this and treated to a sight so painfully erotic that his club-sized cockbat was twitching madly and threatening to rip right through his undersized cargo-shorts from the slightest glimpse at it! He was sure that this had to be some kind of trap, some elaborate scheme to gain vengeance for being forced to undergo the humiliation of serving as his relief toy for so long, disguising herself as some bouncy, brainless bimbo-bitch on the prowl for long, stallion-sized otaku dicks to drain! Just one slip up or wrong move and he would find his neck ripped open by a hidden blade and his body neatly packed up and disposed of somewhere no one would ever find it, that had to be it!

With no means of defending himself, nor the courage to dare to even speak, he was left clutching at the bedsheets as his heart raced, the minutes of silence that hung in the air feeling like hours as Evelyn stared him down from across the room like a starved predator stalking its prey.

“I-I got rid of all the pictures! I couldn’t release anything of Ms. Yao now, even if I wanted to! I showed you just yesterday, didn’t I…” The portly man stuttered, turning his face away as Evelyn slinked onto the bed on top of him, the bottom half of her absurdly wide, wobbly asscheeks straddling his hairy thighs as she breathed in his scent like an addict getting their latest fix.

“Oh really now? Did you?” Evelyn whispered, her breath sending shivers coursing through his neck as her puckered lips lightly grazed his ear.

“Y-yes! I-I showed you everything, the cloud copies, the pictures on my phone…I-I even did a full display of my hard-drive for you…”

“Yeah…maybe so, but see, in my old line of work, we learn to be very, very cautious of sneaky little blackmailers. For all I know, you could have all sorts of backups locked away in some hidden server room I’ll never know about, or some AI generated pictures of Astra even worse than what you already had trained off it. Thing about blackmailers is that they always get in over their head once the deal is done…and they always ask for more..that’s what you want, right? more~” Evelyn interrupted him, her palm nuzzling against the pulsing mass of horse-hung dickbeef in his shorts, hooking her fingernails into the threads and slowly tearing them apart till his vein-mapped monstercock swung out into the open air and flopped against her trim midriff like some gigantic meat-lance.

Then, slowly, with her eyes focused in on his, she slowly dragged herself lower and lower, her glossy lips immediately latching onto the spewing faucet of his monstrous cockhead, a loud, sticky SCHULORRRRRPPPP~ echoing out across the room as she sucked a dense, hot dribble of pre-seed out from it like she was slurping from a jumbo straw! Takemura’s toes curled as he tossed his head back in pleasure, letting loose a wild groan as his throbbing cocktip was polished to perfection, then, a slick POP~! Slipped from her lips as they unlatched themselves from his cock-knob and she began to speak again.

“Honestly, I’m rather lucky that you came out with the deal you did…you could’ve asked for money, or a stock in Odeum, taken even more blackmail material…but you just need someone to call your girlfriend and suck and fuck this ʙɪɢ, ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀᴄᴏᴄᴋ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴛɪsғɪᴇᴅ? Tʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴀ ɴᴀsᴛʏ ɴᴇʀᴅ ғʀᴇᴀᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ғᴏʀ, ɪsɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ~?” She purred, blowing a thick mass of spit-bubbles against the edge of that gigantic phallic monument and winking up at him while she played with its beefy weight, dragging her lips and tongue along either side of the shaft before hawking a slimy wad of spit onto its length.

“I-I…w-well…it was great to do…all of that…b-but the deal’s over by now! I promise, I wouldn’t ask for anything else, you have to believe me-IEGHNNNNN~!!” He produced a loud, screeching mewl of pain and pleasure as Evelyn’s eyes went dark and her fingers, decorated with long, shiny false nails CLUTCHED tight against the base of his member with both hands while she continued to lovingly lick at it like a kitten thirsty for cream.

“Not gonna happen. With a big, beefy fuckin’ monster-dick like this and all that ʜᴏᴛ, sʟɪᴍʏʏʏʏ...ɴɢʜʜʜʜʜ...ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ DISGUSTING ᴊɪᴢᴢ sᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʙɪɢ, ʜᴀɪʀʏ, sᴡᴇᴀᴛʏ ɴᴜᴛs…” Evelyn seemed to distract herself for a moment, her speech nearly trance-like as her gaze focused in on the swinging mass of his leathery nuts before letting her instincts win as she dove her head down and unlatched her jaw as far as it could go to engulf almost half of BOTH of those apple sized balls between her lips and made sure to lather them THOROUGHLY in a slick sheen of warm spit glazing every last inch she could find!

“Ugh…fuckin’ DISGUSTING, a big, nasty, MUSKY FUCKIN’ HORSE-COCK LIKE THIS COULD NEVER BE SATISFIED BEATING OFF IN THAT CRUSTY ROOM OF YOURS…it’s practically a public service for me to take the effort to make sure it’s properly drained and keep you from getting any sick thoughts…a perv like you might even try making Astra scrub off your greasy fuckslab soon if you don’t have an outlet…” Her soft, pink lips stretched out and GUZZLED DOWN OVER HALF OF ITS THROBBING MASS INTO HER THROAT ALL AT ONCE. She stared up into his eyes as her tongue traced its swollen underside, her windpipe clenching and pulsing against his cock like a fleshy, living onahole!

GWUORRKKKKKSCHHHH~! GLRKT~! GRSCHLLLLLLTTTT~!!!

The unholy girth of Takemura’s raging hard bitch-splitter tested her well-trained gag-reflex to its limits, twitching and bucking in her hungry maw as it was sloppily worshipped from its vein-engorged tip nearly to the base! The stench of his sweat-soaked pubes saturated Evelyn’s nostrils and made her pussy leak through her shorts even harder, her body instinctively moving along to a carnal rhythm constructed by her own foggy mind, bouncing on the tips of her toes in her wide-legged squat while her humungous ass-globes danced in the air and WHOPPED thunderously against each other all the while.

Takemura’s poor, vulnerable cock was totally ENTRAPPED by the S-class suction of Evelyn’s nut-snatching dick-ditch of a mouth, leaving his words dying on his lips as he tried and failed to protest, consumed by the overwhelming flood of pleasure attacking his senses as heavy rivulets of his sticky pre-spunk spat out of his cocktip into Evelyn’s gullet with enough volume to put ten average men’s full cumshots to shame!

He could only dimly begin to find in him some will to speak once she noisily dragged her head back, coating every inch of his shaft in a shiny glaze of hot slut-slobber while the quaking mass of her hefty asscheeks slapping against one another dulled ever so slightly from her sheer commitment to draining that giant donkey-dick in this moment.

“N-no, r-really…I’d never, y-you have to believe me…I’d never try anything to make you mad knowing..”

“No use trying to convince me now, you’ll only risk making me really angry, and I think even you don’t want that, do you? I could feel your cock pulsing in my throat after I mentioned Astra, too. You should quit trying to lie to me, this’ll all go so much smoother if you do~” Evelyn tittered sweetly, softly gliding her naked palm along the underside of Takemura’s throbbing shaft and giggling at how he whined and bucked uselessly on the covers in response, before swiftly grabbing at the iron-hard member from both sides and roughly tugging at it for all it was worth while precum splattered from its piss-slit like a broken fountain.

“Really, there’s only one way this goes, Take-chan…you and your filthy, lustful pervert brain will always be a liability to Astra, so it only makes sense in my role as her bodyguard to cover for that vulnerability. From now on, I am going to personally play the part of your nasty, cock-hungry, cum-chugging girlfriend to ensure that you never attempt to risk Astra’s career again, which means I’m going to sᴜᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴀɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ʙɪɢ, ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ғᴜɢɢʜɪɴ' sᴘᴜɴᴋ-sʜᴏᴏᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀs ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛs ᴀɴʏ ᴡɪsᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀs...ᵃ⁻ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵍᵒ ᵒⁿ ᵈᵃᵗᵉˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ, ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ…” 

Her last few words were spluttered out quietly amidst her sultry tone, her pale cheeks flushing a soft pink of embarrassment as Takemura struggled to comprehend what he was hearing. Of course, Evelyn Chevalier was far too proud to make anything resembling a true love confession, but from someone as cold and logical as her, it was more than enough to make it incredibly clear just what she was asking, even to someone as dense as the heavyset geek who’s cock she was choking on for all it was worth.

“E-Eve-chan…”

“This is NOT a proposal, by the way, it’s a DEMAND, you don’t get any choice in the matter! Not like a perv like you would ever turn something like this down any way, having your own on-call cocksucker girlfriend to drain your big, sweaty nuts whenever? Yeah, that’s probably one of your biggest fucking fantasies…” Her attempt to portray confidence despite the rising pitch of her voice and the obvious blush taking over her face was sickeningly adorable, and the moment she saw the cheeky smile arising on Takemura’s lips just watching it, she redoubled her efforts in VACUUM-SUCTIONING THE ABSOLUTE SOUL OUT OF HIS GIANT DICK FOR ALL IT WAS FUCKING WORTH!

“O-oh FUCK! E-Eve-chan, if you keep sucking it that hard, I’m gonna…” Takemura grunted, eyes squeezed shut with pleasure as the ear-ringing chorus of Evelyn’s ginormous jiggle-globes whapping off one another consumed the room right alongside the carnal noise of his cock being devoured so voraciously. Rather than the condescending, powerful glare that evoked such effortless dominion over the situation she bore at first, Eve looked up at Takemura as though almost pleading, stricken with a pathetic yearning at the knowledge that he was about to reach his climax and feed her with that same potent cumshot she’d been obsessively thinking about since yesterday.

“ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ! sʜᴏᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴊɪᴢᴢ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴡ ɢɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ's ᴄᴜᴍᴅᴜᴍᴘ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ! ᴅᴏɪᴛᴅᴏɪᴛᴅᴏɪᴛᴅᴏɪᴛ!!!” She screeched in her mind, begging to have her gut stuffed to the brim with the bounty of Takemura’s cumshot, her heart fluttering with pride as she felt that telltale throb and heat of an oncoming eruption DEEP inside of her. The noise Takemura let loose himself as he thrusted his hips up against her lips was borderline incomprehensible, though Eve’s mind could barely even begin to pick up on it as her head slammed down into his groin and the thick, disgusting, SQUELCHING noise of GALLON AFTER GALLON OF CHUNKY NUT-BATTER SPLATTERING TO THE BOTTOM OF HER BELLY AND STUFFING HER GUTS WITH SHOT AFTER SHOT OF CUM POURING FREE FROM HIS DICKHEAD WITH NO END IN SIGHT!

She could feel her stomach slowly swelling with the sheer volume being packed inside of her by the second, each pulse of Takemura’s dick shifting the muscles of her throat alongside it. Every last cumshot hit like a heavy duty sniper rifle firing between her lips, launching highly pressurized volleys of greasy otaku jizz with enough volume and force that any other woman might have choked on it and had an ocean’s worth of chowdery cum spilling from her nostrils in suit.

But Evelyn, with her overwhelming resolve, steeled her teary eyes as she CHUGGED, CHUGGED CHUGGED to match every last gut-stuffing gallon of cum pumped into her throat!

The near endless flow of sperm saw Evelyn’s lean, athletic figure transform completely as a swollen, heavy cum-belly pushed out in her midsection, taking pride in every roar of pleasure Takemura gave as he panted like he’d run a triathlon from the sheer exhaustion of cumming that hard. The flow of his jizz eventually somewhat abated, but even then, his meaty cock-slab continued to pulse and shift as it drooled giant, sticky nut-worms on her journey up its length, her stretched lips sticky and wet with tears and drool, traveling incredibly slowly as though to catch every leftover trace of dick-musk attached to it, until finally releasing the appendage and leaving Takemura to fall flat on his back with his sloppy shaft standing proud against his soft figure.

He looked like he’d narrowly survived a heart attack from the way he panted and shivered on the bedsheets, staring into the ceiling like he’d reached some incomprehensible epiphany.

“I…I guess…if there really is no choice, I’d have to say yes, right, Eve-chan?” He spluttered out, halfway between a laugh and a painful wince, receiving no answer, though that was mostly because Evelyn was caught in her own worshipful admiration of his enormous shaft, lovingly stroking its still-hard length with a wicked glimmer in her eyes that sent a jolt of fear working through his spine at the ravenous look in her gaze.

Instead, she went on to SQUEEZE at his girthy cock from its base, leaving a hot, slimy lipstick stain on its side, not far from its dripping head, then winking coyly up at him.

“Good choice, Take-chan…but I did say I’d be making sure to drain this dick every day from now on…and this HOT, MEATY CUM-SHOOTER YOU’VE GOT IS STILL SO FUCKING HARD…can’t be slacking on my duties as a girlfriend on the first day, can I~?” Evelyn teased, her lust nearly totally unfazed by having her belly blown out with literal GALLONS worth of nasty shut-in sperm…Takemura gulped as he stared into her eyes, knowing that he had a long night ahead of him…