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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      ハヤテのごとく!_|_Hayate_no_Gotoku!_|_Hayate_the_Combat_Butler
  Relationship:
      Katsura_Hinagiku/Nishizawa_Ayumu, Ayasaki_Hayate/Nishizawa_Ayumu,
      Nishizawa_Ayumu/Various, Nishizawa_Ayumu/Harem
  Character:
      Nishizawa_Ayumu, Hinagiku_Katsura, Tsurugino_Kayura, Ayasaki_Hayate,
      Athena_Tennousu
  Additional Tags:
      Reverse_Harem, Harems, Breast_Expansion, Large_Breasts, Eiken-sized
      Breasts, Lactation, Breastfeeding, Body_Worship, Breast_Worship, Yuri,
      Het, Bisexual_Female_Character, Crack, Smut, this_is_an_old_fic
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-30 Words: 7385
****** BE Goddess Ayumu Nishizawa ******
by EvilFuzzy9
Summary
     Ayumu Nishizawa wakes up, changed, and in a way that she very much
     would not have expected. This is just a lewd and cheeky bit of
     garbage. [BE, lactation, oldfic, oneshot, crack]
One night, Ayumu Nishizawa went to bed in her room at the old apartment
building. When she went to sleep, she was modestly endowed, perhaps, but not
especially curvy in any real way.
When she awoke, however...
Ayumu stared down at her body. She could not believe what she was seeing. It
was simply inconceivable.
First of all, she was naked under her covers. Considering that she never slept
in the buff, and could clearly remember going to sleep wearing pajamas, this
was very unusual. She was not a sleepwalker, as far as she knew, so it wasn't
like she could have stripped in her sleep, and the door to her flat had still
been locked when she woke up (not so much for security as it was privacy – this
was the same building where her crush, Hayate Ayasaki, lived and worked, and
the young man had a bad track record for accidentally walking in on girls at
the worst possible time), so nobody could have come in and undressed her in the
middle of the night (for whatever reasons someone might have wanted to do
so...).
And yet naked she was, no matter how bizarre it seemed to her.
...But still, that was far from the strangest thing.
Nishizawa stared into the bathroom mirror in disbelief, glancing frequently
back down at her body, as though she had to check to make sure that the mirror
had not been secretly replaced with one out of a fun house.
It hadn't been, of course.
"I don't believe this..." said Ayumu, her voice seeming to hover between
exasperation and wonder, "...I mean, I've heard of growth spurts, but this is
just ridiculous."
She took her breasts in hand, or rather she tried to, but it was rather
difficult with them at that size. It was like someone had taped a pair of flesh
colored watermelons to her chest, except that even watermelons were rarely
quite so plump, and certainly never as soft. She couldn't even see her feet for
all the cleavage that was in the way, and probably the only reason she hadn't
toppled over the second she tried to stand up was that the weight of her bosom
was nearly counterbalanced by the mass of firm, shapely booty that had been
added onto her bottom.
It all felt very weird, and Ayumu was also aware that her body was feeling much
more sensitive to... certain stimuli. Add onto this the fact that Nishizawa was
very much certain that there was not a single garment in the entire building
that would come close to fitting her newly voluptuous body, and you got a young
woman who was very glad that there was nowhere she needed to be today.
...and of course, the very second Ayumu thought that, she heard someone
knocking on her door.
Naturally, she gave a helluva start at the sound. She wasn't certain who it
could be, but whoever they were she was certain she did not want them to see
her in the nude, especially not with her body looking so criminally voluptuous
and lewd.
For a moment she considered pretending to still be asleep, but she quickly
discarded that idea. Instead, she went to the door and, keeping her body behind
it, opened it just a crack and leaned to the side to stick her head out.
"Yes?" she said, greeting her visitor.
"Good morning, Ayumu," said the girl's flat-chested, pink-haired best friend,
Hinagiku Katsura. She had a pleasant smile on her face, and was wearing some
modestly cute and stylish casual clothes. "Are you busy today?" she asked.
"Ahh... er..." murmured Ayumu nervously. "...Yeah, I kinda am..." she half-
lied, "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, well I was thinking of going to the park," the pinkette answered easily.
"It's a nice day out, and I've already finished my summer homework, so I
thought we could go enjoy some fresh air."
Her smile then faded, though, and she looked into Ayumu's eyes with a keen
sidelong glance, causing Ayumu to gulp nervously. Hinagiku was a very
intelligent girl, and headstrong as well. The two of them were a somewhat
unlikely pair as far as friendships went, but they had a deceptively close bond
and could read one another very well.
"I see..." said Nishizawa, a small bead of sweat forming on her brow as she
struggled to maintain the precarious balance of her position. The weight of her
new endowments was making it difficult to lean over the way she was without
falling down. "Well, it's too bad I won't be able to come with."
"...Hmm..." Hinagiku narrowed her eyes slightly, suspiciously eyeing Ayumu's
nervous smile. "...you're sure you're too busy...?"
"Y-yeah..." Ayumu said shakily. "I'm sure..."
Hinagiku frowned softly, but then she shook her head.
"I see. Well, that's unfortunate," she said. "I'd been thinking of inviting
Hayate-kun to come along with us, but if you're unable to come then I guess it
will just be... er... him and me... a-all alone... together..."
Hinagiku then blushed, getting visibly flustered by this thought. In most all
other matters she could be nigh unfailingly cool and collected, but romance was
one thing she continually had difficulty with, due largely perhaps to her
overall inexperience in matters of the heart.
Ayumu sweat-dropped at this, perceiving that Hinagiku had likely intended this
as a ploy to goad her into coming along (their unrequited affections for a
certain unfortunate young butler were a source of both camaraderie and
competition between the two of them), but it had clearly backfired on the
pinkette. And Nishizawa felt for her, she really did, but it was hardly
possible for her to go out as she was.
...still, though, Ayumu supposed that if she were to confide in anyone about
her recent problem, Hinagiku would be her first choice.
...Yes.
Yes.
That was what she would do.
If she could trust anybody, it would be Hina.
Deciding to confide in her friend, Ayumu smiled at the flustered Hinagiku and
invited her in. There was a bit of hesitation in her voice, since she still
felt awkward about this, but her trust in Hinagiku's discretion and desire for
her insight won out in the end. Hinagiku gladly accepted the invitation, still
a little pink in the face, and she walked inside as soon as Ayumu opened the
door for her (still keeping herself behind it, to Hina's bemusement).
Once the pinkette was inside, she looked around at Ayumu's room. The manner of
its adornment and upkeep was in pretty much every way as ordinary and mundane
for a middle class seventeen year old Japanese girl in high school. There were
a couple of cute posters hanging on the walls, and couple of cheerful looking
flowers in a cheap plastic vase by the window.
The room was tidy, though not to any extraordinary extent. There was just a
little bit of clutter, but it was of a tidy, homely sort. It felt lived in, and
cared for, and the entire room very much seemed to reflect the personality and
proclivities of its inhabitant. It was cheery and optimistic, with a
comfortable, welcoming air, with just a slight underlying current of
absentmindedness. Like Ayumu, the room was almost exceptional in how normal it
was.
Hinagiku smiled, and already she felt much more relaxed than she had moments
earlier. Behind her, she heard the door close, and she turned around to face
Ayumu.
"I must say, I really like what you've... done... with..." Hinagiku said,
before trailing off into silence as her brain finally processed what she was
seeing. Like it was happening in slow motion, her jaw dropped and her eyes
bugged out. She made a strangled sort of squeaking noise as she gawked
uncomprehendingly at the obscenely curvaceous figure of Ayumu Nishizawa.
Grinning nervously, Ayumu scratched the back of her head. She raised a hand in
a weak sort of wave, sweat-dropping at Hinagiku's reaction.
"Eheheh... er, hi..." she said sheepishly.
Hinagiku stared openly at Ayumu's naked body. Her mouth was agape, and her eyes
were wide. She could not believe what she was seeing. It was incomprehensible;
she did not understand how she could be seeing this, how it could be real.
It was so surreal. Sure, Ayumu had been more generously endowed than herself
for as long as she had known the girl (a period of time which amounted to a bit
less than a year), but it had been by a modest degree: at most the girl had
been maybe a cup-size or so bigger, and even that was more due to Hinagiku's
pronouncedly flat chest– which was a casualty, by all odds, more of her lean,
athletic figure and mentally and physically active lifestyle that left little
room for extra fat cells to accumulate than of any sort of genetics,
considering the figure her older sister had been sporting at her age – and
compared to other girls their age, Ayumu's figure was pretty much smack dab in
the center of the average range.
Basically, what Hinagiku was seeing simply did not compute.
How could Ayumu's breasts had gotten so ridiculously large and shapely just
overnight? It was almost galling, in a way, that the blunette could somehow so
suddenly obtain such an outrageous bod. No matter how you looked at it, this
sort of thing simply didn't happen, not in real life...and yet it had, and
Hinagiku simply could not rationalize it.
"What happened?" she finally blurted out, before blushing and averting her gaze
when she realized for how long she had been so blatantly staring.
Ayumu shook her head and shrugged. "I don't know..." she said, fidgeting as she
tried to ignore and forget the way Hina had been ogling her. She was not
necessarily averse to that kind of thing (indeed, she was at the very least bi-
curious, and had certainly expressed an appreciation of Hinagiku's body
before), but under the current circumstances it made her feel very awkward.
A very small part of her was darkly muttering about how Hinagiku had never
looked at her like that before today, but Ayumu ignored it.
"It feels weird..." Ayumu added after a moment of awkward silence. "It's like I
might as well not even be in my own body anymore, if you know what I mean," she
said, marking one of the few times someone had straightly used that phrase for
something other than a heavy-handed euphemism.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I just feel so strange," the bluenette continued, trying to ignore the
warmth the grew between her legs when she saw Hinagiku chance another glance in
her direction only to blush redder than a beet. "I can hardly stand up straight
with these boobs, and I've been bumping my butt into everything since I woke
up."
She then paused, going silent as if she were considering something, somewhat
bashfully crossing her arms over her breasts (and very nearly causing Hina an
explosive nosebleed).
"...and they're so sensitive now, too..." she added. "I keep getting really
turned on every time something brushes against me... I think I might have even
beenlactating when I woke up this morning... plus there isn't anything in my
closet that can possibly fit me now."
The words were spoken almost under Ayumu breath, scarcely more audible than a
whisper in the wind, but Hinagiku managed to catch them all the same. And this
time she did get a nose bleed.
Hinagiku could not hold herself back. She was not usually so inclined, even for
Nishizawa, but the girl's body was simply too sexy for her to ignore, straight
or otherwise.
With a distinctly rape-y expression on her face, the pinkette pounced, knocking
Ayumu on her ass, which smacked the floor with a mighty thump. Ayumu was
shocked by this and uncertain how to react as Hinagiku began roughly fondling
her massive tits.
Hinagiku was unbelievable horny as she molested Ayumu. The feeling of the
girl's breasts against her skin was like an electric current running through
her body, and her shorts were already becoming visibly soaked with her juices
as she got off on doing such things to her friend's new boobs as she never
would have imagined in even her wildest dreams. Indeed, she came soon, from
nothing more than the sensation of Ayumu's tits in her hands, and before either
of them knew it Hinagiku had ripped of her own clothes, tearing them into rags
in the mindless haste of animal lust.
Ayumu moaned deeply as Hinagiku began humping her chest, rubbing Ayumu's stiff,
erect nipples against her pussy and covering them with her nectar as she came
all over them. The sensations Hinagiku was inflicting on Nishizawa's breasts
were mind-blowing, and Ayumu was by now nearly as horny as her molester.
Hinagiku roughly mashed their lips together with a moan even as Nishizawa came
from having her nipples pinched, and her tongue clumsily but enthusiastically
explored the other girl's mouth. Ayumu just lay there, gladly letting Hinagiku
pleasure herself with her body. Once she had gotten over the initial shock,
Ayumu had been glad to let Hina have her way with her – she had often fantasied
about such a situation as this, and in truth she loved her friend every bit as
much as she loved her crush.
After what felt like several minutes, Hinagiku pulled back from her passionate
kiss and proceeded to sit on Ayumu's face (pressing her soaked, aching pussy
against her friend's mouth) while taking hold of Ayumu's brobdignagian breasts
and drawing them up so that even while sitting on her friend's face she could
still fondle and suckle upon them. And she did so with gusto, noisily
encouraging Ayumu to eat her out at the same time. Ayumu was glad to do so, and
she enthusiastically licked the depths of her friend's pussy, several times
driving Hina to orgasm and each time lapping up every drop.
The two of them were lost in a haze of lust. They made love in many different
positions (though Hinagiku was ever the more active, more aggressive of the
two, and the first to initiate any change), pleasuring one another for an
astoundingly long time. When they started, it hadn't been any later than eight
in the morning, but by the time they stopped it well past noon.
They actually would have gone even longer, if they'd had their way, but they
were interrupted by...
...well, maybe the one person they might have been actually HAPPY to
interrupted by. Not that they would necessarily betray as much via their
actions.
Hayate, who had unthinkingly opened the door to Ayumu's room, intending to come
in and collect the girl's dirty laundry, could only stare at the sight before
him.
Ayumu and Hinagiku both blushed a deep shade of red at being caught by the
butler whom they both liked oh so very much.
Hayate blinked. He stared wide-eyed, unblinkingly at Ayumu and Hinagiku, who
were both blushing fiercely under the scrutiny of his gaze. Both of the girls
were in their birthday suits, and obviously in the middle of getting down and
dirty. Even he, who was notoriously oblivious to such things, could see that
much.
And he could also see how outrageous Ayumu's body was looking, with a rack
massive enough to cover the hood of a small car and an ass like a beach ball
filled nearly to bursting. He didn't know how the girl came to be so criminally
voluptuous, nor when she and Hinagiku had become an item, but he couldn't bring
himself to care.
Just looking at the two, Hayate's cock grew hard, and the swiftly growing bulge
in his trousers hijacked all higher thought in favor of directing his mind
solely towards the subjugation and domination of those two insultingly sexy
girls. Years of pent up sexual tension were loosed in an apocalyptic torrent as
his libido reached critical mass, and Hayate threw all his inhibitions to the
wind.
Faster than the eye could follow, Hayate stripped out of his clothes with an
incoherent growl and tossed them out the window. Ayumu and Hinagiku stared at
his naked body in awe-struck wonder and eager anticipation. His manhood stood
erect like a flagpole, and it looked long enough and hard enough to hang a coat
on.
Swiftly and decisively, leaping like a leopard, he pounced upon his
metaphorical prey. Ferociously, indiscriminately, he groped and humped and
licked and nibbled every inch of Ayumu and Hinagiku that he could reach. The
girls, their inhibitions eroded to almost nothing by several hours of
passionate, kinky intercourse, and their hearts already belonging to Hayate,
enthusiastically allowed him access to every part of their bodies.
Naturally, Nishizawa was the one to whom Hayate paid the most mind in his
ministrations, whether he realized it or not. Her tits he squeezed and kissed
and bit, and her ass he pinched and spanked and humped, and every inch of her
body was soon enough anointed with his saliva, and his semen.
Yet that was not to say that Hinagiku received nothing from him – it was quite
the opposite. While Hayate's hands and mouth roamed over Ayumu's body, Hinagiku
took the liberty of mounting Hayate's cock, and bounced up and down on his
hardness with both her pussy and asshole, in turn, filling each up with
voluminous quantities of Hayate's seed. And she it was also who, after that,
used her hands and her feet to jerk him off all over Ayumu's body, covering
almost every inch of the girl's skin (and with those tits and that ass there
was a lot) with their love's semen.
After an hour and change of this, Ayumu and Hinagiku grew hungry, and into
their sex-filled minds came the notion to nourish themselves on what else but
Hayate's seed, and he eagerly provided the two with all the cum they could
drink, and then some.
Finally, at half after three in the afternoon, Ayumu and Hinagiku had eaten
their fill, and Hayate's erection had receded at last. They were bathed in the
intense afterglow of long and vigorous sex.
Lying naked on the floor of Ayumu's room, the three belatedly realized that
they had no clothes to wear – there was nothing available to them where they
were, save for what was in Nishizawa's closet, but they knew they couldn't just
stay in the room forever.
Since it was the middle of the day – and a beautiful day it was, sunny and
clear with just a bit of a cooling breeze during the height of summer break –
Hayate, Hinagiku, and Ayumu figured that there probably wouldn't be too many
people present at the apartment building. If they were careful, they could
probably get where they were going without getting caught.
So, naturally, they didn't make it four steps out the door before they were
spotted.
Kayura blinked, surprised to see Hayate, Hinagiku, and Ayumu going about in
their birthday suits, and the last with impossibly generous T&A.
The trio froze in their tracks, knowing they were caught (though Ayumu's
endowments jiggled for several moments after).
Kayura stared at them with a blank, inscrutable expression.
The trio, as one, went red in the face.
Then Kayura's eyes lit up, and she gave the three a thumbs up.
"Nice," she said calmly, a strange spark in her eyes as she surveyed Ayumu's
naked body. "Like something right out of a BE doujin," she remarked
approvingly, seeming not the least bit fazed by what she was seeing.
Ayumu sweat-dropped nervously. "Er... huh?" she said intelligently.
"Breast Expansion," Kayura said, clarifying her words. "Though the B can also
stand for 'Butt' or 'Body'. It's a type of body-mod fetish," she explained.
This time it was Hinagiku's turn to sweat-drop, and her temple throbbed
ominously.
"And what's a fourteen year old doing reading that kind of thing?" she asked
with a strained smile that would have terrified most people who knew her, but
Kayura remained unperturbed.
"Research," the somewhat scruffy, tomboyish-looking girl answered bluntly,
before turning her attention to Hayate. "And it's not automatically
pornographic, you know."
Or more specifically, Hayate's dick.
"Wow," Kayura said with a whistle, sounding impressed. "So that's what one of
those looks like in person? It's a lot bigger than any of the illustrations
I've seen..."
"Where?" inquired Ayumu innocently, "Do you mean like in anatomy books, or
something?"
"No," Kayura answered flatly. "In hentai."
"That's definitely not age appropriate!" Hinagiku snapped, even as Hayate
blushed and tried in vain to cover up his manhood.
"No?" Kayura said, looking at the pinkette as though this was honestly a
revelation to her. "But none of the store clerks ever said anything to me about
it."
She frowned thoughtfully.
"Well, if you're right, then I suppose I'll have to be punished," Kayura
concluded after a few moments of contemplation. Casually, without so much as a
hint of shame or trepidation, she stripped out of her clothes until she was
standing naked before the trio, her tiny breasts and tight little pussy looking
decidedly tempting as she stood there, obviously awaiting something. "Go ahead,
I deserve it." she said, gesturing to her body and striking a pose that looked
like it belonged on the cover of a porn mag, "I've been naughty."
Hinagiku, Hayate, and Ayumu stared at Kayura's nude young body, uncertain how
they should react. The girl had small breasts, maybe a half-size or so more
generous than Hinagiku's, and her hips were slim. Nonetheless, there was a
certain sort of sensuality to the girl's slender, still-developing figure, and
the trio found themselves embarrassingly enraptured by it.
Hinagiku eyed Kayura's A-going on B-cup breasts with a hint of envy in her
emerald eyes, but that belied the simmering lust underneath, and she
unconsciously licked her lips. Hayate, on the other hand, had his gaze drawn
rather south, and he found himself staring hungrily at Kayura's tight, no-doubt
virgin pussy, his presently flaccid member (the length of which still reached
almost as far as halfway down his thighs) stirring and slightly stiffening.
Ayumu was the only one looking into Kayura's eyes, and thus she was the first
to understand that the girl was being one hundred percent serious.
"You really want us to do this..." she murmured, catching Hayate and Hinagiku's
attention.
"Eh?" said Hayate. "What are you saying, Nishizawa-san?"
"Just that we should give her what she asks for," Ayumu replied plainly, though
there was a hint of mischief in her eyes.
Kayura perked up at this (in more ways than one), and she turned brightly
sparkling eyes on Ayumu.
"Yes!" she said enthusiastically. "I've been bad. You need to punish me!"
"No," replied Hinagiku, taking a step forward and leering openly at Kayura's
small tits. "We want to punish you. And we will."
Kayura brightened, and with all the zeal of an otaku queen she put on an act of
fear as the trio began meaningfully advancing on her.
"Oh no!" she said melodramatically, in stark contrast to her usual dry tone,
striking the sort of pose one might see done by a cliche damsel in distress.
"Please be gentle!" she pleaded theatrically as Hayate and Hinagiku grabbed
hold of her, before then forcing her head in between Ayumu's gargantuan
breasts. This muffled Kayura's words, as well as pacifying her.
Ayumu moaned as she felt Kayura playfully biting her tits from within the vast,
creamy white crevasse of her cleavage, and her nipples stood erect as her pussy
grew wet. Hayate and Hinagiku took turns alternating between spanking Kayura
and eating out Ayumu.
Kayura's ass was soon bright red from being smacked, and she was moaning as
they abused her and punished her. Ayumu came a number of times from being
serviced, and from having the writhing, squealing Kayura sandwiched between her
massive, ultra-sensitive tits. In fact, with every time they spanked Kayura,
the girl's upper body sank deeper into Nishizawa's cleavage, and so enormous
were Ayumu's tits that soon the only part of the young otaku still visible was
her vibrant scarlet ass, which she stuck out as much as she could.
For several minutes Kayura was imprisoned in the shadows between Ayumu's twin
mountainous mounds, and she was spanked and fingered and fisted for every
second of that duration. But at last Hayate and Hinagiku pulled her back out,
and they saw that Kayura looked sufficiently submissive.
Ayumu looked down at Kayura with a smile as Hayate and Hinagiku extricated the
girl from her cleavage.
"Have you learned your lesson?" she asked teasingly, reaching around her
massive tits to cop a feel of Kayura's sore ass.
"AH!" Kayura squealed, yelping in pain as Ayumu pinched her buttocks, tears in
the corners of her eyes. "Yes! Yes I have," she moaned, squirming in Hayate and
Hinagiku's grip.
Hayate smiled at this, and he nonchalantly squeezed the young otaku's thigh.
Hinagiku, meanwhile, cupped Kayura's small breasts in her hands, somewhat
roughly groping them.
"What should we do with her?" the two of them asked Ayumu, causing the girl to
sweatdrop.
"Why are you asking me?" she replied.
"You're our goddess," the pair said bluntly, and Ayumu's eyes widened at their
words, a blush rapidly forming on her face.
"Well, if you insist..." she said bashfully, trying hard not to look too
delighted as she absentmindedly slipped a finger or two into Kayura's ass.
"...I say we should keep her."
Kayura, whimpering as Ayumu fingered her anus, brightened at the obscenely
buxom young woman's words.
"You mean like a pet?" she said, panting as she shamelessly ground her ass
against Ayumu's hand.
"Yeah, that or a slave."
Kayura's eyes widened.
"Do you mean... as in a sex slave?" she asked.
Ayumu smiled. "If you want," she replied, slipping another finger into Kayura's
asshole and pushing the girl to orgasm.
Kayura moaned as pleasure wracked her body, and she smiled weakly. "Then I
want... I want to be your pet, Ayumu-sama," she said. "...in fact," she added a
moment later, an almost sly look on her face, "I have something in my closet
for just such an occasion..."
 
 
Casually sorting through a staggeringly massive collection of limited edition
manga and convention souvenir t-shirts, her bare, abused ass lifted up
enticingly as she bent over to look, Kayura eventually uncovered what she was
searching for.
Ayumu's eyes widened. There was a long, cat-tail accessory the same shade as
Kayura's hair, attached to a menacingly large butt-plug, and a hairband with
matching cat ears, plus a leash and collar (and the collar had a bell on it, as
well as a blank name tag). Hinagiku stared, and Hayate whistled, impressed.
"It's a matching set..." he observed, having some familiarity with this sort of
thing thanks to his mistress's neet lifestyle.
Hinagiku sweat-dropped, noting the rather obviously erotic nature of these
accessories.
"How would a minor even get a hold of something like this...?" she wondered
aloud, eyeing Kayura suspiciously.
"If I told you," the young otaku blandly replied, "you would be an accessory."
Ayumu chuckled nervously. "We-well I'm sure it wasn't anything too bad..." she
mumbled, before pointedly changing the subject. "How about you try them on?"
Kayura nodded. "As you wish, Owner."
She then put the accessories on, sticking the tail/buttplug in with a soft
moan, and slipping on the cat-ear hair-band. The collar she put around her
neck, the bell making a light tinkling sound, and the leash she placed in
Ayumu's hand once it was hooked to her collar.
Spinning around slowly for the benefit of her audience, Kayura shamelessly
presented herself to the trio with the appearance of a petite, naked catgirl.
"Are you happy with this, nya?" she asked, striking a cute pose with her hands
held up in front of her like paws.
Ayumu, Hinagiku, and Hayate, mutely stared at her, stricken speechless by her
presentation. As one, they slowly nodded, eliciting loud purring from Kayura as
the girl proceeded to affectionately rub her head against her newfound owner's
titanic tits.
This, of course, greatly aroused Ayumu, her breasts being extremely sensitive,
and feeling bold from lust, horny and reckless, she decided to go out on a walk
through the apartment building in search of somebody to molest a little.
Leaving Kayura, Hinagiku, and Hayate behind to get more intimately acquainted
with one another, Ayumu exited Kayura's room and strolled down the hall,
completely uncaring of the fact that she was naked as a jaybird, with camel-
sized "humps".
Her breasts swayed before her as she walked, frequently bumping into walls and
fixtures due to her being unused to such absolutely enormous endowments. And
her butt was hardly left out, thumping more than a few pieces of furniture as
it jiggled. Every touch against her womanly lumps was like a small-scale
earthquake, and even the slightest stimulation to these regions aroused her
greatly.
Indeed, even just walking down the hall Ayumu was pushed to orgasm at least
twice while she got used to balancing her new body. Her womanly nectar covered
her thighs, and the smell of her feminine pheromones wafted through the complex
as she came a little with every minor collision.
A few orgasms of this level did not even come close to satisfying Ayumu's lust,
however. Her libido was seemingly limitless, at the very least as vast as her
endowments, so her arousal only grew heavier and hotter.
After a few minutes, chance perhaps brought Ayumu's path across that of small
girl with ornately curled blonde hair and bright red eyes.
"Hello, Alice-chan," Ayumu said when she noticed the young girl walking by with
a glass of milk in hand. "I'm surprised to see you up and about."
'Alice', who was in fact an age-regressed version of Athena Tennous, blinked,
and stared at Ayumu. In particular, her attention was grabbed by the ostensibly
older girl's mind-bogglingly huge breasts. Nishizawa's nipples were leaking a
bit of milk, sweet-smelling and rich, and the look and scent of the fluid
completely trumped that of the store-bought cow-juice.
Ayumu saw the look on Alice's face as the little girl stared at her breasts,
and she shivered pleasurably at the thought of having her suckle at her
tremendous teat. Then she saw Alice lick her lips, and she knew what needed to
be done.
"Oh," Ayumu said slyly, smirking at the blonde loli and squeezing her tits
together, causing a bit more milk to dribble from her nipples. "Do you want
some of this?"
Alice did not answer verbally, but she took a step forward and let the glass of
milk drop from her hand, not caring as it spilled the fluid everywhere. Ayumu
smiled, seeing where the girl's gaze was fixed.
"Go right ahead," Ayumu cooed, squeezing her massive mammaries to pump out a
bit more milk. She then shivered from the stimulation, a soft moan escaping her
lips and her womanhood growing a little wetter.
If Alice noticed this, she said nothing, simply walking up and grabbing one of
Ayumu's teats, sending more pleasure shooting through the bigger girl's body.
She put her lips around the nipple, taking it into her mouth, licking up some
of the milk that had already leaked out. This caused Ayumu to moan even more
loudly, and come with a shudder that caused her curves to jiggle wildly.
Then Alice began to actually suckle, slurping rich, warm milk straight from
Ayumu's breast. The twin-tailed girl practically turned to jelly at this,
falling onto her knees, panting and growing flushed, her eyes rolling back in
her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Ayumu soon came again, and
milk spurted from her nipples as she did. She began playing with her pussy,
coating her fingers in her own nectar and bringing them back up to lick clean,
moaning lewdly and coming even more from the taste of her own ejaculate.
All the while, Alice drank deeply, kneading Ayumu's breasts to urge out more
milk. She drank from both nipples, switching whenever the flow from one began
to slow. Her face was red and her young, childish cunt was wet, her insides hot
and squirming as she greedily drank up more and more of Nishizawa's milk. The
more she guzzled, the greater her craving for it became, and the more her tummy
tingled.
Ayumu quickly lost count of how many times she had come from Alice's and her
own ministrations, though she was fairly certain that the number was well into
the double digits. No matter how much of her milk was drunk up, it never seemed
to run dry. And if she wasn't so preoccupied with the wondrous, glorious
sensations flooding her body, she could have sworn that her breasts were
actually looking a little bigger as Alice drank from them.
And speaking of larger breasts, a change was gradually coming over the girl as
she drank. Her outfit was starting to bulge and stretch in... certain areas...
and a strange light was coming into her eyes. They seemed now older, somehow,
wiser and more powerful. Eventually, her clothes began to rip and finally tear
at the seams as her once flat, loli chest was now at a size that would have
looked generous on the frame of a grown, adult woman, let alone that of a young
child, and skirt was flipped and her panties shredded by an ass big and round,
again one that would have been large even on an adult woman.
That was point when she finally stopped drinking, and she removed her mouth and
hands from Ayumu's breasts and stepped back, much to the young woman's dismay.
But she looked up into the bluenette's eyes with a look of gratitude.
"I thank you, Aphrodite," she said, addressing Ayumu. "Your blessing has
restored some portion of my former self."
The teen frowned, scowling cutely as she finally stopped masturbating long
enough to talk.
"Huh?" Ayumu said confusedly. "What are you talking about? And who are you
calling Aphrodite?"
"My name is not truly Alice," the blonde explained. "It is Athena."
Ayumu's eyes widened. "Eh?" she said, blinking. "Do...do you mean, like... as
in..."
"The goddess? Yes, yes I do." Athena said. "And it is thanks to your milk that
I remember it now. Even as it has restored my proper endowments (with perhaps
some interest), it has also restored my mind—" she gestured at her sizable
breasts and ass, which looked so out of place on her small frame, "—if not my
stature. So I thank you, who are blessed and favored most highly of Aphrodite."
Athena then stripped out of her ruined clothes, before planting a kiss on
Ayumu's breasts and bowing low before the girl.
"In gratitude for this most generous boon," she continued, "I shall serve you,
O vessel of Aphrodite. 'Til death I shall be your slave." Then she rose out of
her bow, and looking into Ayumu's eyes she said, "Now what shall you have me do
first, your Grace?"
Ayumu was a little out of sorts from what Alice – or was it Athena? – was
telling her, but she pushed the confusion aside and focused on what was
important: She had another lover, now!
Smiling at the short blonde girl, Nishizawa got back up on her feet (noticing
in the back of her mind that her center of gravity felt a slightly different
from before), and gestured for her to follow.
"Come with me," she said brightly, "and I'll show you! You should meet your
other lovers now, if you're going to be with me."
Athena nodded, and she dutifully followed after her newly proclaimed mistress,
having noticeably less trouble walking with her new endowments than Ayumu, who
still swayed a little bit this way and that as she walked. The blonde's red
eyes fixedly followed the movements of her mistress's ass, with which she was
at eye level, her lips merest centimeters from Nishizawa's vast buttcrack.
Athena was more than a little tempted to close that distance and attend to
Ayumu's ass as thoroughly as she had to her tits, but she restrained herself
for now. (Even if Ayumu probably would not have minded the delay.)
Eventually, they came to a room that Athena, from her memories as 'Alice',
vaguely recalled as belonging to the eccentric young lass Kayura. They could
hear telltale sounds of sex coming from within, and Athena acutely recognized
one of the voices as belonging to Hayate.
"So he belongs to Mistress Ayumu, now..." the pint-sized blonde whispered
thoughtfully to herself, before smiling, glancing briefly up from Nishizawa's
giant, gorgeous booty. "If anyone is worthy of him, it is her," she decided,
unheard by Ayumu as the girl opened the door and stepped through (her tits
briefly getting stuck in the doorway, to no small amount of sensual
stimulation, coming a bit when she finally pushed them through).
As Ayumu stepped aside to give Athena a clear view of the proceedings within –
the girl very reluctantly tearing her gaze from mistress's behind – the
princess-curled blonde saw a slender girl of about thirteen or fourteen years
of age gleefully sucking off a stark naked Hayate (she fought down a blush at
the sight) while an older, but flatter, pinkette she recognized as the current
student council president at Hakuo Academy shamelessly and messily made out
with the butler's scrotum: rolling his balls in her mouth, nibbling his sack,
and kissing his taint.
Both girls were also fingering themselves, masturbating as the pleasured
Hayate, and the former, Kayura, was in rather kinky nekomimi cosplay that
included a bell-bearing collar and a thick cat-tail butt plug. Hayate, who was
the only one of the three to not currently have his mouth busy, turned and
smiled when saw that the girl whom they proclaimed as their goddess was back,
and he greeted her accordingly.
"Welcome back, Megami-sama," he said, his breath hitching slightly as he shot a
load of seed down Kayura's throat.
Ayumu blushed, half-embarrassed and half-aroused at being addressed in such a
worshipful manner. She moaned softly, a bit more nectar staining her thighs as
she grew wetter, and she smiled coyly back at him.
"You're too kind, Hayate-kun," she purred, giggling girlishly and leaning
forward a little. "I'd hardly call myself a goddess..." she said, sounding in
truth quite pleased at the idea of being so addressed.
"Then I'm sorry," said Hayate, coming again with a groan and tugging on a
handful of Kayura's hair. "But I can't think of a more appropriate title for
someone like you, Megami-sama."
"And there is none more fitting," said Athena, speaking up for the first time
since entering the room. She was almost hidden behind Ayumu, standing so close
to the girl's ass that her nose was practically buried in her crack.
Ayumu shivered at the feeling of the blonde's breath on her booty, and Hayate's
eyes widened at the sight of 'Alice' – whom he and Hinagiku both knew to
actually be Athena Tennous – and he practically gawped at the sight of the
endowments the child-sized girl was sporting, endowments at least a size or two
bigger than she had possessed even in her proper form. Hinagiku heard Hayate's
gasp, and the familiar voice, and glanced over to see the girl. Kayura was the
last to look, and though she did not know the particular significance of
'Alice's presence, she was nonetheless intrigued by the sight of the girl's
newly disproportionately generous T&A.
Hayate, Hinagiku, and Kayura all smiled at Athena, hungrily eyeing the small
girl's not-so-small endowments. The blonde blushed in spite of herself, her
eyes flitting between Hayate's large, erect cock, Hinagiku and Kayura's
dripping wet cunts, and her mistress Ayumu's beautiful ass.
The trio came closer to Athena, and the blonde smiled.
"I am Athena," she told them. "A loyal servant of our goddess, Ayumu-sama."
"That's nice," said Hinagiku slyly, cheeks red as she eyed the blonde's decent
rack. "I suppose we should give you a proper welcome then, hm?"
The pinkette leered, and Athena's pussy moistened at the feeling of Hinagiku's
eyes wandering all over her naked body.
"Do with me as you please," she told them. "I am a vessel for Megami-sama's
pleasure. Use me even as she uses us."
Kayura purred, getting down on all fours and rubbing her head against Athena's
thigh, briefly licking the creamy white skin. Athena moaned, coming a little
bit, and she placed a hand on top of Kayura's head, pushing the girl's face
into her pussy.
"Ah! Please," the blonde whimpered and squealed as Kayura began eagerly eating
her out. "Oh! Yes!" she moaned.
Hayate smirked at the girl's behavior, and, exchanging a glance with Ayumu, he
went behind Athena and mounted her. The girl gasped and yelped when he plunged
his dick into her tight asshole, but then the pleasure overtook her body, and
she leaned forward, mashing her face into her goddess's massive ass..
Ayumu eyes widened, and she moaned, feeling Athena nuzzle her buttocks and lick
her anus. The girl was shamelessly making out with her ass, and the sensation
was enough to make Ayumu come within the first few minutes. Nectar flowed down
her thighs, and milk spurted from her nipples.
Hinagiku saw this, and she smiled, licking her lips. Stepping forward, she put
her lips to one of Ayumu's nipples and began to drink.
Hinagiku moaned, pleasure flooding her body, as she drank her goddess's milk.
Just the taste of it was enough to make her come, and her body felt like it was
being electrified in the best possible way. There was also a powerful tingling
sensation in her chest and behind, as she wriggled and squirmed in the ecstasy
of serving her goddess.
Ayumu writhed in pleasure from the double-pronged assault of her luscious body,
moaning and coming as she felt Athena's tongue probe her anus. She was panting
and sweating, and the cute sounds being made by the blonde and her molestors
were only furthering Ayumu's arousal. And there was, of course, also the
indescribable pleasure she gained from Hinagiku suckling so greedily at her
teat.
She was playing with herself in delight, vigorously probing the folds of her
pussy with several fingers. Her mind was on vacation, so to speak, her
criminally lewd body awash in the throes of what could hardly be considered
anything less than one massive, continuous orgasm. At that moment, Nishizawa
felt like the entire sum of her existence could be measured out in the number
of erogenous zones currently being stimulated on – and in – her body, and she
was not the least bit disappointed with such an idea.
But even as... preoccupied... as she was, Ayumu was still the first one to
notice the changes Hinagiku's body was undergoing.
"Hina-chan...!" she gasped, and not just because her thighs were being
splattered with yet more of her own ejaculate as she spoke. "You're
growing...!"
At first the pinkette was too horny, too caught up in the throes of orgasmic
pleasure to process these words, but after a few more minutes of eagerly
drinking Nishizawa's wondrous, fresh breast milk, she became aware of an
increased burden upon her hips and lower back.
Slowly, not ceasing her guzzling of Ayumu's milk, Hinagiku raised her hands to
her chest, and to her surprise and delight she found not the flat breasts she
often bemoaned in private, but rather two full, firm, fleshy orbs of a fairly
generous size: a C-cup at least, and quite possibly going on D-cup or even E-
cup at the rate that she was drinking.
She moaned, coming from the sheer bliss that overwhelmed her at this
realization, and the knowledge of what caused it, and she smiled up at her best
friend and revered goddess worshipfully and adoringly. She too now gave
offering at the altar of Aphrodite. She too now bore a portion of her friend
and goddess's blessing.
So Hinagiku rejoiced with her brother and sisters.
Ayumu saw this, and said "I am pleased."
...well, not verbatim, but you know. It's in the spirit of the original text.
And this extended metaphor has gone in a really fucking weird direction, so I
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