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I'll be honest, in certain cases, orifices being described as 'empty' is fine, and assholes do 'wink' under certain conditions. However, it's the way these are written that makes or breaks them. Shit like, 'cum-brained mewling', 'sexy poops', 'will buttsex get me into heaven?', 'your pretty, drooling pussy will work for now', and 'He’d never forget that he had to fuck himself raw on a God’s cock, and that he’d cum from receiving a God’s blessing' etc are what break these fics. The author sat down and wrote them, spread them around to their betas in Discord chat, and they all agreed 'OMG that's so fucking hot'. It isn't. Writing good smut is a pain in the ass (literally) because you never, EVER want your shit to look goofy to an outsider. These lines are so ridiculous, so God awful, that they deserve to be roundly mocked because they turn your work into a laughing stock. I still quote 'his pussy drooled like a dog' from OhNovi as proof of how bad these things can get.
Things like describing the labia as 'folds' is fine. It works. The vaginal canal 'fluttering'? Eh, I can somewhat get it - but fluttering shyly? The vagina is a network of muscle. It doesn't feel emotion.
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Eyelashes and butterfly wings flutter. Your vagina does not flutter. You colon certainly does not flutter.
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No, but according to every fic I have read, tounges battle for dominance.
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How else do you determine who tops and who bottoms thus setting off a fandom war that will continue to rage long after we're dead.
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Hearts can flutter.
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accuse both sides of being terf or not terf enough
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That's the grenade you lob after the flames from "X alpha is actually a beta bottom bitch you retard" start to die down.
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It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear.
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Do Not Touch Me Pls
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Also it makes zero biological sense even when it comes to the horse biology that bronies tout that they are good at.
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The second chapter of that isekai AU has been posted. Our prostitute-turned-inventor has to get over his innate hatred of a Megan Thee Stallion priestess and win the heart of a broody, nasty bully who tried to fill him full of knives Sakuya Izayoi-style. Our sheltered, never-experienced-violence British lass provided these quotable lines:
- Even the fan fiction kept him only with women, with fans describing him as their ideal dominant, alpha, baby daddy.
This intro sounds like a combo of the "Dark Souls" introduction, ASOIAF, and The Elder Scrolls. Just take a bunch of IPs better than your own and smash them together. It'll work no problem.
> They could punish him extrajudicially without facing any resistance from those (who) claimed to be civilized
You're a prostitute in this universe who has fucked more people in the royal family than anyone else in existence. I don't know why this is a shock to you when the other Victor quite literally asked for it.
This is the same Crown Prince whose moods are so inconsistent you don't know if he's a borderline or if the author has no clue what his personality is to begin with. He's a motivator and enabler of bullies; he's cruel, aloof, and uses other humans like target practice, but now he's filled with awe and wonder at a technology he nearly killed a whore over? OK.
> The first thread has been severed. The loom no longer remembers what was woven
You stole that from Elder Scrolls, you bitch.
> Freedom is a door that feed upon its keeper. Walk, and pay what is owed
None of this makes sense and each one is a contradictory statement.
1. Doors do not 'feed' as they don't have mouths. This does not make a good metaphor even if you did paint it as something unapproachable.
2. Freedom is not freedom if it is a door; writing the door as the 'keeper to his freedom' would make more sense.
3. 'Pay what is owed' suggests that the door is a toll he has to pay to get through. Saying, 'freedom isn't free, it costs a buck'o'five' would actually benefit your shitting storytelling.
> I will not make fun of Sky anymore
Hey are you ready for some trauma dumping of a character that got so mad at a fictional black character he was ready to call her a spear-chucking nigger for stealing his man? First few paragraphs in the first chapter, btw.
Naturally, we have to have a pseudo-rape scene because why not? Our prostitute needs a little dicking once in a while to remind them of their place.
> Oesophaus
Oh, so we're dealing with a Bri'ish person here. Get ready for some philosophical talk about how she, who went to Oxford (doubt), NEVER saw violence a single day in her life.
> Burning wave of corrosive acid
Redundant. Acid is already corrosive and it already burns. You just wrote, 'A burning wave of a burning wave that burns.' "A corrosive wave" does the job.
> All he ever wanted was to help the world
His first goal? Depopulate Africa so he can never have a single black person get in the way of his yaoi ever again.
> Wants to save all of humanity and all sentient life and earth
> Tries to paint the character as a poor NLOG who never got picked
> Ignores the fact that said NLOG went on a racist rant about how a black priestess in his yaoi manga needed to die because he made his self-insert look bad
Yeah, no, Britbong. I will not feel bad for a white racist who isn't proud of it. The ironic thing about this entire thing is that Viktor is a white (wo)man colonizer who wants to break up the two non-white people who may or may not get together. Rule Britannia!
> Got a scholarship to Oxford
Oh, God. Can you get even more pretentious? Oxford is 70% white and 30% non-white, just like AO3's demographics, oddly enough.
> Even found his best friend at a random comic-con
I'm sure he was overjoyed to find one member of the 4% black population of England. That explains the hostility.
So, not only do we have our Crown Prince chopping off heads like he's Geralt of Rivia, Viktor no longer has his disabilities, which is a BIG no-no in this fandom. Of course, she won't get call-out threads because JVs get special treatment. Anyways, what buttons was Jayce pushing to get decapitations in a single swing? I must know. Can't even get that shit in 'God of War', ffs.
> Crown Prince does a Geralt of Rivia fight scene, taking off heads like he has bullet time activated
> Flies into a rage that the prostitute who ruined his family might've gotten raped (?)
> Admits that he grew up sheltered in the UK, witnessing no violence whatsoever in his life
> Grew up in a country and in proximity to a city known for fucking KNIFE CRIME
> Says he never 'witnessed a single crime', despite the UK known for being stab capital in articles easily found on the Internet
I distinctly remember the Lee Rigby killing that had a UK serviceman beheaded. You mean to tell me this sheltered fuck never heard of that? Not even once?
Oh no, not an anxiety attack...quick, think of the evil black seductress and you'll be right as rain.
> The sound of a sword being sheathed
You better clean off that sword or else that blood is gonna jam it in the scabbard.
> Jayce's actions were so uncharacteristic - so outrageously callous
The author does this lampshading thing where she'll say his behaviour is 'outrageous' or 'uncharacteristic', as if she didn't write him as a bully-enabler and chucked knives at him as if he was Reimu breaking into the kitchen.
> He had recited prayers for the fall and their families, thanked them for their service
> His actual persona is a cruel, devil-may-care mercenary who'd probably kill a baby for a blank cheque
You'd think Viktor would at least note the changes in behaviour as it was established in Chapter 1 that the prince he loved from his animes was not like the one in real life. He's acting Shocked and Appalled like he's Tipper Gore at behaviour a prince is expected to do.
"Yeah I beheaded a few guys and chucked knives at you a chapter ago, but I gave you a kiss so that means we're destined lovers!" I'm not exaggerating this bit, btw.
> These animals deserved punishment far worse than death. This is mercy
You have to ask why a pooner is pissing and shitting themselves at being spared of rape. You'd think THAT would 'reassess his intelligence', but noooooo.
> He appreciated Jayce's protective instincts, the man's casual invasion of his personal space discomfited him
You just called him a callous murderer.
> They had only just met
Yes, and he just gave you a kiss on the cheek and that was enough to make you swoon.
> The threats to have him drawn and quartered, calling him insolent, ill-bred, hideous, vile
Well that pussy sure did work its way through the courts, eh? He should've fucked a few judges before fucking the Crown Prince's cousin's mother or whoever it was.
> Their minds had resonated at near-perfect frequencies, how the chemistry between them had been undeniable from the moment they began their collaboration
What chemistry? There is none. Their 'collab' began at the end of Chapter 1. There has been no exploration of this 'chemistry' you say they have. Even in the scenes where they're together, they have none. These 'near perfect frequencies' lead to Viktor having a panic attack and thinking Jayce is some kind of violent animal, lmao
> Please do not doubt my sincerity
I'm gonna doubt it because you dismissed this man instantly because he was the court whore who fucked his way through your bloodline, but now he's sincere because...what? That pussy was getting colonized before he got a taste of it? He's getting someone's sloppy second hundreds.
> Why are you so violent?
Asks the shy pooner of a Latino. Do I need to pull up the FBI stats?
> Though given the disparity in their size, he would likely succeed only in shaking himself
He's just uwu so smol. He probably never got threatened in public because other Bri'ish couldn't see him, lol
> Faintly irritated at being treated like a pet
You just got spared mass rape. Have some fucking gratitude.
> Was Jayce not equally culpable?
No, because in this AU:
- you're a prostitute who slept his way through the entire court
- he's a Crown Prince who enabled the bullying and harassment against you
- he has privilege and you don't
He's not culpable because the narrative you crafted says he isn't. Idiot.
> Strong painkillers
They don't exist here. Use your brain for once.
> Nope. Nuh-uh!
Very manly, approaching things with the mentality of a five-year-old.
> Jayce was, by his own admission, repulsed by homosexual relationships
How fucking convenient that he is in a relationship with a 'man' who has a vagina - the sexual orifice he's exclusively attracted to.
> The most aggressively heterosexual man Viktor had ever encountered
Naturally, this 'straight' man will tap into his homosexual side by refusing to have anything touch his asshole because EW! If he's aggressively heterosexual as you say, what does that make you?
> Even the fanfiction kept Jayce only with women, with fans describing him as their ideal dominant, alpha, baby daddy
That's exactly what YOU do, you retarded bitch! He's soooo heterosexual that he happens to be exclusively attracted to vagina, regardless of the identity of the vagina owner, and is soooooooo manly and dominant and aggressive you better not stick a tongue or a massager near his ass or someone's getting a beating. Newsflash: you are still writing an aggressive heterosexual man, just with a different label.
> Puppishly innocent
He threw knives at him like they were in EoSD Stage 5. Did we forget that?
> Almost blindingly beautiful in a way that make Viktor's heart falter
Give an NLOG an ounce of attention - be sure to be an attractive, exclusively heterosexual man (NO GAYS! NO DOWN LOW, NO POZ LOADS) - and watch that heart flutter (along with something else).
> Occasionally going on advetures together
I'm sure they include you being bent over every available surface. Beware those illegal immigrant spiders, though!
> The thought lingered like a secret yearning - quiet and dangerous
More effort are in the THOUGHTS of yearning, but not actual yearning. These two are actually intolerable together.
He's gonna be a tradwife, just watch.
> Struggled with boundaries, physical, emotional, and mental
> Cannot be told no
> Seen as a lovable puppy anyways
Yeah, if a man can't accept the word 'no,' you've got a rapist on your hands.
> Was it Jayce's fault that Viktor's skin burned easily?
No, that's just you being the sickly Victorian boy who needs a little love in his dying breath.
> Jayce's personality had taken such a sharp turn Viktor was half-convinced he had imagined the worst of their earlier interaction
This is just shitty writing. Having a character do a 180 in personality without any explanation is not self-awareness, it's you being unaware of the character you're writing. What do you mean the guy who took off heads like he was Kratos with the Chaos Blades and chucked knives at you is now a lovable puppy? Miss me with that shit.
> He found himself swooning and sighing - internally, of course - like a lovesick maiden
You, too, can ignore red flags and have no self-respect and that 'doki-doki' on your cheeks if the man who tried killing you has a nice face and a big dick.
> Jayce had once ruined this very table while having a lewd encounter with the High Priestess
Oh he must REALLY hate it now, knowing that a black woman got fucked on it and he didn't. He needs extra powerwash squirting to take away the scent.
> Ryze
This man works to stop the world from ending in Rune Wars and has to deal with an uwu pooner swooning after a Crown Prince that tried to kill him. I feel you, man.
> It stirred unwanted feelings, as though Viktor's mind were not already a stuttering mess
Men at Oxford at that bad, huh? You have to seek a hunky, well-hung Latino who nearly kills you to get you off. Violent men really do get saved in their contacts, huh?
Uh oh, they're flirting! Can't disrupt that fragile equilibrium from a relationship that happened behind the scenes! Did you know that it took them WEEKS for them to get this far? I sure as hell didn't!
> Shivered at the husk of Jayce's voice, at the weight of that look - something that felt uncomfortably close to a lover's caress
I can't wait for him to admit that he was gay or bi-curious all along even when he doesn't have to touch another asshole. "I like men, even those with vaginas! Ew, I'd never let an actual gay male touch me! Who do you think I am, faggot?"
> The bar is so low it's practically underground
> Immediately falls in love with a sexy hunk who promises him safety, security, and a good dicking
Every time.
> Accepted the violence as part and parcel of their world
It's just part and parcel of living in a big city, innit?
> Viktor realized with a creeping sense of unease that nothing in the realm came close to him in terms of power
So he's basically Kratos with One Punch Man abilities. Your Gary Stu, if you will.
> The chapters had narrated eight percent fucking, ten percent emotions and only ten percent fighting
Meanwhile, our self-aware Brit has: 70% emotions, 20% fucking (yet) and 5% character and world-building. The other 5% is exclusively reserved for nigger hating.
> Froze at the gleam in the prince's eyes, colour rising swiftly to his cheeks - a soft, rose-pink that drew an amused smile
Maybe I should've added 'blushing' to the pie chart. All this whiny bitch does is cry, blush, and dream about getting fucked.
> Traitorous heart did an Irish jig
You were close to getting a pair of Irish sunglasses in chapter 1.
> As though he were silently reassessing Viktor's intelligence - and finding it lacking
You would think a prostitute well-known for being a walking sex toy would raise eyebrows if he suddenly started talking about particle physics and gravity, as well as approach you for a novel approach to said particle physics and gravity. You would think this moody Crown Prince who's flirtatious one moment and violent the next would at least be intelligent enough to get that, but no.
> Crown Prince is unflattered by court whore's reaction
> He immediately thinks of all the times he got his hole 'pulverized' by men and women alike
> Sensitive about the fact he's falling in love with a known whore, despite being 100% heterosexual and not 'into men'
> Snaps every minute and is emotionally and behaviourally volatile
> Is the main male love interest
I'm not buying his misogynistic attitude, bitch.
> A volatile Crown Prince armed with a Hex Hammer was not a combination Viktor was keen to provoke
> Is described as being an 'excitable child high on sugar' a sentence later
Incredible worldbuilding. Just incredible. Dragon Ball Z has nothing on this.
I'll say. He's a sheltered NLOG who's into misogynistic brown men. He can just take a stroll through London midday if he wants action that bad. I can't guarantee that the pricking is the one you want, but you'll get pricked.
You also have to laugh that Jayce here committed a war crime on the scale of the Big Yahu, but narratively that doesn't matter because our white boi is gonna get some sexual competition and he wants to get picked.
> Unfortunate reptutation as her mother's glucose infant
Shut the fuck up.
Now, I wholly expected the Mel hate here given the sheer, seething hatred in Chapter 1, but I am always surprised by the audacity of UK Jayviks who speak so assuredly about blacks. She's immediately compared to a white male (?) prostitute with siren-like eyes, high cheekbones, full lips ( he doesn't have full lips) and a Chad jaw, and true to form, she can't handle our Hammer Hero one bit.
The biggest, and most rational, reason for Mel to hate Jayce is that he's a callous mass murderer who just killed hundreds - if not thousands - of people by taking out a mountain. He didn't have to do that - he could have told the people to evacuate - but no. In order to kill a dragon and seal a demon portal - are we in Minecraft, here? - he just had to engage in softcore genocide. However, our poor NLOG is angrier at the fact they're stuck in the middle and Mel is getting all the attention.
> Where was the chemistry in the novel?
If you expected me to believe a fujo would write a nigress having sex with the alpha daddy dom she reserves for her favourite 'trans twink' you're out of your mind. You hate her because she gets in the way of your yaoi and what better way to do that than make her the villain?
Funny thing is, Mel is the most rational and likable person here. Jayce is just a growling animal accusing her of theft - seriously, accusing the Token Black of theft is HI-LAR-IOUS - and Viktor is there wondering why she's mad as if Jayce didn't just murder hundreds of people. Taking out a mountain and permanently changing the geography isn't like ripping the page out of a book, retard.
You know as well as I do he was waiting to call her a slur. You KNOW he was ready to whip out that 'nigger' card with his entire chest.
> It was acrid jealousy that devoured his rationality
> He's jealous because his object of desire fucked a nigger and not him, and that he's 100% straight and not into men
> Angry at the black woman for taking him away from Hextech when said technology JUST MURDERED HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE
The lack of self-awareness is astounding.
> You are not a lovesick maiden
> All of his actions are predicated on being a lovesick maiden
Logic. We can't even get a proper buildup of their relationship. The only chemistry they share is hurling hate crimes at the Token Black. That ese ain't marrying that black sugar.
> Remembers a TikTok psychology video about codependent relationships
> Missed the ones that discuss the issues about dating mass murderers
On TikTok, they'd be calling it 'spiritually Israeli', especially since Jayce has the mentality of someone who'd double-tap an ambulance. Fun!
> Heavy arms encircling Viktor's waist
I KNOW I'm gonna see 'his waist was so small his thumbs met in the middle'. Place your bets now.
> Possessed not a single shred of self-preservation
You don't say. He wants that genocidal dick right NOW
> A changeling of otherworldly beauty
...something he chucked knives at and made fun of at the first meeting. They've spent weeks together and yet there has been no indication he's changed his stance near him.
> Surmised that the birth of Hextech had laid Viktor's soul bare before him
Are we gonna talk about the war crimes he committed, or no?
> Now saw Viktor for who he truly was, rather than what he appeared to be
"I have discovered I am not longer 100% a daddy dom alpha male heterosexual. I am 50% heterosexual who still remains exclusively attracted to vagina. I am now an honorary gay man."
We're not addressing the war crime thing even as we enter the penultimate smut scene, are we? Dreaming about dropping a mountain on a village while you're getting plowed with his sacred, royal seed is...well, it's very 'spiritually Israel'. Hey I'm just referencing TikTok here, you can't hate me, fam.
The alpha male CEO fic is two chapters away from completion. Last chapter, our dastardly stinky villain plotted evidence showing our alpha male might have been going after minors and knocked one up, leaving our tradwaifu at risk of losing everything. What is their next step? Swooning over how attractive they are, of course! Lines for this chapter include:
- he wanted—needed—to feel that cock inside him. Right fucking now.
- He needed that perfect, sinful cock, the best he’d ever had, the biggest, the thickest, attached to the hottest alpha in the world…
- He was panting like an animal now—restless, desperate, driven by nothing but instinct. He couldn’t even move properly anymore, just sit there, waiting to be taken, fucked, bred.
- only you… please, alpha… fuck me, please… don’t tease—just fuck me…
- He was so fucking wet that a damn horse could’ve slid in without resistance. And third, the only thing that actually hurt was being empty—when he should’ve been full of dick.
- alpha—yes… breed me… breed me, please…
tigercristabel has returned with yet another fic of her fave disabled 'twink' getting sold as a sex slave - Star Wars style. Did you know that she only watched the original trilogy recently for the first time? How uncultured. The inspiration for this fic was the 'Captive Prince' series by CS Pacat, written by a queer Australian woman who has the Aryan blond take the darker skinned Greek boy as a slave. tigercristabel has simply swapped the races around, but the premise is the same. I assume it will he as long as 'Whispers of Wings on the Water', another long piece of shit. Get ready for a big flush - pack your plungers.
> He can't find it in himself to be afraid, or resentful
> Ordinarily he'd just accept (sitting) back and accept(ing) his fate
Which is it? This is beta-read, btw, AND written by an Englishwoman. You'd expect mastery over the language they exported to the world.
> Most pets wouldn't dare to dream of managing his lifespan - fifty years awake
I assume he ages differently or chugged back a few Bacta tanks because he'd be a withered up skeleton vs the sexy twink she loves writing so much.
> Given what the files refer to as his 'defects'
This is a recurring theme with this author: she repeatedly, almost maliciously, highlights these 'defects' and does not even call his cane a cane but a 'walking stick'. It's almost as if she doesn't give a damn about that 'ableism' women like her bitch about so much. It's almost as if it's performative and as if she didn't write a popular fic where he got thrown into a cage and ate dog food off the floor.
> Barely twenty and the king of a whole planet
> Not much of a planet though
And wouldn't you know it, it's less of a Coruscant and more like a blown out Tatooine.
> The planet is half the size of Earth, with less land mass and only a third of it suitable for human habitation
> The King was raised by savages
You have to fucking laugh. First this bitch calls Viktor a 'defective slave', now she's calling the Latino 'raised by savages'. Just call him a Tusken Raider kidnapping a skinnier Luke Skywalker and be done with it.
> It's a wonder the city is still standing
You're wondering how it's standing on a planet ravaged by war and horrible terraforming events? OK.
> He certainly does have the pedigree befitting a King's body slave
If that pedigree includes shouting 'LOOK AT ME I'M DEFECTIVE!' it's not a good pedigree. That pussy game must really be different.
> Viktor tries not to bristle at her words
A sex slave gets offended at being called a slave, go figure. Maybe outrun your slavecatchers next time, eh?
> He doesn't have to worry about hitting her ankles with his walking stick
It's a cane. It's not something he uses for a stroll in the woods. He literally cannot walk without it.
> Only the bright blue skin of working androids can be seen, and that's yet another surprise
So they can afford blue-skinned androids that suspiciously look like Twi'leks but they need sex slaves because...? Because fuck you, that's why.
> The planet's acquisition had been plagued with setbacks
So it underwent multiple failed terraforming attempts, but it's also habitable, and powerful enough to have an entire King ruling it who has enough money to import sex slaves and general slaves to re-build his planet ON TOP OF buying androids for it...make it make sense.
> He's not entirely broken
You keep saying that while also stating you're 'defective'. You're just a crippled sex slave treated like a dog. Does that sound any better?
> Cool marble corridors, the stone pale and gleaming
1. Not bad for a planet wrecked by failed terraforming attempts. You withstood all that and still got marble palaces out of it!
2. This is ripped out of the opening chapter of 'Captive Prince', where the female slave owner - in this case, Cait - leads Viktor throughout the palace while introducing him to the slave baths. I assume the rest of the fic will follow in that book's footsteps as it was a direct inspiration.
> The blood would clash against the stone and would be a nightmare to clean
You getting your Twi'lek androids or your other slaves to clean it up?
> Even when she drops his leash to make some sort of inspection of the room
If this was a direct Star Wars reference, I'd be snitching that king and his planet to the Empire so I can see enslaved people get wrecked by Admiral Thrawn. Make me a Stormtrooper or an AT-AT driver, I don't give a shit. Anything's better than selling 50-year-old snatch on the regular.
> Has fastidious tastes regarding cleanliness
I am so glad the son of savages understands what soap and water means.
> You're a grown man. It's not like you don't know how to wash
We're just forgetting this is a sex slave and he needs that coochie STD free or else Jayce will go full Tusken Raider on him. Astounding worldbuilding. BTW, 'Lamia' sounds like LAME-ia, which makes sense because the protagonist is LAME, get it?
> He's old enough to be her father
Intergalactic pussy juice must be ripe, because that boy is still at it at his age.
> Obedience is a right and service to a literal king is a privilege
I would literally sell you to a Jawa for parts, that's how pathetic you are. I'd feed you to a Wampa on Hoth so they can eat you for fun. Don't tempt me, bitch.
> How could one end up in a position so close to the King without knowledge of correct pet etiquette
The CIS in Star Wars was formed because a few planets didn't want to pay the Republic's taxes without representation. You KNOW someone would snitch this 'King' out to this Confederacy of Planets or whatever to have them invaded. Human rights? What human rights? Give me that AT-AT!
Yeah, if you hurt your sex slave enough, that vagina can't be of much use, can it? What a way to open a fic. I assume the following chapters will be much longer and we will totally get necessary worldbuilding for our slave catching Tusken Raider. We will learn that the 'son of savages' is a good guy and cares about human rights! Will he abolish slavery? Fuck no, we need that cripple chained and kept as a pet. We want white disabled people represented in slavery after centuries of it being focused on black people. That's real justice, yo.
Oh, and here's another inspiration for the fic:
HUNKY SAVAGE LATINO BREEDS TWINKY WHITE CRIPPLE, WHY DO PEOPLE THINK WE'RE RACIST?!
And I also wondered if colons flutter - they do, from IBS. It's then a 'spastic colon'. Not as arousing when you read it between your faves, lmao.
- Even the fan fiction kept him only with women, with fans describing him as their ideal dominant, alpha, baby daddy.
This intro sounds like a combo of the "Dark Souls" introduction, ASOIAF, and The Elder Scrolls. Just take a bunch of IPs better than your own and smash them together. It'll work no problem.
> They could punish him extrajudicially without facing any resistance from those (who) claimed to be civilized
You're a prostitute in this universe who has fucked more people in the royal family than anyone else in existence. I don't know why this is a shock to you when the other Victor quite literally asked for it.
This is the same Crown Prince whose moods are so inconsistent you don't know if he's a borderline or if the author has no clue what his personality is to begin with. He's a motivator and enabler of bullies; he's cruel, aloof, and uses other humans like target practice, but now he's filled with awe and wonder at a technology he nearly killed a whore over? OK.
> The first thread has been severed. The loom no longer remembers what was woven
You stole that from Elder Scrolls, you bitch.
> Freedom is a door that feed upon its keeper. Walk, and pay what is owed
None of this makes sense and each one is a contradictory statement.
1. Doors do not 'feed' as they don't have mouths. This does not make a good metaphor even if you did paint it as something unapproachable.
2. Freedom is not freedom if it is a door; writing the door as the 'keeper to his freedom' would make more sense.
3. 'Pay what is owed' suggests that the door is a toll he has to pay to get through. Saying, 'freedom isn't free, it costs a buck'o'five' would actually benefit your shitting storytelling.
> I will not make fun of Sky anymore
Hey are you ready for some trauma dumping of a character that got so mad at a fictional black character he was ready to call her a spear-chucking nigger for stealing his man? First few paragraphs in the first chapter, btw.
Naturally, we have to have a pseudo-rape scene because why not? Our prostitute needs a little dicking once in a while to remind them of their place.
> Oesophaus
Oh, so we're dealing with a Bri'ish person here. Get ready for some philosophical talk about how she, who went to Oxford (doubt), NEVER saw violence a single day in her life.
> Burning wave of corrosive acid
Redundant. Acid is already corrosive and it already burns. You just wrote, 'A burning wave of a burning wave that burns.' "A corrosive wave" does the job.
> All he ever wanted was to help the world
His first goal? Depopulate Africa so he can never have a single black person get in the way of his yaoi ever again.
> Wants to save all of humanity and all sentient life and earth
> Tries to paint the character as a poor NLOG who never got picked
> Ignores the fact that said NLOG went on a racist rant about how a black priestess in his yaoi manga needed to die because he made his self-insert look bad
Yeah, no, Britbong. I will not feel bad for a white racist who isn't proud of it. The ironic thing about this entire thing is that Viktor is a white (wo)man colonizer who wants to break up the two non-white people who may or may not get together. Rule Britannia!
> Got a scholarship to Oxford
Oh, God. Can you get even more pretentious? Oxford is 70% white and 30% non-white, just like AO3's demographics, oddly enough.
> Even found his best friend at a random comic-con
I'm sure he was overjoyed to find one member of the 4% black population of England. That explains the hostility.
So, not only do we have our Crown Prince chopping off heads like he's Geralt of Rivia, Viktor no longer has his disabilities, which is a BIG no-no in this fandom. Of course, she won't get call-out threads because JVs get special treatment. Anyways, what buttons was Jayce pushing to get decapitations in a single swing? I must know. Can't even get that shit in 'God of War', ffs.
> Crown Prince does a Geralt of Rivia fight scene, taking off heads like he has bullet time activated
> Flies into a rage that the prostitute who ruined his family might've gotten raped (?)
> Admits that he grew up sheltered in the UK, witnessing no violence whatsoever in his life
> Grew up in a country and in proximity to a city known for fucking KNIFE CRIME
> Says he never 'witnessed a single crime', despite the UK known for being stab capital in articles easily found on the Internet
I distinctly remember the Lee Rigby killing that had a UK serviceman beheaded. You mean to tell me this sheltered fuck never heard of that? Not even once?
Oh no, not an anxiety attack...quick, think of the evil black seductress and you'll be right as rain.
> The sound of a sword being sheathed
You better clean off that sword or else that blood is gonna jam it in the scabbard.
> Jayce's actions were so uncharacteristic - so outrageously callous
The author does this lampshading thing where she'll say his behaviour is 'outrageous' or 'uncharacteristic', as if she didn't write him as a bully-enabler and chucked knives at him as if he was Reimu breaking into the kitchen.
> He had recited prayers for the fall and their families, thanked them for their service
> His actual persona is a cruel, devil-may-care mercenary who'd probably kill a baby for a blank cheque
You'd think Viktor would at least note the changes in behaviour as it was established in Chapter 1 that the prince he loved from his animes was not like the one in real life. He's acting Shocked and Appalled like he's Tipper Gore at behaviour a prince is expected to do.
"Yeah I beheaded a few guys and chucked knives at you a chapter ago, but I gave you a kiss so that means we're destined lovers!" I'm not exaggerating this bit, btw.
> These animals deserved punishment far worse than death. This is mercy
You have to ask why a pooner is pissing and shitting themselves at being spared of rape. You'd think THAT would 'reassess his intelligence', but noooooo.
> He appreciated Jayce's protective instincts, the man's casual invasion of his personal space discomfited him
You just called him a callous murderer.
> They had only just met
Yes, and he just gave you a kiss on the cheek and that was enough to make you swoon.
> The threats to have him drawn and quartered, calling him insolent, ill-bred, hideous, vile
Well that pussy sure did work its way through the courts, eh? He should've fucked a few judges before fucking the Crown Prince's cousin's mother or whoever it was.
> Their minds had resonated at near-perfect frequencies, how the chemistry between them had been undeniable from the moment they began their collaboration
What chemistry? There is none. Their 'collab' began at the end of Chapter 1. There has been no exploration of this 'chemistry' you say they have. Even in the scenes where they're together, they have none. These 'near perfect frequencies' lead to Viktor having a panic attack and thinking Jayce is some kind of violent animal, lmao
> Please do not doubt my sincerity
I'm gonna doubt it because you dismissed this man instantly because he was the court whore who fucked his way through your bloodline, but now he's sincere because...what? That pussy was getting colonized before he got a taste of it? He's getting someone's sloppy second hundreds.
> Why are you so violent?
Asks the shy pooner of a Latino. Do I need to pull up the FBI stats?
> Though given the disparity in their size, he would likely succeed only in shaking himself
He's just uwu so smol. He probably never got threatened in public because other Bri'ish couldn't see him, lol
> Faintly irritated at being treated like a pet
You just got spared mass rape. Have some fucking gratitude.
> Was Jayce not equally culpable?
No, because in this AU:
- you're a prostitute who slept his way through the entire court
- he's a Crown Prince who enabled the bullying and harassment against you
- he has privilege and you don't
He's not culpable because the narrative you crafted says he isn't. Idiot.
> Strong painkillers
They don't exist here. Use your brain for once.
> Nope. Nuh-uh!
Very manly, approaching things with the mentality of a five-year-old.
> Jayce was, by his own admission, repulsed by homosexual relationships
How fucking convenient that he is in a relationship with a 'man' who has a vagina - the sexual orifice he's exclusively attracted to.
> The most aggressively heterosexual man Viktor had ever encountered
Naturally, this 'straight' man will tap into his homosexual side by refusing to have anything touch his asshole because EW! If he's aggressively heterosexual as you say, what does that make you?
> Even the fanfiction kept Jayce only with women, with fans describing him as their ideal dominant, alpha, baby daddy
That's exactly what YOU do, you retarded bitch! He's soooo heterosexual that he happens to be exclusively attracted to vagina, regardless of the identity of the vagina owner, and is soooooooo manly and dominant and aggressive you better not stick a tongue or a massager near his ass or someone's getting a beating. Newsflash: you are still writing an aggressive heterosexual man, just with a different label.
> Puppishly innocent
He threw knives at him like they were in EoSD Stage 5. Did we forget that?
> Almost blindingly beautiful in a way that make Viktor's heart falter
Give an NLOG an ounce of attention - be sure to be an attractive, exclusively heterosexual man (NO GAYS! NO DOWN LOW, NO POZ LOADS) - and watch that heart flutter (along with something else).
> Occasionally going on advetures together
I'm sure they include you being bent over every available surface. Beware those illegal immigrant spiders, though!
> The thought lingered like a secret yearning - quiet and dangerous
More effort are in the THOUGHTS of yearning, but not actual yearning. These two are actually intolerable together.
He's gonna be a tradwife, just watch.
> Struggled with boundaries, physical, emotional, and mental
> Cannot be told no
> Seen as a lovable puppy anyways
Yeah, if a man can't accept the word 'no,' you've got a rapist on your hands.
> Was it Jayce's fault that Viktor's skin burned easily?
No, that's just you being the sickly Victorian boy who needs a little love in his dying breath.
> Jayce's personality had taken such a sharp turn Viktor was half-convinced he had imagined the worst of their earlier interaction
This is just shitty writing. Having a character do a 180 in personality without any explanation is not self-awareness, it's you being unaware of the character you're writing. What do you mean the guy who took off heads like he was Kratos with the Chaos Blades and chucked knives at you is now a lovable puppy? Miss me with that shit.
> He found himself swooning and sighing - internally, of course - like a lovesick maiden
You, too, can ignore red flags and have no self-respect and that 'doki-doki' on your cheeks if the man who tried killing you has a nice face and a big dick.
> Jayce had once ruined this very table while having a lewd encounter with the High Priestess
Oh he must REALLY hate it now, knowing that a black woman got fucked on it and he didn't. He needs extra powerwash squirting to take away the scent.
> Ryze
This man works to stop the world from ending in Rune Wars and has to deal with an uwu pooner swooning after a Crown Prince that tried to kill him. I feel you, man.
> It stirred unwanted feelings, as though Viktor's mind were not already a stuttering mess
Men at Oxford at that bad, huh? You have to seek a hunky, well-hung Latino who nearly kills you to get you off. Violent men really do get saved in their contacts, huh?
Uh oh, they're flirting! Can't disrupt that fragile equilibrium from a relationship that happened behind the scenes! Did you know that it took them WEEKS for them to get this far? I sure as hell didn't!
> Shivered at the husk of Jayce's voice, at the weight of that look - something that felt uncomfortably close to a lover's caress
I can't wait for him to admit that he was gay or bi-curious all along even when he doesn't have to touch another asshole. "I like men, even those with vaginas! Ew, I'd never let an actual gay male touch me! Who do you think I am, faggot?"
> The bar is so low it's practically underground
> Immediately falls in love with a sexy hunk who promises him safety, security, and a good dicking
Every time.
> Accepted the violence as part and parcel of their world
It's just part and parcel of living in a big city, innit?
> Viktor realized with a creeping sense of unease that nothing in the realm came close to him in terms of power
So he's basically Kratos with One Punch Man abilities. Your Gary Stu, if you will.
> The chapters had narrated eight percent fucking, ten percent emotions and only ten percent fighting
Meanwhile, our self-aware Brit has: 70% emotions, 20% fucking (yet) and 5% character and world-building. The other 5% is exclusively reserved for nigger hating.
> Froze at the gleam in the prince's eyes, colour rising swiftly to his cheeks - a soft, rose-pink that drew an amused smile
Maybe I should've added 'blushing' to the pie chart. All this whiny bitch does is cry, blush, and dream about getting fucked.
> Traitorous heart did an Irish jig
You were close to getting a pair of Irish sunglasses in chapter 1.
> As though he were silently reassessing Viktor's intelligence - and finding it lacking
You would think a prostitute well-known for being a walking sex toy would raise eyebrows if he suddenly started talking about particle physics and gravity, as well as approach you for a novel approach to said particle physics and gravity. You would think this moody Crown Prince who's flirtatious one moment and violent the next would at least be intelligent enough to get that, but no.
> Crown Prince is unflattered by court whore's reaction
> He immediately thinks of all the times he got his hole 'pulverized' by men and women alike
> Sensitive about the fact he's falling in love with a known whore, despite being 100% heterosexual and not 'into men'
> Snaps every minute and is emotionally and behaviourally volatile
> Is the main male love interest
I'm not buying his misogynistic attitude, bitch.
> A volatile Crown Prince armed with a Hex Hammer was not a combination Viktor was keen to provoke
> Is described as being an 'excitable child high on sugar' a sentence later
Incredible worldbuilding. Just incredible. Dragon Ball Z has nothing on this.
I'll say. He's a sheltered NLOG who's into misogynistic brown men. He can just take a stroll through London midday if he wants action that bad. I can't guarantee that the pricking is the one you want, but you'll get pricked.
You also have to laugh that Jayce here committed a war crime on the scale of the Big Yahu, but narratively that doesn't matter because our white boi is gonna get some sexual competition and he wants to get picked.
> Unfortunate reptutation as her mother's glucose infant
Shut the fuck up.
Now, I wholly expected the Mel hate here given the sheer, seething hatred in Chapter 1, but I am always surprised by the audacity of UK Jayviks who speak so assuredly about blacks. She's immediately compared to a white male (?) prostitute with siren-like eyes, high cheekbones, full lips ( he doesn't have full lips) and a Chad jaw, and true to form, she can't handle our Hammer Hero one bit.
The biggest, and most rational, reason for Mel to hate Jayce is that he's a callous mass murderer who just killed hundreds - if not thousands - of people by taking out a mountain. He didn't have to do that - he could have told the people to evacuate - but no. In order to kill a dragon and seal a demon portal - are we in Minecraft, here? - he just had to engage in softcore genocide. However, our poor NLOG is angrier at the fact they're stuck in the middle and Mel is getting all the attention.
> Where was the chemistry in the novel?
If you expected me to believe a fujo would write a nigress having sex with the alpha daddy dom she reserves for her favourite 'trans twink' you're out of your mind. You hate her because she gets in the way of your yaoi and what better way to do that than make her the villain?
Funny thing is, Mel is the most rational and likable person here. Jayce is just a growling animal accusing her of theft - seriously, accusing the Token Black of theft is HI-LAR-IOUS - and Viktor is there wondering why she's mad as if Jayce didn't just murder hundreds of people. Taking out a mountain and permanently changing the geography isn't like ripping the page out of a book, retard.
You know as well as I do he was waiting to call her a slur. You KNOW he was ready to whip out that 'nigger' card with his entire chest.
> It was acrid jealousy that devoured his rationality
> He's jealous because his object of desire fucked a nigger and not him, and that he's 100% straight and not into men
> Angry at the black woman for taking him away from Hextech when said technology JUST MURDERED HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE
The lack of self-awareness is astounding.
> You are not a lovesick maiden
> All of his actions are predicated on being a lovesick maiden
Logic. We can't even get a proper buildup of their relationship. The only chemistry they share is hurling hate crimes at the Token Black. That ese ain't marrying that black sugar.
> Remembers a TikTok psychology video about codependent relationships
> Missed the ones that discuss the issues about dating mass murderers
On TikTok, they'd be calling it 'spiritually Israeli', especially since Jayce has the mentality of someone who'd double-tap an ambulance. Fun!
> Heavy arms encircling Viktor's waist
I KNOW I'm gonna see 'his waist was so small his thumbs met in the middle'. Place your bets now.
> Possessed not a single shred of self-preservation
You don't say. He wants that genocidal dick right NOW
> A changeling of otherworldly beauty
...something he chucked knives at and made fun of at the first meeting. They've spent weeks together and yet there has been no indication he's changed his stance near him.
> Surmised that the birth of Hextech had laid Viktor's soul bare before him
Are we gonna talk about the war crimes he committed, or no?
> Now saw Viktor for who he truly was, rather than what he appeared to be
"I have discovered I am not longer 100% a daddy dom alpha male heterosexual. I am 50% heterosexual who still remains exclusively attracted to vagina. I am now an honorary gay man."
We're not addressing the war crime thing even as we enter the penultimate smut scene, are we? Dreaming about dropping a mountain on a village while you're getting plowed with his sacred, royal seed is...well, it's very 'spiritually Israel'. Hey I'm just referencing TikTok here, you can't hate me, fam.
The alpha male CEO fic is two chapters away from completion. Last chapter, our dastardly stinky villain plotted evidence showing our alpha male might have been going after minors and knocked one up, leaving our tradwaifu at risk of losing everything. What is their next step? Swooning over how attractive they are, of course! Lines for this chapter include:
- he wanted—needed—to feel that cock inside him. Right fucking now.
- He needed that perfect, sinful cock, the best he’d ever had, the biggest, the thickest, attached to the hottest alpha in the world…
- He was panting like an animal now—restless, desperate, driven by nothing but instinct. He couldn’t even move properly anymore, just sit there, waiting to be taken, fucked, bred.
- only you… please, alpha… fuck me, please… don’t tease—just fuck me…
- He was so fucking wet that a damn horse could’ve slid in without resistance. And third, the only thing that actually hurt was being empty—when he should’ve been full of dick.
- alpha—yes… breed me… breed me, please…
I was not joking about the introductory sentence. The second after Mel leaves, Viktor, the victim in this deliberate smear campaign, spends his time ogling at our alpha male CEO and his shaggy beard and looks rather than be focused on the child who will now be harassed by paparazzi. This is the same kid our alpha male CEO got jealous of because he got breastfed, btw. However, he 'feels' Jayce's pain; sees it in the dark circles under his eyes and realizes that maybe he's suffering, too. This is where they have The Talk.
Jayce begins by saying that he's done a lot of shit in his life, but nothing compares to him leaving his favourite baby mama high and dry. He 'never wanted it' and 'hates himself for it', despite obviously wanting it and only giving a damn when he realized he had a piece of his bloodline walking around. Had Viktor remained single and childless, he would have kept on acting like the sexist manslut he did in the beginning. Viktor, by contrast, ONCE AGAIN pulls a Taylor Swift and wonders 'how could he want him?' as if he hasn't asked that every fucking chapter for the past five chapters. It's getting irksome. He simply doesn't understand this level of affection - dramatic displays of submission in front of company employees aside - and wonders if this is all a ploy to get him close before dumping him again. My advice to you, dear Taylor Swift, is to simply cut him out outright. It doesn't matter how gargantuan that man meat is; if he's willing to dump you or leave you behind at a moment's notice, it's time to leave. Viktor wants this alpha male, he really does, but he's terrified of rejection. What happens when another group of women calls his son the spawn of a junkie? What then?
Now faced with the threats of Stinky Dmitri who will use the power of the media to call Jayce a teen-chaser, Viktor tells Jayce - who says he will do anything for forgiveness - to let things unfold naturally. He doesn't want them acting on emotion and that they have to put on a brave face for Benji, who is noticing that 'daddy isn't smiling like he used to'. He tells him that they shouldn't dig into what is and what could be, and Jayce's reaction is one of outright panic. One enjoys the utter fear he feels because this son of a bitch is getting what he deserves. He sputters, asking what he means by that, and Viktor calmly explains that they should remain co-parents and friends for the time being. Jayce attempts to tell him that what he feels for him is real, but Viktor gently cuts him off, saying they can't be diving into fantasies lest all if it goes into the shitter. For once, the uwu, feminine-brained omega is acting like a man, prioritizing the well-being of their child vs their selfish wants.
Jayce does not take this well - at all. He asks him if that's what he really wants. Inwardly, Viktor disagrees, wanting Jayce to love him for 'what he is', imperfections and all, wanting to be desired so badly and so purely that he exists as the only person in the world; as the most desirable mate chosen by instinct, not by circumstance. AKA, he wants to be submissive and bred by his beautiful, well-hung alpha and pop out more babies because that's what instinct demands of him. We can't turn away our instincts because that's in our genes, yo. We can't have people think our babies look like junkies.
Outwardly, Viktor simply tells him that that's for the best, and Jayce simply tells him that he can't handle life without him. Nothing like a bit of emotional manipulation to go with your bow, huh? He tells him that he hopes one day he can 'see what he means to him' and that he'll get a second chance. Before they part, Jayce manages to sneak in a kiss - a gentle, devastating one - that nearly melts our poor omega and makes him fold then and there. He manages to deepen said kiss before they actually part, all romantic devastation and hope meant to pull at the audience's heartstrings. Jayce smiles sadly, saying he has to write a statement to the press and that it might not be a good idea for them to be seen together. Can't imagine working for a CEO accused of going after teenagers, but hey, he's got an Alan Dershowitz lawyer so he's good.
Several days later, when Viktor goes to pick up Benji from school, Jayce texts him to inform him that they secured a victory: they found out Stinky Dmitri fed the information and photos to the press. He will give an interview stating he 'always knew' about Benji but 'watched from a distance', as if that's going to make him look any better. Remember, in omegaverse, out-of-wedlock births are frowned upon, and him going after a college student because they were a virgin are details that don't make him look like a hero. Viktor, the Priscilla to hi Elvis, tells him he isn't mad, and that he'll be rooting for him from his couch. Viktor blushes at Jayce telling him he feels better already with his encouragement, because of course he does. A kicked dog will always go back to an owner who feeds them at night.
Sky arrives later for tea - literally and metaphorically - and they talk while Benji is in bed. Benji is sharp for a five-year-old alpha, and in his childlike brain he would have loved seeing his father on TV (just don't tell him the circumstances of his birth, or he might think it's acceptable). Viktor asks if Jayce is on the TV yet, and Sky snorts, asking him if he's eager to see 'his alpha'. Viktor says that he isn't his alpha, but Sky disagrees, saying he rejected him and he's worse off for it. Why? She pulls the usual 'yeah he made some mistakes and he's willing to change but you're stubborn' as if people should expect to forgive misogynistic man sluts who get jealous over their own children. She chides him on his stubbornness, saying he's pushing away a 'real shot at happiness' with the guy he's been pining over for months. He rejects this, saying he 'isn't gone for me' but Sky doesn't believe him. The TV program cuts them off at his next interjection, with Sky warning that their conversation isn't over.
When Jayce appears on the show - quasi-political backdrop and all, with the seriousness of the CNN 'Situation Room - Sky whistles at his appearance, saying he looks 'hotter than ever' vs treating the accusations of him going after teenagers seriously. So much for #Metoo. Dmitri should've hired some Twitter stans leftover from the Amber Heard years to work for him. So what, you might ask, is our alpha male's look? Well they trimmed his beard a bit, and styled his hair to look like it was 'shaped by the wind', giving him a rougher, more dangerous look - perfect for convincing an audience that he did not have sexual relations with those underage women. Basically, he looks like Dan Bilzerian sans the red face. They made him look like a Hollywood movie star, meant to stir up the libidos of the omegas watching him to invariably turn against his accusers. They were aiming for the 'he can't be a rapist, he's too hot!' and it's working, especially for our uwu omega who can't pry his eyes off him.
The interview begins and Jayce walks into it like he's Jared Kushner with more attractiveness and swagger. He hates interviews, he says; he's a scientist, leave the questions for his media team, okay? He immediately shuts down the accusations that he's gone after teenagers - he only goes after LEGAL omegas, he's NEVER been interested in fucking teens, unless we're talking about himself as a teenager than that's totally different - but then he more or less admits that he did sire a pup on a teenager (yes, Viktor was a young college student, but still a teen). Of course, rather than the interviewer pressing him on that, it's meant to pull at the audience's heartstrings - and it does. Viktor feels flashes of warmth from the coldness and fear he initially felt, more so when Jayce praises him on national television. He gets all the usual praises: extraordinary, brilliant, without equal, undeserving of him yadda yadda. Jayce does not go into detail over the nature of their relationship to protect him, saying that he did not 'abandon' Viktor once he found out he got pregnant, but that they had separated 'under difficult circumstances'. Anything to make the audience forget this sexy CEO is a deadbeat. You know who would break through these lies? Our girl Barbie. Where's she at?
The interviewer asks why he kept knowledge of his pup private. He says that it was his family's business - Viktor's heart does a flip at the word 'family' - and that the only reason it's a public matter is because Stinky Dmitri published illegal photos of his child. When the interviewer asks how he knows, Jayce responds that he has proof 'direct(ly) from the source', causing a collective murmur amongst the audience with his alpha male power. He vows that he won't take this lying down and that these threats against him will be resolved; that if anyone else thinks of publishing the child he is envious of for breastfeeding, they will live to regret it. He speaks like a 'true alpha', a real Andrew Tate, powerful and straight-shouldered and this makes our dear omega watching him so fucking wet because look at that defensive posture. Look at the lengths he will go to protect his family. It almost makes you forget he was a man slut and got jealous of his own son for latching onto the tits he wanted to suckle breastmilk from. All he can think of is, perfect father. Perfect alpha while sitting there in his wet panties. Sky, noticing the entire thing, calls them both 'hopeless'. Our Taylor Swift self-insert has no idea what she's talking about, because what kind of alpha male would want him, right?
Thanks to Jayce's alpha male status and Alan Dershowitz lawyers, pictures of Benji slowly start disappearing from the Internet. Viktor stops receiving harassing phone calls and life slowly starts going back to normal. Jayce is the hero of the hour; the alpha male who answers every question, resolves every issue and stands up for the uwu weak omega who has never developed a spine or self-awareness in this entire thing. More so when he feels 'weak' at such chivalrous displays: having chairs pulled out for him, being referred to as 'his son's mother', being the object of affection from the single most powerful alpha male...whew, who wouldn't love such attention? Why, here's how he acts on the regular:
> Intoxicating sense of being taken care of
All uwu omegas just want to be tradwives, cooking and cleaning and feeling protected by their right-wing Republican alpha males. What, you thought this alpha male was feminist? Think again. We really missed a chance for him to brag abou grabbing omegas by the pussies.
> Not his alpha, of course not!
You're never finding out what he really thinks of your son, lmao
> With his heat creeping closer, his body betraying him at every turn
Yes, we will have another smut scene. Get your drinks ready for 'his waist was so small his thumbs met in the middle'.
He just wants to be co-parents, see. Nothing more, nothing less. Why, he can't stop thinking about his sexy alpha male that he couldn't even work on a report for a whole hour because of him!
I wonder what these alpha pheromones smell like. Are they overwhelming like bear mace, or choking like mustard gas? What happens when two aggressive alpha males are in the room together? Do they just shoot off pheromones like angry mushrooms?
> The closer he got, the stronger the scent became, wrapping around him, making it harder to think clearly
So is anyone else in that room getting choked by those pheromones or is it just our Taylor Swift omega getting affected?
> We had no indication that he might behave in an unprofessional manner
When you live in a world where alpha males are allowed to do whatever they want, where there is no MeToo movement and sexual harassment claims aren't taken seriously, 'we didn't know' is code for 'yeah we know, but we couldn't do anything'. Jayce's company knew full well of his exploits yet did nothing; Viktor simply chose not to sue out of fear of retribution. These are not good people.
> No reason to suspect he might lurk outside a kindergarten like a creep taking photos of my child
You got jealous of said child because he was breastfeeding and you weren't. I'm not letting this tidbit go.
> The edge in his tone, the weight of his presence pressing into the room. His scent deepened - more commanding, more aggressive
Do tell me what this manly, alpha male scent smells like. It has to be MASCULINE, MANLY, MAN AND MALE, so does it smell like an oil rig or Native deodorant? Help me out here.
> His alpha. Fighting for his family
Look at that. He's all wet for a traditional, right-leaning man with a big dick who can fuck him well. When I said that alpha male Jayce here acts a bit like Mexican Trump, I wasn't joking. All he's missing are overpriced cellphones and coins with his face on it.
> Your temper is going to cost us one day
Wait until the public finds out that he's jealous of his own five-year-old.
> He could still file a lawsuit against you for assault
How convenient that the cameras on the parking lot weren't working when he got his nose broken. BTW, he can still sue for damages. There were witnesses.
> There was something in the way he said it, something...possessive
Our alpha male is ready for some MILF pussy and he's about to get it!
> His thoughts were slipping, blurring, running wild in directions he couldn't control
> He couldn't think straight
These are the most heterosexual thoughts imaginable. What do you mean you can't control yourself over an attractive man because instinct says you need to be bred by him? What do you mean you are overwhelmed by those alpha male pheromones that make you submissive and breedable? What do you meeeeeeeeeannn you're so obsessed with alpha male cock?
> Like there was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be
It's just biology, bro. He needs that cock inside him. It's instinct, bro.
> He lifted him effortlessly off the ground
He'd have more difficulty lifting a trash bin.
> Like he'd just found something sacred - something he hadn't dared hope to see
Now, later on, Jayce makes a casual admission that should make someone rational go, 'what the fuck?' but no, Viktor just gets slicker and slicker like a slug and craves that cock to give him more babies Jayce can get jealous of.
You heard that right: during the MIDDLE OF FOREPLAY, this man admits that he is jealous OF HIS OWN SON and rather than be freaked the fuck out over it, Viktor just moans away because he's too sexually stimulated. If I had heard that my male partner was envious over my own offspring over breastfeeding, I would not be 'squirting milk' into his mouth, he'd be hung from the ceiling fan. I don't care if the whole thing comes crashing down on him. This is 100% a fucked up thing to say. 900+ comments, btw.
> Give me your cock, Jayce, please please please
You are going to wish a nail gun was placed to your head after this UWU FUCK ME ALPHA~~~ dialogue.
> He needed that perfect, sinful cock, the best he'd ever had, the biggest, the thickest, attached to the hottest alpha in the world
BIGGER THAN BIG, THE BIGGEST EVER, NO ONE HAS A BIGGER ALPHA MALE COCK THAN ME
> Thick. Hard. Flushed deep red, leaking at the tip
We know he's thick and hard, thanks.
> He was panting like an animal
You're about to be fucked like one.
> He shoved the laptop aside carelessly, not even looking where it landed
It was either the floor or water damage from that omega power wash squirt.
> Your hair's completely soaked
You know the slick is thick when the Tarzan pubes are wetter than the Amazon during a flash flood.
> Only you, Jayce, only you...please alpha...fuck me please
UWU FUCK ME ALPHA WOOF WOOF FUCK ME NYAAAAAAAA~
> Viktor was so fucking wet that a damn horse could've slid in without resistance
Do you know how large horse penises are? I didn't think there'd be a Mr. Hands reference in omegaverse but here we are.
> The only thing that actually hurt was being empty - when he should've been full of cock
This is a real line.
> Full. Perfect. Alpha. Bred
UWU OMEGA WANT TO BE BRED, NYAAAA FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME UWU - this is how this fucking sounds. God, I get a migraine typing that.
> Only to grab Viktor's legs and haul them over his shoulders
Disabilities disappear when you get fucked over a desk by a hunky alpha. The more you know.
> Alpha - yes, breed me...breed me please
BREED ME BREED ME PLEASE BREED ME ALPHA MALE DADDY I WANT YOUR BABIES DADDY UWU
> He felt himself gush, felt the wet heat spreading, spilling everywhere
I wonder how house flippers are doing since water damage would be the single most present issue. Leaky pipes? Nah, that's just an omega getting excited.
> The knot he had dreamed of, swelling inside him, thick and solid, right where it belonged
So were you thinking of horse cock when that happened or do you stick with humans?
You're gonna need more than a plumber and the Geek Squad to fix your items, fam.
> Sweaty, flushed, trembling, his cunt and thighs dripping with a mix of cum and slick
Someone get him some FlexTape to cut off those leaks.
> Doesn't want to turn into a 'desperate, mindless thing craving nothing but cock'
> Has acted exactly like that the entire fic because his 'instincts' cannot be denied
> Has never acted like an independent human being with their own hopes, dreams and intelligence, it literally revolves around cock
> MFW the memes about women's pornography are real
He feels SOOO seen and heard by this sexy alpha when he didn't register the massive red flag that is this ball-swingers admission he was jealous of his own son for getting breastfed. We're just gonna ignore that for his equine-sized knot, huh? Over 930 + comments and not a single one pointed this out. A-fuckin-mazing.
Jayce begins by saying that he's done a lot of shit in his life, but nothing compares to him leaving his favourite baby mama high and dry. He 'never wanted it' and 'hates himself for it', despite obviously wanting it and only giving a damn when he realized he had a piece of his bloodline walking around. Had Viktor remained single and childless, he would have kept on acting like the sexist manslut he did in the beginning. Viktor, by contrast, ONCE AGAIN pulls a Taylor Swift and wonders 'how could he want him?' as if he hasn't asked that every fucking chapter for the past five chapters. It's getting irksome. He simply doesn't understand this level of affection - dramatic displays of submission in front of company employees aside - and wonders if this is all a ploy to get him close before dumping him again. My advice to you, dear Taylor Swift, is to simply cut him out outright. It doesn't matter how gargantuan that man meat is; if he's willing to dump you or leave you behind at a moment's notice, it's time to leave. Viktor wants this alpha male, he really does, but he's terrified of rejection. What happens when another group of women calls his son the spawn of a junkie? What then?
Now faced with the threats of Stinky Dmitri who will use the power of the media to call Jayce a teen-chaser, Viktor tells Jayce - who says he will do anything for forgiveness - to let things unfold naturally. He doesn't want them acting on emotion and that they have to put on a brave face for Benji, who is noticing that 'daddy isn't smiling like he used to'. He tells him that they shouldn't dig into what is and what could be, and Jayce's reaction is one of outright panic. One enjoys the utter fear he feels because this son of a bitch is getting what he deserves. He sputters, asking what he means by that, and Viktor calmly explains that they should remain co-parents and friends for the time being. Jayce attempts to tell him that what he feels for him is real, but Viktor gently cuts him off, saying they can't be diving into fantasies lest all if it goes into the shitter. For once, the uwu, feminine-brained omega is acting like a man, prioritizing the well-being of their child vs their selfish wants.
Jayce does not take this well - at all. He asks him if that's what he really wants. Inwardly, Viktor disagrees, wanting Jayce to love him for 'what he is', imperfections and all, wanting to be desired so badly and so purely that he exists as the only person in the world; as the most desirable mate chosen by instinct, not by circumstance. AKA, he wants to be submissive and bred by his beautiful, well-hung alpha and pop out more babies because that's what instinct demands of him. We can't turn away our instincts because that's in our genes, yo. We can't have people think our babies look like junkies.
Outwardly, Viktor simply tells him that that's for the best, and Jayce simply tells him that he can't handle life without him. Nothing like a bit of emotional manipulation to go with your bow, huh? He tells him that he hopes one day he can 'see what he means to him' and that he'll get a second chance. Before they part, Jayce manages to sneak in a kiss - a gentle, devastating one - that nearly melts our poor omega and makes him fold then and there. He manages to deepen said kiss before they actually part, all romantic devastation and hope meant to pull at the audience's heartstrings. Jayce smiles sadly, saying he has to write a statement to the press and that it might not be a good idea for them to be seen together. Can't imagine working for a CEO accused of going after teenagers, but hey, he's got an Alan Dershowitz lawyer so he's good.
Several days later, when Viktor goes to pick up Benji from school, Jayce texts him to inform him that they secured a victory: they found out Stinky Dmitri fed the information and photos to the press. He will give an interview stating he 'always knew' about Benji but 'watched from a distance', as if that's going to make him look any better. Remember, in omegaverse, out-of-wedlock births are frowned upon, and him going after a college student because they were a virgin are details that don't make him look like a hero. Viktor, the Priscilla to hi Elvis, tells him he isn't mad, and that he'll be rooting for him from his couch. Viktor blushes at Jayce telling him he feels better already with his encouragement, because of course he does. A kicked dog will always go back to an owner who feeds them at night.
Sky arrives later for tea - literally and metaphorically - and they talk while Benji is in bed. Benji is sharp for a five-year-old alpha, and in his childlike brain he would have loved seeing his father on TV (just don't tell him the circumstances of his birth, or he might think it's acceptable). Viktor asks if Jayce is on the TV yet, and Sky snorts, asking him if he's eager to see 'his alpha'. Viktor says that he isn't his alpha, but Sky disagrees, saying he rejected him and he's worse off for it. Why? She pulls the usual 'yeah he made some mistakes and he's willing to change but you're stubborn' as if people should expect to forgive misogynistic man sluts who get jealous over their own children. She chides him on his stubbornness, saying he's pushing away a 'real shot at happiness' with the guy he's been pining over for months. He rejects this, saying he 'isn't gone for me' but Sky doesn't believe him. The TV program cuts them off at his next interjection, with Sky warning that their conversation isn't over.
When Jayce appears on the show - quasi-political backdrop and all, with the seriousness of the CNN 'Situation Room - Sky whistles at his appearance, saying he looks 'hotter than ever' vs treating the accusations of him going after teenagers seriously. So much for #Metoo. Dmitri should've hired some Twitter stans leftover from the Amber Heard years to work for him. So what, you might ask, is our alpha male's look? Well they trimmed his beard a bit, and styled his hair to look like it was 'shaped by the wind', giving him a rougher, more dangerous look - perfect for convincing an audience that he did not have sexual relations with those underage women. Basically, he looks like Dan Bilzerian sans the red face. They made him look like a Hollywood movie star, meant to stir up the libidos of the omegas watching him to invariably turn against his accusers. They were aiming for the 'he can't be a rapist, he's too hot!' and it's working, especially for our uwu omega who can't pry his eyes off him.
The interview begins and Jayce walks into it like he's Jared Kushner with more attractiveness and swagger. He hates interviews, he says; he's a scientist, leave the questions for his media team, okay? He immediately shuts down the accusations that he's gone after teenagers - he only goes after LEGAL omegas, he's NEVER been interested in fucking teens, unless we're talking about himself as a teenager than that's totally different - but then he more or less admits that he did sire a pup on a teenager (yes, Viktor was a young college student, but still a teen). Of course, rather than the interviewer pressing him on that, it's meant to pull at the audience's heartstrings - and it does. Viktor feels flashes of warmth from the coldness and fear he initially felt, more so when Jayce praises him on national television. He gets all the usual praises: extraordinary, brilliant, without equal, undeserving of him yadda yadda. Jayce does not go into detail over the nature of their relationship to protect him, saying that he did not 'abandon' Viktor once he found out he got pregnant, but that they had separated 'under difficult circumstances'. Anything to make the audience forget this sexy CEO is a deadbeat. You know who would break through these lies? Our girl Barbie. Where's she at?
The interviewer asks why he kept knowledge of his pup private. He says that it was his family's business - Viktor's heart does a flip at the word 'family' - and that the only reason it's a public matter is because Stinky Dmitri published illegal photos of his child. When the interviewer asks how he knows, Jayce responds that he has proof 'direct(ly) from the source', causing a collective murmur amongst the audience with his alpha male power. He vows that he won't take this lying down and that these threats against him will be resolved; that if anyone else thinks of publishing the child he is envious of for breastfeeding, they will live to regret it. He speaks like a 'true alpha', a real Andrew Tate, powerful and straight-shouldered and this makes our dear omega watching him so fucking wet because look at that defensive posture. Look at the lengths he will go to protect his family. It almost makes you forget he was a man slut and got jealous of his own son for latching onto the tits he wanted to suckle breastmilk from. All he can think of is, perfect father. Perfect alpha while sitting there in his wet panties. Sky, noticing the entire thing, calls them both 'hopeless'. Our Taylor Swift self-insert has no idea what she's talking about, because what kind of alpha male would want him, right?
Thanks to Jayce's alpha male status and Alan Dershowitz lawyers, pictures of Benji slowly start disappearing from the Internet. Viktor stops receiving harassing phone calls and life slowly starts going back to normal. Jayce is the hero of the hour; the alpha male who answers every question, resolves every issue and stands up for the uwu weak omega who has never developed a spine or self-awareness in this entire thing. More so when he feels 'weak' at such chivalrous displays: having chairs pulled out for him, being referred to as 'his son's mother', being the object of affection from the single most powerful alpha male...whew, who wouldn't love such attention? Why, here's how he acts on the regular:
> Intoxicating sense of being taken care of
All uwu omegas just want to be tradwives, cooking and cleaning and feeling protected by their right-wing Republican alpha males. What, you thought this alpha male was feminist? Think again. We really missed a chance for him to brag abou grabbing omegas by the pussies.
> Not his alpha, of course not!
You're never finding out what he really thinks of your son, lmao
> With his heat creeping closer, his body betraying him at every turn
Yes, we will have another smut scene. Get your drinks ready for 'his waist was so small his thumbs met in the middle'.
He just wants to be co-parents, see. Nothing more, nothing less. Why, he can't stop thinking about his sexy alpha male that he couldn't even work on a report for a whole hour because of him!
I wonder what these alpha pheromones smell like. Are they overwhelming like bear mace, or choking like mustard gas? What happens when two aggressive alpha males are in the room together? Do they just shoot off pheromones like angry mushrooms?
> The closer he got, the stronger the scent became, wrapping around him, making it harder to think clearly
So is anyone else in that room getting choked by those pheromones or is it just our Taylor Swift omega getting affected?
> We had no indication that he might behave in an unprofessional manner
When you live in a world where alpha males are allowed to do whatever they want, where there is no MeToo movement and sexual harassment claims aren't taken seriously, 'we didn't know' is code for 'yeah we know, but we couldn't do anything'. Jayce's company knew full well of his exploits yet did nothing; Viktor simply chose not to sue out of fear of retribution. These are not good people.
> No reason to suspect he might lurk outside a kindergarten like a creep taking photos of my child
You got jealous of said child because he was breastfeeding and you weren't. I'm not letting this tidbit go.
> The edge in his tone, the weight of his presence pressing into the room. His scent deepened - more commanding, more aggressive
Do tell me what this manly, alpha male scent smells like. It has to be MASCULINE, MANLY, MAN AND MALE, so does it smell like an oil rig or Native deodorant? Help me out here.
> His alpha. Fighting for his family
Look at that. He's all wet for a traditional, right-leaning man with a big dick who can fuck him well. When I said that alpha male Jayce here acts a bit like Mexican Trump, I wasn't joking. All he's missing are overpriced cellphones and coins with his face on it.
> Your temper is going to cost us one day
Wait until the public finds out that he's jealous of his own five-year-old.
> He could still file a lawsuit against you for assault
How convenient that the cameras on the parking lot weren't working when he got his nose broken. BTW, he can still sue for damages. There were witnesses.
> There was something in the way he said it, something...possessive
Our alpha male is ready for some MILF pussy and he's about to get it!
> His thoughts were slipping, blurring, running wild in directions he couldn't control
> He couldn't think straight
These are the most heterosexual thoughts imaginable. What do you mean you can't control yourself over an attractive man because instinct says you need to be bred by him? What do you mean you are overwhelmed by those alpha male pheromones that make you submissive and breedable? What do you meeeeeeeeeannn you're so obsessed with alpha male cock?
> Like there was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be
It's just biology, bro. He needs that cock inside him. It's instinct, bro.
> He lifted him effortlessly off the ground
He'd have more difficulty lifting a trash bin.
> Like he'd just found something sacred - something he hadn't dared hope to see
Now, later on, Jayce makes a casual admission that should make someone rational go, 'what the fuck?' but no, Viktor just gets slicker and slicker like a slug and craves that cock to give him more babies Jayce can get jealous of.
You heard that right: during the MIDDLE OF FOREPLAY, this man admits that he is jealous OF HIS OWN SON and rather than be freaked the fuck out over it, Viktor just moans away because he's too sexually stimulated. If I had heard that my male partner was envious over my own offspring over breastfeeding, I would not be 'squirting milk' into his mouth, he'd be hung from the ceiling fan. I don't care if the whole thing comes crashing down on him. This is 100% a fucked up thing to say. 900+ comments, btw.
> Give me your cock, Jayce, please please please
You are going to wish a nail gun was placed to your head after this UWU FUCK ME ALPHA~~~ dialogue.
> He needed that perfect, sinful cock, the best he'd ever had, the biggest, the thickest, attached to the hottest alpha in the world
BIGGER THAN BIG, THE BIGGEST EVER, NO ONE HAS A BIGGER ALPHA MALE COCK THAN ME
> Thick. Hard. Flushed deep red, leaking at the tip
We know he's thick and hard, thanks.
> He was panting like an animal
You're about to be fucked like one.
> He shoved the laptop aside carelessly, not even looking where it landed
It was either the floor or water damage from that omega power wash squirt.
> Your hair's completely soaked
You know the slick is thick when the Tarzan pubes are wetter than the Amazon during a flash flood.
> Only you, Jayce, only you...please alpha...fuck me please
UWU FUCK ME ALPHA WOOF WOOF FUCK ME NYAAAAAAAA~
> Viktor was so fucking wet that a damn horse could've slid in without resistance
Do you know how large horse penises are? I didn't think there'd be a Mr. Hands reference in omegaverse but here we are.
> The only thing that actually hurt was being empty - when he should've been full of cock
This is a real line.
> Full. Perfect. Alpha. Bred
UWU OMEGA WANT TO BE BRED, NYAAAA FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME UWU - this is how this fucking sounds. God, I get a migraine typing that.
> Only to grab Viktor's legs and haul them over his shoulders
Disabilities disappear when you get fucked over a desk by a hunky alpha. The more you know.
> Alpha - yes, breed me...breed me please
BREED ME BREED ME PLEASE BREED ME ALPHA MALE DADDY I WANT YOUR BABIES DADDY UWU
> He felt himself gush, felt the wet heat spreading, spilling everywhere
I wonder how house flippers are doing since water damage would be the single most present issue. Leaky pipes? Nah, that's just an omega getting excited.
> The knot he had dreamed of, swelling inside him, thick and solid, right where it belonged
So were you thinking of horse cock when that happened or do you stick with humans?
You're gonna need more than a plumber and the Geek Squad to fix your items, fam.
> Sweaty, flushed, trembling, his cunt and thighs dripping with a mix of cum and slick
Someone get him some FlexTape to cut off those leaks.
> Doesn't want to turn into a 'desperate, mindless thing craving nothing but cock'
> Has acted exactly like that the entire fic because his 'instincts' cannot be denied
> Has never acted like an independent human being with their own hopes, dreams and intelligence, it literally revolves around cock
> MFW the memes about women's pornography are real
He feels SOOO seen and heard by this sexy alpha when he didn't register the massive red flag that is this ball-swingers admission he was jealous of his own son for getting breastfed. We're just gonna ignore that for his equine-sized knot, huh? Over 930 + comments and not a single one pointed this out. A-fuckin-mazing.
tigercristabel has returned with yet another fic of her fave disabled 'twink' getting sold as a sex slave - Star Wars style. Did you know that she only watched the original trilogy recently for the first time? How uncultured. The inspiration for this fic was the 'Captive Prince' series by CS Pacat, written by a queer Australian woman who has the Aryan blond take the darker skinned Greek boy as a slave. tigercristabel has simply swapped the races around, but the premise is the same. I assume it will he as long as 'Whispers of Wings on the Water', another long piece of shit. Get ready for a big flush - pack your plungers.
> He can't find it in himself to be afraid, or resentful
> Ordinarily he'd just accept (sitting) back and accept(ing) his fate
Which is it? This is beta-read, btw, AND written by an Englishwoman. You'd expect mastery over the language they exported to the world.
> Most pets wouldn't dare to dream of managing his lifespan - fifty years awake
I assume he ages differently or chugged back a few Bacta tanks because he'd be a withered up skeleton vs the sexy twink she loves writing so much.
> Given what the files refer to as his 'defects'
This is a recurring theme with this author: she repeatedly, almost maliciously, highlights these 'defects' and does not even call his cane a cane but a 'walking stick'. It's almost as if she doesn't give a damn about that 'ableism' women like her bitch about so much. It's almost as if it's performative and as if she didn't write a popular fic where he got thrown into a cage and ate dog food off the floor.
> Barely twenty and the king of a whole planet
> Not much of a planet though
And wouldn't you know it, it's less of a Coruscant and more like a blown out Tatooine.
> The planet is half the size of Earth, with less land mass and only a third of it suitable for human habitation
> The King was raised by savages
You have to fucking laugh. First this bitch calls Viktor a 'defective slave', now she's calling the Latino 'raised by savages'. Just call him a Tusken Raider kidnapping a skinnier Luke Skywalker and be done with it.
> It's a wonder the city is still standing
You're wondering how it's standing on a planet ravaged by war and horrible terraforming events? OK.
> He certainly does have the pedigree befitting a King's body slave
If that pedigree includes shouting 'LOOK AT ME I'M DEFECTIVE!' it's not a good pedigree. That pussy game must really be different.
> Viktor tries not to bristle at her words
A sex slave gets offended at being called a slave, go figure. Maybe outrun your slavecatchers next time, eh?
> He doesn't have to worry about hitting her ankles with his walking stick
It's a cane. It's not something he uses for a stroll in the woods. He literally cannot walk without it.
> Only the bright blue skin of working androids can be seen, and that's yet another surprise
So they can afford blue-skinned androids that suspiciously look like Twi'leks but they need sex slaves because...? Because fuck you, that's why.
> The planet's acquisition had been plagued with setbacks
So it underwent multiple failed terraforming attempts, but it's also habitable, and powerful enough to have an entire King ruling it who has enough money to import sex slaves and general slaves to re-build his planet ON TOP OF buying androids for it...make it make sense.
> He's not entirely broken
You keep saying that while also stating you're 'defective'. You're just a crippled sex slave treated like a dog. Does that sound any better?
> Cool marble corridors, the stone pale and gleaming
1. Not bad for a planet wrecked by failed terraforming attempts. You withstood all that and still got marble palaces out of it!
2. This is ripped out of the opening chapter of 'Captive Prince', where the female slave owner - in this case, Cait - leads Viktor throughout the palace while introducing him to the slave baths. I assume the rest of the fic will follow in that book's footsteps as it was a direct inspiration.
> The blood would clash against the stone and would be a nightmare to clean
You getting your Twi'lek androids or your other slaves to clean it up?
> Even when she drops his leash to make some sort of inspection of the room
If this was a direct Star Wars reference, I'd be snitching that king and his planet to the Empire so I can see enslaved people get wrecked by Admiral Thrawn. Make me a Stormtrooper or an AT-AT driver, I don't give a shit. Anything's better than selling 50-year-old snatch on the regular.
> Has fastidious tastes regarding cleanliness
I am so glad the son of savages understands what soap and water means.
> You're a grown man. It's not like you don't know how to wash
We're just forgetting this is a sex slave and he needs that coochie STD free or else Jayce will go full Tusken Raider on him. Astounding worldbuilding. BTW, 'Lamia' sounds like LAME-ia, which makes sense because the protagonist is LAME, get it?
> He's old enough to be her father
Intergalactic pussy juice must be ripe, because that boy is still at it at his age.
> Obedience is a right and service to a literal king is a privilege
I would literally sell you to a Jawa for parts, that's how pathetic you are. I'd feed you to a Wampa on Hoth so they can eat you for fun. Don't tempt me, bitch.
> How could one end up in a position so close to the King without knowledge of correct pet etiquette
The CIS in Star Wars was formed because a few planets didn't want to pay the Republic's taxes without representation. You KNOW someone would snitch this 'King' out to this Confederacy of Planets or whatever to have them invaded. Human rights? What human rights? Give me that AT-AT!
Yeah, if you hurt your sex slave enough, that vagina can't be of much use, can it? What a way to open a fic. I assume the following chapters will be much longer and we will totally get necessary worldbuilding for our slave catching Tusken Raider. We will learn that the 'son of savages' is a good guy and cares about human rights! Will he abolish slavery? Fuck no, we need that cripple chained and kept as a pet. We want white disabled people represented in slavery after centuries of it being focused on black people. That's real justice, yo.
Oh, and here's another inspiration for the fic:
HUNKY SAVAGE LATINO BREEDS TWINKY WHITE CRIPPLE, WHY DO PEOPLE THINK WE'RE RACIST?!
Knowing me, I got curious and looked it up. It does flutter, but not for the reasons you think. The 'fluttering' you see in smut are just vaginal contractions. There's also this Medium article that talks about a 'vagina heartbeat', but offers no medical science, just opinions. Interesting nonetheless. Then, there was this Quora comment:
And I also wondered if colons flutter - they do, from IBS. It's then a 'spastic colon'. Not as arousing when you read it between your faves, lmao.
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Again, I wouldn't describe those things as "fluttering". They're spasms and contractions or in the case of the vagina, sometimes purposeful squeezing. We describe eyelashes and butterfly wings fluttering because they're small, light movements and it also helps describe what that looks like. A small bird's wings fluttering might also give a sense of the sound being made too. You can't see inside a vagina while it's gripping or hear it or anything. It's just jarring in an unpleasant, silly way.
That quora comment smells like curry. Disgustang!
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Big Rigs: Over the Ho is now on Chapter 8. Our age gap couple have a talk, discuss the public sex they just witnessed, and head to a dive bar. Also includes: pool games, an elaborate strip tease while dressed like Limp Bizkit, and being misgendered in a skeevy biker bar in Seattle.
> Jayce didn't watch Viktor get fucked against his trailer, and Viktor didn't cum when he made eye contact
Knew it. It wasn't the fatass with greasy fingers who looked like a human Homer Simpson. No, it was watching the hunky 18-wheeler trucker whip out his 18 inch cock that did him in.
> Deep down, he still knows that Jayce had no right to lash out like he did
Watch his anger issues get conveniently written away as if that entire reaction wasn't irrational and out of the blue. Such a wonder why his wife left him. Do you think an 18-year-old prostitute is going to 'change his ways' and 'tame' him? Watch that exact scenario happen. It's not at all creepy that his new 'spouse' is only two years older than his teenage daughter.
> Viktor changed, too, deciding to wear a cropped shirt and some baggy jeans that are cut off just below his knees
> Thick banded underwear showing above the hem
Very masc. You look exactly like Limp Bizkit. Here's a visual guide:
> Blinking at how his hand is swallowed by the larger man's. He thought Jayce was big
He's just uwu so smol.
> Looking up through his eyelashes and tucking a strand of hair behind his ear
Very masc. Also, you fool no one with your 'sexy' appearance when you look like Justin Bieber with that getup. You're not a 'sumptuous siren', you look like a wigger.
> There's your three fingers, kid. Think you can take 'em?
"I can take the entire set of balls, old man - AND the pool stick."
> He turns a vibrant red at the innuendo that he's not even sure Jayce realizes he made
Oh I'm sure he realizes it, because he makes more of them as time goes on.
> Jayce seems like the type to be that way with anyone he cares about
I guarantee you he didn't act that way towards his wife. There's a reason she sought - and won - sole custody, and it isn't just because he refused to show up to court. He might act like the Latin Lover with suave and sex appeal, but he's got a nasty temper that'll lead this uwu prostitute being buried in a backyard somewhere.
> Feeling a dangerous flush move through his body at the way Jayce's voice curls around the words
Get it, because it's euphoric? He doesn't have to be reminded that he has a vagina and cuts himself when a man like that whispers sweet nothings in his ear.
> He bends over at the waist
All this drama about him pushing his ass into Jayce's crotch would be sexually appealing - if he had one. As it happens, he does not, no matter how many short skirts he wears that suspiciously resemble an underage teenage girl.
> Go on. Bend over for me
"It's not just the pool stick you feel against your ass, baby."
> He presses his hips back as he does so, which pushes his ass right up against Jayce
Again, this doesn't work because: A) you don't have an ass and B) your bunchy, loose wigger jeans are a great barrier to that Over the Road pecker.
> Your turn old man. Solids
"This solid is about to fuck the 'woman' back in 'wigger'."
> Proving you're good with your pole, big guy?
"It ain't as long but it can knock some balls into a tight hole."
> An endless charade of teases and innuendos just to try to mess the other up
They're doing this in a smoky, dimly lit, if not filthy, dive bar on the outskirts of Seattle that is visited by bikers and other criminals, because the bougie, pro-trans white folk all hang out in the inner city. You will never guess what happens in this setting.
> His body starts swaying in front of the jukebox, and he rests his cane against it to move his hands up his sides
The song? 'Angel' by Mezzanine. How do I know? For one, it's in the author's Spotify playlist for this fic, and two, that's the go-to 'Fuck Me' song. Unfortunately, this wannabe Basic Instinct strip tease fails because...wait for it...you're dressed like Limp Bizkit! You are twenty whole years out of fashion, looking more like you're hiding meth pipes in those jeans vs the 'tight hole' you're saving for this trucker. You don't even have the Haybale Ho getup, loser!
> Tries to do a sexy strip tease to a juke box in a filthy pool bar
> Wears a crop-top and wigger jeans with his underwear sticking out
> Decidedly unsexy to anyone and everyone in that bar
And wouldn't you know it, he not only gets clocked by a fat, greasy, snaggletoothed wannabe Aryan, but he gets called a GIRL in front of the man of his prostitute dreams. The absolute horror.
> Viktor hasn't been misgendered in months
> His clients are different, he doesn't imagine they care
You are cheap, easy pussy. I guarantee you they know you're a woman but don't want the baggage of a pooner breaking down crying vs sucking their dick. Bikers and men who seek the services of prostitutes in skeevy, dark parking lots aren't the type to nod along to your pronouns.
> He had almost forgotten what it felt like
But getting your snatch slammed by your Latin Lover is validating because it's a man that makes you wet, right? It really is that easy, lads.
> Lilting it in a way that hopefully gives the impression he's being forgiving and small
These kinds of admissions always speak volumes. Trans men want to be men, yet when it comes to fighting off actual men, they turn meek, quiet and submissive so they don't get a broken jaw. A transwoman would fight back and weaponize their sex appeal; they would never turn meek, quiet or submissive but would get the man to pay a pretty penny to go near their ass.
> He'd rather sound pathetic than voice the habitual aggression burning under his tongue and risk the man turning violent
Wow, it's almost as if you aren't an actual man and every other male knows it. You 'have' to sound pathetic or else male aggression would do you in, even when you are happy to act catty and sly in front of men you know won't beat you. This is VERY female-coded behaviour. You are not identifying out of that.
> Out in the open, showin' off that tight, sweet body of yours
He's wearing Justin Bieber wigger jeans. Are you really jacking it to a fucking skeleton, bud?
> It's well past bedtime for little girls
We have to have a casual misgendering scene because how else can we show that Jayce is pro trans and perfectly fine fucking 'man pussy'? Odd how misgendering is the red line but potentially being murdered by violent men is not.
> He hasn't dealt with men like this in a while - ones that swear he's underage, but still fuck him like it's taboo
A casual reminder that Viktor does indeed lean into this when he wears that makeup and specific clothing to make him look younger than he is. It's supposed to make him look older, but it doesn't. I guarantee you, IRL, if these truckers who are looking for a hot, virile young twink found a pussy instead, you'd get beat and THEN they'd fuck you. The narrative has decided that that kind of transphobia is off-limits, so you get this instead.
> Surrounded by a suffocating cloud of anger and boiling testosterone
Welcome to the world of men. Don't like it? Don't try to say that you're Just Like One and that your vagina is just a 'male organ'.
> You the bitch's dad or something?
This author does hang around the 'dadson' shippers, so this is not out of the blue. It's just projection.
> How much does she bring home to you? You make her pay the bills?
It's barely enough to buy a slushie and ramen at 7/11. Who knew that people don't want to fuck a prostitute who already looks methed out? The funny thing is, the biker's insults also hit close to him - Viktor is only two years older than Jayce's daughter. He's going to fuck someone he sees his daughter in. Gross.
> Jayce doesn't hear Viktor's scream
Was it a manly scream or a girly scream? This kid isn't even on T, btw, he can't even afford it LMAO. No wonder he's heading to Seattle, it's easier to get hormones over there.
So, Jayce gets not only a stool chucked against his person, but a bottle smashed across his face. He miraculously does not get a split scalp or glass shards in his face, but a minor cut on his cheek. You can tell this author has never been in a bar fight because glass bottles over the head lead you to the ER.
Oh, and the biker into teenagers being married? Yeah that fits.
> The hair on the back of his neck stands up with the utter hatred he feels directed his way
TFW identifying as a man doesn't protect you from actual male hatred.
> Spotting mostly superficial scratches and a single, deep bruise forming on the edge of his jaw
He took a whole-ass bottle to the head and ONLY came away from that? Oh yeah that's a plot convenience. We can't have the pooner called a woman and we can't have the hunky trucker loose teeth during a fist fight. It won't make the smut look good!
> I can take care of myself, you know
Having a man defend your honour because you went meek, silent and small at another man's rage is very masc. You couldn't even chuck a few pool balls at the guy? Lame. I guess the only balls you want are the ones attached to your Latin Lover.
> How do the fuck do you think I made it this far?
Luck. Cheap, easy pussy remember. You are lucky those men were in good moods or else you'd be chained to the back of their trucks.
>One day he was mad at the world and the next he was defending his honour
Because another man was infringing on his 'property'. That's it. This 'male feminist' has rage and temperament issues, go fucking figure, but it's OK because he's a hot Latino with a big dick.
> He supposes that they would be a match made in heaven in another life
Hopefully you're not two years older than his daughter.
> I hate how they treat you. I can't fuckin' stand it...as if you're a dirty piece of meat
He's a pooner prostitute. That is part of the job. Look at you acting like the male feminist who sees the prostitute's heart of gold.
> I don't know how to stop, Jayce. I need this...I wish things were different
It's not going to be any different in Seattle. You are just going to be fucking ANTIFA members vs greasy bikers. Maybe a few transwomen can get involved and you can proudly say you did a Doll, eh?
> I want to let you take care of me. I do. It's hard, but it feels good to rely on you
Very masc to have a male take care of you as if you're a kept woman.
> You have filled my life with so much fun and safety
Always about safety with these people.
> Jayce is beautiful
This only works because he's hot. If he looked like Clyde - greasy, big-bellied, stinking of beer and unwashed ass - this would be a horror story, not a smut. Basically, he's the dad every college student wants to fuck.
> Lets the aching, yearning feeling wash over him
They are going to get spicy even when he had a bottle smashed over his head and nearly got his teeth knocked out. Nothing gets you hornier than the thought of big ole stitches in your head and a few teeth yanked out.
> He counts the gaps between as if he wishes to slide his fingers through
Those big ole yaoi hands are more likely to rip it open, if you ask me. It'd be like snapping open a fortune cookie.
> Just barely brushing against the small swell of his breast
It's not misgendering when the guy is hot.
> Like he deserves to feel wanted as more than a nameless prostitute
He isn't just going to catch feelings - he's going to catch an STD.
They are having sex immediately after Jayce took a bottle to the head, with minimal injury. He's slamming that pussy like he didn't have a stool slammed against his body, either. Logic.
> Grips Viktor's hips with both of his large, warm hands
And then his thumbs met in the middle. Right?
> Jayce slides his cock inside of Viktor in one, devastatingly brutal thrust
He's making sure that this pussy will never get misgendered again.
> Feeling split in two by pleasure and pain
Cliche.
> Jayce's voice breaking in a moan when he draws himself out of Viktor before slamming back in
Not bad for a man who nearly had his jaw broken in a bar fight and has the stamina of a 40-year-old. A casual reminder that these age gaps only work when you are hot and have a big dick. If you look like Jerry Seinfeld, Sarah here doesn't want you. That's, like, totally gross!
> Viktor can feel Jayce's cock carving so deep inside of him that he can't think straight
Well you sure are acting straight, because penis-in-vagina straight is the straightest sex you can have *wink wink*
> The older man's girth stretching his cunt with a mind-numbing burn
At least that foreskin is clean, right? You don't have to worry about grease under that hood.
> Pounds directly against his cervix
We need to stop with this. You are not 'pounding' against that cervix. You are going to the hospital. ENOUGH.
> He needs to feel Jayce inside of him - all over him - for as long as he possibly can
You already are. He's 'pounding your cervix', remember?
> It's all so feral, desperate, agonizing
Making the Latino feral, biting that pure white moon skin, marking his territory? Wow, almost as if there's a racial fetish there. Did he bite his wife and that was why he didn't come to court?
> A flood of slick coating his thighs and Jayce's cock as he fucks Viktor through it
Who needs hydrogen peroxide when you've got a sterile snatch ready to power wash bacteria away? Find your very own pooner prostitute today!
> HE fucks him until all of the air is pushed from his lungs
That would've happened from him pounding your cervix. Just sayin'.
> His cum messy and thick
That tism jism already hitting hard. Watch this 18-year-old get pregnant.
> He never thought that sex could feel so good
What's that? You, a prostitute, never thought sex could feel so good unless it was with a man whose actions you consented to and are sexually aroused by? You don't fucking say. A prostitute turning to monogamy and pair bonding? You also don't fucking say.
> Jayce is now making anxiety fill the gaps the pleasure has left behind
Uh oh. We've got trouble in paradise. Don't worry, though, they'll have makeup sex and then go truckin' all across America again. Viktor doesn't need to be educated or seek a job of his own - he can just mooch off his sugar daddy like how all trans people dream of. How validating!
> His voice cracks from his residual crying
Time to man up. No point in crying and shedding tears when you get paid for sex. Chin up, lil twink. There'll be other sugar daddies. Maybe you'll end up on a yacht someday!
Soooo...is he gonna cut himself or is he just gonna spear himself on that stick shift? They need some makeup sex before this is over. We gotta make sure he never gets misgendered, strip teased while dressed like Limp Bizkit, or pimped out ever again!
The 'the vagina is just another asshole' fic, originally a one-shot, is now a multi-chaptered story. It will delve into internalized transphobia and the sadness over not having a real, flesh-and-blood manly penis.
> He couldn't afford to be distracted with such carnal, fantastical thoughts right now
He was proudly asexual until he met a sexy hunk, then those deep-seated desires raised their ugly heads and how he masturbates every morning and night to dreams of getting plowed into the mattress. Everyone's a prude till they meet their Adonis.
> Nobody knew that side of Viktor, how depraved and needy he could be as he stuffed both of his holes until he felt full
Oh, so he's shoving his first asshole and second asshole, eh? The front hole and back hole? Does he want both stuffed full of man meat that will simultaneously remind him he isn't a man whilst scratching that instinctual itch to be submissive and bred?
> Nobody even knew he was trans
As you'll come to find out, he's got some nasty zippertit scars with the dog ears, so it wouldn't be hard to notice if he had his shirt off.
> Spread a millimetre
So it barely spread.
> This is the man who's undoing you. His mind decided to remind him
You hated human touch until a 6'0, six inch (plus), six pack, six figures man walked into your life. How typical.
> Granted, it was already 8.50
It was eight dollars and fifty cents? Wow!
> He hadn't expected that the other man would somehow be just as passionate about science and progress as he was
He read his journal. He KNOWS he's passionate about science. What a dumb thing to say. If he wasn't passionate about science, he wouldn't be hoarding illegal materials, now would he?
> Had been rather rudely altered by Jayce
> His lonely but peaceful existence had now been completely invaded
'Invaded', you say? You don't like your homogeneous routine destroyed by some diverse ways of thinking? How curious.
> Viktor didn't hate it
It sounds like you sure did, asshole.
> Viktor always felt a mess next to him, in more ways than one
Does that include getting triggered that he has a penis and you don't? It's not that hard to write him having one, you know.
> Viktor had always been adverse to touch, though not by choice
And all it took was one hot Latino to bring it all down. White people don't season dey wet dreams.
> the grey
*The Grey
> He had never found himself in a place where he felt the need for a romantic relationship
I can't wait for the eventual smut and he just spirals because he doesn't have a dick. 'Fuck my front asshole' doesn't have the same draw as hitting it from the back, huh?
> Viktor had always known he was a cripple
He's allowed to call himself that. You? That's heckin' ableist.
> Knows his gender did not match his physical body at a young age
> Learns about transgender people from brothels (proto pornography/sex trafficking)
> Wants to get surgery and hormones in order to prevent puberty
> Even the back alley surgeons and corrupt drug dealers to give him, a prepubesecent child, puberty blockers
Wow, they've got more morals than Planned Parenthood, lmao.
> The surgery results were not perfect
> His breasts were small, yet he still gets ugly zippertit scars and dog ears, a side effect that only happens to women with large breast volume
> Binds said brutalized breasts insistently and repeatedly, causing rib and chest problems
> Does not think this will affect his overall health
Amazing. This is supposed to be a traumatic backstory dump and yet it ticks off every box of every trans man you have ever read. The nipples being left necrotic and numb? Just the cherry on top.
> The surgeon had left large, jagged scars where his breasts used to be, a little misshapen pocket of fat (of) leftover breast tissue
The scars are meant as an identity signifier; the larger they are, the more you declare your trans status. It's their version of Birkin bag.
> He already passed as male in most situations
> Still notices the curve of his bony hips and his small, cinched waist
Let me guess. It's so small that a certain pair of thumbs can meet in the middle.
> Spirals every time at the noticeable lack of a bulge in his pants
You got the zippertits and all you got was a lousy roid clit? Sad!
> A medically altered thing who was neither male nor female
Whoa, there! Who are you calling trans people things? Are you some kind of TERF?
> And so Viktor unknowingly assigned himself the role of the sexless, lonely, eccentric scientist
And all it took was for spiced cock to revert him to factory settings.
> Wanted to offer him a place at the academy as a student
Canonically, Heimerdinger, as a councilor, never went down to the Undercity. He only went down there after his expulsion. He took Viktor under his wing when the former snuck into the Academy. I assume this is some kind of an AU because that yordle simply did not give a shit about the Undercity during his tenure.
He's asking for testosterone injections because he's a broke-ass, LMAO. What ever happened to getting some from dealers in Zaun? You're an adult now. Or are Piltover hormones a better quality vs the bathtub shit you're getting?
> Unused to the feeling of foreign skin on his own
"Foreign." Sounds like your white ass needs some diversity, and you're about to get a bum rush of Mexican seed in that fertile white womb.
> He's even touched the back of his neck once
Just dudes being bros, dude.
> Viktor had always wondered how Jayce's hands might feel on other parts of his body: his waist, his thighs, his cock
You never 'always wondered' this. This was recent. The T is making you horny and you want a real, masculine, manly male penis in that 'front asshole' - when you aren't spiraling over the fact you don't have a penis yourself.
> His mind will quieten in time
When you try to sound poetic but you wrote 'the vagina is an asshole' so everything sounds retarded in comparison
> Oiling the machine
Oh I know whose machine is getting oiled HEYO
> A small, delicate thing
He's just uwu so smol.
This dialogue is missing periods. Would you believe that this is beta-read by the author's HUSBAND? What a lazy fuck.
> This is what he loved. What he always needed
Funny, you spent the first half of the chapter saying you didn't need it.
> This was something more profound, something electric that pulled at his atoms
And all it is is a mere masturbation fantasy because a hot guy made you wet. The 'profound' relationship is not translating through the page. You are just horny and want a real dick. That's it.
What could this personal question be, you ask? Something along the lines of 'Hey, do you like men?' Something along the penile persuasion? Place your bets now.
If you remember the movie 'Life', you'll recall the membranous organism in that film sucking its victims dry. A similar creature is used in this fic, albeit it's injected right into a uterus and feeds on the uterine lining. It also includes 'vore', though I'm not sure who's getting eaten.
> Has painful periods since he was young
Gosh, I wonder what the source could be?
> He's specialized in the development of gene therapies to reverse genetic disorders like his own
All that and I bet you he wishes he could be a Real Man vs Period Owner Man. Shedding the uterine lining every month is manly AF.
> I'm ok professor
It's either 'Okay' or 'OK'. You should know this by now.
> Are you experiencing menstrual discomfort today?
Wow, that's quite the conversation starter. He said it with the ease as one describes the weather.
> That's a hell of a thing for a man who raised you more than your father but is definitely not your dad to say
Hey, it's Singed. He's going to say it that way whether he's talking about your period or popping someone's skull off.
Our hunky Latino is our token Evil Scientist, and he's about to experiment with issues relating to the...feminine persuasion. If the dinky ER didn't give it away, his cheery, OOC attitude will.
> Is it ok that I'm currently menstruating?
*Okay
> It should be fine. I don't see any way that it would interfere
Just say that it wouldn't interfere.
> He doesn't see the point. This is a glorified gynecologist appointment
...yes? Because you sought relief for your painful menstrual cramps? And a gyno is a doctor qualified for those issues? You can't get mad at the service you demand, fam.
> Despite his displeasure at the slight bloatedness of his uterus
Oh it's gonna get worse from here on out, friends.
> A chair with stirrups with straps?
This man is a genius, mind you, yet has no self-awareness or instincts imaginable. Even when the 'doctor' tells him the chest straps are there to keep someone from 'falling off', he doesn't seem to ask or wonder why that would be - would the procedure be that painful to necessitate wriggling, for one - and just goes along with it, meek and demure, FTM style.
> Is that necessary?
> Maybe not, but it will put less strain on your back
Oh, that's reassuring. He's leaning into the 'tee hee mad scientist' thing a little too hard.
> He seems like his heart is in the right place
You still aren't asking about the chest straps with the stirrups, are you? Man, you're asking for this.
And what, might you ask, is in this fancy spray bottle? Why, it's this:
I wonder if he's gonna stick his dick in the place where these amoebas are hanging out - and yes, it gets a lot freakier than that.
Yes, he's injecting him with a slime, an amoebic slime that feeds on decaying tissue. As it happens, it's going to feed on the uterine lining being shed, and reproduce there as if it's its own baby that wants to be born.
BTW, only a transvaginal ultrasound can show the cervix. This must've been done with the wand, but the author was so vague in its use that I assumed it was just a normal ultrasound on the skin. In any case, this amoebic blob is now inside the cervix and uterus, where it will reproduce, and keep bulging out his stomach until he gives birth. Definitely not something this manly man was expecting, huh?
> Keep in mind that it won't impact your ability to get pregnant in either direction. I don't know what will happen if you do get pregnant, though
Imagine if Jayce impregnates him and this amoeba just eats the blastocyst/embryo/fetus. THAT would be a real body horror. No need for Plan B if Plan A stands for Alien Abortion.
> He's sure that he's horribly swollen, that his skin has been stretched beyond its measure
I guess this slime 'explodes' like a dead whale filled with air as it continues to grow from the uterine lining. This must be where the vore comes from.
> That's just making sure it doesn't get too big, which is a subjective statement
It really isn't. You told him you have to remove the daughter slimes before they get too big - that is objective, not subjective. Mind you, his only point of reference are mice, meaning this is the first human who's ever taking a slime up their snatch.
> It looks like he has a little more fat concentrated around his lower belly
You just wrote that the belt was 'tight' around it. Now it isn't. Can't even keep your BMI straight.
> It will really like you if you pet or play with it enough
Sing to your slime and it might give you a cervical orgasm! Ain't that something for the advertisers!
> An organism the size of his fist living in his uterus
With your Size 4 ring finger hands, that's not so bad. You could've had the doctor shove his fist up there, instead.
> If you do get pregnant while hosting the little guy I'd be willing to double your payment
Assuming it doesn't just absorb the embryo and turn it into something from Resident Evil.
> We can get it out when we remove the daughter slimes
Oh so size WILL be an issue. If it gets too big it might rupture and feed on his other organs. We can't have that, can we?
> I know they don't look like much but they're living creatures
Pro-life but for alien abominations, lmao.
> I think this one already likes you
You said that already.
Do you want to believe this will have 12 chapters? I hope you're ready for the XXX version of The Thing. Your uterus is the warmest place to hide.
When I finished this, this scene from "Slither" came to mind.
> Jayce didn't watch Viktor get fucked against his trailer, and Viktor didn't cum when he made eye contact
Knew it. It wasn't the fatass with greasy fingers who looked like a human Homer Simpson. No, it was watching the hunky 18-wheeler trucker whip out his 18 inch cock that did him in.
> Deep down, he still knows that Jayce had no right to lash out like he did
Watch his anger issues get conveniently written away as if that entire reaction wasn't irrational and out of the blue. Such a wonder why his wife left him. Do you think an 18-year-old prostitute is going to 'change his ways' and 'tame' him? Watch that exact scenario happen. It's not at all creepy that his new 'spouse' is only two years older than his teenage daughter.
> Viktor changed, too, deciding to wear a cropped shirt and some baggy jeans that are cut off just below his knees
> Thick banded underwear showing above the hem
Very masc. You look exactly like Limp Bizkit. Here's a visual guide:
> Blinking at how his hand is swallowed by the larger man's. He thought Jayce was big
He's just uwu so smol.
> Looking up through his eyelashes and tucking a strand of hair behind his ear
Very masc. Also, you fool no one with your 'sexy' appearance when you look like Justin Bieber with that getup. You're not a 'sumptuous siren', you look like a wigger.
> There's your three fingers, kid. Think you can take 'em?
"I can take the entire set of balls, old man - AND the pool stick."
> He turns a vibrant red at the innuendo that he's not even sure Jayce realizes he made
Oh I'm sure he realizes it, because he makes more of them as time goes on.
> Jayce seems like the type to be that way with anyone he cares about
I guarantee you he didn't act that way towards his wife. There's a reason she sought - and won - sole custody, and it isn't just because he refused to show up to court. He might act like the Latin Lover with suave and sex appeal, but he's got a nasty temper that'll lead this uwu prostitute being buried in a backyard somewhere.
> Feeling a dangerous flush move through his body at the way Jayce's voice curls around the words
Get it, because it's euphoric? He doesn't have to be reminded that he has a vagina and cuts himself when a man like that whispers sweet nothings in his ear.
> He bends over at the waist
All this drama about him pushing his ass into Jayce's crotch would be sexually appealing - if he had one. As it happens, he does not, no matter how many short skirts he wears that suspiciously resemble an underage teenage girl.
> Go on. Bend over for me
"It's not just the pool stick you feel against your ass, baby."
> He presses his hips back as he does so, which pushes his ass right up against Jayce
Again, this doesn't work because: A) you don't have an ass and B) your bunchy, loose wigger jeans are a great barrier to that Over the Road pecker.
> Your turn old man. Solids
"This solid is about to fuck the 'woman' back in 'wigger'."
> Proving you're good with your pole, big guy?
"It ain't as long but it can knock some balls into a tight hole."
> An endless charade of teases and innuendos just to try to mess the other up
They're doing this in a smoky, dimly lit, if not filthy, dive bar on the outskirts of Seattle that is visited by bikers and other criminals, because the bougie, pro-trans white folk all hang out in the inner city. You will never guess what happens in this setting.
> His body starts swaying in front of the jukebox, and he rests his cane against it to move his hands up his sides
The song? 'Angel' by Mezzanine. How do I know? For one, it's in the author's Spotify playlist for this fic, and two, that's the go-to 'Fuck Me' song. Unfortunately, this wannabe Basic Instinct strip tease fails because...wait for it...you're dressed like Limp Bizkit! You are twenty whole years out of fashion, looking more like you're hiding meth pipes in those jeans vs the 'tight hole' you're saving for this trucker. You don't even have the Haybale Ho getup, loser!
> Tries to do a sexy strip tease to a juke box in a filthy pool bar
> Wears a crop-top and wigger jeans with his underwear sticking out
> Decidedly unsexy to anyone and everyone in that bar
And wouldn't you know it, he not only gets clocked by a fat, greasy, snaggletoothed wannabe Aryan, but he gets called a GIRL in front of the man of his prostitute dreams. The absolute horror.
> Viktor hasn't been misgendered in months
> His clients are different, he doesn't imagine they care
You are cheap, easy pussy. I guarantee you they know you're a woman but don't want the baggage of a pooner breaking down crying vs sucking their dick. Bikers and men who seek the services of prostitutes in skeevy, dark parking lots aren't the type to nod along to your pronouns.
> He had almost forgotten what it felt like
But getting your snatch slammed by your Latin Lover is validating because it's a man that makes you wet, right? It really is that easy, lads.
> Lilting it in a way that hopefully gives the impression he's being forgiving and small
These kinds of admissions always speak volumes. Trans men want to be men, yet when it comes to fighting off actual men, they turn meek, quiet and submissive so they don't get a broken jaw. A transwoman would fight back and weaponize their sex appeal; they would never turn meek, quiet or submissive but would get the man to pay a pretty penny to go near their ass.
> He'd rather sound pathetic than voice the habitual aggression burning under his tongue and risk the man turning violent
Wow, it's almost as if you aren't an actual man and every other male knows it. You 'have' to sound pathetic or else male aggression would do you in, even when you are happy to act catty and sly in front of men you know won't beat you. This is VERY female-coded behaviour. You are not identifying out of that.
> Out in the open, showin' off that tight, sweet body of yours
He's wearing Justin Bieber wigger jeans. Are you really jacking it to a fucking skeleton, bud?
> It's well past bedtime for little girls
We have to have a casual misgendering scene because how else can we show that Jayce is pro trans and perfectly fine fucking 'man pussy'? Odd how misgendering is the red line but potentially being murdered by violent men is not.
> He hasn't dealt with men like this in a while - ones that swear he's underage, but still fuck him like it's taboo
A casual reminder that Viktor does indeed lean into this when he wears that makeup and specific clothing to make him look younger than he is. It's supposed to make him look older, but it doesn't. I guarantee you, IRL, if these truckers who are looking for a hot, virile young twink found a pussy instead, you'd get beat and THEN they'd fuck you. The narrative has decided that that kind of transphobia is off-limits, so you get this instead.
> Surrounded by a suffocating cloud of anger and boiling testosterone
Welcome to the world of men. Don't like it? Don't try to say that you're Just Like One and that your vagina is just a 'male organ'.
> You the bitch's dad or something?
This author does hang around the 'dadson' shippers, so this is not out of the blue. It's just projection.
> How much does she bring home to you? You make her pay the bills?
It's barely enough to buy a slushie and ramen at 7/11. Who knew that people don't want to fuck a prostitute who already looks methed out? The funny thing is, the biker's insults also hit close to him - Viktor is only two years older than Jayce's daughter. He's going to fuck someone he sees his daughter in. Gross.
> Jayce doesn't hear Viktor's scream
Was it a manly scream or a girly scream? This kid isn't even on T, btw, he can't even afford it LMAO. No wonder he's heading to Seattle, it's easier to get hormones over there.
So, Jayce gets not only a stool chucked against his person, but a bottle smashed across his face. He miraculously does not get a split scalp or glass shards in his face, but a minor cut on his cheek. You can tell this author has never been in a bar fight because glass bottles over the head lead you to the ER.
Oh, and the biker into teenagers being married? Yeah that fits.
> The hair on the back of his neck stands up with the utter hatred he feels directed his way
TFW identifying as a man doesn't protect you from actual male hatred.
> Spotting mostly superficial scratches and a single, deep bruise forming on the edge of his jaw
He took a whole-ass bottle to the head and ONLY came away from that? Oh yeah that's a plot convenience. We can't have the pooner called a woman and we can't have the hunky trucker loose teeth during a fist fight. It won't make the smut look good!
> I can take care of myself, you know
Having a man defend your honour because you went meek, silent and small at another man's rage is very masc. You couldn't even chuck a few pool balls at the guy? Lame. I guess the only balls you want are the ones attached to your Latin Lover.
> How do the fuck do you think I made it this far?
Luck. Cheap, easy pussy remember. You are lucky those men were in good moods or else you'd be chained to the back of their trucks.
>One day he was mad at the world and the next he was defending his honour
Because another man was infringing on his 'property'. That's it. This 'male feminist' has rage and temperament issues, go fucking figure, but it's OK because he's a hot Latino with a big dick.
> He supposes that they would be a match made in heaven in another life
Hopefully you're not two years older than his daughter.
> I hate how they treat you. I can't fuckin' stand it...as if you're a dirty piece of meat
He's a pooner prostitute. That is part of the job. Look at you acting like the male feminist who sees the prostitute's heart of gold.
> I don't know how to stop, Jayce. I need this...I wish things were different
It's not going to be any different in Seattle. You are just going to be fucking ANTIFA members vs greasy bikers. Maybe a few transwomen can get involved and you can proudly say you did a Doll, eh?
> I want to let you take care of me. I do. It's hard, but it feels good to rely on you
Very masc to have a male take care of you as if you're a kept woman.
> You have filled my life with so much fun and safety
Always about safety with these people.
> Jayce is beautiful
This only works because he's hot. If he looked like Clyde - greasy, big-bellied, stinking of beer and unwashed ass - this would be a horror story, not a smut. Basically, he's the dad every college student wants to fuck.
> Lets the aching, yearning feeling wash over him
They are going to get spicy even when he had a bottle smashed over his head and nearly got his teeth knocked out. Nothing gets you hornier than the thought of big ole stitches in your head and a few teeth yanked out.
> He counts the gaps between as if he wishes to slide his fingers through
Those big ole yaoi hands are more likely to rip it open, if you ask me. It'd be like snapping open a fortune cookie.
> Just barely brushing against the small swell of his breast
It's not misgendering when the guy is hot.
> Like he deserves to feel wanted as more than a nameless prostitute
He isn't just going to catch feelings - he's going to catch an STD.
They are having sex immediately after Jayce took a bottle to the head, with minimal injury. He's slamming that pussy like he didn't have a stool slammed against his body, either. Logic.
> Grips Viktor's hips with both of his large, warm hands
And then his thumbs met in the middle. Right?
> Jayce slides his cock inside of Viktor in one, devastatingly brutal thrust
He's making sure that this pussy will never get misgendered again.
> Feeling split in two by pleasure and pain
Cliche.
> Jayce's voice breaking in a moan when he draws himself out of Viktor before slamming back in
Not bad for a man who nearly had his jaw broken in a bar fight and has the stamina of a 40-year-old. A casual reminder that these age gaps only work when you are hot and have a big dick. If you look like Jerry Seinfeld, Sarah here doesn't want you. That's, like, totally gross!
> Viktor can feel Jayce's cock carving so deep inside of him that he can't think straight
Well you sure are acting straight, because penis-in-vagina straight is the straightest sex you can have *wink wink*
> The older man's girth stretching his cunt with a mind-numbing burn
At least that foreskin is clean, right? You don't have to worry about grease under that hood.
> Pounds directly against his cervix
We need to stop with this. You are not 'pounding' against that cervix. You are going to the hospital. ENOUGH.
> He needs to feel Jayce inside of him - all over him - for as long as he possibly can
You already are. He's 'pounding your cervix', remember?
> It's all so feral, desperate, agonizing
Making the Latino feral, biting that pure white moon skin, marking his territory? Wow, almost as if there's a racial fetish there. Did he bite his wife and that was why he didn't come to court?
> A flood of slick coating his thighs and Jayce's cock as he fucks Viktor through it
Who needs hydrogen peroxide when you've got a sterile snatch ready to power wash bacteria away? Find your very own pooner prostitute today!
> HE fucks him until all of the air is pushed from his lungs
That would've happened from him pounding your cervix. Just sayin'.
> His cum messy and thick
That tism jism already hitting hard. Watch this 18-year-old get pregnant.
> He never thought that sex could feel so good
What's that? You, a prostitute, never thought sex could feel so good unless it was with a man whose actions you consented to and are sexually aroused by? You don't fucking say. A prostitute turning to monogamy and pair bonding? You also don't fucking say.
> Jayce is now making anxiety fill the gaps the pleasure has left behind
Uh oh. We've got trouble in paradise. Don't worry, though, they'll have makeup sex and then go truckin' all across America again. Viktor doesn't need to be educated or seek a job of his own - he can just mooch off his sugar daddy like how all trans people dream of. How validating!
> His voice cracks from his residual crying
Time to man up. No point in crying and shedding tears when you get paid for sex. Chin up, lil twink. There'll be other sugar daddies. Maybe you'll end up on a yacht someday!
Soooo...is he gonna cut himself or is he just gonna spear himself on that stick shift? They need some makeup sex before this is over. We gotta make sure he never gets misgendered, strip teased while dressed like Limp Bizkit, or pimped out ever again!
The 'the vagina is just another asshole' fic, originally a one-shot, is now a multi-chaptered story. It will delve into internalized transphobia and the sadness over not having a real, flesh-and-blood manly penis.
> He couldn't afford to be distracted with such carnal, fantastical thoughts right now
He was proudly asexual until he met a sexy hunk, then those deep-seated desires raised their ugly heads and how he masturbates every morning and night to dreams of getting plowed into the mattress. Everyone's a prude till they meet their Adonis.
> Nobody knew that side of Viktor, how depraved and needy he could be as he stuffed both of his holes until he felt full
Oh, so he's shoving his first asshole and second asshole, eh? The front hole and back hole? Does he want both stuffed full of man meat that will simultaneously remind him he isn't a man whilst scratching that instinctual itch to be submissive and bred?
> Nobody even knew he was trans
As you'll come to find out, he's got some nasty zippertit scars with the dog ears, so it wouldn't be hard to notice if he had his shirt off.
> Spread a millimetre
So it barely spread.
> This is the man who's undoing you. His mind decided to remind him
You hated human touch until a 6'0, six inch (plus), six pack, six figures man walked into your life. How typical.
> Granted, it was already 8.50
It was eight dollars and fifty cents? Wow!
> He hadn't expected that the other man would somehow be just as passionate about science and progress as he was
He read his journal. He KNOWS he's passionate about science. What a dumb thing to say. If he wasn't passionate about science, he wouldn't be hoarding illegal materials, now would he?
> Had been rather rudely altered by Jayce
> His lonely but peaceful existence had now been completely invaded
'Invaded', you say? You don't like your homogeneous routine destroyed by some diverse ways of thinking? How curious.
> Viktor didn't hate it
It sounds like you sure did, asshole.
> Viktor always felt a mess next to him, in more ways than one
Does that include getting triggered that he has a penis and you don't? It's not that hard to write him having one, you know.
> Viktor had always been adverse to touch, though not by choice
And all it took was one hot Latino to bring it all down. White people don't season dey wet dreams.
> the grey
*The Grey
> He had never found himself in a place where he felt the need for a romantic relationship
I can't wait for the eventual smut and he just spirals because he doesn't have a dick. 'Fuck my front asshole' doesn't have the same draw as hitting it from the back, huh?
> Viktor had always known he was a cripple
He's allowed to call himself that. You? That's heckin' ableist.
> Knows his gender did not match his physical body at a young age
> Learns about transgender people from brothels (proto pornography/sex trafficking)
> Wants to get surgery and hormones in order to prevent puberty
> Even the back alley surgeons and corrupt drug dealers to give him, a prepubesecent child, puberty blockers
Wow, they've got more morals than Planned Parenthood, lmao.
> The surgery results were not perfect
> His breasts were small, yet he still gets ugly zippertit scars and dog ears, a side effect that only happens to women with large breast volume
> Binds said brutalized breasts insistently and repeatedly, causing rib and chest problems
> Does not think this will affect his overall health
Amazing. This is supposed to be a traumatic backstory dump and yet it ticks off every box of every trans man you have ever read. The nipples being left necrotic and numb? Just the cherry on top.
> The surgeon had left large, jagged scars where his breasts used to be, a little misshapen pocket of fat (of) leftover breast tissue
The scars are meant as an identity signifier; the larger they are, the more you declare your trans status. It's their version of Birkin bag.
> He already passed as male in most situations
> Still notices the curve of his bony hips and his small, cinched waist
Let me guess. It's so small that a certain pair of thumbs can meet in the middle.
> Spirals every time at the noticeable lack of a bulge in his pants
You got the zippertits and all you got was a lousy roid clit? Sad!
> A medically altered thing who was neither male nor female
Whoa, there! Who are you calling trans people things? Are you some kind of TERF?
> And so Viktor unknowingly assigned himself the role of the sexless, lonely, eccentric scientist
And all it took was for spiced cock to revert him to factory settings.
> Wanted to offer him a place at the academy as a student
Canonically, Heimerdinger, as a councilor, never went down to the Undercity. He only went down there after his expulsion. He took Viktor under his wing when the former snuck into the Academy. I assume this is some kind of an AU because that yordle simply did not give a shit about the Undercity during his tenure.
He's asking for testosterone injections because he's a broke-ass, LMAO. What ever happened to getting some from dealers in Zaun? You're an adult now. Or are Piltover hormones a better quality vs the bathtub shit you're getting?
> Unused to the feeling of foreign skin on his own
"Foreign." Sounds like your white ass needs some diversity, and you're about to get a bum rush of Mexican seed in that fertile white womb.
> He's even touched the back of his neck once
Just dudes being bros, dude.
> Viktor had always wondered how Jayce's hands might feel on other parts of his body: his waist, his thighs, his cock
You never 'always wondered' this. This was recent. The T is making you horny and you want a real, masculine, manly male penis in that 'front asshole' - when you aren't spiraling over the fact you don't have a penis yourself.
> His mind will quieten in time
When you try to sound poetic but you wrote 'the vagina is an asshole' so everything sounds retarded in comparison
> Oiling the machine
Oh I know whose machine is getting oiled HEYO
> A small, delicate thing
He's just uwu so smol.
This dialogue is missing periods. Would you believe that this is beta-read by the author's HUSBAND? What a lazy fuck.
> This is what he loved. What he always needed
Funny, you spent the first half of the chapter saying you didn't need it.
> This was something more profound, something electric that pulled at his atoms
And all it is is a mere masturbation fantasy because a hot guy made you wet. The 'profound' relationship is not translating through the page. You are just horny and want a real dick. That's it.
What could this personal question be, you ask? Something along the lines of 'Hey, do you like men?' Something along the penile persuasion? Place your bets now.
If you remember the movie 'Life', you'll recall the membranous organism in that film sucking its victims dry. A similar creature is used in this fic, albeit it's injected right into a uterus and feeds on the uterine lining. It also includes 'vore', though I'm not sure who's getting eaten.
> Has painful periods since he was young
Gosh, I wonder what the source could be?
> He's specialized in the development of gene therapies to reverse genetic disorders like his own
All that and I bet you he wishes he could be a Real Man vs Period Owner Man. Shedding the uterine lining every month is manly AF.
> I'm ok professor
It's either 'Okay' or 'OK'. You should know this by now.
> Are you experiencing menstrual discomfort today?
Wow, that's quite the conversation starter. He said it with the ease as one describes the weather.
> That's a hell of a thing for a man who raised you more than your father but is definitely not your dad to say
Hey, it's Singed. He's going to say it that way whether he's talking about your period or popping someone's skull off.
Our hunky Latino is our token Evil Scientist, and he's about to experiment with issues relating to the...feminine persuasion. If the dinky ER didn't give it away, his cheery, OOC attitude will.
> Is it ok that I'm currently menstruating?
*Okay
> It should be fine. I don't see any way that it would interfere
Just say that it wouldn't interfere.
> He doesn't see the point. This is a glorified gynecologist appointment
...yes? Because you sought relief for your painful menstrual cramps? And a gyno is a doctor qualified for those issues? You can't get mad at the service you demand, fam.
> Despite his displeasure at the slight bloatedness of his uterus
Oh it's gonna get worse from here on out, friends.
> A chair with stirrups with straps?
This man is a genius, mind you, yet has no self-awareness or instincts imaginable. Even when the 'doctor' tells him the chest straps are there to keep someone from 'falling off', he doesn't seem to ask or wonder why that would be - would the procedure be that painful to necessitate wriggling, for one - and just goes along with it, meek and demure, FTM style.
> Is that necessary?
> Maybe not, but it will put less strain on your back
Oh, that's reassuring. He's leaning into the 'tee hee mad scientist' thing a little too hard.
> He seems like his heart is in the right place
You still aren't asking about the chest straps with the stirrups, are you? Man, you're asking for this.
And what, might you ask, is in this fancy spray bottle? Why, it's this:
I wonder if he's gonna stick his dick in the place where these amoebas are hanging out - and yes, it gets a lot freakier than that.
Yes, he's injecting him with a slime, an amoebic slime that feeds on decaying tissue. As it happens, it's going to feed on the uterine lining being shed, and reproduce there as if it's its own baby that wants to be born.
BTW, only a transvaginal ultrasound can show the cervix. This must've been done with the wand, but the author was so vague in its use that I assumed it was just a normal ultrasound on the skin. In any case, this amoebic blob is now inside the cervix and uterus, where it will reproduce, and keep bulging out his stomach until he gives birth. Definitely not something this manly man was expecting, huh?
> Keep in mind that it won't impact your ability to get pregnant in either direction. I don't know what will happen if you do get pregnant, though
Imagine if Jayce impregnates him and this amoeba just eats the blastocyst/embryo/fetus. THAT would be a real body horror. No need for Plan B if Plan A stands for Alien Abortion.
> He's sure that he's horribly swollen, that his skin has been stretched beyond its measure
I guess this slime 'explodes' like a dead whale filled with air as it continues to grow from the uterine lining. This must be where the vore comes from.
> That's just making sure it doesn't get too big, which is a subjective statement
It really isn't. You told him you have to remove the daughter slimes before they get too big - that is objective, not subjective. Mind you, his only point of reference are mice, meaning this is the first human who's ever taking a slime up their snatch.
> It looks like he has a little more fat concentrated around his lower belly
You just wrote that the belt was 'tight' around it. Now it isn't. Can't even keep your BMI straight.
> It will really like you if you pet or play with it enough
Sing to your slime and it might give you a cervical orgasm! Ain't that something for the advertisers!
> An organism the size of his fist living in his uterus
With your Size 4 ring finger hands, that's not so bad. You could've had the doctor shove his fist up there, instead.
> If you do get pregnant while hosting the little guy I'd be willing to double your payment
Assuming it doesn't just absorb the embryo and turn it into something from Resident Evil.
> We can get it out when we remove the daughter slimes
Oh so size WILL be an issue. If it gets too big it might rupture and feed on his other organs. We can't have that, can we?
> I know they don't look like much but they're living creatures
Pro-life but for alien abominations, lmao.
> I think this one already likes you
You said that already.
Do you want to believe this will have 12 chapters? I hope you're ready for the XXX version of The Thing. Your uterus is the warmest place to hide.
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What I want to know is why is it ALWAYS the Arcane/LoL/Genshin Impact fans at the scene of the crime when it comes to the most reprehensible stories, be it in terms of content or prose? MHA fans are a close second.
What I want to know is why is it ALWAYS the Arcane/LoL/Genshin Impact fans at the scene of the crime when it comes to the most reprehensible stories, be it in terms of content or prose? MHA fans are a close second.
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The bougie bookstore fic is now completed. The lines for this chapter include:
- Was he simply designed to make him lose his mind and reduce to him a horny three pump chump?
- Five more weeks, baby. Five more weeks until I fuck you so good you won't be leaving this bed for a week
- Gonna knock every single item off your little list, baby. We'll start slow, with a blindfold. I'll tie your hands, too. Make you completely helpless and then tease you until you beg. Would you like that?
- Yeah, honey. I'm going to stretch this little ass until you can take me without batting an eye. I can't fucking wait.
That Medieval AU I reviewed ages ago has had another installment, this time with a baby on the way. What to do when your princely husband has to do princely duties that don't involve amorous relations? Twiddle your thumbs and consult a star chart, that's what.
> It was decided it was best for her to change into more 'ladylike' clothing
It's not lost on me how Vi, a butch lesbian, is asked - nay, required - to wear 'women's clothing', but Viktor, a woman, is treated like a man and allotted the privileges and responsibilities of a consort. Smells like double standards.
> He's not exactly Zaun's most handsome prospect
This is all over a wedding to a man he's already de-facto married to. We already went through the 'It won't fit' 'I'll make it fit' arc, why do we need this one?
Juicy Fruit is not a substitute for breakfast. Also, in this Medieval AU, they are apparently OK with trans men being 'men', but Vi dressing like a man is off-limits. Make it make sense.
As this is six months prior, it is safe to say this pregnancy went the way of the dodo: flushed out and done in by its refusal to adapt. Chugging that mead sure did help, eh? There is a tag for 'miscarriage', which means that a chunk of the story will focus on it.
> Hurts his leg more than he'll admit
He has a warped spine, hip and leg, but he's 100% cleared for pregnancy. There will be no health effects from this whatsoever. Pregnancy is the only thing his broken body can do.
> He's the husband of the crown prince but in order to be a prince in his own right, he needs the mages and priests to acknowledge him
So basically he's Camilla. He cannot be a prince, only a consort, and he can only be given permission to have that title - in name only - by a higher religious authority. Naturally, the entire thing goes off with a hitch because we can't have their version of the Pope go, 'Nah, bro, that's a whole-ass woman' and reject the relationship, now can we?
> He could be a regent, assuming he successfully provides the family with a child
> A sentence later admits he wouldn't be regent as he would not be in line for the throne
Nice. Looks like your only worth in life is popping out babies, eh?
> Thankfully, most other people want the pleasure of being taking near him, rather than with him
Wow you really ARE Camilla. No one likes you or sees you as actual royalty, but tolerate you because you might pop out an heir. Fun!
> Have you spoken to your fathers about her yet?
So is lesbianism accepted in this world, or are trans men the only ones tolerated because they still have the potential to give birth? It'll be a helluva self-own if this is shown to be the case. That's exactly what happened in the Bridgerton AU, and remains its biggest plot hole.
> But if they know you're in love
So he's upset that people find out he's in a happy marriage, even though he's been married for half a year, and is expecting (for now) the vaunted child everyone wants? Look at that Taylor Swift characterization. He can't be loved, not this black swan! He's happy being the friend and the pregnable front hole. What's not to like?
> It's the only thing he keeps on himself, the only thing he feels properly deserving of wearing
Unless it's a pearl necklace HEYO
> Today was about him - it was to celebrate Viktor
...was it? It sure didn't feel like it. No one wants to accept you as consort, lmao
> Supplies himself with the easiest excuse when he feels the hot prickling of tears in his eyes
It's not your usual 'pooner runs to the bathroom to cry' moment, but it's close enough. They're always crying and getting upset when their beau doesn't come to sexually sedate them every waking minute. Have some self-respect.
Oh no! Trans Camilla got knocked out! Gosh, I wonder what the next installment will include. This is the shortest chapter; the author says there will be longer ones after this, culminating at five chapters or so. Hope our mini mead is doing alright in that incubator!
The second chapter of that 'Life' vore fic has been posted. Our lil dood isn't doing so well with our lil lifeform growing inside him. Where's Macready when you need him?
> He doesn't really like to take allergy medicine. It makes him drowsy and gives him nightmares
Damn, he must be chugging that Benadryl. I'm surprised he hasn't given himself a heart attack yet.
> Lad approved clothing
> Dark jeans and a long-sleeved sweater
Those aren't lab-approved clothing. Long-sleeved clothing can get stuck in equipment. You don't have any PPE?
Uh oh. We're starting to bloat. Our tiny lifeform is beginning to grow.
> He pulls the plastic from a pad that promises 10 hours leak free
> He has no idea how the companies got that number
It means that it'll hold the liquid for up to 10 hours without breaking through the fabric, not that you should wear it for 10 hours. You should change it every time you use the bathroom.
> A tiny bulge pressed against the zipper
It's like a reverse Ozempic: instead of making him lose weight, he's gaining it thanks to his little one. You have to love how this always happens to the FTM, and not the transwomen who always talk about wanting to be pregnant.
> It's mostly cream, syrup, and fruit, there's very little actual coffee
I can't imagine what this man's teeth must look like. I'm a sugar friend myself, but the amount of sugar they put in those coffees is more than a week's worth of it. Just make your own smoothies at this point.
> Dysphoria makes it much worse than it should be
Menstruating gives you dysphoria, but the transvaginal wand and the slime stuck up your uterus didn't? Yeah OK.
> Heimerdinger's lab is nicer than Dr. Reveck's, but not as well-funded
He's the head of the university. It should absolutely be well-funded.
> He ran out of his prescribed supplements and hadn't been paid
Sounds like you need to report your employer since you're working for free, but don't have the same standing as a man does to stand up for yourself, so you get taken for a ride. Poor dood.
> He kept having dizzy spells from iron deficiency
I cannot imagine that the testosterone makes things better. That reminds me: is he even on it? If so, how would that affect the slime? Would it leech off the hormones and grow like a mini Schwarzenegger, or no?
> May increase yield of certain DNA-related formation of red blood cells
There. I tried to fix it. That said, if your centrifuge is making 'scary noises', you are going to have an incident like the one in 'Outbreak' where you'll case a biohazardous incident. No one is being smart here.
> An international team has developed a soap that can be emulsified into a foam that removes microscopic acids above a certain pH
I bet you this soap is what's gonna save the day. He has to slip it up there like that transvaginal wand and clean everything out.
> It's like his uterus is throbbing, a squeezing coming from inside of him, like being sucked on from the inside
That's exactly what's happening: the slime is feeding on his uterine walls. I thought that was already established?
> Terrified that he's somehow pregnant without realizing it
You are. You are hosting an entity in your uterus and will for several months until the slime 'splits' and the daughter cells have to be removed. You're pregnant, just not with a fetus.
> He's not ready to be a single father
The funny thing is, this escapade with the slime only pushes him farther away from his desired male imagine and back to a female one; it gives him wider hips and more female-typical adipose fat. This slime is a disgusting TERF.
> In hindsight he thinks that may not have been the slime's fault, but the shock of something sucking on his uterine wall
...the thing sucking on your uterine wall is the slime. It's literally the slime's fault.
> Why would his hips get wider?
Uh oh. The slime is making him look more 'cis' than androgynous. Can't it understand he doesn't want to be clocked?
> As much as they love for their owner to poke at and pet them
Something tells me they don't actually like that. If I start playing Nicki Minaj or Bad Bunny on repeat, will it self-abort from the cringe?
> Their organelles float freely inside their membranes
They already do that. Nucleus and mitochondria are part of an organelle's membrane structures. They 'move' with the cell because they direct it.
> Some ways to bond with your slime include going for runs or taking warm baths
If I go on a bumper car excursion, would my slime be happy? Or a mosh pit? Coachella? I think the E. coli there would be quick the obstacle.
> He's come to a truce of sorts with the loathsome little pest that's taken residence inside his womb
Ah, so it IS a pregnancy of sorts. Good to know.
> Hasn't had any consistent side effects nor any change in the measurements of his hips
Odd. Just a few sentences ago, there WERE changes in his hips, and a major side effect was cramping and vomiting. Those aren't things you should brush off.
> When the creature bursts through his stomach, or forces him to lay its eggs
It appears to be viviparous, meaning it gives birth to live young, like that of a shark. In the business we call this 'foreshadowing'.
> A bit flaccid, just a weight on his womb
'Flaccid' is not the word I'd use, because it doesn't have a solid physical form. 'Squishy' does the job well enough.
> It didn't even really stretch him, just expanded into space he already had
Get ready for this next scene. It's a doozy.
> They accept it, as they would any other RNA
So they are working on a retrovirus that can cure genetic disease, is that right? G-virus territory. As it so happens, the slime reacts negatively to this virus as if it can sense a threat. The following scene is a look into the vore AND inflation fetish you might remember from the early days of DeviantArt.
Play some Michael Jackson. Then it'll go 'HE HEE' when it's upset.
> The throbbing inside him is so powerful that each feels like a painless cramp
That's a contradiction if I've ever seen one.
> Feels his womb swell, the crotch of his jeans pushed forward by the growing bump
Wow, it really IS like that scene out of Slither. 'Oh, I'm so hungry. I didn't know someone could be so hungry.'
> The slime rumbles loud enough to be heard once more as it swells, starting to fill out the rest of the space in his pants
If you are wondering why the reaction to this is so muted, it isn't gaslighting. It's just your average nightmare - for now.
> Obsteperously
You KNOW she sought out the thesaurus for that one. It means, 'noisily and stubbornly defiant'.
> Oh God he looks at least five months pregnant
When I first read this, my first reaction was, 'how come no one is freaking out about this?' then it hit me.
> He nearly chokes around his cry as his belly pushes his pants down his thighs and his shirt up, spilling out over his legs. The fabric of his underwear splits
Normally, under this kind of obstetric horror, you'd shout, 'WINDOWS, BLAST HIM!' instead of saying it's a blessing and how he'd make a 'great mom'. Funny how calling him a 'mom' didn't set him off, but it was a clue that this was a nightmare. He'd start getting upset and the slime would start hurling racial slurs if that happened in real life.
I told you: it's just like that scene out of 'Slither', albeit you aren't getting zombie slugs. Just a big slime like it's something from the T-type Nemesis.
> Is a trans man possibly on testosterone
> Has painful period cramps, gets a foreign entity shoved up their uterus to fix it
> They also are on heart medication
> None of this was considered before pregnancy
Logic. If the hospital bills don't kill you, that surely will.
One really has to ask why someone with heart issues prioritizes 'gender affirming medicine' first - let alone that it's going to be the cause of said heart issues - but muh dysphoria is the worst thing to happen to these people so it has to be taken care of. Your ticker doesn't matter if you're just gonna hang from the ceiling.
Almost a thousand bucks, nice. Unfortunately, the slime takes that moment to start getting TERFy, and makes our androgynous simpleton here get a baby bump. The horror.
> Why does the slime feel bigger?
It's giving you those child-birthing hips. I told you it was a TERF. Look at it clocking you in public!
> If someone is touching him there at a grocery store, he has a completely different problem
Yeah, because they'd be a heckin' transphobe and get jumped. We can tolerate slimes going up our uterus, leading to dreams where it inflates and explodes the user, but we will NOT tolerate random people asking if a trans man is pregnant. That is crossing a line.
> Wanders into the feminine products out of habit
Notice she still calls it 'feminine' and not a gender neutral term.
> Three pregnancy tests into the cart
But I thought you weren't pregnant?
Wow, what a heckin' transphobic cashier. Why are they hired in a pro-disabled, pro-LGBT pharmacy? Get them the fuck outta here!
> Is the swelling something that occurs in lab rats but not humans?
Odd how the uterine pain and cramping was never written down, almost as if the FTM is trying to dismiss their pain in favour of a male scientist. BTW, he never did test for these things in humans; Viktor is Jayce's first human experiment so everything that goes is brand spanking new for his trial. He wants to help people, see - and the only test subjects he used, curiously, were all female.
Yeah, and it's also giving him nightmares where he fills up like a balloon and bursts, the slime spilling force like it's the last stage of the Nemesis preparing to kill Jill Valentine. My (wo)man has a G-embryo inside them.
> How many people were held back from changing the world in their own ways by pain that isn't limited to once a month
'People'. You mean women. Uterus owners. Because none of those test subjects were men and you not shoving slimes up their anuses. It's female test subjects and female rats that had the slime put inside them. Usually, when we talk about medical misogyny, it's about women not being considered for medical trials, not them being exclusively used to gestate an entity no one actually understands. Maybe if this evil scientists hosting it up his ass and also was tagged for Mpreg I'd believe it. For now, it's going to be a 'slow burn' with the slime a 'necessary evil'. Which is to say, this will go on for a long time before that vore nightmare becomes a smut plot point.
- Was he simply designed to make him lose his mind and reduce to him a horny three pump chump?
- Five more weeks, baby. Five more weeks until I fuck you so good you won't be leaving this bed for a week
- Gonna knock every single item off your little list, baby. We'll start slow, with a blindfold. I'll tie your hands, too. Make you completely helpless and then tease you until you beg. Would you like that?
- Yeah, honey. I'm going to stretch this little ass until you can take me without batting an eye. I can't fucking wait.
Jayce undergoes preparations for his surgery while Viktor sputters and cries over not telling him he loves him. After their amorous encounter that featured his uwu tiny waist getting wrapped around by those gigantic yaoi hands, this emotional wreck cannot seem to part with his third-leg down hunk for a day. He spirals, revealing himself to be a deeply anxious man (no shit), obsessively worrying about things like whether his parents will return home from work (they playfully call him silly for these worries until the day they actually do perish), to wondering whether he'll make new friends at school who will admire his boat-making skills, to preparing how to talk to people in front of the mirror before getting his ass beat in the alleys behind said school. It goes from this to wondering if he'd be accepted as a fellow scientist or treated as a broke-ass nigga, with his second-hand clothes and tattered book bag that he couldn't even get off Vintage. The final spiral involves him finally finding love, bringing up his white boy ex, and wondering if he can ever start over. It really sucks to be an autistic pooner living in a man's world, huh?
It appears that none of the positivity and mindful thinking he does can calm his errant, anxious thoughts, let alone the ones worrying whether Jayce will make it out alive or not. He studies on the science behind amputation, and while he knows all about the after - the healing, the nerve damage, the creative process behind prosthetics - he didn't think about the Before, and all the preparation that ensues. He now worries about him bleeding out, or developing an infection, or never waking up after anesthesia, the usual. You would think someone who has been in the hospital himself for spinal surgery would understand the risks and tribulations, but no. He's too worried about losing Jayce and fretting over the fact he never told him he loved him. He thinks that if he dies, he'll lose all his chances at finding love again; that it would end in disaster like it would with Dmitri. Despite knowing that Jayce has a wonderful, accomplished surgeon, he still can't stop thinking of the What Ifs, and spirals on and on like a broken record.
He continues to spiral even in the hospital waiting room, repeating this mantra to himself even as he gazes at white walls and huffs disinfectant, until a mysterious woman touches his hand and he nearly screams. Not to worry, this woman is none other than Ximena, who promptly says that Viktor is 'the most beautiful man (Jayce) had ever met', even when this fucker compares himself endlessly to normal women and thinks he's 'stick-thin' while wearing ugly-ass parachute pants, but that's neither here nor there. He sputters at the compliments and Ximena is quick to say he's humble, too, before asking if he's nervous over Jayce's operation. He says yes, and Ximena reassures him that Jayce has 'something to wake up to'. She then asks if he has eaten anything, and he says no, he was too nervous. She informs him that the surgery will take two hours, so they should heat to the cafeteria for food and a chat. They head off, both of them eager to learn about the other.
During their talk - all light-hearted and fun, a collection of nostalgia - Viktor finds out that Jayce did indeed have a rock collection, and was mocked by his schoolmates for having one. Viktor, inwardly, does not believe this, before it's written a sentence later that he has 'difficult emotions': refusing to let people in for fear of losing him due to said emotions. Ximena says he was too 'excited' and 'wired', which is to say: obsessive and autistic. Viktor says he is like an 'untrained puppy' - a common derogative term because Jayviks love calling him a dog for some reason - and Ximena says that the accident 'subdued his fire' for the past six months. Him being with Viktor revived that fire, causing him to be excited for the first time in months. Viktor, surprised at this statement, says, 'He called you?' and Ximena replies yes, he shares everything important with her. He yapped her ear off about Viktor at the airport; this tidbit floors Viktor, who is still surprised that someone could be that enamoured with him. Ximena says she is happy Viktor is in her son's life, as he is a person who showed him he is 'easy to love' after all. Mind you, they had a major fallout because Jayce could not text him for a week and ghosted him over Instagram, LMAO
After they have their chit-chat, Caitlyn arrives, smirking and all-knowing, saying that Viktor really is 'Jayce's type', which is 'all skinny and pretty' (what she neglects to say, but what the author wrote, is that 'skinny' here is 'stick-thin'). Viktor, ignoring this comment, shakes hands with her, and she says that he is 'not fun to torment'. He is later saved by Mel, who is not treated like shit for once, who embraces him and thanks him for being there. Unlike other fics where he is instantly jealous of her, he warms to her better than he does Caitlyn, and is reassured that Jayce will be okay in the end.
Later, when the surgeon informs them that Jayce's surgery went well, Viktor goes to the bathroom, cries (as all pooners do), and has an anxiety attack in relief. He initially vowed to himself that he wouldn't cry until he got home, but the pressure was too much so he ran to the bathroom and cried like he just finished Schindler's List vs crying openly like a man breaking gender boundaries. Mel, who enters the men's bathroom (must be a slow day), comforts him, telling him that Jayce, while high on anesthesia, is awake and ready to see his 'sunshine'. She pats him on the shoulder, says she is glad Jayce has him, and leaves him be, a little warmth simmering in that anxious heart of his. When he looks in the mirror, it's obvious he has been crying; he calls himself a 'tired ghost' who has fallen into a pit of despair that leaves him wondering what Jayce sees in him. Much like the selfie where he compared himself to healthy, normal women, he thinks he's inadequate and wrong, like an alien inhabiting the wrong body. Instead of feeling happy his beau has made it through his surgery, he gets triggered by his own reflection. No wonder trans people hate mirrors - well, trans men at least.
When he makes his way to Jayce's room, Jayce is high as a kite, calling out his name sing-song style and asking if his mom has seen him, 'the most beautiful man (he's) ever met'. Ximena agrees, tells Viktor he has half an hour left of visiting hours, and kisses Jayce's forehead in a motherly fashion, and then hugs Viktor before she leaves. Jayce says it's unfair because he wants a hug, leading Ximena to say, if not a bit cheekily, that Viktor will give him one. When she finally leaves, Viktor notes his state: his amputated leg is suspended in the air and wrapped in gauze, but everything else appears fine, high-as-a-kite-lover boy notwithstanding. Jayce immediately notes that Viktor has been crying, to which he replies that he was worried for him. He starts crying again when he tells Jayce he loves him, and we find out that this entire affair has taken six weeks. The drama over the Instagram shit only took ONE week, mind you. Anyways, Jayce says he was waiting for him to do it, and tells him that he loves him as well, leading to a back-and-forth about how lucky they are to have one another in their lives. Everything is going to be fine.
Jayce later wakes, notably less high and more focused this time, and rather than spiral over his missing leg, he is glad that the enduring pain is gone. He does cry a bit, though not from pain; it's from loneliness, both physically and mentally, on how he no longer has to dwell on the path that gave him so much trouble. He feels some phantom leg syndrome; despite being warned by every therapist and doctor that this procedure cannot be reversed, he feels like a part of his soul had gone with his leg; that the pieces he had left don't fit together anymore. He then also begins to spiral, and decides to call Viktor. It's only 8 p.m., not too late in the evening, and Viktor picks up after three rings. He asks how Jayce is feeling; he responds 'Strange. A bit sad'. Viktor replies that that is understandable, later asking if he is in pain. Jayce says yes, but it isn't as bad as before, and Viktor follows up with the 'everything you feel is valid' pep talk; that it's okay to miss the leg that gave him trouble and whatnot. Jayce replies that it isn't unhappy per se, but that it is a lot to go through. While Viktor congratulates him on being brave for undergoing this fear, our dog-man feels weak, insignificant and ungrateful for the gift he was given. Still, he accepts Viktor's words at face value. He wipes away tears, saying he wishes Viktor were here. Viktor agrees, telling him that he will be there tomorrow during visiting hours, and the day after, and the day after that. Jayce tells him that he doesn't want him to miss work before Viktor cuts him off, telling him not to make him angry and that he'll be there because he wants to be.
Jayce harkens back to their afternoon meeting with ensuing 'I-love-yous' and remarks that it wasn't a dream, after all. He jokingly says, 'I can't believe you beat me to it', before Viktor says 'I did not. I took it back'. Overwhelmed with relief and love, he tells Viktor not to ever 'take it back' making him promise on it. Jayce asks Viktor if he can talk him to sleep, and he does. Later, when Jayce is out and about walking with his crutches, Viktor proposes an idea: it would not be good for Jayce to return to his apartment, due to the long ride and inaccessibility of his complex, so why doesn't he move in temporarily with him? Of course, he doesn't ask this outright. He stutters, almost has another anxiety attack and has to be told to calm down by Jayce before he asks this question outright. Jayce asks if it will be permanent, and Viktor replies 'however permanent you want', before sputtering AGAIN when Jayce asks if it's about convenience, too. When he's done blushing and gathers his thoughts, he says that neither of them are young and he wants to live with him. He doesn't want to be far from him, see, so the 'convenience' thing was only an excuse. Jayce is ecstatic, but also scared he's half-dreaming at the proposal; Viktor later confirms that he wants to build a life with him and that spending time together would be easier than living apart. Cutting through his jokey mood, Jayce happily agrees, kissing his forehead while thinking the invitation is the 'hottest thing he's ever heard'. He says he's 'always wanted a hot roommate' - which is really pushing it, if you ask me - and says he's going feral at the whole concept of living with Viktor. Viktor tells him to behave, as they will have all the time to act feral at home.
Later, Jayce is reading through the Hollywood script of his book, 'Winter Night', and is rather surprised that a newbie director is trying to stay loyal to the source material, leaving only a few comments and suggestions rather than rip the entire thing up. While his leg is healing nicely, his back is giving him issues - he can now experience what it's like to get your back blown out - but none of that matters when he's living the dream with Viktor. Whenever he spirals or has phantom limb syndrome or gory dreams, his anorexic waifu is there, giving him emotional support, batting his eyelashes and using his ASMR voice to sing him back to sleep. Instead of morning texts, he just kisses him awake; instead of Instagram comments, he can just make them to him in the kitchen. While lounging in bed together, Viktor releases a 'long-suffering' sigh, before announcing that he has to have another Talk with Jayce, as recommended by his therapist. Jayce asks if he's done something wrong, and Viktor says that he has not, and it takes them for-fucking-ever to get to the point. So what is the subject?
Sex. Because of course it is. Now that he's found a partner he trusts, he wonders if he can take more control during sex when before it was all about him pleasing his male partners - funny how that is the default position for FTMs - and he wants to explore himself and his wants sexually. His voice even gets 'high-pitched and worried' as if this is going to offend our male feminist. Jayce, ever the non-judgemental guy, is happy to indulge in whatever Viktor wants to explore. What are some of the things Viktor wants to try out? Anal, of course. He also wants to try BDSM, with edging and spanking included. Our peg-leg pirate over here, naturally, won't have anything done to him - it's all for the pooner who wants to get their schooner hit with the biggest cannon ball imaginable. Jayce, initially, goes blank at the word 'anal', trying to string together the brand new list of fetishes his uwu tiny waist waifu just proposed to him. Viktor assures him that he doesn't have to do any of that - they're just suggestions, after all - before Jayce comforts him, saying that he totally gets where he's coming from, his mind is just going into overdrive from the things Viktor wants. Viktor, jumping on this, goes, 'So you want to try it with me?', all doe-eyed (no, really), happy that Jayce is willing to ruin him. Jayce is happy to oblige, saying it's 'never too late to explore things'. Viktor, referencing his therapist, is overjoyed, but there is one thing he won't tolerate - degradation. You can pound that backdoor with that peg leg, but don't you dare call him names. "Auschwitz Anne Frank" might be a bridge too far, fam.
They go back-and-forth on this, with Jayce jumping on the implications that Viktor does not like name-calling thanks to Dmitri, before Viktor cuts him off, saying he doesn't want to talk about that. He then asks Jayce if he has any red lines, and he says no (of course, anal play is off-limits for him, the 100% gay man he is). They'll find their red lines together. How romantic. Their discussion ended, they pivot into a new one: Jayce says he's glad that went easier than expected, and Viktor says he hoped he didn't come off as a prude; every time he tried to bring up his kinks, the reception wasn't warm and people looked at him weirdly. One must ask why trans men have such difficulties bringing up their sexual prowess and kinks in the bedroom when this issue does not exist with trans women. Jayce thanks him for telling him his feelings, and they have this little conversation:
> When I can't even suck you off properly
In the business we call this foreshadowing.
> Which meant that sex was entirely off the table for them
The doctors said nothing about chugging back that peg leg!
> Thank you for making me feel safe
Always about safety with these pooners.
> Heated, milky skin
We know he's white, thanks.
> I want you in my mouth. In my throat. Please
He wants to please his man. A shame he can't deepthroat his third-leg-down boyfriend.
> His fingers wrapped deftly around the base
You once wrote his cock was so thick his fingers couldn't wrap around the base. Now they can. What happened? Did you forget his dick measurements?
> Your cock is perfect
Well at least something wasn't cut off at the knees.
> Viktor licked the tip over and over again, like a giant lollipop
Never getting over how even the head of that colossal man meat is still bigger than his roid clit, lmao
> He breathed hard through his nose as he took inch after inch of Jayce's length until his nose hit his pubic hair
> He learned this from deepthroating his ex
Huh, guess Dmitri, despite his faults, did have a BWC. You wouldn't choke on a 5 incher.
> Wished their positions were different so that he could see himself filling Viktor's throat
He's so thin that he would be able to see his penis moving in his throat. That's the most meat he's had in his body since puberty.
> So he could wrap his arms around Viktor's neck and squeeze himself through it
Your arms, or your hands? Because wrapping your arms around his neck means you've got him in a chokehold. You're not 'touching' your dick, you're knocking his ass out.
> Hating that Viktor learned this from his ex
What, did you want him to be a virgin? He was loyal to his ex boyfriend and that BWC. Be thankful he can do that to yours without choking.
> I want you to fuck my throat
> How was he real?
Wow, you found a submissive, tiny, skinny, uwu wannabe tradwife whose throat is open and ready like the tunnel connecting England to Calais, who's always ready to pleasure and service their penis-owning partner? Amazing, it's almost like you don't have to do anything!
> Wasting no time, Jayce did it again, angling Viktor's head so he could bottom out inside his tight throat
Yeah, can you imagine that penis bending at a 45 degree angle? Fun! It'll be cracking like that peg leg.
> Pushing himself as deep into Viktor's throat as he could
So can he see himself moving inside that milky, pale swan neck or is that impossible because our lil waifu is on his belly?
> The fit was so tight Jayce could barely believe it
The front hole might be loose, but the top hole sure isn't
> Was Viktor simply designed to make him lose his mind and reduce to him a horny three pump chump?
This is a real line. I guess Dmitri was good for one thing: teach a trans man how to give a real man good head.
> You were made for this, V
One of the most overused lines in this fandom, on top of 'his waist was so small his thumbs met in the middle'. It's almost as if you have complementary genitalia.
> I know, baby. I know it's big. You're doing so well
Me when a new game is struggling to download on my console:
> He painted the insides of his throat with streak after streak of sticky cum
Not bad for a 40-year-old man. Maybe he should've send a few pics of that instead of ghosting him over Instagram and this entire drama could've been solved in five minutes.
> Viktor's face was streaked with tears, drool, and snot, a messy spectacle that made him even prettier to Jayce
If snot is pouring out of your nose from deepthroating, it means your male partner didn't let you up for air. He looks like the news lady from 'Scary Movie' with the snot bubble coming out of her nose.
> Sputtered and coughed
I hope that 40-year-old jizz was worth it, homie. It's as bubbly as that snot.
> You weigh nothing
Correct. You have to tie him down outside or else he'll blow away like a kite. Forget Bubble Boy: here's Hot Air Balloon Man, going where no human has gone before. Get that on the book stands, stat.
> He couldn't run or lift or do many of the things he loved. At least not yet
No, but you can dump entire loads into your tiny, moon-skinned waifu who doesn't do anything but sell books all day.
> Wished he could flip them over and fuck Viktor into the mattress
AKA the single most popular fantasy in these hetslo-under-another-label works. In any case, at least our bougie bookstore can say he was fucked by an amputee, lmao.
> Pert butt cheeks in his palms
He doesn't have 'pert butt cheeks'. He was pounding bone last chapter, remember?
> Nngh, yes
Stop talking like Joe Biden.
> Five more weeks until I fuck you so good you won't be leaving the bed for a week
Hope you're willing to pay his business's lost profit, peg leg.
> Gonna knock every single item off your little list, baby
"Gonna fuck that ass so loose I can shove my prosthetic inside it. Goatse's got nothing on me."
And would you look at that, he's already aiming for anal play.
> I'm going to stretch this little ass until you can take me without batting an eye. I can't fucking wait
What did I just say? I made a Goatse reference and here this man goes talking about stretching that ass. I'm so clairvoyant.
Convenient Mel and Elora are together when people don't even ship them at all, lmao. It is what it is; it's better than having her be the object of hatred and jealousy from an angry white pooner.
> Five months into knowing Jayce
A good chunk of that was spent crying over being ghosted on Instagram. I'm not letting that go, btw.
> He'd been inside of Viktor less than an hour ago, and yet Viktor still craved more. It was like he had a bottomless pit inside of him
Technically he does: it's that asshole you have yet to fill. If there isn't an anal sex scene in this, wait for a one-shot spinoff to include it.
> Asks if he would be open to getting married again
> Brought up marriage on the first date, which involved Viktor talking more about his ex than marrying him
> Made a vow of never marrying again after getting fucked over by a heckin' transphobe
> Reneged on that vow because of good sex and a man who has a third leg and a peg leg
Every time. Want to make an FTM break a promise? Fuck 'em good. They'll come (hehe) to your side immediately.
> How would Viktor ever say no to wearing his ring on his finger?
If you post about it on Instagram first, he might just call the whole thing off. Their dramatic 'breakup' all happened because he didn't send him a DM, remember.
If you didn't catch this at the end, you'd totally forget that Viktor was ever a scientist. Only a few mentions have been made - thanks to the Dmitri trauma dumping - that he was ever a scientist and not a basic, once-broke bookstore owner. You also have to admire that the use of AI-based dermal implants are fine, acceptable and beneficial for disabled people provided Elon Musk isn't the one implanting it.
> He was ravenous now, thinking of what he could make for lunch
I was going to say, 'Oh there's something ELSE he can eat for lunch' until we find our dear waifu crying again over Instagram posts. Of course, the pics involving his white, stick-thin knees and oversized t-shirts aren't the problem. For someone who's been living 'as a man' for decades - only to be invalidated by a basic cissy man who didn't love him - he sure hasn't acted like one once. Who the fuck cries over Instagram posts?
> Jayce's shirt swallowed his slight frame deliciously
Not when you have a frame that makes the pro-ana gals on tumblr look healthy. He literally looks like a stick hidden in a trash bag.
> So everyone could see how pretty his partner looked out of bed
And all they see is someone with no ass, no thighs, a bad dye job, creepily large eyes, and a big ole Tarzan bush. He's a labubu in human form.
Yes, this is what he's crying about: all those years lost with a cissy man who never validated him or made him feel safe, even when they were research partners. This Instagram photo, much like the one that caused him to spiral (the one with the ordinary women in dresses while he was in shitty makeup and parachute pants), reminds him that he's 'broken', so now Jayce has to play it out like it's a Sonata Arctica song and tell him that no, he isn't broken, and he isn't offering any broken parts at all! Just look at that oral and anal action! He loves the fact his boyfriend's stick-thin, disabled body needs a wheelchair and how he gets so insecure over IG photos that he exploded over a WEEK of not replying! It's an inseparable part of who he is. There's beauty in imperfections, even if it makes you look like a BPD bitch.
> Do you think the same of me? Would you have preferred to know me when I was whole?
Probably not, but the dick action would convert him. He'll accept asshole boyfriends provided they're good at sex. That's the way she blows, boys.
> It fucking sucks, but it's also not the end of the world
Indeed. We need to see if that ass can get so loose he can slip his dick AND his prosthetic into it.
> I can't have you saying things like that and making yourself sick crying about them
Again, this manly man 100% Just Like the Guys is crying over Instagram photos. You'd think he saw his cat getting butchered, or something.
> The only reason I regret not meeting you sooner is that we could've had so much more time together
Know how that could've happened? Shooting him a DM. Sometimes shooting your shot could've let your shoots hitting those holes earlier.
> If I could relive my life, I would choose to go through it all again if it meant I'd get to meet you
You're having this speech when you blew up at him when he didn't respond to you over Instagram FOR OVER A WEEK. Holy fuck are these people pathetic.
> I'm sorry about the photo. I should have checked with you before posting it
He's lucky he's not on that side of Instagram where people are posting memes in the comments where he looks like a stick bug or making Auschwitz jokes. You KNOW that would do this whiny bitch in.
> I think it would have made me happy in normal circumstances
If you are crying over IG photos, it is not the platform for you. Do NOT go onto the reels section, else you'll have a legion of Zoomers giving you an actual reason to cry.
> But can I keep posting you? I want to show you off. And make him suffer, a bit
I am sure Dmitri was hoping for an Adriana Lima, and all he got was a skinnier Ariana Grande. What a downgrade.
> Something sweet, with zero protein, preferably
Legit thought this was sexual innuendo but no, he actually wants something sweet to eat.
> Some days, he had the urge to weep as soon as he got dressed and saw the chair in the hallway
You know, throughout this entire fic, there really isn't much of an exploration into Viktor's deteriorating health. It's all been focused on Jayce. The only titular event from his POV was the Instagram breakdown. We do know that his health was declining, but the jump from cane, brace and then wheelchair is a last-minute decision. You would think - as the author later admits - that something plucked right from personal experience would feature prominently in a character arc, but no. He instead gets jealous and insecure over able-bodied women, having emotional breakdowns that renders him an energy vampire to others. It's not endearing; he's a miserable person to be around. He took down a makeup selfie because he KNEW the IG girlies would be calling his ass ugly. It seems that Viktor has offered all the emotional support as a woman would, but doesn't get to shine and dominate the narrative like a man would. That is reserved for the actual man.
> Adorning them with flowers and butterflies
Very masc. Notice how there are no surgeries or treatments available for him, or any attempt to apply said technology or science towards himself - it was all spared for the man. The transman has to wither away in a crumbling skeleton while the man can still live his life as normal. Not the theme the author was aiming for, but we're gonna apply a little reading-between-the-lines here.
> Eight months later
And a huge bulk of that was spent spiraling over not sending your beau a message telling them you were in pain. That's literally all you needed to do. Instead, they bitched and cried over IG posts, had a makeup smut chapter with 50+ comments, and now we're here.
> We should add that to our list. Public indecency
Then you'll end up on a police cam and that is NOT the media attention you want. "AMPUTEE HAS SEX WITH TRANS PARTNER IN WHEELCHAIR IN PUBLIC PARK" is something for a gossip podcast, not a bookselling event.
He bought him a new sex toy, got it? One that's gonna go in both holes and make sure all the red lines are never breached. of course, the toy isn't going near HIS ass, we don't do that gay shit around here.
> I've poured a lot of myself and my own experiences, insecurities, and disabilities into the story, and it is endlessly dear to me
So tell me, dear author, are any of these true:
- you mentally spiral when you stand next to normal women, knowing you can never 'be' like them, thinking you're ugly and broken and you need a hot guy to tell you you're beautiful?
- You have mental breakdowns over Instagram posts?
- You wasted your life on a man who doesn't respect your identity, but desperately want a hot guy who respects said boundaries to fuck you into the mattress?
- your disabilities matter, but not as much as the man you're the emotional support for?
- you form unhealthy attachments with men because you are that desperate to be loved?
- You focused more on the disabled man than the trans man, because they somehow have more compelling stories to tell?
If not, it's rather revealing how all of those stood out to me, an outsider, who has no skin in the game. I also noticed that she's friends with stupidsarah69, known for her feminization and age gap fics, which explains the 'his waist was so small his thumbs met in the middle'. It's not lost on me the chapter with the most comments was the smut one. I will forever remember this as the 'Instagram fallout fic', simply because bitching about IG is something women do. If you want to be a man so much - act like one. You can be an emotionally stunted disabled woman, but a disabled man is what you'll never be. All I grasped from this is that you're insecure and projected that onto your blorbo, if the 'HE'LL NEVER LOVE ME WAAAAAAAH I'M TOO BROKEN FOR HIM!' Taylor Swift mantra didn't give it away.
It appears that none of the positivity and mindful thinking he does can calm his errant, anxious thoughts, let alone the ones worrying whether Jayce will make it out alive or not. He studies on the science behind amputation, and while he knows all about the after - the healing, the nerve damage, the creative process behind prosthetics - he didn't think about the Before, and all the preparation that ensues. He now worries about him bleeding out, or developing an infection, or never waking up after anesthesia, the usual. You would think someone who has been in the hospital himself for spinal surgery would understand the risks and tribulations, but no. He's too worried about losing Jayce and fretting over the fact he never told him he loved him. He thinks that if he dies, he'll lose all his chances at finding love again; that it would end in disaster like it would with Dmitri. Despite knowing that Jayce has a wonderful, accomplished surgeon, he still can't stop thinking of the What Ifs, and spirals on and on like a broken record.
He continues to spiral even in the hospital waiting room, repeating this mantra to himself even as he gazes at white walls and huffs disinfectant, until a mysterious woman touches his hand and he nearly screams. Not to worry, this woman is none other than Ximena, who promptly says that Viktor is 'the most beautiful man (Jayce) had ever met', even when this fucker compares himself endlessly to normal women and thinks he's 'stick-thin' while wearing ugly-ass parachute pants, but that's neither here nor there. He sputters at the compliments and Ximena is quick to say he's humble, too, before asking if he's nervous over Jayce's operation. He says yes, and Ximena reassures him that Jayce has 'something to wake up to'. She then asks if he has eaten anything, and he says no, he was too nervous. She informs him that the surgery will take two hours, so they should heat to the cafeteria for food and a chat. They head off, both of them eager to learn about the other.
During their talk - all light-hearted and fun, a collection of nostalgia - Viktor finds out that Jayce did indeed have a rock collection, and was mocked by his schoolmates for having one. Viktor, inwardly, does not believe this, before it's written a sentence later that he has 'difficult emotions': refusing to let people in for fear of losing him due to said emotions. Ximena says he was too 'excited' and 'wired', which is to say: obsessive and autistic. Viktor says he is like an 'untrained puppy' - a common derogative term because Jayviks love calling him a dog for some reason - and Ximena says that the accident 'subdued his fire' for the past six months. Him being with Viktor revived that fire, causing him to be excited for the first time in months. Viktor, surprised at this statement, says, 'He called you?' and Ximena replies yes, he shares everything important with her. He yapped her ear off about Viktor at the airport; this tidbit floors Viktor, who is still surprised that someone could be that enamoured with him. Ximena says she is happy Viktor is in her son's life, as he is a person who showed him he is 'easy to love' after all. Mind you, they had a major fallout because Jayce could not text him for a week and ghosted him over Instagram, LMAO
After they have their chit-chat, Caitlyn arrives, smirking and all-knowing, saying that Viktor really is 'Jayce's type', which is 'all skinny and pretty' (what she neglects to say, but what the author wrote, is that 'skinny' here is 'stick-thin'). Viktor, ignoring this comment, shakes hands with her, and she says that he is 'not fun to torment'. He is later saved by Mel, who is not treated like shit for once, who embraces him and thanks him for being there. Unlike other fics where he is instantly jealous of her, he warms to her better than he does Caitlyn, and is reassured that Jayce will be okay in the end.
Later, when the surgeon informs them that Jayce's surgery went well, Viktor goes to the bathroom, cries (as all pooners do), and has an anxiety attack in relief. He initially vowed to himself that he wouldn't cry until he got home, but the pressure was too much so he ran to the bathroom and cried like he just finished Schindler's List vs crying openly like a man breaking gender boundaries. Mel, who enters the men's bathroom (must be a slow day), comforts him, telling him that Jayce, while high on anesthesia, is awake and ready to see his 'sunshine'. She pats him on the shoulder, says she is glad Jayce has him, and leaves him be, a little warmth simmering in that anxious heart of his. When he looks in the mirror, it's obvious he has been crying; he calls himself a 'tired ghost' who has fallen into a pit of despair that leaves him wondering what Jayce sees in him. Much like the selfie where he compared himself to healthy, normal women, he thinks he's inadequate and wrong, like an alien inhabiting the wrong body. Instead of feeling happy his beau has made it through his surgery, he gets triggered by his own reflection. No wonder trans people hate mirrors - well, trans men at least.
When he makes his way to Jayce's room, Jayce is high as a kite, calling out his name sing-song style and asking if his mom has seen him, 'the most beautiful man (he's) ever met'. Ximena agrees, tells Viktor he has half an hour left of visiting hours, and kisses Jayce's forehead in a motherly fashion, and then hugs Viktor before she leaves. Jayce says it's unfair because he wants a hug, leading Ximena to say, if not a bit cheekily, that Viktor will give him one. When she finally leaves, Viktor notes his state: his amputated leg is suspended in the air and wrapped in gauze, but everything else appears fine, high-as-a-kite-lover boy notwithstanding. Jayce immediately notes that Viktor has been crying, to which he replies that he was worried for him. He starts crying again when he tells Jayce he loves him, and we find out that this entire affair has taken six weeks. The drama over the Instagram shit only took ONE week, mind you. Anyways, Jayce says he was waiting for him to do it, and tells him that he loves him as well, leading to a back-and-forth about how lucky they are to have one another in their lives. Everything is going to be fine.
Jayce later wakes, notably less high and more focused this time, and rather than spiral over his missing leg, he is glad that the enduring pain is gone. He does cry a bit, though not from pain; it's from loneliness, both physically and mentally, on how he no longer has to dwell on the path that gave him so much trouble. He feels some phantom leg syndrome; despite being warned by every therapist and doctor that this procedure cannot be reversed, he feels like a part of his soul had gone with his leg; that the pieces he had left don't fit together anymore. He then also begins to spiral, and decides to call Viktor. It's only 8 p.m., not too late in the evening, and Viktor picks up after three rings. He asks how Jayce is feeling; he responds 'Strange. A bit sad'. Viktor replies that that is understandable, later asking if he is in pain. Jayce says yes, but it isn't as bad as before, and Viktor follows up with the 'everything you feel is valid' pep talk; that it's okay to miss the leg that gave him trouble and whatnot. Jayce replies that it isn't unhappy per se, but that it is a lot to go through. While Viktor congratulates him on being brave for undergoing this fear, our dog-man feels weak, insignificant and ungrateful for the gift he was given. Still, he accepts Viktor's words at face value. He wipes away tears, saying he wishes Viktor were here. Viktor agrees, telling him that he will be there tomorrow during visiting hours, and the day after, and the day after that. Jayce tells him that he doesn't want him to miss work before Viktor cuts him off, telling him not to make him angry and that he'll be there because he wants to be.
Jayce harkens back to their afternoon meeting with ensuing 'I-love-yous' and remarks that it wasn't a dream, after all. He jokingly says, 'I can't believe you beat me to it', before Viktor says 'I did not. I took it back'. Overwhelmed with relief and love, he tells Viktor not to ever 'take it back' making him promise on it. Jayce asks Viktor if he can talk him to sleep, and he does. Later, when Jayce is out and about walking with his crutches, Viktor proposes an idea: it would not be good for Jayce to return to his apartment, due to the long ride and inaccessibility of his complex, so why doesn't he move in temporarily with him? Of course, he doesn't ask this outright. He stutters, almost has another anxiety attack and has to be told to calm down by Jayce before he asks this question outright. Jayce asks if it will be permanent, and Viktor replies 'however permanent you want', before sputtering AGAIN when Jayce asks if it's about convenience, too. When he's done blushing and gathers his thoughts, he says that neither of them are young and he wants to live with him. He doesn't want to be far from him, see, so the 'convenience' thing was only an excuse. Jayce is ecstatic, but also scared he's half-dreaming at the proposal; Viktor later confirms that he wants to build a life with him and that spending time together would be easier than living apart. Cutting through his jokey mood, Jayce happily agrees, kissing his forehead while thinking the invitation is the 'hottest thing he's ever heard'. He says he's 'always wanted a hot roommate' - which is really pushing it, if you ask me - and says he's going feral at the whole concept of living with Viktor. Viktor tells him to behave, as they will have all the time to act feral at home.
Later, Jayce is reading through the Hollywood script of his book, 'Winter Night', and is rather surprised that a newbie director is trying to stay loyal to the source material, leaving only a few comments and suggestions rather than rip the entire thing up. While his leg is healing nicely, his back is giving him issues - he can now experience what it's like to get your back blown out - but none of that matters when he's living the dream with Viktor. Whenever he spirals or has phantom limb syndrome or gory dreams, his anorexic waifu is there, giving him emotional support, batting his eyelashes and using his ASMR voice to sing him back to sleep. Instead of morning texts, he just kisses him awake; instead of Instagram comments, he can just make them to him in the kitchen. While lounging in bed together, Viktor releases a 'long-suffering' sigh, before announcing that he has to have another Talk with Jayce, as recommended by his therapist. Jayce asks if he's done something wrong, and Viktor says that he has not, and it takes them for-fucking-ever to get to the point. So what is the subject?
Sex. Because of course it is. Now that he's found a partner he trusts, he wonders if he can take more control during sex when before it was all about him pleasing his male partners - funny how that is the default position for FTMs - and he wants to explore himself and his wants sexually. His voice even gets 'high-pitched and worried' as if this is going to offend our male feminist. Jayce, ever the non-judgemental guy, is happy to indulge in whatever Viktor wants to explore. What are some of the things Viktor wants to try out? Anal, of course. He also wants to try BDSM, with edging and spanking included. Our peg-leg pirate over here, naturally, won't have anything done to him - it's all for the pooner who wants to get their schooner hit with the biggest cannon ball imaginable. Jayce, initially, goes blank at the word 'anal', trying to string together the brand new list of fetishes his uwu tiny waist waifu just proposed to him. Viktor assures him that he doesn't have to do any of that - they're just suggestions, after all - before Jayce comforts him, saying that he totally gets where he's coming from, his mind is just going into overdrive from the things Viktor wants. Viktor, jumping on this, goes, 'So you want to try it with me?', all doe-eyed (no, really), happy that Jayce is willing to ruin him. Jayce is happy to oblige, saying it's 'never too late to explore things'. Viktor, referencing his therapist, is overjoyed, but there is one thing he won't tolerate - degradation. You can pound that backdoor with that peg leg, but don't you dare call him names. "Auschwitz Anne Frank" might be a bridge too far, fam.
They go back-and-forth on this, with Jayce jumping on the implications that Viktor does not like name-calling thanks to Dmitri, before Viktor cuts him off, saying he doesn't want to talk about that. He then asks Jayce if he has any red lines, and he says no (of course, anal play is off-limits for him, the 100% gay man he is). They'll find their red lines together. How romantic. Their discussion ended, they pivot into a new one: Jayce says he's glad that went easier than expected, and Viktor says he hoped he didn't come off as a prude; every time he tried to bring up his kinks, the reception wasn't warm and people looked at him weirdly. One must ask why trans men have such difficulties bringing up their sexual prowess and kinks in the bedroom when this issue does not exist with trans women. Jayce thanks him for telling him his feelings, and they have this little conversation:
> When I can't even suck you off properly
In the business we call this foreshadowing.
> Which meant that sex was entirely off the table for them
The doctors said nothing about chugging back that peg leg!
> Thank you for making me feel safe
Always about safety with these pooners.
> Heated, milky skin
We know he's white, thanks.
> I want you in my mouth. In my throat. Please
He wants to please his man. A shame he can't deepthroat his third-leg-down boyfriend.
> His fingers wrapped deftly around the base
You once wrote his cock was so thick his fingers couldn't wrap around the base. Now they can. What happened? Did you forget his dick measurements?
> Your cock is perfect
Well at least something wasn't cut off at the knees.
> Viktor licked the tip over and over again, like a giant lollipop
Never getting over how even the head of that colossal man meat is still bigger than his roid clit, lmao
> He breathed hard through his nose as he took inch after inch of Jayce's length until his nose hit his pubic hair
> He learned this from deepthroating his ex
Huh, guess Dmitri, despite his faults, did have a BWC. You wouldn't choke on a 5 incher.
> Wished their positions were different so that he could see himself filling Viktor's throat
He's so thin that he would be able to see his penis moving in his throat. That's the most meat he's had in his body since puberty.
> So he could wrap his arms around Viktor's neck and squeeze himself through it
Your arms, or your hands? Because wrapping your arms around his neck means you've got him in a chokehold. You're not 'touching' your dick, you're knocking his ass out.
> Hating that Viktor learned this from his ex
What, did you want him to be a virgin? He was loyal to his ex boyfriend and that BWC. Be thankful he can do that to yours without choking.
> I want you to fuck my throat
> How was he real?
Wow, you found a submissive, tiny, skinny, uwu wannabe tradwife whose throat is open and ready like the tunnel connecting England to Calais, who's always ready to pleasure and service their penis-owning partner? Amazing, it's almost like you don't have to do anything!
> Wasting no time, Jayce did it again, angling Viktor's head so he could bottom out inside his tight throat
Yeah, can you imagine that penis bending at a 45 degree angle? Fun! It'll be cracking like that peg leg.
> Pushing himself as deep into Viktor's throat as he could
So can he see himself moving inside that milky, pale swan neck or is that impossible because our lil waifu is on his belly?
> The fit was so tight Jayce could barely believe it
The front hole might be loose, but the top hole sure isn't
> Was Viktor simply designed to make him lose his mind and reduce to him a horny three pump chump?
This is a real line. I guess Dmitri was good for one thing: teach a trans man how to give a real man good head.
> You were made for this, V
One of the most overused lines in this fandom, on top of 'his waist was so small his thumbs met in the middle'. It's almost as if you have complementary genitalia.
> I know, baby. I know it's big. You're doing so well
Me when a new game is struggling to download on my console:
> He painted the insides of his throat with streak after streak of sticky cum
Not bad for a 40-year-old man. Maybe he should've send a few pics of that instead of ghosting him over Instagram and this entire drama could've been solved in five minutes.
> Viktor's face was streaked with tears, drool, and snot, a messy spectacle that made him even prettier to Jayce
If snot is pouring out of your nose from deepthroating, it means your male partner didn't let you up for air. He looks like the news lady from 'Scary Movie' with the snot bubble coming out of her nose.
> Sputtered and coughed
I hope that 40-year-old jizz was worth it, homie. It's as bubbly as that snot.
> You weigh nothing
Correct. You have to tie him down outside or else he'll blow away like a kite. Forget Bubble Boy: here's Hot Air Balloon Man, going where no human has gone before. Get that on the book stands, stat.
> He couldn't run or lift or do many of the things he loved. At least not yet
No, but you can dump entire loads into your tiny, moon-skinned waifu who doesn't do anything but sell books all day.
> Wished he could flip them over and fuck Viktor into the mattress
AKA the single most popular fantasy in these hetslo-under-another-label works. In any case, at least our bougie bookstore can say he was fucked by an amputee, lmao.
> Pert butt cheeks in his palms
He doesn't have 'pert butt cheeks'. He was pounding bone last chapter, remember?
> Nngh, yes
Stop talking like Joe Biden.
> Five more weeks until I fuck you so good you won't be leaving the bed for a week
Hope you're willing to pay his business's lost profit, peg leg.
> Gonna knock every single item off your little list, baby
"Gonna fuck that ass so loose I can shove my prosthetic inside it. Goatse's got nothing on me."
And would you look at that, he's already aiming for anal play.
> I'm going to stretch this little ass until you can take me without batting an eye. I can't fucking wait
What did I just say? I made a Goatse reference and here this man goes talking about stretching that ass. I'm so clairvoyant.
Convenient Mel and Elora are together when people don't even ship them at all, lmao. It is what it is; it's better than having her be the object of hatred and jealousy from an angry white pooner.
> Five months into knowing Jayce
A good chunk of that was spent crying over being ghosted on Instagram. I'm not letting that go, btw.
> He'd been inside of Viktor less than an hour ago, and yet Viktor still craved more. It was like he had a bottomless pit inside of him
Technically he does: it's that asshole you have yet to fill. If there isn't an anal sex scene in this, wait for a one-shot spinoff to include it.
> Asks if he would be open to getting married again
> Brought up marriage on the first date, which involved Viktor talking more about his ex than marrying him
> Made a vow of never marrying again after getting fucked over by a heckin' transphobe
> Reneged on that vow because of good sex and a man who has a third leg and a peg leg
Every time. Want to make an FTM break a promise? Fuck 'em good. They'll come (hehe) to your side immediately.
> How would Viktor ever say no to wearing his ring on his finger?
If you post about it on Instagram first, he might just call the whole thing off. Their dramatic 'breakup' all happened because he didn't send him a DM, remember.
If you didn't catch this at the end, you'd totally forget that Viktor was ever a scientist. Only a few mentions have been made - thanks to the Dmitri trauma dumping - that he was ever a scientist and not a basic, once-broke bookstore owner. You also have to admire that the use of AI-based dermal implants are fine, acceptable and beneficial for disabled people provided Elon Musk isn't the one implanting it.
> He was ravenous now, thinking of what he could make for lunch
I was going to say, 'Oh there's something ELSE he can eat for lunch' until we find our dear waifu crying again over Instagram posts. Of course, the pics involving his white, stick-thin knees and oversized t-shirts aren't the problem. For someone who's been living 'as a man' for decades - only to be invalidated by a basic cissy man who didn't love him - he sure hasn't acted like one once. Who the fuck cries over Instagram posts?
> Jayce's shirt swallowed his slight frame deliciously
Not when you have a frame that makes the pro-ana gals on tumblr look healthy. He literally looks like a stick hidden in a trash bag.
> So everyone could see how pretty his partner looked out of bed
And all they see is someone with no ass, no thighs, a bad dye job, creepily large eyes, and a big ole Tarzan bush. He's a labubu in human form.
Yes, this is what he's crying about: all those years lost with a cissy man who never validated him or made him feel safe, even when they were research partners. This Instagram photo, much like the one that caused him to spiral (the one with the ordinary women in dresses while he was in shitty makeup and parachute pants), reminds him that he's 'broken', so now Jayce has to play it out like it's a Sonata Arctica song and tell him that no, he isn't broken, and he isn't offering any broken parts at all! Just look at that oral and anal action! He loves the fact his boyfriend's stick-thin, disabled body needs a wheelchair and how he gets so insecure over IG photos that he exploded over a WEEK of not replying! It's an inseparable part of who he is. There's beauty in imperfections, even if it makes you look like a BPD bitch.
> Do you think the same of me? Would you have preferred to know me when I was whole?
Probably not, but the dick action would convert him. He'll accept asshole boyfriends provided they're good at sex. That's the way she blows, boys.
> It fucking sucks, but it's also not the end of the world
Indeed. We need to see if that ass can get so loose he can slip his dick AND his prosthetic into it.
> I can't have you saying things like that and making yourself sick crying about them
Again, this manly man 100% Just Like the Guys is crying over Instagram photos. You'd think he saw his cat getting butchered, or something.
> The only reason I regret not meeting you sooner is that we could've had so much more time together
Know how that could've happened? Shooting him a DM. Sometimes shooting your shot could've let your shoots hitting those holes earlier.
> If I could relive my life, I would choose to go through it all again if it meant I'd get to meet you
You're having this speech when you blew up at him when he didn't respond to you over Instagram FOR OVER A WEEK. Holy fuck are these people pathetic.
> I'm sorry about the photo. I should have checked with you before posting it
He's lucky he's not on that side of Instagram where people are posting memes in the comments where he looks like a stick bug or making Auschwitz jokes. You KNOW that would do this whiny bitch in.
> I think it would have made me happy in normal circumstances
If you are crying over IG photos, it is not the platform for you. Do NOT go onto the reels section, else you'll have a legion of Zoomers giving you an actual reason to cry.
> But can I keep posting you? I want to show you off. And make him suffer, a bit
I am sure Dmitri was hoping for an Adriana Lima, and all he got was a skinnier Ariana Grande. What a downgrade.
> Something sweet, with zero protein, preferably
Legit thought this was sexual innuendo but no, he actually wants something sweet to eat.
> Some days, he had the urge to weep as soon as he got dressed and saw the chair in the hallway
You know, throughout this entire fic, there really isn't much of an exploration into Viktor's deteriorating health. It's all been focused on Jayce. The only titular event from his POV was the Instagram breakdown. We do know that his health was declining, but the jump from cane, brace and then wheelchair is a last-minute decision. You would think - as the author later admits - that something plucked right from personal experience would feature prominently in a character arc, but no. He instead gets jealous and insecure over able-bodied women, having emotional breakdowns that renders him an energy vampire to others. It's not endearing; he's a miserable person to be around. He took down a makeup selfie because he KNEW the IG girlies would be calling his ass ugly. It seems that Viktor has offered all the emotional support as a woman would, but doesn't get to shine and dominate the narrative like a man would. That is reserved for the actual man.
> Adorning them with flowers and butterflies
Very masc. Notice how there are no surgeries or treatments available for him, or any attempt to apply said technology or science towards himself - it was all spared for the man. The transman has to wither away in a crumbling skeleton while the man can still live his life as normal. Not the theme the author was aiming for, but we're gonna apply a little reading-between-the-lines here.
> Eight months later
And a huge bulk of that was spent spiraling over not sending your beau a message telling them you were in pain. That's literally all you needed to do. Instead, they bitched and cried over IG posts, had a makeup smut chapter with 50+ comments, and now we're here.
> We should add that to our list. Public indecency
Then you'll end up on a police cam and that is NOT the media attention you want. "AMPUTEE HAS SEX WITH TRANS PARTNER IN WHEELCHAIR IN PUBLIC PARK" is something for a gossip podcast, not a bookselling event.
He bought him a new sex toy, got it? One that's gonna go in both holes and make sure all the red lines are never breached. of course, the toy isn't going near HIS ass, we don't do that gay shit around here.
> I've poured a lot of myself and my own experiences, insecurities, and disabilities into the story, and it is endlessly dear to me
So tell me, dear author, are any of these true:
- you mentally spiral when you stand next to normal women, knowing you can never 'be' like them, thinking you're ugly and broken and you need a hot guy to tell you you're beautiful?
- You have mental breakdowns over Instagram posts?
- You wasted your life on a man who doesn't respect your identity, but desperately want a hot guy who respects said boundaries to fuck you into the mattress?
- your disabilities matter, but not as much as the man you're the emotional support for?
- you form unhealthy attachments with men because you are that desperate to be loved?
- You focused more on the disabled man than the trans man, because they somehow have more compelling stories to tell?
If not, it's rather revealing how all of those stood out to me, an outsider, who has no skin in the game. I also noticed that she's friends with stupidsarah69, known for her feminization and age gap fics, which explains the 'his waist was so small his thumbs met in the middle'. It's not lost on me the chapter with the most comments was the smut one. I will forever remember this as the 'Instagram fallout fic', simply because bitching about IG is something women do. If you want to be a man so much - act like one. You can be an emotionally stunted disabled woman, but a disabled man is what you'll never be. All I grasped from this is that you're insecure and projected that onto your blorbo, if the 'HE'LL NEVER LOVE ME WAAAAAAAH I'M TOO BROKEN FOR HIM!' Taylor Swift mantra didn't give it away.
That Medieval AU I reviewed ages ago has had another installment, this time with a baby on the way. What to do when your princely husband has to do princely duties that don't involve amorous relations? Twiddle your thumbs and consult a star chart, that's what.
> It was decided it was best for her to change into more 'ladylike' clothing
It's not lost on me how Vi, a butch lesbian, is asked - nay, required - to wear 'women's clothing', but Viktor, a woman, is treated like a man and allotted the privileges and responsibilities of a consort. Smells like double standards.
> He's not exactly Zaun's most handsome prospect
This is all over a wedding to a man he's already de-facto married to. We already went through the 'It won't fit' 'I'll make it fit' arc, why do we need this one?
Juicy Fruit is not a substitute for breakfast. Also, in this Medieval AU, they are apparently OK with trans men being 'men', but Vi dressing like a man is off-limits. Make it make sense.
As this is six months prior, it is safe to say this pregnancy went the way of the dodo: flushed out and done in by its refusal to adapt. Chugging that mead sure did help, eh? There is a tag for 'miscarriage', which means that a chunk of the story will focus on it.
> Hurts his leg more than he'll admit
He has a warped spine, hip and leg, but he's 100% cleared for pregnancy. There will be no health effects from this whatsoever. Pregnancy is the only thing his broken body can do.
> He's the husband of the crown prince but in order to be a prince in his own right, he needs the mages and priests to acknowledge him
So basically he's Camilla. He cannot be a prince, only a consort, and he can only be given permission to have that title - in name only - by a higher religious authority. Naturally, the entire thing goes off with a hitch because we can't have their version of the Pope go, 'Nah, bro, that's a whole-ass woman' and reject the relationship, now can we?
> He could be a regent, assuming he successfully provides the family with a child
> A sentence later admits he wouldn't be regent as he would not be in line for the throne
Nice. Looks like your only worth in life is popping out babies, eh?
> Thankfully, most other people want the pleasure of being taking near him, rather than with him
Wow you really ARE Camilla. No one likes you or sees you as actual royalty, but tolerate you because you might pop out an heir. Fun!
> Have you spoken to your fathers about her yet?
So is lesbianism accepted in this world, or are trans men the only ones tolerated because they still have the potential to give birth? It'll be a helluva self-own if this is shown to be the case. That's exactly what happened in the Bridgerton AU, and remains its biggest plot hole.
> But if they know you're in love
So he's upset that people find out he's in a happy marriage, even though he's been married for half a year, and is expecting (for now) the vaunted child everyone wants? Look at that Taylor Swift characterization. He can't be loved, not this black swan! He's happy being the friend and the pregnable front hole. What's not to like?
> It's the only thing he keeps on himself, the only thing he feels properly deserving of wearing
Unless it's a pearl necklace HEYO
> Today was about him - it was to celebrate Viktor
...was it? It sure didn't feel like it. No one wants to accept you as consort, lmao
> Supplies himself with the easiest excuse when he feels the hot prickling of tears in his eyes
It's not your usual 'pooner runs to the bathroom to cry' moment, but it's close enough. They're always crying and getting upset when their beau doesn't come to sexually sedate them every waking minute. Have some self-respect.
Oh no! Trans Camilla got knocked out! Gosh, I wonder what the next installment will include. This is the shortest chapter; the author says there will be longer ones after this, culminating at five chapters or so. Hope our mini mead is doing alright in that incubator!
The second chapter of that 'Life' vore fic has been posted. Our lil dood isn't doing so well with our lil lifeform growing inside him. Where's Macready when you need him?
> He doesn't really like to take allergy medicine. It makes him drowsy and gives him nightmares
Damn, he must be chugging that Benadryl. I'm surprised he hasn't given himself a heart attack yet.
> Lad approved clothing
> Dark jeans and a long-sleeved sweater
Those aren't lab-approved clothing. Long-sleeved clothing can get stuck in equipment. You don't have any PPE?
Uh oh. We're starting to bloat. Our tiny lifeform is beginning to grow.
> He pulls the plastic from a pad that promises 10 hours leak free
> He has no idea how the companies got that number
It means that it'll hold the liquid for up to 10 hours without breaking through the fabric, not that you should wear it for 10 hours. You should change it every time you use the bathroom.
> A tiny bulge pressed against the zipper
It's like a reverse Ozempic: instead of making him lose weight, he's gaining it thanks to his little one. You have to love how this always happens to the FTM, and not the transwomen who always talk about wanting to be pregnant.
> It's mostly cream, syrup, and fruit, there's very little actual coffee
I can't imagine what this man's teeth must look like. I'm a sugar friend myself, but the amount of sugar they put in those coffees is more than a week's worth of it. Just make your own smoothies at this point.
> Dysphoria makes it much worse than it should be
Menstruating gives you dysphoria, but the transvaginal wand and the slime stuck up your uterus didn't? Yeah OK.
> Heimerdinger's lab is nicer than Dr. Reveck's, but not as well-funded
He's the head of the university. It should absolutely be well-funded.
> He ran out of his prescribed supplements and hadn't been paid
Sounds like you need to report your employer since you're working for free, but don't have the same standing as a man does to stand up for yourself, so you get taken for a ride. Poor dood.
> He kept having dizzy spells from iron deficiency
I cannot imagine that the testosterone makes things better. That reminds me: is he even on it? If so, how would that affect the slime? Would it leech off the hormones and grow like a mini Schwarzenegger, or no?
> May increase yield of certain DNA-related formation of red blood cells
There. I tried to fix it. That said, if your centrifuge is making 'scary noises', you are going to have an incident like the one in 'Outbreak' where you'll case a biohazardous incident. No one is being smart here.
> An international team has developed a soap that can be emulsified into a foam that removes microscopic acids above a certain pH
I bet you this soap is what's gonna save the day. He has to slip it up there like that transvaginal wand and clean everything out.
> It's like his uterus is throbbing, a squeezing coming from inside of him, like being sucked on from the inside
That's exactly what's happening: the slime is feeding on his uterine walls. I thought that was already established?
> Terrified that he's somehow pregnant without realizing it
You are. You are hosting an entity in your uterus and will for several months until the slime 'splits' and the daughter cells have to be removed. You're pregnant, just not with a fetus.
> He's not ready to be a single father
The funny thing is, this escapade with the slime only pushes him farther away from his desired male imagine and back to a female one; it gives him wider hips and more female-typical adipose fat. This slime is a disgusting TERF.
> In hindsight he thinks that may not have been the slime's fault, but the shock of something sucking on his uterine wall
...the thing sucking on your uterine wall is the slime. It's literally the slime's fault.
> Why would his hips get wider?
Uh oh. The slime is making him look more 'cis' than androgynous. Can't it understand he doesn't want to be clocked?
> As much as they love for their owner to poke at and pet them
Something tells me they don't actually like that. If I start playing Nicki Minaj or Bad Bunny on repeat, will it self-abort from the cringe?
> Their organelles float freely inside their membranes
They already do that. Nucleus and mitochondria are part of an organelle's membrane structures. They 'move' with the cell because they direct it.
> Some ways to bond with your slime include going for runs or taking warm baths
If I go on a bumper car excursion, would my slime be happy? Or a mosh pit? Coachella? I think the E. coli there would be quick the obstacle.
> He's come to a truce of sorts with the loathsome little pest that's taken residence inside his womb
Ah, so it IS a pregnancy of sorts. Good to know.
> Hasn't had any consistent side effects nor any change in the measurements of his hips
Odd. Just a few sentences ago, there WERE changes in his hips, and a major side effect was cramping and vomiting. Those aren't things you should brush off.
> When the creature bursts through his stomach, or forces him to lay its eggs
It appears to be viviparous, meaning it gives birth to live young, like that of a shark. In the business we call this 'foreshadowing'.
> A bit flaccid, just a weight on his womb
'Flaccid' is not the word I'd use, because it doesn't have a solid physical form. 'Squishy' does the job well enough.
> It didn't even really stretch him, just expanded into space he already had
Get ready for this next scene. It's a doozy.
> They accept it, as they would any other RNA
So they are working on a retrovirus that can cure genetic disease, is that right? G-virus territory. As it so happens, the slime reacts negatively to this virus as if it can sense a threat. The following scene is a look into the vore AND inflation fetish you might remember from the early days of DeviantArt.
Play some Michael Jackson. Then it'll go 'HE HEE' when it's upset.
> The throbbing inside him is so powerful that each feels like a painless cramp
That's a contradiction if I've ever seen one.
> Feels his womb swell, the crotch of his jeans pushed forward by the growing bump
Wow, it really IS like that scene out of Slither. 'Oh, I'm so hungry. I didn't know someone could be so hungry.'
> The slime rumbles loud enough to be heard once more as it swells, starting to fill out the rest of the space in his pants
If you are wondering why the reaction to this is so muted, it isn't gaslighting. It's just your average nightmare - for now.
> Obsteperously
You KNOW she sought out the thesaurus for that one. It means, 'noisily and stubbornly defiant'.
> Oh God he looks at least five months pregnant
When I first read this, my first reaction was, 'how come no one is freaking out about this?' then it hit me.
> He nearly chokes around his cry as his belly pushes his pants down his thighs and his shirt up, spilling out over his legs. The fabric of his underwear splits
Normally, under this kind of obstetric horror, you'd shout, 'WINDOWS, BLAST HIM!' instead of saying it's a blessing and how he'd make a 'great mom'. Funny how calling him a 'mom' didn't set him off, but it was a clue that this was a nightmare. He'd start getting upset and the slime would start hurling racial slurs if that happened in real life.
I told you: it's just like that scene out of 'Slither', albeit you aren't getting zombie slugs. Just a big slime like it's something from the T-type Nemesis.
> Is a trans man possibly on testosterone
> Has painful period cramps, gets a foreign entity shoved up their uterus to fix it
> They also are on heart medication
> None of this was considered before pregnancy
Logic. If the hospital bills don't kill you, that surely will.
One really has to ask why someone with heart issues prioritizes 'gender affirming medicine' first - let alone that it's going to be the cause of said heart issues - but muh dysphoria is the worst thing to happen to these people so it has to be taken care of. Your ticker doesn't matter if you're just gonna hang from the ceiling.
Almost a thousand bucks, nice. Unfortunately, the slime takes that moment to start getting TERFy, and makes our androgynous simpleton here get a baby bump. The horror.
> Why does the slime feel bigger?
It's giving you those child-birthing hips. I told you it was a TERF. Look at it clocking you in public!
> If someone is touching him there at a grocery store, he has a completely different problem
Yeah, because they'd be a heckin' transphobe and get jumped. We can tolerate slimes going up our uterus, leading to dreams where it inflates and explodes the user, but we will NOT tolerate random people asking if a trans man is pregnant. That is crossing a line.
> Wanders into the feminine products out of habit
Notice she still calls it 'feminine' and not a gender neutral term.
> Three pregnancy tests into the cart
But I thought you weren't pregnant?
Wow, what a heckin' transphobic cashier. Why are they hired in a pro-disabled, pro-LGBT pharmacy? Get them the fuck outta here!
> Is the swelling something that occurs in lab rats but not humans?
Odd how the uterine pain and cramping was never written down, almost as if the FTM is trying to dismiss their pain in favour of a male scientist. BTW, he never did test for these things in humans; Viktor is Jayce's first human experiment so everything that goes is brand spanking new for his trial. He wants to help people, see - and the only test subjects he used, curiously, were all female.
Yeah, and it's also giving him nightmares where he fills up like a balloon and bursts, the slime spilling force like it's the last stage of the Nemesis preparing to kill Jill Valentine. My (wo)man has a G-embryo inside them.
> How many people were held back from changing the world in their own ways by pain that isn't limited to once a month
'People'. You mean women. Uterus owners. Because none of those test subjects were men and you not shoving slimes up their anuses. It's female test subjects and female rats that had the slime put inside them. Usually, when we talk about medical misogyny, it's about women not being considered for medical trials, not them being exclusively used to gestate an entity no one actually understands. Maybe if this evil scientists hosting it up his ass and also was tagged for Mpreg I'd believe it. For now, it's going to be a 'slow burn' with the slime a 'necessary evil'. Which is to say, this will go on for a long time before that vore nightmare becomes a smut plot point.
They are some of the largest fandoms, so they will recruit the most degenerate fans. I'm just in Arcane ATM, but I dabble in other fandoms as well. You would be surprised at how many bizarre Omegaverse stories are in HOTD, based off the fact Targs are 'related to dragons'. MHA is another big one and, of course, there is the Marvel fandom. Peter Parker has the second higher amount of pooner fics, coming in at 2645. Arcane, predictably, is #1, both for 'trans male pregnancy', the highest amount of fics for a trans male character, and third in 'squirting and vaginal ejaculation'. You know which fandom is number one for omegaverse, though? Kpop. They LOVE those skin-whitened Korean boys, I tell ya.
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“S-shun-nee-chan, I’m not a little kid anymore! I’m an instructor now, so stop asking if I hafta go potty before we leave or if I want candy! A fine lady doesn’t need any of those things, hmph. . .”
The small, pouting voice of a certain Sunohara sibling echoed throughout the break room in the Plum Blossom Garden. It was a frequent sound, one that, luckily, Kokona’s former classmates weren’t lucky enough to hear, or else she may never hear the end of it~. A retort from the bigger, but debatably older sister was quick to be fired back-
“Oh hush now sweetie~, I’m just being a proper older sister, fufu. . . Besides, those things don’t make you not a fine lady, though arguably if that first one results in an accident, it might. . .”
Shun stifled a giggle at Kokona’s pouting scowl deepening, the heat from her adorably angry gaze melting her heart away. Giving a sigh, Shun continued chopping some vegetables on the breakroom's cutting board, before neatly organizing them into a box. Applying some of her trusty handiwork and tying the bag up, she turned and dropped it on the table in front of her pouting little sister. She had a good view of how her face contorted to one of surprise and then excitement, hands grabbing the fabric and lifting it as her diminutive figure raised from her seat. She opened it to peek inside, only to frown and look up in disgust and confusion.
“R-really, you know I hate carrots…”
The sight of carrots elicited a whine from the more picky of the two girls, though the elder sibling was quick to shut it down–
“A proper lady isn’t a picky eater, right? Isn’t that what you also tell your students?”
Kokona let out another whine, though this one was more one of defeat as she closed the bag. Nothing was making her eat them when she got there, but still, it was the principle! Carrots were the worst! But there was a chance she could get out of it easily– Sensei would eat her carrots for her, at least she hoped.
“Give sensei my regards! Though if it’s too hard, you can always call me and I’ll take over~. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her.”
BANG
“N-never! A proper lady wouldn’t find being an assistant hard anyway, and besides… y-you aren’t gonna snatch my time with sensei away. . .!”
Kokona stood up after slamming her palms into the table, which greatly amused Shun. Walking over as her little sister haughtily prepared to exit the Sunohara household, Shun stood at the doorway as Kokona sat on the porch to fasten her shoes. Leaning against the framework, Shun glanced down the road, the rising sun peeking between the various buildings that comprised their neighborhood. It was just about time to catch the train to head to Schale. She couldn’t hide that twinge of jealousy in her heart that her sister was going to spend a whole day with sensei, but. . . Perhaps she could arrange something like that herself.
“Okay Shun-nee, I’m going now! Make sure my students do their homework, and uhm.. Uh, make sure they don’t try to be picky eaters either!”
Kokona dashed off after grabbing her bag, rushing down the street in the subway. She’d eaten a hearty breakfast, and made sure to go through most of her morning routine. Sure, she may have been rushing, but she was a proper lady! She didn’t need an older sister doting over her to make sure she was doing every little thing.
“Hmph.. I’ll show her. And I’ll show sensei just how good of an instructor and assistant I can be!”
The train whistled, mechanical doors shutting behind her as the machine churned to life, quickly picking up speed before whisking off to the horizon, heading for a one way trip straight to Schale~!
. . .
“Sensei, these documents… Are these all yours to look over…? Why are there so many…?”
The soft, kind voice of a familiar Trinity student was the only sound bouncing throughout the office, save for the soft hum of the many electrical devices scattered throughout the office. Upon closer look, one of Trinity’s sisters was busy grabbing a few files, and an older woman a few feet away was sheepishly scratching the back of her head.
“Well. . . You know how I am about work. Besides, I was busy helping out my students. And I’m grateful that my favorite idol wants to hel-”
The soft, but firm hand that grasped Sensei’s shoulder let her know that she shouldn’t push her luck with that. And despite the smile that was on Mari’s face, sensei felt a cold shiver run down her spine. Her hands clasped together in a clapping motion, head bowing down with a sheepish smile.
“Ahaha, I mean. . . Thank you, Mari! I appreciate the help!”
That seemed to satisfy the soft-hearted nun, who gave a bit of a sly smirk as she took a seat at one of the many desks found within Schale. She’d split up the work pretty evenly, around 50/50. It wasn’t like Mari particularly enjoyed doing paperwork, but. . .Sensei was always there for them, and nothing made Mari happier than helping others. And if she could aid Sensei in any way. . .Well, a bit of discomfort was worth it. And they’d be working together~!
Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.
“Ah, hold on, Mari.”
Whipping out their phone, Sensei held it to their ear and listened intently. The ears atop Mari’s head twitched, her instincts to eavesdrop getting the better of her mindful manners in this instance. The call lasted a few moments, only ending when Sensei let out a sigh and agreed to. . . Something.
“Sorry, Mari. . . I have to run out really fast. I’ll be back in a few hours. There’s an issue in Gehenna with the Pandemonium Society and the Disciplinary Committee… It shouldn’t be more than a few hours. I’m really sorry to leave you like this. . .”
Mari looked a bit defeated, though she swallowed that feeling as best she could.
‘Don’t let sensei see you like this…’
Mari smiled her usual smile, suppressing that tightness in her throat. She could handle this for sensei still. And she’d be back! It wasn’t as fun as working with Sensei, but the goal today was to help Sensei. She could do that even if she wasn’t present.
“I-its fine, Sensei! Really! I’ll just, uhm, handle the paperwork. This much is nothing!”
Sensei let out a soft smile, her hand rubbing the top of Mari’s head affectionately.
“Still, you won’t be alone. I had wanted to surprise you, but someone should be coming by to help soon. I called a friend in, her name’s Kokona. She’s a bit younger than you, and she wanted to learn how we work so she could better instruct her own students. You can delegate whatever tasks you think she can handle while I’m gone. Don’t work too hard though, okay?”
Sensei waved as she grabbed her coat, rushing out the office as Mari choked down the words she really wanted to say. Still, Sensei was counting on her. She wasn’t upset that she’d be getting help; if anything, she was a bit happier. Maybe it could help her fight off the loneliness. Grabbing a cup of coffee along with a water bottle, Mari flattened the dress to better fit her figure as she placed her curvy rear on the office chair. Taking a sip and grabbing a pencil with her free hand, Mari began to focus on her work, blue eyes scanning the first wave of paperwork.
. . .
“And that’s the end of that pile… Around three hours of work, not bad Mari. . . Now, a well deserved break and sensei should be back soon..!”
Mari said softly, a doleful twinge creeping into her voice. Truthfully, her progress had stagnated these past few hours, not that she would ever admit that she was slowing down Sensei’s work. Mari had made a decent headway into the pile, the first hour being extremely productive, blazing through an entire pile. Though around twenty minutes into the second hour, a budding urge to urinate began nagging at the sister. That, and the coffee had begun to move her bowels a bit… She'd been seriously backed up, but she felt like she could let some out now. Especially so thanks to that coffee. Clutching her tummy a bit, Mari nursed her midriff gently, raising her leg a bit. A soft, airy prbbbrfffrrrt rippled against the seat of her panties, the burst of gas slightly puffing out her sister's dress.
“P-phew..perfect timing for my bre-”
Swissh!
The sound of a door sliding open caught Mari off guard, halfway into her standing up.
“Senseiiii! I’m here to hel- Ehh..? You’re not sensei…”
The childish voice careened through the room before quieting to a tone of disappointment. Peeking from behind the piles of paperwork, Mari gave a quizzical look before smiling softly at the little one, standing up and bowing a bit.
“You must be Kokona…! Sensei said you were coming to help?”
The child stood in the doorframe of the office, her face visibly contorted still, keeping that pouty, confused look. Mari wasn’t daft– She could tell it was the type of look a student would have if they were upset that their time with Sensei was being intruded on. She would have been the same way, if not for her own maturity~.
“Ah, uhm.. .Yes, Sunohara Kokona. I’m the instructor for the Plum Blossom Garden students. I may look like a kid, but I’m not, so don’t get any ideas!”
Kokona exclaimed, rather snappily at that. Mari didn’t flinch though, and gave a warm, understanding smile to the girl. She would normally have given a more formal introduction, walking over and offering a sister’s prayer along with her bow, however, the situation was a bit more. . . tense than Mari would like.
“So, let's go to work. Give me the other half sensei left, and we can finish in no time. Two hours is enough time, right?”
Mari cringed internally. Two more hours? She already had worked for three!! Kokona was serious, though.
“W-well, I was getting ready to take a break, actual..”
An insistent slam against the desk made Mari jump a bit. It was hard to tell, but Kokona was trying to assert herself it seemed. Not that it was working, but Mari was kind enough to listen.
“You aren't seriously going to slack off when Sensei has trusted us right…? What if she comes back and we aren't finished? If sensei has to work hard after resolving a crisis… isn't that cruel on our end?”
Mari wanted to deny that– no, she had to. Clutching her crotch as she squirmed in her chair, she offered a rebuttal.
“I-it'l only be a few minutes, just a momen–”
Another slam, and Kokona refuted her rebuttal;
“If you have enough time to whine, you have enough time to work. Show me the basics of the paperwork and we can handle it!”
A pouty ‘hmph’ from Kokona was given as Mari swallowed the lump in her throat. Kokona was…pushy, for sure. Was she this hard on her students? The way Sensei talked about her, she didn't get this pushy impression…
‘Hmph… Baka Sensei… I thought it was gonna be the two of us, but you invited someone else…? Who does she think she is, ruining my time with you…? And trying to make you work harder..? I’ll make sure she works until it's all finished, Sensei!’
Kokona didn’t notice the nervous shifts of Mari as she came around the desk, eyes scanning the documents and watching Mari’s demonstration. She watched a few of the papers be filled out as an example before grabbing her stack, and taking a seat at a desk across from Mari.
. . .
‘U-ughh.. It’s almost done, but I’m nearing my limit here…’
The two girls were working steadily hard, though Mari was struggling to keep pace, much to Kokona’s chagrin. It was a bit out of character, but Kokona had come all the way from Shanhaijing to gain tutelage under Sensei– not some Trinity sister.
‘And she’s lazy… Just what does Sensei see in me that she could offer me help?!’
Kokona scoffed internally. Her beliefs weren’t founded in nothing, however. Mari’s pencil frequently paused in its writing, and she kept fidgeting. Whereas Kokona could clear a pile every ten minutes, Mari was taking nearly double that time. Kokona’s pile was almost finished– and it was hard for the eleven-year-old to not gain a bit of an ego that a teenager was struggling to match her, especially in something she just learned to do. Writing with increased fervor, Kokona finished her piles, and let out a haughty sigh as she organized them and set them aside. A smug smile was given as she glanced over at Mari’s remaining work.
“Jeez, Sensei should be here soon… Hurry up already.”
Kokona smirked and relaxed as Mari wrote as best she could, hand shaky with nerves as she signed forms and scanned them for anything important. Her left hand clutched her pussy tightly, as faint spurts of urine had begun to leak out of her. Her panties were far from soaked, but dry wasn’t an accurate description of them either. She had about ten papers left, and around twenty minutes until Sensei arrived. She could finish the papers and have enough time to excuse herself, provided Kokona stopped finding something to pester her with.
‘I’m almost there… You can do it without making a mess of yourself.. Be a proper role model for her!’
At least, that’s what Mari wanted to do. It was easier said than done, her thighs quivering and bouncing inwards as a hand gripped her crotch, giving it a tight squeeeeze to ensure nothing else leaked out. If it was just going pee, Mari wouldn’t have been so desperate, but she was fighting two battles at once. Every few minutes or so, her tummy would churn, a painful cramp would hit her bowels, and Mari would need to shift her hand from her groin to her stomach, offering a prayer to whatever God was listening that her growls weren’t audible.
Every paper was a struggle for the orange haired Sister, her hand shakily signing documents and eyes shiftily skimming them as she wriggled in her seat. The pressure was immense both front and back, and her focus was less so on the work than holding now. Her toes curled, shaky hands struggling to make a legible signature. Her legs shifted, her tummy giving a low growl as she raised her ass off the seat slightly. She didn’t want to– but she needed to relieve some pressure.
Ffrrrrttt…rrrrpprbbrrr…sshhhrrrrph
Mari let out a sigh as she flexed her pink hole, only allowing it to briefly flower and let some eager gas out. Despite the relief it offered, her stomach knotted up again, twisting and causing her to raise her hand to clutch it in pain. Her bladder didn’t miss the opportunity, spasming as her hand left, causing Mari to let out a sharp yelp, all of her muscles tightening in a panicked response to clench her urethra closed and prevent the dam from bursting. Unfortunately for Mari, it didn’t work well, and the clenching of all her muscles caused her to press the pencil against the paper too hard, snapping the graphite tip and sending its dust over the paper. Her poor, white panties welcomed another spurt of fluid, greedily drinking more of the SIster’s piss, staining the white yellow with her piss before beginning to seep out as it reached its threshold for absorption. Fortunately, a Sister dressed in all black~. It wouldn’t be noticeable, without looking closely. But her pencil. . . Glancing at the cup of materials, there weren't any replacements within arms reach.
‘D-dang it…’
She glanced at the old-fashioned pencil sharpener, bolted to the wall– it was an archaic remnant of how schools used to be before they'd fully transitioned to digital teachings. Every student usually did their work digitally, so why did Schale even use paper documents?! Mari knew full well it was the most secure way to consolidate information, though, and begrudgingly eyed the sharpener. It was only a few steps away, but her body was screaming for relief. The toilet was only around fifteen steps further if she left the room– But she was nearly done. Glancing at the clock with shifty eyes, she gulped as she noticed the time. Sensei would be there soon. And if she had finished with Kokona, surely she’d reward them and praise them. . . What a relief it would be for Sensei to not have to work more.
‘Ah, that’s n-no good.. I don’t need to be thinking of relief right nowww…’
The dog nun whimpered in her head, her hands shakily leaving her lap and tummy. Grabbing the pencil with sweaty palms, Mari gulped and gripped the desk, pushing off it as her bladder gave a low ache, and something heavy descended on her bowels. She nearly let out a yelp, but she couldn’t let Kokona realize she was desperate. Still, allowing gravity to affect her bowels was a mistake, her hole not quite up to the task of holding it in. Immediately, the pink bud flowered, blooming open and allowing the tip of something warm and sticky to touch cotton. Her cheeks flushed, though there was nothing she could do but clench tightly, urging her sphincter to pull the turd back into her bowels. It inched slowly as she tried to gain some stability, though the small trickle of warmth on her vaginal folds made her realize that she had to commit to the task. She could clean up before Sensei arrived, but not if she had an accident. Quickly flattening her dress, Mari began walking with an awkward gait towards the sharpener. Ignoring the hissing spurts of her bladder, Mari clenched her muscles as tight as she could as she reached the sharpener, twisting its handle and quickly accomplishing the task before trying to rush back.
frrrbrbrbr-sprrbbrbbrrttt-BRBBRBRRSSRRT
Mari ignored it, though she knew Kokona had to have heard it. Her anus flowered as the turd slid out of her tired anus, slicking the rim and tenting in her panties as it nestled itself between her lower cheeks. She didn’t bother sitting at the desk, scratching the signature on the paper before immediately beelining for the door.
“H-hey, where are you going–”
“B-bathroom!”
Mari ignored Kokona, hands freely clutching herself. Her bladder was aching, a burning pain stinging her stomach and urethra, and the dull, heavy feeling was fully weighing down on her anal muscles. Appearances meant little now– She was urinating on herself with every second, even if she was technically not fully bursting, she couldn’t stop the spurts anymore. She speed walked as piss began hissing out, the spurts growing to a steady trickle, and then a stream. Rivulets of urine soaked her panties and streamed down her thighs, wetting her socks and soaking the dress that she had been pressing against her privates in an effort to hold it. Similarly, she was losing the battle on the back end too. Her anus twitched and grew tired, the hole closing around the turd and pinching it off, though it wasn’t done either. She could feel her bowels trying to push the entire thing out, and so she hastily opened the sliding door to sprint for the bathroom, only a few steps aw–
CRASHHHHHH
Mari found herself stumbling forwards, her face buried into a soft, fleshy canyon as she fell forward onto something warm. Groaning, she let out a gasp, eyes opening as she struggled to get herself off of the figure she was entangled with. More pressing than that, she felt her continence leave her, bladder and bowels taking the shock of falling as an opportunity. Piss hissed out as she struggled to lift herself from the torso of… whoever she was on, bassy, wet farts drowning the sound of urine out as she absolutely soaked the clothes of the person that her pussy was currently mounted on. Through the tears in her eyes, she couldn’t make out that person’s identity, though the voice that came out startled her.
“M-mari..? Are you okay…?”
Her eyes widened.
‘T-this must be a nightmare…’
PRBRBBFRRRBR-SPRRBRBBRBRBSSSRRT-BRAAARRBBRBRBRSSHRRPPBRBRBRT
Mari couldn’t even muster the will to move, chunks of warm shit oozing out of her and into the seat of her panties, the waistband sagging as she uncontrollably deposited the full weight of her bowels into her panties. Even in her distressed state, she couldn't deny the inherent relief of the action– Her anus, while originally doing its best to not pass any stool, was now freshly lubed up by her shit. She could feel her hole stretching and extending, pushing out a thick log. Her panties were bulging heavily from the rocky log, and she could feel the girth of it between her asscheeks, spreading her tight ass. Eventually, her muscles needed a break after involuntarily forcing shit out, and Mari could feel her sphincter weakening. It gave out in one go, her anus twitching tentatively as it met someーbut not muchーresistance from being pinched off. Mari wanted to cry as she could feel the hefty, thick log sticking between her asscheeks. The sensation of sticky poop and the tough log slowly being smushed with every micro movement she made, the long log riding up her asscrack and slowly down to her pussy as it eventually got smushed enough to lose its rocky texture, looking more like chocolate soft serve.
To make matters worse…
“S-sensei… i-its not what you think.. .I-I…”
Mari started, tears strolling down her cheeks as steamy shit stained her pale moons, the sticky feeling growing as her poopy bulge was surely felt by Sensei as it grew on her chest.
‘T-this is it.. I c-can’t believe I pooped my panties on Sensei… Not only did I get her dirty, but I also had an accident in front of my Kouhai… Sensei’s gonna send me home…’
Mari’s eyes closed as she sniffled, only to be met with the warm hands of Sensei grabbing her under her armpits. Lifting her as the two slowly stood, her hands moved to pat her head and grab her free hand.
“Are you okay, Mari? Kokona, can you run to the nurse’s office and grab some things for us? I’ll help her clean up!”
Kokona was wide-eyed– Was that why Mari wanted a break? She felt terrible now. . .Sure, she was mad that her time with Sensei was imposed on, but. . .
“Sensei, I can actually handle this… You go to the nurse’s, I have more experience. Sometimes the Plum Blossom students also have accidents, so. . .”
Mari felt herself hiccup as she sniffled. She couldn’t blush anymore than she already was, but being compared to kindergartners… Kokona’s small hand grabbed her and led her to the women’s restroom, locking the door behind them.
A few moments of letting Mari calm down passed, before Kokona cleared her throat.
“I-it's okay, Mari. Lots of.. well, it happens to everyone. Even Shun-nee-chan had one, and she's even older than you! Maybe as old as Sensei!”
Kokona did her best to comfort Mari. It wasn't like her to air her sister’s business out, but comforting a studentーeven if it wasn't her ownーwas something any instructor should be able to do.
“Let's see the damage…”
Grabbing the sister's dress with some help from the messy victim herself, Kokona kneeled down slightly and peeked at the girl's panties. She was face first with Mari's pissy panties and soaked cunny, and she didn't flinch at the stench. After all, she changed tons of kids.
“Turn around for me?”
Kokona watched as Mari took tiny, shimmying steps to rotate, and the child visibly cringed. There was certainly a difference from her usual changes. Mari pooped at least three times as much as a little girl would. Still! The process was more or less the same.
“I'm taking your panties off now, Mari.”
Kokona's hands moved simultaneously with her voice, grabbing the sagging waistband. She had to admit, she was surprised a girl as dainty as Mari could produce such… mess. The form-fitting panties bulged out heavily, and managed to stain her piss-soaked satin whites brown at the seat. The size was nothing to scoff at– it looked like two students took a dump and combined it. The bulge was lumpy all over, uneven, yet mostly taking the rough shape of a sphere, around a grapefruit in size. Clearly it'd gotten squished too, as Kokona could see some mushy brown smeared between Mari's asscrack from where the waistband was sagging.
Pulling them down was easy enough, though. With how much poop Mari had made, it was as if the panties had a will of their own, drooping down her legs with a subtle tug along Kokona's fingers. Eventually, they reached her ankles, and she guided Mari to step out of them, now noticing a soft ‘squish' sound. The poor girl must've soaked into her shoes and filled them with pee. Walking over to the toilet, Kokona held the poopy panties cat's cradle style, dumping the large load into the Japanese toilet. It splattered against the ground, and she quickly flushed several times to rid it of evidence. Turning back to Mari, she undid her shoes and took her socks off while Mari stood silently, only speaking up while Kokona laid her dirty garments in the sink.
“T-thank you, Kokona… I'm sorry I couldn't be a better role model..”
Mari apologized. Running the water, Kokona hummed as she began to soak the poopy panties in the sink, separately from her socks. Rinsing them in water, she applied soap to the stained seat and gently began dabbing the material against the porcelain sink, before turning back to Mari as she let the clothing materials soak while the water ran.
“D-don’t apologize…”
‘It's my fault somewhat anyway…’
Grabbing some toilet paper, Kokona returned to her squat, balling it up until she had a sizable wad. The damage was… severe, to say the least. Mari’s ass was almost completely dirtied, pale skin being a sight for sore eyes from how she smushed the turd against Sensei while it came out. Her front seemed to be fairing better, though spare bits of feces had made their way onto her intimate bits as well. Dabbing the paper against her ass, a little, firm hand cupped Mari’s hip to hold her steady as Kokona began wiping. To start with, she was focused on wiping up all of the shit from the cheeks to make it more of a clean area she could touch. Especially since with a glance at the girl's butt, Kokona could tell that some feces had nestled up nicely between her cheeks.
Around four wads of toilet paper later, and Mari’s butt(at least, the cheeks) were as clean as if they’d never been pooped on. Wiping some sweat off her brow and admiring her handiwork, a sense of confidence began budding in Kokona. Even if the kids got older, she was just as capable of caring for them. But, that was before she got to the hard part. Now she had to get the build up of gunk and mush out from the center. Grabbing Mari’s buttocks gently, Kokona used her fingers to gently spread her buttcheeks. The stench intensified, but the kind hands of the Plum Blossom instructor never wavered. Grabbing another wad, she began to wipe the sister’s crack, digging deep in and touching the base of her tailbone with it. Mari let out a slight yelp and squirmed, though Kokona’s hands were firm in holding her. Grabbing her by the cheeks, Kokona’s petite fingers deftly spread her buttocks, exposing the mush to the air as wad after wad was forcefully dragged down her underside, from tailbone-to-pussy. But, Sensei was trusting her to see it through! Wiping thoughtfully, Kokona used paper after paper to ensure no scatty residue was left on her butt, between her cheeks, or even between her little folds.
And she finished just in time, as the moment Kokona’s body stood up and Mari’s skirt fell, Sensei had returned, knocking on the door before using their own key to unlock it.
“Ah, wonderful! I managed to find a spare nun uniform and some panties, and it looks like the socks will fit too. You can change up, and uhm…”
Digging through her purse, Sensei pulled out a forbidden item– something permitted only for emergencies that caused both girls to gasp.
“I need you guys to run me an errand. See, there’s this dessert shop I wanted to stop at on my way back. . . Do you guys think you could run there and try some things? And pick me up, hmm… A creme donut, if you could? Try as much as you want so I have a list of things to try next time I can go!”
The two girls looked at each other as Mari graciously accepted the garments, taking Sensei’s credit card and nodding. Pulling the new panties up as she took her Sister’s garb off, Mari had to conceal a smile. Even in this situation, Sensei was still being kind to her. . .
. . .
“Wow, it's packed. . . This line is crazy. Only the Black Tortoise Promenade gets this busy back at Shanhaijing…”
Kokona commented, her eyes widening at the sheer volume of people visiting this new shop in D.U Shiratori. Still, she wasn't surprised. This District was popular, and where Schale was.
“Ah, Trinity has a few places like this… Perhaps the After School Sweets Club would know more about that…”
Mari replied, prompting Kokona to give a look of awe. Was Trinity some really fantastic place? Maybe she should visit sometime. . .
“Wow, really? Well, it's going to be awhile… the shop has a wait timer, see?”
Kokona pointed to the front of the store, which was unfortunately around fifty meters from them, each meter of space holding around 2 or 3 people in a line. From where Mari was standing, the squint of her blue eyes revealed the timer to say…
“A-an hour and a half?!”
Mari and Kokona both let out a whine. Sensei was paying, so it wasn't the worst. . . But neither girl wanted to waste nearly two hours away from Sensei. Kokona was the first to complain–
“M-maybe we should call Sensei and tell her it's too busy…?”
Mari wanted to agree, but. . . To be honest, she didn't really feel like seeing Sensei quite yet. She'd still not gotten over pooping her panties on her. To that end, she was desperate to prove that she was capable of helping Sensei, in any way she could.
“N-no! Sensei is counting on us!”
Mari exclaimed, putting her foot down. Despite suggesting otherwise, Kokona was on board with the idea of staying. That was the logic the two girls used to justify spending two hours of their time standing in line. At least it wasn’t all bad, though. The shop was big on hospitality and maintaining customer satisfaction and interest, and as such, a waitress came through the line.
“Free Choco Mocha Mint Caramel Drizzle with Whipped Cream! Try a free 10 oz sample while you wait!”
Mari and Kokona’s eyes lit up, grabbing their cups. It smelled delectable, and the taste was one Mari could appreciate; though the same couldn’t be said for the smaller, oreo–haired girl. One sip, and she was–
“Bleerrrh! Icky, what is that?!”
Wiping her tongue on a napkin in her pocket, Mari giggled at the childish reaction from the younger assistant, patting her head as she sipped hers down. It was an acquired taste, one that Mari herself indulged in on long, dragging days at the cathedral.
“It’s espresso, Kokona-san… You probably thought mocha was some sort of chocolate?”
Her younger compatriot nodded, eliciting a soft smile from Mari as she rubbed her head, continuing to explain.
“Mocha is a type of coffee flavoring, Kokona-san. So if we order a mocha latte, it’s a latte with chocolate flavoring. This drink is a chocolate mocha drink with caramel drizzled onto whipped cream, see?”
Kokona wiped off her tongue, her expression sifting into one of disgust. Kokona pushed the cup towards Mari, the older girl taking it curiously, though she had an inkling of an idea of why she was receiving it–
“You drink it… I-its bitter…”
She whined. Giggling a bit, Mari took it, allowing the beverage to grace her lips as whipped cream residue was left on her lips. Licking it off with her tongue, Mari downed both the beverages, continuing to share small talk in line with Kokona.
It was only two hours or so, right? What could possibly happen?
. . .
One hour later . . .
“Ugh, why’s it taking them so long…? I know it said an hour and a half, but the timer hasn’t even changed…”
Kokona stood in an awkward fashion, though she tried to make her annoyance at the wait more prevalent in the way she condoned herself. Mari was similarly getting impatient, though she wasn’t as annoyed. She gave a knowing, agreeing smile, eyes closed as she listened to the more impatient of the two continue to complain. To be honest, the wait wasn’t that bad, though she obviously would prefer not to wait. The main issue was the two choco mocha mint caramel drizzles she drank were running through her, and fast. The day was decently warm– not enough to be sweating buckets and risking dehydration, but enough that she felt the urge to use the toilet budding up, and fast. Not that she needed to go desperately, but. . . It was coffee. She was sure it was only half done making its rounds ravaging her lower half. But still… There was no way she’d have two accidents. Not twice in a day. She absolutely refused. A hand reached for her nether region, gently squeezing her holy bits as she shimmied forwards in line. She resisted the urge to squirm and fidget openly; not that she needed to yet. That wouldn’t last long if things kept moving so slowly, though.
‘Y-you musn’t defecate on yourself again, Mari… Remember, you’re supposed to be showing Kokona-san how to be a proper role model…’
Those thoughts echoed through her mind, her palm squeezing her cunny tightly whenever her furtive eyes would scan to ensure privacy. The more minutes that passed by, and the more Mari wasn’t certain she was going to be able to wait until they got back to Schale. She was a mature girl, though. The only shame she could feel would be if she soiled herself again, there was no shame in using the toilet in public. She clutched and squirmed away from the prying eyes of the general public, gripping her pussy whenever she could find time, a hand absentmindedly rubbing her midriff to nurse her gurgling belly. A soft frbbrfrrpprbrbrst decorated the seat of her panties, along with some tiny, unnoticeable droplets staining the front of her panties. She needed to at least hold it a bit longer though– their place in line was finally here!
“Look, Mari! W-we can order now!”
She forced a smile at Kokona, too desperate to notice that Kokona’s voice was faltering. Straightening her posture as she walked up to the register, Mari impatiently squirmed as the two students read the menu. To be honest, none of it was appealing. All Mari could focus on was planting her bum on a toilet seat and letting out a saintly sigh of relief, and the sweets and cafe drinks would only serve to further scar her borrowed panties.
Frbrbrffrrtbbt
Mari stiffened visibly as she passed gas, a sickeningly warm and damp feeling squeezing through her sweaty, clenched cheeks. Her face flushed as she could instantly smell the noxious gas even amongst the bakery-like smell that was otherwise filling the room. Her face pinkened, and she hastily ordered with Kokona before making way for the next customer to order. They were instructed to stand to the side and wait for their order, but. . .
‘N-no.. no more stalling… I need to go now!’
Mari could feel it knocking, the presence of a large, muddy mass pressing against her twitching rosebud and tentatively peeking the head of a knobby log out.
“N-ne, Ko-”
“M-mari… I need to use the toilet…”
The tug on her sleeve and soft, worried voice of the littler student caused Mari's expression to contort to one of confusion, and then relief. A mistake that was, as she could feel her mound getting wet and warm as piss hissed out from her holes. Clenching her muscles as her thighs twitched inwards, Mari forced yet another smile, putting a hand on Kokona's back.
“I-I… also need to, there's one over there..”
Mari pointed, and the two girls did their best to maintain appearances. Neither were particularly good at it, though Mari was doing better than Kokona at least. The poor child was visibly clutching her crotch and a hand over her rear, and anyone close could hear tiny little sharts coming from her bum. Fortunately, it was packed, so not many people did– or maybe they didn't bother to comment on a little girl being desperate.
The pair eventually after a painstakingly long, seven step walk, made it to the doorway. Twisting the knob to open it caused both girls' bladders to spasm and let out a leak, Kokona's leaking and causing the crotch of her choengsam to visibly grow wet.
“O-only one..?!”
Mari's belly churned as she felt some feces utterly slam into her sphincter. It took all of her continence to keep it in, though she somehow managed. She really, truly didn't want to shit herself. Not again, anyway. But, to take a toilet away from a younger student..?
“Y-you can go first… You're younger than me, and I-I can wait. It's not that bad.”
Kokona's eyes widened with hope as she was now releasing a steady trickle, her legs crossed in a potty dance and soaking the top of her inner thighs in response.
“B-but, are you sure…? Earlier…”
Mari interjected,
“W-was a one time thing. I'll be fine, Kokona-san. You can go fir…st..”
Mari kept her composure mostly intact, only drawing out the last word of her sentence as she felt herself urinating. Kokona wanted to object, but the sudden, sharp PRBRBBBRSST that came from the elementary girl caused her to quickly bolt in, locking the door behind her.
With some semblance of privacy obtained, Mari openly clutched herself, her thighs utterly shaking as urine hissed into her panties. Waddling over, she spotted a nearby mop bucket, spreading her legs and allowing her girlish fluids to fully spread through her undies, dripping down and cascading into the bucket below. She let out a soft whimper, pissing herself for the second time, though her relief in containing her bowels were short lived. She had no say in the matter, no matter how much her brain wanted her to hold it, her body wasn't taking no for an answer. Bending her legs instinctively, the sister's body began the process of involuntarily voiding her bowels.
In some way, Mari may have been lucky to shit herself earlier. Despite the utterly disgusting sound that trumped out of her rear;
FRBBBBRBFFFRRRTSSSHRLRLPLABBBRBBBBBBRRRTT,
The shit that followed came out in one steady wave. Her anus relaxed and descended, protruding from her cheeks and kissing her borrowed satins. The kiss was interrupted quickly, though, as a heaping, hefty wave of shit exploded out of her, ballooning the seat of her panties under her dress. She could feel the solid mush spread up her asscrack and slightly forward, though she quickly used a finger to adjust so that didn't occur. With hands pulling at her waistband through fabric, gripping it as the familiar stretch of her anus and shit spitting into her panties occurred. Her legs bent a bit, legs spreading as she bore down and felt the instinctive push of her exhausted bowels. Mari grunted, allowing more of her mawkish accident to occur. She huffed as thick logs of shit coiled out, decorating her asscheeks and filling her panties until they'd successfully grown to the size of a grapefruit. With one more pathetic whimper, Mari let out an unladylike trumpet of a fart, and with it, another turd oozed out. The log coiled up into her mushy load, nestling itself nicely in her overloaded panties and planting itself nicely against her already dirtied asshole. With the accident finally finished, tears welled up as Mari stood, half crouched and knees bent; pooping her panties like some sort of toddler. A glance downwards caused her the brief respite that her accident wasn't visible, and for all the bravado and stink of her farts, the mess itself didn't actually stink. Even if she'd have to occasionally tug her panties back up, each tug up smushing shit against her partially developed undercarriage, smearing between her asscheeks and against her pussy, further staining her satin as it dirtied up the seat of her panties as much as it did her skin. Perhaps she could wash up in the privy when Kokona finished, and nobody would be any wiser!
Fwoooooosh!
Click!
The sound of the toilet flushing and door unlocking made Mari's ears perk up, quickly returning to the doorway as she eagerly waited for the child's exit. The door slowly creaked open, and the guilty expression caused a lump to form in Mari's throat.
“W-what's wrong Kokona-san…? Did you…?’
“N-no! I-i mean, no, it's just… it's clogged, so you can't… I-im sorry, Mari-san!”
Kokona bowed her head, eyes clenched shut tightly. She felt guilty, and said feeling gripped her heart to deliver such news when she knew Mari might have an accident– but that wasn't the only reason.
. . .
Moments prior. . .
‘A-almost there! I-I made it! See, Shun-nee! Take that!’
Kokona's thoughts were that of victory as her petite figure hastily struggled to grab the toilet lid, fingers missing a few times as she felt her body expelling piss into her peroro panties, soaking them thoroughly. As soon as the lid was up, Kokona turned around, planting her small rump on the seat and pushing. She let out an adorable grunt and sigh of relief, piss pshhhhing out of her cute little princess parts. She moaned as she voided, her anus sputtering out several mushy logs of shit that didn't seem to end. Each one was a surprising texture for her– normally she was diligent about her diet, and her poops had the perfect consistency. Not too hard, but not too runny either. Though, if she recalled correctly, she had ignored her veggies recently… And with the sweets she’d eaten on the way to Sensei instead of her sister’s homecooked, healthy bento. . .
“Urk.. No wonder its so…mushy.”
Kokona held her nose as she straightened her posture, her fists balling up on her knees as she bore down on her bowels. Instantly they responded, a loud bla-BHHABBBBBTT echoing into the bowl, a heavy, sharty explosion of shit splattering and sending warm, mushy shit all over what lay under Kokona’s anus. Even though it was a rather disgusting release, Kokona was smiling, basking in the relief it offered her. She sat on the potty for around 4 minutes, letting clumps of scat push past her hole and…
Why was it warm? And why did she feel so sticky down there? Gasping, she raised her bum slightly, only to realize her mistake. Tears welled in her eyes as she sniffled, trying not to sob.
“N-no… I'm a big girl! It happens to everyone, even Mari-san! Besides… she might have another one!”
Kokona quickly gave herself a pep talk, and began the cleaning process. She diligently dumped the shit in the bowl, wiping up her underdeveloped lady bits efficiently, and the last task was to dispose of her soiled panties. She cringed as the white panties with the cutest mascot had to go, but she'd utterly demolished them with her cute little butt.
“Sorry, peroro…”
She apologized to the creature. Looking for a wastebasket, Kokona was surprised to find the lack of one. She was panicking, holding poopy panties in her palms and wondering what she could do. The sound of Mari's fart had pierced through the wall though, and Kokona realized she had to act fast to save her friend's dignity. Thinking fast, she tossed them in the bowl with the shit and quickly flushed. She proudly placed her hands on her hips, watching them swirling and swirling until.
Grllgrtgrrkkk…
The sound of gurgling, and the swirling visibly stopped. The water level rose to almost flooding, and Kokona's eyes widened.
“U-uhm…uh oh…”
. . .
Present. . .
“Y-you’re serious…?”
Mari was utterly stunned, a pit dropping in her stomach as she felt like crying right there, the warm, mushy mass sitting in her panties reminding her just how juvenile she felt right now. To make matters worse, it seemed like the younger girl hadn’t had an accident either… While that could be chalked up to Mari’s selflessness, she still felt awkward.
“W-well, let’s just grab our stuff and hurry back. . .I can hold it..”
Mari interjected, grabbing Kokona’s hand and leading her quickly through the restaurant to their food. She was being mindful of how she walked, the soaked satin’s rubbing her pussy in all the right ways. She had to stifle a slight moan as the girls carried their little baggy out, exiting the store to return to being basked in the sun’s heat.
Truthfully, it wasn’t that hot. Kokona seemed fine, especially as she sucked on a popsicle that was part of their group purchase. She was rather pleased, humming cutely as she allowed the cold treat to cool her off.
“Aah.. that hit the spot. It’s such lovely weather today~.”
Kokona had fully trusted Mari’s decision to be able to hold it– she’d be mad if it were the other way around and Mari was constantly checking if she needed to go. As such, she showed respect to the older lady, walking side by side with her.
Mari wasn’t taking the rather mild weather well in comparison. It wasn’t that, actually, but rather she was too embarrassed and nervous to walk around Kivotos with poopy panties. Every step and sway of her ass squished her scat closer to her lady bits, causing her face to turn pink. Sweat rolled down the side of her face, brushing her cheeks and down her chin. Similarly, sweat was rolling down her asscheeks, the sweat mixing in with the rank stench of her shit. The heat intensified the stench, and Mari’s nose twitched as the scent rose. She fanned her rear as she walked through the crowd, boarding the train with Kokona, who fortunately didn’t seem to notice.
“Do… do you guys smell something…?”
The voice of a girl not too far from them on the train, who began holding her nose. Mari tried to ignore it, but. . .
“Yeah, it stinks like poo. . .”
Her face flushed, and she felt her stomach turn. Rubbing it nervously, Mari figured it was just nerves, but the sudden, sharp frrrrttbbtrt! that came from her had her concerned. Nursing her stomach with rhythmic circles, Mari let out a quiet whimper.
‘T-there’s no way… so soon. . .?’
Mari groaned quietly as her bowels churned again, feeling them make squelching noises as the coffee made its second rounds through her. She couldn't resist letting out some more gas, the sticky, wet sharts bubbling in her cheeks. Unfortunately for Mari, the shit packed in her cheeks caused the gas and shit to bubble as she ripped ass, making a sickening, quiet prbbbbrbrrsst sound. The train's ambiance covered it mostly, but. . . Kokona was low enough and close enough to hear and smell it. Clutching her nose a bit, Kokona quickly pretended she didn't smell anything, tugging on Mari as she tried to draw attention away from her.
“M-mari-san… Can you hold it…?”
Kokona asked quietly, averting her gaze as Mari used both hands to clutch her tummy. The sister's eyes closed as she felt it coming out– a thick log tenting her mushy panties out further. Exhaling, the sister had no choice but to push as she cramped up. Audibly shitting herself in public, but her tummy needed to be relieved. The farts picked up in volume as the nun filled her britches with more shit, that first, heavy log being the only solid thing in her. Immediately once it was expelled and nestled against the ocean of mush, pure, liquid diarrhea splattered the semi solid and log, soaking it in her watery, chunky fecal expulsion. Mari sniffled a bit, though she mostly grunted as the crowd made room for her. Her dress grew wet by her pussy as she urinated, piss soaking her clothing visibly as it puddled under her. It was relieving in a way– urine spraying out of her like a hose as her hot fluids steamed her bits, the feeling of loose stool rushing down her thighs and into her socks. The floor of the train grew messy in both ways– a golden puddle being decorated by the soft, chunky turds that forced their way past the leg-guards of her panties. Noisy, splattering farts continued for several minutes straight as Mari publicly voided herself, the nun covering her mouth and sniffling.
DING! DING! Now Boarding–
She couldn't react in time, as the doors opened and immediately caused her to get bumped into by a wave of people. Her feet struggled for balance, though she inevitably slipped in her puddle. She let out a squeal, hands grasping onto the nearest thing– which so happened to be Kokona's dress. Gripping it, it was yanked down and–
rrrRIIIIIIP!- sQUUURRRILLLLSCCHH
The sound of tearing cloth and mushy shit caused the train to stop. Kokona had been dragged down partially to be pinning Mari down almost, her hands fortunately placed just outside the boundary of her incident to break her fall. Mari laid under Kokona, ass fully planted on the ground and eyes opening in horror at the immediate demolition of whatever semblance of cleanliness she had left. Shit had gone everywhere. It was all the way up on her pussy now, some even making ways inside her folds, and she could feel liquid shit halfway up her back. Her dress had a huge shit stain all over as she remained starstruck in her accident, though she couldn't think much. The squeal from the younger girl, whose dress she'd torn right up in her fall–
Kokona's pussy was on full display for everyone to see, especially in the rather provocative pose she'd landed herself in, giving them a view of her tight asshole too. It was mostly pink, though there were thick clumps of brown mush decorating her ass and her vagina. Helping Mari up, Kokona dragged her as best she could off the train as photos were being snapped, free hand trying to tug the remnants of her clothing over her bits. She beelined for the station bathroom, ignoring the loud, obtuse sharts Mari was letting out along with the trail of mess. There was a line for the bathroom, but the complainers in the line quickly grew silent when they saw– and smelled Mari, offering sympathetic gazes and confused ones to the unwiped, streaking Sunohara. Mari’s face was hot with embarrassment, and her loins ached. She chalked it up to exhaustion on holding it for so long, and glanced down at the younger girl apologetically. She’d made everything worse by having another accident. . . And forced her to be half-naked, too.
Just on how Earth were they going to get home. . .?
. . .
“Phew. . . What a long day…”
Wiping some sweat from her brow, Mari offered a silent prayer as she sat within the confessional booth. It was a long day of bearing the sins of the Trinity sisters, but a duty that Mari was proud to be one of the few who could do it. Even still, it was intense. She devoted her all into absolving the Trinity students of their (mostly) minor sins, and the occasional visit from other schools always spiced things up. Not that Iochi Mari was concerned with worldly things like drama– She was a holy sister of Trinity, and ordained to absolve sins. A glance at her phone as she tapped the screen lit up the inside of the booth, the display popping up to show the time to the girl.
“4:55, huh… Almost time…”
Mari’s tummy gave a violent churn, causing her face to turn pink. The accidents that had occurred during her time with Sensei were a day or two behind her now, but she still felt the same heat of embarrassment when being reminded of them. Shifting in her seat, she clasped herself, huffing silently. She needed to go, sure, but there was no way she wouldn’t make it. And as uncomfortable as that feeling of needing the toilet was, she felt comfort in knowing that this time, her using the toilet was inevitable. A glance at her phone again, and the time was just one minute away from being excused. A soft, bubbly rrbbbrbrrbfrrrt rippled out of her ass, and Mari sighed in relief. Sure, she could feel a wave of hot shit sitting right at her door, but with thirty seconds left, she didn’t mind at all. Standing up and flattening her dress, she took a moment to compose herself, ensuring that she wasn’t going to burst the second she stood. Her hand moved for the handle when she was sure she wouldn’t explode–
Creeeeeeeeakkkk– BAM
The sound of a door opening and closing on the other side caught Mari off guard, jumping slightly on her end of the booth. Urine spritzed out like a leaky faucet, decorating her white flower panties with a nice and tiny patch of sunflowers. Panting came from the other side as the figure caught their breath, and Mari nervously pulled her phone out.
“A-am I too late…? I ran here so fast, but…”
That voice caused Mari to pause– Kokona…? If she came all the way here, the confession must be something important. Gulping, the time clicked to 5 right in front of Mari, and caused her to elicit a whimper. She was surely going to regret this, but for a friend. . .
“L-let’s begin the confession…”
Mari forced herself to sound confident. Kokona obviously recognized the voice, though that only made her more excited to do this. If it was a trusted friend, maybe confessing wouldn’t be so bad!
. . .
“. . .And then, I was so fed up with her… I mean, it was bad enough that the other kids called me Cacona, but my own sister called me Kokona Shitohana…! I had enough! Shun-nee wasn’t going to get away with it on my watch. So, I waited a few days and got the strongest laxative possible from the Eastern Alchemy Society… And maybe I…”
The sounds of Kokona’s confession were being listened to, though how much she’d be able to retain was anyone’s guess. Sitting on the stool, Mari bit her bottom lip as she rocked in her seat, trying not to spill more out. She was positively bursting, and the feeling was oddly reminiscent of needing to go potty when she was a little fox. Too shy to ask in class, Mari had old memories of having the same blunders in her seat as a little girl. Some things never changed it seemed, as Mari did her best to keep her continence in control– With arguable success. Kokona had been painstakingly dragging the story out for full context; something Mari did not need to absolve her of sin! As a result, fifteen minutes flew by, Mari barely being able to keep her body in control, her bladder giving up much quicker than her bowels. Her pee wanted out, and no amount of hands on her kitty was preventing it. The spurts only grew as Kokona explained her own wetting, eventually causing Mari to elicit a soft moan and whimper– Her urethra gave up, and her thighs convulsed involuntarily as piss began to soak her vulva and the rest of her pussy alike. The urine pooled under her and drenched her clothing, the pissy puddle soaking the wood as urine spread under her asscheeks, giving them a nice and damp warming. She wanted to cry, but to be honest, pee wasn’t the thing she was scared of. Sure, sitting in her pissy pants like a little girl was bad enough, but there was no way in heaven she would soil herself– and defile her panties with something so, so…
“--filthy! It just came out like, like…”
Mari’s face flushed over red, huffing silently as she tried to intently listen to Kokona’s story. She needed a distraction, though arguably not this one. Her anus twitched and flowered, rancid, soft poots sputtering dirty air into her panties, though not for long. Bits of fecal matter quickly found their way to her exit, and those farts graduated to sharts in real time. She wanted to gasp, to rush out of the booth, to do something before her shit burst out of her ass like–
“Like squeezing toothpaste out!”
Mari huffed and bit her finger, whispering soft pleas of denial as her ass did just that. Shit coiled into her panties, the thick, soft ropes of scat bending and softly settling into their new home. Her panties quickly became the new resident of her scatty unleash, mushy poop filling the seat and tenting them out as Mari raised her rear up to allow it to bulge properly. The smell caught wind in her nostrils instantly, the rancid stink reminding her of–
“Of a sewage tank, it was so gross! Shun-nee was so embarrassed that she pooped herself that badly, and no matter how much she tried to hold it in on the playground, it just kept coming out in front of the kids. The smell was so bad though, I can almost smell it n–”
Kokona paused, sniffing the air and leaning closer to the booth. She could hear the faint squishing from the other side, one she recognized as shit smearing against ass, as if someone sat in it. She was quite familiar with that sound, considering she’d shit herself the other day, and also got to witness it twice in real time. She felt guilty instantly, looking at the time on her own device as Mari was forced to sit and squish in her mess.
“6-6:00 PM..?! I-I’m so sorry, Mari-san…! Because of me holding you past the time, you. . .”
“K-kokona-san…”
Mari sounded off, though Kokona obviously knew that was because of the accident.
“T-this much…is nothing…”
Mari huffed, causing Kokona’s eyes to widen. No wonder she was one of three to be allowed to run confessions- If shitting herself didn’t make her break the seal, then what would? Kokona’s heart fluttered, and she realized just why Sensei had chosen her. That was the type of instructor she needed to be. Instead of crying and getting upset, seeking revenge for an accident that was entirely her fault… She should have focused on teaching her class, poopy panties or not!
While Kokona continued the story, Mari had completely lost the plot. Well, not entirely. She was sitting on the edge of the seat, pussy properly pressed against the corner of the booth as she felt shit smear all over her private parts. Her hips began to jerk forward and backwards, the holy sister beginning to hump her panties as she leaned forward, eagerly listening to Kokona’s story. The vivid descriptions of how it must have felt for Shun… The way Kokona saw her shit smear all over her ass and pussy, leaving a brown streak on the slide she went down. Mari’s hands gripped the handlebars as she rocked back and forth, digging her pussy into the edge relentlessly, fluid forming and wetting her shitty panties further. She had to resist the urge to sit up and slam her ass down, wanting more of her mess to spread. Mari was actively giving up now, giving a soft grunt as she willingly forced shit into her panties, only taking the pressure off her pussy to move her ass backwards and guide the mess to slick her pussy. With it freshly coated in her dirty expulsions, Mari returned to digging her cunny into the corner, huffing loudly. She was so, so close… A few more thrusts and a bit more pressure, and–
“M-mari-san…? Come on out, I wanna help you clean up…”
The drool leaking from her lips caused Mari to gasp and return to the proper sitting position. Clearing her throat, Mari felt ashamed, but still. . . Her loins ached similarly to her last accident as she waddled to the restrooms with Kokona. Fortunately, it was 6:00 PM. Nobody else would be in the cathedral this late, meaning Mari could walk with no worry of her bulging panties getting caught. The familiar locking of the door happened, and Mari raised her sister’s uniform up to expose herself to the child. Kokona didn’t flinch this time, hands gripping her waistband and pulling them down, exposing Mari’s shit-slicked cunny. Kokona showed no weakness, grabbing some wet wipes and holding Mari’s hips. Immediately she got to work, fingers deftly pressing her pussy with the wipe, causing Mari to stifle a moan. Kokona’s face gazed up in confusion, but…
‘She must be embarrassed, I should make it quick…’
Kokona was proud of herself for that one, her fingers pulling the chubby flesh of Mari tightly, holding her in place. Her right hand went back in on Mari, rubbing the shitty wipe against her lips. Mari bit her upper ones to prevent from moaning again– but she was anything but ready to get cleaned. The more rigorous Kokona got, the more Mari felt herself coming closer. This was way better than finishing in the booth. Just a bit more…
Tossing her old wipe, Kokona grabbed a new one, letting go of Mari’s love-handle thigh. Her fingers now found a spot to peel apart Mari’s lower lips, her innocent eyes scanning until she landed on an area infected with fecal matter. As if she were power washing, Kokona went in with the wipe, using her nail to gently dig into the shit along her lady bits, scrapping it off and rubbing her in just the right way to–
“A-aa..aaa…”
Mari did her best to hide the clenching of her pelvic muscles, her thighs twitching slightly as she did her best to retain muscle control. Luckily, Kokona had a fast reaction time, leaping backwards when she noticed a stream of pale liquid spurting out of Mari’s pussy.
“Jeez, you could have said you weren’t finished..! When you’re done, turn around and I can do your butt. You can be such a handful sometimes, Mari-san…”
A playful banter, not one Mari was mentally capable of appreciating. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure as her pissy release trickled to a stop, the dull ache in her loins vanishing as the convulsions slowly stopped. She flinched as Kokona went back down on her with the wipes, though to be honest. . .
Mari was wondering just how long it’d take her to need the toilet again. It was. . .Gross, sure, but she could tell something about that had only made it more pleasurable. The confessional, standing in the train in poopy panties…
She needed to do this again, and soon.
The small, pouting voice of a certain Sunohara sibling echoed throughout the break room in the Plum Blossom Garden. It was a frequent sound, one that, luckily, Kokona’s former classmates weren’t lucky enough to hear, or else she may never hear the end of it~. A retort from the bigger, but debatably older sister was quick to be fired back-
“Oh hush now sweetie~, I’m just being a proper older sister, fufu. . . Besides, those things don’t make you not a fine lady, though arguably if that first one results in an accident, it might. . .”
Shun stifled a giggle at Kokona’s pouting scowl deepening, the heat from her adorably angry gaze melting her heart away. Giving a sigh, Shun continued chopping some vegetables on the breakroom's cutting board, before neatly organizing them into a box. Applying some of her trusty handiwork and tying the bag up, she turned and dropped it on the table in front of her pouting little sister. She had a good view of how her face contorted to one of surprise and then excitement, hands grabbing the fabric and lifting it as her diminutive figure raised from her seat. She opened it to peek inside, only to frown and look up in disgust and confusion.
“R-really, you know I hate carrots…”
The sight of carrots elicited a whine from the more picky of the two girls, though the elder sibling was quick to shut it down–
“A proper lady isn’t a picky eater, right? Isn’t that what you also tell your students?”
Kokona let out another whine, though this one was more one of defeat as she closed the bag. Nothing was making her eat them when she got there, but still, it was the principle! Carrots were the worst! But there was a chance she could get out of it easily– Sensei would eat her carrots for her, at least she hoped.
“Give sensei my regards! Though if it’s too hard, you can always call me and I’ll take over~. It’s been so long since I’ve seen her.”
BANG
“N-never! A proper lady wouldn’t find being an assistant hard anyway, and besides… y-you aren’t gonna snatch my time with sensei away. . .!”
Kokona stood up after slamming her palms into the table, which greatly amused Shun. Walking over as her little sister haughtily prepared to exit the Sunohara household, Shun stood at the doorway as Kokona sat on the porch to fasten her shoes. Leaning against the framework, Shun glanced down the road, the rising sun peeking between the various buildings that comprised their neighborhood. It was just about time to catch the train to head to Schale. She couldn’t hide that twinge of jealousy in her heart that her sister was going to spend a whole day with sensei, but. . . Perhaps she could arrange something like that herself.
“Okay Shun-nee, I’m going now! Make sure my students do their homework, and uhm.. Uh, make sure they don’t try to be picky eaters either!”
Kokona dashed off after grabbing her bag, rushing down the street in the subway. She’d eaten a hearty breakfast, and made sure to go through most of her morning routine. Sure, she may have been rushing, but she was a proper lady! She didn’t need an older sister doting over her to make sure she was doing every little thing.
“Hmph.. I’ll show her. And I’ll show sensei just how good of an instructor and assistant I can be!”
The train whistled, mechanical doors shutting behind her as the machine churned to life, quickly picking up speed before whisking off to the horizon, heading for a one way trip straight to Schale~!
. . .
“Sensei, these documents… Are these all yours to look over…? Why are there so many…?”
The soft, kind voice of a familiar Trinity student was the only sound bouncing throughout the office, save for the soft hum of the many electrical devices scattered throughout the office. Upon closer look, one of Trinity’s sisters was busy grabbing a few files, and an older woman a few feet away was sheepishly scratching the back of her head.
“Well. . . You know how I am about work. Besides, I was busy helping out my students. And I’m grateful that my favorite idol wants to hel-”
The soft, but firm hand that grasped Sensei’s shoulder let her know that she shouldn’t push her luck with that. And despite the smile that was on Mari’s face, sensei felt a cold shiver run down her spine. Her hands clasped together in a clapping motion, head bowing down with a sheepish smile.
“Ahaha, I mean. . . Thank you, Mari! I appreciate the help!”
That seemed to satisfy the soft-hearted nun, who gave a bit of a sly smirk as she took a seat at one of the many desks found within Schale. She’d split up the work pretty evenly, around 50/50. It wasn’t like Mari particularly enjoyed doing paperwork, but. . .Sensei was always there for them, and nothing made Mari happier than helping others. And if she could aid Sensei in any way. . .Well, a bit of discomfort was worth it. And they’d be working together~!
Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.
“Ah, hold on, Mari.”
Whipping out their phone, Sensei held it to their ear and listened intently. The ears atop Mari’s head twitched, her instincts to eavesdrop getting the better of her mindful manners in this instance. The call lasted a few moments, only ending when Sensei let out a sigh and agreed to. . . Something.
“Sorry, Mari. . . I have to run out really fast. I’ll be back in a few hours. There’s an issue in Gehenna with the Pandemonium Society and the Disciplinary Committee… It shouldn’t be more than a few hours. I’m really sorry to leave you like this. . .”
Mari looked a bit defeated, though she swallowed that feeling as best she could.
‘Don’t let sensei see you like this…’
Mari smiled her usual smile, suppressing that tightness in her throat. She could handle this for sensei still. And she’d be back! It wasn’t as fun as working with Sensei, but the goal today was to help Sensei. She could do that even if she wasn’t present.
“I-its fine, Sensei! Really! I’ll just, uhm, handle the paperwork. This much is nothing!”
Sensei let out a soft smile, her hand rubbing the top of Mari’s head affectionately.
“Still, you won’t be alone. I had wanted to surprise you, but someone should be coming by to help soon. I called a friend in, her name’s Kokona. She’s a bit younger than you, and she wanted to learn how we work so she could better instruct her own students. You can delegate whatever tasks you think she can handle while I’m gone. Don’t work too hard though, okay?”
Sensei waved as she grabbed her coat, rushing out the office as Mari choked down the words she really wanted to say. Still, Sensei was counting on her. She wasn’t upset that she’d be getting help; if anything, she was a bit happier. Maybe it could help her fight off the loneliness. Grabbing a cup of coffee along with a water bottle, Mari flattened the dress to better fit her figure as she placed her curvy rear on the office chair. Taking a sip and grabbing a pencil with her free hand, Mari began to focus on her work, blue eyes scanning the first wave of paperwork.
. . .
“And that’s the end of that pile… Around three hours of work, not bad Mari. . . Now, a well deserved break and sensei should be back soon..!”
Mari said softly, a doleful twinge creeping into her voice. Truthfully, her progress had stagnated these past few hours, not that she would ever admit that she was slowing down Sensei’s work. Mari had made a decent headway into the pile, the first hour being extremely productive, blazing through an entire pile. Though around twenty minutes into the second hour, a budding urge to urinate began nagging at the sister. That, and the coffee had begun to move her bowels a bit… She'd been seriously backed up, but she felt like she could let some out now. Especially so thanks to that coffee. Clutching her tummy a bit, Mari nursed her midriff gently, raising her leg a bit. A soft, airy prbbbrfffrrrt rippled against the seat of her panties, the burst of gas slightly puffing out her sister's dress.
“P-phew..perfect timing for my bre-”
Swissh!
The sound of a door sliding open caught Mari off guard, halfway into her standing up.
“Senseiiii! I’m here to hel- Ehh..? You’re not sensei…”
The childish voice careened through the room before quieting to a tone of disappointment. Peeking from behind the piles of paperwork, Mari gave a quizzical look before smiling softly at the little one, standing up and bowing a bit.
“You must be Kokona…! Sensei said you were coming to help?”
The child stood in the doorframe of the office, her face visibly contorted still, keeping that pouty, confused look. Mari wasn’t daft– She could tell it was the type of look a student would have if they were upset that their time with Sensei was being intruded on. She would have been the same way, if not for her own maturity~.
“Ah, uhm.. .Yes, Sunohara Kokona. I’m the instructor for the Plum Blossom Garden students. I may look like a kid, but I’m not, so don’t get any ideas!”
Kokona exclaimed, rather snappily at that. Mari didn’t flinch though, and gave a warm, understanding smile to the girl. She would normally have given a more formal introduction, walking over and offering a sister’s prayer along with her bow, however, the situation was a bit more. . . tense than Mari would like.
“So, let's go to work. Give me the other half sensei left, and we can finish in no time. Two hours is enough time, right?”
Mari cringed internally. Two more hours? She already had worked for three!! Kokona was serious, though.
“W-well, I was getting ready to take a break, actual..”
An insistent slam against the desk made Mari jump a bit. It was hard to tell, but Kokona was trying to assert herself it seemed. Not that it was working, but Mari was kind enough to listen.
“You aren't seriously going to slack off when Sensei has trusted us right…? What if she comes back and we aren't finished? If sensei has to work hard after resolving a crisis… isn't that cruel on our end?”
Mari wanted to deny that– no, she had to. Clutching her crotch as she squirmed in her chair, she offered a rebuttal.
“I-it'l only be a few minutes, just a momen–”
Another slam, and Kokona refuted her rebuttal;
“If you have enough time to whine, you have enough time to work. Show me the basics of the paperwork and we can handle it!”
A pouty ‘hmph’ from Kokona was given as Mari swallowed the lump in her throat. Kokona was…pushy, for sure. Was she this hard on her students? The way Sensei talked about her, she didn't get this pushy impression…
‘Hmph… Baka Sensei… I thought it was gonna be the two of us, but you invited someone else…? Who does she think she is, ruining my time with you…? And trying to make you work harder..? I’ll make sure she works until it's all finished, Sensei!’
Kokona didn’t notice the nervous shifts of Mari as she came around the desk, eyes scanning the documents and watching Mari’s demonstration. She watched a few of the papers be filled out as an example before grabbing her stack, and taking a seat at a desk across from Mari.
. . .
‘U-ughh.. It’s almost done, but I’m nearing my limit here…’
The two girls were working steadily hard, though Mari was struggling to keep pace, much to Kokona’s chagrin. It was a bit out of character, but Kokona had come all the way from Shanhaijing to gain tutelage under Sensei– not some Trinity sister.
‘And she’s lazy… Just what does Sensei see in me that she could offer me help?!’
Kokona scoffed internally. Her beliefs weren’t founded in nothing, however. Mari’s pencil frequently paused in its writing, and she kept fidgeting. Whereas Kokona could clear a pile every ten minutes, Mari was taking nearly double that time. Kokona’s pile was almost finished– and it was hard for the eleven-year-old to not gain a bit of an ego that a teenager was struggling to match her, especially in something she just learned to do. Writing with increased fervor, Kokona finished her piles, and let out a haughty sigh as she organized them and set them aside. A smug smile was given as she glanced over at Mari’s remaining work.
“Jeez, Sensei should be here soon… Hurry up already.”
Kokona smirked and relaxed as Mari wrote as best she could, hand shaky with nerves as she signed forms and scanned them for anything important. Her left hand clutched her pussy tightly, as faint spurts of urine had begun to leak out of her. Her panties were far from soaked, but dry wasn’t an accurate description of them either. She had about ten papers left, and around twenty minutes until Sensei arrived. She could finish the papers and have enough time to excuse herself, provided Kokona stopped finding something to pester her with.
‘I’m almost there… You can do it without making a mess of yourself.. Be a proper role model for her!’
At least, that’s what Mari wanted to do. It was easier said than done, her thighs quivering and bouncing inwards as a hand gripped her crotch, giving it a tight squeeeeze to ensure nothing else leaked out. If it was just going pee, Mari wouldn’t have been so desperate, but she was fighting two battles at once. Every few minutes or so, her tummy would churn, a painful cramp would hit her bowels, and Mari would need to shift her hand from her groin to her stomach, offering a prayer to whatever God was listening that her growls weren’t audible.
Every paper was a struggle for the orange haired Sister, her hand shakily signing documents and eyes shiftily skimming them as she wriggled in her seat. The pressure was immense both front and back, and her focus was less so on the work than holding now. Her toes curled, shaky hands struggling to make a legible signature. Her legs shifted, her tummy giving a low growl as she raised her ass off the seat slightly. She didn’t want to– but she needed to relieve some pressure.
Ffrrrrttt…rrrrpprbbrrr…sshhhrrrrph
Mari let out a sigh as she flexed her pink hole, only allowing it to briefly flower and let some eager gas out. Despite the relief it offered, her stomach knotted up again, twisting and causing her to raise her hand to clutch it in pain. Her bladder didn’t miss the opportunity, spasming as her hand left, causing Mari to let out a sharp yelp, all of her muscles tightening in a panicked response to clench her urethra closed and prevent the dam from bursting. Unfortunately for Mari, it didn’t work well, and the clenching of all her muscles caused her to press the pencil against the paper too hard, snapping the graphite tip and sending its dust over the paper. Her poor, white panties welcomed another spurt of fluid, greedily drinking more of the SIster’s piss, staining the white yellow with her piss before beginning to seep out as it reached its threshold for absorption. Fortunately, a Sister dressed in all black~. It wouldn’t be noticeable, without looking closely. But her pencil. . . Glancing at the cup of materials, there weren't any replacements within arms reach.
‘D-dang it…’
She glanced at the old-fashioned pencil sharpener, bolted to the wall– it was an archaic remnant of how schools used to be before they'd fully transitioned to digital teachings. Every student usually did their work digitally, so why did Schale even use paper documents?! Mari knew full well it was the most secure way to consolidate information, though, and begrudgingly eyed the sharpener. It was only a few steps away, but her body was screaming for relief. The toilet was only around fifteen steps further if she left the room– But she was nearly done. Glancing at the clock with shifty eyes, she gulped as she noticed the time. Sensei would be there soon. And if she had finished with Kokona, surely she’d reward them and praise them. . . What a relief it would be for Sensei to not have to work more.
‘Ah, that’s n-no good.. I don’t need to be thinking of relief right nowww…’
The dog nun whimpered in her head, her hands shakily leaving her lap and tummy. Grabbing the pencil with sweaty palms, Mari gulped and gripped the desk, pushing off it as her bladder gave a low ache, and something heavy descended on her bowels. She nearly let out a yelp, but she couldn’t let Kokona realize she was desperate. Still, allowing gravity to affect her bowels was a mistake, her hole not quite up to the task of holding it in. Immediately, the pink bud flowered, blooming open and allowing the tip of something warm and sticky to touch cotton. Her cheeks flushed, though there was nothing she could do but clench tightly, urging her sphincter to pull the turd back into her bowels. It inched slowly as she tried to gain some stability, though the small trickle of warmth on her vaginal folds made her realize that she had to commit to the task. She could clean up before Sensei arrived, but not if she had an accident. Quickly flattening her dress, Mari began walking with an awkward gait towards the sharpener. Ignoring the hissing spurts of her bladder, Mari clenched her muscles as tight as she could as she reached the sharpener, twisting its handle and quickly accomplishing the task before trying to rush back.
frrrbrbrbr-sprrbbrbbrrttt-BRBBRBRRSSRRT
Mari ignored it, though she knew Kokona had to have heard it. Her anus flowered as the turd slid out of her tired anus, slicking the rim and tenting in her panties as it nestled itself between her lower cheeks. She didn’t bother sitting at the desk, scratching the signature on the paper before immediately beelining for the door.
“H-hey, where are you going–”
“B-bathroom!”
Mari ignored Kokona, hands freely clutching herself. Her bladder was aching, a burning pain stinging her stomach and urethra, and the dull, heavy feeling was fully weighing down on her anal muscles. Appearances meant little now– She was urinating on herself with every second, even if she was technically not fully bursting, she couldn’t stop the spurts anymore. She speed walked as piss began hissing out, the spurts growing to a steady trickle, and then a stream. Rivulets of urine soaked her panties and streamed down her thighs, wetting her socks and soaking the dress that she had been pressing against her privates in an effort to hold it. Similarly, she was losing the battle on the back end too. Her anus twitched and grew tired, the hole closing around the turd and pinching it off, though it wasn’t done either. She could feel her bowels trying to push the entire thing out, and so she hastily opened the sliding door to sprint for the bathroom, only a few steps aw–
CRASHHHHHH
Mari found herself stumbling forwards, her face buried into a soft, fleshy canyon as she fell forward onto something warm. Groaning, she let out a gasp, eyes opening as she struggled to get herself off of the figure she was entangled with. More pressing than that, she felt her continence leave her, bladder and bowels taking the shock of falling as an opportunity. Piss hissed out as she struggled to lift herself from the torso of… whoever she was on, bassy, wet farts drowning the sound of urine out as she absolutely soaked the clothes of the person that her pussy was currently mounted on. Through the tears in her eyes, she couldn’t make out that person’s identity, though the voice that came out startled her.
“M-mari..? Are you okay…?”
Her eyes widened.
‘T-this must be a nightmare…’
PRBRBBFRRRBR-SPRRBRBBRBRBSSSRRT-BRAAARRBBRBRBRSSHRRPPBRBRBRT
Mari couldn’t even muster the will to move, chunks of warm shit oozing out of her and into the seat of her panties, the waistband sagging as she uncontrollably deposited the full weight of her bowels into her panties. Even in her distressed state, she couldn't deny the inherent relief of the action– Her anus, while originally doing its best to not pass any stool, was now freshly lubed up by her shit. She could feel her hole stretching and extending, pushing out a thick log. Her panties were bulging heavily from the rocky log, and she could feel the girth of it between her asscheeks, spreading her tight ass. Eventually, her muscles needed a break after involuntarily forcing shit out, and Mari could feel her sphincter weakening. It gave out in one go, her anus twitching tentatively as it met someーbut not muchーresistance from being pinched off. Mari wanted to cry as she could feel the hefty, thick log sticking between her asscheeks. The sensation of sticky poop and the tough log slowly being smushed with every micro movement she made, the long log riding up her asscrack and slowly down to her pussy as it eventually got smushed enough to lose its rocky texture, looking more like chocolate soft serve.
To make matters worse…
“S-sensei… i-its not what you think.. .I-I…”
Mari started, tears strolling down her cheeks as steamy shit stained her pale moons, the sticky feeling growing as her poopy bulge was surely felt by Sensei as it grew on her chest.
‘T-this is it.. I c-can’t believe I pooped my panties on Sensei… Not only did I get her dirty, but I also had an accident in front of my Kouhai… Sensei’s gonna send me home…’
Mari’s eyes closed as she sniffled, only to be met with the warm hands of Sensei grabbing her under her armpits. Lifting her as the two slowly stood, her hands moved to pat her head and grab her free hand.
“Are you okay, Mari? Kokona, can you run to the nurse’s office and grab some things for us? I’ll help her clean up!”
Kokona was wide-eyed– Was that why Mari wanted a break? She felt terrible now. . .Sure, she was mad that her time with Sensei was imposed on, but. . .
“Sensei, I can actually handle this… You go to the nurse’s, I have more experience. Sometimes the Plum Blossom students also have accidents, so. . .”
Mari felt herself hiccup as she sniffled. She couldn’t blush anymore than she already was, but being compared to kindergartners… Kokona’s small hand grabbed her and led her to the women’s restroom, locking the door behind them.
A few moments of letting Mari calm down passed, before Kokona cleared her throat.
“I-it's okay, Mari. Lots of.. well, it happens to everyone. Even Shun-nee-chan had one, and she's even older than you! Maybe as old as Sensei!”
Kokona did her best to comfort Mari. It wasn't like her to air her sister’s business out, but comforting a studentーeven if it wasn't her ownーwas something any instructor should be able to do.
“Let's see the damage…”
Grabbing the sister's dress with some help from the messy victim herself, Kokona kneeled down slightly and peeked at the girl's panties. She was face first with Mari's pissy panties and soaked cunny, and she didn't flinch at the stench. After all, she changed tons of kids.
“Turn around for me?”
Kokona watched as Mari took tiny, shimmying steps to rotate, and the child visibly cringed. There was certainly a difference from her usual changes. Mari pooped at least three times as much as a little girl would. Still! The process was more or less the same.
“I'm taking your panties off now, Mari.”
Kokona's hands moved simultaneously with her voice, grabbing the sagging waistband. She had to admit, she was surprised a girl as dainty as Mari could produce such… mess. The form-fitting panties bulged out heavily, and managed to stain her piss-soaked satin whites brown at the seat. The size was nothing to scoff at– it looked like two students took a dump and combined it. The bulge was lumpy all over, uneven, yet mostly taking the rough shape of a sphere, around a grapefruit in size. Clearly it'd gotten squished too, as Kokona could see some mushy brown smeared between Mari's asscrack from where the waistband was sagging.
Pulling them down was easy enough, though. With how much poop Mari had made, it was as if the panties had a will of their own, drooping down her legs with a subtle tug along Kokona's fingers. Eventually, they reached her ankles, and she guided Mari to step out of them, now noticing a soft ‘squish' sound. The poor girl must've soaked into her shoes and filled them with pee. Walking over to the toilet, Kokona held the poopy panties cat's cradle style, dumping the large load into the Japanese toilet. It splattered against the ground, and she quickly flushed several times to rid it of evidence. Turning back to Mari, she undid her shoes and took her socks off while Mari stood silently, only speaking up while Kokona laid her dirty garments in the sink.
“T-thank you, Kokona… I'm sorry I couldn't be a better role model..”
Mari apologized. Running the water, Kokona hummed as she began to soak the poopy panties in the sink, separately from her socks. Rinsing them in water, she applied soap to the stained seat and gently began dabbing the material against the porcelain sink, before turning back to Mari as she let the clothing materials soak while the water ran.
“D-don’t apologize…”
‘It's my fault somewhat anyway…’
Grabbing some toilet paper, Kokona returned to her squat, balling it up until she had a sizable wad. The damage was… severe, to say the least. Mari’s ass was almost completely dirtied, pale skin being a sight for sore eyes from how she smushed the turd against Sensei while it came out. Her front seemed to be fairing better, though spare bits of feces had made their way onto her intimate bits as well. Dabbing the paper against her ass, a little, firm hand cupped Mari’s hip to hold her steady as Kokona began wiping. To start with, she was focused on wiping up all of the shit from the cheeks to make it more of a clean area she could touch. Especially since with a glance at the girl's butt, Kokona could tell that some feces had nestled up nicely between her cheeks.
Around four wads of toilet paper later, and Mari’s butt(at least, the cheeks) were as clean as if they’d never been pooped on. Wiping some sweat off her brow and admiring her handiwork, a sense of confidence began budding in Kokona. Even if the kids got older, she was just as capable of caring for them. But, that was before she got to the hard part. Now she had to get the build up of gunk and mush out from the center. Grabbing Mari’s buttocks gently, Kokona used her fingers to gently spread her buttcheeks. The stench intensified, but the kind hands of the Plum Blossom instructor never wavered. Grabbing another wad, she began to wipe the sister’s crack, digging deep in and touching the base of her tailbone with it. Mari let out a slight yelp and squirmed, though Kokona’s hands were firm in holding her. Grabbing her by the cheeks, Kokona’s petite fingers deftly spread her buttocks, exposing the mush to the air as wad after wad was forcefully dragged down her underside, from tailbone-to-pussy. But, Sensei was trusting her to see it through! Wiping thoughtfully, Kokona used paper after paper to ensure no scatty residue was left on her butt, between her cheeks, or even between her little folds.
And she finished just in time, as the moment Kokona’s body stood up and Mari’s skirt fell, Sensei had returned, knocking on the door before using their own key to unlock it.
“Ah, wonderful! I managed to find a spare nun uniform and some panties, and it looks like the socks will fit too. You can change up, and uhm…”
Digging through her purse, Sensei pulled out a forbidden item– something permitted only for emergencies that caused both girls to gasp.
“I need you guys to run me an errand. See, there’s this dessert shop I wanted to stop at on my way back. . . Do you guys think you could run there and try some things? And pick me up, hmm… A creme donut, if you could? Try as much as you want so I have a list of things to try next time I can go!”
The two girls looked at each other as Mari graciously accepted the garments, taking Sensei’s credit card and nodding. Pulling the new panties up as she took her Sister’s garb off, Mari had to conceal a smile. Even in this situation, Sensei was still being kind to her. . .
. . .
“Wow, it's packed. . . This line is crazy. Only the Black Tortoise Promenade gets this busy back at Shanhaijing…”
Kokona commented, her eyes widening at the sheer volume of people visiting this new shop in D.U Shiratori. Still, she wasn't surprised. This District was popular, and where Schale was.
“Ah, Trinity has a few places like this… Perhaps the After School Sweets Club would know more about that…”
Mari replied, prompting Kokona to give a look of awe. Was Trinity some really fantastic place? Maybe she should visit sometime. . .
“Wow, really? Well, it's going to be awhile… the shop has a wait timer, see?”
Kokona pointed to the front of the store, which was unfortunately around fifty meters from them, each meter of space holding around 2 or 3 people in a line. From where Mari was standing, the squint of her blue eyes revealed the timer to say…
“A-an hour and a half?!”
Mari and Kokona both let out a whine. Sensei was paying, so it wasn't the worst. . . But neither girl wanted to waste nearly two hours away from Sensei. Kokona was the first to complain–
“M-maybe we should call Sensei and tell her it's too busy…?”
Mari wanted to agree, but. . . To be honest, she didn't really feel like seeing Sensei quite yet. She'd still not gotten over pooping her panties on her. To that end, she was desperate to prove that she was capable of helping Sensei, in any way she could.
“N-no! Sensei is counting on us!”
Mari exclaimed, putting her foot down. Despite suggesting otherwise, Kokona was on board with the idea of staying. That was the logic the two girls used to justify spending two hours of their time standing in line. At least it wasn’t all bad, though. The shop was big on hospitality and maintaining customer satisfaction and interest, and as such, a waitress came through the line.
“Free Choco Mocha Mint Caramel Drizzle with Whipped Cream! Try a free 10 oz sample while you wait!”
Mari and Kokona’s eyes lit up, grabbing their cups. It smelled delectable, and the taste was one Mari could appreciate; though the same couldn’t be said for the smaller, oreo–haired girl. One sip, and she was–
“Bleerrrh! Icky, what is that?!”
Wiping her tongue on a napkin in her pocket, Mari giggled at the childish reaction from the younger assistant, patting her head as she sipped hers down. It was an acquired taste, one that Mari herself indulged in on long, dragging days at the cathedral.
“It’s espresso, Kokona-san… You probably thought mocha was some sort of chocolate?”
Her younger compatriot nodded, eliciting a soft smile from Mari as she rubbed her head, continuing to explain.
“Mocha is a type of coffee flavoring, Kokona-san. So if we order a mocha latte, it’s a latte with chocolate flavoring. This drink is a chocolate mocha drink with caramel drizzled onto whipped cream, see?”
Kokona wiped off her tongue, her expression sifting into one of disgust. Kokona pushed the cup towards Mari, the older girl taking it curiously, though she had an inkling of an idea of why she was receiving it–
“You drink it… I-its bitter…”
She whined. Giggling a bit, Mari took it, allowing the beverage to grace her lips as whipped cream residue was left on her lips. Licking it off with her tongue, Mari downed both the beverages, continuing to share small talk in line with Kokona.
It was only two hours or so, right? What could possibly happen?
. . .
One hour later . . .
“Ugh, why’s it taking them so long…? I know it said an hour and a half, but the timer hasn’t even changed…”
Kokona stood in an awkward fashion, though she tried to make her annoyance at the wait more prevalent in the way she condoned herself. Mari was similarly getting impatient, though she wasn’t as annoyed. She gave a knowing, agreeing smile, eyes closed as she listened to the more impatient of the two continue to complain. To be honest, the wait wasn’t that bad, though she obviously would prefer not to wait. The main issue was the two choco mocha mint caramel drizzles she drank were running through her, and fast. The day was decently warm– not enough to be sweating buckets and risking dehydration, but enough that she felt the urge to use the toilet budding up, and fast. Not that she needed to go desperately, but. . . It was coffee. She was sure it was only half done making its rounds ravaging her lower half. But still… There was no way she’d have two accidents. Not twice in a day. She absolutely refused. A hand reached for her nether region, gently squeezing her holy bits as she shimmied forwards in line. She resisted the urge to squirm and fidget openly; not that she needed to yet. That wouldn’t last long if things kept moving so slowly, though.
‘Y-you musn’t defecate on yourself again, Mari… Remember, you’re supposed to be showing Kokona-san how to be a proper role model…’
Those thoughts echoed through her mind, her palm squeezing her cunny tightly whenever her furtive eyes would scan to ensure privacy. The more minutes that passed by, and the more Mari wasn’t certain she was going to be able to wait until they got back to Schale. She was a mature girl, though. The only shame she could feel would be if she soiled herself again, there was no shame in using the toilet in public. She clutched and squirmed away from the prying eyes of the general public, gripping her pussy whenever she could find time, a hand absentmindedly rubbing her midriff to nurse her gurgling belly. A soft frbbrfrrpprbrbrst decorated the seat of her panties, along with some tiny, unnoticeable droplets staining the front of her panties. She needed to at least hold it a bit longer though– their place in line was finally here!
“Look, Mari! W-we can order now!”
She forced a smile at Kokona, too desperate to notice that Kokona’s voice was faltering. Straightening her posture as she walked up to the register, Mari impatiently squirmed as the two students read the menu. To be honest, none of it was appealing. All Mari could focus on was planting her bum on a toilet seat and letting out a saintly sigh of relief, and the sweets and cafe drinks would only serve to further scar her borrowed panties.
Frbrbrffrrtbbt
Mari stiffened visibly as she passed gas, a sickeningly warm and damp feeling squeezing through her sweaty, clenched cheeks. Her face flushed as she could instantly smell the noxious gas even amongst the bakery-like smell that was otherwise filling the room. Her face pinkened, and she hastily ordered with Kokona before making way for the next customer to order. They were instructed to stand to the side and wait for their order, but. . .
‘N-no.. no more stalling… I need to go now!’
Mari could feel it knocking, the presence of a large, muddy mass pressing against her twitching rosebud and tentatively peeking the head of a knobby log out.
“N-ne, Ko-”
“M-mari… I need to use the toilet…”
The tug on her sleeve and soft, worried voice of the littler student caused Mari's expression to contort to one of confusion, and then relief. A mistake that was, as she could feel her mound getting wet and warm as piss hissed out from her holes. Clenching her muscles as her thighs twitched inwards, Mari forced yet another smile, putting a hand on Kokona's back.
“I-I… also need to, there's one over there..”
Mari pointed, and the two girls did their best to maintain appearances. Neither were particularly good at it, though Mari was doing better than Kokona at least. The poor child was visibly clutching her crotch and a hand over her rear, and anyone close could hear tiny little sharts coming from her bum. Fortunately, it was packed, so not many people did– or maybe they didn't bother to comment on a little girl being desperate.
The pair eventually after a painstakingly long, seven step walk, made it to the doorway. Twisting the knob to open it caused both girls' bladders to spasm and let out a leak, Kokona's leaking and causing the crotch of her choengsam to visibly grow wet.
“O-only one..?!”
Mari's belly churned as she felt some feces utterly slam into her sphincter. It took all of her continence to keep it in, though she somehow managed. She really, truly didn't want to shit herself. Not again, anyway. But, to take a toilet away from a younger student..?
“Y-you can go first… You're younger than me, and I-I can wait. It's not that bad.”
Kokona's eyes widened with hope as she was now releasing a steady trickle, her legs crossed in a potty dance and soaking the top of her inner thighs in response.
“B-but, are you sure…? Earlier…”
Mari interjected,
“W-was a one time thing. I'll be fine, Kokona-san. You can go fir…st..”
Mari kept her composure mostly intact, only drawing out the last word of her sentence as she felt herself urinating. Kokona wanted to object, but the sudden, sharp PRBRBBBRSST that came from the elementary girl caused her to quickly bolt in, locking the door behind her.
With some semblance of privacy obtained, Mari openly clutched herself, her thighs utterly shaking as urine hissed into her panties. Waddling over, she spotted a nearby mop bucket, spreading her legs and allowing her girlish fluids to fully spread through her undies, dripping down and cascading into the bucket below. She let out a soft whimper, pissing herself for the second time, though her relief in containing her bowels were short lived. She had no say in the matter, no matter how much her brain wanted her to hold it, her body wasn't taking no for an answer. Bending her legs instinctively, the sister's body began the process of involuntarily voiding her bowels.
In some way, Mari may have been lucky to shit herself earlier. Despite the utterly disgusting sound that trumped out of her rear;
FRBBBBRBFFFRRRTSSSHRLRLPLABBBRBBBBBBRRRTT,
The shit that followed came out in one steady wave. Her anus relaxed and descended, protruding from her cheeks and kissing her borrowed satins. The kiss was interrupted quickly, though, as a heaping, hefty wave of shit exploded out of her, ballooning the seat of her panties under her dress. She could feel the solid mush spread up her asscrack and slightly forward, though she quickly used a finger to adjust so that didn't occur. With hands pulling at her waistband through fabric, gripping it as the familiar stretch of her anus and shit spitting into her panties occurred. Her legs bent a bit, legs spreading as she bore down and felt the instinctive push of her exhausted bowels. Mari grunted, allowing more of her mawkish accident to occur. She huffed as thick logs of shit coiled out, decorating her asscheeks and filling her panties until they'd successfully grown to the size of a grapefruit. With one more pathetic whimper, Mari let out an unladylike trumpet of a fart, and with it, another turd oozed out. The log coiled up into her mushy load, nestling itself nicely in her overloaded panties and planting itself nicely against her already dirtied asshole. With the accident finally finished, tears welled up as Mari stood, half crouched and knees bent; pooping her panties like some sort of toddler. A glance downwards caused her the brief respite that her accident wasn't visible, and for all the bravado and stink of her farts, the mess itself didn't actually stink. Even if she'd have to occasionally tug her panties back up, each tug up smushing shit against her partially developed undercarriage, smearing between her asscheeks and against her pussy, further staining her satin as it dirtied up the seat of her panties as much as it did her skin. Perhaps she could wash up in the privy when Kokona finished, and nobody would be any wiser!
Fwoooooosh!
Click!
The sound of the toilet flushing and door unlocking made Mari's ears perk up, quickly returning to the doorway as she eagerly waited for the child's exit. The door slowly creaked open, and the guilty expression caused a lump to form in Mari's throat.
“W-what's wrong Kokona-san…? Did you…?’
“N-no! I-i mean, no, it's just… it's clogged, so you can't… I-im sorry, Mari-san!”
Kokona bowed her head, eyes clenched shut tightly. She felt guilty, and said feeling gripped her heart to deliver such news when she knew Mari might have an accident– but that wasn't the only reason.
. . .
Moments prior. . .
‘A-almost there! I-I made it! See, Shun-nee! Take that!’
Kokona's thoughts were that of victory as her petite figure hastily struggled to grab the toilet lid, fingers missing a few times as she felt her body expelling piss into her peroro panties, soaking them thoroughly. As soon as the lid was up, Kokona turned around, planting her small rump on the seat and pushing. She let out an adorable grunt and sigh of relief, piss pshhhhing out of her cute little princess parts. She moaned as she voided, her anus sputtering out several mushy logs of shit that didn't seem to end. Each one was a surprising texture for her– normally she was diligent about her diet, and her poops had the perfect consistency. Not too hard, but not too runny either. Though, if she recalled correctly, she had ignored her veggies recently… And with the sweets she’d eaten on the way to Sensei instead of her sister’s homecooked, healthy bento. . .
“Urk.. No wonder its so…mushy.”
Kokona held her nose as she straightened her posture, her fists balling up on her knees as she bore down on her bowels. Instantly they responded, a loud bla-BHHABBBBBTT echoing into the bowl, a heavy, sharty explosion of shit splattering and sending warm, mushy shit all over what lay under Kokona’s anus. Even though it was a rather disgusting release, Kokona was smiling, basking in the relief it offered her. She sat on the potty for around 4 minutes, letting clumps of scat push past her hole and…
Why was it warm? And why did she feel so sticky down there? Gasping, she raised her bum slightly, only to realize her mistake. Tears welled in her eyes as she sniffled, trying not to sob.
“N-no… I'm a big girl! It happens to everyone, even Mari-san! Besides… she might have another one!”
Kokona quickly gave herself a pep talk, and began the cleaning process. She diligently dumped the shit in the bowl, wiping up her underdeveloped lady bits efficiently, and the last task was to dispose of her soiled panties. She cringed as the white panties with the cutest mascot had to go, but she'd utterly demolished them with her cute little butt.
“Sorry, peroro…”
She apologized to the creature. Looking for a wastebasket, Kokona was surprised to find the lack of one. She was panicking, holding poopy panties in her palms and wondering what she could do. The sound of Mari's fart had pierced through the wall though, and Kokona realized she had to act fast to save her friend's dignity. Thinking fast, she tossed them in the bowl with the shit and quickly flushed. She proudly placed her hands on her hips, watching them swirling and swirling until.
Grllgrtgrrkkk…
The sound of gurgling, and the swirling visibly stopped. The water level rose to almost flooding, and Kokona's eyes widened.
“U-uhm…uh oh…”
. . .
Present. . .
“Y-you’re serious…?”
Mari was utterly stunned, a pit dropping in her stomach as she felt like crying right there, the warm, mushy mass sitting in her panties reminding her just how juvenile she felt right now. To make matters worse, it seemed like the younger girl hadn’t had an accident either… While that could be chalked up to Mari’s selflessness, she still felt awkward.
“W-well, let’s just grab our stuff and hurry back. . .I can hold it..”
Mari interjected, grabbing Kokona’s hand and leading her quickly through the restaurant to their food. She was being mindful of how she walked, the soaked satin’s rubbing her pussy in all the right ways. She had to stifle a slight moan as the girls carried their little baggy out, exiting the store to return to being basked in the sun’s heat.
Truthfully, it wasn’t that hot. Kokona seemed fine, especially as she sucked on a popsicle that was part of their group purchase. She was rather pleased, humming cutely as she allowed the cold treat to cool her off.
“Aah.. that hit the spot. It’s such lovely weather today~.”
Kokona had fully trusted Mari’s decision to be able to hold it– she’d be mad if it were the other way around and Mari was constantly checking if she needed to go. As such, she showed respect to the older lady, walking side by side with her.
Mari wasn’t taking the rather mild weather well in comparison. It wasn’t that, actually, but rather she was too embarrassed and nervous to walk around Kivotos with poopy panties. Every step and sway of her ass squished her scat closer to her lady bits, causing her face to turn pink. Sweat rolled down the side of her face, brushing her cheeks and down her chin. Similarly, sweat was rolling down her asscheeks, the sweat mixing in with the rank stench of her shit. The heat intensified the stench, and Mari’s nose twitched as the scent rose. She fanned her rear as she walked through the crowd, boarding the train with Kokona, who fortunately didn’t seem to notice.
“Do… do you guys smell something…?”
The voice of a girl not too far from them on the train, who began holding her nose. Mari tried to ignore it, but. . .
“Yeah, it stinks like poo. . .”
Her face flushed, and she felt her stomach turn. Rubbing it nervously, Mari figured it was just nerves, but the sudden, sharp frrrrttbbtrt! that came from her had her concerned. Nursing her stomach with rhythmic circles, Mari let out a quiet whimper.
‘T-there’s no way… so soon. . .?’
Mari groaned quietly as her bowels churned again, feeling them make squelching noises as the coffee made its second rounds through her. She couldn't resist letting out some more gas, the sticky, wet sharts bubbling in her cheeks. Unfortunately for Mari, the shit packed in her cheeks caused the gas and shit to bubble as she ripped ass, making a sickening, quiet prbbbbrbrrsst sound. The train's ambiance covered it mostly, but. . . Kokona was low enough and close enough to hear and smell it. Clutching her nose a bit, Kokona quickly pretended she didn't smell anything, tugging on Mari as she tried to draw attention away from her.
“M-mari-san… Can you hold it…?”
Kokona asked quietly, averting her gaze as Mari used both hands to clutch her tummy. The sister's eyes closed as she felt it coming out– a thick log tenting her mushy panties out further. Exhaling, the sister had no choice but to push as she cramped up. Audibly shitting herself in public, but her tummy needed to be relieved. The farts picked up in volume as the nun filled her britches with more shit, that first, heavy log being the only solid thing in her. Immediately once it was expelled and nestled against the ocean of mush, pure, liquid diarrhea splattered the semi solid and log, soaking it in her watery, chunky fecal expulsion. Mari sniffled a bit, though she mostly grunted as the crowd made room for her. Her dress grew wet by her pussy as she urinated, piss soaking her clothing visibly as it puddled under her. It was relieving in a way– urine spraying out of her like a hose as her hot fluids steamed her bits, the feeling of loose stool rushing down her thighs and into her socks. The floor of the train grew messy in both ways– a golden puddle being decorated by the soft, chunky turds that forced their way past the leg-guards of her panties. Noisy, splattering farts continued for several minutes straight as Mari publicly voided herself, the nun covering her mouth and sniffling.
DING! DING! Now Boarding–
She couldn't react in time, as the doors opened and immediately caused her to get bumped into by a wave of people. Her feet struggled for balance, though she inevitably slipped in her puddle. She let out a squeal, hands grasping onto the nearest thing– which so happened to be Kokona's dress. Gripping it, it was yanked down and–
rrrRIIIIIIP!- sQUUURRRILLLLSCCHH
The sound of tearing cloth and mushy shit caused the train to stop. Kokona had been dragged down partially to be pinning Mari down almost, her hands fortunately placed just outside the boundary of her incident to break her fall. Mari laid under Kokona, ass fully planted on the ground and eyes opening in horror at the immediate demolition of whatever semblance of cleanliness she had left. Shit had gone everywhere. It was all the way up on her pussy now, some even making ways inside her folds, and she could feel liquid shit halfway up her back. Her dress had a huge shit stain all over as she remained starstruck in her accident, though she couldn't think much. The squeal from the younger girl, whose dress she'd torn right up in her fall–
Kokona's pussy was on full display for everyone to see, especially in the rather provocative pose she'd landed herself in, giving them a view of her tight asshole too. It was mostly pink, though there were thick clumps of brown mush decorating her ass and her vagina. Helping Mari up, Kokona dragged her as best she could off the train as photos were being snapped, free hand trying to tug the remnants of her clothing over her bits. She beelined for the station bathroom, ignoring the loud, obtuse sharts Mari was letting out along with the trail of mess. There was a line for the bathroom, but the complainers in the line quickly grew silent when they saw– and smelled Mari, offering sympathetic gazes and confused ones to the unwiped, streaking Sunohara. Mari’s face was hot with embarrassment, and her loins ached. She chalked it up to exhaustion on holding it for so long, and glanced down at the younger girl apologetically. She’d made everything worse by having another accident. . . And forced her to be half-naked, too.
Just on how Earth were they going to get home. . .?
. . .
“Phew. . . What a long day…”
Wiping some sweat from her brow, Mari offered a silent prayer as she sat within the confessional booth. It was a long day of bearing the sins of the Trinity sisters, but a duty that Mari was proud to be one of the few who could do it. Even still, it was intense. She devoted her all into absolving the Trinity students of their (mostly) minor sins, and the occasional visit from other schools always spiced things up. Not that Iochi Mari was concerned with worldly things like drama– She was a holy sister of Trinity, and ordained to absolve sins. A glance at her phone as she tapped the screen lit up the inside of the booth, the display popping up to show the time to the girl.
“4:55, huh… Almost time…”
Mari’s tummy gave a violent churn, causing her face to turn pink. The accidents that had occurred during her time with Sensei were a day or two behind her now, but she still felt the same heat of embarrassment when being reminded of them. Shifting in her seat, she clasped herself, huffing silently. She needed to go, sure, but there was no way she wouldn’t make it. And as uncomfortable as that feeling of needing the toilet was, she felt comfort in knowing that this time, her using the toilet was inevitable. A glance at her phone again, and the time was just one minute away from being excused. A soft, bubbly rrbbbrbrrbfrrrt rippled out of her ass, and Mari sighed in relief. Sure, she could feel a wave of hot shit sitting right at her door, but with thirty seconds left, she didn’t mind at all. Standing up and flattening her dress, she took a moment to compose herself, ensuring that she wasn’t going to burst the second she stood. Her hand moved for the handle when she was sure she wouldn’t explode–
Creeeeeeeeakkkk– BAM
The sound of a door opening and closing on the other side caught Mari off guard, jumping slightly on her end of the booth. Urine spritzed out like a leaky faucet, decorating her white flower panties with a nice and tiny patch of sunflowers. Panting came from the other side as the figure caught their breath, and Mari nervously pulled her phone out.
“A-am I too late…? I ran here so fast, but…”
That voice caused Mari to pause– Kokona…? If she came all the way here, the confession must be something important. Gulping, the time clicked to 5 right in front of Mari, and caused her to elicit a whimper. She was surely going to regret this, but for a friend. . .
“L-let’s begin the confession…”
Mari forced herself to sound confident. Kokona obviously recognized the voice, though that only made her more excited to do this. If it was a trusted friend, maybe confessing wouldn’t be so bad!
. . .
“. . .And then, I was so fed up with her… I mean, it was bad enough that the other kids called me Cacona, but my own sister called me Kokona Shitohana…! I had enough! Shun-nee wasn’t going to get away with it on my watch. So, I waited a few days and got the strongest laxative possible from the Eastern Alchemy Society… And maybe I…”
The sounds of Kokona’s confession were being listened to, though how much she’d be able to retain was anyone’s guess. Sitting on the stool, Mari bit her bottom lip as she rocked in her seat, trying not to spill more out. She was positively bursting, and the feeling was oddly reminiscent of needing to go potty when she was a little fox. Too shy to ask in class, Mari had old memories of having the same blunders in her seat as a little girl. Some things never changed it seemed, as Mari did her best to keep her continence in control– With arguable success. Kokona had been painstakingly dragging the story out for full context; something Mari did not need to absolve her of sin! As a result, fifteen minutes flew by, Mari barely being able to keep her body in control, her bladder giving up much quicker than her bowels. Her pee wanted out, and no amount of hands on her kitty was preventing it. The spurts only grew as Kokona explained her own wetting, eventually causing Mari to elicit a soft moan and whimper– Her urethra gave up, and her thighs convulsed involuntarily as piss began to soak her vulva and the rest of her pussy alike. The urine pooled under her and drenched her clothing, the pissy puddle soaking the wood as urine spread under her asscheeks, giving them a nice and damp warming. She wanted to cry, but to be honest, pee wasn’t the thing she was scared of. Sure, sitting in her pissy pants like a little girl was bad enough, but there was no way in heaven she would soil herself– and defile her panties with something so, so…
“--filthy! It just came out like, like…”
Mari’s face flushed over red, huffing silently as she tried to intently listen to Kokona’s story. She needed a distraction, though arguably not this one. Her anus twitched and flowered, rancid, soft poots sputtering dirty air into her panties, though not for long. Bits of fecal matter quickly found their way to her exit, and those farts graduated to sharts in real time. She wanted to gasp, to rush out of the booth, to do something before her shit burst out of her ass like–
“Like squeezing toothpaste out!”
Mari huffed and bit her finger, whispering soft pleas of denial as her ass did just that. Shit coiled into her panties, the thick, soft ropes of scat bending and softly settling into their new home. Her panties quickly became the new resident of her scatty unleash, mushy poop filling the seat and tenting them out as Mari raised her rear up to allow it to bulge properly. The smell caught wind in her nostrils instantly, the rancid stink reminding her of–
“Of a sewage tank, it was so gross! Shun-nee was so embarrassed that she pooped herself that badly, and no matter how much she tried to hold it in on the playground, it just kept coming out in front of the kids. The smell was so bad though, I can almost smell it n–”
Kokona paused, sniffing the air and leaning closer to the booth. She could hear the faint squishing from the other side, one she recognized as shit smearing against ass, as if someone sat in it. She was quite familiar with that sound, considering she’d shit herself the other day, and also got to witness it twice in real time. She felt guilty instantly, looking at the time on her own device as Mari was forced to sit and squish in her mess.
“6-6:00 PM..?! I-I’m so sorry, Mari-san…! Because of me holding you past the time, you. . .”
“K-kokona-san…”
Mari sounded off, though Kokona obviously knew that was because of the accident.
“T-this much…is nothing…”
Mari huffed, causing Kokona’s eyes to widen. No wonder she was one of three to be allowed to run confessions- If shitting herself didn’t make her break the seal, then what would? Kokona’s heart fluttered, and she realized just why Sensei had chosen her. That was the type of instructor she needed to be. Instead of crying and getting upset, seeking revenge for an accident that was entirely her fault… She should have focused on teaching her class, poopy panties or not!
While Kokona continued the story, Mari had completely lost the plot. Well, not entirely. She was sitting on the edge of the seat, pussy properly pressed against the corner of the booth as she felt shit smear all over her private parts. Her hips began to jerk forward and backwards, the holy sister beginning to hump her panties as she leaned forward, eagerly listening to Kokona’s story. The vivid descriptions of how it must have felt for Shun… The way Kokona saw her shit smear all over her ass and pussy, leaving a brown streak on the slide she went down. Mari’s hands gripped the handlebars as she rocked back and forth, digging her pussy into the edge relentlessly, fluid forming and wetting her shitty panties further. She had to resist the urge to sit up and slam her ass down, wanting more of her mess to spread. Mari was actively giving up now, giving a soft grunt as she willingly forced shit into her panties, only taking the pressure off her pussy to move her ass backwards and guide the mess to slick her pussy. With it freshly coated in her dirty expulsions, Mari returned to digging her cunny into the corner, huffing loudly. She was so, so close… A few more thrusts and a bit more pressure, and–
“M-mari-san…? Come on out, I wanna help you clean up…”
The drool leaking from her lips caused Mari to gasp and return to the proper sitting position. Clearing her throat, Mari felt ashamed, but still. . . Her loins ached similarly to her last accident as she waddled to the restrooms with Kokona. Fortunately, it was 6:00 PM. Nobody else would be in the cathedral this late, meaning Mari could walk with no worry of her bulging panties getting caught. The familiar locking of the door happened, and Mari raised her sister’s uniform up to expose herself to the child. Kokona didn’t flinch this time, hands gripping her waistband and pulling them down, exposing Mari’s shit-slicked cunny. Kokona showed no weakness, grabbing some wet wipes and holding Mari’s hips. Immediately she got to work, fingers deftly pressing her pussy with the wipe, causing Mari to stifle a moan. Kokona’s face gazed up in confusion, but…
‘She must be embarrassed, I should make it quick…’
Kokona was proud of herself for that one, her fingers pulling the chubby flesh of Mari tightly, holding her in place. Her right hand went back in on Mari, rubbing the shitty wipe against her lips. Mari bit her upper ones to prevent from moaning again– but she was anything but ready to get cleaned. The more rigorous Kokona got, the more Mari felt herself coming closer. This was way better than finishing in the booth. Just a bit more…
Tossing her old wipe, Kokona grabbed a new one, letting go of Mari’s love-handle thigh. Her fingers now found a spot to peel apart Mari’s lower lips, her innocent eyes scanning until she landed on an area infected with fecal matter. As if she were power washing, Kokona went in with the wipe, using her nail to gently dig into the shit along her lady bits, scrapping it off and rubbing her in just the right way to–
“A-aa..aaa…”
Mari did her best to hide the clenching of her pelvic muscles, her thighs twitching slightly as she did her best to retain muscle control. Luckily, Kokona had a fast reaction time, leaping backwards when she noticed a stream of pale liquid spurting out of Mari’s pussy.
“Jeez, you could have said you weren’t finished..! When you’re done, turn around and I can do your butt. You can be such a handful sometimes, Mari-san…”
A playful banter, not one Mari was mentally capable of appreciating. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure as her pissy release trickled to a stop, the dull ache in her loins vanishing as the convulsions slowly stopped. She flinched as Kokona went back down on her with the wipes, though to be honest. . .
Mari was wondering just how long it’d take her to need the toilet again. It was. . .Gross, sure, but she could tell something about that had only made it more pleasurable. The confessional, standing in the train in poopy panties…
She needed to do this again, and soon.
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