Culinary Delights(Food Wars Erina&Hisako Tg (Patreon)

Their yearly barrage of tests were fast approaching and for the doubles section, who else would Takumi work with but his brother? They were like peas in a pod, bones in a wing, and currently Takumi was arguing over a messy kitchen, left a mess by the school’s number one chef, Erina Nakiri. It didn’t help his mood that Isami hadn’t brought the main ingredient for their desert challenge.

“Sigh…  Isami how could you forget the limoncello? It’s one of the most important ingredients for the dish you wanted to test and I refuse to fall behind Soma any more! I bet he’s using this time wisely in his doubles class to produce a perfect dish!”
“Sorry bro it just slipped my mind. I brought everything else. Plus you and I both know Soma’s probably  goofing off since we have a week to-”
“You don’t know that Isami! I have yet to beat him even once in a shokugeki and we need to be firing on all cylinders to achieve victory.”
“It’s speeches like these that make the underclass girls think you’re romantically into Som-”
“I KNOW WHAT THEY SAY! And it doesn’t matter. Apologies for yelling. I’ll get the limoncello, just clean up this mess from God’s Pain in the Ass and take this seriously Isami! You’ll never beat me if you keep lounging about.”

Though he didn’t show it behind his goofy smile, those words did sting harshly for the younger Aldini brother, Isami always feeling like he was in his brother’s shadow and it hurt to know you weren’t good enough yet from their consistent mock shokugekis. He was like 0-127 against his brother, but even so, he just quipped back, “Oh don’t be so hard on Erina, you’re just pissed cause she’s using up your alone time with Soma.” That got Takumi fuming as he exited, murmuring something under his breath about rivals and whatnot while Isami tried not to laugh too hard. It was strange though to see Erina’s workstation in the collective kitchen all members of the Elite Ten Council shared since she was always very fussy about who got to taste her food as if it was a gift from god. To be fair, the food community at large considered it that, a gift from god. Chances were she had gotten an emergency call or administrative matter to deal with, though she had been quite protective the last few days. She was cooking up something with Alice, though it sounded more like she was trying to disprove a theory than anything collaborative.

He had to admit he was a bit curious, knowing that there was a decent gap between him and his brother, his brother and Soma, and Soma to Erina. Whatever the dessert she had been working on was also just ripe for the taking, large dollops of a creamy looky substance that jiggled instead of smearing. Confident in his palette, perhaps just a taste of her supposed genius could give him a hint towards the next step, that push he needed to be seen as equal to his brother, or maybe even better. Plus he was kind of hungry. It was still early on in the winter, so he hadn’t slimmed down yet and it did look pretty good, the rippling superb. On the other hand it was kind of perverted, and he wouldn’t want to be caught licking the school’s top chef’s empty bowl like one of her horny admirers, but it was too late, he had resolved himself to do it and with one large scoop from his pocket tasting spoon, he doled out a nice glob of whatever she had been making, closing his eyes to try and taste a hint of her secrets.

What hit him was beyond description, a tsunami of pure, gourmet energy crashing over him, the flavor aftershocks growing as he seemed to be dunked lower into an abyss. How a gelato like substance could be sweet, spicy and flavorful at the same time while also working as a cohesive dish, he just didn’t understand. Instead of trying to search for it, he let it overwhelm him, the current dragging away a dullness to his taste buds, like a caul had been scoured leaving him to truly taste food for the first time in his life, truly savoring each individual component. It was intoxicating, a sweetness beyond compare like sex personafied while also having a potent kick that seemed to be there only to dominate him, laugh at his weak attempts to flail against its clear superiority. It was starting to lollygag, his tongue buzzing as he tried getting some cool air into his burning mouth, the built up saliva instinctively making him swallow as that stunning concoction burned its way down his throat, his Adam’s Apple going along for the ride as it was smoked out, dissolving on the way to the pit of his stomach while his panting took on a haughty, feminine tone, the taste burning its image into his mind, one of perfection, of womanhood, of Erina Nakiri.

His tongue twisted, the buds multiplying and surging to a complex congruence of taste buds, a realization that this wasn’t just any dish, but an embodiment of the school’s queen, her radiance filling him. It felt so good he barely even cared that his voice was hers, in fact he wanted more of this sensation, disgusted by the taste of Isami surrounding his God Tongue. Pressing it into the soft upper palate, his teeth buzzing in the gums as they shrank slightly, pressing in tighter as the already white teeth cleaned to radiant beauty. Next came the lower palette, the tip of his tongue pressing down as its influence spread, jaw reshaping into a refined point. It only took a slight sucking motion to bring in all the fat in his jowls, collapsing it into high cheekbones, perfect for looking down on anyone below his station. His shut eyes opened, now two Amethysts, their beauty only growing as their irises widened, both eyes slanting as they grew feminine topped with complimentary blonde lashes.

It was odd to think of himself as a raw ingredient after all these years of believing in himself, yet that was what he was, albeit one thankful for the molding it was receiving into its final form. The rough textures on his lips were marring the overall effect, so with an annoyed huff he slathered them in saliva, the taste matching the rest of Erina’s delectable flavor after three passes, his tongue just barely long enough to tap the bottom of his nose, the stout, piggy schnozzer honed down to a finely kept paring blade, his face nearly a perfect match for Erina’s. Dipping his hand into the creamy mixture and lathering the scoop into a sudsy froth. 

Of course both his hands were quick to shrink and slenderize under the bit of rubbing, his cuticles cleaned and healthy, the nails stretching out as clear polish adorned them, his fingers compacted to dainty digits. With the lather properly ready, he lifted his shrinking arms up to his head and massaged the dish into his scalp, moaning in epicurean ecstasy as it was like a strong bleach and conditioner, stripping away the black coloring and replacing it with a shiny straw blonde, his tightly cropped style shrugging down and expanding with a few helpful tugs into a mane suited for a lion, the silky hair smearing his clothes with the concoction while that first bite finished its slide down his esophagus, fizzing as it spread through his stomach.

As if a switch was flipped, his stomach was soon struggling, his wide waist jostling up and down as if a group of wild animals were duking it out, sweat flowing from the heat that surged in the acid bath that could do nothing to dilute the effectiveness of Erina’s essence. His body jerked, his abdomen thrusting out, breaking the buttons on the thinner fabric his Totsuki Uniform top was made of, leaving his belly button exposed and much of his hairless chest before the bulge of fat was punched inwards. Usually it took a full summer to burn through all his excess fat, yet it offered little resistance as it was pounded and compacted into nothingness, pleased grunts accompanying each punch as the violent thrusting popped his vertebrae, exaggerating the slight arch that formed. One especially strong hit to his gut sent him reeling, cock throbbing as his sides were like hunks of finished meat, being shaped for presentation.

First the left side collapsed, then the right, the lessened fat still bulging at his waist from the sexy curves that were keeping his organs well compressed. That fire in his stomach wasn’t content to stay there and he knew it, Erina’s desires subsuming his own, his mind racing as he realized the obvious solution. First he opened his shirt more, tweaking his nipples, using his nails to agitate the flesh and scrape at the brown, bumpy areola, squealing as they came to life as two, thick, pink protuberances. This was definitely an improvement in his eyes, each tweak sending new, glorious jolts through his body, his shoulders crumbling into a slimmer package, shoulders working themselves in circles as they popped back in to a lowered collarbone, but it wasn’t enough to just play with them; his nipples were like unlit matches and the fire in his roiling stomach absolutely had to reach them.

Gripping the bottom of his potbelly, Isana pulled up, moaning as the fat was slowly dragged up, the skin pulling taught as the backs of his fingers moved upwards. First the base of his hips was flattened, then up to his belly button, his hands shifting to divert the fat into two equal lumps as they were dragged past the dips of his waist. He was at the unintelligible stages of pleasure, wordless shrieks and moans ringing out as his enlarged nipples felt hungry, pulsating greedily as the first few tendrils of nerves dug into a feast of his fat, his jerky screechy turned to an unashamedly aroused moan that rose in intensity and volume as his hands fell back, nipples surging outwards in a blissful eruption.

Was it overwhelming? Yes. Was his cock emptying out spurts of cum like water through a colander? Of course, his body didn’t need that creamy masculinity ruining the dish of his top half, Isina letting his magnificence force it out as she played with her bounteous bosom. They really were massive, and better yet, massively sensitive, a pinched nipple enough to make cum spurt out her cock, so you could only imagine how spectacular it felt to dig into their tender meat and give her “girls” a proper squeeze. Usually she’d hate the mess of it all running down her thighs, but at some point her hair had spread enough cream to slather her pants and boxers, her cock springing from the side of some risque lingerie that hugged her balls tightly as they unleashed their loads, the top half of her pants a pleated, checkered miniskirt and the bottoms hugging her legs as a pair of loose stockings.

“Mmm perfect~! Before I was like a serene French church overstuffed with lawyers, but this is perfect harmony. Oh ho ho I’m not just better than that overconfident Italian prick, I’m the empress of cooking. Now just swallow this disgusting little worm, bring me to gourmet perfection!” Arina savored each word, maximizing full bitchiness as she made damn well sure you knew she was better than you just from tone alone. She suckled on her left hand’s fingers, lubricating them well as she massaged the base of her cock, pressing under the panties to juice out all of that testosterone, moaning as the checkered floor was sprayed in white. The hard muscle of her gooch felt less solid as she pressed against it, working her testicles and rolling them, her spit lubing up her sack as they began to emerge less when she compressed them, a building warmth bathing the area between her legs as she struggled to give them that last push, her meager Aldini jewels a nudge away from becoming exquisite Nakiri vaults.

“MMPH! Just GET inside a-AHHHHHHLREAD-EEEEEEEE~!” She had to spear both testicles with her nails, crying as her cum ran clear. They tore their way inside her, pleasurably splitting her insides while swimming to either side of her hips, her pelvis shattering outwards as cum trickled weakly from her hard cock, the muscled shaft tilting downwards as part of its base slipped into the new whole her fingers had to be pulled out of. Arina’s stomach growled, lips smacking as the edges of the hole puffed up into another set, hungry to be filled even if the meal was meager and low quality. Was this how she wanted to go? Without a single fight put up and going mad with ecstasy? Well duh, why be some mediocre fat brat who couldn’t even cook his way out of a broccoli band? She was ready to be Erina.

It felt like her whole body was being double boiled, sweat and saliva mixing as her cock began to suck in, each centimeter driving her wild with lust as her hips thrusted upwards, the heat making her ass swell into two exquisite loaves that pressed against her skirt and brought the panties tighter. Erina squeezed her thighs together, screaming as their fat swelled and wrapped around her cock, sleek skin encouraging her cock to press in, forcing it to fuck her harder as her stockings no longer hung loosely, digging into the swollen heft of her thighs. It was being devoured, each meaty morsel shoved inside soon dissolving into the clenched walls of her vagina, adding waves of pleasure as it slid deeper, fucked harder, pulsed weakly inside as clear cum continued to throb out. With one final squelch she screamed out, her cock fully inverting as the tip thrust deep into her body, jiggling her prostate as it reformed into a womb before rebounding back as a hard clit. Her cherry popped with explosive force, her cries filling the emptied halls of Totsuki’s executive building as she fingered herself, loving every fresh wave of euphoria that surged from her pristine pussy.

Eventually her moans died down to more controlled squeaks, the last few changes running through as her stockinged calves and feet feminized, toes curling in her slick pussy juices that coated the floor. It was in her gasped recovery that she heard the distant sound of the building's main entrance opening, the familiar grumbles of Takumi greeting her. Looking around her, she realized the workstation was a mess, cream, cum and plastic bowls scattered across the floor, the entire area needing extensive work to be usable once more. Wasn’t she supposed to clean this up for him? Wait what the hell was she even thinking! Takumi was lucky she didn’t make him grovel before her and force him to wait on her every need like a… hmm. Actually, wouldn’t that be a better fate for him? His food was okay she guessed, but he had to be put into his place for giving her orders. And she knew just the position to fill, her lips smacking as she waited for her unknowing future assistant to make his way in.

Takumi was ready to cook, and nothing could distract him from his goal now. Sure his brother could be absent minded every now and then, but he was still an Aldini and together they would find a way to overcome the stumbling block that was Soma. It was frustrating thinking of the time he had already lost just in this simple task of fetching their limoncello, but as long as the workspace was clean they could use this time to better prepare themselves for the task and go at it with fresh eyes. Except when he came in, the kitchen was in a far worse state then when he had left. What the hell was his brother thinking?! Did he want them to lose?! What in the world could possibly have led him to fuck up an already messy kitchen even more?! Takumi was so lost in his anger that it took him a solid minute to notice a half naked Erina in the center of the mess, licking her lips as she sent him some very saucy looks.

“E-Erina?! Wh-What the hell are you doing here and um…” He didn’t know how to react, her eyes betraying a very obvious set of emotions and desires of which he’d never seen levied at him. In fact no woman had ever looked at him so openly like the way she was. He was uncomfortable, and in more ways than one as the red flush to his face turned from anger to embarrassed arousal, Erina’s eyes sharpening as she removed a hand from her panties, the strong smell that followed making his head spin. She stalked closer, much like a lion stalks its prey, her fingers dripping from acts that he had previously only seen either in wet dreams or online when he had a moment alone and had other stress to relieve from the screen of his computer. It wasn’t like he didn’t have any kind of attraction to her, she was drop dead gorgeous and her violet eyes were easy to drown in, but…

“Wh-What about Soma?!”

Erina regarded that question with all the disdain of a teacher restating the obvious, rolling her eyes as she threw it back to him.

“What about Soma?” She was nearly on him now, her dry hand beginning to work at his white uniform pants, untucking his undershirt. Takumi was a bit perturbed admittedly, but her casual nonchalance at Soma must have meant they had a falling out. And she had chosen him! HIM!

“Yes! Take that Soma Erina is mine!” He hadn’t meant to say that part out loud, but the thrill of beating Soma in some manner was too much, the words just slipping out.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?!” That stopped him cold, Erina’s eyes suddenly dangerous, the studied look of a voracious predator about to snap their jaws on prey shining down on him. It was still tense as she forcefully swiped his pants down, freeing his cock as she grabbed it roughly.
“Well a bit of cheekiness isn’t too bad for a dish, let me see if you’re worth tasting at least…” Though she slipped to her knees, she still had control, knowing how to grip his junk in a way that was both erotic, but controlling, Takumi eeping as her soft lips began caressing his tip.

It wasn’t a bad taste truthfully, but it was unfulfilling to her, his cock’s flavor bland and weak, though it had potential with some preparation. One such step was her juice covered hand slipping into Takumi’s open mouth, his face in rapt ecstasy as she took more of him into her mouth, her tongue now sliding around his tip while her lips went up and down his shaft, teeth teasing his balls as she slurped them down. He was making cute choking sounds, his tongue lolling like a dog on a hot day, her fingers slipping in to let her own juices slide down his throat, the effects making themselves known quickly as his already hard cock found a new plateau under her intoxicating touch. Like any ingredient, Erina knew just how to prepare it with a taste, her mouth now focused on his testicles, rolling them around, popping them between her lips, erotically mashing them as her teeth nibbled at the scrotum, softening the malleable sack until her tongue felt give every time she pressed against it now, his balls rising less and less with each flick of her tongue. Takumi didn’t even realize what was happening, this being his first time and it was only once an overwhelmingly wrong sensation overtook his groin that he cried, cumming as Erina let his ball sack flop out her mouth.

Well, flop out didn’t properly explain what had happened, Erina’s tongue hitting a few pressure points that caused his junk to stiffen and retract, his entire body jerking as he felt a strange liquid sensation in his balls. Looking down he groaned, cumming forcefully as his sack pressed tight to his gooch and receded, forcing out every drop as muscles that hadn’t existed before slurped up his balls. The pleasure burned, his groin suddenly flat as all the spare mass jettisoned out his cock, Erina sidestepping the blast as Takumi collapsed to the floor, moaning as he couldn’t stop cumming until his hips had shaken enough to splinter apart, rounding out to a nice swell as he was left gasping, feeling around his groin and whining once he realized what had happened.

“A-AHHH WHAT D-DID YOU D-OOOOOH T-TO MY-” He was in a kneeling position, still occasionally spurting out a bit of cum every now and then as he felt his internals twisting, the heat growing inside. That just made it easier for Erina to step on him, her stockinged foot pressing on his head as his spine creaked and popped, his body bending to her whims as his spine rankled before snapping into a feminine arch.

“You don’t get to talk unless allowed, understand Trash? In a hundred years then maybe you’d be worthy enough to prepare my cutting board, but I don’t plan on waiting.” She played with herself as she talked, muffling his response with another handful of her slippery releases.

The flavor on her fingers was divine, that was the hardest thing to accept for Takumi, his cock hardening at just a taste and the depth of umamu running down his throat was unimaginable. It wasn’t just a simple taste you could try out and forget, it demanded attention, taking up ample room in his brain as it sent adrenaline and serotonin, instantly becoming addictive. He felt ashamed as his tongue began to lick her fingers, lips plumping as he sucked, desperate for more. Each greedy gulp brought his Adam’s Apple down to size, his moans rising until a familiar uptight whine gasped as her fingers ran dry, Takumi groaning as the last bits of a lump in his throat dislodged and fell into the pit of his stomach.

“My what a hungry little slut you are Takumi. I feel like you’ll be much happier as my servant won’t you? At least then you might be able to control yourself.” He was trying to ignore her, fighting against the constant pulsing in his face as blonde hair grew out, spinning like cotton candy into silky pink locks that tickled down past his chin.

“F-Fuck y-hoOOOOH~! S-Staaahp this!” The juice in his stomach was curdling, a few cute burps releasing as his abdomen flattened and pulled inwards, curving into a petite waist that worked wonderfully with his arched back, burgeoning curves all that were needed to complete the picture of femininity washing over him slowly, but Erina wasn’t going to wait for her servant to appear.

She had a marvelously evil grin on her face as she spread her legs, watching Takumi’s mouth drool as he eyed her exposed snatch, nostrils flaring at the scent of it before crunching down into an upturned button.
“Oh don’t speak like that Takumi, we both know you’re loving this. In fact, lets test your Aldini pride. If you really hated this, then ignoring me for… lets say a minute should suffice wouldn’t you say?” Her struggling captive was confused at first, until she began fingering herself in front of him, coating her fingers before stretching them out enticingly. His mind shouted no, begged itself not to go while his body desperately craved to suckle the ambrosia in front of it, already desperate for more.
“I-I’d never, n-never…” Takumi’s body won out, his feet snapping as he jumped forward, bounding out of his shoes and socks, pooled up pants slipping free as he wrapped his mouth around Erina’s gift. It was impossible to contain himself, cock shooting out a massive load as his eyes widened in ecstasy and transformation, turning a dark orange-brown as the rest of her face gave in to desire, only pleased sounds accompanying the changes as his shoulders rounded down.

Once again he gained clarity as her fingers pulled out, horrified that he would besmirch his pride like this so thoroughly. What would Isami think of him if he saw this?! Wait where was Isami? All he managed to get out was a half moaned “I-Isaaaaaahmeeeee~,” desperate for help.

“Aww do you want your brother? The same one you were complaining about just now? This is why your family name is worthless Takumi, you didn’t even recognize your dear brother.” She massaged his shoulders, loving the feeling as she crushed his weakening body to a more proper form, rounding his shoulders, slimming his arms, his hands the best part of them all, each bony, sinewy crackle like a horde of insects being crushed under her, straining the Aldini away to leave behind only what she needed. Takumi for his part was shocked, the fear and confusion arousing to Erina as she held herself back from kissing his feminized face.

“I-Isami?! What ha-aaahppened to you?!” The fact this used to be his brother made the arousal even more shameful as she stroked his stomach, tracing the curves of his body tenderly as the skin softened at her touch, as if rolling out the red carpet for a vip guest as to not ruin even the tips of her fingers with any hairy, blemished skin.
“Isn’t it obvious Takumi? I got better. Don’t worry though, unlike you I won’t leave my dear sibling behind, in fact with how much of me you’ve already taken, you out to be feeling some BIIIIG changes soon.” Takumi squirmed in her grip, practically screaming as she began tweaking and pulling at his nipples, not waiting for them to grow. It hurt for the first miserable seconds, the flesh rubbed raw and turning red from agitation, but another bubbly feeling rose from Takumi’s stomach, rising up like the rest until it hovered around his chest, suddenly pressing into the muscle as two bubbles inflated his nipples, making them far more grippable, pink and most importantly, sensitive as her tweaks stayed at similar levels of pain, but were overwhelmed by a rising, constant pleasure.

Even if his mind wasn’t being absolutely hammered by the sensations, he wouldn’t have been able to speak, the changes feeling oh so wrong, but oh so right as flesh bubbled and multiplied, fat pushing out into petite bundles of ecstasy. It wasn’t just his mind being overwhelmed either, his cock was pulsating, thick wads shooting out as the usual tight tip slit widened with each release, pulsating strangely as the orgasms began to blend in with one another, more a morass of euphoria than individual releases. It burned hot, but satisfyingly, like a spice aficionado taking a fragrant bite of some foreign masterpiece. All of this left him as Erina’s playtoy as she kneaded his breasts, working the fat to rise further as his petite bust swelled to sizable mounds. Erina had gifted her sibling well. Not as much as herself of course, but still she did not relent until her hands could no longer fit one in their palm, barely a trace of the italian left above the hips. And below would be so much fun to convert.

“Hisako…” She whispered it in Takumi’s ear, the words giving him a noticeable shiver as another load splattered across the floor, the tip a violent, red mushroom.
“N-ohhHHHHHhhhh~! I-I’m n-naaAAAHHT H-H-HYAAAA~!” Erina groped her almost assistant’s ass, giving it a nice smack as it fattened up like a plump pig, jiggling nicely as the fat dripped down into her thighs.
“Tell me Hi-sa-ko does it feel good, would you like me to rub your legs like you rubbed mine.” Takumi groaned, trembling as if ready to explode before weakly nodding, unable to think, to speak with the tremendous pleasure building without release in his cock, his entire body like a short circuited feedback machine looping endlessly into an unending tease. And every touch from his mistr- E-Erina brought him that much closer to release. He wasn’t giving in no, he was just letting her have his body before his mind was broken. He still had s-some pride left right? Righ-

“AHHHH YES YESSSS~!” It was no use, one of Erina’s fingers rubbing the sensitive patch where his balls had slurped upwards, the other caressing and tenderizing his thighs into pillowy hells, torturing his widened cock with further heavenly softness as his smooth skin wrapped firmly around the shaft, the red now a dark pink leaning to purple. Even he was getting into the act, rubbing his thighs back and forth, releasing more and more clear wads as Erina’s touch popped in his knees, curving his calves out and teasing her weak spot below his left calf that sent him desperately wailing things he would have never requested before, his subconscious forcing the words out, “P-PLEASE STEP ON ME ERINA SENPAI!!!” For a second the regret and shame overpowered any pleasure as he balked at what he had just asked her to do, but then Erina was rubbing his body again and the scales tipped back to pleasure.
“Well since you asked so nicely.” Erina savored the crunch as she pressed her body wait onto Takumi’s toes, crushing his feet down multiple sizes, shrinking his toes, his heels, though she had to manually grab the fronts from the back and pop them down to the right size. There was only one thing left now, both of them staring at his erect dick as it dribbled out a near constant sluice of cum, but only one of them was smirking.

Takumi waited and he waited, eyes bulging as she hovered her hands over his shaft, reaching down to grip it, then changing her mind. What was she waiting for?! N-Not that he wanted her to destroy his manhood, his last scrap of Aldini pride left. Umm… NO! He really did not want her to t-touch him th-there and m-make him a-
“WH-WHY ARE YOU JUST NNGH L-LOOKING A-AT IT!” He knew he had fallen into her hands the second her smile deepened, her eyes alight with predatory preparedness.

“Oh I would never tarnish your Aldini pride. Your family jewels. I mean what kind of woman do you think I am?” She trailed off, waiting for the pleasure to build in Takumi’s body until he gave another squeal of unrestrained lust.
“That is… unless you asked me. No sorry, Hisako can ask me things, Hisako is someone I respect.
“I c-can’t do-”

“No, ‘Ask’ is too good a word for the likes of you. Beg me to free you, to make you mine and then maybe I’ll get around to finishing you off.”
“P-Please I’m sorry b-HUUUT I-”
“Oh did I say beg? I still think that’s too generous. Grovel for me peasant. Prostrate yourself before me and become mine. Sound good?” Depressingly it did, his mind craving release, identity stretched to the limits as he caved, unable to take it anymore.

“I-I’ll do anything. B-Be y-HOOOOOR s-slaaaave if you r-release me. PLEAAAASE I’M YOOOOOUUURS!” 

Erina smiled, “All you had to do was ask… Hisako.” Takumi gritted his teeth and prepared for the worst, sure he could handle whatever she di-
“HNNGGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~” The world had gone white, thoughts burning, mouth drooling, throat cracked from how hard he had screamed, how good it had felt.
“H-How long?”
“Hmm?” Erina seemed genuinely confused, but as she understood the meaning she couldn’t hold back a smirk.

“Oh did you think that was a lot? I barely stuck my pinkie in and an inch just went straight in. Want to see?” Takumi realized he couldn’t handle it, whatever was about to come. This was a mistake, this was a-

“AAAAAAAAAAH~!” He could barely see through the stars, something thick splattering against his thighs, his body. Oh fuck how much more was le-

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO AGGGH MMMMPH!”

She was dying, dying of bliss, having her brains fucked out by a snooty bit-
“OHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUCK~!”

B-By her mistress her owner her wonderful lovely Erina her beautiful perfect ever generous kin-

“AHHH~! *HUFF* HUFF* OOOOOOH~! *HUFF* *HUFF* NNNGH!”

Was in heaven she was in heaven and her angel was smiling down at her, bringing her bliss and release, removing this scary Italian devil from her… wh-who was she agai-
“Hisako.” Oh that’s right she was Hisako and her mistress was-
“Prepare yourself Hisako.” Hmm? Looking down she saw her mistress’s finger drenched in sticky fluids and from her own body was some kind of… was that a black mushroom? Hisako freaked for a second, clenching her body, unknowingly clenching the new muscles of her vagina below, the tip suddenly slurping inside as she finally came.

Hisako didn’t know if she made a sound, or how visibly she had shaken, drearily rising from the afterglow of her first female orgasm. She felt wonderful, messy and most of all really, really horny. Looking up she was shocked to see her mistress equally messy and horny, her eyes falling to her exposed slit.

“M-Mistress you’re so dirty! L-Let me scrub your back. Follow me.” Erina already knew where this was leading, and sure enough, it wasn’t just a lufa rubbing against her back, now a pair of panties that was slipping itself against her privates.

“MMH NNGH HAH E-Erina i-is that NNGH G-GOOOOD~!”
“Yes Hisako.” It was so cute to have her former superior be so desperate to please her, her own memories crystal clear, not that she lamented much. Everything about her simply was better whether from ability, to appearance down to how she felt. She paused her fondling of Hisako’s breasts to turn a page of her manga before continuing their fierce fucking.
“MMH E-ErinAHHHHH~!”
“Yes?”
“D-HOOON’T y-you have to prepAAAAAAAre for th-the-” She silenced her with a kiss.
“Don’t worry Hisako, I’m more than prepared for anything Soma may try and I’ll take first seat again with ease. Harder now.”
“Yes mistress.” She could get used to this, though there would be confusion when the real ones returned. Eh, knowing herself, they’d probably ask to join. Many people had told her to go fuck herself over the years, and that was a dish she certainly wouldn’t mind trying out now.