Bleach: Ichigo’s Great Escape (Patreon)

--- Ladies Night ---

“Aaaah, now this is good!” Rangiku said, sloshing her bottle of sake around in her hand. She leaned back, her round butt resting on a pillow taken from one of Urahara’s couches. She tipped back the bottle, pouring the drink down with practiced ease. “Sake with my favorite ladies!” She sighed, looking around at her companions for the evening.Yoruichi, Soifon, and Unohana helped from a circle with Rangiku. Each of the ladies rested in their own way. Yoruichi sat back, confident as always. She was dressed in little more than a long night shirt that showed plenty of leg. Soifon hovered close by, sipping her sake quietly and stealing glances at Yoruichi, obvious as ever. Unohana sat like a lady, kneeling on her pillow with a small cup in her hand. Rangiku herself lay with her shapely legs under her, an almost geisha-like pose. They had met in the one place that was available to them in the human world, even if it was small and a bit dingy. Yet, all the same it was a place that they could enjoy. A blush spread across Rangiku’s face, tipsiness taking effect already. She wondered if it had been a good thing to have a bottle before coming over. “. . .even if we do have to meet in this little shack.” She followed up, flicking away some dust that was drifting towards her finger.

“Hey, home is home. . .at least for the time being.” Yoruichi shrugged, her top slipping over one gracefully carved shoulder. She tipped back the sake bottle, finishing the last drops of her first bottle. Master of many things, Yoruichi held her liquor well. Soifon leaned in, eager to serve Yoruichi by fetching more alcohol for her or some other minor task. As always, Soifon had tried to make herself cute for Yoruichi. She wasn’t comfortable enough to wear her own nightclothes (a very frilly sleeping dress) but wanted to look attractive. So, she had opted to wear her backless, black ninja outfit. Thus far, Yoruichi had not said anything about the outfit but that had not dissuaded Soifon from trying to catch her eye. With her usual blush and timid nature, she tried to scoot closer towards Yoruichi. Also true to form, Yoruichi was slow to give Soifon what she wanted. As if for the first time that night, Yoruichi took notice of her subordinate. “Aaaah, Soifon! How about fetching us some snacks?” She patted Soifon’s head, much like one would pet a leal and loyal dog.

“Yes, Lady Yoruichi!” Soifon responded much like a leal and loyal dog would. She almost tripped over herself as she got up and ran toward the storage room. Even through her combat outfit, Soifon’s hips and naked ass could be seen bouncing. Yoruichi smiled like the cat that got the canary. She did not turn to watch the woman go, instead slyly taking glimpses in a hanging mirror. She couldn’t ever be too obvious, that would spoil the dynamic between the two.

The ladies then fell back to talking. Sharing stories and gossiping about the other members of the Gotei 13. It was nice to unwind. Being a Soul Reaper was stressful and unimaginably difficult, so it was good to get these times to relax a bit. Rangiku did most of the talking, excitedly sharing every story she had in a blithe and glib manner. Her breasts, enormous and round as ever, bounced under the small t-shirt she was wearing. It was hard for the other women to not take notice. It was impressive how Rangiku’s breasts could look even bigger when covered. Yoruichi knew that they made Soifon jealous and she herself had even had moments of envy, Unohana was harder to read. Despite her constant smile and soft demeanor, Unohana had a past and presence that shot ice through most anyone’s veins. Yet, she was still polite and had her motherly moments.

“Thank you for inviting me, it’s so good to be out.” Unohana said, taking a sip from her little cup of sake. She had drank the least, merely enjoying the company around her in near silence.

“Oooofff course!” Rangiku said, crawling forward a bit on the floor. Her empty bottle of sake rolled away from her, knocked over by one of her shapely thighs. “Really, I was just hoping you would teach me how to braid your hair like that.” Rangiku said, reaching a hand out to stroke the long braid of black hair.

“Ah, ah. Let’s keep our hands to ourselves.” One of Unohana’s eyes opened, just enough to show the pupils underneath. Rangiku froze, her hair rising like a cat that sensed extreme and present danger. She practically leaped back to her pillow, shivering. Even Yoruichi couldn’t help but scoot her pillow further away from the 4th division captain, better that Soifon sat next to her.

“Sss. . ahem. . .Soifon!” Yoruichi called, needing to clear her throat after the little incident with Unohana. “How are those drinks coming? I see a lot of empty sake bottles around here!” To make her point, she tapped her own empty bottle against the ground, clinking it loudly.

“My apologies!” Soifon yelled from the back. “I am trying to carry it all, Lady Yoruichi. Sorry for my tardiness!” Her voice drew closer and soon she reappeared. Soifon carried several bottles of sake balanced one on top of each other. Atop the sake bottles, she also carried some boxes wrapped in red lace. “I was trying to find some snacks for us.” Soifon skillfully set the bottles down one by one at the foot of each woman. However, she set the boxes before Yoruichi in a display of affection that was poorly disguised as accidental. Soifon then took her seat, lightly kicking her pillow over an inch or two away from Unohana and next to Yoruichi. She sat, very proud of herself. “I found some boxes of chocolates that were being stored away.” She smiled, waiting for a compliment from Yoruichi.

“Well, well. . .” Yoruichi said, picking up one of the boxes and unwrapping it. Her other slim, dexterous foot kicked the boxes towards the middle of the circle. She took the box top off, approaching the candy with catlike curiosity. The chocolates were plump and inviting, seemingly filled with some sort of filling as there was a fruity aroma to the box. Yoruichi picked one out of the box, slowly bringing it to her mouth. Slyly, she watched as Soifon grew more and more excited as sweet drifted closer to her mouth. Stars filled Soifon's eyes as she clutched her chest, her mouth hanging open in anticipation. Yoruichi hoped the chocolate would be good. She so rarely indulged like this, preferring only alcohol every once and a while. Yet, she could smell the chocolate more clearly now, sensing the rich flavor that was imbued within. However, when the candy brushed her lips, she got an idea. Yoruichi grinned, pausing for a moment. Quick as lighting, she tossed the chocolate at Soifon. It struck home in her mouth, making her gulp it down quickly.

“Gack. . ugh. . .Lady Yoruichi!” Sofion coughed, patting her chest. “Why?” She coughed more, recovering from her mistress’ little prank. She could hear the giggles and soft laughter of the other girls, a deep blush coming over her. Soifon washed the chocolate down fully with some sake, trying to cure her cough. Slowly, the cough dissipated as did the embarrassment of being had by Yoruichi again. Yet, as those feelings fell away they were replaced with a new one. A sense of heat rose in her, a desire such as she had never felt in her entire life. Soifon picked up another chocolate. She stuffed it into her mouth quickly. “Wow! These are good!” Soifon smiled, thoughts of anything other than the candies falling away. “You guys have to try these!” She continued popping them into her mouth, hardly seeming to chew. Soifon, usually repressed and not willing to make a scene, picked up her eating pace with intensity.

The other women took the ringing endorsement and began to work through the chocolates. The same effect stole over them. Even Unohana, as reserved as she was, found herself scarfing the chocolates more than eating them. Manners forgotten, they all ate in different ways. Still the most ladylike, Unohana simply tipped the box back and let the mass of chocolates fall into her mouth. While she was still wearing her uniform, the loose movements seemed to start shaking it loose and exposing more of her chest. Rangiku, feeling the alcohol or something strongly, set the box down on the ground and picked the chocolates out with her teeth. She felt sexy and uncontrolled, in a manner that was even stronger than when she was drunk. Yoruichi and Soifon fed each other chocolates, throwing and tossing them at each other in some sort of lovers game. It was wild, like the sake had hit all at once. The girls felt themselves changed, different somehow. Those changes soon became more than mental.

Being the first to indulge, Soifon felt them first. More specifically, she felt her breasts first. For the first time in her life she felt the bounce and jiggle of her breasts. While always beautiful, Soifon was famously flat chested. Yet, as the chocolates poured into her, she found her body growing and changing. In spurts and bounds, she blimped up. Her breasts would shoot up a size, then her ass would fill further out, or maybe her stomach would roll further onto her lap. Each chocolate eaten seemed to further fill her body out. “Lady Yoruichi. . .what is happening?” Soifon asked distantly, her mind growing further and further from her body. While she saw and recognized what was happening to her, it seemed not to matter. Rather, it even felt a little good. “What do you think?” Soifon said, jiggling her chest back and forth. Her breasts, now surging with growth, lolled back and forth under her black jumpsuit. One of the straps boke, allowing her now fattened breast to enjoy the night air freely. The other strap looked like it could burst any moment. She continued to grow, even without eating more chocolates.

“I think you still have a ways to go.” Yoruichi smiled, thrusting her own chest forward. She had started to fatten up as well. Whatever had been in the chocolates was now taking effect across the entire group. The already well formed curves of Yoruichi and Rangiku were becoming absurd. Rangiku’s breasts were getting close to basketball sized, whilst her butt was devouring the pillow she had been resting on. The weight spread across the women quickly, forcing their clothes into tight, awkward positions. “Poor little. . .AH. . .Soifon, just a step behind!” Yoruichi spoke through the sounds of rips and rends in her clothing. Her widening figure forced her shirt and panties to the very edge, and they were proving unworthy. A fat, tanned breast appeared as her shirt started to tear. Across the circle, the belt on Rangiku’s short kimono snapped to allow her stomach to flood out. The strawberry haired woman gushed and squealed as her body forced its way to further bigness, each movement making her breasts slap her chin. Even Unohana was not spared as her robes started to tear from the back, revealing a large butt with a lacey black thong.

The women grew and grew, fattening up further. They went from chubby to outright fat, bodies brimming with magically induced weight. While none of the women knew or cared, their bodies fattened to over 300 pounds, softening to a point of pure plushness. Their temperaments changed as well. Lust grew in their hearts just as chub grew on their bodies. The sight of so much naked and growing blubber filled them with obscene thoughts, their bodies heating with sinful thoughts of each other. They fanned their faces and curves, though whether to dispel the sweltering heat or make their bodies jiggle more none could say. They inched closer to one other, wanting to indulge in the chocolates as much as they could, but also be ready for what would come after finishing. A steam rose in the room, a pinkish mist drifting throughout the shop. The women continued their sexual rampage, taking time away from their chocolate-stuffing to tease and toy with each other. The noise of well pleasured women echoed into the night.

--- An Orange Haired Mouse & Several Fat Cats ---

“Hey, Urahara says to keep it down.” Ichigo said as he opened the door to the store. “I can’t take getting any more messages from him tonight either, so. . .” He stopped, trying to figure out the scene before him. The ladies of the Soul Society were spread out in front of him, blushing and practically naked. Their clothes had been shredded beyond repair thanks to their expanding bodies. Breasts, butts, and bellies were all on display along with every other sumptuous part of the women. They were still in a loose circle, though paired off. Yoruichi and Soifon teased each other, giggling as their stomachs bounced off of each other’s with audible smacks. Rangiku was sloppily pouring Unohana another cup of sake, though her face kept dipping towards Unohana’s breasts. The foremost healer of the 4th division had shrugged out of her robes, letting newly expanded breasts fall and sag out of her black and white robes. Each of the women had a lurid red blush that spread across their face. The room was full of giggles, sighs, and the sounds of fat hitting fat. Though, the noise came to a stop when they heard Ichigo’s voice. They turned slowly, staring at him with wonder and lust. “Ah. . .well, I think I’ll just head out for the night. Urahara’s shop, his problem.” Ichigo said, trying to back away from the strange scene.

“Ohh, don’t go, cutie!” Rangiku threw a hand out, quickly grabbing Ichigo by the leg. Her arm was heavy with fat, yet she could move it as easily as normal. “We just were thinking about inviting over a big, strong man to keep us company.” She looked up at Ichigo with eyes that blazed with lust and misplaced passion. Her breasts, already comically large before the candy, had exploded with size and now were close to resting on the ground. The other women verbally agreed, trying to egg Rangiku on further. Before Ichigo could react, he was pulled to the ground. Rangiku crawled on top of him, her naked weight working to pin him to the ground. Her stomach and breasts drug along his body sensually, her nipples tightening with renewed energy. “Let’s just have some alone time.” Rangiku pressed her body to Ichigo fully, planting a thick kiss on his cheek. The orange haired teen tried to rise, wanting to throw the big woman off of him but he found himself unable. The other ladies close in on him, pressing their large forms down upon him. Ichigo felt their hot breath closing in, plump lips puckered and ready to plant upon his body. He tensed, summoning all the strength in his body. He pushed himself up to his hands and knees. Rather ignominiously, he was forced to crawl away from the women. Yet, his escape was not to be.

Ichigo’s heart sank as he felt a hand grasp his leg. He looked back to see Yoruichi holding his ankle. “Ichigo! I don’t think we excused you from our little get together. It’s rude to leave early!” she smiled, tugging him back. Ichigo might have been able to get away front the tanned Shinonen princess, but those hopes were dashed when Unohana also reached a graceful, fat hand to lock onto his other ankle. Bit by bit he was dragged back into the fluffy, fattened melee. The girls kissed and loved on him, their lips traveling up and down his face and chest. He had never felt such energy from women. All the same though, he knew he had to get away. It would not do to be caught with so many high ranking women all at the same time. If nothing else, he would die of embarrassment. This time, despite the kisses and press of rotund bodies, he was going to get away. With one fearsome push, he jumped and shunpo’d away from the girls.

“Hey! Hey! Let’s all chill out here.” Ichigo said, his temper flaring. While the offer was appealing in some ways, he did not appreciate not being allowed a decision in the matter. He stood outside the shop, hoping the gaggle of women would come to their senses. They did not. Ichigo saw four shapes leap out of the building and dash off further into the night. He decided that home would be the best place for him to lie low. He turned and ran down an alley, his orange hair acting as a beacon for where he was.

Mentally he began to run through his options, treating the situation like a battle. While his opponents were bigger than he was, outweighing him by at least 150 pounds, that must make them move slower. Ichigo ran on, scanning the path ahead, behind, and above him for any sign of movement. Giggles and laughter seemed to echo across the area, signaling that his would-be captors were prowling for him. Hoping that he had out run them, he turned a corner that would be the most direct path towards his house. He instead met a wall of soft breast flesh.

“Awww, look who came back!” Rangiku said, enjoying the fact that Ichigo had planted his face directly between her basketball sized breasts. “And so eager!” She clapped her pudgy hands to either side of her breasts, wedging Ichigo in all the tighter. The orange haired boy was trapped in a wall of cleavage, muffling everything on the outside. He tried to grope for safety or a hand hold, but only succeeded in grabbing Rangiku’s hips. “Ooooh, you are a wild one!” She gasped, walking him forward in order to pin him against a wall. She massaged her breasts, hoping to make him feel comfortable and even turned on. She was going to smother him in fat, pleasing him in every way that she knew how. “If we go quick enough, we can get one in before the other girls show up!” She might have gotten her way, had she not released her breasts just a bit. She wanted to get a better look at the man who had stolen her heart, desiring to see as much of Ichigo as possible. Yet, that only lent him more freedom to escape.

“Yeah, that’s not happening!” Ichigo said, kicking against the wall to free himself. He started to run again, faster than before. Though that did little good. The girls were every bit as fast as him, only driven by an insatiable lust. They might have even been faster due to their wild abandon. They were so eager for physical closeness that they would throw themselves headlong into danger for it. Such was the case when Soifon and Yoruichi made their appearances.

“Come on, Ichigo! Spend a night with the Shihonen Princess and her sexiest concubine!” Soifon called from the rooftop of a building. With surprising acrobatics, she threw herself down. She flipped head over heels, Ichigo getting a marvelous view of her immense asscheeks. They were pale and perfectly round, the whipping wind making them dance and jiggle. Ichigo was stunned seeing them, freezing in place for precious seconds. Soifon landed next to him, her weight shaking the ground, and wrapped her body around his. Ichigo had never been much of a wrestler, so he was not able to understand exactly how Soifon had wrapped her huge thighs around his waist so easily. She grabbed his arms, further immobilizing him. Kisses rained down upon him, wet and sloppy. Sexual frustration that had been building for years was unleashed onto Ichigo, each kiss making Soifon constrict her legs tighter. Ichigo wondered if he might be knocked unconscious from the pressure. His question was answered when Yoruichi also dived out of the sky, ensnaring him from the front. The flame haired soul reaper was totally trapped. His hands grasped nothing but soft, succulent fat while his mouth was filled with Yoruichi’s breasts. The two women kissed and pecked at him, twisted together like particularly fat anacondas.

Yet, Soifon and Yoruichi proved to be victims of their own success. They began to get distracted in their kissing. Some kisses began to land on each other, rather than Ichigo. They were excited to have their little threesome. It would be the culmination of so much desire and longing, with the extra addition of Ichigo to spice things up further. Soifon began to rub Yoruichi’s arm, squeezing her bingo-wing. Yoruichi purred before kissing Soifon on the lips, pushing Ichigo’s head out of the way to accomplish it. The three finally fell to the ground in a pile of suffocating sexuality. Kissing and fondling ensued, a mad series of gropes in the dark. Anything was fair game, just so long as they could kiss back with equal passion. Yoruichi and Soifon ended up in each other’s arms, allowing Ichigo to slip out. Somehow, the two realized their error. “Ichigo! Get back here, we haven’t finished our training!” She worked to push Soifon off of her, pinching her fat. With a quick hand, she grabbed the back of his shirt. Her grip was like iron and she, just like before, started to reel him back in. Ichigo kicked and fought, wondering if all the struggle was worth it. He soon felt the soft kisses of both the two women. Their bodies pressed in close, bathing him in warmth and fat.

This time, Ichigo sincerely doubted whether running was worth it or not. Their bodies were so inviting. While the depths of their lust and depravity was frightening, the flame haired Soul Reaper felt a challenge well up in him. Maybe he could survive the onslaught, maybe he could give as good as he got? The thoughts ate at him. However, Ichigo still had some of his resolve remaining. He kissed back to the two of them, if only to get them to lower their guard. They were expecting him to resist again, to try and break the bonds of their pudgy prison. So, when he began to work with them, they gasped in surprise. Yoruichi arched her back even, well pleased. She pulled at his shirt, tearing hunks of it off. Ichigo fought to keep his head, swooning for a moment. He waited another second, letting the girls get truly comfortable. Then, he sprang off and ran into the darkness once more. “We have so much to show you!” Yourichi called as Ichigo’s footsteps fell away. The tan woman knew that she and Soifon would be up and after him. . .as soon as Yoruichi found a way to get her tongue out of Soifon’s mouth.

Ichigo was home free. He had made his way out of grasp of the sexed up women. He only needed to jog the final steps of the way home. Mentally, he ran over which women he had run into. However, each time he ran over the names he felt as if he was forgetting someone. Hadn’t there been four women at the party? Ichigo arrived at his answers just as Unohana stepped into view.

Retsu Unohana was a woman unchained. Her carefully reserved personality had fallen apart with the introduction of the chocolates, allowing her to become the woman she once was though it was all channeled into her sex drive. Her braid swang in the air, working like a pendulum that counted down the time until she caught her prey. She waddled down the street, eyes slanted with pleasure. She licked her lips. “Now, Ichigo, there’s no reason to run away.” Unohana tore off the last shreds of her top, letting her breasts bounce freely in the night. Huge, fat breasts swung back and forth over a soft stomach; with her braid resting between them. She breathed slowly, exhaling passion and lust with each step. “Let’s just talk for a while. You and I. The other girls can come along later.” She continued forward, within spitting distance of him. Ichigo knew he should run, but he couldn’t make himself. Unohana had such a presence that it locked him in place. She was a massive ball of sex, lust, and aggression that he was afraid to do anything but let her approach. When she did reach him, she roped her braid around his back and pulled him in tight. The rope of hair secured around his back, Ichigo was pulled in bit by bit towards Unohana.

Finally, his defenses broken down, Ichigo relented and kissed back. Unohana’s braid slackened a bit as he forced himself forward, finally trying to take the lead. It felt good to submit himself to his inhibitions. Unohana’s body was so soft and inviting, to say nothing of the other women. The two kissed, further heating up the cool night. Ichigo worked his hands against her fat, slipping one arm around her back. The other grasped at her hand, working the braid from it. Slowly, Ichigo pulled the chord of hair free to show his new found resolve. He was ready to submit to their demands. Unohana finally broke apart from Ichigo. With simple grace, she picked him up and slung him over her massive back. She wasn’t willing to take a chance on his escape. “Good! Now, let’s find somewhere intimate!” She beamed, slapping her ass and starting to walk. Ichigo looked down, watching the immense and heavy cheeks slap back and forth. He knew exactly what his night was going to look like.

--- Epilogue: You Owe Us! ---

Ichigo woke the next morning, covered in lipstick marks and panties. It had been an insane, wild evening. Purest lust had been unleashed on the poor shop, with hardly anything left in working conditions. The ladies had taken every bit of strength and love that Ichigo could have mustered, always ready for more. The young man had been forced to crawl his way out, extricating himself from his lovers. It was easier this time around. They had shrunken, effects of the strange candies having long since worn off. Yet, Ichigo couldn’t help but picture them as they had been: large and lusty. The ladies had moaned, but not woken at all when he finally made his way out of the pile of bodies. They merely shifted and embraced each other, residual bouts of sexual passion running through them. After stressful minutes, Ichigo had finally freed himself entirely from the mess. He ran home, hoping that he wouldn’t have any further adventures. He didn’t, for at least several months.

One day, however, he was greeted by a knock at the door. Thinking nothing of it, memories of the fateful night banished as best they could be, he opened it. To his surprise, he found a dark finger pointed at his nose and four taut bellies poking into him. “Ichigo Kurosaki!” Yoruichi declared, a smile gracing her lips. “It’s time for you to take responsibility!” She and the other women stepped forward, rubbing and pressing their pregnant bellies into him. “Don’t think that you can just get three captains and one lieutenant pregnant and then run out on the bill!” Ichigo tripped and fell backwards. He stared up at the ladies, each holding a gut that sprung out of their usual outfits. Round and fertile, each of the women were glowing. “You owe us a marriage!” Yoruichi winked, cocking a hip to the side. “And no excuses. . .this sort of thing is pretty common in the Soul Society.”

Ichigo groaned, wondering how he was going to survive this. Though, part of him wanted to propose his own set of terms to the impending polygamous arrangement. Something having to do with the girls looking a little rounder, and heavier. True to form, though, as he was about to mention his terms for the arrangement Rangiku and Soifon grabbed him by the ankles and began to haul him out of the room. Ichigo tried to cling to the walls as he was pulled from his house, but the girls were far too strong for him. “Ichigo! Come on now, it's not fair to us!” Soifon called. “Especially after taking Lady Yoruichi’s maidenhood.” Ichigo tried to fight, but found his head and back getting knocked on the way down the stairs.

“Yeah, really, Ichigo. It’s beyond rude to get a girl pregnant and not call. . .not even once!” Rangiku said, mock sadness in her voice. She rubbed her belly, her breasts practically exploding out of her robes. While pregnancy had hit all the ladies hard, it had especially hit her with regards to milk production. “But you’ll learn!” She turned, making a face with her tongue out. “Or we’ll just have to keep pulling you back!” All of the ladies laughed, bellies bouncing up and down.