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Chris hummed as he walked the halls of the school, eyeing his phone. A text from Yunyun always heralded something fun, but he was a little nervous about the location. Unlike their usual meet-ups, Yunyun was asking him to come to a classroom. Granted, it was the end of the school day and it was unlikely that he’d run into anyone, but despite the thrill of having sex–or possibly something even more fun–in an actual classroom, the thought of a janitor walking in on them
in flagrante delicto
was giving him the weirdest anxiety boner. The thought of a teacher finding them didn’t even bear examination.
While he’d been going to school here for years, it still took him a minute to find the classroom. He’d never taken music as a subject, so he had no idea where to find the music room. After backtracking a few times, stalwartly refusing to ask the occasional straggling student for directions, he finally buckled and did what he should have done to start: he pulled up the school map on his phone. It only took him a second to realize he was on the wrong side of the school altogether, and another ten minutes to hunt down the right place.
“OK,” he murmured, hand on the doorknob. She’d said it would be unlocked, and he braced himself for anything. The door opened as promised and he stepped in, looking around for his playmate.
The room was empty.
“Well…shit,” he muttered, looking down at his phone. The time was right, he shouldn’t have missed her–
“Chris!”
He jumped and looked around for the source of the voice. It
sounded
like Yunyun, but Yunyun as a mouse? High and thready, like it was coming from the world’s tiniest…speaker…
“How,” he said as he walked over and squatted down, “did you do that?”
Yunyun blushed, the color in her cheeks evident even though she was only six inches tall and perched atop a desk.
“Magic?” she squeaked.
“That’s fair, that was a stupid question,” he admitted. “
Why
did you do this?”
“Accident?”
Chris chuckled, but his already hard cock was now throbbing insistently. Yunyun couldn’t know (or maybe she could, given her talents) that he had a thing for tiny women. Not little people, not petite women, but actual shrunken, tiny women. He reached out and stroked a finger along her thigh, letting the tip stray up to her hip under her skirt.
She was wearing the school uniform, or at least the girl’s version. The green skirt with the white double stripe near the hem was almost indecently short, not that he’d ever heard anyone complain. The white shirt and matching green neckerchief did nothing to add innocence to the get-up, since the shirts were practically painted on and the green fabric knot fell right between the girl’s breasts, highlighting the “modesty panel” that was the only thing keeping the uniform from being downright pornographic. Her nod to individuality was the shiny pink latex stockings she wore. How she got away with it, he didn’t know, but it wasn’t uncommon for the girls in his school to wear crazy leggings and stockings as a way of being individuals while trapped in uniform.
As his fingertip lifted her skirt higher so he could stroke her tiny ass, she blushed when her cunt came into view, utterly bare and on display, just a tiny glint between the lips to show how aroused she was.
“Going commando?”
“Wasn’t the plan,” she said, shivering and spreading her legs as he ran his finger up between her thighs to pet the minuscule snatch. “But the spell seems to have, um…disintegrated them.”
“Uh-
huh
. And what was the spell supposed to do, exactly?”
“Ah. Yes. That,” Yunyun said, smiling winningly. “So uh. The plan was to get all my friends together and let you seduce them.”
Chris licked his lips, cock a nearly painful bar of need in his pants. “And that didn’t work out?”
“Well, they were um. Annoyed that I’d set them up to fuck my FWB, and I kinda tried to stop them from leaving, and uh…”
“Yun…”
She coughed. “Yeah, it was a crazy plan. But…well…now you get to find them?”
“Find them,” he said, teasing her slit as he cock an eyebrow. The slow flush spreading across her face as she unconsciously humped his finger was delicious.
“Yeah, they all kinda took off and hid.”
“Seems like maybe they don’t want to play,” he said, grinning.
“Yeah, um…I get that, I do, but they kinda have to…go in your belly…as a condition of the spell reversing?”
Chris shivered. “Wow. That’s…hot. How many are there?”
“Yeah, um. Besides me, there’s eleven? So…have fun, I guess?”
Chris chuckled and picked her up delicately. The boy’s uniform was fortunately
slightly
less ridiculous, just a white shirt and green tie. He could do without the green shorts, but at least they were down to his knees. He unzipped and Yunyun shivered as he pulled his underwear away from his body, showing her his leaking hard-on.
“You wanna ride up top or down below?”
Yunyun blushed. “Undwear ride sounds great,” she said breathlessly.
He grinned and carefully tucked her in alongside his cock. She moaned and snuggled up to it, hiking her skirt up again so she could hump his shaft. Chris bit his lip as he let things fall back into place, the sensation of a tiny body rucking and fucking against his cock sending bolts of arousal through him.
“Right. Now, where do I find a tiny girl?” he addressed the question to the room, but answer came there none. He hadn’t
expected
one, but if they were all six inches tall, tracking them all down was going to be wild.
He opened the door and peered briefly out. He’d only been in here a minute, so if someone had been smart enough to slide out in the ten seconds the door had been open, they wouldn’t have gotten far. The hallway was just concrete walls and a tile floor for dozens of feet in either direction, no place to hide from prying eyes. Satisfied that no one had gotten out, he checked that the door was locked and that there wasn’t room to get under it, then put his back to it and considered the room.
“Start at the top, I guess,” he murmured.
He walked over to the front corner and began carefully walking along the wall, eyes on the floor. There was nowhere to hide by the wall, but he leaned over and checked the wastebasket, and paused when he came to the teacher’s desk. It was a big, clunky affair, an old-school metal monstrosity that was basically a four-sided box, a hood that covered the teacher’s lower half with a pair of drawers on one side.
Kneeling down, he searched under the desk, looking back and forth carefully. There weren’t many places to hide, but the corners were pretty well-shadowed. He squinted into them, then pulled out his phone to shine the flashlight into them. As he did, there was the tiniest flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye.
Chris snapped around, tracking back and forth for the source. It didn’t come again, but as he looked, he saw a tiny hint of green at the back of the desk. He leaned in, raising the light, and caught a faint glimpse of Green fabric being pulled hastily into the desk drawer from the back.
“How–” he whispered, frowning. The drawer was two feet off the floor, and for a second, he was sure he was imagining things. There was just no way to make the climb that he could see. It wasn’t until he leaned down and looked under the drawers that he saw the little track climbing up the side of the desk, supporting the drawers. It was modular, meant to be swapped out with other sets of drawers, or other things he couldn’t fathom. It also had tiny, tiny holes spaced regularly, a near-perfect ladder for a determined tiny girl.
Chuckling, he carefully grabbed the drawer and yanked it open. The contents rattled as they slid to the back, followed by a thunk as the drawer hit the end of its track. Amongst the pencil cases, erasers, paperclips, and assorted other office supplies, he could see a pair of legs flopped apart, the owner upside down and pinned between a stapler and a stack of sticky notes. He leaned down, admiring the pale pussy and thick ass on display, the legs encased in latex stockings not unlike Yunyun’s. These were black, however, and he shivered as he saw they had articulated toes, giving the illusion that the girl had stepped into wet black paint up to mid-thigh.
“You ok down there?” he asked, leaning in for an even closer look. The legs twitched as his breath washed over her most private parts.
“Mmph!”
“Sure, hang on,” Chris said, carefully grabbing an ankle between forefinger and thumb. He pulled the stapler away and lifted the girl free.
“Hey!”
He laughed and righted her on his palm. It was Felicia, a gorgeous platinum-blonde girl. As though that didn’t set her apart enough, she was incredibly stacked, filing out the uniform well past the point of deniable modesty. She crossed her arms under her breasts, highlighting the impossibly perky mounds, and glared up at him.
“Thought you’d just bury me in office supplies?” she asked tartly.
“I was more afraid you’d escape out the back if I didn’t move fast.”
“Oh, that’s all right then,” she grumbled.
He smiled and ran a finger up her thigh, making her squeak. “Wanna try something fun?”
Felicia’s eyes narrowed. “Your little fuck friend said the same thing before she shrank us.”
“Well, same thing, then.”
“What could be fun about being…shrunk…” Felicia trailed off as he grasped his cock, calling attention to the fact that it was half again her size. “Oh. Um. I mean, it won’t…fit?”
“No, but have you ever wanted to snuggle and grope a cock that’s literally bigger than you are?”
Felicia swallowed. "I mean…no, but as long as I’m here…”
Chris laughed and carefully tugged her skirt off. She blushed and pulled her top off as well, revealing a matching latex bra that made his mouth water. She reached for it, and he touched her hands gently.
“That can stay on,” he assured her. “The stockings too.”
Felicia grinned and nodded shyly. He tucked her uniform into his pocket and then pulled his pants and underwear open. She shivered as he dangled her over his cock, reaching out to touch the head with her latex-clad feet. He moaned and she chuckled, stroking him more firmly with her arches. She yelped as he dropped her into his underwear, causing her to slide down until her cunt hit the tip of his cock, bathing it in precum from the tip.
“Wow,” she said softly, sliding off the head and starting to climb down the shaft. “This is kinda awesome.”
Chris licked his lips. “Ditto. Um, have fun?”
Felicia nodded distractedly, already working to get both arms and legs around his shaft. He smiled and let his underwear snap back, then stood for a moment, eyes closed, as he felt
two
tiny girls wriggling around in his underwear, snuggling and stroking his cock.
‘God, that’s incredible,” he whispered.
Shaking off the haze of lust that came from the slow stimulation in his pants, he checked the other drawer just for thoroughness. A quick scan of the rest of the desk’s nooks and crannies revealed no girls. He was about to move on when his eyes fell on the various trays and cups atop the desk. He’d already seen they could climb…
A little more carefully this time, conscious of the tiny size of his quarry, he shifted the papers in the inbox around, then the outbox. No girls. He lifted the pencils out of the cups one cup at a time. No girls. He leaned down and looked under the monitor–
“Crap,” muttered a redhead, staring up at him. Her hair was literally red, a scarlet that wouldn’t look out of place on a stop sign, contrasting brilliantly with her green uniform. She was lying on her stomach, barely able to fit under the monitor, and he could see hints of more red on her legs.
“Gonna come out, Yoko?”
She considered him for a long moment. “Gonna shove me in your pants?”
“That’s the plan. Unless..” he considered. “You heard Yunyun?”
“Something about going in your stomach?”
“Yep. If you wanna skip the pants party–”
“Yeah, so like, does that mean you’re gonna eat us?”
“Kinda have to, yeah.”
Yoko swallowed. “I would like to volunteer for not being eaten duty.”
Chris smiled in sympathy. “I feel that, but if Yunyun says that’s what has to happen, then that’s what has to happen.”
“Damn,” Yoko muttered. “Well uh. I guess pants for now. Gonna take me a minute to get used to the idea of, uh. Being eaten.”
Chris nodded and stepped back, placing his hand on the desk palm up. Yoko Seal-crawled out from under the monitor and then stood up. Her figure was pleasantly curved, though not the bombshell super thickness of Felicia. She walked over to his palm as though everything was perfectly normal, and except for the nervous glances she was shooting at his pants, he might have believed it. She stepped onto his hand and he lifted her up, admiring her.
Her uniform seemed a size too small, which wasn’t that unusual. Some girls didn't grow much and decided to keep the old ones if they still fit. And the office in charge of distributing the uniforms had a lassez faire attitude to making sure they fit. He’d walked around in pants that were so baggy he could have camped in them for a week before being sent to the schoolmaster, who in turn had sent him to the uniform office with a firm note to fix it.
Yoko’s stockings were sheer, showing her legs off to great advantage, and there was a cheeky little ruffle of lace around the tops. He ran a fingertip over the lace, finding it strangely soft once it was shrunk, none of the scratchy texture nylon lace usually had. His finger traced up between her legs and she shivered as he touched her cunt under her skirt. The soft, miniature mound was starting to get slick, and he felt just a hint of that on his finger. He spread it around, using it to lubricate the situation and get a better stroke on her.
“Enjoying yourself?” She asked. She was trying to sound acerbic and tart, but the quaver in her voice and the trembling in her thighs, as he continued to tease and masturbate her, made it sound more flustered than anything else.
“Very much so,” he said amiably. He used his thumb to lift her skirt, looking under it at her tight, close folds. He raised his wet forefinger to her face, showing the shine of her juices adorning it. “So are you, if this is any measure.”
Yoko flushed. “I…um…yeah, kinda,” she admitted.
Chris chuckled and carefully pulled her skirt off, leaving her nude from the waist down. She took the initiative and he leaned in, watching closely as she pulled her shirt off over her head. She hooked her bra with her thumbs as she pulled her shirt off, so her gorgeous breasts dropped, bouncing fantastically as they came into view. On impulse, he leaned in and licked the left one, his tongue tip pressing into her ribs and sliding up, flicking it. Yoko gasped and shivered as he tasted her breast, giving her a tiny preview of things to come.
“How do I taste?” she asked, her tone trying and failing to be casual once more.
“Amazing,” he assured her, turning her this way and that to get a good look at her naked body. Her ass was thick, her cheeks perfectly round, a real bubble butt. He licked one cheek, just for the pleasure of watching it lift up and drop with barely a jiggle.
“Um, I did opt for the pants party,” she reminded him, looking over her shoulder, face as red as her hair as he tasted her.
“Yeah, sorry, just couldn’t help myself,” he said,
He opened his pants and she stared down at the two disheveled-looking girls. Their faces were flushed, and Yoko blushed harder as she realized they were humping his cock, one on each side. He lowered his hand down and she stepped in, sliding down the front of his underwear to sit on his balls, straddling his cock.
“Have fun!’ he said, giving her a little pet on the head. He let his pants fall back into place and turned to survey the room. “Right, now…who’s next?”
A quick rifle through the desk’s contents failed to turn up any more girls. He lifted things up, checking under them just to be sure. Nothing doing, the desk was apparently played out. He turned back, eyes up, and walked back along the front wall with climbing in mind. There was a power cord at the end of the whiteboard, and he suspected the power cord to the monitor had been Yoko’s way up. He ran his hands along the tray for the markers and erasers, tapping and moving each eraser, wondering if he was just being overly cautious. Then again, if he missed anyone, she was stuck as a tiny girl, so…
He heard a tiny yelp as he tapped one of the erasers, and lifted it up to see a very well-endowed blonde staring up at him, her face a mix of chagrin and annoyance.
“Hiya, Ahri.”
She huffed. ‘What made you check again?”
“Seeing Yoko and Felicia up off the ground made me realize that all of you could probably get to higher ground if you found the right place.
Ahri sighed and stood up. Like the others, she’d decided to wear colorful stockings, but unlike the others, she’d matched them to the school uniform. Hers was thigh-high and the same Kelly green as her skirt and neckerchief. She began stripping without prompting, and he shivered as he saw the stockings held up by an old-fashioned garter belt. Seeing the lacy contraption holding up the otherwise sensible stockings made his cock jump, calling his attention to the three girls wrapped around it. He bit back a moan as Ahri revealed her body to him, face set in a pout.
She was stacked like crazy, with the biggest boobs, thickest ass, and tiniest waist of all the girls so far. He’d always lusted after her perfect hourglass figure, and seeing it in real life and full living color just inches from his face was incredible. The fact that it was done over in miniature, like one of his anime figures come to life, made it even hotter. She let her clothes fall to the side, standing all but nude and unashamed in front of him. He leaned in until his nose was almost resting between her breasts, eyes raking over her body hungrily.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she teased.
“Ok, but…can I?”
Ahri hesitated. “Yeah, why not.”
Chris whooped and whipped out his phone. Ahri blushed slightly, posing a little as he snapped pictures of her, his cock jumping and sliding between the girls already in his pants. She bent over, showing her ass off, raised her tits up in her hands, and even laid back and spread her legs, giving him a full spank bank to treasure for the rest of his life.
“OK, that’s enough pictures,” Ahri said firmly, closing her legs after giving him a frank view of her spread pussy lips, her pink depths lasciviously on display.
Chris nodded, reaching out and touching her mound, making her gasp. Her legs fell back open again as he stroked her puffy lips, grinning as he realized that despite her seemingly annoyed attitude, she was enjoying this. He looked up to see her eyes on his face. She was biting her lip and clearly holding back against the urge to hump him.
“Having a little more fun than you thought?”
“I’m–” She squeaked as he managed to get just the right pressure to stimulate her clit. She panted and admitted, “Yeah, I am.”
“Mmm, that’s wonderful,” he said, leaning in and poking her pussy with his tongue.
Her eyes crossed and she did buck now as the flexible muscle slowly pressed and pushed at her opening, too small to ever do more than squish the outer lips, but more than enough stimulation to get her hot and bothered. HE pulled his tongue back, licking his lips to get the taste of her spread around his mouth.
“H-Hey!” She said, her face flushed.
“Sorry, but it’s a pants party. If I get you off, I have to get the rest of everyone off, and we’ll be here all day.’
Ahri whined as he scooped her up and got his pants open. She trembled in his hand as she looked down at his massive cock, the girls in his underwear almost all enjoying it like a body pillow. Except for…Felicia, it seemed, was wrapped around his nuts, and humping the flexible skin with mindless abandon.
“Wow,” she whispered.
“Yeah, it’s gonna be a lot of fun. Not that it already isn’t, but you can never have too much of a good thing,” he said, lowering her in. He set her with her back to his groin, a surprisingly empty area. He’d probably find out why later if he asked, but that would involve remembering to ask, so he preemptively came to peace with never knowing the answer.
Ahri settled in and started humping the base of his cock, both of them letting out a breathy sound as she settled in. Closed were the pants, and open were the eyes as he tried to concentrate through four girls jerking him off with their entire bodies.
“Hokay,” he breathed, shivering. He delicately wrapped a hand around his shaft, feeling the tiny bodies encompassed in his grip. He stroked slowly, eyes fluttering as he masturbated with four diminutive bodies, sliding them up and down his shaft for a moment. “Fuck.”
Forcing his hand away, he turned his attention back to finding the others. He had four in his pants, three of the eleven found. Just eight more to go…
The front of the classroom yielded no further morsels, despite his dedication to picking up and moving absolutely everything and shining his flashlight into every crack and space, no matter how improbable it seemed. They’d proven adept at hiding and getting into weird places so far, and he wasn’t going to be caught off guard again.
He considered the sea of desks, only 32, but it was still far more than he cared to wade into immediately. He eyed the bookshelves against one side of the room, lining it from front to back, and sighed. That was going to take forever to…
“Why?” He murmured. “Who’s gonna know?”
Chuckling he walked over and simply grabbed a handful of books, pulling them off the shelf and stacking them on the floor beside it. He grabbed handful after handful, working with both hands to achieve maximum speed. The piles of books around him grew rapidly, stacked as close to each other as he could manage so there was no space for a tiny to get into and ruin his efforts to reveal them.
He made it all the way down the first shelf–five feet long, three levels, 15 total feet of books stacked in neat blocks around him–before his gamble paid off. On the bottom shelf, there was a flash of movement and color as something small and fast made a break for it. Since he’d never heard of a green and purple mouse, he whipped around and grabbed for her.
She jumped over his hand and he yelped, before making the split-second decision to go for it. He allowed himself to fall over awkwardly, slamming down on one side, hip, and elbow. The shock of the impact radiated up his arm, but it worked. The
thump
startled the tiny girl enough to make her miss a step, and he had the reach to snatch her up before she could get out of sight. Blowing out a breath, he flopped onto his back, staring at the ceiling as he recovered from the sudden fall. DEliberate though it may have been, there’s no fun way to fall over onto tile without a lot of training that Chris just didn’t have.
The wiggling and squirming–and protesting–occupant of his hand called his attention back to the present. He squeezed lightly, grinning at the feeling of the tiny girl’s body thrashing in his grip. It was oddly erotic, feeling such intense power over something so small, especially when that small thing was a full-grown woman.
“Hello…Hinata?” he asked, squinting at the raven-haired denizen of his palm.
She stared at him and went limp. “Oh. It’s you.”
Chris blinked. “You were expecting someone else?”
Hinata snorted. “Yunyun said, ‘This hot boy I fuck.’ Now, she’s not a
slut
, but when dealing with a magic user known for perversion, there’s an uncomfortably broad set of options.”
“I see,” Chris said, grinning. “And I’m what, not a bad one?”
“Oh, we all know you’re kind of a pervert, but you’re a gentlemanly one,” Hinata said with a shrug. “Admittedly, being shrunk and facing the option of ‘be eaten or stay shrunk’ puts a quirk in that, but that’s on Yun, not you.”
“I mean, I am definitely going to enjoy it,” Chris offered.
“Yeah, but targets of opportunity and all that. So I, uh,” she blushed. “Hear that we’re having a party in your pants?”
Chris grinned and pulled his pants open, showing her the happy, horny girls driving him to distraction.
“Wow. That…should not be as hot as it is,” Hinata said, licking her lips. “Um, let me strip?”
He held his palm flat and she stood up. She pulled her clothes off unselfconsciously, eyes on his cock poking up from his underwear. He enjoyed the show, licking his lips as the uniform came off. Compared to girls so far, she was relatively petite, her body slim and muscular. Her breasts were a solid handful, but not the overflowingly huge ones some of the girls so far had possessed.
The purple he’d been seeing was revealed to be her stockings (he wondered if Yunyun had somehow convinced every girl she’d invited to wear different, brightly colored stockings or if it was just coincidence) to be lacy purple ones, the pattern indistinct at her size. He looked as closely as he could and thought they might have a flower or ladder pattern, though that was the best he could do without a magnifying glass.
“Ready,” she said.
She definitely was, she was cupping her breasts and playing with her own nipples, rolling the nubs between her fingers. He made a mental note that she liked her nipples, just in case an opportunity arose in the future, and lowered his hand to his underwear. She slid down his palm to land straddling his cock, and Chris moaned as she shimmied down it, her legs, arms, and breasts pressed into the shaft.
He watched for a moment as she fitted herself into the goings-on, squeezing in next to Yunyun and lightly punching the other girl’s arm. Yunyun was too busy licking his cock to notice, but Hinata seemed satisfied with the retaliation for now. She turned and Chris moaned again as she buried her face in his cock, nuzzling slowly. He swallowed and let his pants close, then stared at the ceiling for a few moments longer, focusing on the incredible feelings.
“I,” he announced to the air, “am going to die of arousal.”
No one announced sympathy–he hadn’t expected it, but it would have been nice if someone had given themselves away–and he grumbled as he carefully got to his feet. He stared at the bookshelf for a long moment. One shelf of the six was unloaded, but that left five more of the same. He thought for a moment about taking a break to search the rest of the room, but then he risked someone getting around him and hiding in the stacks. He quickly gathered up what he’d already unloaded and stacked the books on top of the shelf, almost blocking out the window. Then he started on the next one.
Halfway across the top shelf, a girl stepped out from behind a little statue of a gargoyle, startling the shit out of him. He fumbled the books in his hands and they tumbled to the ground despite his best efforts, making a loud series of thumps.
“Smooth,” The girl quipped, stepping to the edge and looking down at the pile of half-open books at his feet.
“It’s not often tiny women appear out of thin air,” he deadpanned, starting to gather them up.
“Ooh, good point,” she agreed.
“Why’d you give up, Nami?”
“Eh, what’s the point? You’re right on top of me anyway. What am I gonna do, make a flying leap three feet to the ground? That’s like three stories high!”
He chuckled. “Yeah, that might be bad. You um,” he eyed her as he finished stacking the last of the books, “gonna strip?”
Nami snickered. “What, not gonna buy me a drink first?”
“I have precum, precum, and more precum unless you’re into some things I’m not.”
The redhead shivered, running her hands over her sheer orange stockings, the same carrot orange as her hair. “Sounds good.”
His head snapped up and his breathing quickened. “Really?”
Nami blushed. “Sure?”
Chris licked his lips and stood up, pulling his pants away from his body. He carefully freed his cock, not wanting to knock any of it’s miniature riders clear. Nami stared at the head as it approached, the shaft decorated by clinging, humping girls.
He lifted the head to Nami, breathing hard at seeing how it dwarfed her head. She leaned forward, tucking her hair behind her ear, and kissed the slit. He swallowed hard and stroked the shaft carefully, squeezing out a bead of precum. Nami pursed her lips and sucked it down,l drinking it almost as fast as it welled up. Chris’s eye twitched and he gripped his cock tight to stop himself from painting her from head to toe.
“Tasty,” she said, looking up and licking her lips. He shivered as she wiped the mess around her mouth onto her sleeve and then whipped her shirt off.
“Thanks,” he whispered, ogling her body.
She had a bra on, which was necessary since her tits were massive compared to the rest of her. She was on the tall side, but whip-thin with a svelte body taut from various sports. But her chest jutted out, impossibly round orbs half as big as her head that screamed for attention. Hypnotized, he reached down and lifted one with a fingertip.
Nami blushed slightly as she shoved her skirt down, leaving her in stockings and bra. “You’d get a better feel if I took this off,” she said, fingering the blue-and-white-striped boob container.
Chris pulled his hand back and she rolled the straps off her shoulders before spinning it around and undoing the clasp. Another shrug, and it fell into the pile of clothing, leaving her naked before him. He reached out again, leaning down a little to get a better view, and hefted her breast on one finger, then the other. Nami stood with a small grin, back arched to push her breasts out at him,
“Wow,” he said softly.
“They’re better when I’m normal sized, but glad you like them. Bring that back?”
“Huh?”
“The dick, doofus.”
Chris grinned and thrust his cock back at her. He bit his lip as she scrambled up onto the head and crawled down the shaft into his underwear. He stared down, watching six girls crawl on his cock, playing with it like a jungle gym.
“Damn, that’s hot,” he whispered. He closed his pants, enjoyed the increasingly crowded conditions in his unders, and then started on the books again with a sigh.
He had half hoped for another easy find, but he plowed through unstacking books for the rest of that shelf, the next, and the one after that before he started to think that only the two girls had chosen the most obvious hiding spot in the world. Granted, he wasn’t sure how Nami had gotten on the top shelf, but still, the dense stacks of books with the open space behind them represented the biggest hidden area in the whole room. And if it seemed obvious to
him
, then maybe the girls wouldn’t have decided–
Chris blinked as something registered between stacking books and reaching for the next. He paused, staring at the top of the shelf, letting his conscious mind catch up to what he’d seen. Grinning slowly, he picked up the pothos plant on top of the shelf and delicately parted the leafy vines.
Nestled among them was a pretty girl with long blue hair. She eyed him and pouted, though her eyes were twinkling.
“You almost had me,” he said, carefully reaching into the plant and fishing her out.
Her hand came up with a tablet, and her fingers flickered over it. A musical voice sounded out.
“Worth a try.”
“No, it was good,’ he assured her, holding her up to admire her. “Green and white uniform, green and white plant. Good thought.”
“But always the hair giving things away,” she joked.
“Nah, it kinda blended.”
“Then what was it?” she asked, frowning.
He tapped her canary yellow stockings. “These.”
“Darn. I hoped I’d covered them with my skirt.”
“Sona, your skirt doesn’t cover
you
,” Chris chuckled, leaning in closer. Sona was definitely gifted in the chest area, but her hips and ass were to die for. The already short skirt the uniform came with became more like a suggestion for the curvy young woman.
“There is that.”
She blushed furiously as she started undressing. Like Yunyun, she pulled her shirt and bra off at the same time, her breasts dropping so heavily he had to wonder how comfortable having those were, especially at that size. Once again, he was grateful he didn’t have to find out. Her skirt she simply unbuttoned rather than slide down, though whether she could have gotten it over her hips and ass without tearing it was even odds.
Chris whistled softly as he admired her nude form. Sona shivered as he leaned forward, unable to resist, and licked her from thigh to chin.
“Eww, slobber!” she joked, somehow making her tablet laugh in time with her face.
“Mm, tasty,” he rejoined, licking his lips theatrically.
“Later,” she said firmly.
“Fair enough. You gonna be ok without your tablet?”
She nodded and he grinned as she switched to sign language for a moment. He wasn’t fluent, but he knew enough to catch,
plenty speak it.
“Sounds good,” he agreed, running a finger up her inner thigh.
Sona bit her lip as she stroked her tiny cunt, her other hand wrapped around her breast tightly. She gasped as his finger reached her center and began strumming the shrunken pussy. She spread her legs, slowly humping against the tip, then grinding against his finger.
They stayed that way for a moment, Chris watching the shrunken girl humping his finger with her eyes half closed, before he took a deep breath and shook himself, taking it away. She bit her lip, looking up at him winsomely.
“No, there’s plenty of cock for you to hump,” he said, grinning.
She laughed silently and raised her arms, making grabby hands to indicate
uppies
.
Chris snickered and picked her up, opening his pants once more. The sight of them rapidly filling with tiny naked bodies was mind-bendingly hot, and he carefully added the blue-haired girl to his growing hoard. Sona squirmed down to the midpoint of his cock, sitting on Nami’s head without a care, and wrapped herself around it. His breath hitched as she started humping, adding the sensation of her warm body and overheated, slick cunt to the cornucopia of insanely hot sensations bathing his junk.
“Just…a few more,” he whispered, regretfully letting his underwear snap back against his waist. His mouth was watering, though he wasn’t sure if he wanted to cum first, or jack it while he swallowed them.
The slow, erotic writhing around his cock and groin was a serious distraction. It was like being masturbated with the world’s hottest fleshlight as he tried to focus. And whenever he looked down at his groin, unable to keep himself from doing so, he saw the now fairly obvious movement under his zipper. Nothing distinct, nothing like tiny bodies, but it was clear there was something in his pants moving, and that it was moving
sexually
, stimulating him.
He forced himself to finish the bookshelves, but three was all he was getting from them, it seemed. Either the rest of the girls had realized that it
was
the obvious hiding place, or they’d sneakily moved on to greener pastures once he started searching it. He’d like to discount the possibility that he’d missed tiny women fleeing an entire bookcase, but he’d been
very
distracted by the ones he’d found and he couldn’t honestly say he would have noticed for sure.
Blowing out a breath, he slowly groped and squeezed his crotch full o’ girls and considered the rest of the classroom. There were a couple wastebaskets at the back, a supply cabinet, and of course, the sea of desks. Added to that, there was little he could do to be sure some hadn’t tried to zip up to the teacher’s desk while his back was turned, hoping he wouldn’t check places he’d already been.
“Damn, it’s like a playground for tinies in here,” he muttered ruefully, trying to guess where he should look next. Finally, he decided he’d check the wastebaskets and the cabinet first, then finally start combing the desks.
The first wastebasket yielded nothing. They were both small wire mesh models, only a couple feet tall, but he’d already learned that the girls could and would climb anything they could get their hands and feet into, and the mesh was just the right size. But the bag was empty, and there was nothing around the bin, so he moved on.
As he was checking the second, he turned it this way and that, picking it up slightly to check under it. There seemed to be nothing, but when he went to set it back down, there was an extra rustle. He frowned and peered closer at it. There was no way a girl was between the bag and the sides, he’d turned the whole thing 360 degrees and he could literally see through the mesh. He patted inside the bag, trying to make it make that weird sound again, but it sounded like hand hitting plastic, not the tiny
shushing
sound he’d heard…
“Oh, that’s clever,” he whispered as he hit the bottom and his hand landed on a very-defintiely-not-the-bottom-of-the-basket lump. He carefully pulled the bag up, peering in at the side. There was nothing and he frowned, tilting the basket before glancing up and seeing a blonde girl literally clinging to the bag with her hands and feet, allowing herself to be picked up with it to obscure her presence.
“Wow. Points for dedication.”
She sighed. “Yeah, just…put me back down slowly and I’ll let go, I don’t wanna fall from up here.”
A moment later, the bag was discarded and he was staring into a mesh prison containing one chagrined young lady.
“You really went all out,” he said, unconsciously stroking his groin, shivering as his playmates shifted, seeming excited for another girl to join them. “Like, that was brilliant, Samus. And you totally committed.”
Her eyes flickered to the other can, a gesture she clearly didn’t intend. He pretended politely not to have noticed. “Uh, yeah, it just seemed like the thing to do you know?”
“So um. You gonna–”
She flushed and started undressing. Samus rivaled Felicia for cheesecake value–and in her placement in his fantasies. She was thick, big soft breasts, broad hips, and a perfect ass that he’d dreamed of just burying his hands–or cock– in for hours. She was down to a functional bra and her fishnet blue stockings in moments. He grinned as he looked at the mesh cage she’d chosen to hide in, chuckling.
“What?”
“Oh, fishnet stockings, hiding in a mesh basket–”
Samus grinned. “I…yeah, that’s a weird unconscious coincidence.” She pulled off her bra and stood looking up at him, licking her lips. “So um. Now I join the Cult of Underwear?”
Chris snorted. “Cult?”
“Eh, seems like anyone that looks into them gets their brain melted with lust, so. Melt me, I guess?”
He laughed and picked her up, delighting in the feeling of her soft, lush body under his fingers. Pulling his underwear away from his body, he let her get a look. To his surprise, she actually half closed her eyes and turned her head away, as though expecting to be blinded. One eye opened and peeked, and then she slowly turned to look down, eyes wide, mouth falling open.
“Well, shit.”
“What?”
“It…actually
is
brain-meltingly hot.”
“Yeah?”
Samus nodded, swallowing. “Like. Giant cock, hot girls obviously gone with lust worshipping it…like something out of a weird fantasy story about a phallic religion.”
Chris huffed. "If you guys start a religion for my dick, I’m gonna be both very weird about it and
wildly
overuse that power.”
Samus blushed. “Too late, I think. Welp, take me to church.”
He laughed and lowered her in, his breath hitching as she squirmed into the press of bodies. Even with nine inches to work with, and a sizable pair of balls on top of that, there was only so much room in the pouch of his underwear, and 8 six inch tall girls were starting to push the capacity. By the time he’d gotten them all, it was gonna look like he’d stuffed his pants with three pairs of athletic socks.
Instead of taking time to adjust, he hustled back over to the other wastebasket and whipped the bag up and out with a brisk motion. A startled young woman stared up at him. She was platinum blonde, her hair up in twin tails, and she obviously hadn’t gotten the memo about the uniform’s wink-and-nod attempt at modesty. She had pulled the top up and tied it in a knot just under her boobs, eliminated the modesty panel, and turned it into a prono version of a schoolgirl uniform, a crop top that exposed her tight abs. The skirt’s waistband was smooth but suspiciously thick, demonstrating her clear dedication to under-rolling it so that it was even shorter than it was supposed to be.
Plus she’d paired it with latex stockings in the exact same shade, ones that went up to mid-thigh and called attention to the fact that you could see skin between the tops of the stockings and the hem of the skirt.
Added to all that, she either hadn’t expected to be found or was just taking advantage of being hidden to work out her frustrations with the situation. Her legs were spread in a perfect split, her skirt was flipped up, and she was three fingers deep into a serious jack-off session.
“Um. Hi,” she squeaked.
Chris couldn’t
quite
stop the leer from forming, but he forced it off his face as fast as he could. “Hi. So. Uh. You know Yunyun?”
She nodded, blushing.
“And like. Uh,” He chuckled and rubbed his head. “Look, um, honestly Jules, I’m a known uh…”
“Perv,” she supplied helpfully.
He coughed. “You guys keep saying that,” he muttered. “But yeah, that. And uh. Well, you also have a bit of a reputation–”
“As a total whore, yeah,” she agreed encouragingly.
Chris huffed with laughter and squatted down, acutely aware of the squirming in his crotch as the movement tightened things in that area. “Well, at least you’re fair about things. How have we not…you know…tired things out?”
Juliet shrugged. “You never asked.”
His mouth opened and closed. “But…not to uh…be rude here, but Yunyun said she was trying to cast a
detainment
spell on everyone who was heading for the hills?”
“Well, yeah. And she nailed everyone. Including herself. You didn’t think she was trying to stop
herself
from leaving?”
“Oh.” Chris rubbed his face, an idea taking hold. “Uh, so you weren’t–”
“I am always down for sum fuk, and Yunyyun has good taste in fuk,” she said, stretching her legs, and raising them so her ankles rested on her shoulders. “So no, I was not trying to beat my way to the door.”
“Cool, cool,” he breathed. “How many others–?”
“Oh, no, you can find them and figure that out for yourself, cutie,” she said, winking.
“Yeah, I…fiar.” He licked his lips, eyes locked on her. She hadn’t stopped masturbating the entire time and it was stunningly hot to be having a casual conversation with a tiny girl, helplessly caged and at his mercy, while she pleasured herself. “Why’d you hide?”
“Seemed like fun! Hide and fuck, you know?”
He laughed softly, feeling a little out of breath. “Wow. You are um. Wow. So…”
“Yeah, I’ve wanted to get in your pants since freshman year. Been very annoyed by reports you’re hung like a mule and haven’t offered to pound me.”
“Why…haven’t you…”
“Old fashioned slut,” she said brightly. “I advertise like hell, but I like a man who makes the first move, you know?”
He covered his face. “I’m an idiot.”
“No harm, no foul. And now I get in your pants, and you get to uh…add me to your newly formed cock worship cult–”
“I am
not
forming a
cult
.”
“Forming, being made the center of, to-may-to, to-mah-to. Anyway, you gonna stare at the free peep show all day or actually jam me in your underwear?”
Chris shivered and reached down, tapping her cunt. She gasped and bucked up against his finger. “For once, you’re overdressed for the occasion?”
Juliet laughed and Chris nearly shot in his pants as she grabbed the knot between her breasts with one hand and tugged it. When she sat up, her uniform shirt just fell off, leaving her pert breasts bouncing in the air. A second tug and the skirt fell away. She rolled to her feet, finally taking her fingers out of her cunt, and struck a pose.
“I’m ready for my cock-up, Mr. DeMille.”
He grinned and picked her up, hands shaking slightly as he ran his thumb over her soft breasts and abs, before holding her close to his face and stroking her tight lower lips. She bucked again, moaning wantonly, and he couldn’t resist. He pressed his lips to the vee of her legs, a French kiss as he tasted her center and lapped at her thighs. Juliet’s eyes rolled back as she humped eagerly against his tongue, little grunts and keening sighs dripping from her lips. With a sigh of regret, he pulled back at the last second.
“Ok,” she said softly without opening her eyes. “First, we figure out how to shrink me again. Then, you do that for
several hours
.”
“That,” he whispered hoarsely, ”can be arranged. I hope.”
She raised one arm drunkenly. “To the penis altar with me! A very un-virgin sacrifice!”
He laughed and obeyed. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene in his underwear.
“You know, as a dedicated size queen, this is pretty much my oldest wet dream,” she informed him.
“Well…welcome to heaven?”
“Church,” she corrected. “Heaven is where dreams come true, this is where I plan to worship.”
He sighed and jammed her in, tugging his underwear back up with some difficulty.
“Dear Diary, today I accidentally started a cult,” he muttered, shaking his head.
Breathing deeply, he stroked his bulging mass of tiny women, the slightest pressure from his hand through the cloth making them squirm, sending bolts of pleasure up his spine as his cock was teased in a cage of soft feminine flesh.
“And the weirdest thing, Diary, is that I might be a little into that,” he said, grinning as he stared into space, the fantasy of having his underwear full of girls all day, every day drifting behind his eyes.
“Right. Gotta find the last of them,” he whispered.
He walked over to the supply closet and yanked it open. Rows of supplies confronted him and he grumbled. He was damn near about to pop in his pants, and while he didn’t object to that in
theory
, in
practice
that meant walking home with a wet spot the size of England on his crotch. He vibrated in place as he stared at the neatly ordered supplies, making some rapid calculations.
“Hell with it.”
He started on the lowest shelf and simply skimmed his hand along, sweeping them onto the floor in a heap. He managed one shelf, and a startled-looking girl popped out two shelves up.
“Whoa! I know I’m hot, but uh…yeah, I give!”
He grinned, slightly drunk on sex. “Hiya, Lucy.” He looked at her, blinking. “Already naked?”
She blushed, folding her hands in front of her, which had the pleasant effect of squeezing her boobs together and thrusting them forward. She was built a lot like Nami, actually, except she had wider hips and thicker thighs. With her legs pressed together, it just pulled the eye to her cunt, the puffy lips glistening obviously.
“Yeah, well…I’m way too hot for my own good, and I didn’t want to get eaten with it on,” she justified, blushing as she stared down at his wiggling crotch.
“Uh-huh. Were you trying to get away at all?”
“I was!” She insisted. “Like I said, I’m too hot! Who knows what crazy things someone Yunyun thinks will be into a group fuck might do with me in the mix?”
“Oh, probably shove you down his pants to join an orgy, then swallow you whole,” he said, cocking an eyebrow.
“Um. Yes. That’s…about what I expected. Well, ok, not
that specifically
, but something in that neighborhood.”
“Could just swallow you?” he offered. “Still crazy, but–”
Lucy bit her lip. “I was promised an orgy.”
He laughed and picked her up. She yelped as he planted a happy, heady kiss right on her chest, nibbling her breasts, before simply shoving her down his pants. He left his hand there for a moment, stirring it around and feeling the girls sliding and grinding around and over it, then withdrew it with a shaky exhale.
“I think I might actually black out when I cum. OK. Two more.”
He turned and blinked. For the first time in this insane hour and a half, he saw a girl making a break for it. The pink hair could only be one girl, and he swallowed hard as he forced himself to walk normally after her, though every step sent seismic shifts through the jam-packed mass of women around his cock.
“Sakura–”
“I don’t wanna join a cult!” she yelled over her shoulder as she booked it for the door.
He caught up to her trying to find a gap in the flashing to get under it. He squatted again, vision flickering as his cock thrust into the twitching bodies, his underwear pulling them tight until they could barely move, and his cock felt vacuum-packed in girls. He forced his eyes back into focus and looked down at her.
“So…you’re already naked because?”
She shivered. “It sounded hot!”
“OK, so–”
“Before they all started making it weird!”
“I mean, it’s weird for me too?”
She shuddered as she realized the door wasn’t going to work. She put her back to it and stared up at him glumly.
“You couldn’t like, just turn off the spell?”
“I’m…pretty sure the only way is down my throat, but you can–”
“No, the dicknosis spell or whatever.”
Chris blinked, his world tilting. “That’s…not a thing. They’re joking. I hope.”
Sakura licked her lips. “So there’s
not
a magic worship aura or whatever on your dick? Or your underwear? Or anywhere?”
He hesitated and pulled his pants open. His face flushed as he regarded the orgy in progress. “Yunyun, front and center.”
The brunette wiggled up to the top and climbed onto the head of his dick. “Yes, oh Lord and Master?”
“That’s sounds culty!”
Chris sighed. “Yun, did you like, put some kinda spell? On my
dick
?”
“I swear on my magic that I am in no way responsible for any and all feelings of worship towards your dick by any parties involved, except for the accidental shrinking, which also does not come with any compulsions, geases, suggestions, aphrodisiacs, or any other mind-altering effects.”
“See?” he said, smiling at Sakura. “They’re just teas–”
“The dick is just that good.”
He sighed and pressed his fingers into his eyes. “Yunyun–”
“O…K…let me see it.”
Blinking at the sudden reversal, he reached down carefully and picked Sakura up. She stared down into his pants and blushed.
“Ah. You’re…hung.”
“A bit, yeah.”
“A lot,” Yunyun corrected happily.
Sakura swallowed. “So it's uh. That’s just…lust.”
“I picked pretty much all my friends that had a thing for hunky-hung guys,” Yunyun said, giggling. “Stacking the deck, so to speak.”
Sakura sighed. “And since I’m tiny, you’re hung…way, way better than anyone I ever have or will meet again.”
“That’s hopefully correct,” Chris said, blushing. “I’d hate to think of a guy walking around with the equivalent at normal height.”
“Fuck. OK, I um…yeah, get me in there.”
He grinned and picked her up.
“One of us! One of us!” the girls in his underwear chanted.
“You are
not helping
!” he growled as he deposited Sakura.
“It’s fine,” she muttered as she immediately started making out with the sensitive spot just under his head. “As long as it’s
regular
cock worship, I don’t mind, um…group prayer.”
Chris sat back on his heels, shaking all over. He wasn’t entirely sure how he was even going to
find
the last girl. His underwear was stretched to the point of giving him a slight wedgie, and
breathing
threatened to make him cum. He had been fairly sure up to that point that no part of the muscles involved in breathing also involved his dick, but apparently that was wholly wrong.
“Wow, uh. You look wiped.”
He twitched and looked back to find one of his biggest crushes staring up at him, smirking slightly.
While he had eleven other girls in his pants wrapped around his cock.
And he was already on the bleeding edge of cumming in his pants.
“Tifa,” he said, startled at how level his voice was. “Didn’t know you knew Yunyun.”
“Class president. I know everybody,” she said, cocking a hip.
“Yes, but well enough to get an invite to the orgy cause she kows you’re into…what was it…’hunky-hung guys’?”
Tifa blushed slowly. “Yunyun has a way of getting secrets out of people.”
“Yeah, but that usually involves her mouth doing unspeakable things.”
The dark-haired girl blushed harder. “Chief amongst which are describing her exploits in
graphic detail
and seeing who breaks.”
“Ahhh. So you two haven’t–”
“I am
very straight
. Sometimes annoyingly so,” she said firmly. She looked up at him, shivering. “Not that I, uh…I mean–”
“No, I got you, no hate for it, just not you,” he assured her, marveling at how well this conversation was going under the circumstances.
“Yeah, that.”
“Annoyingly so?”
“Yeah, well…I’m about to climb into the school pervs pants and worhsip his dick cause despite all my logic and reason, I am intensely attracted to cock, confidence, and men who have a lot of both, and you have both and I’m babbling,” she said, blushing furiously.
He grinned and slowly laid down on his side. “Does it help that I have like, a crush on you?”
Tifa stared at him. “Now. You tell me this now.”
“Confidence?”
She closed her eyes. “I…would like to discuss…that…over a coffee. Later. After the…” she laughed helplessly. “Orgy, I guess. This is not how my day was supposed to go.”
“I mean, my day had an orgy penciled in, but this was not it, yeah.”
She looked at him in amused frustration. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Little sex drunk,” he admitted.
“That’s a thing?”
“Well, you have to have enough sex in one sitting to get there, but everyone’s tolerance is different–”
Tifa laughed helplessly and started stripping off. “Just put me in your pants, you weirdly sexy man and we’ll figure out what, if anything, it means…later.”
He grinned as he admired her lacy, sheer black stockings. He realized he’d laid down on his side, and considered, then just pulled his underwear open.
“Hop in.”
Tifa shivered, crossing her arms under her breasts. They were gorgeous, everything he’d hoped for. All of her was, honestly. Her tits were lush and perfectly in proportion to her slim figure, the gentle dip of her waist, the slight flare of her hips, the small, sweet curve of her ass as she walked down to the yawning maw of his underwear orgy–
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered as she climbed into his pants. He closed his eyes, swallowing as he pillowed his head on his arm, finally allowing himself to really give in and feel the insanity of what was happening.
He drifted for a while, hips thrusting slightly, rocking as he listened to the faint sound of a chorus of feminine voices whimpering and grunting and shouting their pleasure. A zodiac of women cumming on his cock, over and over, driving him higher and higher with every orgasm.
At the last moment, he realized he was about to tip over. Startling himself with the smoothness and speed of the motion, he reached down and yanked his pants under his balls, one thumb pressing his cock down away from his body to just forward. His eyes rolled back as his soul exited his body through his dick, pulsing out in ropes that shot four feet from to spackle the legs of desks and splatter the tile.
“Oh,
fuck
!” he shouted, before clapping a hand over his mouth to muffle the most unmanly screams of exultation he’d ever made.
The girls didn’t let up for an instant. If anything, they seemed to close ranks, their bodies tightening around him, working together to jack him off with their whole bodies. He carefully wrapped a hand around them, his dick at the center of them, and stroked himself with the massed bodies of tiny women. His back bowed as each stroke seemed to draw up all the cum he’d ever made and ever would make from the very extremities of his body, sucking his life force from even the tips of his fingers and toes in a near abyssal void that centered on his cock and screamed to be filled even as it ejected everything he was onto the floor in creamy blasts.
As he’d guessed, he blacked out slightly from the force of it. He came back from the edge of his personal oblivion to find himself lying on his back, panting hard as he twitched from the aftershocks. And from the girls
still going.
“Ok, guys?” he said hoarsely. “I don’t got another one of those in me without like, at least five minutes.”
“You only need
five
?” Juliet shouted.
“Uh. At least? I might…I might need ten for…that…”
“Is he serious!?”
Yunyun cackled. “What, you thought I invited eleven girls so some could watch?”
“Robbed! I have been
robbed
! I could have been having magic no-refractory-period sex for
four years!”
Juliet wailed.
Chris laughed softly as the girls backed away from his cock and snuggled into his underwear, treating the space between cloth and skin like a sleeping bag while he got his breath back.
“Um. So, I think I need to uh. Eat you?” he called when he got his breath back.
“Yeah, how do you feel about–”
He chuckled. “Oh, uh. I’m super into that. I eat Yun all the time.”
Silence reigned for a moment.
“Why,” Tifa asked disconsolately. “Is that so hot?”
He laughed and reached down, feeling around. “Ok, first up will be–”
Chris stared nonplussed. He was holding Sakura, who was looking horny, embarrassed, and embarrassed at being horny and embarrassed. That was something like what he expected.
What he hadn’t planned for was Samus clinging to Sakura’s ankles. And Lucy to Samus. And then Yoko, Felicia, Juliet…he raised the chain, grinning…Hinata, Ahri, Sona, Nami…he craned his head…and yep, Yunyun, with Tifa bringing up the rear.
“Ladies, did we decide to be a noodle today?”
Sakura glared at him, folding her arms under her breasts. “I decided nothing. They just…grabbed.”
He looked at Samus.
“Seemed like a good idea at the time?” she said, face a little red.
“Uh-huh. And the rest of you just–”
“Can we all agree that we thought this would be hot and you get on with this cause we’re not exactly fresh and well-rested and hanging from someone’s ankles while someone hangs from yours is kinda taxing!?” Yoko called slightly desperately.
He laughed and raised Saukura to his lips, breathing a little quicker. “Well, far be it from me…”
Chris popped her in his mouth and moaned, running his tongue over her eagerly. She squirmed under his tasting, and when his tongue slipped between her legs, he found her cunt oversensitive and primed for blastoff. She bucked in his mouth so hard he had to pin her to the roof of his mouth to keep her from knocking into his teeth, her tits grinding into his tongue. He shivered and gulped her down, still cumming, feeling her slide into his throat as Samus slipped between his lips.
The blonde lost no time humping his tongue as he luxuriously curled it around her, tasting every inch of her he could get to. He felt her spasm, faintly heard her shout, and happily chugged her. Lucy slid over his lips and that was apparently all she could handle. She shrieked as she came like a bomb from the feeling of his lips pressing around her. He took a second to appreciate the flavor of her cunt in heat anyway, languidly lapped at her nipples, and then gulped hard.
Yoko moaned as she was pulled in, but she laid as still as she could, seemingly inviting him to taste her. He took that offer, his tongue curling around her head, her waist, probing and enjoying the feeling of her breasts on his tastebuds. He spread her legs with his tongue and Felicia got pulled partway into his mouth. The blonde’s tits on his lips combined with the redhead’s sudden explosive orgasm, drove his cok all the way back to full steam. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking slowly as he swallowed Yoko, bringing Felicia into his mouth.
Her body was a feat, the lush curves lovingly traced by the tip of his tongue, laying it flat to lap at her, curling it around her in every way he could to feel the sensory delight of her soft body in the tight muscle. She bowed, a faint scream of ecstasy filling his skull, and he wallowed again.
For all she wanted instant sex over and over, Juliet came shockingly easily. His tongue slid between her breasts to tap her cunt and she exploded. He chuckled around her, which made her cum all the harder, and swallowed. Hinata was humping as she slid in, and he ended up pressing his tongue to her while she straddled it. Her efforts pulled Ahri most of the way into his mouth and he slurped, getting two girls at once, while Sona humped his lower lip, her breasts mashed against the back. Ahri got purchase on the tip of his tongue, and he was treated to three girls desperately grinding on his mouth.
They all came at once, and he slowly gulped them in turn, feeling them fill his throat, gripping his cock tightly to prevent another explosive orgasm in the middle of the best meal of his life. Nami landed flat on his tongue and jerked like she’d been electrocuted, a whimpering moan announcing her pent-up release. He laughed and swallowed, expecting Yunyun to last longer after all the times she’d ridden this ride in one way or another.
She did not.
He snorted, resolving to tease her endlessly, gave her breasts a solid bath, and swallowed her while she was still convulsing.
Chris realized suddenly that the squirming girl in his mouth was Tifa and shivered, hand tightening on his cock. He waited a moment, wondering if she’d cum fast, like so many of the others. She didn’t, and he half swallowed, sending Yun a little further down, and trapping Tifa’s hands in the back of his throat.
Slowly, he teased and tasted her. The promise of coffee later was awesome, but this might be the last time he held Tifa bodily in his mouth, and he wasn’t passing this up. His tongue curled between her legs, finding her aroused as shit, and he risked tasting that wonderful, quivering cunt a few times before moving on. He toyed with her breasts, hearing her whimper and gasp, and that nearly sent him over the edge himself. He slid his tongue around and massaged her ass, the tight glutes hard under his tongue as she stranded to get stimulation, desperate to cum. He swallowed just a little more, able to feel her face pressing into the back of his throat, her arms down it all the way clinging to Yunyun.
He slowly, lovingly licked her feet, the tiny appendages pressing and curling against his tongue in helpless arousal. Her toes grabbed at individual tastebuds as they sought purchase, her arches gave his tongue a foot job, the balls of her feet ground against the slick, wet muscle. He intended to make her cum, he was about to force himself to stop teasing her feet and attend to her, when–
She came. She came from having her feet played with.
Chris stared at the ceiling in shock, his load shooting up over his head to splat against the tile almost unnoticed. He hurriedly aimed it away from him before the second blast could paint him from nose to groin, and shuddered as he sucked eagerly on Tifa’s feet, thrilling s she came harder, dragging her orgasm out from her newly discovered secret weakness.
He
really wanted
that coffee now, if only so he could negotiate
hours
with her feet in his mouth as he savored her soles and toes while forcing her to cum endlessly…
Finally, regretfully, he swallowed, curling up on his side as he felt the last small body slip from his throat into his suddenly full stomach.
“Sweet mother of fuck,” he whispered. It had been a long time since two orgasms had wiped him out this hard, but those had been
hella
orgasms.
When he could finally stand, he tucked everything back in place. He made sure he had all their uniforms safely stowed in his pocket. He decided magnanimously that the mess wasn’t his fault–entirely, anyway–and that he deserved a rest.
And he slipped out to head home, hand on his belly as he felt the girls inside squirming in the tight confines.
They were gonna have to do that again…