Hoshoka is back in a 6
th
installment, readers, and here the story starts to expand out more and explore Dave and Hoshoka's relationship, taking it beyond the four walls of the house. This is a bit of a kinkier chapter as well, with Hoshoka combining her appetites for desserts and sexual pleasure in a couple of different ways. I hope you enjoy, and feedback is always welcomed!
As an aside, future chapters will probably be a bit delayed - I'm moving in the next few weeks as I become a homeowner, and I've got a few freelance writing assignments that I need to finish up for publication under my real name that take precedence.
CW: Monsterfucking (human male/Japanese Oni female), femdom, size difference, BBWs, dommy mommy play, the word "cunt" used to refer to vulva and vagina, some light conversation about breeding, some playful discussion about futanari between characters, and at long last the food play/feederism/weight gain comes in.
Over the next two weeks, Hoshoka and I kind of settled into a cozy domestic life. I ended my lease on my shithole apartment and moved my stuff into the house with her; if I wasn't in class or working, I was typically on the couch or in bed with her. I'd cleaned the whole house from top to bottom (Hoshoka had watched and commented extensively on how good my ass looked when I was scrubbing something), and we'd even started to replace some of our ChowDash orders with me cooking. Our routine became one of big breakfasts, some light morning intimacy (often just one of us giving the other oral), and then me spending the day in class and making deliveries. In the late afternoon/early evening I came back to the house, we had a big dinner, and had some more intense lovemaking before falling asleep tangled in each other's bodies. I was experiencing a level of happiness I hadn't expected I'd ever see, and Hoshoka was effusive about how good her life had become since she met me.
While I was gone during the day, Hoshoka kept busy watching TV, movies and playing video games. In addition to the extensive hentai collection she'd "inherited" with the house, she had access to my DVD collection and a couple different streaming services. I'd hooked up a GameStation for her and taught her how to use the controls. She'd quickly latched on to JRPGs as her favorite, and was perfectly content to spend hours splayed nude on the couch, working her way through a sprawling fantasy story. I think she enjoyed the Japanese cultural elements to these games; she always insisted otherwise, but I think maybe some part of her was homesick for Japan (or at least, her memories of feudal Japan).
I don't know if she was just pulling my leg, but twice while playing one of these games, she pointed to an oni-themed adversary and told me, "I know that asshole." One of them, she asserted, couldn't handle his sake and ruined an otherwise-fun drinking party by puking directly into the last sake barrel. With the other, she spent 30 minutes trying to run her characters under him and look up, to see if the game designers had accurately rendered his cock. Upon finally discovering that no genitalia had been rendered whatsoever, she laughed so hard she had to put down her controller and wipe tears from her eyes.
"He was so fucking proud of that thing," she explained between giggles, "and I swear to Hell, it was thicker than it was long and he had his foreskin pierced because he thought it made him sexier. It just made it hang open like a kimono sleeve!" She fully collapsed into a fit of laughter at her own description of it.
During this time, she was also very proudly putting on weight from all the modern fast food she was putting away; her breasts were fuller and heavier, her belly rounder, her butt and thighs bigger and more jiggly. I caught her posing and admiring her body in the mirror a number of times, and she'd even asked for cowgirl in front of the bedroom mirror so she could watch her own curves bounce and wobble as she rode me. She was so proud, so in love with her own growth, that it was impossible not to feel like she was getting sexier every day. I was falling in love with having my hands and mouth all over her belly just as much as she was.
I'd lost my virginity to a chubby girl, and so I'd never felt super enamored with slimness as this feminine beauty ideal; but I wasn't prepared for how consistently turned on I'd be by Hoshoka's soft, squishy belly. Watching it bounce with her breasts while we were fucking, filling my hands with it while we were spooning...her belly was just profoundly sexy to me. I felt that way about every inch of her, but hearing her talk about how happy she was to be getting back up to her ideal size and how sexy she found her own stomach to be just drove me wild.
I had asked her, a few days before moving in, if there was any risk of me getting her pregnant; seeing as how her own origins showed that oni and humans were cross-fertile and I was dumping a lot of cum into her pussy on an almost daily basis. She responded by giving me a very lewd look and cupping her breasts in her hands and wiggling them at me.
"Would you like that, sweet boy?" She asked, eyebrow arched. "My belly huge and round, carrying your child, these fat fucking tits overflowing with milk?" She didn't get too far before she couldn't hold back her own laughter.
"Fun fact about shapeshifters," she said with a smile, "when you can reshape it, you get really familiar with your own body. And you learn some really neat tricks. I personally am not in a place in my life where I'm looking to raise a bunch of brats, but I love feeling your seed in me. So you can cum in me all you want, I just block it from getting deep enough to take root. Does that make sense?"
I agreed that it sounded like an effective form of birth control.
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About a week after I'd officially moved in with her, we had an evening where Hoshoka was just restless. She'd start a show and after a few minutes turn it off and pace the house, wandering from room to room. She'd grab something from the kitchen to munch on and then resume her meanderings before tossing herself back on the couch and trying again with a different show.
"Something wrong, Mama?" I asked, intercepting her in the hallway leading to the bedroom.
"Just...restless," she said. "Feeling...closed in, maybe?"
"You really haven't been out of the house much," I replied, "maybe we need to get you out and about some?"
"I'm sure my fat red ass bouncing down the street would turn a lot of heads," she mused. "And given the look in your eyes when I am dressed sometimes, I suspect the clothes I take from the former owner of this house aren't 'appropriate' for going out in public."
I chuckled at that. She was right. A 5XL T-shirt that said "Bukkake Ruined My Carpet" (she had cackled until she wheezed when she found it) wouldn't fly in a lot of public spaces. But it did sound like she needed to get out of the house for a bit.
"There's a 24-hour Super Sprawlmart in town," I suggested, "and anyone going after 9pm is either someone who doesn't deal well with being in public, or is going there to see the weirdness on display. You going in as a human in oversized clothes isn't going to attract that much attention. And we can do some shopping and get you clothes that fit well and you feel good in."
"Nothing feels better than a warm breeze on my naked tits," she smirked, "but I see what you mean. An appropriate wardrobe would open up opportunities for things like...dating, wouldn't it?"
I agreed that it would. She beamed. "Let's go shopping then," she said, "and then we can plan our first date."
Sometimes shapeshifting seemed like a very casual thing; the way she'd shrunk to allow me to carry her up the stairs, or giving herself human teeth before giving me a blowjob. Making herself appear human was a much more involved process that took a few minutes; shrinking, losing her horns and tusks, her brilliant red skin fading to a warm peach complexion. It was noisier too; losing or regrowing her horns involved a lot of cracking noises. Imagine someone really overenthusiastically eating crab legs and you've got an idea of the sound.
She'd rarely spent more than a few minutes as a human since our first night together; once she'd found out I wasn't too terrified of her full oni glory, she more or less let it all hang out. Human form was for answering the door when she needed to. Incidentally, her weight gain showed as a human as well; Human-Hoshoka had a rounder face, heavier breasts and a bigger, softer belly than she had that first night we met, and she looked absolutely adorable. It was weird being able to look her in the eye instead of up at her, and I kind of missed her horns.
We tried a few of the tamer anime shirts in the closet, including styling them using one of my belts to make a T-shirt dress for her, but she had the bright idea of pulling one of my shirts on; a plain black T that was stretched to the maximum over her massive tits, but at least felt like an appropriate length. Paired with some drawstring shorts it was a look that wasn't going to invite too much scrutiny beyond a few leers from dirty old men. And she was likely lewder than any of them.
"Shit," I said. "They won't let you in to Super Sprawlmart without shoes. And there's no way this guy's sneakers are going to fit you."
She tapped me on the forehead with one finger. "Shape. Shifter." She said slowly. "Give me his shoes, I'll make them fit." We dug out a pair of sandals from the closet, sprayed them with disinfectant, and she pulled them on. Her feet shifted to fit.
Thus fully dressed, we stepped outside into the fading daylight together for the first time and I ushered her into my car. "It still smells like pizza from your last delivery," she giggled.
"I'm just grateful to be taking a girl out where that's a plus, not a turnoff." I replied.
"We should get more snacks while we're out," she said with a grin.
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