Chapter 7 is coming in right under the wire - I'll have moved into a new house, in a different city about 60 miles west of my current address, by the time this goes live on Literotica. Getting to come back and work on more Hoshoka has been a huge stress relief in the evenings after working the day job and trying to pack up the apartment my partner and I have spent the last six years in. This is another fairly kinky chapter, with foodplay and eating ass. Soooo much eating ass. You have been warned.
CW: Monsterfucking (human male/Japanese Oni female), femdom, size difference, BBWs, dommy mommy play, nonsexual references to eating people, some mild food play/feederism, rimjobs (male performing on female and female performing on male), prostate milking, facesitting with smothering/breathplay.
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Sleeping with Hoshoka is always slightly hazardous. She is a LOT of woman; eight feet tall to the crown of her head, and her long, slightly-curved horns extend another foot above that. Using an online bra-measuring guide and a tape measure, I've roughly estimated she'd wear a 48J-cup bra (if the very concept of bras didn't fill her with rage). I have no idea what her weight is, but she's at least twice my weight. Long story short, she takes up a lot of space on the bed; even after we upgraded to a California King. I've gotten used to waking up either pinned under her weight or held tightly in her embrace.
The morning after our trip to Sprawlmart, I woke up with one of her boobs flopped over my face, half-smothering me. Not, of course, the worst way I could imagine going. Her long leg was thrown across my lower body, my morning wood pressed flat against my stomach by the powerful dimensions of her soft, dimpled thigh.
Moving her breast off my face was the easy part, though there was a thin sheen of sweat (likely mine, but maybe both of ours mingled?) left on my face from her furnace-hot body. Gently lifting her leg without waking her was a bigger challenge, but I managed to slip out from under her without disturbing her sleep too severely; she snorted as I slipped free and rolled over, burying her face in a pillow and mumbling something before resuming snoring. Her watermelon-plump ass cheeks were exposed from the way the comforter had shifted when she rolled; I carefully tugged the covers back over her as I got out of bed.
I took a cool shower, letting my erection subside as I washed the sweat and sleep off myself. Before the hardon faded, though, I decided to shave down my pubic hair; it had gotten unruly since I started seeing Hoshoka, growing out to match her own ample bush. But given what we had in mind for this morning, I figured it would be better for her enjoyment if I cropped the hair close to the skin.
Washed and dressed, I drove down to Tammy's, where I had become something of a regular customer in the mornings. The cashier, a cute chubby brunette with a septum piercing and very dramatic winged eyeliner, smiled as she saw me walk in. I think I'd heard the manager call her Emily.
"Morning Dave," she chirped, "getting your usual again today?"
"Sure am," I replied. "Actually, you know what, usual plus a blueberry muffin."
"You got it!" she punched in the order. "So you lose a bet or something?"
"Huh?"
"You're always in here buying 3 or 4 guys' worth of breakfast. When's it gonna be one of the other guys' turn?" She smiled, keeping her body turned so she could listen as she loaded a dozen assorted doughnuts into a box.
"Uh..." I began. I couldn't tell her about Hoshoka; she'd never believe that I was feeding a supersized supernatural girlfriend. I've never been the best at thinking on my feet, though.
"I'm the only one in the house who can wake up on their own before noon," I said. It was mostly truthful. Left to her own devices Hoshoka could easily sleep 15 hours at a time. Emily laughed at that.
"Some of the girls I live with are the same way," she said. "And honestly, if Dani didn't schedule me for the morning rush, I might be that way too."
My drinks, sandwiches and hash browns were up, so I collected them with my doughnuts and muffin, told Emily to have a nice rest of her day and left. Returning to the house, I carried the feast upstairs to the bedroom.
"Breakfast is ready, Mama," I said softly. The curvaceous shape under the covers shifted and yawned, and shifted some more until a soft round face with big bright yellow eyes and long horns emerged.
"Feed me," she said, in a bratty sort of tone of command.
Two sandwiches and three hash browns later, she emerged entirely from under the comforter and started making bedroom eyes towards the box of doughnuts.
"Let's crack that box open, Mama's very hungry," she purred.
"Do you remember the idea we floated last night?" I asked. She looked at me for a moment, confused. The light of recognition dawned on her face as she remembered what I was referring to.
"You're going to let me stack doughnuts on your cock?" She asked excitedly. I nodded, and she squealed with excitement.
"You're the best, sweet boy! Now open the box, Mama needs to plan her fat stack of doughnuts. And what are you still doing wearing clothes? You're going to need to be naked for this!" She giggled and almost tore the lid completely off the doughnut box in her eagerness to get it open, while I undressed and lay back down in bed next to her, my cock already rising in anticipation.
She caught sight of my freshly-trimmed junk and smiled. "Look at you, all clean and fresh for Mama," she cooed. "You didn't have to that, but I appreciate how thoughtful you are."
Hoshoka stuffed a jelly-filled doughnut in her mouth and started chewing as she contemplated her options. After a moment's consideration, she selected a red velvet doughnut and placed the hole over the head of my cock. My girth was a little bit wider than the opening, so it wasn't going to slide down freely. Gripping the doughnut firmly without crushing it, she worked it down the length of my shaft, catching the inner curve of the doughnut as it crumbled to make room for me. Before long, the red velvet doughnut was nestled snugly at the base of my shaft. She then repeated the process with a glazed chocolate doughnut.
"Hmmm," she said, eyeing her handiwork. "I think I can fit one more on you. Let's see...Oh! Yes!"
Hoshoka held up a glazed doughnut iced with pink frosting and dotted with rainbow sprinkles. She grinned from ear to ear and then eased it down over the head of my cock, carefully collecting the bits of pastry and icing that broke free. The very tip of my cock was still peeking out, but not enough to fit a fourth doughnut and have it sit securely.
"My fucking mouth is watering just looking at you," she said, showing me her wet tongue. "My man looking even more like a snack than usual."
She lay down flat on her stomach between my legs and wriggled forward so that she could kiss the head of my cock, allowing her tongue to swirl teasingly over it for a moment before taking her first delicate bite of the top doughnut. She alternated between kissing my cock and taking neat little bites, carefully exposing more of my cock to kiss and lick on. After what felt like several minutes (but was probably really less than one), she'd eaten the entire pink-frosted doughnut. She licked her lips for stray sprinkles, and then dipped her head to suck on the newly-exposed portion of my shaft. I could feel her tongue working away on the head as her lips grazed the next doughnut in line. Grabbing a hair-tie off her nightstand (I'd bought her some shortly after we started seeing each other), I gently scooped up her hair to keep it out of her face, using the elastic band to put it in a loose, messy bun at the nape of her neck. She murmured her appreciation as she continued to blow me.
Taking her wet mouth off me, she grinned, drool trailing off her lips. "Mama needs her next doughnut," she gasped, before going down for her first bite of the chocolate-frosted. With one hand she carefully cupped my balls, massaging them gently as she nibbled away at the second doughnut. Again, she'd take a bite or two, and then kiss and lick on my cock; once she'd consumed the entire doughnut, she started blowing me, taking advantage of the additional length of cock she'd freed. The whole time, she kept her fingers teasingly massaging my balls.
The red velvet doughnut didn't last long; she took one bite and the doughnut split into three crumbling pieces that she rushed to gobble up before they fell completely to bits. She then eagerly licked the crumbs off my skin, her long blue tongue swirling wetly as it probed the creased skin where my thighs met my groin and explored every square millimeter of my scrotum.
"Don't want to miss anything," she purred, before dragging her tongue from the bottom of my sack all the way up the underside of my cock to lap the head. Her tongue flicked back and forth at the precum leaking from my cock, before wrapping around my shaft and beginning to stroke. No matter how many times she did it, the sensation of her jerking me off with her tongue never got old or commonplace. My eyes drifted shut as I moaned in pleasure. Hoshoka chuckled in the back of her throat and her tongue stroked me faster. I felt her shift on the bed, rising up on her hands and knees before engulfing my entire cock in her throat, her tongue pulling me in right to the base. Her grip on my balls softened, changed from massaging to lightly caressing, her fingertips gently exploring the shape of each testicle and the folds of skin encasing them.
Then her fingers dipped lower, teasingly touching my ass cheeks, stroking lovingly as she slurped and sucked on my shaft. I must have tensed a little, because she paused and looked up at me.
"I won't play with your ass if you tell me no, sweet boy," she said pleasantly, "but I would love to do it, and I promise you I'll be gentle and make you feel good."
I took a deep breath. "Okay," I told her. "I trust you."
She beamed and resumed sucking my cock, her hands cupping my ass cheeks and beginning to softly knead them. Gently, tenderly, she spread my cheeks apart, slurping harder and more passionately on my cock as she did so. She just held me open for a moment and then relaxed, letting them come together as she continued kneading. I was nervous about her playing with my ass, but it was a lot harder to feel those nerves while receiving such a passionate and enthusiastic blowjob.
She released my cock with a wet pop, kissing down the underside of shaft until she was kissing, and licking, my balls again. She gently sucked on them, holding one ball in her lips and then the other, as she lovingly spread my ass again.
"Are you ready, sweet boy?" She asked me, delivering a final tender kiss to my balls. I could only nod; she smiled up at me, saliva smeared across her lips, cheeks and chin.
She lifted my legs up, asking me to hold them high and wide for her, and then she brought her face down low; all I could see were her horns and the top of her head. Then I felt the tip of her tongue touch my anus. I gasped and squirmed at the sensation.
She wasn't pushing in; her long, wet tongue instead swirled over my asshole and explored every nook and cranny. It slid up and down the crack of my ass, and playfully danced upwards to caress the back of my scrotum before returning to my asshole. She had both hands on my ass cheeks now, holding me wide open for ease of access.
"I thought my sweet boy might like this," she purred between passionate, aggressive slurps. "You let Mama know when you're ready for her to go deeper, okay? I'd love to press that hot little secret cum-button you've got in here, but I don't want to rush my sweet boy."
I wasn't able to respond with more than a moan. The sensation of her tongue on my asshole was intense. I'd never experienced anything like this; rimming had always been a "that sort of thing only happens in porn" kind of act in my mind.
