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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Persona_3, Persona_Series
  Relationship:
      Arisato_Minako/Yamagishi_Fuuka
  Character:
      Yamagishi_Fuuka, Arisato_Minako
  Additional Tags:
      Voyeurism, Masturbation, Ass_Play, Rimming, Butt_Plugs, Dirty_Talk, Light
      BDSM, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, IT'S_ABOUT_FUUKA'S_BUTT, there's
      like_two_or_three_paragraphs_of_rimming_in_here, but_you_can_probably
      easily_skim_over_them_if_that's_not_your_thing
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-14 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 6729
****** Fuuka Yamagishi Has a Fat Ass ******
by a_very_large_television
Summary
     Can you believe how little Fuuka smut there is?
Notes
     I generally avoid giving the protagonists names if I can help it, but
     that was pretty much unavoidable with this kind of story. She's
     "Hamuko" here.
     I have a hastily-made tumblr! https://
     averylargetelevision.tumblr.com/
     Send me Persona-related prompts there.
See the end of the work for more notes
On nights Hamuko couldn't sleep, she generally ran through a nightly ritual.
First, she would try tossing and turning in a frustrated, vain attempt to find
a more comfortable resting position. After inevitably failing that, she would
browse the bookmarks on her laptop for ten minutes before getting bored,
proceed to raid the dorm kitchenette for snacks, and then hang out in the
control room, using the surveillance cameras to spy on her teammates.
Tonight was one of those nights. She was curled up on the office chair directly
in front of the monitors - knees up to her chest, hunching over the keys, clad
in nothing but the pink nightie she always liked to wear to bed. The crunching
of potato sticks (God, she really needed to eat better) and the tap-tap-tap of
the mechanical keyboard emanated from the little nest she had made for herself,
illuminated solely by said monitors - she hadn't even bothered to flip the
lights on.
This probably wasn't right. No, it definitely wasn't. It was a gross invasion
of privacy and Mitsuru would assuredly kill her if she knew she was doing it.
Not that there was much privacy to invade, being as this late at night,
everyone else was almost always asleep.
With a tap on a key, she tabbed between each camera spread throughout the dorm.
The first floor lounge, with its outdated TV and ugly brown couches, was
currently entirely devoid of life. The next camera showed the porch right
outside the dorm room, similarly empty beyond the street lights.
Hamuko hit the camera for Mitsuru’s room, and she wanted to scoff. She liked
Mitsuru well enough, but every time Hamuko spied on that room, she wanted to
strangle the wealth right out of her. The fancy couches, the plush carpeting.
Mitsuru even got her own giant plasma while the lounge was stuck with the
crappy CRT. It was infuriating.
There wasn’t much of anything to see in the room, though - Mitsuru was probably
asleep, but the way the camera was oriented, her bed wasn’t visible in the
frame. “Probably set it that way on purpose,” Hamuko muttered to herself.
Wouldn’t want any peeping toms watching.
She smirked a little, and bit into another potato stick.
Akihiko was next. Akihiko’s room was much less ornate - just some trophies that
dotted his wardrobe (and work desk, and bed headboard…) and a punching bag. It
was normal, unlike the haughty richness of Mitsuru’s room.
Akihiko’s double bed, shoved off into the right corner, was visible, as was he,
laying on his back under the covers and seemingly fast asleep. His uniform had
been carelessly tossed onto his work desk, and Hamuko let out a knowing smile
at the pile of clothing. She’d seen enough to know he slept in the nude.
Alright, fine, maybe there had been a couple times where she had seen more than
just sleeping.
Junpei’s room was always inevitably the funniest to look through, if only
because he slept like nobody ever reasonably should. His room was a mess of
manga piled on the floor and figurines haphazardly arranged on the shelves, and
the way he slept in his messy, unmade bed matched it perfectly - sprawled out
flat on his back in nothing but a pair of boxers, not even bothering to get
under the covers or rest his head on a pillow. It looked incredibly
uncomfortable, and yet he was always out like a light.
Yukari slept in her own, equally-weird way. Flat on her stomach, face filled
with pillow. The way Junpei slept just looked stupid, but it was probably
possible. Yukari, meanwhile? Hamuko had no idea how she didn’t suffocate.
The next camera was… of the control room itself, showing Hamuko curled up in
her seat. All that she was missing to look like the textbook hikikomori was a
nest of blankets to swaddle herself in. Ugh. Now she felt like a gross pervert.
She turned around to give the camera a glare.
The last camera was the new girl’s room. Fuuka, who had joined SEES only a week
or two ago, after a rescue operation led to her awakening to her own Persona,
and whom Hamuko had found herself immediately smitten by.
The other members of SEES were plenty attractive in their own ways. Akihiko’s
lean musculature, the chance to gawk at it dripping with sweat being the main
reason Hamuko went to his boxing matches when she got the chance. Yukari's
criminally-short skirt that she pretended to be flustered by, even though
Hamuko was certain she liked the stares. Mitsuru’s enormous, bigger-than-her-
head tits that threatened to pop the buttons on her blouse at any moment, and
that Hamuko had fantasized more than once about groping during their communal
showers. Even Junpei was kind of cute in spite of being a stupid grinning
doofus.
But they were all just eye candy, that Hamuko would peep on and occasionally
get herself off to. Not like Fuuka, who made Hamuko’s heart stop every time she
was around. It really didn't make any sense. With her choppy haircut and
unflattering, frumpy wardrobe, Fuuka looked... plain compared to the rest of
SEES. Hamuko hadn’t even gotten a chance to peep at her like she had the other
girls - Fuuka was always asleep and under the covers by the time Hamuko got up
to the control room, and they had yet to shower at the same time.
Yet Hamuko found herself inexplicably drawn to the shy computer geek all the
same. Hell, maybe it was because she was so unfashionable, so demure - maybe
Hamuko had a type for the shy and bookish, or she just wanted someone to
protect. Maybe Fuuka was just really, really, hot.
Or maybe it was because Fuuka had such a fat ass.
It was a thick shelf of a backside with enormously wide hips,
disproportionately large on what was otherwise such a short, thin frame - an
exaggerated pear-shaped build. Hamuko didn’t need to see Fuuka in the shower to
get a peek at it - Fuuka’s skirts were blatantly too small to hide her ass from
prying eyes, the fat bubble of her cheeks causing the cloth to ride high and
give anyone staring access to the white tights and pantyline that hid
absolutely nothing, even as Fuuka would ineffectually try to tug her skirt back
down over the monstrous mound of her rump, struggling and blushing. And how she
would walk - fuck, it gave Hamuko pause just thinking about it. Hips sashaying
left to right and fat ass bouncing and jiggling in time with every step as she
walked down the halls of school, a hypnotic rhythm that Hamuko wasn’t certain
whether or not Fuuka even knew about. It was practically the first thing Hamuko
had noticed when she first glimpsed Fuuka in Tartarus for the first time, and
fuck, Hamuko hadn’t been able to get it out of her mind ever since. Every
single detail - just how much the ass stuck out from Fuuka’s backside, every
crease and patch of the tights that contained it, the curvature and roundness
and thickness of her hips and cheeks - was stuck in Hamuko’s mind, and had
slipped into her dreams so many times since she first saw Fuuka.
Hamuko’s finger lingered over the key to tab the camera to Fuuka’s room, before
she let out a sigh and spun the chair in a circle. Since Fuuka had moved into
the dorm, she had been the main reasoning for Hamuko’s late night peeping tom
sessions. It was pathetic, really, but it was all she had - fat ass or not,
Fuuka seemed like the most prudish person Hamuko had ever met, and the chances
of her being into girls was almost assuredly nil. Maybe, after awhile, she
would say something, let Fuuka know about her crush, but for the moment,
pushing herself onto Fuuka while she was still getting acclimated to SEES and
to the new dorm was a selfish, shitty thing to do that would inevitably lead to
disaster. For now, she would just keep watching from afar.
Her chair stopped spinning, and as she popped another potato stick into her
mouth, Hamuko hit the tab key again. The sight on the monitor made the starchy
snack slip from her lips onto the ground.
Fuuka was masturbating.
Hamuko’s cheeks were beet red as she blinked, then scooted her chair forward,
leaning closer to the monitor.
Fuuka sat cross-legged on her bed, the laptop she was watching something on the
only source of light in the dark room. Her right hand was shoved down her teal
pajama pants, her left reaching into her matching button-up shirt, evidently
groping herself. The bright red, full-face blush she wore made Hamuko’s look
like nothing.
Her breathing was heavy and rapid, and her mouth hung open, letting out wild,
labored pants interspersed with pleasured moans and tiny squeaks. Her hips
rolled and bucked with each shift of the hand inside her pants, bottom scooting
back and forth on the bed as she grinded her crotch against the fabric of her
sheets, saliva dripping from the mouth that was locked in an orgasmic
expression.
Hamuko gulped. Fuuka was… really getting into it. Incredibly so - Hamuko was
pretty sure she had never been nearly as enthusiastic about pleasuring herself
as Fuuka was at the moment. Geeze, what was she watching that was so great?
Hamuko couldn’t see the screen from the way the camera was oriented, and Fuuka
was wearing headphones - Hamuko couldn’t even hear the audio (though even
without headphones, hearing it over Fuuka’s loud cries would probably have been
impossible anyways).
Fuck, it was really hot. Hamuko didn't even notice the hand she was idly
slipping between her legs until her fingers brushed up against the crotch of
her plain pink panties. Oh god, she was damp. A tiny coo slipped from her lips.
She was touching herself now, two fingers rubbing against her panties as she
kept her eyes locked on the sight of Fuuka giving herself bliss. Hamuko could
see the shifts in the crotch of Fuuka’s pants with every movement of her hand,
the sweat dripping off her face, to her collarbone and into her shirt.
Fuuka let out a particularly loud cry - nearly a shriek - and her eyes suddenly
widened, her hands stopped pawing at herself, realization dawning that she was
probably being a little too loud. Her head jerked from side to side around the
room, and Hamuko wanted to scream. “Fuck. No, come on,” she muttered, horny
frustration clouding her thoughts as she desperately begged Fuuka to get back
to her private time. “Come on, don't stop now.”
After a few more moments of frantic glancing, Fuuka tugged her pants back up to
her hips, slid her headphones off, closed her laptop, and laid down in the bed,
facing away from the camera.
“Goddammit!”, Hamuko hissed, pulling her hand from her crotch, getting off her
seat, and pacing back and forth. Fuck. How was she supposed to cum now?
But Fuuka. Fuuka had been masturbating. That gave Hamuko some pause - Fuuka
clearly wasn’t the entirely nonsexual creature Hamuko thought she was. Maybe
she should say something to her? At least give a little nudge, something to let
Fuuka know she liked her, and….
Hamuko sighed. No. No, no, no. Fuuka getting herself off didn’t mean anything -
everyone did it. At least, Hamuko was pretty sure everyone did it. And Fuuka
still probably didn’t like girls, and Hamuko still probably shouldn’t put so
much pressure on Fuuka when she’s still so new, and….
But god, that ass, and - ugh! No! Hamuko shook her head, getting the image out
of her head. Trying to get in Fuuka’s good graces just to get a grab at her ass
was bad. Bad!
Another sigh. Hamuko rubbed her thighs together. Fuck, she was still horny. She
glanced over to the monitor, Fuuka still sound asleep on the screen. Well,
there wasn’t anything on the cameras Hamuko would be able to finish to, but….
She slid back into the computer chair and began flicking through the displays.
The computer in here had access to all of the dorm wi-fi history, which Hamuko
had spied through… more than a few times. Akihiko’s training regimens, the
cute, far-too-expensive panties Yukari ordered, Mitsuru’s searching regarding
back problems. Hamuko knew pretty much all of the dorm’s browsing habits, but
she hadn’t yet ever looked at Fuuka’s. If nothing else, Hamuko could see all
the hype for whatever Fuuka had been working herself into a tizzy over.
Scroll, scroll, scroll down the list of devices that had connected to the
dorm’s wi-fi before finding “Yamagishi-PC”. Click, browsing history, most
recent URL, and….
It was porn, unsurprisingly. It was the content that caught Hamuko off guard.
It was one of those first person self-insert JAVs, the ones Hamuko had never
really understood and always felt weird watching. Hamuko blinked. It was… with
women. Multiple, very, very attractive woman, spewing their cheesy porn
dialogue, servicing and licking and… again, Hamuko blinked. The viewer was
being tied up? The women’s dialogue turned accusatory, degrading. “Cute little
bitch” this and “Our new pet” that and-
Hamuko paused the video. Did… is this what Fuuka liked? She flicked through the
rest of Fuuka’s porn history - a lot of similar videos, and all of them
involving women. BDSM doujins, collars, leashes. God, Fuuka was a freak.
Did Fuuka want someone to do this to her?
Another blink. Hamuko got an idea.

===============================================================================

Fuuka was the first in the dorm to awake, every morning, always. Before anyone
else had arisen, she would duck into the bathroom and take a shower that was
always quick, but welcome and relaxing all the same.
The dorms were great, really. Fuuka was happy she wasn’t constantly under her
parents’ thumb, that she was able to get a bit of independence. The weeks since
her joining SEES and moving into the dorm had been among the more pleasant of
her high school career, yet the bathrooms were the one thing she had trouble
with.
The showers were communal. Open air, shared with the other girls, and
frighteningly lacking in privacy. It’s not that she didn’t trust Yukari,
Mitsuru, and Hamuko - although she was hardly enthusiastic about them seeing
her in the buff.
It was more that she didn’t trust herself. Fuuka already found herself
stuttering and avoiding eye contact with the three of them when they were fully
clothed. But nude? Glistening wet? There was no way Fuuka would be able to keep
her eyes away, keep her infatuation from becoming so ridiculously obvious (if
they didn’t already know!).
She fantasized about it, of course. Arms tied behind her back, and Mitsuru,
tits beautiful and bare, with a big cock between her legs (she always had one
in Fuuka’s fantasies - it felt right, for some reason) she would use to take
Fuuka from behind. Yukari would be in front at the same time, her lips wrapping
around Fuuka’s nipples, sucking and licking and leaving her squirming. And
Hamuko? Oh god, Hamuko, her soft lips brushing against Fuuka’s own, tongue
slipping inside and rubbing against.
But those were just fantasies.
Her shower had finished, and her school uniform was on. She was still the only
one in the dorm awake as she opened her dorm room door and slid back inside.
Just had to gather her school bag, a last check to make sure she had all her
homework, maybe grab something to eat, and she would be all prepared for the
upcoming day.
When she pushed her door back to shut it, a foot in the gap stopped it, then
kicked it back open. Fuuka nearly jumped out of her skin from the surprise. “H-
Hamuko?”
Hamuko, clad in her own uniform, strode right in to Fuuka’s room, foot slipping
behind and kicking the door shut again without missing a beat. She wore a big,
dumb grin and a cocky swagger that Fuuka had never seen on her before. “Fuuka,”
she drawled, sweet but with the barest hint of… teasing? Was it teasing? She
strolled right up to Fuuka until they were practically touching, big smile the
entire time. “How are you?” Hamuko was carrying one of those paper shopping
bags, the kind from a clothing store, but Fuuka couldn’t see its contents.
Fuuka knew that Hamuko was never up this early - usually, Yukari or Junpei had
to drag her out of bed so she didn’t miss school. Why was she up right now? Why
was she in Fuuka’s room? What was up with her tone? Heat rushed to Fuuka’s
cheeks, and she looked down at the floor, trying to hide from the spotlights of
Hamuko’s gaze. “I’m fine. Just, uh, you know. Getting ready to head to school.”
“Why so early? Class doesn’t start for another hour, you know?” Then Hamuko’s
hands casually slid downward, over Fuuka’s hips, drawing her into a loose hug.
Fuuka’s eyes widened. Hamuko’s hands rested on Fuuka’s lower back, a
mischievous grin on her lips as one of those hands slid back up Fuuka’s side,
fingers smoothly gliding over until she cupped Fuuka’s chin and gently tilted
her head upwards, forcing the shorter girl to keep eye contact. “Don’t you have
a bit of time to kill?”
This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. Fuuka was still asleep and
dreaming. Or she was about to die and was hallucinating in her final moments.
She bit down on her own tongue. Nothing. She was still here - she was awake!
And… staring right back into Hamuko’s big beautiful eyes, that were as bright
red as Fuuka’s cheeks. “Uh, uh, uh. I-I-I was just going to-”
Hamuko giggled, and Fuuka was instantly silenced. “Hey, Fuuka. Do you mind if I
help you with something?” Her hand slid back down to rejoin the other that was
still gently holding Fuuka in a hug, but Fuuka didn’t move her head to look
away again.
Fuuka gulped. “Uh. What do you mean?”
Then Hamuko leaned downwards, a hot rush of air against Fuuka’s neck and left
ear as she spoke - the most sultry voice Hamuko could put on. “I know about
those videos you watch, Fuuka.”
Fuuka just about died right there.
“Like the one last night? Fuck, you seemed really into it.” There was a pause,
only the sound of Hamuko’s breathing in Fuuka’s ear. “Do you want a girl to do
that to you?”
Nope, she was dead. Fuuka was definitely dead. “I… wh-what…?”
Fuuka couldn’t see it, but Hamuko was smirking. “Do you want a girl to take
you? To make you hers? To call you… oh, what did those girls in the videos say.
‘Bitch’? ‘Pet’? ‘Toy’? Is that what you want, Fuuka?”
“I-I-I-I-”
“I’ve liked you for awhile, Fuuka. Been watching you, trying to work up the
nerve to say something. I could be that girl for you, if you want me to.”
Again, Fuuka swallowed. How did Hamuko know? Had she just guessed, was she
bluffing? No, she couldn’t be, the way she named off those specific examples
from the videos. It wasn’t blackmail. Hamuko wouldn’t do that. But was she…
really coming onto Fuuka? Just like this? Fuuka couldn’t breathe. This was
incredible, a dream come true. Everything she had wanted since she first laid
eyes on Hamuko.
“I’m…. y-y-y-y-yes, please!”, she nearly shouted. It was ridiculous, far too
much and far too fast. She’d barely had a chance to speak with Hamuko about
these things, but god, she was desperate and it was everything to her right
now. She couldn’t afford to lose this chance. “Please, please.... I want it so
much, and I’ve wanted it from you so much.”
Fuuka swore she heard Hamuko make her own nervous gulp.
Hamuko pulled away - she was blushing as bright red as Fuuka! - and pointed
towards Fuuka’s bed. “Then we’ll start right now. Bend over that.” The
seductive teasing in her tone had faded away - she was sounding like regular
Hamuko now, chipper as ever.
Fuuka nodded frantically, and then did as asked. She bent over the bed,
pressing her torso down into the mattress, and it was the first time Hamuko
really got a good, long look at the fat ass that she so poorly hid. The white
tights were so thoroughly stretched out and tight, riding high and threatening
to be swallowed by the expanse of thick flesh they struggled to contain,
digging deep and showing off every inch and crevasse of the enormous ass they
did a poor job of covering. Her skirt was still clearly too small for it, being
pushed upward and unable to completely hide the plush rear it rested over.
Hamuko was just grinning as she stepped forward and dropped that bag on the
floor. Kneeling down with that ass directly in her face, she struggled for
words, simply staring and admiring and… “F-Fuck, Fuuka,” she sputtered out.
“This ass is….” Her hand slips up, starting low and gradually sliding higher,
one cheek to the next as Hamuko’s finger lightly traced the kanji of her name
over the sheer tights. She left ripples, Fuuka’s ass jiggling just a little in
the wake of Hamuko’s touching.
Fuuka, for her part, was dying of embarrassment, burying her face into her
pillow as she lit up a bright red. “Is it really that-?” She cut herself off
with a yelp, Hamuko’s finger sliding into the valley between the mountains that
were Fuuka’s cheeks.
“Aren't we awfully sensitive back here?”, Hamuko teased. Fuuka gave a tiny nod.
Hamuko gave a tiny giggle.
She really was awfully sensitive back there - something Hamuko was making her
intensely aware of. Nobody else had ever touched Fuuka like the way Hamuko was,
and there was no way for Fuuka to know where she would go to next - and with
the expanse of her bottom, Hamuko had a lot of real estate to choose from. Each
little touch of her ass was a tiny shock, an unfamiliarly-pleasurable feeling
that was leaving Fuuka whining and wet. She squirmed, hips shaking and the fat
of her ass jiggling.
Hamuko’s finger kept prodding and poking, sliding into the flesh below, running
deeper into the cleft of Fuuka’s ass. She pushed dangerously close to the tiny
pucker that Hamuko could just barely make out, the stretched white and smaller,
darker silhouette of Fuuka’s tights and panties, respectively, digging just
barely into that little rim. Her finger brushed against that hole, and Fuuka
whined, louder than ever.
The finger upgraded to a hand. Roughly and suddenly, Hamuko grabbed, and Fuuka
let out a loud “Guh?!” Hamuko’s hand sank and practically disappeared into the
fat flesh of Fuuka's ass, groping and squeezing and giggling even more. Fuck.
It was wonderful, soft and smooth and filling out every last inch of Hamuko's
hand even as she tried to grab as much as possible. She played with it, running
her fingers through the pliable mass, gripping it and watching it shake and
jiggle beneath her.
“This…” she sank her hand, deep, deep into the round, thick padding of Fuuka’s
rump. “Fat.” Squeeze. “Fucking.” Squeeze. “Ass.” Squeeze, a vice grip, tighter
than ever. Fuuka moaned, and Hamuko nearly came in her panties right there. “Is
mine. Whenever I want it. Anywhere. I want you flipping up your skirt, bending
over, and begging me to touch you.”
It was absurd, really. Hamuko’s amateur, cliché dirty talk was ripped right out
of the porn videos Fuuka had been watching. Hamuko’s experience was nothing
more than her own masturbation and the myriad porn she had consumed in the
past. She didn’t really know what she was doing, but in the face of everything
she was presented with - a willing Fuuka allowing her to toy with these fat
mountains of ass - Hamuko wasn’t exactly thinking straight.
It was absurd, and it was exactly what Fuuka wanted. She was losing herself -
just a finger barely touching at her had been like a million tiny pokes of
pleasure, and now that she was just being toyed with, a plaything for Hamuko to
manhandle and grope and talk dirty to, Fuuka was practically melting. She let
out little moans and whines, shaking and trembling but never trying to slip
away from Hamuko's grip. “A-Anytime!”, Fuuka responded, panting and gasping.
“A-Anything you - oh, god - want! M-My….” She hesitated.
With both hands, Hamuko grabbed those big, fat cheeks, and spread. Through the
tights that struggled to stay on, that tight little hole was plainly visible
through the strained, darker outline of Fuuka’s visibly-soaked panties, a damp
spot in her crotch that she was practically leaking through. Not that Hamuko
was much drier herself. “Your what?”, she teased.
Fuuka yelped as she felt herself being spread, panties and tights riding up,
just poking into that hole, the one she had never touched. “My… f-fat… ass”,
she barely squeaked out. God, fuck, it felt so good. “It’s yours. Please, use
me however you w-want!”
Hamuko chuckled, and then let go, those cheeks clapping back together, jiggling
wildly. “I intend to.” Her hands slid to Fuuka’s hips, fingers sliding in and
gripping onto those tights and panties. She tugged, and… nothing. Fuck. She
kept tugging, struggling and grunting, barely able to move the ridiculous
tightness of her clothing over the roundness of her ass. “Fuck… Fuuka? How do
you even....” Grunt. Pull, pull. “Get these things... on?”
Fuuka, for her part, tried to help, moving her ass just a little, trying to
shimmy them off. “I… c-can’t ever find clothes that fit. And I can’t really
afford to keep getting more, s-so I just… try to make due.” The hours and hours
of struggling to cram her backside into uncooperative tights - and the strain
whenever she was finally able to force her ass to into them, feeling like they
would tear apart and expose her at any moment. The constant tugging and pulling
to desperately force her skirts to cover up the globes of an ass that just kept
pushing her skirts up, no matter how many different sizes she tried out in the
changing rooms. The chairs at school, that perfectly fit everyone else but
weren’t enough to accommodate the width of her hips and ass, forcing half of
her bottom to hang off the sides - not even to mention that one time her size
had gotten her stuck in her seat on the train. And the stares she would get
around school, others gawking at the way her fat rear stuck out from the rest
of her thin form, the way its size would force it to bounce as she walked, in
plain sight with her skirt insufficient to hide it. Constant annoyances and
struggles ever since high school had started. She hated it - she hated the
stares, she hated the difficulty in finding clothes. She hated her fat fucking
ass, how it would always stand out no matter what outfits she tried, or how
thin the rest of her body was.
With more grunts and pants, Hamuko slowly, slowly pulled those tights off,
pale, pillowy flesh gradually appearing. Those fat cheeks, no longer
constricted into undersized garments, spilled over Fuuka’s tights as the
leggings were slid further down. Soaked as they were, the tights and panties
stuck to Fuuka’s groin until another light pull got them off. Hamuko grinned at
Fuuka’s choice in panties: striped, white and a teal that perfectly matched her
hair.
With some effort, more and more ass was slowly exposed until those panties and
tights were pushed down to about Fuuka’s mid thigh, leaving the flawless
expanse of skin right in front of Hamuko’s face. She just stared, mouth agape,
eyes tracing from the perfect ass that seemed even larger now (if that were
possible!) that it wasn’t being trapped in too-small tights, down to the cute
little pussy that was practically dripping with arousal. Hamuko paused and
licked her lips. Quietly, with more than a bit of awe in her tone, she spoke.
“Guess I’ll just dive in.”
Fuuka squealed, suddenly assaulted as she felt something warm and wet
frantically rubbing into the valleys of her ass, right around that hole. She
glanced over her shoulder, eyes widening and cheeks reddening. Hamuko’s head
was practically buried between her cheeks, and her tongue was working in ways
and places Fuuka had never even considered. Using her mouth? There? God, she
was learning just how sensitive that tight little hole nestled into her ass
was, and it felt so, so good.
Hamuko hadn’t stopped to consider it before she had done it, and god, she was
glad she had done it. Everything right now was Fuuka’s ass - the taste on her
tongue, the soft skin brushing against her face, the sweat dripping down and
covering her. Fuck, it was so hot, and Hamuko was far, far too excited for
anything but the frantic, uncoordinated licking she was giving right now. Her
tongue poked and glided over every bit she could reach, her nose and cheeks
touching everywhere the tight muscle in her mouth didn’t. She grasped Fuuka’s
ass with both hands, letting them again sink into the deep, soft skin, even
softer and more plush than the tights that had covered it, using that fat
bottom for better leverage to angle her tongue and the movements of her head.
When her tongue brushed up against Fuuka’s tight little rim again, she stopped
beating around the bush, slipping right inside.
That warm, wet sensation pushed inside Fuuka, and her eyes widened, letting out
another yelp. “H-Hamuko!” It felt so weird, so different, as that tight other
hole she had never touched was ruthlessly violated, spread wide and filled with
a warm, flexible muscle as Hamuko tongued deeper and deeper. It was a cruel,
sloppy attack, Hamuko’s messy, inexperienced licking shoving deep in and out,
pushing in random ways with no sense of rhythm, no allowance for Fuuka to get
used to the strange new sensations that she was suddenly being thrust into
(well, that Hamuko was thrusting into her). Her pussy was leaking like a
faucet, aching to be touched as Hamuko ignored it, solely focusing on her ass.
Fuuka wiggled and squirmed and whined and cried - it felt so good but her
dripping sex desperately needed to be touched.
Hamuko had to come back up for air eventually, slowly lifting herself away from
Fuuka’s ass, saliva connecting from her tongue to that tight little rim. She
panted - fuck, doing that felt so good - and smirked at her handiwork. Fuuka’s
hole was covered in saliva, stretched out just the tiniest amount from her
mouth-to-ass attack. Fuuka herself stopped letting out her little squeals when
she felt Hamuko’s invasion slip away, now panting heavily to match the other
girl.
Hamuko let her hands slip away from the fat ass, turning around to the bag she
had dropped on the floor. “Now don’t move”, she teased, starting to slip
through the bag for… something.
Fuuka did just as she was told, keeping her blushing face buried into the bed
as she eagerly waited for whatever Hamuko would do to her next - and again
yelping as something cold and wet was sprayed onto the top of her ass once, and
then again. She afforded a glance over her shoulder.
A generous helping of lube was dripping down her bottom, some sliding down her
cheeks, a good amount into the valley between - she shuddered as she felt it
trickle inside of her, the utterly bizarre feeling of the cool, slick liquid
slipping deep into her bowels. The lubricant slid down to the engorged lips of
her pussy, finally providing some sort of touch there, and she whined a little
as it did.
The slick lube left Fuuka’s ass gleaming in the light, her cheeks clenching and
shifting as that pert anus puckered open and closed as the chilling liquid
flowed into it. Again, Hamuko sunk her hands deep into those cheeks, rubbing
the lube in and smirking. Fuuka, still glancing over her shoulder with the most
adorable blush that made Hamuko’s heart melt, bit her lip and squirmed, letting
out muffled whines as she was groped once more.
Fuuka hated this fat fucking ass and the way it would stand out on her body,
and yet here Hamuko was, practically worshipping it as her fingers deftly
massaged and prodded, hands sloppily sliding all over with how slick the lube
had made her skin. Hamuko was giving so much attention to the thing that had
provided Fuuka so much grief since high school had began. Maybe, Fuuka thought,
if Hamuko thought her clumsy, oversized, heavy, fat fucking ass wasn’t so bad,
she could live with it. If only for Hamuko.
The sight of Fuuka’s bottom slick and glistening as Hamuko rubbed her fingers
deep in was impossibly alluring, and Hamuko wanted so desperately to dive back
in for another taste, but she held off. Another time. For now, she let her
hands slip away from Fuuka’s rear, leaning over and whispering into her ear in
the huskiest voice she could manage. “Now don’t look at this next part. It’s a
surprise.” Hamuko’s heart skipped a beat when Fuuka’s bright red face only let
a little squeak and a nod before burying herself back in the pillow. Hamuko
slipped off, going back to search the bag.
A couple dozen seconds passed, the only sound being Fuuka’s heavy breathing and
what she could pick up of Hamuko rustling through that bag. Silence followed,
and then the distinct feeling of a phallic silicon tip pressing against her
lower lips. She moaned into the pillow, quivering like jelly at the solid,
teasing touch. A… toy? Hamuko had one of those? Hamuko just kept surprising
her.
The dildo pressed and slid around Fuuka’s sex, coating it in moisture but never
sliding in just yet. It felt so good but god she wanted it inside her, she
wanted to cum! She panted and drooled into her pillow, all of the teasing and
prodding and rubbing bringing Fuuka closer and closer. A million beams of light
converging into her head, all urging her, pushing her towards finally cumming.
It was right on the edge of the cliff that she felt the tip leave her pussy,
slide upwards, and press against her ass.
Fuuka’s eyes widened.
Hamuko pushed, and Fuuka felt a worryingly thick tip beginning to firmly push
into her other hole. Fuuka cried out, bringing her mouth off the pillow to
speak unmuffled: “Th-There?!”
“I told you it was a surprise….” Hamuko teased.
Fuuka bit her tongue, sucking in air through her teeth. Pressure at the gate of
her rear, pushing into her lubed-up anus. And then it pushed through the
muscles of her sphincter, the head sliding in, and Fuuka screamed. It was so
big - even bigger than she expected, an utter beast plowing its way inside of
her.
It was an utter beast, something Hamuko knew from her many repeated attempts to
take it inside her, all of which had ended with her barely able to take the
tip, at most. But it was an utter beast that Hamuko had fantasized about
stuffing inside Fuuka so many times, that fat ass packed full with that fat
plug. A fantasy she was finally getting to live out. Fuck. Fuck. That scream
made her want to cum.
Fuuka went back to panting and drooling, barely able to think coherently as
that enormous toy was gradually, slowly but surely, being forced deeper inside
a tight, inexperienced hole. The walls of her rectum stretched to make room,
and Fuuka could feel how she was stretching even further - the toy was tapered,
growing thicker and thicker as more and more inches were fed inside. She was
being stuffed to the brim, a wonderful feeling of absolute fullness. God. God!
It was splitting her apart, rearranging and spreading out her inner walls in a
way they were never meant to be spread. And there was still so much left to
take.
Hamuko bit her lip as she fed more and more of that ass-breaking plug into
Fuuka, watching as that hole gradually grew wider and looser as the fatter
bottom end, easily as thick as a forearm, was slowly slid into Fuuka. God, she
was taking it like an absolute champ, far more than Hamuko had ever been able
to get inside her own ass. Her own pussy throbbed with need, flooding her
panties - she rubbed her thighs together but did her best to ignore it, far
more focused on Fuuka.
More. More. Fuuka could feel her once-tight hole spreading further, feel the
length of the toy shoved deeper into her bowels, gaining inch after inch both
in length and width. She couldn’t take it all - she wanted to, so desperately,
but it would tear her apart if she did.
Just as she thought she was finally going to be ripped in half by the toy -
shoved deep, deep into her, in places she wasn’t sure of, and stretching and
spreading her in impossible ways - she felt the fat base of the toy against her
hole. “Fuck, y-you took it all.” Hamuko’s voice was shaky, pleased but in
disbelief. Fuuka just kept panting. She had? God, she had. She had to have -
she felt fuller than full, more than she could ever imagine. She had to have,
because there being any more than what was already inside of her was simply
impossible.
Hamuko eyed her handiwork, still biting her lip. Fuuka was incredible - all
fifteen threatening inches, that entire impossible thickness, all inside of
her. At the flared end of the base keeping Fuuka plugged nice and tight was an
“M” in a fancy red script, and Hamuko smirked at it - Mitsuru would kill her if
she knew she had been scrounging through her toys. Maybe she would have to get
a plug with her initial instead, a way of marking Fuuka - or more specifically,
her ass - as hers.
Fuuka’s breathing slowed. Words struggled to come out - her mouth was dry, and
she felt parched. She wet her tongue, letting out another exhale before
speaking: “H-Hamuko, it’s….” A little whine. “S-So big....”
Hamuko curled her fingers around the base of the toy, tugging a few inches out
- fuck, it was so thick - and slowly, gently pumping those few inches and out
of Fuuka. “Do you want me to take it out?”, she teased. Hamuko already knew the
answer.
“I - ah! - H-Hamuko! N-No, please! I’m so full, it feels so good!”
Yep. She had Fuuka wrapped around her finger.
Hamuko slid the toy back in all the way, bent her head down, and planted a peck
on the left side of that thick, padded ass. “Good girl.” Her hands moved to the
white tights and those adorable striped panties, and tugged back up.
It took a few minutes of struggling and stretching, but Hamuko was eventually
able to get those tight bottoms back over Fuuka’s ass, leaving that plug
stuffed snugly inside. “Leave it inside”, Hamuko ordered, back to that sultry
tone that made Fuuka shudder. “And we’ll meet up again back at the dorm. Don’t
even think about taking it out until I say so.”
Looking over her shoulder at Hamuko, Fuuka gave a nod. Of course she would
leave it in for however long Hamuko wanted. Anything Hamuko wanted, she would
get.
Fuuka pushed herself back up into a standing position, her legs immediately
trembling with the overwhelming feeling of fullness and stretching still so
deep inside her. She ran a hand under her skirt, feeling her own bottom and
pausing over the lump of the plug’s base between her cheeks.
From behind Fuuka, Hamuko’s hand crept on her ass and grabbed a handful of that
plump flesh - one for the road. “We’re gonna be late for class”, Hamuko teased,
letting go. With a gasp and tiny nod, Fuuka turned around, her walking ginger,
shaky, and deliberate as she grabbed her bag and led the way out the door - and
Hamuko watched as she did, the tiny skirt showing off every inch of Fuuka’s
bouncing ass. Just barely, Hamuko could make out the distinct bulge of the plug
between Hamuko’s cheeks, pressing against those sheer tights.
Hamuko grinned.
End Notes
     There were gonna be additional scenes after this, but I figured it
     was better to just post what I have for now and possibly get to
     writing the second half later, if I'm motivated.
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