ROYAL REWARD: Senpai's Shaft (Absorption, Penis TF, Nagatoro)

Derek sighed as he settled back into his couch, picked up his remote, and hit play on another exciting episode of Don't Toy with Me, Miss Nagatoro.

“Oh, Senpai,” he said, grabbing a large bowl of Doritos. “What comical misadventures will you and Nagatoro get up to today?” Stuffing a handful into his mouth, he chewed loudly, spraying bits everywhere as he spoke. “Will you finally admit your love for each other? Will you finally kiss? Or will you even go so far as to–?” 

He stopped, screwing up his eyes and rubbing his thighs together as a thousand hours of Nagatoro doujins flooded his mind. Oh, what he would be to be there in person when his two most-beloved characters finally acknowledged their shared lust and gave in to their carnal desires. “I wish I could be there to see it,” he said, spewing Dorito crumbs all over his shirt. 

“Wish granted,” said the genie hiding under his sofa. “Enjoy your new life, you fucking idiot lmao.” She snapped her fingers. 

Derek barely had time to squeak before the world dropped away from him, his living room replaced by a swirling vortex of color and light. He floated through the middle of it, his comfortable couch and loyal remote and precious Doritos snatched away. Even as he squealed in surprise, his clothing went the same way as them, peeled from his sweat-slick flesh, and leaving all his body exposed. He felt like a magical girl in the middle of her transformation. 

Actually, this wasn’t too far from the truth.

All at once, Derek’s arms slammed against his sides, and his legs snapped together, squeezing his cock between his thighs. As he mewled at the feeling, a terrible sense of tension passed through his form, as if something had attached a string to every cell in his body and were currently giving them a nice hard tug. He moaned, but despite his best efforts, he couldn’t resist. 

Just as suddenly as his arms, his head snapped backward, and his mouth opened wide, as if he planned to swallow the ceiling. His eyes did something similar, boggling in surprise–they were the only parts of him he was still capable of moving. Rigid, he stood there and moaned in feeble terror as the lights of vortex swirled around him, and with them came a crushing pressure, squealing his fleshy, naked body like a piece of clay, smushing him tighter, tighter, smaller, smaller, until…

*

He woke to the sight of a very familiar face looking down at him. “Mmmm, Senpai…” said Nagatoro, leaning in closely, so closely her face filled his sight like a giant’s. “I didn’t know you were so big.” She licked her lips. 

Derek squealed in silent terror. He struggled to pull back, but his rigid body remained firmly rooted to the ground. What’s going on?! he thought. A-am I in the anime?! B-but why does Nagatoro look so big! And why can’t I moooove?! 

He struggled even harder, but the most he achieved was making himself twitch a little. 

“Mmm, just look at it throbbing, Senpai,” said Nagatoro, raising a gigantic hand. “I can tell you’re just begging for me to touch you, aren’t you?” Smirking still, she brought it closer. “Would you like that? Would you like me to stroke you, Senpai? I bet you would…” 

“I-if it’s not too much to ask,” said Senpai, from behind Derek’s back. Derek could practically hear him blushing. 

Nagatoro snorted. “You’re suuuuch a dork, Senpai. A girl has your pants down and her hand next to your cock, and you still can’t work up the courage to ask her to touch it. Don’t you want to go even farther? How are we ever going to get there if you can’t ask me for a handjob…?” 

“N-Nagatoro…!” 

As Nagatoro giggled, Derek worked through her words as if chewing on an especially tough piece of meat. Hand next to your cock? But where…? How? Where am I exactly…? 

“Why don’t I give you a little teaser?” said Nagatoro, and before Senpai could reply, she leaned in and tapped Derek on the head with her finger. 

Lightning crashed into Derek’s skull, coursing down his spine and setting every nerve attached alight. He screamed, or would have, if he’d still have a voice. As it was, all he could really do was throb, throb and vomit up a glob of something sticky. As he watched it drool down his chin, the terrifying reality of his new situation dawned on him. I-I’m Senpai’s–?! 

“N-Nagatoro!” cried Senpai, blushing and squirming.

Nagatoro giggled. “Want me to go further?” she said, lying beside him. Raising her hand, she wrapped her fingers around Derek and held them there, open, though he felt it as if she were squeezing till he screamed. “Would you like a handjob, Senpai? Or maybe you’re the kind of guy who prefers the feeling of lips?” She licked her own and blew him a mocking kiss.

Senpai whimpered. Another glob of precum spurted from Derek’s tip. “A b-blowjob,” he said at last. “G-give me a blowjob, Nagatoro.” 

“Mmm, now you’re giving me commands, are you?” Despite this, she leaned in even closer.  “Well, since you’re being so brave, it’s only fair I reward you…” Wetting her lips, she opened wide and leaned down, down, as if planning to swallow Derek whole. He froze, so erect he wanted to scream–he felt as if his body were trying to tear itself apart. Precum spurted from his mouth in an endless stream and there was nothing, nothing he could do to stop the throbbing, until–

Nagatoro’s lips glanced his tip, and with a silent scream he exploded, blasting a volley of hot semen all over her face. Ecstasy tore through him, shredding his mind and his nerves alike. All he could do was scream and cum, cum and scream. All over poor Nagatoro’s face.

She recoiled with a squeal, semen dripping from her cheeks. “Senpai! Ew, you got it in my eyes!” 

“S-s-sorry, I just–! L-let me–!” 

Derek moaned as he fell flaccid. Oh, if only he’d chosen to spend his time and energy on a show depicting healthier relationship dynamics! Oh!