ROYAL REWARD: Bimbo Boobs! (Absorption, Bimbofication, TG, Mild Futa)

“Come on, little guy, in nyou go~!”

“No, no! Let me go! Let me go! Let me–” Schlup!

Huddled in the changing rooms, Hiro covered his mouth and tried not to make a sound as he listened to the carnage outside the store. He’d been in the middle of buying some lingerie for his women’s underwear collection when the catgirls had shown up, their enormous boobs bouncing, their cleavage deep and hungry. There were two of them: one tiger-striped and dressed like a teenaged bruiser–the other platinum blonde with skin like burnished bronze. Without restraint, the former had snatched a young woman up and stuffed her straight into her tits, pushing her between her breasts until she vanished entirely. Hiro, watching in horror, had practically pissed himself.

Heart pounding, he’d turned and run immediately, struggling to block out the screams for help as the catgirls fell upon the rest of the shoppers.

Now, listening as the assistant’s feet vanished into a catgirl’s cleavage with a plop, he realized to his horror that the store had gone silent.

Holding his breath, he listened closely. Where were they? Were they still around? Had they given up and left? Should he go out and look? N-no! Of course not, that was crazy! What was he thinking?

Slowly, he sucked in a tiny breath, barely audible. No, the only safe thing to do was to sit here forever. Even if someone demanded he come out–even someone human–he was going to stay here out of principle. He wasn’t going to be the schmuck in the horror film who comes out of hiding too ear–

With a plop, something landed on his shoulder.

Jaw agape, Hiro looked up and screamed a silent scream at the sight of what clung to the cubicle’s roof: it looked like a dough, a puddle of the stuff, flowing into the room through the gap between the door and the ceiling. Even as he watched, gravity dragged it slowly down towards him, and as a mound of the stuff formed, it took on a more humanoid shape, one with a grinning face and enormous tits.

With a plop, the thing detached with a plop. The next thing Hiro knew, he was lying on his back, and the creature–the Bakeneko–lay atop him, still reforming. The feeling of her thighs against his crotch made him want to–

Rippling and pulsing, the humanoid mound of dough sprouted furry ears and tails and congealed into the form of the darker-skinned catgirl. She licked her plump, pink lips. “Like, what do we have here, nya? Did somebody, like, think they could escape us just by hiding in the changing rooms? Fufufu. Nyou should know we don’t have any respect for people’s privacy.”

Hiro bit his lip, sweat dripping from his brow. He wanted to scream, but he also had the world’s worst erection.

“Gyaru!” cried a voice on the other side of the door. “Are nyou finished, nya?”

“Urgh!” said the blonde. “Why are nyou in such a rush today, Chonyu? I’m just trying to have a little fun with my prey, nya.”

“Well hurry up with it! Shiri’s blowing up my pointer!”

With a sigh, Gyaru rolled her eyes. “Urgh! Come on, little guy. Let’s get you outta here.” Flipping off of him, she grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him out of the cubicle like a tiger dragging its prey to the shade to eat it. Hiro whimpered with every step, struggling to escape her.

Outside, Chonyu waited with her hands folded across her chest, her titanic boobs spilling over and under them like canned bread after a hot day in the car. “There nyou are. What took nyou so long?”

Gyaru chuckled. “I just, like, wanted to catch one last prey before we left, nya. Hey, speaking of, nyou wanna, like, make a little deal?”

Chonyu raised an eyebrow. “A deal?”

“I bet nyou I can break this little mousey into the dumbest little bimbo before we get home.” Wrenching Hiro up onto his feet, she leaned on his shoulder and ran a hand down his front, all the way to the bulge in his pants. He shivered, unwilling to move even an inch.

“Please, even nyou can’t break them that quickly, nya.” With a huff, Chonyu folded her arms even tighter, making her boobs jiggle as she squeezed them.

“Wanna, like, bet?”

“Sure, nyou’re on. If nyou can break this mouse before we get back home, I’ll give nyou 20,000 bells and my spare hunting license. I’ve got one that’s valid for 500 humans.”

Gyaru giggled. “It’s, like, a deal, then, nya. Nyow…” She spun around Hiro so she was looking up at his face. “Time to get him inside me, nya~.”

Before Hiro even had chance to take a step backward, she wrapped her hands around his head and wrenched him forward, slamming his face straight into her cleavage. As her boobs smothered him from both sides, he squealed, thrashing desperately, but the catgirl’s arms might as well have been made of iron. Pressing his own against his sides, she placed a hand on the back of his head and forced it down, down into the cushiony depths of her engorged tits, her tanned flesh surrounding him like the walls of an enormous canyon. “Mmmphf!”

Unable to escape, he could only shiver and squirm, his heart pounding furiously, as the catgirl pressed him deeper and deeper. With a plop, his shoulders followed his head, and soon enough his feet were flailing in the air as the catgirl gripped his thighs and tugged him in even harder, letting gravity do most of the work. When his cock, still so painfully erect, slipped between her boobs, he finally hit his limit: with a silent, muffled moan, he came, screaming into the folds of her flesh as he filled his underwear with semen.

A moment later, his feet passed with a plop between her tits, and he sank inexorably into the depths of a soft, brown ocean.

*

Hiro awoke to a feeling of incredible weight and tension. Opening his eyes, he groaned and looked around, wondering whether a storm had hit his house into the night and carried him off to Oz. He felt as if he were tied to a cliff by his arms and legs, and worse: as if tens of weights had been tied to him in turn. He couldn’t move, no matter how he tried to, and his entire body felt so fat… so jiggly. He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t do that either.

Looking around, he found two sets of curtains covering most of his vision. One, bright pink, cupped him from below. A second pair, bright white, covered him from the left and the right, leaving him only a little window in the middle to see out of. The view was unlike anything he’d ever seen in his life:

Pastel pink walls, slick and sculpted, surrounded him on all sides. To his left, an enormous window, looking out into the starry depths of space. To his right: the catgirl from before, the tiger-striped one. Chonyu. Looking at him, she raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, he’s finally awake, nya.”

“Oooo, he is!” The second voice, high-pitched and giggly, came from somewhere behind and strangely inside Hiro. “Hehe, purrfect, nya. Nyow this is where the fun part begins.”

Before Hiro could ask what was going on, a pair of giant hands swept into view ahead of him. He had just enough time to realize what he was seeing–that they were hands, enormous hands–before they slammed into his face, squeezing his cheeks so tight he wanted to scream. Pleasure shot through him, searing his mind. Nnn~! Stop! Stooop! Let go!

The voice inside him giggled. “Aw, what’s the matter, nya? Don’t nyou like it when I grope nyou?”

G-grope me? All at once, the events of the previous few hours came back to him in a flash. The clothing store, the changing rooms, the way the catgirl had stuffed him into her– Hiro screamed in the confines of his new form. Wh-what had she done to him? What had she done?!

“That’s right, nya,” said Gyaru, sounding as if she’d burst into giggles at any second. “Nyou’re, like, my big fat boobies nyow, nya. Don’t nyou like it? It’s supposed to feel reeeeally good. Like, super amazing! Here, let me show nyou!”

Without warning, she grabbed him again, grabbed him and squeezed, wrapping her fingers around his nipples and pinching them so hard he felt like he’d been struck by lightning. Hiro screamed, stars flashing in his eyes. Nnn~! Stoop! I can’t take it! He felt as if someone were trying to hammer an iron rod into his skull.

“What’s that? Nyou want me to do it even harder?” asked Gyaru, breaking into that inevitable round of giggles. “Wow, nyou really are a dumb pair of boobs, aren’t nyou?”

N-no! No, I’m not a pair of boobs! I’m a man! I’m a– Before he could finish the thought, Gyaru squeezed him again, and a blinding bolt of ecstasy annihilated his brain. Nnn~!

“Hey, Chonyu,” said Gyaru. “Why don’t nyou come and give them a squeeze too?”

“And lose my bet?” said Chonyu, folding her arms across her chest. “Nyo thanks.”

“Urgh, nyou’re being such a pain today. Fine, I’ll have, like, a maid do it.” With a sigh, Gyrau snapped, and a young woman in a maid’s outfit hurried across the bridge of the saucer towards her. “Hey, maid. Suck on my nipples. Unleash nyou’d like me to feed nyou to them.”

With an ‘eep!’, the maid dropped to her knees. Cupping him in her hands, Gyaru lifted Hiro out of her bra and dropped him–he squealed at the sudden increase in his weight as he fell, his entire body jiggling up and down like he was made of rubber. Each little bounce struck his brain with a fresh shockwave, knocking those few thoughts he’d been able to maintain out of order.

I-I–I’m not a pair of boobs! I’m, like, a woman! For some reason, the thought seemed a little off. She couldn’t figure out why though.

Swallowing, the maid leaned in closer. Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and wrapped it around one of Hiro’s nipples, suckling tight.

Hiro squealed, struck with delight. Oh Mom! Mom! Mom! Fuck, it feels so good! It felt just like having her cock sucked. Only, wait–? How would she know what it was like to have her cock sucked? She was the one who did the sucking, wasn’t she? Even through the pleasure, she giggled in fond reminiscence. Then again, guys clearly liked it when she sucked them.

Sniveling, the maid suckled even harder, driving Hiro to wild heights of ecstasy.

“Urgh, nyou’re doing such a, like, half-assed job,” said Gyaru. “Let me show nyou how it’s done.” And without waiting for the maid to stop, she grabbed Hiro’s other half and wrenched it upward, bending it back around so she could slip it into her own mouth.

As Gyaru started to suckle her own engorged nipple, Hiro screamed in unbearable, mind-melting pleasure. With two mouths wrapped around her, each suckling as hard as they could, it was impossible to keep her thoughts in order. She felt as if someone were taking a hammer to her brain, knocking everything apart so they could rebuild it as their own structure. Nnn~! More! More, Mistress! Suck me harder! It’s, like, soooo good!

With one last intense suck and squeeze, Hiro’s mind popped like an overripe gooseberry. Pleasure roared through her, washing away what sanity she had left and taking what little remained of her old self with it. Hehehehehehe… Squeeze me more, Mistress!

Pushing the maid away, Gyaru spat her left boob out and looked down with a smile. “What’s that, nya? Nyou want, like, more? Hmm, maybe if nyou admit nyou’re a dumb pair of boobies we can work something out~.”

Her boobs jiggled happily. I’m a dumb pair of boobies! I’m a dumb pair of boobies!

Gyaru giggled. “Pay up, nya.”

Chonyu groaned.

Meanwhile, Gyaru produced her pointer. “Nyice job, boobies. Here’s nyour reward.” Zap!

The maid screamed as her skirt flew up, lifted by the largest penis Gyaru’s boobies had ever seen. Ooooh…! If she’d still had a mouth, she would have drooled.

Gyaru squeezed her halves together. “Let’s get to work, nya~.”