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Heroes' Hedonism
🕑 Added 2022-06-10 04:46:50 +0000 UTC
WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Aizawa (My Hero Academia) Bimbofication (Breast, Butt, and Cock Growth), Midnight and Present Mic Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, Farting) and Sexual Content
A mix of tiredness and annoyance leads Aizawa, Present Mic, and Midnight to fall victim to the machinations of a nefarious villain. Though they manage to take the criminal down, it's not without getting blasted with devices that turns Midnight and Present Mic into hedonistic blobs fit to be serviced by a recently bimbofied Aizawa.
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Time away from teaching should have been a godsend for the overworked and overstressed teachers of UA Academy. Unfortunately for them, they had been pulled away from their students to deal with an elusive villain. The reports described the malicious suspect as being obsessed with burying people in hedonism via strange and unusual methods. What little shock the trio could muster for each unspeakable act faded away under the overwhelming power of their own annoyance by day ten of their search.
Grasping at straws, the group had decided to search through a warehouse district. Leading the charge was Aizawa, his unkempt black hair and dark outfit making him perfect for skulking around late at night. Less favorable for his search was the tired look in his eyes that had him scratching at his scruffy face every few seconds. Slapping himself awake, he tried to remain vigilant by keeping his fingers wrapped around his binding scarf. His lack of rest and patience had taken its toll on him. Making matters worse for his aching head was the growing animosity between his two teammates.
“I said back up,” Midnight shouted, fixing up the loose material that made up her skimpy hero outfit. Adjusting her red eye mask, she made a big show of her nose crinkling at a distinct scent. “Last thing I want right now is to be anywhere near your cologne. The villain will probably smell us before they see us.”
Present Mic let out a sneer as he combed back his pointy, blonde hair. “You have a lot of room to talk,” he said as his fingers wiggled his sunglasses. “That perfume of yours is making my eyes water. Trying to make up for your lost youth?”
Midnight stomped her heels into the ground as she flourished her long black hair. “We’re the same age! At the very least, I know how to emphasize my best looks,” she said, coddling her bosom to prove a point. “Not like you who has to wear that tired, old get up.”
“This is iconic,” Present Mic replied, gesturing towards his leather jacket and headphones.
“That’s enough you two,” Aizawa shot back, granting himself a moment of silence. “Intel says that the target may be lurking in the warehouse up ahead.”
Midnight and Present Mic crossed their arms as they glared at Aizawa.
“That’s what you said the last dozen times,” Midnight said.
“Yeah, and they all ended up as dead ends that cost us hours of wandering around like idiots,” Present Mic added.
“I get that you’re annoyed and tired,” Aizawa said, rubbing at the dark circles under his eyes, “but it’s our job. Now get ready, we’re about to breach the warehouse.”
Accomplishing the herculean task of silencing the bickering duo, Aizawa led them towards the back entrance of the warehouse. Standing by the door, they peeked through a window only to see vague figures covered in shadow. Ready to get the job over with, Aizawa signaled for the others to get in position. Pulling out a lockpick with the intention of quietly slipping inside, he paused as he heard Present Mic take a deep breath. Aizawa managed to leap out of the way just as Present Mic vented out his frustrations in the form of an ear piecing scream to break down the door.
“You couldn’t have made that any louder?” Midnight asked, rubbing at her ears as the trio walked inside.
“Oh I’m sorry, did you have a better solution?” he shot back. “It’s not like it matters. This place is just another wild goose chase. I say we head back to base and-“
The dark warehouse was flooded with lights to reveal a plethora of strange and unusual machinery. Adjusting to the drastic brightness, Aizawa recognized the various devices as the very ones that had been found at the crime scenes. While they all remained dormant, there was still a beeping noise echoing from the upper floor. Titling his head towards the sound, he only had a split second warning to get out of the way of a beam of green-tinted light. Retreating to a safe distance with the others, they turned their attention towards the source of the attack.
“Well, well, it’s about time you found me,” a man in a lab coat said, running his fingers across his grey beard. “My name is Dr. Teld, but I do believe you’ll call me much nicer names once I share with you my vision for a brighter future.”
Present Mic stepped forward, baring his teeth in a wide sneer. “I don’t care what you’re going on about. Because of you, we’ve been working ourselves ragged for days.”
“Hizashi, you need to get away from-“
“I’m fine!” Present Mic shouted back at Aizawa. “After everything this guy has put us through, I think I’m owed some pay back. Besides, he looks like a complete wimp. He should go down in one-“
Present Mic was thrown back as Dr. Teld shot him with a beam of light from a strange gun. Left sprawled out on the floor, he shivered as he attempted to stand. Managing to roll himself over to shoot the doctor a glare, he tried to get back up only to be pushed back down by a burp leaving his lips.
“Yes, it’s starting,” Dr. Teld said, tapping his fingers against his gun.
“What did you do to him?” Midnight called out.
“Oh, just gave him what he wanted. Soon, he will experience true relaxation thanks to my modifier ray. I even have the perfect preset to ensure he becomes an absolute couch potato.”
“Change him back now,” Aizawa demanded.
“I think not,” Dr. Teld replied, pointing his gun at Aizawa as he pulled out another to aim at Midnight. “In fact, I think it will help him a lot if he has someone else to join him. Of course, you two are going to need someone to take care of you after your transformation. Your lady friend here should be perfect for the job after she’s turned into a busty, sex-obsessed-“
The doctor staggered back to avoid a swipe of Aizawa’s binding cloth. Still reeling from the attack, he barely managed to get out of the way as Midnight followed up with a spritz of her body’s aroma to try and knock him out. Managing to avoid the heroes’ attempts to take him down, he flourished his lab coat as he re-aimed his pistols and opened fire.
“Stand still, dammit!” Dr. Teld shouted as he took potshots at the elusive heroes. “I’m trying to help you. Can’t you see? Now let me shoot you with my highly experimental ray guns. It’s mostly safe, I promise!”
The doctor’s less than convincing words kept Midnight and Aizawa on alert as they made their approach. Managing to climb their way up to the second floor, they signaled to one another. Rushing towards the doctor wasn’t the cleverest plan, but a combination of frustration and exhaustion made it the most obvious solution. Mixing up the doctor by switching sides gave them the opening they needed to land the final blow. The haphazard tactic had them slam into the doctor to bring him down, but not before they both got zapped by his ray guns in the process.
“Dammit,” Aizawa cursed, forcing himself through the tingling sensation as he wrapped up the doctor in binding cloth. “What the hell did you shoot us with?”
The doctor laughed. “Well, it’s not what I intended, but the results should be quite interesting.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not exactly sure. Never intended for a man to get a blast of the BBO Ray. Guess we’ll just have to wait…and…ZZZZZZZZZZ.”
Dr. Teld trailed off as his eyes shut tight. Realizing what was going on, Aizawa wrapped a cloth around his face to prevent himself from breathing in the aroma. However, he still left a portion of his face bare so that Midnight could get a good look at his piercing, tired eyes.
“Why did you do that?” Aizawa asked
“Because he’s a dangerous criminal,” Midnight replied, shaking away the lingering pink clouds with a wave of her whip. “I don’t know why you’re so angry. We have him captured, now all we have to do is call in for backup.”
Aizawa stepped forward to argue, only to stumble back. Shaking it off as just his lingering weariness, he turned his attention back towards Present Mic. “We’ll talk more about this later. First, we need to make sure Hizashi is okay.”
Making their way down the stairs, the two of them were relieved to see Present Mic moving on his own. Body overcome with random tremors, he reached out a hand for one of them to help him up. No sooner did Midnight’s fingers clasp his did a boisterous belch come out of his mouth to hit her right in the face.
“UUUGGGGGHHH that was disgusting,” Midnight said, retreating from the burp and leaving Aizawa to pick up Present Mic. “Don’t you have some manners?”
“Sorry, it just UUUURRPP came out,” Present Mic replied.
“That’s no excuse. You should at least have the decency to BWOOOOOORRRRRPPP!”
Midnight remained silent as her burp echoed through the warehouse. Aizawa stared with eyes wide open, peeking back and forth between the two of them to see if there were any other side effects to the doctor’s rays. Present Mic on the other hand, took this opportunity to let himself become overwhelmed with laughter.
“Oh? Who’s the UUURRRPP disgusting one now?” Present Mic said between chuckles.
“Shut up!” Midnight said, stomping her foot on the ground in an attempt to silence him. “It was an accident I-“
Midnight once more was silenced as a rippling BRRAAAPPPPPPPP burst out of her rear. The sound and smell provided more than enough material to keep Present Mic in good spirits even as he let out a loud PHHHHHRRRRTTTTT from his own backside. While the others preoccupied themselves with either dishing out or insulting one another’s gas, Aizawa seemed to be the only one aware of the presence of the two’s recently developed potbellies.
Aizawa pulled out his phone, ready to call up the police to both apprehend the doctor and find some medical assistance for his partners. He only managed a single button press until something caught his eye. Glancing back at his teammates, the sight of their bulging bellies jiggling about as they argued put him into a type of trance.
Though Aizawa tried to keep himself focused long enough to alert the authorities, his gaze kept drifting back to the pair’s bellies. His jaw hung open, coherent thought becoming harder and harder the longer he stared at their pudge. His logical side began to fall apart as a pair of fart clouds from the arguing couple drifted into his face. The rancid aroma turned his brain to mush, replacing his thoughts with a feeling similar to a head full of bubbles. Dropping the phone from his fingertips, he smiled a mischievous grin as he approached them.
“Like, what are you two fighting about?” Aizawa asked, sliding a finger across his lips.
Midnight and Present Mic momentarily stopped their arguing to acknowledge the strange look in Aizawa’s eyes. Adding to their worries was the way he swayed his hips as he approached, acting as if he was walking down the runway in a strip club. Sauntering up to his partners, Aizawa let out an uncharacteristic chuckle as he twirled his hair with fingers. Taking advantage of their awestruck gazes, he reached down to squeeze on their guts and force out a pair of burps.
“What the UUURRRP hell, Aizawa?” Present Mic asked, grasping his stomach to stop it from jiggling as he and Midnight stepped back.
“Sorry, but your little tummies are soooooooooo cute,” Aizawa replied.
“You still shouldn’t BWOOOOORRRP touch them without asking,” Midnight replied, wincing as she pushed a little too hard into her gut and forced out a fart.
Aizawa tapped his fingers against his lips in thought. “Like, I’m sorry. How about I make it up to you?”
Turning himself around, Aizawa grabbed the edge of his pants and yanked them down. No longer contained by the tight fabric, his butt cheeks were free to show off the extra padding that had appeared around them. Momentarily entranced by the sight of the formerly stoic heroes’ jiggling ass, Midnight and Present Mic shook their heads to try and re-focus their minds.
“Come on, give them a squeeze,” Aizawa said. “They’re sooooo soft and nice. Just like your bellies.”
“Absolutely BWOOOOORRRRP not!” Present Mic shouted.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” Midnight said, forcing herself to look away from Aizawa’s ass, “but we all need to get to a UUUURRRP hospital.”
“Awww, that’s no fun,” Aizawa said as he turned back around. “How about instead I let you touch something else?”
Grasping his binding cloth, Aizawa unfurled it from his neck and tossed it across the room. With nothing left in their way, the pair of strange protrusions along his chest were freely visible to the very confused heroes. Their ridiculous suspicion as to what the lumps were was confirmed as Aizawa ripped his shirt down the center to let his newly grown tits slip free. The jiggling, F-cup breasts and plump nipples proved their authenticity as Aizawa skipped towards his teammates to have his newly grown bosom engulf their heads.
“Come on, give them a squeeze,” Aizawa said, smothering the pair’s face with his engorged tits. “It’ll be super fun.”
Though the others tried to hold back, they couldn’t stop a strange shiver of desire from taking hold of their arms. In unison, Midnight and Present Mic reached up to grasp at Aizawa’s tits. True to the bimbofied hero’s words, every squeeze and grope of his boobs brought with it a strange sense of satisfaction. Unhindered by their own dignity, they recklessly poked and prodded at Aizawa’s bosom to fulfill a rising urge. The effects of their indulgence were made quite clear to Aizawa as he reached below their bellies to slip his fingers into their pants.
Present Mic and Midnight let out a pair of gasps as Aizawa began to stimulate their genitalia. Midnight moaned into Aizawa’s areolae as his fingers dragged across her labia and pressed down against her clit. Present Mic clenched his teeth upon feeling Aizawa pump his cock, the sensation making him completely ignore the string of belches being pushed past his lips. Finally relenting to Aizawa’s touch, Midnight and Present Mic let out a pair of moans as they reached orgasm to the sound of boisterous farts bursting out of their rears.
Released from Aizawa’s touch, the pair of heroes stumbled back and got a chance to look at themselves. Wiping the drool from their mouths, they peeked past their bellies to see the lingering remnants of their climaxes had besmirched the bottom portions of their outfits. Thankfully and unthankfully for them, they were remedied from the ruined clothing as a surge of weight sent their bodies bursting out of their clothes.
Scrambling to pick up the remnants of his pants had Present Mic bumping his arms up against his belly. Swiftly losing sight of his nether region as it was covered by his bugling gut, he was left to gawk at his own chest as it swelled with weight to rip apart his leather jacket and reveal the strained, white top beneath. The constricted, swollen moobs jostled against his belly, pushing out a series of gas bubbles as he continued to stomp about. Each step sent a ripple through his plush rear and stirred up even more gas to be released from between his chunky ass cheeks.
The awful stench of Present Mic’s flatulence was washed away by Midnight’s own gas as a loud BRRRRRAAAPPPPP came rippling out of her plumped up posterior. Shivering as the fart petered out, Midnight let her fingers slide across her belly, its shape and size making her look like she was about due to give birth to triplets. Letting out a relaxed sigh as her gas dispersed, her breath of relief turned into a mix of a burp and a gasp as she realized her breasts had begun to tear through her top in an attempt to sag against her gut.
“What’s BWOOOOORRRPP happening to us?” Midnight asked.
“Like, something amazing,” Aizawa answered, rubbing at his crotch as he watched the others change. “Every time we have sex, we get bigger and better. Isn’t it amazing? Let me show you.”
Pulling down his pants and underwear, Aizawa began to stroke his member. While one hand jerked his cock, the other swapped between his breasts and butt to give them proper attention. Eventually adding his euphoric moans to the sound of his jiggling curves, he let out a giggle as he realized the others were in the perfect position to see the best part of his changes.
Standing with his legs outstretched, Aizawa let out an excited gasp as he and the others watched his manhood grow. Stretching out to an impressive twelve inches in length, his member quivered as it released the last few drops of cum from his masturbation session. The same expansion reached to his testicles, swelling them up to keep them balanced with his lengthened member. Swaying about his enhanced genitalia, Aizawa sauntered back over to the others to make sure they got a good look at it.
“Impressive, huh?” Aizawa asked, sliding his hand along the length of his shaft. “Should be plenty big enough to satisfy you two chubby cuties.”
Present Mic and Midnight dismissed their awestruck gazes with a shake of their heads.
“We can’t do this,” Midnight said. “If we keep indulging our BWOOOOORRRP base instincts we’ll be reduced to obese, gassy…happy…comfortable…” Midnight trailed off, leaving her mouth agape as a line of drool slid down her cheek to further besmirch her outfit.
“Hey, you UUURRP still there?” Present Mic shouted, snapping his fingers to bring Midnight back to reality. “Aizawa, I know I said you have to loosen up from time to time, but this is way too far. Grab your phone and call the police.”
Aizawa placed a finger against his pouty lips. “Awwww, that’s no fun. Like, how am I supposed to take care of this big-“
He grasped his cock to wave it about in front of the pair.
“-girthy-“
Taking another step forward, he ran his fingers long the length of his shaft.
“-throbbing-“
Aizawa stopped moving, letting the others gaze at the droplets of cum clinging to his tip.
“-cock?”
“M-maybe we could do something to…calm it down,” Midnight suggested.
“R-right, wouldn’t want people seeing that out in public,” Present Mic added.
Aizawa let out a giggle. “Awesome. Like, who wants to get fucked first?”
“Perhaps we should start with something a little less…rough?” Midnight suggested.
Aizawa tilted his head in thought. Moments later, he let out another giggle as he sauntered up to Midnight. Gently grasping the back of her head, he tilted her down to have her face mere inches from his tip. Without even being told, Midnight’s body kicked in to let her know of her corrupted partner’s intentions.
Opening up her mouth as wide as possible, she dived down to swallow what she could of Aizawa’s member. Though her efforts were valiant, reality struck hard as she slid down only to find herself unable to go any further than halfway down the massive member. Undeterred by her inability to swallow the entire cock, she reached out her hands to put her newly thickened up fingers to work rubbing up and down his shaft. Vigorously bobbing her head over what she could, her tongue reveled in the otherworldly flavor of Aizawa’s pre-cum. Enamored with the strange taste, she was left completely off guard as a splurge of Aizawa’s semen went surging down her throat.
Pulling back from Aizawa, Midnight forced herself to swallow the heavy load. Letting out a bellowing BWOOOOOOOORRRRPPP to cap off the liquid meal, a lingering lethargy kept her ignorant of her changing body until her clothes began to rip apart. The top part of her outfit was torn asunder by the added heft around her boobs and belly. Similarly, the rest of her costume fell to the wayside to make way for her chunky rear and widened hips. Any fabric that remained attached her lower half was swiftly removed thanks to help of a rippling fart bursting forth from her rear. As the smell drifted into her nose, she slid her fingers through the sweat clinging to her locks to spread the aroma around her. It only took a single whiff for her to realize she was starting to enjoy the rancid scent.
“Good girl,” Aizawa said, pushing his fingers through Midnight’s disheveled hair.
“Hey, that’s no UUUURRRP fair!” Present Mic shouted, flailing his limbs against his belly like an overactive toddler. “I’m hungry too.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll feed you,” Aizawa said, the few seconds it took to stride over to Present Mic providing more than enough time for his member to return to its full rigidity. “Eat up. A growing boy needs all the food he can get.”
Without a second thought Present Mic wrapped his lips around Aizawa’s cock. Like Midnight before him, there was only so much of the massive manhood that he could swallow before he was forced to stop. Adopting her similar methods of tongue techniques mixed with using his pudgy fingers, he too was given a helping of Aizawa’s cum to settle his appetite. Sucking down every drop like it was ambrosia, Present Mic was well aware what it would do to him. He just didn’t care.
Present Mic was forced away from Aizawa’s cock as his sagging chest swelled into a pair of massive man boobs that resembled a pair of beach balls. He tried to maneuver back to Aizawa, only to be further pushed away as his engorging stomach ripped through the rest of his clothes. Brushing away the remnants of his undershirt allowed his fingers to graze against the budding fuzz beginning to line his torso. Seeing his sorry state, Aizawa gave Present Mic a gentle push to send him plummeting to the floor on his widened rear. Through the sound of Present Mic’s pants being ripped asunder and a loud BRRRRRAAAPPPPPP slipping past his butt cheeks could be heard pleasant hums as he caught the last few drops of cum from Aizawa’s cock.
“Did you enjoy your meal?” Aizawa asked, looming over Aizawa’s face.
“It UUUURRRPPP good,” Present Mic replied, sliding his hand down the trail of hair leading from his chest all the way down to his groin.
“Mind if I have a taste?”
Before Present Mic could ask what his partner meant, Aizawa got down on his knees and wrapped his hands around the fat man’s cock. Like Aizawa, his member had gone through a growth spurt, albeit to only half the size of Aizawa’s manhood. Regardless of the difference in size, sheer anticipation was enough to get Aizawa to smack his plump, pouty lips.
What little girth had been added to Present Mic’s member proved no match for Aizawa as he effortlessly pushed it down his throat. The added plumpness to Aizawa’s lips proved more than capable of giving every inch of his partner’s dick the attention it needed. Present Mic’s words turned into a garbled mess of moans and burps as his cock was serviced, his plush body jiggling with each shiver of pleasure. Aizawa’s fervor in pleasuring his partner’s modified body rewarded him with his own load of cum to savor, alongside a series of changes.
As Aizawa licked clean Present Mic’s cock, his already impressive curves went through another growth spurt. He began to take on a definitive hourglass figure as his breasts and butt cheeks swelled to the size of overripened watermelons. When he finally did see fit to pull away from Present Mic, it was both to release a satisfied belch and swing around the added girth of his own member. Between feeling up the extra length of his cock and groping his breasts, he put special attention on his swollen behind. Upon giving his ample ass cheeks a tender squeeze, he reveled at the feeling, sound, and smell of his own gas coming out to the tune of a thunderous PPHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRTTTT.
“Like, this is UUURRRP awesome,” Aizawa belched as she shook around his curves and released another puff of flatulence. “I totally caught some of your gas.”
“Hey, what about BWOOOORRRP me?” Midnight asked, waddling towards the duo. “I want to feel good too.”
Turning away from Present Mic, Aizawa eagerly ran towards Midnight. The impact of his massive tits slamming into her was more than enough to send her tumbling backwards onto her ass. As she futilely tried to sit back up, she paused as Aizawa grabbed hold of her thickened legs. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his massive member, watching droplets of cum trickle onto the bushel of pubic hair covering her nether region. Aizawa stood there, a wide grin on his face as he waited for her signal. Upon seeing her nod her head, he was more than happy to oblige both of their heightened libidos.
Taking a step back, Aizawa pushed forward to have his cock slide into Midnight’s waiting womanhood. As the full length was shoved inside of her, she let out a mix of a moan and a belch. Upon feeling the base of his cock press up against her hair-riddled groin, she gave out a series of incoherent moans to get him to continue.
Grabbing hold of her knees, Aizawa proceeded to move his hips back and forth. The motion sent her body into a fit of gas as ripples spread throughout her flesh. While the two of them worked on a more direct means of satisfying their lust, Present Mic was left to rub his cock against his hairy belly in an attempt to get himself off as he looked on. Nestled between her thick thighs, Aizawa was given a front row seat to look upon the various strands of hair that seemed to creep up from her groin to cover her belly and spread across her chest. As he reached his orgasm, Aizawa gave one last shove of his member to make her climax and bury his face in the depths of her sweaty, armpit hair.
Pulling himself back reeking of her overabundant body odor, he looked on with wonder as her body once more swelled with weight. Taking hold of her pudgy wrists, he managed to get her seated up on her elephantine ass just as she surpassed 700 pounds in weight. While he was content to look on as her fat continued to get packed on, it was hard for him to ignore Present Mic’s frustrated grunts.
“Do me, do me!” Present Mic shouted, venting his frustration with a series of fart clouds.
“Silly Mic, you don’t have a BWOOOORRRP pussy,” Aizawa said as he yanked his throbbing member out of Midnight’s quivering womanhood.
“I still want to feel UUUUURRRRP good!” Present Mic said, flailing his arms to ensure it was clear he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted.
“Fine, fine,” Aizawa replied, brandishing his mammaries as he approached. “Like, I have an idea. You just have a little…growing up to do first.”
Plopping down on his bubble butt, Aizawa gave Present Mic a small bump to get him on his back. Given full view of the pent up hero’s member, Aizawa clamped it between his heavy breasts. He couldn’t stifle a small chuckle as he pushed down and saw the tip pop out of his cleavage. Licking his lips at the stream of pre-cum already drizzling against his bosom, he set to work getting Present Mic ready.
Keeping his tits tightly clung around Present Mic’s member, Aizawa shook them up and down at a gradually increasing pace. He knew he was doing something right as he heard Present Mic’s complaining give way to a string of euphoric chirps and belches. His first ever tit job hit a snag each time he watched Present Mic’s cock slip out of the top of his breasts. Unable to contain his childish giggling, he powered through the sight of the dick slipping out of his cleavage to continue rubbing it off until he was showered with a spurt of Present Mic’s cum.
Opening his mouth wide, Aizawa attempted to catch every droplet that came his way. The meager amount he managed to swallow gave an insignificant boost to his assets, but he was more than okay with letting Present Mic take center stage. As the last of his seed spilled out, Present Mic let out another moan as his dick surged in size and girth to match Aizawa’s own. Left with a throbbing member that was almost as big as a person, Present Mic chewed on his lip as his genitalia urged for a form of release.
Pushing his breasts back against his chest, Aizawa wielded his equally massive cock as he stepped forward. “Like, time for a little something extra.”
Aizawa leapt forward, succeeding in both forcing gas out of both of Aizawa’s ends and slamming their rigid members against one another. With Present Mic only able to gawk at the sight of their two dicks pressed against one another, it fell upon Aizawa to actually do something with the unorthodox position. Putting his feet on the ground, Aizawa proceeded to slide his cock up and down the length of Present Mic’s shaft. The pair of libido driven men lost themselves to the unusual pleasure as they felt their throbbing members rub up against each other. Reaching faster and faster speeds, Aizawa showed little concern in the way his rough movements occasionally sent the tip of his cock plunging into Present Mic’s hairy belly button. All that mattered was their rising pleasure that hit an apex with one last good shove.
The pair’s joint orgasms coincided with both of them shrouding themselves in their own noxious fumes. Strings of their cum shot through the fog of rancid aromas to splatter across both of their bodies. Unwilling to let a single drop go to waste, Aizawa wasted little time shoving his tongue into every nook and cranny of Present Mic’s belly folds. He didn’t care whose semen he was sucking up, all that mattered was that it provided ample fuel to further swell their bodies. Pulling back from Present Mic after a thorough tongue bath, his gaze drifted across his partner’s swelling belly, his own burgeoning assets, and both of their still rigid members.
“You want UURRRP more?” Aizawa asked.
Present Mic nodded his head.
“Like, my pleasure. We’ll give your little a friend a chance to recover and then we can-“
“NO!” Present Mic shouted. “I want to be fucked like Midnight.”
Aizawa tapped his fingers against his breasts as he shook his head. “I’m sorry sweetie, but you don’t have a BWOOOORRRP pussy.”
“I don’t care! I still want to be UUUUUURRRP fucked,” he repeated, slamming his fists into his belly out of frustration.
Aizawa’s attempts to calm down his slobby boy was drowned out by the constant gas spewing out of massive blob’s rear. Watching Present Mic flail about and spread his toxic miasma, a prolonged fart ringing through Aizawa’s ears brought with it a strange idea. Once more smiling from ear to ear, he circled his fingers around Present Mic’s belly button to get him to calm down.
“Alright, I’ll fuck you,” Aizawa said, letting his hand glide across Present Mic’s love handles. “But we’ll have to be a bit creative. Can you sit up like a good boy?”
Present Mic’s eager nodding did little to help him with the arduous task of moving around his blobby body. Giggling at the slobby man’s flailing and puffs of gas, Aizawa was more than happy to assist. Using his assets as leverage, he managed to push Present Mic up into a sitting position. As a reward, Aizawa was given an unhindered view of Present Mic’s fatty rear just as it released another burst of gas. Pushing through the overwhelming stench, Aizawa managed to slide the tip of his cock down the center of Present Mic’s butt crack. Feeling a burst of flatulence vibrate through his member, he knew he had found his mark.
Heaving himself back, Aizawa shoved his cock as far as it would go inside of Present Mic’s asshole. With more than enough fat to engulf the entirety of Aizawa’s manhood, Present Mic only had to concern himself with riding out the shivers of pleasure as his partner began to jolt his hips back and forth. Each successful push was met with a squeak of flatulence leaking out of Present Mic’s anus. Upping the speed of his thrusts, Aizawa was pleased by the sound of Aizawa’s buttocks slapping against his own breasts. This combination of new and exciting sensations brought the pair to orgasm in a matter of moments.
Present Mic was the first to release, his euphoric moaning partially masking the sound of his cum splattering across the ground. Following soon after his partner, Aizawa released a heavy load to fill up Present Mic’s insides. Holding onto Present Mic’s ass cheeks, Aizawa was determined to stay in place as the already large man went through another growth spurt. As his partner’s body began to stabilize at a size equitable to a car, Aizawa finally saw fit to pull out his cock.
Leaving Present Mic to bask in his euphoria as he farted out gas and cum, Aizawa turned his attention towards Midnight. Having been forced to watch the entire act, she rolled back and forth in an attempt to find her own release. Her plump fingers grasped what they could of her fat, tangling themselves in her patches of greasy, black hair as she continued to poke and prod. Swinging about his bosom like a barricade, Aizawa managed to stop her little tirade.
“You want to be BWOOOORRRP fucked in the ass too?” Aizawa asked, letting his gnarly belch wash over Midnight’s face.
“Yes, yes, I want to be UUUURRRRP fucked in butt,” Midnight replied vigorously nodding her multiple chins.
“Then turn over like a good girl and I’ll get you want you want.”
Heeding Aizawa’s orders, Midnight pushed her hefty form around until she was laying on her gut. The act of her belly fat spreading across the floor like pudding had the side effect of forcing out the bevy of gas lurking inside. Body trembling from having the privilege to walk through the heavy wind of Midnight’s farts, Aizawa managed to get his cock once more in position to give his comrade what she wanted.
Taking a leap forward dove Aizawa’s cock into her anus and let his breasts bounce along her back flab. With a surprising amount of strength he managed to effortlessly lift his hips up and down to constantly shove his dick inside of her. The rapid motions kept both his and Midnight’s bodies shaking like they were going through an earthquake. Gassy outbursts became as common as their moans as they lost themselves to the act of debauchery. Though Midnight managed to last much longer than Present Mic, there was little she could do to prevent herself from succumbing to the same fate.
One last jerk of his hips had Aizawa release his seed inside of Midnight. Pushed over the edge by the sensation of her body fattening up once more, Midnight’s orgasm drained what little strength she had left. Pushed away by her swelling form, Aizawa had to settle for merely watching her grow to twice the size of Present Mic before she fell victim to a post-sex nap. While he was impressed, he could tell by a series of frustrated groans and belly slapping that the feeling wasn’t shared with his other partner.
“I want to be the biggest!” Present Mic whined, more than eager to vent his frustration through a cacophony burps, farts, and childish flailing.
“Alright, al-BWOOOORRRP-right,” Aizawa replied as he slowly approached. His usually sultry pace was noticeably more sluggish from his own expanded assets and waning stamina. “I’ll help you, but I don’t think I can do that again. We may need to try something else.”
Reaching Present Mic once more, Aizawa sized up the obese man’s immense cock. It was only a few inches off from his own member, but it was just the right size for what he had in mind. Turning himself around, Aizawa backed up until he could feel the massive cock bumping against his butt. Grasping what he could of his hefty backside, he managed to sandwich Present Mic’s manhood between his ass cheeks. Giving the shaft a few rigorous strokes was enough to get it to full erection and prepare it for the grand finale.
Jostling about until he felt the tip slide against his anus, Aizawa pushed back to shove as much of the monster cock inside of himself as possible. The mere act of insertion made him grit his teeth in a wide smile, his body shaking from the anticipation of what was to come. Peeking between his breasts, he saw that a massive bulge had appeared in his stomach to accommodate the massive manhood. Placing his feet firmly on the ground, Aizawa got to work to ensure they would both be satisfied.
Aizawa pushed himself further beyond as he bounced on Present Mic’s cock. Each jostle of his hips let him feel the member dive deep inside his asshole as his fat ass mingled with Present Mic’s belly rolls. Though it was near impossible to see Present Mic’s face from his position, he knew he was doing something right as he heard a cacophony of moans and belches from behind him. Getting accustomed to the unorthodox position, Aizawa got ready to add the finishing touch.
Straining himself to the limit, Aizawa grabbed hold of his breasts and squeezed them around his shaft. As he continued to ride on Present Mic’s cock, he used his massive mammaries to rapidly stroke his own manhood in time with each bounce. The results were a deafening release of gas and euphoria as the two men lost themselves completely to their rising libidos. Pushed to their absolute limits, the end came in the form of a pair of moans loud enough to wake Midnight from her slumber just in time to let her see Aizawa fall onto the floor from their joint orgasm.
Aizawa remained motionless, even as his ass and back were absolutely drenched in Present Mic’s cum. The floor was further sullied as several more spurts of semen came out of Aizawa’s own cock between his tired gasps. Rolling to his side allowed his partners to see his belly had swollen up to the size of a medicine ball to contain the last load of Present Mic’s cum. Forcing his head up, Aizawa managed to show Midnight a smile and a burp before drifting off to sleep.
“Hey, wake up!” Present Mic shouted, unable to do much other than flail his arms as his body expanded to Midnight’s massive proportions. “I want more sex.”
“Let him sleep dumbass!” Midnight shouted back, stuck in a similar state of immobility. “It’s your fault he’s so tired.”
“Like you have any room to talk,” Present Mic accused. “If it wasn’t for you, we would still have plenty of energy left to fuck each other’s holes.”
“As if,” Midnight replied, grimacing at Present Mic as she let loose a loud BRRRAAAAAAPPPPP from her rear. “It’s obvious that he liked my body BWOOOOOORRRP more.”
Present Mic returned with a PHHHHHRRRRRTTTT from his own ass as he stared down Midnight. “No, he liked mine UUUUUURRRRP better!”
“Mine!”
“Mine!”
“URRRP MINE!”
“MINE BWOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRPPPP!”
The slobby pair’s idiotic argument proved more than enough to get a recently revived Dr. Teld’s attention. Peeking his head over the edge of the balcony, he was more than content with the results. Sure, it didn’t work out exactly as he planned, but the pleased expression on Aizawa’s face proved the experiment’s worth. Struggling to free himself from the restraints of the binding cloth, he was already planning on how to further improve his gadgets to ensure the rest of hero society knew of the paradise that was true hedonism.
