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Standing outside of a cafe, Hanamaru was starting to have second thoughts about her scheduled plans for the day. Dressed in a white sundress that seemed to be a size or two small, her ample cleavage and incredibly thick thighs were on display, making her tremble on the spot as she awaited her date.
As a shy and reserved girl who preferred the peaceful atmosphere that a library provided, it was no surprise to anyone that Hanamaru worked part time as a librarian. When she wasn’t at her job, she was focusing on her Bachelor of Arts, as she was in love with books and literature, believing that it was her calling in life.
But as a young adult who had always been single and lacked the courage to try and talk to someone that she fancies, it was to be expected that the well mannered brunette needed a gentle push to help get her love life started. She would never have gone out on a date with anyone otherwise.
If it wasn’t for the reassuring help of her best friend, Ruby, then Hanamaru would likely have never gone out with somebody throughout her entire time at university. She had been suggested to try out online dating, as it was the easiest way to meet someone, and after much internal debate, she agreed.
She let Ruby handle everything, essentially letting her friend seek out someone that could potentially be a partner. She had heard stories about how people online were never who they said they were, and she tried not to set her expectations too high. After all, they would likely lose all interest in her once they met face to face.
Despite her short stature, Hanamaru was self conscious about her body. Her height wasn’t something that particularly bothered her, aside from the fact that it made it difficult to reach books on the top shelves at times. No, it was the shape of her body, and more importantly, her weight.
She was chubby, with a squishy belly that left her no other choice but to wear clothing to try and hide it. She wasn’t the biggest fan of working out, as she felt like she would just make a fool out of herself with how out of shape and unfit she was. It wasn’t like she ate a lot either; she just struggled with losing weight.
To compliment her figure, Hanamaru’s bosom, thighs and backside were all quite prominent and large. As Ruby would say, she was blessed, although she never truly agreed with such statements. It was more of a bother to the bookworm, as it constantly drew attention to her that she could easily live without.
“Yo. Are you Hanamaru?” A girl with short, dark hair that was tied into a bun on the side called out to Hanamaru, bringing her back to reality and out of her thoughts. From a glance, the total stranger looked like a delinquent; a white camisole that could easily be mistaken for a tank top, denim shorts that had seen better days, and a black choker around her neck.
Gulping as she was face to face with someone on the opposite end of the social hierarchy, Hanamaru was already jumping to conclusions and assuming that she was going to be bullied. She clutched her handbag tightly, fearing that it was going to be snatched from her hands in a moment’s time.
“T-That’s me, yes,” Hanamaru stuttered out, her voice quiet as a cold sweat dripped down her forehead. She was about ready to faint from how stressful this encounter was, but the more she stared in fear at the total stranger, the more she found herself admiring her good looks.
The short-haired punk let out a sigh of relief before flashing a reassuring yet gentle smile. She was quiet for a moment as she eyed the brunette up and down, and she nodded her head in approval before introducing herself, “I’m Yoshiko. Y’know, the one you were flirting with just last night?”
“O-Oh..” The realisation of who she was in the presence of hit Hanamaru like a freight train as she froze on the spot. She had no idea that Ruby had been talking with someone that was totally not her type without her even realising. She had been told again and again that it was someone she could trust, that they would get along just fine.
Scratching the back of her head as she realised how awkward this situation was, Yoshiko let out a sigh before gently grabbing her date by the hand. She didn’t waste any time as she tried to guide them inside of the cafe, all the while reassuring her date, “Just relax. C’mon, let’s grab a seat and chat.”
Taking a seat near the window, the blushing Hanamaru’s gaze was flickering back and forth between the punk and people passing by on the street. She was embarrassed that they had just held hands so suddenly, even if it was only for a moment, and she didn’t know what to say or how to act.
“Lemme guess. You don’t go out very often, do you?” Yoshiko took the initiative and stated her thoughts aloud, unashamed that she might hit a sensitive spot from being too blunt. It was hard for her to not notice the anxious state the brunette was in, and she couldn’t help but to feel guilty about it.
Meekly nodding her head, Hanamaru looked down into her lap, squirming on the spot as she was starting to think that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, that maybe she shouldn’t have let Ruby set her up on a blind date like this. The urge to leave was becoming more and more appealing with each passing second, and yet she was caught by surprise by her date.
“Sorry. I suppose I should talk a bit about myself, shouldn’t I? I play the drums in a rock band with some friends. That uh.. I guess you aren’t interested in rock, are you?” Yoshiko tried to introduce herself before realising that they were truly from two different worlds; she was a punk, and the chubby girl across from her was a bookworm.
Realising that she wasn’t making much of a good impression just staying silent, Hanamaru straightened herself up and took a deep breath. Calming herself down, she quietly replied, “I work part time as a librarian when I’m not at university. What genre of rock do you play, Yoshiko? Garage? Heavy metal?”
“H-Huh? Oh, we play alternative rock. Muse is a huge inspiration to us, y’know?” Yoshiko leaned forward, her tense smile easing up as she was genuinely impressed that the reserved girl was actually trying to hold a conversation with her. It was refreshing, as she had assumed that things weren’t going to work out between them.
Hanamaru started to relax as she had totally expected to be across the table from someone who played punk rock, given their appearance. She was slowly warming up to the idea of being on a date, and she couldn’t help but to ask, “What’s your band’s name? Have you released any singles?”
The two chatted amongst themselves for a good while, discussing music with pleasant smiles on their faces. From a bystander’s perspective, it was like the two of them were dating, that they were just catching up with one another over some tea and desserts. Although all of the sweets were placed in front of the brunette, who happily demolished them.
“You sure can eat, huh? Usually people try to hold back on the first date. Relax, I’m just playing with you,” as the number of empty plates scattered across the table increased, Yoshiko couldn’t help but to make a playful remark about it. In truth, she was impressed, as it meant that the brunette was truly being herself.
Blushing as she only now realised how many slices of cake, tiramisu and tart that she had gone through, Hanamaru covered her crumb covered mouth with one of her hands as she swallowed the last mouthful. She hadn’t really thought much of it, as she had been ordering snacks in order to prolong their conversation.
“S-Sorry. I probably look like a pig, don’t I?” Hanging her head in shame, Hanamaru was starting to worry if perhaps she had ruined their date. She had always been told to be mindful of how much she ate when she went out with others, but she was comfortable with the drummer sitting across from her.
Shaking her head in order to refute such a claim, Yoshiko found the meek girl’s behaviour to be adorable. It made her want to spend more time together, and she found the words rolling off the tongue without so much as a second thought, “You’re fine, really. How about we ditch this place and go somewhere a bit more private, huh?”
“H-Huh? O-Oh.. Um.. S-Sure,” Hanamaru was caught off guard by such an offer, and she found herself stuttering like an idiot as she tried to give a simple reply. She had a good idea what the implications were behind them going somewhere private, and she felt as if she was in good hands, that she could trust her date.
Rising to her feet, Yoshiko’s pink eyes were sparkling with excitement as she stepped out from her seat and offered a hand to the chubby girl. Helping to pull her up, she was brimming with anticipation as she announced, “Let’s get a move on then, shall we? The day is still young after all.”
Hanamaru could only gulp and nod her head in silence, unsure as to what awaited her.
Closing the door to their hotel room behind them, Hanamaru let out a shriek as she felt a pair of hands pin her wrists against the door behind her. Her heart was pounding against her chest, and while she was startled, she didn’t exactly hate this. After all, the sheer amount of want in her date’s eyes sent shivers up her spine.
“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to do this, Hanamaru. You’re so cute, and yet you’re so damn sexy. Really, seeing how thick you were with my own eyes made me want to keep you all to myself,” Yoshiko leaned in close as she breathed heavily, confessing to her own feelings of want and need.
With their faces only a mere inch apart from one another, Hanamaru trembled as she processed all of this information. The praise she had received was making her head spin, and the fact that the punkish girl had claimed that she had been holding herself back made her feel somewhat excited.
“I’ll come clean, Hanamaru. I didn’t want to say it earlier, but since you accepted my offer, there’s no better time than now. I love fat bitches. I simply adore thick, wide girls like you,” Yoshiko confessed before licking her lips, unashamed by what she had just stated. It was like she believed she would be accepted.
As much as she wasn’t fond of such vulgar words, the shock had left Hanamaru silent. She was replaying the admission over and over again inside of her head, and she trembled with excitement whenever she thought about how badly her date wanted her, how her chubby and gross body wasn’t a turn off.
“S-Shut up and kiss me..” Hanamaru mumbled underneath her breath, recalling an erotic piece of literature that she had read that somewhat resembled her current situation. Sure, things were moving faster than she anticipated, but she was a young adult; she couldn’t act like a child forever.
Not a second later, Yoshiko crashed her mouth against the brunette’s plump lips. She was intense, needy, and showed no restraint as she moaned into the kiss. She was rubbing their bodies up against one another, and she was grateful for the fact that she was several inches taller.
Feeling a tongue poke at her lips, Hanamaru lowered her guard and let the short-haired girl do as she pleased. Every nook and cranny of her own mouth was being explored, and she was being pushed around as they sloppily shared saliva, something that she hadn’t expected so soon.
Letting go of her date’s wrists, Yoshiko’s hands began to explore the chubby body in front of her. Running her fingers along the curves of the white sundress, she was starting to imagine how beautiful the bare skin that was hidden underneath would look. Not to mention how much she wanted to squeeze her squishy belly.
Hanamaru moaned as she felt a hand grope her chest while the other grabbed hold of one of her asscheeks. She was no stranger to masturbation, but it felt so much different when someone else touched her. She never thought that she would get intimate with someone on the first date like this, even though it was becoming a reality.
Separating from the kiss for a moment, Yoshiko stared hungrily into her lover’s eyes, making it perfectly clear that they were nearing the point of no return, that she wouldn’t be able to hold herself back much longer. With a sultry breath, she asked, “How about we take this to the bed, Hanamaru?”
“I-If that’s what you want, Yoshiko,” Hanamaru mumbled out as she found it hard to believe that this was actually happening. She was being led by the hand towards the queen-sized bed with red sheets, and she knew that it wouldn’t be long before they were naked and clinging to one another.
Coming to a halt, Yoshiko wasted no time in lifting her white camisole up and over her head, revealing a black bra that hid her small bosom. Bending over, she glanced back over her shoulder and grinned as she shook her butt from side to side, all the while pulling her denim shorts down her long, thin legs.
With her date now dressed in nothing but her underwear, Hanamaru felt that it was time for her to mirror her actions. Of course, she was wearing a sundress, so all she could really do was pull it up and over her head, showcasing her wide figure and overhanging stomach that looked like it was just begging to be squeezed.
“Whoa.. You’re even hotter than I imagined,” Yoshiko gasped out in awe, admiring the view of the curvaceous goddess in front of her. She knew that the brunette was thick, but seeing it with her own two eyes was breathtaking. Those large breasts that she could easily smother her face between were drawing her attention, along with that fat dump truck of an ass.
Blushing as she resisted the urge to cover herself up with her hands, Hanamaru was grateful that she was being accepted for who she was. She had always been conscious about her weight and her looks, so it was honestly relieving to have someone compliment her in such a manner.
Unclasping her bra and pulling her panties down, Yoshiko climbed up onto the bed and sat down, beckoning for her date to join her. She showed no shame in revealing that she was a futanari, that a girthy and long penis was protruding from her crotch, one that was fully erect and overflowing with anticipation.
As much of a surprise as it was to learn that she was in the presence of a futanari, Hanamaru didn’t even stop to think about it as she struggled to remove her own underwear, revealing her inverted nipples and cleanly shaven crotch. She placed a hand over her privates before crawling onto the bed.
“Babe, can you do me a huge favour? Please? All I’m asking is for you to sit on my face. Really, that’s it,” Yoshiko was trembling with excitement as she leaned forward and grabbed the brunette’s hands, basically pleading to be sat on. She didn’t need to explain her reasoning, as it was quite obvious that she just wanted to be squished by a fat girl’s body.
Hanamaru’s eyes went wide as her face turned beet red, having not expected to hear those words come from her date’s mouth. She looked away for a moment as she gathered her thoughts, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she quietly accepted the proposal, “I-If that’s what you want.. Then sure, I can do that for you, Yoshiko.”
With Yoshiko laying on her back, Hanamaru was tense as she rose up to her knees and crawled so that she was seated atop of her head. Facing the futanari’s crotch, she admired just how well endowed she was, finding it incredible that someone could hide such a large member in a pair of denim shorts and not feel uncomfortable.
With the chubby girl lowering herself down atop of her, Yoshiko was thrilled that she was being smothered underneath the fattest ass she had ever seen. Her vision was obscured, and a pair of massive asscheeks were squished against the sides of her head, and she couldn’t help but to stick out her tongue to lap away at the tender folds hovering just above her mouth.
Squealing as she felt someone lick her pussy for the first time, Hanamaru didn’t have time to process what was happening as the experienced tongue wiggled its way inside of her. She was shivering as she was overwhelmed with new, foreign sensations, and all of it was causing her body fat to jiggle.
Leaning forward and pressing her ample bosom against the petite futanari, Hanamaru brought her face towards the throbbing erection. She was admiring the sheer size of it, and she couldn’t help but to wonder if it would even fit inside of her. But those thoughts were dismissed as she let out a deep moan.
Feeling her date breathing on her cock, Yoshiko could only imagine that she was going to be sucked off right here and now, that she was going to experience what it was like to sixty-nine with a fat girl. But with each passing moment, she realised that perhaps she was expecting too much from the bookworm.
Climbing off while she gasped for air, Hanamaru had to stop things there before she climaxed from just the punk’s tongue alone. It had been incredible to have her insides stimulated by someone so skilled, and yet she didn’t want to crush her underneath her weight. Catching her breath, she worryingly asked, “A-Are you okay, Yoshiko..?”
“That was incredible! Hey, do you wanna try to ride me? I’ve always wanted to do it with a fat bitch in the cowgirl position!” Yoshiko was brimming with excitement as she licked her lips, savouring the sweet taste of her date’s erotic fluids. She wanted to keep going, to have wild, uncontrollable sex with the chubby girl.
Overwhelmed by how ecstatic and upfront the futanari was, Hanamaru couldn’t deny that she was interested in becoming one with her. She had imagined that she would be pinned to the bed and gently made love with, but she wasn’t against the idea of being on top. “J-Just let me know if I’m too heavy, okay?”
Straddling her date’s crotch, Hanamaru could feel the bulbous tip rubbing against her moist entrance. Taking deep breaths in order to calm her beating heart, she found it hard to believe that she was about to have sex for the first time like this. Fortunately, she had broken her hymen a good while ago when she substituted her fingers for a dildo during a heated masturbation session.
Grabbing the brunette’s hands and intertwining their fingers, Yoshiko didn’t want to come across as too impatient as she minded her tongue. She could hardly wait much longer, as she was about to finally get to fuck a fat girl into a babbling mess, that she was about to be ridden by one.
Lowering herself down, Hanamaru’s eyes rolled back into her head as she let out a deep, prolonged groan. She could feel the throbbing penis reaching deeper and deeper inside of her, spreading the inner walls of her pussy apart, and she was starting to wonder if she would ever reach the bottom of the long shaft.
With her fat ass slapping against her date’s thighs, Hanamaru was surprised at how stuffed she felt. The feeling couldn’t even begin to compare to the dildo she had used, and she slowly pulled her hips up until only the tip remained inside of her. Taking a deep breath, she stuttered out, “H-Here I come, Yoshiko.”
Moaning as the chubby girl began to bounce atop of her, rising and dropping her body at a slow yet awkward pace, Yoshiko was relishing in the satisfaction of having someone so much heavier than herself ride her. It was like her pelvis was going to be crushed if they kept this up for too long, and she could hardly contain her excitement.
“Y-You’re incredible, Hanamaru! It feels so good!” Yoshiko loudly exclaimed as she focused all of her attention on watching her date’s jiggling assets. The large pair of breasts were swaying up and down almost hypnotically, the nipples tucked away and perfectly hidden, and her belly was shaking as if it were made of jelly.
Quickening her pace upon hearing such honest praise, Hanamaru was slowly starting to accept that maybe being somewhat overweight wasn’t such a terrible thing. The futanari seemed to love her body the way it was, and it made her feel as if they were truly made for one another.
The cock grinding against the walls of her pussy never ceased to make Hanamaru quiver and moan, and she could feel a powerful climax building up inside of her. She desperately sought after it, crashing her fat ass against her date’s pelvis repeatedly. It wasn’t long before she tilted her head back and hysterically cried out, “I-I’m coming, Yoshiko!!”
Groaning as she bucked her hips upwards, Yoshiko let the pleasure bubbling up inside of her core explode as she let out a dominating howl. Her penis began to swell up before scorching hot semen erupted from the tip, blasting straight into her partner’s unprotected womanhood and painting it white with her seed, almost as if she was marking her property.
Squealing with delight as she experienced her first creampie, Hanamaru felt as if she was in heaven as her insides began hot and sticky. The fact she was having raw, bareback sex didn’t even cross her mind as she savoured the addictive, euphoric pleasure for all it was worth.
Sharing an orgasm with her date made Yoshiko cherish every moment they spent together, but as she calmed down from the blissful high, she couldn’t help but to feel as if this wasn’t enough. She needed more, to express her lustful feelings towards the chubby girl for at least another hour.
Rolling over and onto her back, Hanamaru felt empty and incomplete as the futanari’s cock slid out of her. She was gasping for breath, already exhausted despite having only made love for a few minutes. She thought that this was the end, that they were just going to bask in the after glory together.
But that was until she met Yoshiko’s intense gaze.
Pouncing like a predator attacking her prey, Yoshiko grabbed the brunette’s thick legs and pushed them upwards so that they were resting on opposite sides of her head. With the glistening pussy that had just been freshly creampied now on complete display, she knew exactly what she had to do.
Confused as to what was happening, let alone what position they were in, Hanamaru didn’t have time to voice her concerns as she felt that huge cock thrust inside of her without any warning. The feeling of it banging against the entrance to her womb made her moan louder than she thought possible, and she blushed out of reflex.
“Y-Yoshiko.. W-What are you..? A-Aah!” Hanamaru tried desperately to gain some answers, and yet the pleasure sweeping through her made it an impossible task as she continued to blissfully cry out. She was being pinned to the bed, left completely and utterly helpless, and yet she was loving every second of it.
Thrusting down into the chubby girl’s inviting pussy, Yoshiko had always wanted to experience what it was like to mating press someone. She was persistent, each of her movements precise as she aimed at her partner’s weak spots, and she grinned whenever she was met with a pleasant moan.
“I-I’ve always wanted to fuck a fat bitch like you! You don’t know how badly I needed this, Hanamaru!” Yoshiko confessed as she crashed her petite body against the curvaceous girl’s again and again. She was relentless, and despite her actions, she did feel somewhat guilty for losing control like this.
Experiencing the wildest sex of her life, Hanamaru couldn’t even begin to think about how to respond, let alone how to process all of this information. She never thought it was possible that someone would lust after her, especially to such an intense extent, and she was truly relishing in the satisfaction that she couldn’t even dream of.
She didn’t want to stop, not after witnessing how aroused her chubby body made the futanari. She wanted to drown in pleasure together, to thoroughly express their love for one another, and even though she was tired and couldn’t really reciprocate the intense actions, she still wanted to do something.
Reaching up and wrapping her hands around Yoshiko’s head, Hanamaru pulled her down and into a wet, needy kiss. She would moan whenever the huge cock banged against the entrance to her womb, and yet she was hoping that this would display how she truly felt about this entire situation.
Caught by surprise, Yoshiko desperately quickened her pace as she wanted to blow a fat load inside of her fat date. She needed to flood her insides with copious amounts of semen, to mark her property, and to ensure that they would stay together. Groaning into her date’s mouth, her orgasm creeped up on her faster than she anticipated.
Spurt after hefty spurt of semen erupted from the tip of her penis, hosing down the brunette’s insides with the intensity of a garden hose. It was as if she was desperately trying to knock her up, to make her chubby and curvaceous figure even rounder over the coming months as she became pregnant.
Hanamaru’s eyes rolled back into her head as the pleasure was too much for her to bear. Her mind was a spinning, blurry mess, and her pussy wasn’t much different. She had been creampied two times in quick succession, and she didn’t even care that they were having unprotected, unrestrained sex.
“I-I wuv you,” the dazed Hanamaru blurted out as she rested her head against the bed, finding that her body was burning hot. Her heart was pounding against her chest, and it seemed as if she wasn’t going to be able to calm down for a good while as she struggled to catch her breath.
She had been fucked silly by Yoshiko, and she was grateful towards Ruby for having set her up on a blind date. Sure, she had been apprehensive at first, but she had enjoyed herself far more than she anticipated, and that wasn’t even taking into account what happened once they got to the hotel together.
Yoshiko leaned in and planted an affectionate kiss on the chubby girl’s cheek before whispering, “I love you too, Hanamaru.”