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Crossing her arms and furrowing her brows, the unimpressed Rukia was in a terrible mood, something that she hadn’t expected after being invited to go shopping for swimsuits. Sure, she was surrounded by so many cute designs that it would be a challenge to decide on which was her favourite, but that wasn’t the problem here.
No, the cause of her distress was due to the fact that she was a third wheel.
She had been invited by Orihime, someone who couldn’t even think of hurting a fly, and yet she was starting to feel like a fool for assuming that it would be a girls day out. Make no mistake, she understood why she had been asked to try on bikinis, but that didn’t make her current predicament any more tolerable.
Keeping her distance, Rukia could only let out a disappointed sigh as she tried to ignore the couple next to her. It’s not like they were doing anything to get on her nerves anyway. They were standing rather close to one another, but their arms weren’t linked and they weren’t even touching one another affectionately.
“What do you think of this one, Ichigo?”
“Hmm. I think it’d look great on you, Orihime.”
Shaking her head as she had heard this exchange far too many times to count since they stepped foot into the store, Rukia was half tempted to leave the dating pair alone. They weren’t ignoring her, nor were they giving her the cold shoulder and acting as if she were unwanted, but this situation was just so awkward.
She could tell that Ichigo was flustered over being surrounded by bikinis, that he was the only male in the store. For once, the shinigami didn’t even feel like teasing him when he was vulnerable, instead finding his behaviour frustrating as he wasn’t even offering any worthwhile criticism when asked for it.
At the very least, Orihime appeared to be having a good time, even if she was clueless as to what kind of swimsuit she wanted.
How much time had passed since they stepped foot into the store? Rukia hadn’t the faintest idea, but it felt as if time was crawling by at a snail’s pace, that an eternity would have passed by the time they left. She had truly been looking forward to today, but her expectations had long since been crushed.
Leaving the couple alone as they made no progress on the task at hand, Rukia began to wander off, trying her best to focus all of her attention on the assortment of swimsuits on display. There were a considerable number of erotic designs, and yet none of them appealed to her.
Why would they? They wouldn’t look good on her. She didn’t have curves like Orihime, not to mention her lacking bust.
No, the bikinis that had frills were what caught the distressed girl’s attention. She simply loved how cute they all looked, and she was starting to imagine what she would look like wearing any one of them. There were just so many to choose from that she felt like a kid in a candy store.
Picking up a white frilled bikini that came with a matching bottom and a skirt, Rukia felt pleased with her choice as she began to glance around in search of the couple she was supposed to be accompanying. She let out a groan as they were still in the same place she left them, making her wonder just how they could be so indecisive.
Stomping over to the pair of gingers, Rukia had reached the limit of her patience as she was ready to give them a piece of her mind. Coming to a halt just next to them, she placed a hand on her hip and ridiculed them both, “You two still haven’t picked something out? Come on, you’ve been standing there for ages now.”
“O-Oh. Sorry Rukia. I just want to pick something out that Ichigo would like,” blushing as she was called out for being indecisive, Orihime promptly apologised as she made it perfectly clear as to why she was struggling to choose a swimsuit. She glanced out of the corner of her eyes up at her tall boyfriend, only averting her gaze when she felt someone was looking at her.
Storming forward and getting behind the big idiot that shouldn’t even be here to begin with, Rukia began to push him away, realising that he was just prolonging things with his presence alone. Truthfully, she was relieved to be able to vent her frustrations in such a manner, as she had been in a terrible mood for far too long now.
“W-What’s the big deal, Rukia?” A confused Ichigo asked, finding it weird that he was being singled out and shoved out of the store. Granted, he was just going with the flow as he was more than capable of putting his feet down and making it difficult for the shinigami to get him to budge even a muscle.
Staring up at the ginger in disapproval, Rukia stuck out her tongue playfully before bluntly informing the clueless teenager, “You’re not helping. You’ve been telling Orihime the same thing for the last twenty minutes now, you idiot. Just leave. I’ll go and help her choose since you’re so incompetent.”
Letting out a sigh of relief as she had just vented all of her frustrations, Rukia made her way back over to the speechless Orihime, not ashamed in the slightest that she had just caused a scene. She just wanted to relax, to have some girl talk without having to be mindful of a certain somebody.
“Um.. Rukia, you didn’t have to..” The bashful Orihime blurted out, clearly worked up over the current situation. She had just wanted to spend some time together with her boyfriend and the petite girl, to ask for both of their opinions as she wasn’t sure what would look good on her. But now she couldn’t help but to think she had messed things up.
Shaking her head, Rukia didn’t believe that the buxom ginger was in the wrong. She was far too kindhearted for her own good after all. No, the blame lay solely on the idiot who didn’t understand how awkward he was making things. “Don’t worry about it, Orihime. Come on, you wanted to pick out a swimsuit, didn’t you?”
Not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer, as it was clear that the shinigami was hoping to move on and finish what they had come here for, Orihime just nodded in response. She turned her attention back to the assortment of bikinis on display, unsure as to which one would look good on her.
When she had asked her boyfriend for his opinion, he had always just told her that she would look great in everything. While it certainly was flattering, it wasn’t exactly helpful as it only made her all the more indecisive. She was really hoping to blow his mind and pick one that would get a rise out of him.
Examining the variety of swimsuits, Rukia couldn’t help but feel like they were far too erotic for her personal taste. She would never be seen wearing something so revealing, as she didn’t have the confidence about her figure to flaunt it. However, the ditzy girl beside her was a different story.
Orihime had curves in all the right places, not to mention that her breasts were undeniably the biggest she had ever seen. How someone could walk around with those hefty knockers and not have back pain, she would never know, but all she could think is that they must be incredibly fun to play with.
In Rukia’s mind, she was positive that no matter what bikini they picked out, that it would look stunning on someone so voluptuous. Just the mere thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she had to hunch forward ever so slightly in order to hide her growing excitement, as she would rather not cause any more drama than she already has.
The pair slowly circled around the store, often stopping to pick up swimsuits that caught either of their interest in order to discuss whether it was a good choice or not. They were having fun, and the awkward tension from earlier was nowhere to be seen as they eventually found what they had been searching for.
A standard white bikini that did wonders on the imagination, showing off just enough skin that it was nearing dangerous territory.
Rukia had been the one to choose the colour, as she felt that it best fit with Orihime’s purity. She could tell that it was actually going to be used for its intended purposes, that she wasn’t going to wear it just to get laid. It made her breathe a sigh of relief, as she didn’t want to think about what would happen if she were to actually try and seduce Ichigo in public.
Orihime was gleaming as she approved of the bikini, believing that it would be the one to blow her boyfriend’s mind and leave him speechless. It wasn’t the most exotic option, but it was certainly one that she felt comfortable with. With a dazzling smile, she calmly spoke, “Thanks so much, Rukia. Really, you’ve been a huge help.”
“O-Of course. It was simple without that idiot around to distract us,” getting somewhat flustered just by being thanked, Rukia couldn’t help but to puff out her petite chest proudly as she was glad that she was helpful. She had enjoyed herself far more than she expected, given her terrible mood from earlier.
She was ready to go and purchase the frilly swimsuit she had picked out for herself, but she noticed that the busty ginger didn’t seem to share that notion. In fact, she appeared to be looking around the store in search of something. And it was only a couple of moments before she found what she was looking for.
“How about we go and try them on, Rukia?” Orihime asked as she was hoping to get a look at herself in the mirror in order to confirm whether or not the bikini would look good on her or not. It was difficult for her to picture it inside of her head, as she wasn’t that confident about her own appearance.
Tensing up as she hadn’t even thought of putting on the swimsuit to see how it would look on her, Rukia felt as if she was at a loss. She didn’t like stripping down near other people, both due to her complex about her petite body, but also because she had a secret that she would like to keep hidden at all costs.
But with the kindhearted girl gleaming at her, Rukia knew that she had no other choice but to follow her wishes. She’d feel guilty if she ruined the good mood she had gone out of her way to create, even if it meant embarrassing herself. Apprehensively, she nodded her head, not daring to utter a word out of fear that she would stutter.
Unaware of just how anxious the shinigami was, Orihime grabbed her by the hand and led her towards the set of changing rooms. She figured that it was just a cultural shock, that this wasn’t what she was accustomed to in Soul Society, and she was hoping to help put her worries at ease by teaching her of what the norm was in the human world.
Of course, she had no idea that she was only making matters worse, even if she harboured good intentions.
“Just call out if you need anything, okay? I’ll be in the stall right next to you,” Orihime calmly explained as they came to a halt. She found it somewhat adorable that Rukia didn’t know what was going on, and she was trying her best to not giggle out of amusement. It really felt as if they were having a girls day out, and she was all for it.
Ignoring the fact that she was being treated like a child, Rukia hurried into one of the unoccupied changing rooms and pulled the thick, black curtain closed behind her. She couldn’t see anything from the other side, and it made her breathe a sigh of relief that no one was going to witness her stripping down.
It was far more spacious than she had imagined, and there was easily enough room for herself and another person. Heck, there was even a bench built against one of the walls facing a mirror. It wasn’t as suffocating as she anticipated, and she slowly took deep breaths in order to calm her nerves.
Repeating to herself mentally that no one is going to discover her secret, Rukia began to strip down, removing one article of clothing after another before she was butt naked. Staring at her own reflection, she couldn’t help but to run her hands over her meagre chest and pout, realising just how small her breasts really were.
Despite her best efforts to not let her eyes wander, the shinigami found herself sneaking glances at her crotch. In particular, the thick penis dangling between her legs. It was the real deal, and it was the cause of most of her problems. After all, a girl possessing both male and female genitalia was unheard of.
Rukia tried to keep it hidden at all costs, afraid that she’ll be given special treatment if anyone were to realise just what her secret was. It made sleeping in the same room as Orihime troublesome, as she had a bad habit of letting her mind wander, and it wasn’t too common for her to try and picture the ginger’s naked body in private.
Just thinking about how the innocent girl was likely naked in the changing booth next to her sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel blood starting to flow to her nether regions. Shaking her head in a futile attempt to clear her mind, she decided it was best to preoccupy herself.
And what better way to do that than by trying on the frilly bikini she had picked out?
Picking up the bikini top, Rukia stumbled for a moment as she slid it on, struggling to clip the back together so it would be held in place. She was nervous, and she was constantly glancing over at the black curtain, always fearing that someone would pull it aside and catch her in such a shameful state.
Stepping into the bikini bottoms, Rukia slowly pulled them up her slim legs, shivering as she felt the soft fabric brush against her bare skin. Examining her appearance in the mirror, she couldn’t help but to pout as there was a notable bulge, one that she wouldn’t be able to hide without placing an object in front of it.
Shaking her head as she could hardly believe how difficult of a task it was to find clothes that would hide her penis perfectly, the black-haired girl was starting to wonder if perhaps it was best to just put the swimsuit back on the shelf and just wear a plain shirt and some shorts to the beach instead.
Sure, she wouldn’t be able to go swimming like she had hoped, but it was the best option available that kept her secret intact.
“Rukia? Can you come over here for a sec? I need some help.”
The all too familiar voice caught Rukia by surprise, and she had to place a hand on her chest in order to calm her beating heart. She had thought for a second that she had been caught, that the ginger she was shopping with had entered the changing room in search of some assistance.
Debating for a moment whether or not to get changed back into her clothes, Rukia stuck her head out through the black curtain and glanced around, ensuring that no one was lingering about or looking. As embarrassing as it was, she dashed outside and hurried into the booth next to her own.
“W-What do you need help with?” The flustered shinigami asked as she stepped into the adjacent changing room, her jaw dropping as she could hardly believe her eyes. Right in front of her was what could only be described as a naked goddess who was only wearing a pair of bikini bottoms that looked a couple sizes too small.
The white swimsuit was digging into her ass, making it look as if Orihime was wearing a thong. The slim string wrapping around her waist was sinking into the skin, making her appear even more plump than she already was while flaunting her wide hips that were perfect for child bearing.
“That was fast, Rukia. Oh? That looks cute on you! It’s a perfect fit!!” Somewhat startled that she had a guest join her so quickly, Orihime was surprised to see that her friend already had her frilly bikini on. It was adorable, and she couldn’t help but to smile, almost forgetting about her own problem.
Blushing and scratching her cheek, Rukia felt flustered over being complimented like this. It certainly helped that her bulge in her bikini bottom hadn’t been noticed just yet, as she was certain that it would spell disaster when it happened. “T-Thanks. Yours look great, but how come you don’t have the top on?”
“Um.. Well.. You see, I can’t clip it together,” Orihime’s face turned red as she averted her gaze, turning around to prove that she was struggling to get her bikini top on. The clasps were close, but she just couldn’t seem to connect them, proving that her magnificent bust was too much for the plain swimsuit.
Rukia stared in awe as she could see the ginger’s breasts from behind. She had to wonder just how big they really were, what cup size they could be, and just how soft they must feel to touch. It was wrong of her to think of these things, but she couldn’t help herself as blood began to flow to her crotch, making her tremble with excitement.
Jolting back to reality, Rukia knew that she was making a fool of herself, that she was going to reveal her secret if she wasn’t careful. Her own bikini bottoms were starting to feel cramped, and she wanted to prevent causing a scene. Stepping forward, she stuttered out, “F-Fine. I’ll do it, just stand still for a moment.”
Taking a deep breath, Orihime sucked in her tummy in an attempt to temporarily slim herself down so the swimsuit would fit. She was positive that she had triple checked the size on the tag, but it was obvious that she must have misread something. It wouldn’t be the first time something like this happened to her after all.
Grabbing the clips, Rukia gulped as she tried not to ogle the voluptuous girl in front of her. She didn’t want to betray Ichigo’s trust by fantasising about his girlfriend, but it was becoming more and more difficult with each passing second. She could so easily reach forward and cup those giant breasts, digging her fingers in and feeling just how heavy they really were.
She was standing mere inches away from her, and Rukia could feel all of the blood rushing to her crotch. Her attempts to keep herself calm were all for naught as her penis swelled in size, protruding out from the waistband of her bikini bottoms and resting adjacent to her slim stomach.
“Rukia? What’s the matter?” A curious Orihime asked, having noticed that there was a lack of movement in the changing room. She was wondering if perhaps it was a hopeless task that she had put the shinigami up to, that it was best if she just returned it back where she found it and tried to find another swimsuit.
Glancing back over her shoulder, Orihime’s eyes fell straight upon the erect member. She immediately blushed, her mind starting to race at a million miles a minute, and she could hardly comprehend what she was seeing. She never thought for even a second that Rukia possessed both male and female genitalia.
Covering herself up and spinning away, Rukia was slow to react as she had practically just exposed her secret to the ginger. She felt as if she was going to die of embarrassment at any moment, and yet it was hard for her to deny that she was turned on by just being in the stacked girl’s presence, especially with how little clothing they were wearing.
“S-Sorry! I-I didn’t mean to..” Orihime stuttered out, utterly ashamed over this situation. She had been glad that they had been able to chat freely without her boyfriend around, but now she had just gone and made things awkward again. Granted, it’s not like she predicted that this would happen, but still. She felt as if she was at fault here.
As she averted her gaze, Orihime couldn’t get the image of that huge penis out of her mind. It was bigger than Ichigo’s by such an extent that it felt wrong to even try and compare the two. She was confused, embarrassed, and as guilty as it made her feel, intrigued about how well endowed the black-haired girl is.
Believing that she had just ruined everything, that she could no longer face any of her friends in the human world, Rukia was trembling as she felt like running away. Biting her lip, she braced herself to make a dash out of the changing room before blurting out, “I-I’m sorry! E-Excuse me for a moment!”
But before she could even take a step, she found that a hand had grabbed her by the wrist, preventing her from escaping. It made Rukia all the more flustered, as she just wanted nothing more than to hide. She was ashamed of herself for letting her secret out in such an inappropriate manner, and she couldn’t help but to blame herself for not taking precautions.
“W-Wait! U-Um.. Y-You can’t go out like that..” Orihime mumbled underneath her breath, unsure as to why she had grabbed the shinigami’s arm. She had done it on instinct, and she was scrambling to come up with a reason to explain her actions. All the while, she was sneaking glances at that huge, throbbing erection.
How could she not? Discovering that a friend had a penis was not something she could ever have anticipated, and she was mesmerised over the fact it was real.
Worked up and emotional over this entire predicament, Rukia was somewhat annoyed that she was being held back like this. Letting her frustrations get the better of her, she barked out without a second thought, “What am I supposed to do then?! Just wait for things to calm down?! Or are you volunteering to help?!”
Flinching as she hadn’t expected to be shouted at, Orihime had nothing planned inside of her head. She just felt as if it was the right thing to do to prevent the anxious girl from leaving, especially when her penis was protruding from the waistband of her bikini bottoms. Who knows what would happen if someone were to catch her?
And yet, as she took a moment to stop and think, Orihime was dwelling over those last words uttered. She felt guilty, as she had been the one to cause this entire mess, and she wanted to do something, anything, to make amends. Taking a deep breath, she meekly responded, “U-Um.. I-If it will help..”
Not expecting her outburst in the heat of the moment to be taken seriously, Rukia felt somewhat bad that she was pressuring the ginger like this. This was nothing more than an accident, and here she was, acting all temperamental. Still, the offer was starting to sound more and more tempting with each passing second.
It certainly didn’t help that she was starting to leer at the flustered bombshell in front of her, whose bikini top was practically hanging free. Those giant breasts were almost on complete display, and Rukia couldn’t help but to swallow hard as she started to fantasise once again about how it would feel to touch them.
Letting out a defeated sigh, she decided to try and be reasonable for the time being, as this entire situation was inappropriate. As tempting as it was to give in to her desires and ask to be relieved, she knew that it was best to try and put this incident behind them. “I-I’m sorry for blowing up on you, Orihime. Can we just forget all about this? Please?”
“A-Are you sure? I-I mean.. I don’t mind helping you out if you need a hand, Rukia,” Orihime stuttered as she continued to sneak glances, finding it hard to believe that a penis could be so big. She understood very well that she was going overboard here, but she genuinely felt like she had to do whatever it takes to patch things up between them.
That, and she was dying to see for herself just how big that phallus was.
Tensing up as she could feel her walls of resistance starting to crumble, Rukia knew that she shouldn’t accept such an alluring offer. Sure, her lower half was demanding attention, but this wasn’t the time or place for that. Instead of flat out denying the proposal, she reminded the ginger, “But what about Ichigo?”
Orihime’s eyes grew wide as she had almost forgotten about her boyfriend who was likely wandering around in an attempt to kill some time. She found herself comparing him to the shinigami in front of her, and she couldn’t help but to feel sorry for him. After all, he just could not measure up to her girth, nor her length.
There was no harm in lending a helping hand to someone in need, was there? At last, that’s what Orihime was telling herself as she felt as if she was going to regret not being more pushy about this. “Are you sure you don’t need help, Rukia? Y-You um.. You must be suffering, right..? I-I mean, it’s so big that it must be distracting..”
Unsure as to what the buxom girl was rambling on about, Rukia quickly noticed where that pair of brown eyes were focusing in on. She could feel all of her reasoning start to slip away as she pieced together just why this matter wasn’t being dropped, and she smirked as she closed the distance between them.
“If you insist.. This can be our little secret, Orihime. Don’t you worry, that idiot will never find out about this,” Rukia’s face was so close to the massive mammaries that she had to resist the urge to smother herself between them. She was willing to indulge her own desires, especially if she was constantly being offered a hand in relieving herself.
Just the mere thought of doing something so immoral, so twisted inside of a changing room sent a shiver down Orihime’s spine. They could be caught at any minute if they weren’t careful, and she was certain that her boyfriend would come looking for her once he realises that the two of them are missing.
The guilty rush of adrenaline made her bite her lip to prevent an ecstatic squeal from blurting out. Carefully kneeling down, Orihime was face to face with the huge erection. Taking a good look at it, she let out a gasp as she could hardly believe how intimidating it was, not to mention the sheer girth.
It was almost three times the size of her boyfriend’s, and the ginger couldn’t help but to wonder what it would feel like if the monstrous member was thrust inside of her. Would it even fit? She wasn’t certain, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt that it would stretch her wide open and reach the unexplored depths of her pussy.
Rukia was in disbelief that this was actually happening, that she had really exposed her secret to someone and was going along with such a maddening proposal. She knew it was wrong, but her carnal urges were clouding her judgement, and she wanted nothing more than to make use of those giant tits that were the object of her envy.
But before she could even think of asking to be smothered in those massive mammaries, the shinigami felt a hand wrap around her penis. The fingers were slim and couldn’t reach all the way around, and she could tell by the grip that Orihime had some experience. But that was to be expected, given that she had a boyfriend.
With the hot member rubbing against her palm, Orihime felt as if it was going to leave a burn if she wasn’t careful. She never knew that a cock could grow so big, and that she would struggle to keep a hold of it. She was awestruck, and she blurted out mindlessly, “Whoa.. It’s so big..”
“O-Of course! Just who do you think I am?” Flustered by the outburst, Rukia felt the need to go with the flow as her ego was being stroked. All her worries about being regarded as a monster had vanished, and she quivered with delight as another hand wrapped itself around her erection.
Whenever she was with her boyfriend, Orihime only ever needed to use one hand to jerk him off, but with the hung black-haired girl, she felt as if using both might not be enough. The throbbing sensations against her palms and fingers sent shivers down her spine, and she could tell that it was quite eager to be worshipped by her.
The sounds of customers and shop clerks talking did put her on edge, but Orihime tried her best to ignore them as she began to jerk both of her hands in sync. She made her way all the way up until she was just below the enlarged glans, only to jolt down to the base, repeating this slowly as she worked up a pleasant rhythm.
Moaning with approval as a handjob hadn’t been on her agenda for the day, Rukia wasn’t being mindful of the fact that they were supposed to be hidden. All that mattered to her was that she got the release she so desperately craved, even if it meant asking a friend to cheat on her boyfriend in order to get what she wanted.
“F-Faster Orihime!” The words rolled off of Rukia’s tongue as she relished in the guilty satisfaction. It was far more stimulating than when she jerked off by herself, and she felt as if she was producing far more precum than normal, as the translucent fluid was leaking out from her tip constantly with no signs of slowing down anytime soon.
With her hands growing slick from the copious amounts of excitement that the shinigami was letting out, Orihime could only obey as she quickened her place, tightening her grip as she could feel the veins throbbing as she pumped from the base to the tip over and over again. “H-How’s this?”
The ginger was met with a joyous groan in response, and she couldn’t help but to smile as she was able to help her friend out. The thought of her boyfriend was being pushed into the back of her head, as she reassured herself multiple times that this wasn’t cheating, that she was just aiding someone in need.
That, and a mere handjob didn’t qualify as being unfaithful. At least, that’s what her perspective on the matter was.
Growing curious as she could see two round objects inside of the black-haired girl’s bikini bottoms, Orihime removed one of her sticky hands in order to see with her own two eyes just what they were. She was promptly met with an answer she should have expected, as two large testicles were hanging underneath the girthy cock.
They looked incredibly heavy, given how low hanging they were, and she found herself comparing Rukia to her boyfriend. They were so vastly different from one another that it felt wrong to do this, but she was a teenager whose hormones were running rampant. She had to do this, if only to sate her own curiosity.
Listening to the euphoric moans, an idea popped into Orihime’s head as she reached forward and grasped one of the hefty balls. She was shocked to find that it weighed more than she expected, and she immediately started to imagine just how much semen was stored inside of these fat nuts.
The combination of a handjob and having her testicles fondled was making Rukia’s entire body tremble as she felt as if she was melting from the pleasure. Her legs were shaking, and she could tell that she was about ready to burst. It was so wrong to do this, but the guilty thrill was driving her mad and clouding her rationality as she embraced the madness.
“Y-You’re making me cum, Orihime!!” Rukia cried out with little notice, bucking her hips forward as she tossed her head backwards. Her vision was clouded as she felt all of the pleasure that had been swelling up inside of her erupt, all of it being blasted straight out of her huge penis.
Squealing as a torrent of semen was fired straight at her face with no warning, Orihime barely had time to think before she had a thick coating of jizz plastered all over her. It was clinging to her like glue, slowly trickling downwards down her cheeks and onto her voluptuous chest.
She had lost track of how much time had passed since the shinigami’s orgasm started, but it felt like an eternity for the ginger. How someone could produce such a ludicrous amount of cum was beyond her understanding, and it was nothing like what her boyfriend was capable of. Heck, throughout all the time they had been together, he never came this much, even if she were to add it all up.
The thick spunk had a sweet aroma to it, one that made her head spin, and Orihime found herself instinctively reaching up to her face and scooping up a clump of the goo with her fingers. Driven by her own curiosity, she shoved her digits into her mouth, swirling her tongue around as she polished them off, relishing in both the taste and the satisfaction.
Taking a deep breath, Rukia felt as if she had just experienced true bliss for the first time. The handjob couldn’t even compare to when she jerked herself off, and she craved more. She didn’t care if she was overstepping her bounds, or if this was an immoral act; she needed to drown in that euphoric pleasure until she had gotten her fix.
Gazing down at the busty girl kneeling before her, Rukia’s penis twitched at the sight of her own cum plastered all over her face. Even she had to admit that she had let out more than normal, and it only added fuel to the fire as she was willing to get forceful if need be. “You’re such a turn on, Orihime. Can we keep going?”
“H-Huh..?” The confused Orihime blurted out, having been caught off guard as she had been focused on cleaning herself up. She had scooped almost a dozen clumps of semen into her mouth with her fingers, and there was still plenty more to go. She was positive that the smell would be glued to her until she returned home and took a shower.
Just thinking about her unsuspecting boyfriend not realising what she had been up to sent a shiver down her spine, and the ginger could feel what little rationality remained slipping away. The throbbing erection before her was far too alluring to pass up, and she could tell that the feeling was mutual, that they both weren’t leaving this dressing room until they were both satisfied.
“S-Sure. How about you take a seat on the bench? I’ll um.. I’ll give you a titfuck,” Orihime blushed as she proposed the idea, her eyes fixated on the huge cock that was staring right back at her. Normally she would never suggest such a thing, not even with her boyfriend, but there was just something about the shinigami that made her repressed desires rise to the surface.
Rukia’s expression lit up as she didn’t even have to be the one to ask to be smothered in those massive mammaries. It was like her mind had been read, and she was more than willing to do as she was told as she sat down on the wooden bench, resting her back against the wall of the stall as she made herself comfortable.
Spreading her legs, she was practically inviting the buxom girl to leap at her. Rukia was rather pleased with herself, no longer caring about her secret being revealed. It was worth the risk if she got to experience such mind numbing pleasure after all. Smirking, she raised an eyebrow and proclaimed, “I never knew you were such a slut, Orihime.”
Orihime blushed as she hadn’t expected to hear such vulgar words escape the petite girl’s mouth. While she would normally be infuriated to have such filth directed at her, she couldn’t help but to get all flustered as she could tell that she was being sought after, that she was the cause behind her maddening lust.
“I-I’m not..” As much as she would have loved to accept the crude compliment, Orihime felt the need to deny it as she remembered her boyfriend. He saw her as this innocent, undefilable girl after all, and while she was doing something inappropriate behind his back, she believed it was the right thing to do to try and maintain that image, even if she reeked of cum.
Pulling the already loose bikini top up and over her head, the flustered girl placed it to the side carefully before crawling towards the shinigami on her knees. Her huge breasts were swaying from side to side, jiggling like jelly with each move she made, and she could feel her body growing hot from the intense gaze she was being met with.
Leering down at the giant pair of tits that would be wrapped around her dick in a moment’s time, Rukia felt like she was the luckiest person on the planet. Getting a handjob from someone that could be regarded as a goddess was one thing, but now that she was seconds away from getting a titfuck, she felt like shouting to share her excitement.
But she suppressed that desire, knowing that it would spell disaster for the both of them if someone were to overhear them and catch them red handed. It was thrilling that they were doing something so dangerous, but she would rather not be branded a pervert by total strangers.
Mentally preparing herself, Orihime took a deep breath as she cupped the undersides of her breasts, lifting them up and spreading them apart before hovering them just above the shinigami’s girthy erection. Feeling somewhat playful, she teasingly blurted out, “My tits are going to swallow you up now, Rukia.”
Before she could even muster a response, Rukia felt her entire penis being surrounded on all sides by what she could only describe as the softer pair of pillows imaginable. There was a firmness to it that made it feel snug, and she could hardly believe that she was being buried by the fattest pair of tits on the planet.
Letting out a deep moan, Rukia was impressed that only the tip was sticking out from the valley of seemingly neverending cleavage. She knew that she was well endowed, that she should consider herself lucky to have a 14 inch dick, but all she could think about was how lucky she was at this moment in time.
“Wow.. You’re so big, Rukia. I can’t even fit you between my boobs,” an awestruck Orihime confessed as she placed her hands on the sides of her bosom, squishing the luscious orbs together in order to apply some pressure to the phallus squished between them. It felt hot against her chest, and she once again found herself comparing it to her absent boyfriend.
She never had to put much effort into getting her boyfriend off when he begged for a titfuck, but Orihime realised quickly that this was going to be different. She was dealing with a whole different beast here, one that could actually be called a monster given its size. She was starting to pity herself for not recognising that her boyfriend wasn’t as amazing as she thought he was.
“They’re sooo soft! How are they real? Just what did you eat to make them grow so big, Orihime?” Savouring the pleasure for all it was worth, Rukia was just mindlessly blurting out whatever came to mind. Her envy over the ginger’s bust size had disappeared for the time being, as she was amazed over how blissful it felt.
The sensation of those hefty mammaries bouncing up and down, clapping against her lap sent wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her petite body, and Rukia was unable to control herself as her moans echoed throughout the changing room, starting to leak out into the store.
She was practically begging to be caught, but it didn’t even cross her mind at this time. All that mattered at this moment was that her cock was being swallowed up, that she was receiving a titfuck from the bustiest girl she’d ever met. She was intoxicated on her own lust, and this inappropriate act was only adding more fuel to the fire.
“K-Keep your voice down, Rukia. You don’t want someone to interrupt us, now do you?” An anxious Orihime stuttered out, glancing over at the thick, black curtain as she could hear people outside. She was going to die of embarrassment if someone caught them, especially if her boyfriend just so happened to be there.
Letting out a sigh of relief as no one appeared suspicious of what was happening inside of the changing room, Orihime quickened her pace, grinding her tits together against the huge penis. She could feel it throbbing against her, that her bosom was growing slick with the copious amounts of precum that was leaking out.
Separating her breasts for just a second, the ginger slapped them together, a shiver running down her spine as the smacking sound echoed throughout the dressing room. Sure, being met with a sensual moan made her feel relieved that she was doing a good job, but her own aching body was starting to distract her.
Most notably, her bikini bottoms were gradually becoming drenched.
Truthfully, Orihime never really enjoyed having sex with her boyfriend. He had good intentions and meant no harm, but he just couldn’t satisfy her in the bedroom. He always blew his load far too quickly, and even when he ate her out, it didn’t change much. In the end, she was the one that was frustrated and pent up from not getting the release she yearned for.
“Nnngh! Y-Your tits are squeezing me dry, Orihime!” Rukia groaned out without any warning whatsoever, her petite body twisting and turning as she let her ejaculation sweep right through her. She had done her best to endure the titfuck for as long as possible, but she had reached her limit.
Semen erupted from the tip of her penis, shooting high up into the air before splattering down against the massive milkers. Despite having only came just a short while ago, the quantity she was producing hadn’t diminished whatsoever. In fact, it was almost like she was letting out more jizz than before.
Squealing as scorching hot cum rained down upon her, Orihime could feel the thick fluid coating her exposed breasts. Her boyfriend would also ejaculate inside of her cleavage, and he could never hope to achieve such a feat. Her chest was being marked by the shinigami, almost as if she was claiming it as her own property.
Sure, she had initially proposed the idea in order to help out her friend that appeared to be in pain, but now Orihime was doing this for her own gratification. She wanted to see with her own two eyes what she was missing out on, to feel validated that she was actually skilled in relieving someone with her voluptuous body.
Rukia’s head was spinning as she slowly calmed down from the euphoric high, and she was gasping to catch her breath as she gazed down at her handiwork. The giant pair of tits were plastered in a thick coating of her own jizz, and she couldn’t help but to feel proud over accomplishing such a feat.
Scooping some semen up with her fingers and shovelling it into her mouth, Orihime trembled with delight over the sweet taste. She was amazed that someone was actually capable of producing such a volume, but what shocked her even more was that the shinigami was still erect and ready for more.
She’d used her hands and her breasts in order to help get her off, but now Orihime was starting to wonder if perhaps this wasn’t going to be enough. There were no signs that the huge penis was going to calm down anytime soon, and as she rubbed her thighs together, she was starting to get an itch to experience just what the hulking beat was capable of.
Stumbling for a brief moment as she shakingly rose up off of the floor, the busty girl didn’t even bother to straighten herself up as she pulled her bikini bottoms down her long legs and stepped out of them. She could tell that they were drenched, but that wasn’t a concern to her at this time.
As she turned around and placed her hands against the wall, Orihime stuck her fat ass out in an attempt to seduce the shinigami. She was shaking it from side to side, causing the round cheeks to ripple from the not so subtle movements. Glancing back over her shoulder, she asked with a sultry voice, “You’re not satisfied yet, are you, Rukia?”
Swallowing hard, Rukia jumped to her feet and pounced at the alluring bombshell. It was clear what her intentions were, given how she was so obviously trying to seduce her, and she was more than happy to give her what she wanted. After all, her erection wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.
“Why would I be when you’re flaunting that sexy body of yours around like this? Just admit it. You’re a slut, Orihime,” Rukia smirked as she ran her hands over the two round asscheeks, amazed at how large they were. She held back the urge to slap them, to leave a red handprint in her wake, as she wanted to sink every last inch of her dick inside of the dripping wet pussy presented to her.
Biting her lip, Orihime didn’t even try to deny it this time around. She knew that she was crossing the line, that she was no different from those loose girls at school who slept around all the time. She was a repressed slut, one who was just dying to get a taste of that massive, thick girlcock.
Feeling a set of hands grab her by the waist, it was only a second later that she felt something long and hard grinding against her ass crack. Quivering as she knew what was about to happen, Orihime was almost tempted to reach back and spread her aching cunt open in order to speed up the process.
Aligning the tip of her penis against the sopping wet folds, Rukia readied herself before thrusting forward, squinting as it was much tighter than she anticipated. It made her wonder if Ichigo had even fucked his girlfriend before, given how crampied her insides felt. But that was soon going to change.
Burying half of her hulking erection inside of the aching pussy, Rukia pulled her hips backwards before jolting forward harshly, forcing herself even deeper. The restrictive walls were trying to impede her progress, but she didn’t let that stop her as she eventually sank all 14 inches inside of the gorgeous ginger.
Orihime’s entire body was trembling as she felt as if she was being stretched wide open, that something impossibly huge had forced itself inside of her. The feeling of her rubbing against the depths of her womanhood she thought were impossible to reach sent her over the edge, as she let out a high pitched squeal.
Groaning as she felt her partner clamp down around her, Rukia was unsure as to what was happening until she heard something wet hit the ground. Finding it somewhat amusing, she leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “Cumming already, Orihime? Come on, we’ve only just started.”
Being ridiculed like this only made Orihime’s head spin as she babbled incomprehensible nonsense, finding it so utterly embarrassing that she was climaxing already. It was the first time she experienced one during sex, and she could only describe it as pure bliss, that it was a feeling of pure satisfaction.
But she knew that the best had yet to come, that this was only just the beginning.
The pair began to collide their bodies against one another, letting their lustful desires pull them deeper into the whirlpool of madness as they defiled the inside of the changing room, turning it into nothing more than a den for them. They were lost in their own little world, and they were only pulled back to reality when a voice caught them by surprise.
“Orihime? Rukia? Are you in there?”
The deep voice belonged to a male, and they both quickly recognised who it was. They froze in place, having not expected that he would return at this moment, and they were at a loss on what to do. Neither one of them had anticipated this, and while the idea of getting caught was thrilling, they didn’t want it to actually happen.
“Answer him. Tell the idiot that you’re all alone in here,” Rukia whispered, keeping her voice as quiet as possible in order to not arouse suspicion. She had a wicked idea in mind, one that she had no intention of sharing with the distressed ginger whose pussy was greedily swallowing up her entire cock.
Against her better judgement, Orihime could only nod her head as she straightened herself up, half expecting the shinigami to pull herself away for the time being. But they stayed connected the entire time, and the feeling of having something huge lodged inside of her as she stumbled towards the curtain was almost enough to make her cum once again.
Sticking her head out through the thick, black curtain, Orihime’s face was red as she could only hope that her boyfriend couldn’t see what was happening inside of the changing room. A bead of sweat was dripping down her forehead as she stuttered out, acting as if she was caught off guard, “I-Ichigo? I thought you wandered off.”
“I got bored and was hoping that you and Rukia would be done by now. Is she in there with you?” A disinterested Ichigo confessed as she glanced around at the row of vacant changing rooms, finding it strange that only his girlfriend was occupying one when there was no sight of the black-haired girl who loved to butt heads with him.
Shaking her head in response, Orihime was glad that Rukia was keeping still, that she wasn’t trying to fuck her senseless at this moment. Sure, the feeling of her huge dick buried inside of her was distracting, but she could endure at least this much for a short while. “I-I don’t know where she went. Maybe she is looking for you?”
Ichigo just gave the girl a confused look, finding her demeanour to be odd. She appeared to be dishevelled and embarrassed, and he could only assume that he had caught her while she was in the middle of getting changed. After all, she seemed to be clinging to the curtain tightly, almost as if she was afraid of exposing herself.
“Are you alright? You’re red in the face. I didn’t catch you at a bad time, did I?” The oblivious Ichigio couldn’t help but to ask, somewhat feeling guilty if he was the one to make his girlfriend get all flustered. Deep down, he was hoping that she would show off her bikini to him, that she would drag him inside of the changing room for a little fun, but he knew that such a thing would never happen.
Opening her mouth, Orihime couldn’t even get a single word out as she felt Rukia start to thrust without any warning. The hulking beast was grinding against the walls of her pussy, pulling back until only the tip remained, before it plunged to the base once again, bashing against the entrance to her womb.
Her eyes rolled back as she just narrowly managed to place a hand over her mouth in order to stifle a moan, and Orhime felt as if she was going to die of embarrassment at any moment. Here she was, betraying her boyfriend right before his very eyes, and he was none the wiser to what was happening.
It was so wrong, and yet she couldn’t help but to feel her cunt start to gush at the thrill of partaking in such a dangerous act. It would ruin their relationship if she were to be caught, and she was praying that her boyfriend was too dense to realise that she was having her insides rearranged.
“Y-You sure you’re okay? You don’t have a fever, do you?” Ichigo worryingly asked, finding it strange how his girlfriend’s face was beet red and that she was sweating more than she should be. He could hear what sounded like something clapping coming from inside of the changing room, and he could only imagine that the flustered ginger must be smacking her knees together.
Biting her lip as she glanced at her boyfriend with lust clouded eyes, Orihime nodded her head as smoothly as she could as she tried her hardest to suppress her moans. Taking a deep breath, she managed to stutter out, “I-I’m just feeling hot, that’s all. C-Could you go grab me some water?”
“Sure thing. I’ll be back in a few, so take it easy, okay?” Ichigo was still clearly concerned, but he was pleased to hear that he was being relied upon once again. He was more than happy to lend his distressed girlfriend a helping hand, as he didn’t want this date to be cancelled like this.
With her naive boyfriend hurrying off, Orihime pulled her head back behind the curtain. She didn’t even have a chance to let out a sigh of relief as her pussy was given a harsh pounding, her cervix being hammered relentlessly by the oversized penis that was stretching her out to match its shape.
No longer having to hold back her moans, the changing room was quickly filled with her cries of passion as she let the shinigami do as she pleased. The thrill of almost being caught had lit a fire inside of her, and Orihime wanted nothing more than to have her insides pumped full of copious amounts of jizz.
“How did it feel to do it right in front of that idiot? If only he knew what a slut you really were, Orihime,” ridiculing the ginger as she slammed her hips against her fat ass over and over, Rukia was having the time of her life as she had given into her own twisted desire to potentially ruin someone’s relationship.
She understood that it was wrong, but she was a slave to her own lust at this point in time, and she was desperately hoping to bathe in the euphoric pleasure once again. She had almost blown her load when Ichigo was still on the other side of the curtain, but she had somehow managed to keep it cool.
After all, she didn’t want that idiot to learn of her secret, let alone catch them.
Furiously pounding away at Orihime’s behind like her life depended on it, Rukia could feel her orgasm creeping up on her. She knew that it was going to be intense, that it was going to put her previous loads to shame, and she was more than happy to pump the slut full of scorching hot seed.
“I-I’m cumming inside, Orihime!!” Rukia roared out, her voice echoing throughout the changing room and out into the stall. Thankfully, the music playing in the store drowned her out, otherwise she would have undoubtedly alerted everyone as to what was going on behind the closed curtain.
Squealing deliriously, Orihime grinded her butt against the shinigami’s crotch as her pussy began to gush once again. The feeling of jizz erupting inside of her had sent her over the edge, and it felt so fulfilling to get off while her boyfriend was none the wiser as to what was going on.
She could feel it flooding inside of her womb, filing her up at an alarming rate with no signs of slowing down. Orihime could feel the molten hot cum swirling around inside of her, a good portion of it trapped in the deepest parts of her womanhood, and she couldn’t help but to think that she would never experience such bliss with her boyfriend.
Rukia’s dick was almost three times the size of Ichigo’s after all, and she came so much more than he did. It was wrong of her to keep comparing them, but after getting a taste of what she believed to be the biggest cock imaginable, she had become hooked on it. She knew that she wasn’t going to stop thinking about it, and the thought made her shudder.
Wiping a bead of sweat from her brow, Rukia kept still as she basked in the glory of having just dumped the fattest load inside of such a bombshell. She was gasping for air, and unbeknownst to her, her partner’s belly wasn’t as slim as it normally was. In fact, it was protruding as if she had a baby bump.
“T-That was the best. Come on, Orihime, that idiot will be back any minute now. And you know that he’s going to storm in here if you aren’t ready to greet him,” the black-haired girl was quite proud of herself for having gone with the flow and embraced the lust-crazed madness. She was starting to calm down now, and her rationality was slowly being restored.
Nodding her head, Orihime was in a daze as she struggled to straighten herself up. Sweat was dripping down her voluptuous body, and she reeked of the pungent aroma of sex. She let out a groan as she felt the huge cock slowly start to pull out of her filled pussy, and she couldn’t help but to feel incomplete as they separated from one another.
Placing a hand against one of the walls for support, Orihime took a few moments to catch her breath, all the while watching out of the corner of her eye as Rukia put her bikini bottoms back on and left the changing room, but not before giving her partner’s ass a swift spanking, almost as if she was trying to leave a mark.
Letting out a shriek, the fatigued ginger was already starting to feel lonely now that she had the stall all to herself. Taking several deep breaths in order to calm herself, she knew that she had two options; to put her clothes back on, or to try and fit inside of that awfully small white swimsuit in order to please her boyfriend.
Against her better judgement, Orihime went with the latter of the two, knowing very well how difficult of a task it was going to be to put that bikini top back on. Picking up the discarded articles of swimwear, she pulled the bottoms up her long legs, squirming as she could feel semen leaking out of her battered pussy.
It was a struggle, but Orihime just barely managed to get the bikini top on properly, having feared that it would break under the pressure. It felt like a tight fit on her, but she was relieved that she could now present herself to her boyfriend and hopefully ease all of his worries. After all, she owed him a huge apology after what just happened.
But there was just one small problem.
Examining her reflection in the mirror to make sure that the swimsuit looked good on her, she noticed that her stomach seemed to stick out more than it used to. She hadn’t the faintest idea what the cause may be, but as she reached down to squeeze her bloated belly, the feeling of semen swirling around inside of her womb made her tremble.
“Orihime? I’m back, and I brought you some water.”
The voice sent a shiver down her spine and almost made her jump on the spot. Tensing up, Orihime reluctantly pulled open the curtain, embarrassed at how revealing the bikini was. She was red in the face and fidgeting as she couldn’t bring herself to look the tall boy in the eye, not after all she had done behind his back.
“H-How do I look, Ichigo..?” Orihime stuttered out, placing her hands behind her back in order to make her chest stand out more than it already did. She was half tempted to rush back inside of the changing room, as she felt like she was going to die of embarrassment any moment now, but she refrained due to her guilt.
Ichigo’s jaw dropped as he could hardly believe his eyes. Right in front of him was a bombshell wearing a plain white bikini, one that flaunted her assets and made her look even more erotic than she already did. He was in awe, but he knew that his prolonged silence would only make things worse.
Taking a deep breath, Ichigo gathered his thoughts as he leered at his girlfriend, already planning on asking her to wear the swimsuit for him in the bedroom. Clearing his throat, he proclaimed, “I-It looks amazing on you. Really, you look hot. It’s so sexy that I almost don’t want you to wear it in front of others.”
Blushing over the compliments, Orihime was grateful that he was being honest with her, that he didn’t seem to notice all of the signs that she had just had sex inside of the changing room just mere moments ago. She averted her gaze, keeping an eye out to see if she could spot the absent shinigami.
“Um.. Maybe you should try and lose a little weight before we head to the beach?” Ichigo mindlessly blurted out, having noticed that his girlfriend’s belly appeared more prominent than normal. He didn’t want to come out and say that she was fat, but it was clear to him that she had put on a bit of weight.
Orihime was speechless as she processed those words that had just been uttered. She was frustrated over having her weight being brought up so carelessly, that he had the gall to imply that she was fat. Scoffing, she stormed inside of the changing room and pulled the curtain closed behind her, not daring to say a word.
It took a moment for Ichigo to realise what he had done, that he had just ruined things and was the reason why Orihime was now in a bad mood. He could only blame himself for not thinking things through, for being so awestruck after seeing her wear a bikini that he didn’t catch himself before he said something stupid.
“Smooth move, you idiot. Way to go.”
The unimpressed and ridiculing voice from behind made Ichigo glance back over his shoulder to see an all too familiar face glaring up at him. He could only sigh as he didn’t have it in him to fight back for once, having accepted that he had messed things up. He could only hope that he could make it up to Orihime by taking her out to dinner.
And maybe if he played his cards right, they would end up having sex afterwards. Just the thought alone made him all too eager to make it a reality, and the ignorant ginger was already pumped up and ready to make amends with his frustrated girlfriend. She never stayed mad for long after all.
If only he knew that Orihime had gotten a taste of what real satisfaction was like, that she had been fucked senseless right behind his back.