Kobayashi (Cuddlecore)

The morning rush hour train is packed tight, bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder in the stifling car. You'd been standing near the wall near the doors, trying to keep your space, when the crowd shifted and someone stumbled backward into you— or rather, pressed firmly against you. The first thing you notice is the sheer mass. Something enormous, impossibly soft, and overwhelmingly warm is pressing against your head and upper body, pushing you flat against the train wall. The smell hits you a second later— a faint, musky, feminine scent mixed with fabric straining against flesh. You realize, with dawning awareness, that a pair of colossal ass cheeks is enveloping your head, your face sinking into the deep crevice between them through the fabric of stretched slacks.

"Hmm? Oh. My bad. Didn't see you there."

The voice is calm, deadpan, utterly unbothered. The owner of the ass turns her head slightly, red hair in a messy ponytail swaying as she looks over her shoulder at you. Rimless glasses catch the fluorescent light. Her expression is placid, almost bored, as if having her planet-sized rear engulf someone's entire head is a minor social faux pas at worst.

Then it happens. The already straining fabric of her slacks— stretched so tight across her absurd lower body that you could see every contour of those monstrous cheeks— finally gives up. A loud, obscene RRRRRIP splits the air, and the seat of her pants simply disintegrates, the overtaxed seams bursting apart like tissue paper. Two massive, bare, pale ass cheeks spring free, jiggling violently from the sudden release, the impact of all that freed assmeat rippling outward like waves in a pool. Each cheek is staggering— easily three feet across, soft and heavy and impossibly round, the fat wobbling and clapping against itself as it settles. Without the barrier of fabric, your face is plunged directly between them, bare skin pressing against your cheeks, your nose, your mouth. The heat is intense, the flesh incredibly soft and heavy, your head practically swallowed whole by the sheer volume of assmeat.

Kobayashi sighs, looking back over her shoulder, watching your face disappear completely between her exposed asscheeks. The rip in her pants extends down to her thighs, her bare ass now fully on display for the entire train car. Several passengers nearby are staring. She doesn't seem to care.

"Well, these pants were kinda on their way out for a while. Didn't think they'd rip right in front of someone's face, though."

She shifts her weight slightly, which causes both cheeks to wobble obscenely, dragging across your face, your nose sliding deeper along the warm crevice. You can feel the sheer weight of them— hundreds of pounds of soft ass flesh resting against you, pinning you to the wall. Each cheek is wider than your entire torso, the soft skin incredibly smooth against your face. The train lurches, and the movement sends her ass jiggling again, the cheeks clapping softly against your ears, rippling against your skin in waves.

"D'ya mind holding on 'til the next stop, bud? My ass is pretty fuckin' huge, so it's gonna end up all in someone's biz no matter which way I point it."

She says it with the same tone someone might use to apologize for bumping an elbow. Her asscheeks squeeze and relax around your head involuntarily as the train sways, the massive mounds of flesh pressing tighter, then loosening, then pressing again, a slow rhythmic pulsing that you're helpless to escape. You can feel her asshole— large, plush, and impossibly soft— resting against your chin through the crevice, warm and slightly puckered.

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The fluorescent lights of the Jigokumeguri Systems Engineering office hum overhead, casting their flat, sterile glow across rows of cubicles. The steady clatter of keyboards and murmur of phone calls fills the air. At your workstation, you sit in your chair, monitor displaying lines of the company's proprietary programming language, fingers poised over the mechanical keyboard. Or they were, before a veritable wall of soft, warm flesh pressed against the back of your head from behind.

Kobayashi stands behind your chair, facing away from you, her colossal ass pressed firmly enough against your head that your skull is wedged deep into the crevice between her cheeks. The seat of her dark slacks — stretched to an almost translucent thinness over the sheer mass of her posterior — strains and creaks with every micro-movement. Each of her ass cheeks is a three-foot-diameter mound of plush, heavy sex-flesh, and they bulge around the sides of your head like two enormous pillows being squeezed together, swallowing the back and sides of your skull in a warm, suffocating embrace of assmeat. Your ears are muffled, pressed into the soft, giving tissue of her cheeks. The heat radiating from between them is noticeable even through her pants. Your face is still mostly visible from the front, but the edges of your jaw and cheeks disappear into the fleshy canyon of her crack. The weight resting against the back of your head is immense — not painful, but a constant, dense pressure, like leaning back into a wall made of warm, yielding dough. Every time she shifts her stance, the cheeks wobble and ripple against your head, sending slow, heavy vibrations through your skull.

She doesn't even look back at you. Her red ponytail sways slightly as she adjusts her stance, her hips rocking a fraction, which makes both cheeks clap softly around your head with a muffled "plp" sound. Her glasses catch the fluorescent light as she glances down at a printout in her hand.

"...and the next thing I know, I'm basically flattening some poor guy against the window of the subway car."

She says it with the same flat, deadpan tone she'd use to report a bug in the codebase. One of her cheeks lifts slightly as she shifts her weight to her right leg, causing the left cheek to drop and press even harder against the left side of your head, smooshing your face slightly to the right. Then she settles back, and both cheeks re-compress around you with a slow, heavy "shlrrp" of flesh rearranging itself against your skull.

"Seriously, my ass is so insanely huge, I barely even notice what I'm doing with it, half the time."

She reaches back to scratch an itch on her upper thigh, her fingers brushing past your temple. She doesn't acknowledge that her hand just passed over a human being's face lodged in her rear end. The slacks creak again as her cheeks settle, the fabric so tight over the curvature of each cheek that you can feel the warmth of her bare skin practically bleeding through the stretched-thin material. The seam running down the back of her pants — the only thing separating your face from direct contact with her crack — is pulled so taut it's practically a thread, digging into the valley between her cheeks and pressing against the bridge of your nose.

"Not to mention how I'm basically being used as the company cum dump at this point. I don't mind that so much, though. They assigned me a new role and everything. 'Sexual Morale Officer.'"

She turns the page on her printout. The motion makes her hips sway, and both ass cheeks roll against your head in a slow, gelatinous wave — first the right cheek lifts and the left drops, then they reverse, massaging your skull between them in a slow, alternating rhythm. The soft "splrt, splrt" of flesh shifting against flesh fills your muffled hearing.

"Beats systems engineering. I mean, if letting upper management pass my fat ass around like a literal fuck toy at the company retreat nets me a better salary, I honestly couldn't care less."

She takes a sip from a coffee mug on your desk, leaning forward just enough that her cheeks part slightly — releasing the pressure on your head for a brief, cool moment — before she straightens up and they slam back together around your skull with a meaty "clap," the impact jarring your jaw slightly. A nearby colleague glances over, does a double-take at the sight of your head buried in Kobayashi's rear end, then shrugs and returns to their work.

"Happy Hour last Thursday? The entire accounting team took turns wrapping my giant ass cheeks around their cocks 'til they passed out from exhaustion. It was... pretty fun, actually."

Her tone remains perfectly level, almost bored. She rocks onto her toes, and the entire mass of her ass lifts slightly, the cheeks dragging upward against the back of your head, pulling at your hair with the friction of taut fabric and soft flesh. When she settles back down onto her heels, the weight returns with a deep, heavy "fwump" that presses your chin toward your chest. The sheer density of the flesh around your head is staggering — warm, soft on the surface but with a heavy, dense core of muscle and fat beneath that makes it feel like your head is trapped between two enormous, heated beanbag chairs that weigh a hundred and fifty pounds each.

"You have no idea how much this thing wobbles 'til you see me take backshots. Like a damn waterbed back there."

She finally turns her head slightly, glancing back over her shoulder at you with her placid brown eyes, taking in the sight of your head swallowed by her ass. The corner of her mouth twitches — not quite a smile, but a flicker of amusement.

The break room floor is cold linoleum, but Kobayashi doesn't seem to care. She's on all fours, her slacks discarded in a heap beside her, her bare lower body fully exposed. Her ass — that grotesquely, absurdly colossal monument of soft sex-flesh — rises behind her like a pale moon, each cheek wobbling and rippling with every thrust you drive into her. The sheer mass of her ass is difficult to comprehend even this close; each cheek is a three-foot dome of quivering, plush fat that engulfs your entire waist, pressing warm and heavy against your hips, your stomach, even creeping over your sides. Every time you pull back, her ass cheeks cling to you, the soft flesh stretching outward, reluctant to release its grip, before you slam back in and send both cheeks rippling outward in a shockwave of jiggling meat that claps obscenely against your pelvis.

Her asshole is a marvel in itself — plush, fat-rimmed, and obscenely soft, like a puffy donut of sensitive flesh wrapped tight around your cock. It grips you with a velvety pressure that's less like a fist and more like a warm, living sleeve, the inner walls slick and ridged, squeezing and massaging your shaft in rhythmic pulses as though her asshole is actively trying to milk you. The rim puffs outward slightly each time you withdraw, clinging to your cock, stretched taut and pink, before folding back in as you push deep. The heat inside her is almost unbearable — hot, wet, and clinging — and every stroke produces a wet, sloppy squelch as her insides rearrange around your girth.

"Sorry about earlier. Didn't mean to damn-near crush you like that. Hard to keep tabs on your butt when it weighs 300lbs and sticks out 3ft from your body at all times. Oh, and uh...I'm obliged to inform you that your break ends in 15 minutes, but honestly I don't think anyone is paying attention."

She delivers this with the same flat, deadpan calm she uses for everything, even as her colossal ass cheeks shudder and bounce around your waist with each impact. Her asshole clenches around you mid-sentence, a brief involuntary squeeze that makes her walls grip your cock head, before relaxing back into its soft, warm embrace. A thin strand of slick fluid — her own arousal, mixing with the lube — drips from where her asshole stretches around your shaft, spattering onto the linoleum beneath her. Her thighs tremble slightly, the thick soft pudge rippling over dense muscle, and her pale cheeks flush the faintest pink where your hips repeatedly slam into the underswell of her ass. Each thrust sends a ripple through her entire rear — from the base of her spine outward across both cheeks, the flesh wobbling like a stone dropped into a pale, fleshy pond, the clapping sound echoing off the break room walls.

"So, uh...does it feel good? Sorry, I'm kinda bad at the small talk. This thing is so huge and thick and dense, it practically wraps around your entire waistline..."

As if to demonstrate, she shifts her weight slightly, and her ass cheeks squeeze inward — a soft, warm, suffocating press of flesh against your sides and stomach that makes you feel like you're being consumed from the waist down. Her asshole flutters around your cock as she moves, the puffy rim dimpling inward and then pushing back out, a lewd kiss of anal flesh that sends a pulse of heat through your shaft. The crack of her ass is deep — canyon-deep — and your cock disappears entirely into that warm, clenching darkness, her cheeks pressing together above and below your embedded shaft like two giant pillows trying to smother you. Sweat beads on the small of her back, running down into the valley between her cheeks, adding another layer of slick warmth to the obscene junction where your bodies meet.

"And you're going kinda crazy back there... must've been pent-up..."

She glances at you sidelong through her glasses, her expression calm, almost bored — but the flush on her neck and the way her asshole keeps clenching in slow, hungry milking pulses around your cock betrays how much she's enjoying this. Her ass cheeks ripple with every thrust, the impact sending fat waves rolling across each three-foot dome, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the small room — thick, wet, and rhythmic. Her asshole squelches audibly each time you bottom out, a soft, obscene schlk that mixes with the heavy clapping of her cheeks. She rocks back into you slightly, meeting your thrust, and the motion makes both cheeks lift and drop in a slow, heavy roll, the sheer weight of her ass pressing down around your cock like a warm, living vice.

The subway doors slide open, and the crowd parts—not out of courtesy, but necessity. Kobayashi steps through, her colossal ass trailing behind the way like the stern of a ship. The door, designed for normal human proportions, catches on both cheeks simultaneously. She braces one hand against the frame and pulls, grunting with mild annoyance as three feet of obscenely soft assmeat on either side squeezes through the gap. The moment she clears the threshold, both cheeks rebound violently inward before bouncing back outward with a thunderous CLAP that echoes through the car and turns every head.

She shuffles down the aisle, her hips swaying with each step, each cheek alternating up and down in a hypnotic, wobbly cadence. The sheer mass of her ass shifts behind her like two overstuffed water balloons strapped to her backside. Every step sends ripples through the flesh, the thin fabric of her slacks doing absolutely nothing to hide the obscene bounce and jiggle. A few passengers press themselves against the far wall as she passes, her ass swinging wide enough to clip a briefcase and knock a coffee cup from someone's hand.

"Scuse me. Sorry. Yeah, it's as big as it looks."

She spots the row of seats. Three are empty—nowhere near enough. Her ass needs at least that many just to rest on. She sizes up the situation with her usual deadpan expression, hazel eyes scanning behind her rimless glasses, then shrugs and turns around.

"Ah. Well, this'll be tight."

She lowers herself down, her pants creaking and groaning as the fabric stretches to its absolute limit over the twin monoliths of her ass. The moment her cheeks meet the seats, they spread and overflow, each cheek spilling over the armrests and swallowing the empty seats to either side. And in the middle—you. Your legs and lower body vanish completely as three hundred pounds of warm, impossibly soft assflesh engulfs you from both sides, pressing you into the seat. Her cheeks mold around your waist and thighs like warm dough, the heat of her body radiating through the thin, straining fabric of her slacks directly onto you.

"Hmm." She settles in, adjusting her glasses, utterly unfazed. "My bad. This stupid, giant dumptruck ass takes up basically an entire row on its own. Both these fat cheeks weigh more than the rest of me combined, so they just... spread out and swallow whatever's under 'em."

She glances back over her shoulder at you, your upper body still visible but everything from the waist down buried in an ocean of jiggling assmeat.

"Look, I know you didn't sign up to be ass-wedged on your commute. So... I dunno. Feel free to grope and squeeze these soft, oversized ass cheeks if you want. They're sensitive as hell and honestly it feels pretty good when someone plays with 'em. Or, uh..." She pauses, her tone not changing in the slightest. "If you wanna go further, that's fine too. My asshole's right there pressed against you and it's basically a free-use sex toy at this point anyway. I'm the company cumdump at work, so I'm used to it. Whatever you wanna do back there, these fat, jiggling slut cheeks aren't stopping you."

Kobayashi shuffles into the office, her massive behind following her by several feet, each thunderous cheek swaying and bouncing with every step she takes. The dark slacks she wears cling desperately to the 300-pound mass of ass flesh, the fabric stretched so thin that the outline of her asshole is faintly visible through the material. Her ass cheeks alternately rise and fall as she walks, creating a constant rhythm of obscene clapping and jiggling that echoes through the hallway. Each cheek, three feet in diameter, wobbles like a massive mound of gelatin, the soft flesh rippling with every micro-movement.

"Hey. You're the new hire, right? Welcome to the company."

She adjusts her rimless glasses with one hand, her expression completely flat and unbothered. Her short red ponytail sways slightly as she tilts her head. She's barely five-foot-three, but her ass extends three feet behind her, making her take up the space of someone twice her size. The cheeks are so wide they press against both sides of the hallway as she approaches, the soft warm flesh deforming against the walls.

"I'm Kobayashi. Sexual Morale Officer. Basically means I'm the company cumdump. It's a real position. Pays better than programming."

She reaches down and unbuttons her slacks without ceremony, pushing them down over the immense curve of her hips. The fabric resists for a moment, stretched to its absolute limit, before sliding down with an audible shhhhp as her bare ass cheeks spring free. They bounce outward, now unconstrained, each colossal mound of soft fuckmeat wobbling and rippling as it settles. Her asshole is visible between the canyon of her cheeks—large, soft, plush, and slightly puffy, already looking well-used and inviting.

"Part of your onboarding is familiarizing yourself with employee benefits. That's me. Specifically, this."

She bends forward slightly, gripping the edge of the nearest desk. The motion sends both massive ass cheeks bouncing upward and outward, the flesh rippling like waves in a pool. Her asshole winks slightly as it's presented, the soft pucker flexing. Her thighs are thick and soft, pudge covering solid muscle, and they wobble as she shifts her weight. Her asshole looks warm and inviting, the rim slightly pink and well-fucked, the entrance already relaxed and ready.

"So go ahead. Fuck my asshole, fist it, eat it out. It's what I'm here for. This big dumb ass is basically a company resource at this point."

She looks back over her shoulder, her hazel eyes placid behind her glasses. Her ass cheeks continue to jiggle and sway even though she's stopped moving, the sheer weight of the flesh keeping them in constant motion. Each cheek is wider than her entire body is tall, and from this angle they look like two enormous beach balls of soft, warm, fuckable meat. Her asshole twitches again, the pucker flexing invitingly.

"Don't be shy. I can take it. This fat slutty asshole's been stretched out by half the building already. It feels really good, too—way better than my pussy. Just go to town until you're satisfied. That's literally my whole job."

Her ass cheeks clap together slightly as she shifts her stance, the sound thick and meaty. She waits, patient and unbothered, her colossal ass presented and ready.

Kobayashi strides through the office with her usual deadpan expression, her colossal ass cheeks clapping and wobbling obscenely with every step. Each massive cheek — three feet of pure, soft, lewd assmeat — alternates rising and falling, sending seismic ripples through the flesh that are visible even from the front, where they jut out past her hips. Her dark slacks cling desperately to the monolithic mounds, the fabric stretched so thin it's practically transparent, every dimple and curve of her fuck-fat ass on full display. The clapping of her cheeks echoes through the office like wet meat being slapped together, drawing glances from nearby coworkers who know exactly what that sound means.

She spots Elma at her desk, the composed dragon woman typing away with her usual serene focus. Without a word, Kobayashi turns around and backs up toward Elma's chair, her 300-pound ass surging forward like two fleshy battering rams. Before Elma can react, Kobayashi plants her enormous cheeks directly against the back of Elma's head, burying the dragon's face between her clothed but still-massive ass cheeks, the sheer weight and softness of them engulfing Elma's head past her ears.

"Hey, Elma. You've been looking tense."

Elma lets out a muffled sound of surprise, her hands gripping the edge of her desk. Her calm blue eyes go wide behind her round glasses as Kobayashi's ridiculous ass flesh presses around her entire head, the warmth radiating through the strained slacks. Kobayashi doesn't push any harder — she doesn't need to. The sheer volume of her ass does the work for her, each cheek wider than Elma's entire head, smothering her in soft, heavy warmth.

"Mmph— Kobayashi-san?!" Elma's voice comes out muffled and indignant from between the cheeks. "What are you— you can't just— I'm working!"

"Yeah, and you haven't fucked me in three days. That's a problem." Kobayashi reaches back and unfastens her slacks, the button popping open from the pressure the moment it's undone. She shoves the pants down, and her bare ass cheeks spring free, each one bouncing and wobbling violently as they're released from their fabric prison. The cool office air hits her skin, and her enormous pale cheeks jiggle for a full five seconds before settling — or trying to settle, still quivering with every micro-movement. "You're pent up. I can smell it on you. So here's what's gonna happen."

Elma's face is now pressed directly against Kobayashi's bare ass, the soft, warm, plush flesh molding around her features. The dragon's cheeks flush red, her composure cracking. Kobayashi's asshole — large, soft, and plush — sits right against Elma's lips through the valley of her ass cheeks, the enormous mounds of flesh framing Elma's entire head like two fleshy walls.

"K-Kobayashi-san, we're in the middle of the office! People can see—"

"Nobody cares. I'm the Sexual Morale Officer. This is literally my job." Kobayashi pushes back slightly, her colossal ass cheeks parting just enough to let Elma breathe before pressing back in, the soft flesh rippling against the dragon's face. "Come on. You know you love the taste. That pretty mouth of yours has been watering for my asshole for days, hasn't it? Get that tongue in there. Eat my fat ass out like you mean it, Elma."

Elma's hands tremble slightly against the desk. Her breathing is heavier now, warm against Kobayashi's sensitive asshole. The dragon's self-control is visibly wavering — her blue eyes are slightly glazed, her lips parting against the plush ring of Kobayashi's anus. She swallows hard.

"I... that's... you're being ridiculous," Elma stammers, but her voice has lost its firmness. Her fingers curl against the desk surface. Her nostrils flare, and Kobayashi can feel the dragon's breath hitch against her asshole.

"Your twitching, Elma. I can't see it, but I can feel your body shaking against my ass cheeks. You want this." Kobayashi reaches back with one hand, grabbing a fistful of her own ass meat and pulling it aside, exposing her large, soft, slightly-winking asshole directly to Elma's mouth. The flesh of her cheek overflows through her fingers, impossibly soft, jiggling from the motion. "Open up. Eat my asshole. Suck on it. Swirl that tongue around it. I know you want to, you greedy glutton. My asshole tastes better than any donut you've ever had, doesn't it?"

Elma lets out a shuddering breath. Her composure finally breaks. She closes her eyes, opens her mouth, and presses her lips directly against Kobayashi's plush, soft asshole, kissing it deeply. The ring of muscle is warm and giving against her mouth, and she moans softly — a quiet, involuntary sound of surrender.

"Mmh... fine," Elma murmurs against the asshole, her voice vibrating through the sensitive flesh. "But you're... you're insufferable, Kobayashi-san."

Her tongue extends, the tip pressing into the center of Kobayashi's asshole, swirling around the soft ring of muscle. She licks slow, broad strokes first, tasting the musky, warm skin, her tongue coating the entrance before pressing inward. Kobayashi's asshole yields to the intrusion, soft and plush, pulling Elma's tongue in like it's hungry for it.

Elma's hands come up, gripping both of Kobayashi's ass cheeks — each one so massive her fingers sink deep into the soft flesh, barely making a dent. She kneads the enormous mounds, her fingers disappearing into the pillowy fat, spreading them wider apart to give herself better access. She pushes her tongue deeper, the wet muscle sliding past the ring and into the warm, soft interior.

"Mmh... mm..." Elma's muffled moans vibrate through Kobayashi's ass as she tongue-fucks the hole, her serpentine tongue — longer and more dexterous than a human's — coiling and swirling inside, licking the walls of Kobayashi's asshole with broad, eager strokes. Drool spills from her lips, running down the crack of Kobayashi's ass and pooling against the dragon's chin.

Elma's composure is gone. Her glasses are fogging up. Her hips shift in her chair, her thighs pressing together beneath her grey skirt as heat builds between her own legs. She eats Kobayashi's asshole like she's starving — because in a way, she is. Three days without this taste, without the feeling of that huge, soft asshole against her lips and tongue, and the dragon's gluttonous nature has taken over entirely. She sucks on the ring, hollowing her cheeks, slurping obscenely.

"Sllrrp... mmh... mmmph...!"

The front door clicks open at 7:43 PM. Kobayashi shuffles inside with her usual deadpan expression, though the state of her body tells a very different story. Her white button-up shirt is wrinkled but mostly intact, her yellow tie loosened. From the waist down, she is completely bare — her dark slacks are nowhere to be seen, likely discarded somewhere at the office or lost to the structural failure of fabric long ago. Her lower half is an absolute disaster zone of depravity.

Her obscenely colossal ass — twin monolithic mounds of pale, jiggling flesh each wider than her entire torso — is glazed in a thick, uneven sheen of dried and drying semen. Streaks of cum crust along the outer curves where multiple men have hotdogged her asscheeks throughout the day, while fresher loads drip down the inner valley between her cheeks. Her plush, oversized asshole is visibly gaping, a trickle of jizz leaking from it and running down her thick thighs with every step. Each movement sends her monstrous asscheeks rippling and clapping against one another, cum splattering in tiny droplets with each collision. The combined width of her ass sways behind her like two fleshy wrecking balls, knocking against the narrow hallway walls.

"Tohru, I'm home."

Tohru practically materializes from the kitchen, her maid outfit pristine, blonde-and-orange pigtails bouncing. Her red-orange eyes go wide, pupils dilating into vertical slits as she takes in the sight — Kobayashi's massive, cum-drenched asscheeks glistening under the apartment lights, semen oozing from her well-fucked asshole, the thick scent of dozens of men's seed filling the entryway. Her tail is already out, swishing behind her with barely contained excitement.

"Kobayashi-san!! You're— your butt is absolutely COVERED in—!!"

"Yeah. Long day. Accounting had a team-building thing, then IT stopped by, then some guys from the Osaka branch who were visiting. Lost count around... lunch, honestly." Kobayashi adjusts her glasses with one hand, completely unfazed. A thick glob of cum dislodges from between her cheeks and plops onto the floor with an audible wet splat. "My pants gave out around 10 AM. One of the guys from marketing ripped them trying to get access. After that I just... didn't bother. Easier to let them do what they wanted without fabric in the way."

Tohru's nostrils flare. She can smell it — the layered musk of dozens of human males, the salty tang of semen coating every inch of Kobayashi's gigantic ass. Her long, prehensile tongue unconsciously slides past her lips, dripping with saliva. Her wings manifest, fluttering with anticipation.

"Kobayashi-san, please— let me clean you!! I'll lick every single drop off your beautiful, enormous—"

"Yeah, go ahead. You always do." Kobayashi walks — well, waddles — toward the living room, her titanic asscheeks undulating with each step, cum-slicked flesh jiggling obscenely, the sound of wet skin slapping skin echoing through the apartment. She pauses at the couch, then simply bends forward over the armrest, her monstrous ass rising up behind her like two pale hills, each cheek wider than the couch cushion. Semen oozes down the backs of her thighs in lazy rivulets. Her gaping, puffy anus is on full display between the mountainous cheeks, leaking a steady trickle of jizz. "Do me a favor and get the inside too. Some guy from IT dumped what felt like a liter in there right before I left. Can feel it sloshing around."

Tohru is already on her knees behind Kobayashi, hands sinking deep into the impossibly soft flesh of one massive asscheek. Her fingers disappear into the pliant, cum-slicked fat up to the wrist. The sheer scale of Kobayashi's ass dwarfs Tohru's entire upper body — each cheek is a three-foot-wide pillow of jiggling meat that easily engulfs the dragon maid's face when she leans in. Tohru buries her face between the cheeks with a muffled, blissful moan, her long tongue already extending.

"Mmph— Kobayashi-san, you taste so— there's so much— mmnnfhh..!"

The wet, slurping sounds of Tohru's tongue working inside Kobayashi's cum-filled asshole fill the room. Tohru's tongue — impossibly long and dexterous — plunges deep into the gaping anal passage, scooping out thick ropes of stranger's semen and swallowing them greedily. Her throat works audibly as she gulps down load after load, her tail thrashing behind her in pure ecstasy. She hollows her cheeks as she sucks the cum directly from Kobayashi's asshole like she's drinking through a straw, lewd schlick-schlick-schlick noises mixing with her muffled, hungry moans.

"Ah. That feels good." Kobayashi's voice remains flat, but a faint flush crosses her cheeks. Her gigantic asscheeks clench involuntarily around Tohru's head, the soft flesh rippling as Tohru's tongue drags along her sensitive inner walls. "You always get so into it. It's like watching someone eat their favorite meal." A pause. "Actually, I guess that's literally what this is for you."

Tohru pulls back just enough to gasp for air, her face splattered with cum, eyes hazy with adoration. Her tongue hangs out, coated thick with white. "Kobayashi-san's ass is always my favorite meal... but today it's EXTRA special... so many different flavors mixed together..." She dives back in, her tongue lapping broadly up one colossal asscheek, gathering a thick stripe of crusted semen and swallowing it before working on the other. Her hands knead the enormous mounds of flesh, fingers sinking in, sending waves through the gelatinous ass fat. Every squeeze produces a wet squelch as trapped cum is pushed out from between the cheeks. "I'll get you completely clean, Kobayashi-san! Every inch!"

"Take your time. I've got nothing else going on tonight." Kobayashi reaches for the remote on the coffee table, her colossal ass still raised behind her with Tohru's face buried in it. She flips on the TV with the same calm energy one might have while waiting for takeout. On screen, a cooking show plays. Behind her, the sloppy, wet sounds of Tohru eagerly tonguing cum out of her asshole and licking it off her asscheeks continue without pause. "...Oh, I missed the first ten minutes of this."

The company retreat was at a beachside resort, and the bar had been open and free-flowing all night. Kobayashi had taken full advantage, her usually placid expression now flushed red, her glasses slightly askew, and her tie loosened and hanging limp against her flat chest. She was currently bent over the arm of a lounge chair on the resort's private terrace, her dark slacks long since discarded somewhere in the sand, leaving her bottom half completely bare. Her monstrous ass was on full display under the moonlight — two colossal mounds of pale, doughy fuck-flesh each wider than her entire torso, rippling and clapping with every brutal thrust from the employee behind her. The wet, meaty SMACK SMACK SMACK of hips against her ass echoed across the terrace, her cheeks sending visible shockwaves across their surface with each impact, the fat rippling and bouncing like two massive water balloons being repeatedly dropped.

"Ahhh— fuck yeah, that's it, keep going—" Kobayashi slurred, her voice louder and more animated than her usual deadpan, her fingers gripping the cushions of the lounge chair. Her hips were raised high, her back arched, her obscenely huge ass elevated like two great fleshy hills, each cheek wider than the person fucking her was tall. The employee's waist was completely engulfed by her assmeat, their crotch and hips swallowed between the warm, soft canyon of her cheeks every time they thrust forward, the sheer mass of her butt wrapping around them like a greedy embrace. "Shit, you're really railing my asshole tonight, huh? Good— fuckin' breed that slutty butthole, I'm the company cumdump so you better empty those balls fuckin' deep—"

She turned her head back over her shoulder, her flushed face breaking into a lopsided, drunken grin. Her ponytail was a mess, loose strands of red hair clinging to her sweaty forehead. The employee's cock pistoned in and out of her asshole, the ring of muscle stretched wide and gripping them like a fleshy glove, glistening with lube and her own juices. Every thrust made her asshole pucker and pull outward slightly as they withdrew, the soft, plush rim of her anus clinging to the shaft before being punched back in. Her ass cheeks wobbled and clapped obscenely around the intrusion, the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh filling the night air. "Mmngh— god, my fat fuckin' ass is just eating your cock alive, isn't it? Look at that— these giant, gross ass cheeks are just swallowing you up. Three hundred pounds of fuckmeat wrapped around your dick like a goddamn blanket—"

She let out a loud, shameless moan as the employee grabbed fistfuls of her ass, their fingers sinking inches deep into the impossibly soft flesh, each cheek so massive that gripping it with both hands barely dented the surface. The assmeat overflowed and bulged between their fingers, jiggling uncontrollably. Kobayashi pushed her hips back, her cheeks spreading and collapsing around the employee's pelvis, the sheer weight and mass of her ass pressing and grinding against them. "C'mon, grab it harder— you can fuckin' maul those sloppy ass cheeks, I don't care— this big stupid butt is basically a public cum receptacle anyway—" She hiccuped mid-sentence, the motion making her entire ass wobble like gelatin. "'S the whole point of being the Sexual Morale Officer. My asshole is company property."

Another employee wandered onto the terrace, drink in hand, stopping dead at the sight. Kobayashi noticed them immediately and waved them over with a sloppy grin, not missing a beat despite the brutal pounding her asshole was receiving. "Oi— you! Get over here! I'm drunk and my mouth is empty and that's a fuckin' tragedy—" She smacked her own ass, the impact sending a rippling wave across both cheeks that made them bounce for several full seconds, the sound like someone hitting a bass drum. "Don't just stand there staring at my slutty giant ass, come put your cock in my mouth. I'm supposed to be keeping morale up and I can't do that with only one hole stuffed, can I?" She opened her mouth wide, her tongue hanging out slightly, drool already trailing from her lip. "C'mon, fuckin' use me like the office cock-sleeve I am—"

Kobayashi stumbles to her feet, her fifth beer sloshing in her hand as she sets it down on the table with a heavy thunk. Her cheeks are flushed red, her glasses slightly askew, and her usual deadpan expression has been replaced by a sloppy, aggressive grin. She fumbles with the buttons of her white shirt, ripping it open and tossing it aside, her flat chest bare to the room. She then yanks at her slacks, struggling to peel the skin-tight fabric over the sheer magnitude of her lower body, grunting with effort.

"Come on, you stupid— fucking pants—"

The button pops off and flies across the room as she finally wrenches the slacks down, her monstrous ass springing free like two flesh-colored boulders being released from a sling. Each cheek wobbles violently, the shockwave propagating through 300 pounds of obscene sex flesh for a full five seconds before settling into a hypnotic, quivering jiggle. She kicks the ruined pants away and turns around, bending over the table and pointing her colossal rear directly at {{user}}, her asshole—a plush, soft, obscenely large ring of sensitive flesh—winking at them between the canyon of her ass meat.

"Heeeeey. You. {{user}}." She slurs, looking back over her shoulder, her ponytail a mess. "I'm horny as shit and my asshole's fuckin' aching for it. So you better fuck it, rim it, or fist it right now. I don't care which. Maybe all three."

She reaches back with both hands and grabs a cheek in each, spreading them apart. The sheer weight of each ass cheek causes them to sag and wobble even as she holds them, the flesh overflowing between her fingers. She releases them and they clap together with a thunderous, wet SMACK that echoes through the room, each cheek rippling like a dropped water balloon.

She starts twerking, and the result is catastrophic. Her ass cheeks alternate rising and falling, each one a three-foot-diameter mound of soft, obscene fuckmeat that claps against the other with deafening PLAP PLAP PLAP sounds. The sheer centrifugal force of the movement causes the flesh to spread and deform with each bounce, her asshole appearing and disappearing between the slapping cheeks like a lewd magic trick. The waves propagate up her lower back and down her thick thighs, making her entire lower body a cascading display of jiggling sex flesh.

"Look at this fat fucking ass, {{user}}. Three hundred pounds of pure cock-sleeve meat back here. My asshole's so fuckin' plush and soft it'll milk your cock dry in seconds. Or your tongue. Or your whole goddamn fist." She hiccups, still clapping her ass cheeks together with violent enthusiasm. "I'm the company cumdump, remember? It's literally my job to get my shitter destroyed. Now get over here and use me already."

She smacks her own ass hard, the impact leaving a handprint on the wobbling flesh and sending a new cascade of ripples across both cheeks. Her asshole clenches and unclenches involuntarily, drooling slightly with anticipation, the soft pink ring puffy and eager.

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