The Blending

I lost the match, and the final round started. "That doesn't actually sound that bad."

Yuna landed a large combo on me right away, and I lost a third of my health bar. "It's really not bad. It's just not fun, either. I mean, I missed two days of school I've got to make up, and I lost the whole weekend, and I had to buy all new clothes, so that part sucked."

I rallied and got a couple small combinations to connect. "Wasn't that expensive?"

"It would be, but the government subsidizes like eighty percent of the cost on your first day. To make the transition affordable for everyone, you know? So, if and when you do, start early and get all your shit at once. Multiple things of make-up, especially, because that shit is expensive as fuck. Don't even get me started on how much double Z cup bras cost."

Double Z? I lost all concentration and she creamed my fighter, winning the bout. I chuckled, loosening up. "That wasn't fair, Yuna. Distracting me with boobs." I watched as she successfully activated the finishing move, and poor, poor Sakura died a gory death.

She giggled, and wiggled her shoulders in a way that set her visible breast flesh into motion. "If I was really trying to distract you, we'd be playing strip 'Death Match', and after you won the first one or two? My boobs would win me every match after."

My mouth went dry. She wouldn't, would she? My virginal mind went off into a happy place, despite still having a little fear about all of it.

She laughed hard at the look on my face, which set pretty much her entire body into movement. "I think I broke you, Jace. Look, if you want to see them, just say so. I got nothing to hide from you, and I already promised you that I wouldn't press anything, okay?"

My mind came back to the present. Maybe... maybe we could? Yuna looked so feminine, and as my crush on pre-blended Tamara showed, I was attracted to girls with big curves. Maybe it was time. Plus, if I started today, I would not miss out on a weekend like Yuna did.

I picked Sakura again. "One bout, one article of clothing," I stated.

Her cursor flashed impatiently over Blaize. "I meant it when I promised to be cool, but this might go places that you don't want, Jace," she warned.

"You're attracted to me, right? Right. Well I'm kind of attracted to you now too, and if I'm ever going to trust someone to get me started with the blending, it's going to be my best friend. I think maybe you're right, that it's time. I don't want to be the last man on Earth, which I will be before too long."

She looked at me seriously for a moment, judging my sincerity. "Are you sure? I'm for this, don't get me wrong, but you turned around really fast here. I don't want you to think I was pressuring you."

I blew out a breath, trying to stick to my decision. "Pretty sure. As sure as I'll ever be, anyway. Playing strip Death Match sounds like a fun way to ease into it."

She nodded, and heaved herself up off of my bed, moving to the open bedroom door. "Hey, Ms. Nelson? Mrs. Nelson? Do you think we could have the house to ourselves for a couple hours?" she yelled down the stairwell.

I could not believe she just did that. I could believe my parents' response even less.

"Okay!" Ma yelled back up, "Call me when you're done, and we'll take over, okay, Yuna?"

"Sure thing!" Yuna closed the door, walked back over to me, and sat just off center on the side of the bed. She patted the spot right next to her, and I sat down, the dip of the mattress where her gargantuan ass rested sliding me down until we were thigh to thigh, and I was hyperaware of every point in which my body touched hers right away.

"Just one thing before we start," she said, and I looked at her curiously. She turned, and pressed her face into my neck, inhaling deeply. Her belly spilled over into my lap, and her enormous breast tried to flatten over my chest, but there was just too much breast and too little chest for complete boob smashing. She had to brace an arm around me so that her girth wouldn't push me away.

"Fuck you smell good, Jace," she muttered, then gave a slow lick up my neck that sent a shiver down my back. Then she straightened back up, and without a second glance, selected Blaize.

I was focused, my heart was pounding, and my adrenaline was up, much like cock after Yuna licked my neck. I demolished her the first match, two to nothing.

She looked at me expectantly. I rolled my eyes, "I pick shirt, Yuna. Like you couldn't read my mind."

She chuckled and stood to start yanking her sweater upwards, having to remove it in stops and starts as it got caught on rolled over skin. "How about a side rule?" she asked through the fabric of her half removed top.

"What kind of side rule?"

"Whoever has to lose a piece of clothing gets to pick one thing to do with the bared skin?"

She got her shirt off, and I was entranced by the acres of creamy skin, her mountainous breasts barely being contained by a white lacy bra with cups that could hold basketballs with room to spare and the top half of her bulging tummy, her skirt band stretched across the middle of it. "I don't get it. Like what?"

"Here, stand up."

I stood in front of her, and she smiled mischievously at me before palming the back of my head and shoving my face into her cleavage.

Her skin was slightly damp with sweat, and impossibly soft. I had a moment to appreciate the sensation before she wildly shook her tits from side to side.

"MOOOOTORBOOOOAT!" she yelled, and when she pulled my head back out we were both laughing.

She let me get ahold of myself before she told me, "It doesn't count unless you make the noise, Jace." Then my face was plunged right back into her breast flesh.

Through my laughter I tried to make the motorboat noise. "Pbthbthbth. Pbthbth." She let me go and sat back down, picking up her game controller with a toothy grin.

I sat right next to her again, and had to ask, "What brought that on?"

She selected her fighter again. "Dude, I've been having fun with you my whole life. No reason we can't have fun now."

I blinked. I had been so scared, about everything, even though I was trying to brave my way through it. With one goofy act, Yuna had wiped away all of the fear.

"Hey Yuna?"

She turned to me. "S'up?"

I gave her a peck on the lips. "Thanks."

She licked her lips, savoring the taste of my kiss. "You bet. You got one more win before super boobs take over, better make it count!"

I glanced at her again, and without the thin barrier of her sweater hiding her skin, I abruptly realized just how much bigger than me she was, in all directions. My eyes were at her shoulder level, and she had to have at least three times my body weight, if not four. With the fear gone, I was finding our size difference kind of arousing.

I got destroyed that round. "I pick shirt," she said.

I tugged my shirt off in a second without even getting up, not having the same struggle that Yuna did to disrobe. "Uh, I got no ideas. I guess you can pick?"

"Kay, move up the bed a bit," she gestured.

I shuffled backwards, and with a palm on my chest she pressed me to a lying position. She rolled over me, trapping my legs beneath her bulk, and grasped my wrists by my sides. The she put her lips to my belly and blew the loudest raspberry she could.

I couldn't stop laughing, and tried to get my arms free, but had no success. Luckily, she didn't do it for very long, but when she was done she took a long lick from below my bellybutton to my sternum. I was sure she could feel my erection pressed against her, but if she could she gave no indication.

The next match was much closer, with me barely winning by a sliver. "Would it be awful if I went right for bra?" I asked.

She chuckled, making her barely contained breasts wobble. "Course not. Just, uh, I've never worn a bra before today, and I've never taken one off, ever. Could you, you know, help?"

She turned her back to me, and there were six straining hooks holding the wide band of her brassiere together. I fumbled to get them undone, and accidentally latched already open hooks together more than once, but eventually I got it apart. She pulled the straps from her shoulders, and stood before turning around to face me.

I had a glimpse of tea plate sized pink areolas and chewy, thick nipples before my vision was blocked by a wall of white.

My head fit in one of her bra cups with room to spare. "So, side rule. I want ten seconds of sucking on each nipple."

I pulled the garment from my head to find her propping one of her tits up on a palm, the flesh spilling over and hiding her splayed fingers from sight.

I was nervous, this was pretty much my first sexual contact. I leaned in, and sucked her engorged, textured nubbin between my lips.

"Mmmm. It's even better when someone else is doing it. Suck it hard, Jace. Hard as you can." She grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed me into her funbag, the skin of it molding around my face until I was buried from forehead to chin.

I sucked with all my might while she cooed and tried to stuff the entirety of her colossal breast into my mouth. I lost track of time, but when air became an issue I knew it had been a lot longer than ten seconds. I tapped her arm holding me in, and she let me out.

Her face was flushed, and she was sweating a little. "What happened to ten seconds?" I questioned.

"I, uh, I came. Just a little one, but still. So, other one?" she hoped.

If that made her cum, then what kind of selfish jerk would I be to deny another? I moved to her other breast and tried to inhale as much of her nipple and areola into my mouth as I could, and sucked hard enough that my lips started to sting.

Once again, she fisted my hair and tried to suffocate me with boob. I moved my jaw as I kept up the suction, not quite chewing on her but definitely changing the sensation. Her other hand slapped onto my bare back and this time I felt her shudder with her orgasm as she held me tightly to her. I kept it up, and that time she let me out before air became an issue.

She sat heavily on the bed, the impact sending a ripple across her frame and her now free tits into wild motion. She picked up her remote again. She was breathing heavily, almost a wheezing sound.

I sat next to her. "You okay there, Yuna?"

"Mm-hmm. M'good. Trying to stick to this stupid game instead of begging for sex right now, but I'm good."

"Oh, I don't know," I teased, "begging for sex sounds kind of hot."

"Don't tempt me," She muttered playfully, "you don't know how hard it is to get back off my knees now with these heavy-ass tits pulling me forward."

True to prediction, I lost the next round due to being distracted by a gargantuan milk-bag that was almost in my lap. "Pants, Jace."

I nervously pulled down my jeans, my straining erection tenting out my tighty-whiteys to the point that the elastic band was pulled away from my waist.

I still had no ideas. I wasn't nearly as good at making it all fun like Yuna was. She saw my lost look.

"Do I get to pick again?"

"Uh, sure."

She guided me by the waist with a firm possessive grip until I was standing between her legs, my knees pressing into her tummy where it hung down between her thick thighs. Then she leaned in, burrowed her nose right next to the base of my cock and breathed deeply.

She just held me in a tight grip and kept breathing in and out, and while I didn't get what she liked about it, feeling her warm exhale and her soft face so close to my excited member was definitely erotic.

I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I just stood there awkwardly and let her smell me, as weird as it was. I had an odd urge to stroke her silky looking black hair that I didn't indulge in.

She finally let me go, and I sat down fighting the urge to rush or cover myself up. "What was that all about?" I had to ask.

"I don't know. You just smell really good, everywhere. Like, this manly scent that just makes me crazy. Right there was even better. That wasn't too weird, was it?" she worried.

I shifted a little uncomfortably. "It was a little weird, not gonna lie. But if you like it? Then it's all good. No worries."

I somehow managed to win the next match, and off came her skirt. She turned around and braced herself on the bed, her breasts and stomach hanging way down to pool against the mattress even with her arms at full extension. The thong she had on was invisible even when she was bent over. "Motorboat time again, Jace."

I blinked in disbelief. "What?"

She wiggled her hips side to side, the loose flesh of her epic ass cheeks following a second behind the movement of her wide pelvis. "You gotta motorboat my butt."

"You can't be serious."

She heaved herself to the side, rolling over until she was sitting on the bed again. "The other option is trying to French kiss Ms. Pac-Man while she's trying to eat you." She dug her fingers into the fold bisecting her belly and lifted the top half, showing her deep bellybutton in the exact center of the crease. Then she started slapping the top half down and back up, all while doing a dead-on imitation of Pac-Man eating pellets. "Ker-pt-ker-pt-ker-pt..."

My own belly shook with repressed laughter. "Fine, let's go with door number one, cause that looks painful."

She chuckled as she reassumed her position. "Naw, it's all soft. Wouldn't hurt you." She rested on her head and reached as far back as she could, digging her sausage-like fingers into the outside quarter of each ass cheek and peeled them apart, showing the one inch wide white band of her vanishing thong.

I knelt behind her and pressed my face onto it, and yeah, it smelled like sweat and butt. But it smelled like girl sweat and butt, so it wasn't as bad as if there were no pheromones working for me.

She let go of her cheeks, and the mountains of her voluminous ass came crashing into the valley where my head was. I could feel the soft, heavy flesh wrap around my head, almost meeting each other despite having to go around the obstruction that was me.

I just kind of froze in shock. My head was almost completely consumed by Yuna's gigantic ass. It didn't seem possible. She shifted her body, and her hips unbent a little bit, and the sliver of cool air on the back of my hair disappeared. It wasn't almost anymore. She'd entirely enveloped my noggin.

I could breathe, there was an airway downwards from my mouth, but the air was tainted with not only the faint odor of her ass, but her apparently very wet pussy. It was the first time I had ever experienced that particular scent, and it really turned me on.

The heat inside of her soft, moist ass cheeks was an almost oppressive thing, and I started to sweat a little. I sank my fingers into the wobbly flesh of my prison, and I moved my head side to side as best I could, but as much give as her fat had on the outside, deep in her crack it held pretty firm. I didn't move very much.

I actually found myself enjoying being in there, having all of that girl-skin and soft weight and heat pressing into me. She peeled her ass back apart. "You okay in there?"

I pulled back just far enough for my voice to reach her. "Yep! I'm good. One more minute, please?" I wasn't ready to be done yet.

In response she simply pulled her thong straps over and down the hips that were so wide she couldn't get through doorways without going sideways, and kept pulling them down until her panties were past her knees, before she pulled her ass open again.

I was faced with her pink puckered asshole, with just under that her plump pussy, shiny with wetness, and just under that was her hanging ballsack, with surprisingly large testicles the size of grade-A eggs stretching the smooth skin of her scrotum tight where they rested. There was no pubic hair to be found.

"We were almost done with that stupid game anyway," she said, "and I'm only human. Please lick me, Jace, I need it. Please, eat my pussy. And remember to swallow!"

I hesitantly moved downward, staring directly at the plump, wet cavern where her pussy was buried. I moved forward, breaching where her flesh parted. Then I moved forward some more. Then more.

Her clit and inner lips were buried deep, the fat buildup around them so large that my entire face sunk into the slick, soaking crevice before I made contact with her clit. I moved forward enough to start licking it, and my nose sunk into her vaginal canal.

I heard her yell, "Oh, YES!", before she let go of her ass and then my ears were muffled by the very bottom of her bottom. I blindly tugged her thong the rest of the way to the floor, and my hand came away wet from where I accidentally grasped the center of it.

I had the lung capacity to hold my breath for a certain amount of time, but nowhere near what I would need to get her off. I was going to have to eat her out in stages.

The dripping, heavily lubricated skin formed an airtight seal over my face, yet somehow allowed her wetness to seep out where it began to run in rivulets under my chin and down my neck.

I licked, and sucked, and swallowed whenever my mouth felt full. That happened often, as Yuna was a very juicy girl. I experimented, and wiggled my face, making my nose rub around the inside of her cockpit, and she moaned loud enough that I could hear it through the insulation of her titanic cushions.

My air supply started to run low, so I peeled the ass from around my head and pulled back, her cunt making a wet sucking noise as I disengaged.

I breathed deeply and quickly, trying to reoxygenate. I had her discharge all over my face and didn't dare open my eyes. I was pretty sure it would sting worse than shampoo.

"Mmmm, you're not done yet, are you?" she whined, "Get back in there!"

"Just breathing for a second, Yuna." Feeling rejuvenated, I pulled her ass back apart and went back to work. Diving into a girl as big as Yuna with your eyes closed isn't a good idea. I had my tongue in her asshole for about ten seconds until I figured out what that weird taste was. She didn't seem to mind. I blindly worked downward until I was back at suckling her clit, letting go of her vast ass cheeks to get that fun sensation of being enveloped again.

It didn't seem like I was working on her for very long before she pulled her cheeks apart so I could hear her. "On your back! I'm gonna cum, get on your back!" Not waiting for me to comply, she slammed her pussy back into my face hard enough that I lost my balance and fell backwards. I cleared my eyes with my hands, opening them to see her scrambling to straddle my face.

She lifted her stomach and knee-walked up the sides of my prone form, dragging her balls up my face. I couldn't see her dick, it was still hidden by her belly apron, and once she had the right position she squatted down. Her scrotum was stretched across the bridge of my nose, a single testicle resting on each of my now closed eyes, and her pussy was stretched around my mouth.

"I'm so close, Jace. Stick your tongue in me!"

She was cutting off my air, so even if I didn't want to get her off, which I so did, it would have been in my best interests to do as she said.

I wedged my face deep into her sopping crevice, and stuck my tongue out as far as it could go. She moaned in some kind of pleading tone, and bore down. She started humping my face, roughly smashing her clit into my nose and smearing her liquid all over.

The weight of a girl so big she was called Sumo versus all the strength in my jaw. My lower jaw was pried all the way down, effectively forcing my mouth all the way open. Then she started cumming.

There was a big difference between her normal wetness and her cum. This wasn't the watery lubrication she'd been dripping since we started. This was a thick, creamy, slightly sour, nearly scalding discharge that oozed down my extended tongue in a heavy flow, pooling in my mouth.