Subversive | Youkai #3

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CHAPTER 11

JAILBIRD BLUES

Hana spends her mornings pushing a cart stuffed full of her breasts, her top chest area has gotten so heavy that she needs the piece of equipment just to get around. Throughout her entire way, rude fingers make their way of pushing her panties to the side and jabbing digits inside her holes, making her moan and whimper wantonly from the unexpected penetrations, legs squeeze hard together just to not c*m right here and now since her passages have become so much more sensitive right after giving birth to twelve children at once.

It doesn’t take long before foreign c***s worm their ways inside her body, pumping hard and emitting thick coats of sperm inside her v****a and rectum walls, making her grow even wetter from the crude penetrations to the point of climaxing right there on the streets that her hanabito body can only react as it was made to do; glow and increases her bust size, as well as tightening her holes once more until they are like brand new, only to be violated yet again by new groups of guys in an endless circle of f*****g, to the point that Hana can’t seem to walk three meters down safely without encountering some d**k-to-hole action at her end.

By the time the poorly ejaculated-on girl arrives at her school, people are staring so bad that the small fraction of the little innocent girl she has left can’t help but to want to cry from embarrassment, but that’s all quickly long forgotten once the larger part of the male student body and a handful of male teachers join in in joining with her fuckable body, eruption hot emissions inside her p***y like it’s their job to do, eager to win this unofficial race of getting her pregnant with kids.

At this point, her body is so susceptible to getting f****d that it reacts like an alarm clock, getting all hot and bothered whenever she doesn’t get her fill of enough c***s yet, sometimes even going as far as letting them use her in a threeway or four-way, with her articulately posed body being the center of their attention d**k-tension. She aches. She aches and she wails, whimpering for her fill of—

Hana suddenly stops in her track despite the ongoing throw of passion surrounding her thoroughly f****d body, because she finds herself suddenly locking gaze with none other than Eiji-kun, her one and only school crush. How strange that only one look from him can remind her of all that hidden feelings that are suddenly brought up to the surface, warm and innocent still, all full of pleasant feelings that only a school girl can possess. How funny… how strange… Her eyes turn glassy before she even realizes it, but she quickly pushes her tears back down because she doesn’t want to waste the short brief of time she is allowed to gaze upon him to be filled with tears. She needs to look at him, commemorate his memory to heart so that in days when she feels like, she can take one more look inside her mind’s eyes of how handsome and kind and gentle he is.

Eiji-kun looks just as well as he usually is, though there is this overshadowing sadness that’s creeping in his features. Is it because of the pathetic sight she is giving off? Oh kami, almost half the town has at least one go with her, and still she longs for him. He is the only one she has never touched; can never touch. Because she doesn’t think she can keep him safe and clean anymore if she does. She is already this tainted and dirty, she doesn’t want to contaminate and ruin his future. He has so much to look forward to in the future, while her body is already damaged beyond ruin. Be careful what you wish for, because thanks to her carelessly wish upon a star for some t**s, she has now gotten more than she can handle for. Her breasts are so heavy that they are like two ball weights weighing her down. She can’t go anywhere without her trolley cart, and with having to push the trolley cart around everywhere, she can’t run fast enough to get away from these strangers’ hard d***s, ready to spear up her holes up at every turn of the corner.

She is like an onnahole, just there to please and ease any raised raging c**k. She accumulates so much stuff from their ejaculation that she might as well become their cumdumpster. Yet, no matter how immoral this may seem, why can’t she just stop them? Surely no girl would want to be treated like this. Then why…?

It is not a matter of want though, but a matter of biology. Mother nature has made hanabitos because they are the most breedable meat-bags full of mana energy, and that makes them so susceptible of being bred out by men, no matter human or youkai. She is the most irresistible fertile womb on legs that this world’s generation will ever find, and there is nothing stopping them from acting like beasts to get her to pump out their kids. None of these men even bothered with a condom, even when they know that she has been f****d by a bunch of strangers, because this is just how strong the pull to knock her up really is.

And it won’t take long before she is pregnant with a batch of kids again; other women can have two fraternal twins, but at the rate that she is going, it won’t be as much as a stretch as to get her pregnant with another dozen children, even by human men. And just like this, the connection she has with Eiji-kun is cut abruptly as she falls lost into the mountain of men that climbs up to blast their release inside her, no matter in what size, color or diseases they may bring, because her accursed hanabito body will just heal herself all up just like that, giving more reason to increase her bust size to a much intolerable volume when they hit her g-spot just right.

About 2 more weeks of being passed around between school and the youkai den, Hana already finds herself heavily pregnant with a batch of babies. Her stomach protrudes so much thanks to the daily intake of semen she gets whenever she moves about. When was the last time she sees her first kids? She has gotten so busy and tired for being f****d so many times that she missed the change to check on them. And even if she braves herself to ask the youkai lords, she is afraid of what they’ll do to her if she upsets them. Most of them barely even visit the den anymore, being so busy taking care of their own babes that they hardly have anytime to stick their d**k inside her, some only spare some to finger or squeeze her t**s to emit mana energy if they so need.

At school, most of the lesson hours are spent with her getting f****d on display by the teachers and students, sometimes at turns while others watch with mocking laughter, sometimes in just a group to gangbang with her at the center of attention. You’d think they’ll take notes, but being heavily pregnant doesn’t stop them from depositing so much swimmers inside her body, to the point that she starts to worry if they might overflood her ovaries with semen.

They have a new Biology homeroom teacher today and his name is Akihiko-sensei. He is young and handsome, most likely still around his early 20s, with a tall, pale complexion and icy blue hair, eyes cold of that a yuki-onna. Oh wait, he is male, so it should a yuki-otoko. He is beautiful, and all the female students adore him. Finally, a hottie to gaze on. He is charming and oh so kind, the complete ideal type. But when he turns his cold gaze on Hana, she can’t help but feel completely familiar about him. Like a déjà vu of some sort.

Weird. Where has she seen him before?

Class continues as usual, and thankfully this time without any hitch of Hana being the center of attention. For once, after what felt like such a long time ago, she can finally attend classroom by actually learning something. Maybe it’s because most of the students want to make a good impression on the new teacher, but regardless Hana feels rather thankful for this change of scenery. Everyone is sitting on each of their designated desks and has clean textbooks opened in front of them while Akihiko-sensei dictates this morning’s lesson.

Hana is amazed by how normal everything feels, drinking in every peaceful second of this atmosphere like it’s gonna be the last time this happens, unable to contain herself from being so excited from this new development that her n*****s turn hard, pink areolas on full display swollen out from outside her normal-sized sailor top, each breast has to have its own table to rest to on each side of her seat because of how troublesomely humongous they have become, leaking milk because her body is still jacked up with all of the pregnancy hormones. She likes to think she imagines it, but she can see the sensei licking his lips when the scent of her milk becomes too thick in the air. She is not bothering anyone, is she? Oh dear kami, let this not be another weird kink these boys grow to fascinate her with.

Akihiko-sensei continues to circling around the classroom as he reads out a passage from the textbook, not showing any sign of suspicion. Frankly at this moment, Hana doesn’t bother to question herself why nobody cares about what miserable thing happens to her and just accept it as part of her new life now. Except she can’t help but let of a soft, barely contained mewl when he walks pasts where she sits and his side accidentally brush against one of her overly sensitive t**s, causing more milk to leak out and stain her shivering composure. Her t**s are so cold, and no matter what covering she uses the boys will just dump it off in order to humiliate her even further.

No, Akihiko-sensei is different, she tramples down her suspicion as soon as it rises. He doesn’t mean this, she is assured. It must have been an accident. When he eventually circles back and bumps into her a second time, she swears pleasure travels down her p***y at once. No! She can not be thinking about s*x at this moment! Just when things are finally returning to normal nonetheless! Hana forces herself to pretend like nothing happens, just like how Akihiko-sensei goes about ever so inconspicuously.

This goes on for a couple more times until another hour past before it’s time for a gym class. All the students move out of the classroom at once toward the changing room with their things on, but Hana being much heavier than ever is struggling to move about, standing up from her seat especially hard when nobody cares to help her out. Oh, and her bladder is killing her too; not to mention that she’s carrying for thirteen. Being the last one left, Hana tries to pick up her pace, not wanting to be left behind (not that this will make any difference too because she already knows the male classmates’ antics, what with their habit of kidnapping her into their locker room just to gangbang her while their change or right after gym class when they’re all covered in sweat. Honestly, those hours she spends completely naked with zero decorum whatsoever.) but Akihiko-sensei decides to pull her aside before she can go.

“Hana-san, can I talk to you for a moment?” Akihiko-sensei asks politely.

“Oh, sure sensei. What’s up?” Hard to believe that they can just carry a conversation like normal when her giant t**s are floating between them.

Without any warning, he slams her against the wall with such a powerful strength that even her heavy t**s giggle at the sheer force of the impact, causing her to let out a strangled cry. Hana looks up to his visage through blurry eyes, only to be met with such a hostile, dark look that it backs her up to a tense coldness. “W-what’s going on?”

“You think you’re so great, don’t you?” he quips frankly without much pleasantries, no longer bothered to act nice and friendly. “Just what exactly do you get from all this? Such pointless, useless, waste of time. Do you really like spending the rest of your life like this? Is it really that ‘fun’ to get off when your body has turned like this?” His grip around her upper arm tighten at each emphasis, her breasts pressed tightly between them like two big cushions.

“W-what… Why do you care?” It’s not like she wants to become like this in the beginning as well. She was thrusted into this life; and once she fell, there was really no other way to go but further down.

Instead of straight up answering her, he inquires with a different subject. “When was the last time you saw your children? Does the thought just never crossed your mind, or do you just don’t care at all? Do you even have any idea what becomes of them?” In an instant, Hana is conflicted with guilt. It’s not like she wants to deliberately distance herself from her first children (after all, they are her flesh and blood), but it’s not like those youkai lords are giving her much choice at all since she practically gets kicked out to fend for herself throughout the entire days.

“I-it’s not that I don’t care, but—”

“Excuses!” he snaps heatedly without giving much chance the moment she falters with her answer, squeezing so hard that she flinches in pain. ”You don’t care about them! You just care about yourself! Don’t even bother putting up a front on me. I can see through your lies.”

“That’s not true! I do care about them. It’s just that they won’t let me see them—”

“What’s so great about s*x anymore? Aren’t you letting it dictates your life too much? Do you like getting f****d so much? If it’s so great, why don’t I take you for a spin and see for it myself, huh?” He tears into her clothing (if ‘fabric that barely covers anything’ can still be called clothes) into ribbons without much effort and pushes his erection against her entrance, causing her to let out a wail that sounds too much like a mix of desperation and anticipation. He continues to glare at her with such a cold fury that it causes shiver to travel down her spine, as he begins moving his hips against her pelvis, bumping purposefully against her c**t and p***y lips so hard each time that she swears she will bruise up later, but the friction is too good that she is unwilling to make him stop.

It is not even until he unzips himself and let the thickness of his cockhead splits her vaginal passage that she lets out a cry. He is BIG, so unnaturally big that it hurts, feeling like she is being violated back in the youkai den all over again. Dear kami, it feels like someone is stuffing an entire limb inside her p***y. It frightens her even more when he starts moving, pumping in and out of her tightly wounded walls that it almost feels as if her womb is about to break from being stuffed so full, especially when she is so heavily burdened with this late stage of pregnancy. She can feel it; just a little bit more and he can burst through her cervix and break her water.

They both pant heavily from the tight f**k, Hana’s head feeling cloud like she’s about to either explode or faint from carnal delight, she isn’t sure; only knows that his c**k is going to be the dead of her. Fitting in such a huge c**k into her body in her condition is really not a good idea after all, but it’s not like she can help herself and disentangle her captive body from him anyway; not with how tight he is holding her person, as if afraid of letting go. And to be honest, Hana doesn’t feel like letting go either, despite how hot her body becomes from the combined closeness and body friction; there’s something warm and familiar about the way he holds her, which is strange considering that the rest of him is stone cold, including the big d**k worming inside her.

There has only been another one time when she learned that things are not as normal as it seems, and that was back at the time when she lost her virginity to a monster with thorns grown all over his d**k. The recollection quickly stops her for a moment.

“W-wait, are you… a youkai?” she asks in between strained intake of breaths.

“Clever for you to figure out. Tell me, what else do you notice?” His voice is strangely warm and pleasant against her ear when he speaks, no longer pissed at her, as if something has fundamentally changed inside him the moment he sinks his d**k inside her.

“Y-you’re cold, like unnaturally so. Are you a… yuki-onna?”

“Yuki-otoko,” he corrects hoarsely in between thrusts, husky breathes fanning her delicate face, “that’s the accurate male equivalent of my gender-species,” before continuing to thrust without missing a pace.

This feels nice; intimate. She finds that she likes this kind of f**k.

His size is stretching her so wide apart that he is breaking her water before she realizes it; heavy wetness trailing down her legs just like any other bodily fluids she is showered with.

“So these are my half-siblings; too bad they’re just humans though, they are still nothing compared to hanyou.” His rambling makes her pause, brain struggling to process his words throughout the heavy stuffing.

“W-what are you on about—?” She starts to tremble really bad, her insides clenching and squeezing in such a pleasurable manner without intending to that Akihito lets out a series of guttural grunts, forcing her to wait at the tense edge until the other shoe drop.

“Oh, can’t you figure it out already, oka-san? You don’t recognize the face of your own son when you see him? What kind of mother are you?” The delivery of his tone is so sharp that it causes her breath to catch in her throat, making her choke so hard that she starts coughing really bad, her entire body suddenly filled with revulsion.

I-is this for real? He is her son? There is no way anyone would lie about this, right? Especially right where they are doing something so intimate like this… s*x, they are having s*x! No, this can not go on! She tries to buck him off but it’s useless; his steel strength makes her feel like she is a kitten trying to fight off a giant boulder. B-but, how can this possibly be? If he is not lying… then how come he is already this big? She has not seen him for a month only! But if her pregnancies alone can last only in several weeks, what goes to say that this isn’t impossible?

“What’s the matter? Got nothing to say now?” He emphasizes his annoyance with bucking his hips harder onto hers, causing her to mewl out in protest from the sheer force he is putting around her tense muscles, then lifting her up from the wall so she has nothing to lean onto but him, carrying her with such a surprising ease despite the extra weight on her chest and belly, making the angle of his c**k even sharper inside her, pushing her body to its limits. Even the Yama Lord did not force such a crude angle inside her body when he plummeted his disproportionately giant d**k inside her. Oh kami, it feels like she is about to burst at any second now—

Hana lets out a sharp intake of breath through birth-induced pain when she can feel the familiar tall-tale of labor contraction. Oh no, this can’t really be happening. It’s too soon, too soon! Not to mention what she still has a c**k full from her son. Her son! This is insane. Oh kami, oh kami—

“Looks like you’re going to give birth soon. Fine then, I’ll help.” Hana lets out the breath she doesn’t realize she has been holding when he finally relents and unlodges himself from her convulsing cunt, only to stuff himself inside her ass right at the next second.

“W-what are you doing?” she asks nervously, body trembling up to her t**s from pain and exhaustion. If this goes on, she doesn’t think she’ll make it.

“I’m helping you give birth. Surely you can’t handle twelve kids at once in the state you’re in,” he answers like it’s the most obvious thing to do.

No, that’s not what she means. And he knows it!

“Relax, mother. You’re clenching too hard.” Then, mumbling to himself, he says, “Wonder how much your body can take being double-teamed like this. Let’s put it to the test.”

Akihiko bucks his hip, making a sharp-angled thrust, f*****g her so hard that she can feel him bumping at the other side of her walls, causing her internal walls to clamp down roughly, ultimately pushing her first babe out of her v****a; the stretch of the babe sliding down her front passage making her feel so equally full especially when combined with the penetration residing within her back passage. It hurts so good, she can’t help but cry out wantonly in surprise when he f***s into her ass the second time, pumping in so forcefully that it forces her stomach to contract another time so she begins to push for the second baby. He keeps using his c**k to make her pump out baby after baby, lining them up on the table beside her so all her shame is displayed fully in front of her. Gosh, she has so many kids, it’s a wonder how she’s still alive from all the labor-intensive process.

Akihiko; she didn’t even know her children have names until she met this one. What else did she miss this entire time?

And there she is. Giving birth right there on the classroom’s table, pushing out one after another while being gravitated in the ass by the c**k of her own son. What kind of sinner has she become?

Hana climaxes so many times she has trouble keeping up. Every time he f***s her deep enough, fluid gathers inside her p***y and allow yet another successful delivery. This goes on for a long while, and she feels like slipping in and out of her consciousness from exhaustion.

After she makes the final push of her last newborn, Akihiko slides out from her ass and goes back inside her cunt, pumping so steadily inside her sloppily tender p***y until she cums screaming and collapses from utter exhaustion. Hana blacks out for what felt like hours before she finally has enough strength to gather herself. By this time Akihiko is long gone, along with all twelve of her new babies. Where did they go?

Next day at school, Hana hurriedly approach Akihiko before class starts in hope to find out where her new children had gone to. A flash of displeaseness crosses his face. Instead of giving her a straight answer, he yanks her hair, hard.

“Why do you care where they went? It’s none of your business. Besides, don’t you have anything else to say? I know I do. Thanks for the lousy f**k, you nasty w***e. Bet you think you can make it up with just this, huh?” He speaks so closely that his icy lips brush against hers softly, sending all kinds of mix emotion in her. “I’m gonna use you so thoroughly until you’re all dead inside, and then I’m going to throw you away like a piece of garbage, just like how you discarded me and my siblings.” Then he pushes her away.

He forces her to give him blowjobs under the table while he proceeds to give lectures to the class as if nothing’s amiss. She becomes his personal cumdumpster, used and abused for all she’s worth until she is filled to the brim with his semen, piping hot and cold as ice at the same time inside her womb. He makes sure to always make a comment every time his d**k enters her womb, emphasizing how familiar it is to finally be back home inside her again. He doesn’t even shy from sharing her with his fellow brothers, all making a point of thoroughly using her yet still calling her their mother, punishing her for all the wrong-doings from abandoning them when they were children. (It’s not like she did it on purpose; it’s not like she knew they’d grow up so soon!)

(While Hana is fully preoccupied with all six of her son’s fully mature c***s, her daughters rip up the last batch of her clothing, rendering her to go about naked anywhere; even to school!)

It’s humiliating and disgusting, yet another part of her secretly likes this. Maybe it’s out of guilt or some f****d up justification, though at this point, Hana can hardly tell anything that’s going on from right to wrong anymore. She just lives, and lives, and lives, and lives, and lives… until she is pregnant with yet a new batch of children, this time becoming mother and grandmother at once.

The spider queen’s search for a new hanabito goes on, but she feels like she is getting very close to what she’s looking for. Just a little bit more, and she’s sure that she will find ‘the one’. And once she finds her, she’ll make the girl her new host body!

CHAPTER 12BLEEDING HEART

Hana can’t believe what has just happened; she had f****d her own flesh and blood seven ways to Sunday as she gives birth to her second batch of children. This is a new kind of low. She needs time to readjust herself; and believe her, she is taking all the time she needs in the world to do so. While her mind is still in shock, her body continues to beg for it, so much so that even Akihiko has to call up on the rest of his brothers to help out a few more times. She just can’t help herself, it seems.

Her new children are all humans, and once again immediately taken away from her person as soon as they are abled. She hasn’t even feed them that much yet, giant t**s leaking with milk as her older sons spill some of their own milk back into her lower half. She spends her days laying on her front while being f****d doggy style, two newborn babes sucking on her t**s while her two fully matured sons pump into her ass and p***y in hammering turns. Her children are so many that she spends hours just to go through each and everyone of them, only for the rotation to start again once she’s done with the last ones. This renders her to barely have time to get up at all, let alone dress herself. The moment she gets into a bathtub, the sons begin f*****g her mercilessly to the point that the tub almost drowns in their semen, then quickly followed by more rounds of s*x as she gets out of the tub. So you see, there is no point for Hana to cover herself up anymore, since everybody’s already know that she is made for s*x and c*m disposal no matter what matter of the hour it is, even when cooking and eating. Supposedly said, there will never be a day when Hana’s p***y channel or back entrance be absent from any eager c**k ever again in her entire life. And in the end, perhaps this can a sort of poetic end for the girl; she finally got the t**s, and any good pounding that can last for days that any woman can ever wish for, albeit not with the right person she longs for.

It’s all flabby and hangs loosely like an extra bag of flesh, tailing in between her feminine legs like a deflated lump, so out of place for such a pretty face, but the sensory is still very much connected. So whenever they brush against her flabby labia and prolapsed p***y walls, she still moans and whimpers like a well f****d girl.

Of course, this condition is very much different compared to before all of this started, when she was still so sweet and innocent and her p***y doesn’t smell like the city’s cumdumpster, so full of men juice that her stomach is practically oozing the liquid out at every press of a pressure over at her womb. She used to be so tight, all tucked in there, smooth and silky. Now she all but hangs loose like an overused old bag. At least around her vaginal area, making her look like she has just given birth to a dozen children at all, leaving such a gaping tunneling hole carved up her body. Oh wait, she did.

END.