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From inside the darkness of his dreams, a certain man named Jordan swam inside the endless abyss of the unconscious. Dreams of dates to come and dreams of dates gone by were his swimming pool. Warmth like the sun's rays made him comfortable, and a part of him never wanted to leave this beautiful nothing.
Where is the moment when a man crosses from dreams to the waking world? When the darkness of dreams ceases and the darkness found behind one's eyelids replaces it? It's impossible to know. As Jordan's eyes fluttered open, he realized that he had been asleep. Sunlight poured through the drawn orange curtains, creating an invisible blanket of warmth over his still-covered form.
Jordan felt somewhat strange. This wasn't his room. He didn't see the posters, the bureau, and the overflowing trash can that reminded him of home. As he woke up, he remembered what had happened last night. He remembered that he wasn't supposed to be at home. This was his girlfriend's condo, and he had gone to sleep with her. That realization begged the question: where was she?
Jordan's ears twitched as he heard a low sizzling from the room outside of the bedroom. His heart began to race as the image of his girlfriend came back into his mind. Mikasa Sato, the woman he had loved for so long, and who he had finally gotten into a relationship with! He had stayed with her overnight after a round of vigorous sex, and even the memories of it made his heart pound. Was that the reason his hips burned with -day-after-exercise energy? As he turned and put his feet on the white carpet floor, he felt his hips wobble a bit.
With careful steps, Jordan pushed himself out of the bedroom and across the hallway separating him from the room he heard the sizzling in. His hair was messy, all curled up into itself, and he could feel the bags under his eyes drooping. His clothes were dishevelled and he could feel a bit of grey on his chin. He was the image of an early-twenties schlub who had just gotten out of bed and hadn't taken a shower yet.
Gently and gingerly, he peeked out of the corner and looked at the source of the noise. It was his girlfriend, Mikasa, who was eagerly rotating a frying pan with her wrists over a burning stovetop. She hummed a meaningless tune to herself while she kept busy. Her hair was long and black, straight and perfect with blunt bangs that framed a heart-shaped face. Her eyes were almond-shaped, her pupils were a dark brown, and her lips were plump and covered with peach-colored lipstick.
Mikasa's body, however, was completely unlike the image of the yamato nadeshiko that her face and hair gave off. Just below her collarbone, two enormous wobbling breasts hung off her chest like two inflated watermelons. Each time she moved, Jordan heard the milk inside her breasts sloshing like half-filled water balloons. Her waist narrowed into a thin wasp-like form that a supermodel would be jealous of, with a tight and trim stomach. Just underneath, her thick thighs bulged with plump meat and a tiny thigh gap. Her behind, which Jordan couldn't help but stare at, was two fat butt balloons which shook and wobbled each time she shifted her weight.
BO-YOING! Mikasa turned as she heard Jordan's footsteps stop. Her breasts, barely contained in the white nightgown she had draped over her form, shook like two pendulums swinging from her chest. Her nightgown could barely be called clothing, unable to cover any of Mikasa's voluptuousness. Even her gigantic ass, which Jordan could see even from behind her, wasn't covered by her undersized clothes. He watched her butt shake with muffled thumps.
"Jordan-san~! Ohayou gozaimasu~." Mikasa wished him good morning, and gently put the pan down on the stove. She rushed over to him, her breasts clapping together and her ass thumping against her enormous thighs. He froze and she buried him in her cleavage, pulling him between her slightly-sweaty milk mountains. He blushed and his tiny cock twitched, not long enough to reach her. "I'm just making us some breakfast! Mmmh~. How do you feel, sweetie?"
"I'm g-great! Good morning!" Jordan said from between her breasts. They were so large that they could close around his head entirely, and Mikasa's arms had sealed him in a container of boobmeat. Then as soon as she came, she pulled back and let him breathe. Jordan's face was as red as a tomato, while Mikasa's face had a slight and dignified blush.
"Last night was magical." Mikasa cooed for him. "I was hoping you wouldn't wake up until I was done, so I could suck off that adorable cock and then bring you breakfast in bed~." Jordan's eyes bulged and he felt something strange in his crotch. A surge of semen blasted up his shaft. A b-b-blowjob and breakfast in bed!? Even the thought of Mikasa's under-blanket-blowjob brought him to the edge of orgasm! Those feelings made Jordan ashamed - he was such a weak man that his girlfriend's slightest tease almost made him blow.
"I have so many plans for--" Mikasa was cut off by her phone ringing. Her expression snapped from happy to annoyed in an instant. "Oh, I'm sorry, one second." She turned and walked towards her phone on the counter next to the stove. She picked up both the pan and her phone, bringing the latter to her right ear. Jordan couldn't help but watch her enormous buttocks jiggle like a piece of gelatin that had been rudely slapped.
"Daddy? Mmhm." It was Mikasa's father, and Jordan wouldn't dare interrupt her phone call. Her father was important, so important that rich men like Jeff Bezos and Elon Musk bent the knee instinctually to his power. She turned a bit, showing her neutral expression as she listened to her father's words. "Mmhm. I know. I only have four more credits until I need to graduate. Yes, I did see Jordan last night." Jordan almost leapt through the ceiling with anxiety as Mikasa mentioned his name to her father.
"We're going out today, yes. I can see you on Monday! ... Stop being such a worrywart. I love you Daddy. Talk to you later. Bye!" Mikasa pulled the phone away from her ears and hung up. The rice cooker on the counter next to the stove dinged, and Mikasa happily pressed the button and let a mountain of steam burst out of the opened container. She picked up the pan and carefully folded the creamy eggs inside on top of itself.
"Sit down, sit down silly!" Mikasa pointed at a place at the kitchen table which had been set for him with orange juice, coffee, a fork and a knife. Tearing himself away from Mikasa's wobbling breasts, he sat down at the empty chair and readied himself for food.
"Good boy~." Mikasa crooned. She prepared a beautiful ceramic plate that would be called "fine china" in most other homes, but was merely normal in her condo. She plopped a big serving of rice on the plate, and inverted the eggs over the rice. More steam poured from her creation as she picked up a nearby piping bag filled with home-made ketchup. Squeezing one eye shut, she poured thin lines of ketchup onto her boyfriend's breakfast in a complex pattern.
After finishing her culinary operation, Mikasa turned on her heel and made her whole body erupt into subtle claps and plaps as her breasts, thighs and ass all collided with one another. The sloshing of the milk inside her cleavage made Jordan almost burst in his pants, but he held himself back. Mikasa trotted over to him and laid a homemade Japanese omurice meal in front of him, garnishing it with a sprig of basil. On top of it, written with homemade ketchup, was "ジョーダン", Jordan's name written in Japanese katakana. Before sitting down to eat with him, Mikasa opened the nearby refrigerator and got out a pre-prepared gyro wrap to snack on with him.
Jordan dug into the omurice, with the soft protein of the egg and the sharp cold tang of the ketchup mixing in his mouth. It was delicious! He couldn't help but shake his shaggy dog-like hair as he shoveled more and more into his mouth. Mikasa's smile grew as she watched him devour her work. Eventually, Jordan took a moment to breath and asked her a question.
"What did your dad want? Does he need anything?" His speech was slurred a bit by the eggs stuck in his gums.
"It's a surprise~." She replied. "Don't worry about him. It's finally the weekend! We're gonna go on a fun adventure today!" Mikasa bit into her gyro as Jordan's face lit up with happiness.
A date! It had been a week since their last date, and the pair had been too busy with university exams to properly go out. Mikasa had planned something! Jordan's heart raced with the lightness of a man in love. However, he also felt a darkness in his stomach pulling his mood down. Shouldn't a man be the one doing things for a woman, instead of the other way around? Without meaning to, his expression fell a bit.
"What's wrong, Jordan?" Mikasa asked with a hint of sadness.
"Uhm... I feel like I should have been the one to plan it... You're always making things for me, planning, taking the lead..." Jordan sighed, trailing off instead of finishing his sentence. "It makes me feel like I'm not enough for you."
Mikasa's eyebrows furrowed and she pouted, drawing her lips together. "Come ooo~n! Don't get in your head so much!" She reached forwards, dangling her mammoth cleavage over the table, and flicked him in the head.
"Ow!" Jordan cried, and rubbed his reddening forehead with his fingertips. He watched her finish her gyro and he dug back into his omurice. "Sorry..."
"As long as you stopped." Mikasa said. "Don't worry about the dishes, Takaya will get them. I'm going to get dressed. Finish that up and be ready for when I'm done, okay?" Jordan nodded silently. Mikasa got up, pushed in her chair and walked back down the hallway to her bedroom. The clapping of her thighs hitting each other rebounded off the walls and filled Jordan's head with lewd fantasies before he heard the gentle CLICK of Mikasa shutting the door behind her.
Jordan continued to push his omurice into his mouth, filling himself up and sipping orange juice between bites. He was energetic enough from the hug that drinking his coffee would overcharge him. It didn't take long before Mikasa finished her morning routine, and came back out into the kitchen in an outfit that made Jordan's heart slam against his ribcage.
Mikasa had fit her enormously voluptuous body into a slim black cocktail dress on, and the seams looked like they would almost burst. The neckline was low enough to show off her cleavage, and her breasts indented slightly around the edge of the fabric like they were trying to burst out. The cocktail dress ended just above her knees, with two slits in the side that showed her creamy thighs. She carried a trim black handbag, and her feet were covered with black Mary Janes which complimented her dress.
She was perfect! Jordan couldn't help but blush and hide the tiny stiffy that was poking out of his pants. "Kawaii~!" Mikasa cooed as she stepped forwards and gave him another big hug. Once more, Jordan found his face smothered in hot sweaty boobflesh. He smelled Mikasa's perfume - a gentle lavender that smelled like a freshly bloomed flower.
"Are you ready for our date?" Mikasa asked.
"I-I absolutely am!" He replied. His voice was muffled again because his mouth was covered with boobies.
"Hehe~. My cute little muffin and I are gonna have so much fun today~." Mikasa twisted from side to side, deepening her hug with Jordan, who was hyperventilating as he tried to suck in as much of his girlfriend's delicious scent as he could.
"I-I love you!" Jordan burst out suddenly, making Mikasa's face flush.
"Aaah! Saying that so early in the morning is cheating! We already have a huge date planned, but now there's a part of me that wants to stay home and pamper you a~ll day. How would THAT sound?" Mikasa cooed. Jordan poked his face up from her breasts and replied.
"I wanna go on a date! We've been staying home all week. Let's go somewhere special and spend some quality time together." Jordan asked her.
"Eee! Okay! I can't resist if my little muffin asks me in such a cute way! All lost in my big boobies and all~." Mikasa smiled wide and let Jordan go.
After some quick preparations, Jordan and Mikasa left her rooftop apartment and exited their home. Immediately, cold bit into Jordan's skin from a sudden wind, and he bundled his arms up against his chest in order to warm himself up. He looked out over the side of the long separator, and he realized that he was in a literal sense above everyone else.
Endless rows of endless buildings were separated by cars fit into neat little rows, all intersecting. It was like the city was alive and laid out before him in a great big medical diagram. He could see the tallest buildings, the financial sector, and the long rows of cars heading inside. He could see the homes in the residential sector emptying out, lights flickering off and cars spreading around the city.
"Coming honey?" Mikasa called out to Jordan, who had been hypnotized for a moment by his fascination. He turned his gaze to his girlfriend, whose entire body was a puzzle of curves itself. He jogged forwards to catch up to her, his sneakers landing lightly on the cold orange-brown wood of the veranda floor. Mikasa started to ascend the stairs, and Jordan was privy to a sexual sight to behold.
Mikasa turned and with thick shaking WOBBLEs, her ass began to turn and waver like two cups of overfull pudding inside of her tight cocktail dress. Jordan swore he could see the bottom of her ass inside her thin dress, and Mikasa smirked at his realization. As she continued to climb, Jordan's gaze flew up her waist to her enormous jiggling titties. Such a woman was Mikasa that even from behind, Jordan had a show of jiggling BOINGing boobmeat! With each step she ascended, her breasts rolled from one side of her chest to the other, and Jordan watched her specially-made bra strain to contain her womanhood.
Jordan felt himself squirting again - but he flexed his thighs as hard as he could! He wouldn't fall prey to his own desires! He focused on the cold morning and felt his cock start to soften again. He looked down like a dog at the floor, containing himself to be better able to please his girlfriend later.
As they made it to the top of the stairwell, Jordan's gaze met black polycarbonate, and he looked upwards. He was on a helipad, with a big fat helicopter symbol painted in yellow in the center as if for a giant's eyes to see. The cold was unbearable here, and Jordan saw the pilot, who wore a thick pillowy yellow jacket. The pilot was stuffing a bunch of securing cables into a tall steel closet, and securing a muffler-headphone set onto his head.
Jordan turned his gaze to the helicopter. Large and red and painted with that sparkly paint that shines like stars in the sunlight, the enormous cabin was supported by four enormous quadcopter rotors. The rotors were contained with thick donut-shaped containers. Jordan realized that the hum that had been growing was coming from the four rotors. They were so quiet. He thought the helicopter must have been one of those new Chinese models. Mikasa turned, her WOBBLEs still audible under the electric hum of the rotor motors. She beckoned to him, and he followed.
Jordan stepped inside the enormous quadcopter. Mikasa bent over to close the door behind him, which shut with a quiet SHUNK. She grabbed Jordan's hand and pulled him onto a seat next to her as the hum of the rotors got louder and louder. Jordan felt a little shift, no greater than the start of a car's motion, and felt the slight forces of gravity upon him as he instinctively understood he was rising into the air.
KLK! Mikasa pulled Jordan into a hug, and he felt her enormous melons that were bigger than even his head cushion his neck. A sleek silver seatbelt clicked over his legs and Mikasa's own. She pointed upwards at the glowing red icon inside the black plastic inner frame. With a red glowing seatbelt over an icon of a genderless person, the instruction from the pilot was clear: Please be seated and belted while we're taking off.
Just as soon as the quadcopter lifted off, Jordan felt the forces on his shoulders decrease. DING! The light went off and Mikasa unclipped the belt over his legs almost at the same time.
"Get up for a sec, sweetums." Mikasa asked, and Jordan obeyed without question. He noted how cushy the pink carpet on the floor of the carpet was, and how clean the carpet was. Mikasa got up and turned around, and Jordan quickly forgot the carpet. Her ass, like two giant globes of gelatin, swung and shook with her big hip movement. Jordan wanted so badly to seize and bite down on those meaty melons, but she was talking to the pilot - he couldn't interrupt!
"Give us a flight around the city while we figure out our day plans." Mikasa spoke plainly into a speaker while pressing a button, and Jordan understood that there must be a microphone next to it. Jordan felt his balance shift a little - just a little - and the walls of the cabin began to shimmer. They were screens, Jordan realized. They shimmered and shifted and began to show off the outside world.
The quadcopter was zooming between enormous skyscraper towers in the financial district. Below him were the people that Jordan had seen from far above. They seemed closer, and yet so much farther away from him so far. Mikasa's family had the kind of money where taking a pleasure flight around the neighbourhood was an expected part of one's day. Jordan thanked his previous self for getting involved with her - this sunny morning was a treat that not everyone in the world got to see!
Chopin's Nocturnes began to drift from the nearly invisible speakers in the corners of the cabin. The gentle hum of the engine rotors outside was drowned out by the classical master's slow, deliberate piano tones. Mikasa turned and stood up. Her head height was just below the cabin's ceiling. She scooted close to a strange device in a console on the side of the cabin. She pushed a metallic cup into a recess in the device, and began to press rapidly on a touch-screen with practiced motions.
"Want a fruit smoothie?" Mikasa cooed. Jordan blinked for a moment. This quadcopter had a smoothie maker built into the door? And people actually used it? He nodded eagerly. He was still satisfied with his girlfriend's omurice, but a bit of weariness left in his eyes told him that he should drink something sugary.
Something grinded inside the door - ice being crushed, Jordan realized - and the machine grunted a thick goopy orange liquid that piled into the tall metal cup. Mikasa pushed a cabinet open and pulled out a small dish, where she sliced an orange into four thin slices, depositing two into a completed smoothie and two more into another that was already filling up. Jordan watched with astonishment as her painted black fingernails closed around a couple of ice cubes and plopped them into the middle of her smoothie mix.
Mikasa put a big plastic straw into her completed smoothie and handed it to Jordan, who looked down into it. It was orange, with orange slices in it. He could see the two ice cubes that his girlfriend had deposited into them sinking into the thick mixture. Eagerly, he sipped on the straw and felt sweet fruity goodness begin to melt onto his tongue. He looked at the still-changing image on the wall. They were slowly floating over the bridge that went over the exit of their city. He felt like an angel flying over the every day people.
"SLUUURP!" Mikasa happily sucked on her own smoothie and pushed herself back into her red rubber seat. "What do you want to do?" She asked Jordan. "I don't have any good ideas for today~. I just wanna spend quality time with my Jordan-kun~." She quietly sipped on her beverage, and Jordan's spine shook. He hadn't expected to be put on the spot like this.
"Eh? Ah... It's still pretty early. Maybe we could find somewhere nice to stretch our legs and walk around? Somewhere natural?" Jordan said. He hadn't really thought about his request, he had just said the first thing that came to mind. Mikasa listened and nodded.
"Ahh! That's totally a great idea!" Mikasa squeezed her smoothie to her generous chest and took a big sip. "There's this really cute walking trail I saw on TikTok that I want to try out. Sound good?" Mikasa offered.
Jordan nodded. It was cold outside in the morning, but a walk would surely warm him and Mikasa up. The ice of the smoothie was starting to chill his bones - if he got out and he was chilled again, he'd be miserable! Ah - he thought, he could use that as an excuse to get close to his girlfriend... Maybe getting chilly wasn't such a bad idea, he thought.
"Pilot! Can you bring us out to Victory Island? There should be a pad on the eastern side of the island you can use." The pilot returned a grunted confirmation, and Jordan felt the ground under his feet shift once again. As instantly as Mikasa's desires were formed in her head, they were filled. Jordan blinked in amazement at the somehow genie-like power that his girlfriend had over the world. Mikasa, her breasts wobbling between her arms, motioned him to sit next to her.
"Look!" She proclaimed. Jordan looked at her phone, and Mikasa showed off a series of photos on Instagram. The trail she was referring to was a large ocean-side trail that was overshadowed by a huge northeastern forest mixture of trees. In fall, the trees leaves would bloom into a beautiful mixture of reds, yellows and oranges. In spring, the buds on the trees would flower all at once, introducing beautiful drifting pedals to the trail. These two events were to die for, the social media pictures assured the couple.
"I want to go all the way to the end with you!" Jordan said. He had first thought to say something more demure, or ask a question, but he wanted to express his love for Mikasa. His cute stacked Asian girlfriend blushed, her cute pale face turning a radiant pink at Jordan's exclamation.
"Come here, pookie." Mikasa grabbed Jordan and pulled him into her arms. Jordan felt a great warmth from inside her, and his face was wedged between her two elephantine breasts once again. Those two great globs of milk-meat were Jordan's cushions as his beautiful girlfriend smooched him on the lips over and over like a hummingbird gently poking at a feeder.
"Oh..." Mikasa got distracted from their love-making and the fighting of their lips by something on the screen. Jordan's breath felt like it was stolen as a sudden concern washed over Mikasa's expression. He followed her gaze to one side of the cabin, where at the very bottom, four cars had all slammed into one another, Broken pieces of plastic seemed as small as motes of television static down there on the tiny city streets.
"Will they be okay?" Mikasa asked innocently. Jordan looked up at her for a moment. He had no power of life or death over those people, so why did she ask him? Did she want to be reassured? He looked back at the accident, and spied a speeding white bullet parting the oceans of traffic and heading towards the pile-up.
"Look. There's an ambulance heading towards them. I'm sure they'll be alright." Jordan commented. Mikasa's expression immediately flew from concern to delight.
"Aww, Jordan-kun! You're very observant~!" Jordan looked at the ambulance and felt her arms wrap around him once again. His attention was pulled from the scene of human misery to his girlfriend's arms. Her breasts, almost as big as medicine balls, became his warm comforting embrace once again. Despite himself, he forgot about the pains of the other realm and felt himself harden once again.
Mikasa's plump lips became a hypnotic force for Jordan, asserting a pull on his mind and his body that was irresistible. He felt her humming as she ate his mouth, her long wet tongue pushing into his small crevices. "Nnnnhhh~." Mikasa groaned as her wet lips crossed with his and she pulled his head towards hers with a possessive hand which snaked around the back of his head. Jordan knew in that moment he was the luckiest man alive.
Inside of his girlfriend's curves and her mouth, there was no greater reality that could trump her. The journey which took almost an hour melted away into a single moment of connection between the two.
The illusion broke for Jordan as he felt a sudden small wrenching force. The quadcopter had landed, and the strange grinding twist of the landing told Jordan that they hadn't landed on something artificial. He blinked for a second. The displays which showed the outside of the quadcopter had been shut off after being ignored for so long. Instead, the dark black plastic of the screens showed nothing more than his own reflection.
Mikasa pushed past him for a moment, allowing him to admire her enormous rear. She pulled the door open and looked outside. The sun had risen during their journey, now arching high into the blue sky. Clouds were small and sparse, not daring to obstruct the sun's gaze upon them. Indeed, they had not landed upon a helipad. Instead, they had landed in a clearing seemingly made for the purpose of being a temporary landing pad. Jordan watched as the pilot conferred with Mikasa for a moment.
DING-DING! Mikasa's phone began to ring, and Jordan's girlfriend pulled it out of the shoulder bag she had chosen to accompany her trim black cocktail dress. Her expression fell when she saw who it was. Mikasa briefly showed Jordan her smartphone's screen - Daddy was on the front. She turned it back towards herself and poked the front, and then stuck her phone by her ear.
"Daddy! Big smooches. How are you?" Mikasa said, her words falling from her tongue as quick as she could think of them. "Uh huh. Okay, I'll listen." Jordan realized that her father had something important to say to her, and he turned away.
Jordan took the time to appraise his surroundings more. The leaves hadn't quite turned into that beautiful collage of color yet. Instead, they stuck to their branches in proud green, with only a few traitors having turned into that crispy yellow. Jordan spied a wooden beam acting as a guardrail far away. There was a footpath beaten into the mowed grass going from this clearing towards that guardrail. Jordan presumed that beyond the guardrail lied the ocean. He couldn't quite see it from where he was standing, but he smelled it - that huge salty smell that separated the smaller bodies of water from the one that had conquered the Earth's surface.
"Yes Daddy, classes are going well. Yes Daddy, the professors like me." Mikasa nodded into the phone. She confirmed with her father that, in essence, her pursuit of her business degree was going well. She repeated that she'd made many friends in high places. She'd been to several foreign countries on "learning trips" where the children of elites rubbed shoulders. Every one of her achievements made Jordan feel small. Jordan was just a university student who happened to ask Mikasa out, and Mikasa had fallen for him hard.
Jordan briefly let his culture shock wash over him. The helicopter pilot was leaving the helmet in the cockpit, and preparing to follow them as they took their walk. In other words, he was serving as both a pilot, a bodyguard, and a butler for his lover. Jordan had never imagined he'd be near a butler in his life, except perhaps if he was working as dinner staff for an elite party. He had just ridden in a helicopter, been served an orange smoothie from that helicopter, and now they were going to take a walk on what looked to be an island exclusively accessible by the rich. Jordan thought he must have accumulated some number of good deeds in his previous life in order to find himself here.
"Yes Daddy. Did you get the reservation like I asked? I got the grades, after all. You did! Great! I can't wait to tell Jordan!" The pair peeked at each other as Mikasa spoke into her phone. "Or maaaaybe I'll keep it as a surprise for the end of our date today. Yes! Talk to you later Daddy. Much love. Bye-bye!" Mikasa poked her phone's screen again, her smile dropped and an exasperated expression fell over her face instead.
"Daddy's always so worried about my grades. I don't get it! I'm just going into his company anyway..." Mikasa complained.
"You still need to be a good boss." Jordan replied.
"Mmh. That's true." Mikasa replied. Jordan felt somehow as if she was brushing him off, but he ignored it. "Look, Jordan! What do they say in anime? It's the oceaaaa~n!" Mikasa walked forwards, and Jordan let the cool ocean breeze wash over his hair. His girlfriend's dress, tight as it was, washed over her body and displayed her figure like a Greek statue. The tight bottom of the dress slowed her down. Jordan understood immediately that this dress wasn't one that you run in. It contained her breasts and ass like a jug contained too much water: barely and with great tension.
This slow pace suited Jordan just fine. He got to take in the cool breeze, watch his stacked girlfriend wobble to and fro down the walking path, and enjoy the wonderful end-of-summer day. Mikasa smiled at him, her almond-shaped eyes winking into beautiful curls with long eyelashes. Jordan wanted that moment to last forever.
The cool breeze was easier to get used to under the light of the sun. Its warmth made Jordan's pulse calm down as he watched the leaves fluttering against one another. As the pair walked out of the clearing, the footpath narrowed and the cliff that lead to the ocean came closer. Jordan peered out over the edge. Waves broke over each other and crashed into the rocks far below them. Mikasa absentmindedly threw a rock over the edge and watched it tumble off a rock and into the foamy waves.
Mikasa was a wonder to behold as she slowly tottered down the dusty foot path. Jordan wrapped his arms around her when she shivered due to the wind, and he realized he wasn't the only one who had a chill. His girlfriend responded by pushing her behind into Jordan, making his jaw drop as the sudden stimulation almost made his tiny cock squirt again. Mikasa smirked as she looked behind her to see her boyfriend's shocked face.
"Feel good?" Mikasa joked. Jordan looked panicked at the bodyguard behind them, but he appeared to be turned away and fiddling with his phone for a moment. His gaze turned back to Mikasa, who wiggled her dress-covered tushy all over his crotch. He was going to squirt! Squirt!
At the last second, Mikasa pulled herself away from him. Jordan felt like a vacuum opened up between them, and for a brief mindless moment he wanted to hump her leg until he finished. But his human side responded with disgust, and he grabbed her hand boldly instead. Mikasa shook as she felt him push his fingers between her own, and held his palm close. Her face was a delicious peachy pink that Jordan wanted all to himself.
"Ooooh! Look at that corner! We can totally get a great picture together standing on the edge!" Mikasa pointed ahead at a point in the guardrail where the cliff extended out into the ocean for a few dozen meters. She was right - Jordan agreed that it would be a great place for a photo. His stomach churned as he looked at the jagged cliff face, but the guardrails reassured him. His girlfriend let go of his fingers in order to scoot ahead of him - which was a difficult task in the tight cocktail dress she had on.
Mikasa's ass... Her dress was just shiny enough to make her enormous butt balloons sticky out from her backside, shaking up and down as she tried to scoot away from him. The sight made Jordan's body fill with vigour - that enormous pile of meat was his! A thought started to fill his head - he didn't want to let her sleep tonight! He had somehow forgotten what he'd done with her last night, but that body makes him want to jump up and down and hoot like a gorilla! That enormous back-breaking butt hump was his, baby! His!
Jordan followed after her, enjoying the slosh of her bra-breaking breasts as she turned to look back at him. Mikasa pulled her phone out of her purse again and quickly started to peck a few times at its surface. She hadn't looked at it for more than a second when she glanced back at Jordan and hurried him over to her.
Jordan jogged out to the cliff point where his girlfriend awaited. She extended her arm towards him and he hugged her close. She smiled and pulled him in for a warm, close hug. Her body was thick and squishable and, just like on the quadcopter, Jordan felt her breasts and plush thighs cushion and warm him. She held him close, wiggling her thighs between his legs as if to entwine them even further. For a moment, Jordan looked out at the ocean and saw a sea made of gemstones, even realer than reality itself.
"Look this way!" Mikasa asked, and Jordan flipped his head to face the way she was facing. Mikasa was holding her phone far away from her, the screen showing the pair of them smushed together inside the camera view. Jordan squeezed closer and pushed a smile onto his face, and Mikasa hit the button on her screen with her long black nail. A flash appeared on the screen and Jordan saw himself captured there, Mikasa holding him between her breasts, and Jordan's face looked excited, exasperated and blushing all the way up to his cheekbones.
Mikasa snapped another picture. This one had Jordan wide-eyed and surprised, and the third picture had Jordan's eyes welded shut as Mikasa smooched him greedily on the cheek. Jordan's girlfriend wouldn't stop smooching him and embarrassing him, taking pictures over and over to show her love. Jordan felt her heart racing, and knew that she truly enjoyed teasing him like this, and he enjoyed being teased.
"Ahh! Excuse me, can I ask-- Are you Mikasa Sato? Mikasasa on Insta?" A new voice came into the group. Jordan hadn't been expecting anyone else, but realized that the walking path was open to the public. He looked at the source of the voice.
The woman who approached them was stunning - that was the first word that came to mind. Her soft brown hair was done up in a single hair bun, with a hair stick ending in a flowery decoration keeping it together. Wispy sidelocks framed her picture perfect face, as if someone had pasted a Korean Instagram model's face onto a real person. She was dressed in a patterned flowery camisole with a puffy pink jacket over it - and somehow, the woman's breasts were almost as big as Mikasa's! Her hips and butt weren't quite so gargantuan, Jordan noted, fitted into a tight black pair of dolphin shorts. Her slender long legs ended in black and white high top sneakers, and she carted around a black shoulder bag to carry her various accoutrements.
"I am! Oh my gosh, you're totally Hyun-Ah Soon! I've liked three dozen of your pics! Didn't you go to Cancun earlier this year?" Mikasa opened her mouth and praise spilled out like water from the mouth of a fountain's gargoyle. Jordan's gaze flicked between the two of them as they talked about their respective social media accounts. Jordan wasn't in this world at all - he was just a normal college student, albeit a bit older than most.
The two ladies chattered on and on, and Jordan could only try and keep up, like watching a sport he was utterly unfamiliar with. Instead, Jordan's eyes were glued to their chests. Hyun-Ah's chest was enormous just like his girlfriend's, two wobbling milk bags that felt like they would pop the tiny camisole trying to keep them inside. Jordan could see a bra peeking out from the sides of her arms - she had a specially-designed bra just like Mikasa did! Jordan watched as Hyun-Ah took a picture with his girlfriend. It felt like he was watching two celebrities meet in real time, but he only knew who one of them was.
"Jordan? You okay?" Mikasa whispered to him, walking over to examine her beloved. He was blushing, and could only stammer out a brief apologies for ogling her friend.
Mikasa's smile turned slightly sad, and she put an arm behind Jordan's head and pulled him into her cleavage. "Don't be so dumb~. You're my number one forever, sweetie~." Jordan pushed himself into that pile of boob and let his concerns melt into those plush pillows. Mikasa put her arms around his back and swung him back and forth a little bit. Jordan couldn't help but get a tiny stiffy at the affection.
The pair turned the corner finally, giving Hyun-Ah a quick goodbye and a promise to meet for lunch and get to know each other some time. After that, they continued down the dirty path along the ocean. Jordan watched the trees and pointed out birds to Mikasa, with each new feathered friend she saw making her delightful smile return to her face. Jordan didn't mention to her that he only saw cops and old people around. Due to the lack of other visitors besides the elderly and Hyun-Ah, the only person that Jordan could focus on was his beautiful curvy girlfriend Mikasa.
To watch Mikasa walk was like watching a waiter carry around dozens of stacked plates on his arm, watching as every move creates a counter-movement and response from her breasts and ass. All squished together inside her tiny cocktail dress, Jordan could swear that he could see Mikasa's big puffy areolae even through her dress and bra! The side slit seemed not to just be a fashion statement, but a necessary pressure release valve so that her dress fit on her body at all!
For a moment, Jordan imagined her naked. Her pale Japanese breasts, bigger than her own head, laid out before him like a sushi platter. He imagined her legs spreading, her wet pussy glistening all for him. He couldn't help becoming more perverted! Mikasa's body became a sexual display all by moving. Even the simple action of walking around became a lewd, multisensory erotic experience for Jordan, so long as he was with her.
The couple passed by a small forest, walking away from the cliff-side for a bit in order to explore the forest that surrounded it. Jordan helped her climb over a small bridge made of driftwood and carefully constructed by a group of local children, or so the placard next to it read. To descend down a small hill, Mikasa had to hop down some small rocks - not an easy feat in heels! Her body became a wobbling, quaking mountain as she hopped down, her breasts bouncing and her dress almost revealing her crotch past her knees! Jordan pretended not to notice, and Mikasa pretended not to enjoy his attention.
Finally, after hours of walking, Jordan found himself next to a small white house and a clearing with a huge quadrocopter in it. They had gone in a big loop, Jordan realized! The small white house and clearing was their starting point, and after a fun day of exploring the island, they'd ended up where they'd started. While going through the woods and over creeks and over piles of stone, Jordan had thought they were exploring. But it seemed that the path had been neatly arranged to place them back where they started. Even their bodyguard had kept up with them all day - Jordan had spotted him taking a few pictures for his family throughout their walk. Somehow, a deep part of Jordan felt as if he was a dog that had been taken on a walk, instead of a hike with his girlfriend.
The bodyguard jogged to the quad-copter's cockpit and donned his helmet yet again. The electric hum of the engines started once again, and Jordan felt air begin to pass under his loose shirt. Mikasa jiggled ahead of him, opening the door just like she did when they first set out. Jordan thanked her and climbed inside, remembering to click his seatbelt this time. Mikasa smiled, closed the door and piled into the seat next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes in a serene expression.
The g-forces hit Jordan's shoulders again, and he felt the quad-copter take off. This time, the simulated windows on the edge of the cabin activated automatically, and Jordan watched the path that the couple had walked grow smaller and smaller. What seemed like a huge journey became just another small artery inside the monstrous organism known as a city. He tried to keep his eyes on the shrinking location they had visited, but the journey made it impossible. His gaze on their date spot broke when Mikasa stated something.
"I'm hungry." Mikasa said. Jordan looked at her for a moment, and then at the smoothie maker. He hadn't really considered food, the material matters of their date having been bounced out of his memory by Mikasa's massive mammaries.
"I'm hungry!" Mikasa repeated. Jordan blinked, and then realized what she was doing.
"What do you want to eat?" He asked. This was a strange part of the courtship ritual - for some reason, men needed to make the offer to eat around Misaka. Maybe it was a part of how she dieted? Or maybe she didn't like taking responsibility for choosing bad meal spots... Either way, this was how they operated.
Mikasa smiled simply, and replied: "I don't know, what do you want to eat?"
Jordan almost sighed out loud. Why were women like this? It wasn't just Mikasa. They'd ask what you wanted to eat, and then when you told them, they'd say what they actually wanted. Why not just start with that? This aspect of courtship was something Jordan hated...
"Honestly, I could go for a nice slice of pizza." Jordan admitted. Mikasa's smile grew strained, the folds of her face becoming more apparent.
With a slight roll of her eyes, Mikasa replied, "I wanted something nice and fishy like bluefin tuna. All that salty air made me crave it." Jordan's face fell. He really did want pizza. He liked sushi, but Mikasa was a huge fan, and they often had it delivered or made by a live-in chef. Eating anything too often would make someone dislike it.
Mikasa noted Jordan's expression, and said: "Aww, don't worry sweetum," and she pulled Jordan onto her lap like she had on the way over. As her plushy chest puppies warmed his back, he couldn't help but relax. She whispered to him, "I'd never disappoint you~. Let's get something great that both of us will like." Mikasa smooched Jordan on the nape of her neck, and snatched her phone out of her fancy black purse again. She tapped on the screen, and her expression lit up.
"Daddy got us the reservation! Ah, this is gonna be so awesome~." Mikasa crooned. She asked the pilot to navigate somewhere - Jordan didn't know the address - and the quadcopter shifted silently. If the slight g-forces and the window outside didn't tell Jordan he was in a flying vehicle, he could have sworn he was being driven in a luxury sedan.
Before long, Jordan saw their destination: the top of a mountain, with a long black road snaking up it in a long spiral. On top was a huge parking lot filled with cars, and next to it, a multi-building restaurant complex!
"La Rossa! Daddy's being so nice. He says he and his friends love this place. I can't wait to try it out!" Mikasa chirped.
"You haven't been here before?" Jordan asked.
"No! Daddy says it costs way too much to eat here all the time, unless someone else is paying." Mikasa noted.
Jordan looked down at the parking lot again. It was packed. There was even a private helipad near the back, and they gently touched down upon it with expert piloting skills from the driver in the front. Jordan thought it was an even better landing than the first time. However, his thoughts ran out of his head again as he looked at how Mikasa's thigh curved up into the cross-lace that covered the side slit on her dress. That peek made Jordan want to explode!
"Jordan! Wanna drive?" Mikasa pointed at a small golf cart with a professional-looking LA ROSSA logo on the side. The white seats looked so clean that the owners would sue you if you sat on them. Jordan panicked a little as he understood what his girlfriend was asking for. "Come onnnn. Dummy, you can do it! Show me what you got!"
With his girlfriend's encouragement, Jordan walked to the left side of the vehicle and got into the front seat. The controls were as he expected, and Mikasa pointed out the shifter and key ignition. Jordan twisted the key, pulled the shifter into drive, and scooted forwards.
"Woohoo!" Mikasa yelled in a fit of adrenaline. She watched the people walking from the back of the parking lot to the front and laughed at them, her privilege pushed in the face of the lessers. Jordan couldn't laugh, having been one of them until not so long ago, but the thrill of driving a golf cart instead of walking through a parking lot wasn't one he'd forget. It felt like he'd gone to Disneyworld just for dinner.
The air was cool up on the mountain, and the remaining length to the top cast a shadow over the restaurant as the sun turned halfway between the middle of the sky and the sunset horizon. The shadow of the mountain's peak made the tiki torches designating the limits of the restaurant stand out all the more. Jordan approached the wall of torches near the entrance, parked next to a well-paid-looking valet. The valet took their cart as Jordan got out and gave his hand to Mikasa, who took his whole arm as they walked towards the large fashionable black doors of La Rossa.
Jordan bravely led the way, pushing the doors open. He felt a great vacuum behind the doors pushing back, as if even the air of the restaurant was rejecting his low class. Behind him, Mikasa took the lead and pulled his arm towards the clerk behind a big wooden lectern.
"Name?" The well-dressed waiter asked.
"Sato, please, for two." Mikasa stated plainly. The waiter glanced at his list of reservations, and Jordan noticed a huge metal plate on the front of the lectern that said: "NO SEATING WITHOUT RESERVATION." Like a great big gate, the restaurant put those words in gold plating to ensure that people like him knew their place. Of course, considering how important Mikasa's father was, and that he had gotten them these reservations, he knew there would be no issue.
"Yes, please follow me. We have your father's favorite booth." Mikasa's eyes glittered with happiness. Jordan dutifully followed after her and observed his surroundings. It was as if he had stumbled into a pocket dimension, where reality was more real somehow. He peeked at the clientele in their private booths when he got the chance. The men were square-jawed and have the perfect amount of stubble. The women seemed like Instagram models, and every imperfection on their faces had been somehow sanded away by Photoshop made real. He noticed famous actors, industry movers and shakers, and the important people of the world.
Jordan felt small. Everyone here had a Wikipedia page - except him. He almost felt as if he should become a part of the decorations instead of a person. Being here felt wrong for him, as if he had cheated somehow and ended up in a place where people mattered, and there was a sense he had that he did not matter, at least not as much as these people.
"Jordan-kun~." Mikasa called out to him with a little peak at the end of her pet-name for him. "Follow close." She rubbed his shoulder, shaking him out of his existential dread with a muted smile.
The waiter led the pair to a booth seat on the wall, with a big multi-colored stained glass lamp hanging above them. The dim of the lightbulb was adjustable with a sliding switch on the wall. Plates and silverware were already laid out for them, and delicate patterned white napkins were contained in shining black and gold holders. Mikasa put her purse on one side, and Jordan settled into the other side uncomfortably.
"This place looks crazy expensive..." Jordan started, mentioning the first thing that came to mind - the opulence.
"Aww, but you're not looking at anything but ME, are you? Your eyes have been all over me today, dirty boy~." Mikasa teased. Jordan reached for a glass of water, but his arm shuddered as she called him perverted. He looked around briefly to see if anyone saw - but these booth seats were as private as could be. They could discuss planning a murder and not a soul would ever hear them.
"O-Of course I've been looking! How could I not? You're so beautiful that even the trail we went on today was small compared to you." Jordan spoke his mind, not intending to flirt with Mikasa but simply state his worldview. On the other hand, Mikasa's whole body quaked with happiness as she heard words that made her heart flutter. Her huge breasts bunched up between her arms as she tried to control herself and failed. Her hands dashed out and picked up Jordan's, her eyes twinkling like pools of water.
"Jordan-kun! You're so-- How do you just pull these lines out of nowhere!" She held his fingers tight and rejoiced, and then continued. "So like, how is college going for you? I should have asked at breakfast." Mikasa said.
"Uhm, good. The teachers are friendly and the tests aren't too hard." Jordan said, and trailed off. "I wish I had a big job so I could pay for this. It makes me ashamed as a man, hehe..." He admitted.
"Huh? Haven't I been paying for everything for months?" Jordan felt his heart drop into his stomach. It was true, yet Mikasa never mentioned it. Money was no object for her. He had to admit that as a breadwinner, he had won exactly zero breads in their relationship. He was not the one with money. Hell, Mikasa could probably purchase his family home in cash without even thinking about it.
"Aww, sweetum. Don't worry. Money isn't worth a lot to me. Of course, I get that it's valuable, but for me, you're worth so much more." She said. Mikasa's words reached Jordan, and he smiled and gripped onto her hand in response. That meant a lot to him.
The two talked about meaningless topics for a while, and soon two pairs of dishes were brought to them in a huge five-person procession. One after the other, plates arrived: grilled bluefin tuna with lemon rice and salted Brussel sprouts, and an entire pizza with olives and pepperoni, glistening and lightly oiled to perfection. Yet the pair had never ordered. A bottle of wine and two glasses were delivered, along with ice-cold glasses of water to wash it down with. A sommelier chef even drizzled a brown sauce onto Mikasa's plate in a huge ring from two feet up without missing a drop. For the rich, no expense is spared.
"Did- Did we tell them what we wanted?" Jordan asked.
"Oh, I told the pilot and I think he must have told someone else to get the food ready for us. Why wait when we can dig in immediately?" Mikasa stated flatly. Once again, Jordan felt a measure of culture shock run through him. He wanted to laugh. Ah, so the food came automatically as if by magic for her, too? Why not?
It didn't take long for Jordan and Mikasa to dig in. Jordan pulled a steaming-hot slice of pizza out of the circular pie and ladled it into his plate with his fingers, trying his best not to burn himself with gooey cheese. Mikasa gently picked up her silverware and cut into her fish, putting a small bit over some lemon rice and eating the mixture. Both of them cooed at once. The flavors were exquisite. Hot cheese and oily pepperoni mixed together to make an unforgettable saucy explosion in Jordan's mouth. Inside Mikasa's mouth, she tasted the subtly seared bluefin against the tang of the lemon rice and squealed with glee. The food wasn't worth the inflated cost, but it was trying its best to convince the pair it was!
Mikasa lifted the white wine she had poured for herself, and Jordan put down his pizza slice to lift his own cup.
"Cheers!" Jordan said.
"To us!" Mikasa replied.
The pair lifted their glasses and felt smooth tangy white wine spill down their throats. A drop fell onto Mikasa's cleavage, and Jordan's eyes followed the wayward droplet as it cascaded into Mikasa's cleavage. For a moment it was so tight that the droplet stopped at the boundary between her two massive breasts, but as Mikasa took a deep breath of satisfaction, her breasts parted enough to let the white wine drip between them. Jordan slurped up a bit of drool, and whether it was from the pizza or the woman in front of him, he couldn't tell. He blushed uncontrollably, making Mikasa notice where his eyes were leading once again.
He felt something on his leg - something hard. It was Mikasa's heel, and she was rubbing his inner leg underneath the tablecloth gently. "Mmh~. Today made me decide." Mikasa started. Jordan felt a bit lost - what had she decided?
"What?" Jordan asked, his mouth still full of cheese and sauce.
"I think I want you to drop out of university and be my full-time boyfriend ♥" Mikasa said. Jordan was caught speechless. He felt his throat contract. Drop out of university? Only the fact that he hadn't been swallowing kept him from choking on his meal.
Mikasa noted his shock and leaned forwards, showing him her head-engulfing mega-cleavage. "Isn't it useless for you, anyway? My father owns a Fortune 500 company, and I'm his daughter, right? If you need a job, we'll give you a corner office and team to do nothing with. So what's the point in getting a degree? Do you want to go further in to debt?" Mikasa's points kept on flowing. Jordan's heart began to beat like a drum. The concept of disappointing his parents floated through his head. Though, wasn't the point of going to college in order to get a job like the one Mikasa was describing? Wasn't this just a shortcut to success?
"Are you sweating, dear?" Mikasa asked.
"No, um, the pizza is h-hot." Jordan stumbled. His thoughts raced. He felt deeply humiliated at his powerlessness. A contrarian part of him wanted to bark back that he would get his OWN job and make his OWN money - but why? To suffer and fall and be laid off like so many other people his age? He loved Mikasa, but should money enter into things? Jordan decided to let his heart decide, and the words that came out of his mouth surprised even him.
"Honestly, wouldn't our future be more secure if we got married?" Jordan asked. He realized what he had said and his heart practically broke his rib by thumping too hard. He watched as Mikasa's face turned as bright-red as his normally was. She shut up, stopped eating, and held on close to Jordan's hand.
"You mean it?" Mikasa asked.
"Yeah." Jordan confirmed. Mikasa's whole body squirmed in her seat. Somehow with just a phrase, he had reversed their position. He felt Mikasa start to massage his fingers, tickle his palms and grow more and more passionate.
"Are you good enough to marry me?" She asked. Jordan felt like he was going to cry, but he answered as plainly as he could.
"Yeah." Like a broken-record made of false confidence, he repeated his earlier answer.
"You want to be my husband, the husband of the woman who's going to inherit a company that makes more than your entire bloodline has ever made in their lives, combined?" Mikasa's eyes searched his expression. More than crying, Jordan felt a bit nauseous. She continued to massage his fingers, and he could only say what he felt he must.
"Yes." He nodded again. He thought he was serious, but part of him wasn't sure.
"Aaaah!" Mikasa cooed. She felt her hard heel start to rise up and push against his tiny cock directly. With her stiletto heel, she circled his tiny package like an exploring finger. "For real? With a wedding bell and guests and white dresses and everything?" She started to stroke his cock with her heel.
The pizza, the ambience, the marriage, and Mikasa's heel... And poor Jordan was a quickshot already. SPLURT! A wet stain appeared on Jordan's pants as he came pathetically. He made an O-face briefly, and Mikasa realized what had happened. A blush appeared on her before she tamped it down and took another bite out of bluefin tuna.
"E-Even if I'm not adequate, I still want to marry you, Mikasa!" Jordan stumbled out. It was Mikasa's turn to be silent and glum as the depth of Jordan's affections echoed inside of Mikasa. The excessively curvy Japanese girl stewed inside herself, thinking as she continued her meal.
"It's okay, Mikasa, I really am serious. Please consider it!" Jordan said.
"U-Um, eat, pp-please." Mikasa stuttered. Jordan cocked his head. She never stuttered. He must have really hit a weak point inside his girlfriend if she was affected this much. Maybe underneath her strong confident exterior, she was more romantic than she seemed?
Jordan followed her order and ate most of the pizza. As soon as he was done, he noticed that only a few scraps of the tuna, rice and brussels sprouts were left on Mikasa's plate. Both of them had inhaled their food and enjoyed it the entire time. The waiter was quickly dismissed with a credit card extended from Mikasa's hand. Doubtlessly her father would be taking up the bill... If he even cared about this charge on his card at all.
Jordan was more concerned with the flush on Mikasa's face, which refused to leave no matter what happened. That flush held on her face as the two exited the restaurant, drove back to the quad-copter, got out of the golf cart, got into the quadcopter, and took off. Somehow, Jordan's eyes never drifted to her impressive rack or her wobbling ass. Her blush was like the light of the sun, shining brightly long after the real sun had set over the purple horizon.
"Let's head home immediately." Mikasa stated. Her voice wobbled a bit, as if she had something stuck in her throat. Her thighs quivered slightly. That damn blush still hadn't left her face! Jordan's head swam with ambiguous tension. Did he make her mad? He never wanted to do that. He was completely devoted to his hyper curvy Asian rich girlfriend. The slight bobbing of the quad-copter in turbulence was nothing compared to the turbulent seas inside of Jordan's heart.
When the quadcopter landed and Mikasa pulled the quiet sliding door open, the howling wind made Jordan jump with surprise. It was there again: the city that seemed like a living being. Now it felt so much more obvious: with buildings like organs, roads like veins, and cars like blood cells, he was seeing a living creature underneath him. The cold tongues of the wind chilled his arms.
Mikasa reached towards Jordan and grabbed his forearm pulling him closer to her. She slipped her hold onto his wrists and pulled impatiently. Jordan walked behind her, the cold wind and tall heights making him shiver. His heart wavered and he looked at Mikasa. Her gaze back, returned right into Jordan's brown eyes, was one that Jordan swore had hearts in it. Her pupils wavered, and Jordan noticed that her pale skin had accumulated a pheromone-laden sweat.
As the couple got to the stairs, Mikasa let go of her boyfriend's hand and went ahead. There, Jordan watched as Mikasa put on a subtle show for him. She pulled the collar of her dress forwards, showing off the contents to him above her. Jordan squinted and in the fluorescent stair lights, he swore he could see a quarter-sized nipple twitching inside her bra. Jordan held back a choked moan.
The pair descended a few more steps and Mikasa raised her hand before-- CLAP! Slapping her enormous thick behind! Just the sight made Jordan want to hump his hand like a rutting dog! Thick ripples of creamy force shook through her double-stacks of thick wobble-meat contained just barely inside that shiny black cocktail dress.
"Jordaaa~n?" Mikasa asked politely for his attention.
"Y-unh- Yes?" Jordan cut off his groan, still staring at her wobbling booty.
"Can you do me a big favor and wait by the infinity pool... Naked?" Mikasa's whole body shook as she intoned the last word. Jordan almost shot off the side of the deck like a lit firework.
"Naked!? It's' freezing up here, and the water will be even colder!" Jordan protested.
"Nooo, sweetie... We have a water warmer! It will be worth it. I promiseee~." Mikasa cooed. Jordan couldn't help but acquiesce to her request. Mikasa wiggled her fingers at him to say goodbye and went into her condo and started turning on lights.
Jordan crossed the veranda and rounded past the small exotic plant on the edge of the house. On the other side was the infinity pool, with water seemingly pouring over the edge of the glass siding into mid-air. Scattered around the pool were mahogany wood pool chairs, and between them were glass tables with carefully secured umbrellas. To the side was a wicker basket containing a never-used inflated pool ball.
Jordan looked around, and stared down at the city again. He started to remove his shirt exploratorily. Why shouldn't he be naked, he reasoned? Nobody can see him. Only Mikasa would ever be witness to his laughably small package. He may hide it in shame, but how will the organism below stop him? What would they do? Nothing. There was nothing they could do.
Jordan flicked his unworn shirt over the unused beachball, and his hand hesitated as a jump of nervous fright stopped him from pulling his trousers down. Was he really going to do this?
He was. His pants hit the floor, and his shivering tiny cock sprang out to meet the world. Cold lashes of freezing air scraped across his now-naked skin. God he was cold. He hoped that Mikasa's claims of "water warmers" were true. He looked down with a stern expression. Two and a half inches, fully erect. He could fit his whole package in a McDonald's fry bag. The small bag.
He looked down at the city below as the lights in the pool started to turn on. Mikasa must have done it, said a thought that flew through his mind. He wondered how many people lived in the city below. A million? No, not that many. Seven hundred thousand? Ahh, but they don't have so many apartments anymore, so... Five hundred thousand?
"Honeyyy!" Mikasa called out to Jordan from behind and he turned to face her. The sight of her blew everything he was thinking away.
Everything from the neck up was exactly the same, but from the collarbone down couldn't be more different. Her black cocktail dress was gone. Instead, a black micro bikini top barely contained her bra-busting mega-melons. You saw the straps digging into the sides and top of her breasts, and you wondered how she fit the tiny shreds of fabric around her rack. She wore a side-tied thong bottom that framed her massive hips. Every move she made turned her whole body, her breasts, ass, thighs, and hips into creamy flan bouncing to and fro. SLOSH-SLOSH!
"Are you okay, sweetum? The cold isn't bothering you too bad, is it?" Mikasa stalked towards Jordan like a panther who had sighted a lonely monkey. Her high heels clacked on the faux wood next to the infinity pool, making every tightly contained curve on her body shake and jiggle. WOBBLE-SLOSH-WOBBLE-SLOSH! Every step was a sexual cascade of overgrown sexual meat. The sight almost made Jordan cum. Instead, a pathetic drool of precum dribbled out of his sad mini-package.
Mikasa watched the thin translucent liquid leak down Jordan's thigh, and licked her lips. "Good job for not cumming all day, Jordan. Especially when I've been trying to make you nut aaa~ll day. You've been a very good boy." Mikasa drew close to Jordan, reaching down and cupping his tiny package. "You can cum now. It's okay~. It's time for us to have lots of fun." The curvy Japanese woman cooed.
She started to rub her fingers along Jordan's tiny shaft, petting it with her small fingertips. "You made me very very excited earlier when you proposed to me." Jordan's blush deepened so much he felt like his face would explode. "You made such a big commitment with such confidence. It made my whole pussy tighten up. Mmh, I love you Jordannn~." She grabbed his pecker with her finger and thumb and started to jerk him off more seriously.
"NHH-OHHH!" Jordan moaned like he had been punched in the stomach. "UH-UH-HHHOHHHH!" He continued his bellows into a mixture of a needy puppy and a wild ape. Mikasa sped up her finger-pumping, pushing one of her enormous breasts into Jordan's face. The scent of her off-white oiled up baby feeders filled Jordan's head like aphrodisiac.
"NNNHHH!" Jordan let himself release. A small white rope of jizz rocketed out of his cock and splattered across the dark faux wood.
"Mmh!" Mikasa cooed and a thick red blush colored her pale face. Jordan realized how quickly he had finished and tried to hide his face in shame.
"Bakaaa!" Mikasa's grin turned feral and she grabbed Jordan's wrists. She pushed her weight against him and wrapped a leg around his ankle. The pair crashed to the ground safely, with Mikasa cushioning her lover from any harm. She stood over him and proudly wobbled her enormous head-cushioning giga-mounds over his face. Jordan blushed and turned away, but Mikasa turned his face back towards hers with an instructive hand.
"I want your shame. I want to see that vulnerability. Show me your weakness, Jordannn~." Mikasa cooed and lowered herself onto Jordan, smothering his face with her musky oiled-up melons. Massive Q-cup breasts, soft and incredibly hot, covered his face and enveloped his eyes and lips with a heavenly embrace.
Then, Mikasa pulled herself down to his knees and laid on top of them carefully. She pushed her torso onto Jordan's hips, leaning those watermelons on top of his crotch.
"Do you want me to give you a titty-plappie, Jordannn~?" Mikasa offered in a sing-songy tone. Jordan's jaw dropped and he started to nod, and then clamped his mouth shut and looked away.
"I'm too small for you to even feel, aren't I?" Jordan growled into his clenched teeth.
Mikasa's delicate fingers caressed his soft chin. "Sweetums... All that matters is that your cock is in my titties. You're going to enjoy this a lot, so just lay back and cum yourself silly honey~." She leaned forwards and crashed into his tiny quivering shaft like a tsunami crashing into a one-story home. Her enormous wobbly cum-gutters overwhelmed Jordan's cock with hot, gooey, fleshy pleasure.
"Awww, Jordan! You've been staring at my enormous milk tanks wobbling back and forth all day! Is one measly load all you can muster? Doesn't the sight of my jiggly butt balloons inside that cocktail dress want to make you cum over and over? Empty everything, sweetums~. Give me your sweet jizzies, Jordaaa~n!" Mikasa leaned forward and back, rocking to and fro to stimulate his small shaft. Jordan's face screwed up - her voice was his hair trigger! He felt another load snaking up into his penis, and then-- SQUIRT!
"HOHHHH!" Jordan groaned, arching his hips upwards to cum inside of Mikasa's breasts like it was her real pussy. Mikasa's eyes fluttered and her blush increased as she realized she made him cum a second time. Her feelings overwhelmed her, and she swooped forwards to kiss her beloved all over. She started at his chin, then kissed a line up his jaw, and then started to plant fat sticky kisses all over his lips. Her continued kissing stimulation made Jordan's orgasm all the more enjoyable and sticky.
A minute later, Jordan's chest was heaving and his breath was steaming the cold end-of-summer-night air. Mikasa hung above Jordan like she was doing a push-up, with hands on either side of his head. She looked utterly enraptured with Jordan - a deep love that he couldn't quite understand.
"Do-do you need anything?" Jordan asked. He wanted to be considerate.
"Nope~. I need you to cum more, and harder. Got it?" Mikasa bluntly instructed her boyfriend. She smiled wide, and got her footing, and then rose up above him. Without Mikasa's warmth, Jordan felt a bit cold again all of a sudden.
Mikasa turned and skip jogged to the edge of the infinity pool. With a carefree hop, she plunged into the depths with a massive SPLOOOSH! Waves of underlit foam rocketed up over the deck in an arc and covered a foot or two of splash zone. Mikasa's curves made a lot of disturbance in the water around her, something Jordan knew well from a trip they had taken a while back. As soon as she went down, she emerged again.
Mikasa after diving in a pool was a sight to behold. Water poured over her cute heart-shaped face, and her long black hair stuck to her head in long straight strands. The impact of the jump made her bikini shift, showing off one of her enormous quarter-sized nipples, as hard as it could get. She bobbed on the surface of the water and gestured to Jordan, pulling her arms forwards over and over. Jordan felt his quickshot cock start to harden again. He thanked God he had a girlfriend as beautiful as her.
Jordan sat on the edge of the pool, shivering as his ankles went under the surface. He realized Mikasa was right - it was warm! Like a shark, the curvy Asian shot between his legs and pushed them open. With a lewd smile, she pushed her face against Jordan's crotch. With one single motion, her plump pair of cock-sucking lips swallowed his tiny package. Her boyfriend gasped and dropped his jaw at the sudden stimulation, and Mikasa took the advantage while his guard was down.
Jordan felt his girlfriend's tongue spin to life like an angry snake dashing against the confines of her cheeks. It spun around his shaft and sucked all along his nutsack. He felt her lap and lick his shaft like a washing machine made out of blowjobs. Her lips sucked on his glans over and over, and he felt something much more powerful approaching than the two orgasms he had before.
Jordan's body reacted instinctively to protect him from the overwhelming pleasure. However, Mikasa was in complete control. Her arms flew around his waist and pulled him towards the water, her fingers intertwining behind his back. He felt a tight grip around his hips. The explosive feeling blasted out of the base of his spine and made him shiver uncontrollably, his toes curling and his muscles flexing. Mikasa looked at his face. Jordan looked like he was having a heart attack. His pleasure made Mikasa's heart flutter.
Jordan ejaculated inside of Mikasa's mouth. Like a gunshot mixed with a nuclear bomb, he felt his body try to spray every drop of hot jizz inside his scrawny balls inside of her lips. Mikasa groaned and hummed with happiness as she felt his load hit the back of her throat. The force was harsh, like a hose's worth of pressure had backed up behind Jordan's glans. He fired rope after rope, a relatively massive amount for Jordan's standards. While it wasn't much in the grand scheme of things, it was liquid warmth for his lover.
Mikasa sucked and sucked, and her hand rubbed herself under the water. His pleasure made her body shake and groan, and she felt her own pleasure reach the top. She cooed with glee, her lips vibrating on Jordan's package and making his ejaculation that much more intense. They had both cum without Jordan putting his cock into her pussy at all.
For a moment, Mikasa stared into Jordan's eyes. Jordan's panting gaze looked deep into her dark pools. He saw something inside her, a deep yearning. She had a fantasy, a forbidden one, about Jordan being much bigger, enough to go as deep inside her as she wants.
"YOINK!" Mikasa chirped as she used her grip on Jordan's thighs to pull him completely into the infinity pool. Jordan gulped and yelled under the well-lit water, feeling a large bubble pop out of his mouth and Mikasa's arms around him. She pushed him upwards and his head burst through the shimmering surface of the water.
"COUGH, COUGH!" Jordan felt his chest seize as he hacked and sputtered after reaching the surface. The surprise had knocked the wind out of his small frame. He watched his girlfriend pop up much more gracefully and lean on the edge of the pool with her elbows. Her breasts bounced below her head on top of the water like twin beach balls.
"Jordan, were you serious? About marrying me?" Mikasa's water-dribbled eyelashes fluttered. Her tone was low and uncertain, which was unusual for the busty heiress.
"Absolutely!" He had no wavering in his voice. Jordan loved Mikasa to pieces, and spending the rest of his life with her would be a dream come true for him. They were young, but he felt strongly that they were two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. "Even if I'm inadequate, I want to grow into a stronger person for you!" He declared his intent to become more powerful.
Mikasa's eyes glittered. Jordan couldn't tell if she had tears in them or if that was pool water. Somehow, he almost heard the thumping of her romantic heart from inside her chest. She looked at her condo, at the city, and at the invisible black horizon underneath the stars.
"That's all I need~♥" Mikasa cooed and pulled him into a loving embrace.