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Yanagi crossed her legs, pencil skirt tightening around her thighs as she cradled her work phone between shoulder and ear.
The glass lenses of her oval spectacles caught the overhead light, glinting as she smiled down at the little boy pressed close to her side.
Wise.
Even now, he could barely sit still, fidgeting on the office sofa with his short legs dangling and his cheeks flushed.
But she kept her composure. Of course she did. Belle needed reassurance today, and Yanagi was nothing if not diligent about her duties. “Oh, Belle, you’re worrying too much,” she said, her tone syrupy smooth. Her free hand drifted below, slow and deliberate, curling around something hard and hot and absolutely gargantuan compared to the petite body it was attached to. “Your little brother is being an absolute angel. I’m making sure he stays out of trouble, just like you asked.”
Wise’s breath hitched as Yanagi’s thumb grazed the swollen, needy tip of his cock. His body may have reverted to that of a child, but his reactions were anything but innocent. The contrast was delicious; the pink flush on his round cheeks, the way he squeezed his small fists in his lap, and above all, the obscene, adult-sized length jutting from his shorts. It was laughably huge compared to his tiny frame, almost comical if it hadn’t made Yanagi’s mouth water.
“Uh-huh… yes, I promise! Wise is right here next to me. We’re just working on some puzzles…” Yanagi’s voice never wavered, though she gave Wise a sly wink, pumping her fist up and down his shaft with slow, decadent strokes. “No, he hasn’t broken anything. In fact, he’s been so well behaved…”
Wise tried to steel himself, but a tremor went through his entire body. Each stroke threatened to send him over the edge. That was the problem these days; everything felt so intense… so much more raw, like his nerves had been rewired for maximum pleasure. And Yanagi wasn’t helping, not one bit. Not with the way she kept glancing down at his cock, not with the way she let her hot breath tickle his ear between words, not with the way her fingers squeezed just a little tighter at the base, drawing a helpless moan from deep in his chest.
Belle’s voice buzzed through the speaker, bright and warm as ever. “That’s such a relief, Yanagi! I was worried he’d get into mischief, but… wow, you really are the best. Thank you for looking after him. It’s gotta be hard, especially with, um… you know, how things are…”
Yanagi’s smirk widened. She pressed her lips to Wise’s temple, letting her hand speed up ever so slightly. The wet sounds of her palm gliding up and down his shaft were barely audible, masked by the faint hum of the office air conditioning. But she knew Wise could hear them. She could feel the way his body tensed with every deliberate pump.
“Oh, it’s no trouble at all, Belle. In fact…” Yanagi’s eyes glittered behind her glasses as she squeezed Wise’s cock, feeling it twitch against her palm. “You can trust me with him anytime. He’s such a good boy when he wants to be.”
Wise clamped his lips shut, fighting not to gasp. He knew he was supposed to be quiet. He knew Belle would freak if she even guessed what was happening. But Yanagi’s hand was relentless, milking him with slow, steady determination. His vision swam with every stroke. His toes curled inside his little sneakers. He clung to the hem of Yanagi’s shirt, desperate for something to ground him—but all he could think about was the heat, the pressure, the way every inch of his cock throbbed under Yanagi’s expert touch.
“Yanagi…!” he hissed, barely above a whisper.
She heard him, of course. She always heard him.
But Yanagi only brought the phone closer to her mouth, as though to let Belle hear every word she spoke. “Yes, Belle? Oh, Wise? He’s right here. Did you want to talk to him?”
For a split second, Wise panicked. He shook his head frantically, but Yanagi just grinned, enjoying every second of his squirming. “He’s a little shy right now. Isn’t that cute?” she crooned. “But I’ll make sure he eats all his snacks and gets plenty of rest. You focus on your commissions, Belle. I’ve got everything under control.”
Belle let out a relieved laugh. “You’re a lifesaver, Yanagi! Really, thank you so much.”
Yanagi’s grip tightened around Wise’s cock, and she twisted her wrist just so, making his whole body jerk. “Of course, Belle. Anything for you.”
She waited until Belle finished her little speech about checking in tomorrow and “telling Wise not to get too rowdy while they figured out a plan to change him back,” then signed off with a chipper goodbye.
“Bye, Belle,” Yanagi sang sweetly. She ended the call with a tap, then immediately set the phone aside. Her whole demeanor shifted in an instant: strict deputy chief to hungry, wicked caretaker in the blink of an eye.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she purred, turning her attention fully to Wise.
He shuddered, barely able to form words. “She… she’s gonna find out… if you keep doing this…!”
Yanagi laughed, low and sultry, and gathered Wise up in her lap. He felt tiny against her, but his cock was still so massive that it looked even more obscene up close, a thick, twitching rod throbbing between his soft thighs. Yanagi wrapped both hands around it now, stroking him in earnest, letting the lewd sounds fill the quiet office.
“Don’t be silly,” she whispered, lips grazing Wise’s ear. “You’re such a good little boy, aren’t you? So brave for your big sister… but you’re even braver for me…”
She pressed her palm to the tip, smearing the clear slickness that had begun to bead there. The smell was thick, heavy, unmistakably dirty. Wise’s hips bucked helplessly in Yanagi’s lap, so small and helpless while his cock throbbed with raw, impossible need. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the rush of heat in his lower belly—or Yanagi’s hands, which never, ever stopped moving.
“Nngh… Yanagi, this is so messed up,” he gasped, fighting to keep his voice down. “I’m just a little kid right now. We really, really shouldn’t…”
Yanagi’s fingers gave his cock a playful squeeze, and she nuzzled his ear with a wicked little grin. “Mmm, but you’re not really a little kid, are you?” Her breath was a hot, teasing curl in his hair. “You’re my precious Wise. All grown up inside… just trapped in a fun-size package.”
He felt the blood rush to his cheeks, combining with the sticky arousal that painted his tip and smeared her elegant fingers. “I’m serious… this isn’t going to last forever, you know? I’ll be back to normal any day now. And then this is going to be—weird. Like, really weird.”
Yanagi snorted, almost laughing at that. She tightened both hands around his shaft and started a new rhythm, slow at the base and then twisting up near the top. “You think I don’t know that? You think I’m not counting the days?”
“Y-you are…?”
“Oh, absolutely.” She licked her lips, not even bothering to hide how much she was enjoying this. “That’s why I want to play with my special boy while I can. Before you get all tall and serious and start treating me like your girlfriend again instead of your… babysitter.”
He shuddered, unable to find a comeback. Yanagi was relentless. She jerked him off with both hands now, and every slippery, lewd stroke made a wet schlurp sound that echoed right in his ears.
God, if someone walked in right now…
His cock twitched at the thought. It was insane, but the risk only made everything feel hotter, more urgent. He clenched his fists, holding tight to Yanagi’s skirt as she worked him over, her glasses flashing with every quick, hungry glance down at his lap.
“You’re such a good boy for me, Wise,” she crooned, letting her thumb swirl over the tip, spreading his pre-cum in lazy circles. “So sensitive… so easy to tease…”
He whimpered. He was totally at her mercy, legs dangling uselessly over her thighs, body tight with anticipation and embarrassment and… need. He couldn’t help it. Yanagi’s hands just felt so good.
“Yanagi, please… someone’s gonna walk in, I swear…” he hissed, not daring to actually push her away. It was pathetic, how much he wanted her to keep going. How much he wanted to remain at her mercy, given their size difference. “You’re really going to get in trouble…”
Her response was a slow, delicious squeeze that made his cock give a violent twitch. “Mmm, you’re leaking so much… You’re such a pervert, Wise. You pretend you want to stop, but your body’s honest. It just wants more from me. More from your babysitter…”
He couldn’t deny it—not when she had him like this, with that look in her eyes and her fingers working him over again and again. The pleasure was building, way too fast, and Yanagi seemed to sense it. She slowed her strokes just enough to make him whine, then sped up again, milking every gasp and tremor. Funny—she was never quite this horny, nor this depraved, when Wise was his older and more normal self. He was learning quite a lot about Yanagi just from this situation he’d found himself in at present. There were fetishes, and then there was… whatever the fuck this was.
“Yanagi…! Ngh, stop, I can’t—it’s too much…!”
But she just giggled, holding him tight, making a show of her hands pumping up and down his oversized cock. The tip was flushed purple and angry, dribbling more and more clear slickness onto her palms.
“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” Her voice was syrupy sweet, so smug. “You’re going to make such a mess… On my hands, on your cute little tummy… You can’t help it, can you?”
Wise’s body went rigid. His breath came in sharp, desperate pants. “Don’t… don’t say stuff like that…”
But Yanagi just laughed, pure delight in every note. “Why not? I love seeing you like this. So needy and cute and helpless… such a precious little boy, Wise…”
He tried to fight it, but it was pointless. His cock jerked in her grip, thick and angry and leaking like crazy. Yanagi pumped with ruthless, expert hands and watched his face with greedy anticipation. “Come on, Wise. Let go for me. Be a good boy and show me how much you love this…”
He couldn't contain himself any longer. The pleasure surged through him like a tidal wave, sharp and overwhelming, and his cock erupted, shooting thick, white ropes of cum that splattered across Yanagi’s wrists and hands. The warm, sticky fluid dripped down, pooling on his own stomach and staining the edge of her crisp shirt with glistening streaks. Each spurt was more intense than the last, leaving a chaotic mess that marked their reckless abandon, a testament to the wild moment they had shared.
“Y-YANAGI…!” he choked out, legs kicking as he shuddered in her lap.
Jets of seed painted her arms, dripping in long ropes down her skin. She just kept stroking, milking every last drop, even while his body shivered helplessly against her. Cum oozed onto his little belly, pooling just below his navel. It was obscene. Embarrassing.
And Yanagi looked absolutely delighted.
“Haha… wow…” She flexed her sticky fingers, watching the mess with fascination. “That’s my Wise. You’re so intense, even like this. It’s adorable…”
He groaned, eyes scrunching shut. “Oh god… it’s everywhere…!”
She didn’t miss a beat. “It sure is! You made a mess all over yourself, and all over me… Guess it’s a good thing our building has on-site showers, huh?”
Wise whimpered again, still catching his breath. “You’re going to get us both in serious t-trouble…”
Incidentally, Yanagi wasn’t worried about trouble. Not when she knew the schedules of all her colleagues and those who might want to get in touch with her. Not when she had the know-how to sneak a dirty little boy out of the office and into her car before a very eager drive back home.
She kept glancing over at him during red lights, those glasses reflecting the city’s neon out on the busy streets. Wise squirmed beneath her gaze. His shorts were hopelessly tented, the aftershocks of his earlier orgasm leaving his cock smeared and glistening and leaking further, a damp stain spreading across the crotch of his tiny pants.
“Keep your seatbelt on, mister,” Yanagi teased, voice sugar-sweet. “We wouldn’t want to get pulled over. Imagine trying to explain this to an officer…”
“God. Don’t even joke about that.” Wise groaned. He tried to glare, but she could see that he was turned on by the risk. His cock twitched every time she so much as looked at it.
It wasn’t long before they reached her house. Yanagi’s bedroom was big and bright, decorated in tasteful shades of cream and blue. The bed was massive, a queen-sized oasis with a plush comforter. Wise had only been here a couple times before, always as a guest, always as an adult.
Now, with his little-kid body, everything looked even bigger. The bed, the closet, the framed photos on the dresser… and, most of all, Yanagi herself. She looked like a goddess as she toed off her heels and closed the door behind them, locking it with a soft click.
“Welcome home, Wise,” Yanagi purred. “You’re going to be staying here for a long, long time, you know? At least until your older sister finishes all those important-sounding commissions of hers…”
A shiver ran up his spine. He wasn’t sure if it was anticipation or just the way she was looking at him, predatory and sweet all at once. Yanagi crouched down in front of him, skirt hugging her hips and her shirt tight across her chest. Her pink hair fell around her face, and her reddish eyes glittered behind her glasses. She was so… so much. Wise couldn’t look away.
She leaned in until they were eye-to-eye. “You’re going to be a good boy for Mommy, right? Come help her undress.”
Wise bit his lip, feeling a ridiculous rush of excitement at the word. “Mommy, huh? You really going all in on this?”
Yanagi just grinned, ruffling his hair. “All in, baby boy. Now come here.”
Her “help” mostly consisted of letting Wise fumble with her buttons, his small fingers having trouble with the fine fabric of her office shirt. Every time he popped a button, more of her creamy skin and lacy bra came into view. Wise’s breath caught. As an adult, he’d never gotten this close to Yanagi’s curves, her body practically begging to be touched.
Yanagi watched him with hooded eyes, letting her shirt fall open. Her bra barely contained her breasts, the dark lace contrasting against her pale skin. “Like what you see?” she teased, shifting so her chest was right in front of Wise’s face.
He nodded like an idiot. “You’re… really hot, Yanagi. Like, wow.”
She laughed, low and indulgent, and stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. “Good boy. Now help Mommy with her skirt, too.”
He did his best, managing to tug her pencil skirt down over her hips. Her thighs were strong and toned, her panties a matching set with the bra. Wise gulped, feeling his cock throb painfully in his sticky, ruined underwear.
Yanagi put her hands on her hips, cocking her head. “Go on. Ask what you were dying to ask.”
He hesitated, cheeks burning. “How long have you… uh… liked little boys like this?”
She didn’t even hesitate. “Always,” she purred, eyes gleaming. “Ever since I was a little girl myself. But it’s no fun unless they’re special. Like you, Wise. I only want you.”
He shouldn’t have been surprised, but hearing her admit it so openly made his cock twitch, leaking more pre-cum into his shorts. “You’re such a pervert,” he blurted.
Yanagi just grinned wider. “Takes one to know one, baby boy.”
Then she grabbed him by the chin and pressed her lips to his, hot and demanding. An “adult kiss,” she’d called it once—and now Wise understood exactly what that meant. Yanagi’s tongue pushed into his mouth, swirling and teasing, tasting him deeply. Her grip was firm, fingers curling around his jaw and holding him in place. Wise whimpered, unable to do anything but kiss her back, letting her dominate him with her mouth.
It was messy and lewd. She made sure he felt every inch of her tongue, every little nibble, every wet slurp. Saliva dribbled down his chin, and Wise shuddered, grabbing at her arms for balance.
“Mmm… you kiss so cute,” Yanagi murmured, finally pulling away. A strand of spit connected their lips. She licked it up, grinning wickedly. “Was that a good kiss, Wise?” Yanagi’s voice was syrupy, playful, as she reached up to wipe a sticky trail off his chin. “You looked like you were melting…”
He just groaned, still catching his breath, cheeks burning with the afterglow and the aftershocks. “You’re… you’re insane, Yanagi,” he managed. “How am I supposed to keep up with you like this?”
She just laughed, light and decadent, the sound curling around him like perfume. “You don’t have to keep up. You just need to be a good boy and follow Mommy’s lead…”
He rolled his eyes, but the way his cock twitched said more than his sarcasm ever could. Yanagi noticed, of course. She noticed everything. She folded her arms under her bust, arching her back so her lacy bra barely contained her curves, and cocked her head with a little smirk.
“Oh, by the way,” she added, as if it were an afterthought. “Soukaku’s out with the rest of Section 6 tonight. Team dinner or something. That means it’s just you and me, kiddo.”
Wise blinked. “For real?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Yanagi closed in, letting her bra-clad chest smush up against his face for a teasing second. “I checked the calendar. Double-checked the duty roster. No one’s coming home to interrupt us. No one’s going to hear you screaming my name, even if you yell really loud.”
Wise rolled his eyes again, but he was grinning now, helpless to hide it. “Wow. You really planned this out, huh?”
“Diligence is my virtue,” she crooned. “Besides, I want to make the most of tonight, with my special little boy… before you turn back into a grumpy grown-up again.”
He almost laughed at that, but the question bubbling up inside him was way more interesting. “Yeah? Speaking of… were you ever planning to sleep with me when I had my regular, adult body?” His voice was sly, half-teasing, half-curious. “Or did you need me tiny and helpless to go all predatory on me?”
Yanagi’s lips curled up in a wicked smile, but she didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, she let her skirt drop to the floor, kicked it aside, and then climbed up onto the bed, her movements smooth and predatory and so… Yanagi.
She turned, giving Wise a perfect view of her ass in those cute lacy panties. Then she got on all fours, arching her back so her hips jutted out, and looked over her shoulder at him, glasses slipping down her nose just a fraction.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” she purred, wiggling her hips for emphasis. “Come on, Wise. Show Mommy how much you want her…”
His cock was already raging hard, barely contained by his ruined shorts and underwear. He scrambled up behind her, his little hands shaking as he yanked his pants down, not even caring that his shirt was still on. There was something stupidly hot about being so much smaller than Yanagi, about the way her ass loomed in front of him, toned thighs spread wide and panties already soaked through with her arousal.
He lined up his cock, pausing just long enough to push the lacy fabric aside and expose her glistening pussy lips. They were flushed, wet, begging to be filled. Wise’s cock throbbed in his grip, already slick with pre-cum, ready to ruin Yanagi from behind.
“Fuck… you’re actually dripping,” he muttered, unable to hide his amazement. “Was making me cum all over your hands that hot for you?”
Yanagi looked back, her cheeks tinged pink. “Everything about you is hot for me, Wise. Especially when you call me Mommy…”
He snorted, trying to pretend he wasn’t blushing, and pressed the tip of his cock against Yanagi’s entrance. The contrast was ridiculous—this massive, adult-sized length attached to such a small body, lining up perfectly with Yanagi’s needy, mature pussy. He couldn’t help but shudder as he pushed forward, the head of his cock parting her folds with a wet, obscene squelch.
“Nggh… holy shit… M-Mommy… ah…”
Yanagi moaned, low and greedy, as he sank inside her. Her pussy was tight and hot, clinging to every inch of him, squeezing so perfectly that Wise nearly lost it then and there. Inch by inch, he filled her up, hands gripping her hips for balance as he buried himself balls-deep in her from behind.
“There you go… good boy…” Yanagi’s voice was thick with lust, her fingers digging into the sheets as she arched her back even more. “Fuck me just like that, Wise. Show Mommy how grown up you really are…”
He braced himself, feeling the sticky mess from earlier dribble down his shaft as he pulled back, then drove in again, harder this time. The bed creaked under them, Wise’s little sneakers squeaking as he pounded into Yanagi with reckless abandon.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Wet, smacking sounds filled the bedroom, each thrust making Yanagi’s ass jiggle in time with his movements. Her panties were bunched up around her thighs, her pussy stretched wide around Wise’s cock, the lips flushed and slick with arousal.
“F-fuck… you feel amazing,” Wise gasped, staring in disbelief at the way his cock vanished into Yanagi’s body with every thrust. His tiny body wobbled to keep up with what his enormous cock—and Yanagi’s enormous ass—were doing. “You’re so tight, Yanagi… Are you sure you can take all of it?”
She just laughed, the sound low and desperate. “Don’t be silly… Mommy can take anything her little boy gives her… ahh… just like that, Wise… d-don’t you dare hold back…!”
He didn’t. He pounded her harder, hips slapping against her ass, grabbing her by the waist and using her body like it was made for him. Every time he bottomed out, Yanagi moaned louder, her pussy squeezing him so tightly he thought he might explode.
The bedframe banged against the wall, but Yanagi was right; no one was home to hear them. The only sounds were the filthy, wet SLAP SLAP SLAP of Wise fucking her from behind, over and over, using that lewd, oversized cock like a battering ram. The whole bed was rocking now, the sheets twisted and the comforter kicked halfway to the floor. Yanagi’s glasses had slid down her nose, her bangs wild across her flushed face, and god, the way her ass bounced against Wise’s hips with every thrust was just… criminal.
“Ahh… aahh…!” Yanagi’s moans were getting louder, more desperate. She clutched at the sheets, knuckles white, back arched to take every inch he could give. Wise’s hands barely made it around her waist, but he grabbed on tight and just kept pounding her, relentless, his cock slick with her juices. Every time he bottomed out, she shuddered and let out a wanton little whimper.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! The sound was obscene.
“Fuck… you’re so deep, Wise… you’re ruining Mommy’s pussy…!”
He groaned and leaned into it, rutting her harder, loving the way her whole body shivered under his grip. It was wild, how good it felt, how much he wanted to just keep going forever. Wise could feel the pleasure pooling in his belly again, already building toward another explosion, and Yanagi’s greedy, clutching cunt was just making it worse.
“Y-Yanagi… I’m… I’m gonna cum again, fuck, I’m…”
“W-Wait a second, baby,” Yanagi crooned joyously. “L-Let me… t-turn around… I have an idea…”
Yanagi barely finished her sentence before she scrambled up onto her knees, twisting her body so fast her panties actually bit into her thighs and her glasses almost flew off her face.
Wise blinked, startled, but he was hot on her heels. Or, well, her hips. The moment Yanagi rolled onto her back and splayed out on top of the cool blue comforter, Wise clambered between her legs, his cock bobbing with every frantic, horny movement.
Yanagi hooked her knees up around Wise’s hips and pulled him in close, the tips of her fingers digging into the back of his shirt. “Right here, baby boy… right here…” she whispered, her breath quick and hungry, her eyes absolutely glittering behind her askew glasses.
He lined up his cock with her pussy again, and for a second they both just stared, watching as he pressed the swollen, slick head against her entrance. Yanagi’s pussy was flushed and glistening and so, so wet; there was no struggle, no resistance, just a lewd, squelching slide as Wise buried his cock deep inside her in one smooth thrust.
“F-fuck…!” Yanagi’s head tipped back, her hair spilling over the sheets. Her breasts bounced with every motion, straining against the dark lace of her bra. Wise grunted, clutching her thighs for balance, and started rutting her immediately, his skinny hips smacking her ass pale and red with every rapid-fire thrust.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Her whole body rocked and jiggled with the force of him. Wise’s little hands looked comical on the curves of her hips, but the cock splitting her open was anything but childish. It pounded her, stretching her, filling her so completely she couldn’t stop moaning—a breathless, unfiltered chain of “ah ah ah!” every time he bottomed out.
Yanagi’s thighs trembled around his waist. Her back arched, pushing her bra-clad breasts right up into Wise’s view, and the way her lacy cups barely contained her flesh was almost as indecent as the lewd, hungry look in her eyes.
“Fuck, Mommy… you’re so hot…!” Wise’s voice was completely raw, his cock throbbing inside her with every frantic thrust. “Your pussy’s clinging to me, it’s so fucking tight, I can’t even…”
Yanagi just laughed, grabbing his head with both hands and mashing him down into her chest. “You can say whatever you want to Mommy, baby boy… just don’t you dare stop fucking me…!”
He didn’t. He hammered her harder, the wet SMACK-SMACK-SMACK of his hips against her ass echoing off the bedroom walls. The bedframe knocked against the drywall. Yanagi’s moans grew louder, more desperate; her fingers clawed at Wise’s shirt, dragging him up and closer.
And that’s when it happened. Right as Wise slammed his cock deep into her, Yanagi’s nipples tingled, then a hot, needy ache spread through her chest—
Oh.
She felt it even before she saw it: a sticky warmth soaking the inside of her bra, a sudden, relentless wetness. Instinct took over and she fumbled with the clasp at her back, hands shaking from the relentless pleasure. “Wise… Wise, help me…” she gasped, voice high and needy. “Mommy’s… ah, fuck, Mommy’s leaking…”
Wise took one look at the dark, spreading stains over Yanagi’s bra, then lost all composure whatsoever.
He tore at the lacy cups, yanking them down over her breasts and exposing her stiff, pink nipples. Milk beaded instantly at the tip, dribbling down her curves in fat, glistening drops. Wise moaned, lips parted in disbelief and awe.
“Holy shit… you’re, uh… you’re really leaking…” His cock jerked inside her, rutting even faster as he mashed his face into the valley of her breasts. “God, you look so fucking hot like this…”
Yanagi’s head spun. The sensations were overwhelming: Wise’s cock stretching her open and pounding her raw, her nipples aching and dripping milk, the sticky sweetness trailing down her skin. She could barely breathe, barely think—
And then Wise latched onto her nipple.
He suckled desperately, greedily, his tongue swirling around the swollen tip as he drank the milky fluid spilling from her. Every pull of his mouth sent a bolt of pleasure straight to her pussy. Yanagi wailed, clutching Wise’s head and pulling him even deeper against her chest.
“M-Mommy… you taste so good…” Wise crooned, in between desperate gulps. “I can’t believe how much is coming out. You’re, uh… dripping everywhere…”
He wasn’t kidding. Yanagi’s milk flowed like a broken faucet, dribbling down her breast and over Wise’s cheeks, sticky and sweet and totally obscene. Wise drank every drop he could get, licking and sucking and moaning like he couldn’t get enough.
It drove her wild. Every time Wise’s mouth tugged at her nipple, her pussy clenched around his cock, drawing him in deeper and deeper. The pleasure was so intense, so raw, Yanagi couldn’t stop her hips from bucking up to meet him, couldn’t stop the steady stream of filth that spilled from her lips.
“F-fuck… my sweet little boy, you’re so good… Mommy loves the way you suck on her tits… ngh, drink all of it, Wise… please, Mommy needs you to drink every drop…”
Wise groaned, still fucking her with relentless, jackhammer thrusts. “You’re so dirty, Yanagi… you’re literally gushing milk right into my mouth. You like being Mommy this much, huh?”
Yanagi just sobbed, squirming beneath him, totally shameless. “I love it… I love being your Mommy, Wise, I love having you inside me, ruining my pussy, making me leak like this… ah, fuck, more, just keep going, don’t stop…”
The obscene, slurping noises of Wise nursing at her tits mixed with the wet, pounding sounds of their bodies colliding. Milk coated his lips and chin, and every time he pulled away to gasp for air, a fresh milky bead formed instantly at her nipple, and Wise dove right back in, greedy for more.
He nursed hungrily, his lips sealed tight around Yanagi’s nipple, tongue lapping at every sweet, creamy drop she had to give. The sensation was so raw, so electrifying, Yanagi could barely breathe. Her thighs squeezed around his hips, helpless to do anything but take it, take all of him, her whole body clutching at Wise with desperate need. Her pussy clenched like a vice around his pounding cock, the wet, stuffed heat absolutely relentless.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The obscene, wet rhythm of Wise’s hips slamming into her filled the room, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. She couldn’t stop whimpering, couldn’t stop milking Wise for every last drop of pleasure, even as her breasts gushed milk onto his face and chest. The scent was everywhere, sweet and lewd and unmistakably hers.
But then, right as Yanagi was about to lose herself completely, her phone buzzed on the nightstand.
She barely noticed at first—a dull, insistent vibration cutting through the haze. Wise didn’t stop. If anything, the interruption only made him hungrier, rutting her with wild, little-boy energy, thick cock driving so deep inside her that it made her toes curl.
The phone buzzed again. Yanagi groaned, exasperated, but she reached for it anyway, her fingers sticky with sweat and milk. She caught a quick glimpse of the caller ID before answering.
Miyabi.
Of course.
Yanagi rolled her eyes, lips curling in a sharp, wicked grin. Of all the times for her colleague to call, it had to be now. With a deep, steadying breath, Yanagi pressed “accept” and brought the phone to her ear.
“H-hello?” Her voice came out breathy, shaky, not at all like her usual crisp, professional self.
On the other end, Miyabi sounded immediately concerned. “Deputy Chief? Are you okay? You sound… out of breath…”
Wise, oblivious—or maybe just determined to mess with her more—thrust even harder, his cock ramming deep inside Yanagi’s pussy with a slick, wet squelch. Yanagi bit back a moan, cheeks flushed, fighting to keep her voice steady.
“Ah, Miyabi! Sorry about that,” she crooned, smirking as Wise’s mouth sealed tight around her nipple. “I’m just… ahh… doing a little exercise before bed. Gotta s-stay in shape, you know~?”
Miyabi hesitated. “You, um… work out at night, Deputy Chief?”
Yanagi barely contained her laughter. “S-Sometimes, Miyabi. It’s important to keep… a g-good routine~!”
Wise’s tongue flicked her nipple again, drawing another bead of milk that he slurped up with a lewd MMMF! sound. He kept fucking her with those frantic little-boy thrusts, cock pounding her cunt so deep it was almost criminal. The pleasure was blinding, and the effort of keeping her composure on the phone just ratcheted everything higher.
Yanagi kept her eyes on the ceiling, fighting to keep her voice calm. “Was there, hff, something you needed, M-Miyabi?”
“Just a routine update,” Miyabi replied, voice a little too eager. “And a reminder that Soukaku is going to eat us out of all our money. The emergency snack fund is running dangerously low. By the way, um, I wanted to ask… since you’ve been with Wise lately; is he alright?”
Yanagi’s heart leapt at that. She could hear something needy in Miyabi’s voice, a hint of longing. It was almost cute. Miyabi and even Soukaku had always had a little crush on Wise, even before this transformation. But now? Now he was hers, absolutely and totally hers, pounding her full of cock and drinking her milk like the dirty little boy he was.
She almost felt bad for them.
Almost.
She nuzzled Wise’s head, encouraging him to keep going. “Mmm… I’ll handle it, Miyabi. Wise is still… recovering from his accident in that Hollow. You know how it is.” She winked, even though Miyabi couldn’t see it. “He’s working really hard to get better, and I’m making sure he gets all the care he needs… oof…”
Wise grunted into her chest, hips snapping forward with a wet, filthy slap. The force of it made Yanagi’s voice hitch in her throat, and she heard Miyabi’s breath catch on the other end.
“Ah! Deputy Chief, are you… sure you’re okay?”
Yanagi let out a shaky laugh, pretending to catch her breath. “You worry too much, Miyabi! I’m more than okay. In fact, I’m great. Just a little…” She paused, biting her lip as Wise’s cock hammered her pussy again. “Just a little out of b-breath, that’s all. This exercise is… i-intense…!”
She could barely keep from moaning. Wise’s dick pistoned in and out of her, every thrust stretching her wide, hitting all the right spots. Her pussy was soaked, juices dripping down her thighs and splashing against Wise’s hips. The sound of it was shameless, a wet, pounding rhythm that only grew filthier the longer they went on. It was a minor miracle that Miyabi couldn’t hear it over the phone…
Wise pulled away from her nipple, milk smeared across his lips and chin. “You want me to stop?” he whispered, voice raw and desperate.
Yanagi shook her head, clutching him tighter as she whispered. “No…! Please, baby boy. Don’t you dare stop.” She looked him in the eyes, pupils blown wide with lust. “Keep fucking Mommy while she’s on the phone. Cum inside me. I want you to ruin this pussy, Wise…”
He grinned, cheeks flushed, and slammed into her harder, determined to give her exactly what she wanted.
On the other end of the line, Miyabi was still talking, oblivious to the depravity on the other side of the call. Yanagi barely heard the words, lost in the heat, the need, the relentless pounding of Wise’s cock in her cunt, the sticky milk still leaking from her tits in pearly beads.
She panted into the phone, loving every second of it. The thrill of doing something so dirty, so forbidden, while Miyabi poured her heart out about work schedules and Section 6 logistics and something about how Soukaku just kept ordering more food? It was almost as good as the cock inside her!
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Wise’s skinny hips slammed against Yanagi’s thighs, the obscene wet sound nearly drowning out Miyabi’s nervous chatter from the phone. Sweat streaked his temple as he pounded her, rutting harder and harder, each thrust making his cock throb like it was about to burst.
He couldn’t hold back—not when Yanagi’s pussy squeezed him like a vice, not when her tits were leaking milk, glistening beads rolling down her flushed skin. Wise’s vision went hazy, his mouth watering as he watched her breasts bounce with every single bounce of the mattress. Fuck. He wanted her so badly, he could barely see straight.
“Y-Yanagi…!” he gasped, rutting her with wild, desperate energy. “I… nghh, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum inside you, Mommy…!”
Yanagi’s thighs clamped around his hips, pulling him in. “Yes… do it… fuck me full, Wise! Cum inside Mommy…!” Her voice was pure lust, heavy and trembling, but then her whole body tensed—and she came at the exact same time as Wise.
“AAAHHH…!” Yanagi’s head flung back, pink hair wild across the pillow. Milk gushed from her tits, splattering against Wise’s cheeks, his tongue, the curve of her chest. Her pussy clamped down so hard Wise thought he might black out, and then she started to squirt—all over his cock, all over the sheets, a hot, slick spray that instantly coated his crotch and thighs.
Wise’s orgasm hit him like a truck. “FUCK…!” he howled, burying himself as deep as he could go.
SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLUUURT~!
His cock jerked, unloading a thick, hot flood of cum inside her shuddering pussy. It was relentless, spurting in wave after wave, overflowing from her hole to mix with her juices and drip down to the mattress below.
Milk was everywhere. Cum was everywhere. Wise could feel her pussy milking him, clutching at every inch, refusing to let go. “Y-Yanagi… it’s too much, it’s… ahhh…!” He trembled, totally helpless as he emptied his balls inside her, his body just a slave to the pleasure.
Yanagi whimpered, her voice raw and needy. “So good… so much… yes, Wise, keep going, fill me up, I love it…!” She writhed beneath him, hands locked in his hair, her tits pressed right up to his lips. Wise latched on, hungry for more, and started nursing again, sucking her nipple as it squirted more milk straight into his mouth.
Miyabi’s voice buzzed through the phone, completely forgotten on the mattress beside them. “Deputy Chief?! Is everything alright?! Are you sure… should I call someone?! That sounded really intense over there…!”
Wise and Yanagi didn’t even care. They’d dropped the phone, their mouths locked tight in a messy, desperate kiss. Their bodies were still locked together, Yanagi’s cunt filled to the brim with Wise’s cum, her thighs twitching as little aftershocks rocked her frame…
No doubt Belle would finish her commissions and eventually find the “cure” for Wise’s not-so-little problem. No doubt it wouldn’t be long before Yanagi’s boyfriend—emphasis on boy—returned to his typical adult self.
But until then, Yanagi was going to enjoy the absolute hell out of this version of her boyfriend. And she was going to relish the fact that sometimes, big things came in small packages…
(…or perhaps in this case, it was the other way around?)