Meeting Hoshoka Ch 03

Hello again readers! Thank you all for your encouragement via comments, favoriting and rating the first two chapters of Hoshoka's story. It's been a huge joy to be writing this story, both the sexy bits and the rest of the story between them. Chapter 3 is a bit more tender and emotional, but I hope the sex is still hot and steamy for you! I was definitely taken a bit by surprise when I realized I was reaching the 6.5k word count (my arbitrary chapter cutoff) with only one real sex scene.

This chapter I think also starts to show how much of Hoshoka is based on my own real life partner; we've been together so long that she's really my only benchmark any more for sex and romance, so a lot of Hoshoka and Dave is based (very loosely) on us. She knows and approves, but now also has to live with the mortifying ordeal of hearing me say "that's going in the next chapter" when she eats the last ice cream sandwich.

CW for Chapter 3: Monsterfucking (human male/Japanese Oni female), femdom, size difference, BBWs, dommy mommy play, characters recognizing that they've left their emotional lives unfulfilled, the word "cunt" used to refer to vulva and vagina.

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Hoshoka texted me a few hours later; I'd showered, changed my clothes and done a few ChowDash runs in the meantime. I'd also given some thought to what I wanted to bring her for entertainment.

"PIIIIIIIZZZZAAAAAAA" her text read. I let her know I was heading over to Pizza Captain; a moment later the ChowDash app jingled to let me know I had a pickup to make. Five large Supreme Pizzas, delivered to a now-very-familiar address. I smiled as I screenshotted the notification and sent it to Hoshoka with the words "on my way." She replied with a slightly blurry picture of her bare breasts, plump and red, her dark burgundy nipples already erect. I definitely drove a little faster than normal on my way to make this delivery.

She met me at the door in her human guise, wearing a pair of baggy drawstring shorts that hung halfway down her shins and an oversized T-shirt that announced in two-inch lettering, "I (HEART) HENTAI." I handed off the stack of pizzas to her, and said, "I've got one more thing to grab for us."

"Don't dawdle, or I'll eat your share of this pizza," she teased with a smile.

Returning to my car, I grabbed two bags from the back seat; one from the grocery store, and one my own backpack. I had packed myself an overnight bag with a change of clothes, some shower stuff, and a couple of movies.

In the time it took me to grab my bags from the car and walk back up the porch, Hoshoka had already taken her shorts off, reverted to her full-sized Oni form, and sprawled on the couch with an open pizza box. The oversized T-shirt now looked like an appropriate fit. She gave me a wide smile and a wink as I closed the door behind me and kicked my shoes off.

"So, young man," she said playfully, "what treasures have you brought your Mama tonight?"

I dropped my backpack off at the foot of the couch and took the grocery bag into the kitchen. "Well," I called back to her as I unpacked, "I've got a few modern treats that you probably haven't experienced yet. Nothing alcoholic, but I got movie theater style popcorn that I can make for you, soda - in the form of Dr. Pepper - to drink, and one of my favorite sweet treats: a big fucking bag of M&Ms."

"I don't understand many of those words, young man, but I'm trusting you to fatten me up like an Imperial concubine. And for entertainment?"

Putting the first bag of popcorn into the microwave and starting it, I dumped an entire tray of ice cubes into the pitcher she'd had her water in that morning and poured half of a two-liter of Dr. Pepper in with it. I found a regular-sized cup and poured out some for myself as well.

Bringing her her pitcher of soda, I said, "For entertainment, you have your choice: Comedy, Action, or Horror. I've got one movie from each genre we can try out. Where would you like to start?"

Hoshoka sniffed the pitcher of Dr. Pepper curiously. "Sugary," she commented, "and fizzy. Why does it bubble?"

"Carbonation," I said. "They pump bubbles into it when it's bottled so that it fizzes."

Arching an eyebrow at me, she raised the pitcher to her lips and took an experimental glug. Seriously, her test sip was the equivalent of chugging a 12-oz can. Swallowing, a loud belch took her by surprise as it erupted from deep in her stomach. She smacked her lips a few times as she pondered the flavor. She looked very concerned as she burped again, putting a half-eaten pizza slice down to put her hand on her belly.

"It fills you with air," she said finally. I agreed that it did, and suggested she'd have an easier time with that if she drank more slowly. Her only response was to belch again and grin.

"This is a decadent drink," she said, "and I like it a lot. Good flavor. Belching like that feels good. Shame it doesn't get you drunk."

"You can mix it with alcohol," I informed her, "but if you drink too much of it you can feel sick from the amount of sugar in it. So pace yourself, yeah? I don't want to have to hold all that hair back if you start puking from too much soda."

She smiled wider and reached out to pinch my cheek playfully. "So caring towards his Mama!" she crowed. "But I've never thrown up from drinking too much."

"You've never drank this before," I pointed out. She made a "you make a good point" hand gesture towards me as she took another sip from her pitcher. The microwave dinged to inform me that the popcorn was done, and I returned to the kitchen to dump the bag of hot, buttery snack into a bowl.

"So what are we watching first?" I asked as I brought the bowl out to the living room.

"Let's have the comedy," Hoshoka mumbled around a mouthful of pizza.

Now, I'd thought long and hard about what movies to bring her, since I really didn't know how much of modern culture she'd picked up on since her release. A lot of movies she'd need context and explanations for, I figured, so I'd decided to bring her things that either translated easily across cultures or were low-brow enough to need no explanation. The comedy fell into the latter category. I'm going to be a little coy here to not embarrass myself, but I brought her an Adam Sandler movie.

Putting the movie into the player, I turned around to settle on to the couch with her. Mouth still full of pizza, she looked me dead in the eyes while wiggling her fat ass dead center on the couch and playfully slapping her bare thighs. She wanted me to sit in her lap.

Swallowing, she gave me a grin. "C'mon, Dave, this will be sweet and cute. Come sit in Mama's lap and be her...teddy bear? Am I saying that right?" I couldn't help but laugh with her. I unbuckled my belt and took my jeans off; I figured something sexy was bound to happen anyways with her for starters, and two, I felt bad about having the denim rub against her bare thighs. My boxers were soft cotton today, so I felt better about sitting in her lap in them. They'd probably end up on the floor within half an hour anyways; another reason to make the movie kind of a mindless choice.

Picking up the bowl of popcorn and the remote, I sat in her lap, feeling more than a little self-conscious about being a grown man sitting in a giantess' lap. She casually wrapped one powerful arm around my stomach and rubbed her face in my hair.

"You smell nice," she commented. "whatever soap you use, I want some." I felt myself blushing, but she turned her attention to the bowl in my hands.

"So what is this? Is this the 'M&Ms' you were talking about? It smells good too."

"No, this is popcorn. Try some," I said, holding the bowl up. She helped herself to a handful and I heard her chewing noisily behind my head. Meanwhile, I grabbed a slice of pizza from the box next to her; she'd already eaten two thirds of this one.

"Crunchy," she said after she swallowed. "Salty and greasy. A nice companion to the sweetness of the drink and the savory pizza. You've brought Mama a well-balanced meal!" She giggled and helped herself to another slice of pizza.

***

Hoshoka was surprisingly well-behaved through the movie. If I had bet money on her dry-humping me or trying to give me a handjob, I'd have lost. Instead she worked her way through four large pizzas, a bowl of popcorn and about a litre of Dr. Pepper and laughed at about two-thirds of the jokes in the movie. She also cuddled me like a teddy bear the entire time; it felt weird to be treated like a doll and just held in her lap and hugged for an hour and a half, but not a bad sort of weird. More just unexpected, which makes sense; being with an 8-9 foot tall woman was a literal impossibility before this week, so why would I expect that sensation? At one point she tilted me back so I was resting my head on her chest instead of sitting upright, and nuzzled my hair. I won't lie, I came close to falling asleep in her embrace like that. She runs a little hotter than normal human body temperature and so laying against her body like that was just very warm and cozy.

As the end credits rolled, she let me get up and she stretched her limbs before draining the last dregs of ice and soda from her pitcher.

"That was nice," she said as she lifted herself off the couch. "I think I'd need to live in your culture more to get all the jokes, but I think you made a good choice bringing that to me. Also, you are a very warm little teddy bear, young man." I definitely blushed at that. She laughed and ruffled my hair.

"Now," she continued, "I believe I was promised something called 'M&Ms' by a certain sexy young man. Bring Mama your modern treat!" With a smile I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the family-sized bag of M&Ms, bringing it out to her.

"So these are chocolate - it's a sweet made from a kind of bean that grows in South America, white people first brought it to Europe like...I dunno, 400 years ago? So probably not something you would have experienced in Japan before getting imprisoned. There's a chocolate middle with a hard candy shell around it, you just put it in your mouth and chew it."

She daintily plucked a single red M&M from the bag and popped it in her mouth. She bit down on it and her eyes went wide.

"These are...very good," she said as she reached for more. "Crunchy and sweet and make me want more."

"Yeah, there's something naturally occurring in chocolate," I said, trying to remember the details, "that mimics what being in love does to your body chemistry. Like the hormones that are released when you're in love, also get released when you eat chocolate. Something like that."

She poured a handful of M&Ms into her mouth, chewing rapturously; a little trickle of chocolate-stained saliva dripped down her lower lip. I laughed and reached up to catch it for her.

"Uh, it will stain clothing," I told her, "and eating too much, like the soda, can make you feel sick to your stomach. Also the sugar can damage your teeth and make you fat."

Swallowing, she grinned. "So I should be completely naked while you feed me chocolate, young man? I like that idea. And if it'll make me fat you should bring me more; I'm still recovering my glorious physique after starving for five centuries. Look at this!"

She lifted her shirt, showing her sagging belly. "This used to be as tight as a drum and round as a globe," she said with a hint of sadness in her voice. "The envy of oni everywhere. And god, my tits! In my prime my tits could block out the sun. You could have stood in front of me and not known if it was raining or sunny. I'm very lucky that you still find me sexy in my diminished state."

Not knowing what else to do, I leaned in and gave her a hug. "Beauty standards are weird," I said slowly. "Western culture now puts a lot of emphasis on women being thin and looking young and, uh, virginal I guess. Body hair on women really gets hated on. But at the same time, big boobs get prized - as long as they're the 'right' shape. It's kind of stupid - no, it is stupid. And it's a huge multi-billion-dollar industry selling women clothes and diets and creams to help them try to fit in that narrow standard of beauty."

She paused for a moment and then awkwardly hugged me back. "That is...frustrating," she said, "but I appreciate that you find me beautiful and fuckable, young man."

I looked up at her. "You're the sexiest woman I've seen in a while, Mama," I told her. "And you make me feel sexy too."

A lot of emotions flickered across her face as she looked down at me right then. Her lower lip quivered a little and she looked a bit misty-eyed, then shook her head and blew a raspberry at me.

"I was so good for the entire movie when I could have jerked you off a dozen times over! Now Mama needs her reward for that good behavior!" she said with a wide grin. "And how does my good sweet boy propose to reward his Mama?"

I smiled back; this is the Hoshoka I was expecting to interact with tonight. "You were very well-behaved," I assured her, "and I agree that you deserve a reward. I've got an idea or two, but is there anything you specifically want that we haven't done yet?"

She arched an eyebrow at me. "You are unlike any human man I've ever fucked," she said slowly, her voice low and even more sultry than usual. "I keep waiting for you to act like your cock is an earth-shattering prize on its own, and...I really don't think you're going to. It's refreshing, Dave. Very well. Take your clothes off for Mama and sit your hot young ass on the couch. Please."

I took off my shirt and boxers - and yelped as she reached out and gave my ass cheek a playful pinch as I did so.

"I couldn't resist that sexy ass of yours any longer," she laughed. "having those tight globes in my lap all evening was...well, I liked it quite a bit." My cheeks - on my face - were bright red but I finished undressing and positioned myself as she'd directed, my cock rock hard.

Hoshoka knelt on top of me, straddling my lap; I could feel the heat of her loins against my cock and the soft, tickling caress of her pubic hair. She pulled her T-shirt off, letting her breasts swing free, and then rested her hands on my shoulders.

"I like riding you," she said, "and I hope you don't mind being ridden by...all of me, and not just me disguised as a human. I'd like to take you from behind like this later as well, and feel your stomach slapping against my ass as you fuck me, but right now I just want to sink down this wonderful cock and get that lovely full feeling."

Reaching between her thighs, she stroked me between her fingers, teasing the head of my cock gently. She giggled. "Looks like I'm not the only one in this house carrying around an iron club," she said playfully as she guided my cock back and forth across her lips, spreading her slick arousal over it. Shifting her hips, she brought me to her opening and eased down, engulfing me inside her. She sighed happily as she took me straight to the root. Despite being over eight feet tall and rocking probably a 60" hip measurement in her full oni form, the inside of her pussy felt exactly the same around my cock as it did last night when she fucked me as a human woman. I absolutely did not feel dwarfed by her sex. She began to rock back and forth on me; my hands found her hips, began running down her thighs and up over her soft love handles, back and forth.

"That feels nice," she breathed in my ear. "I love the way your hands feel, young man. Your touch is...delicious..." I felt her teeth on the upper edge of my ear, just a gentle nibble.

"Do you- ahhhh - want me to fuck you hard again like last night?" I asked, though I honestly wasn't sure I could do it with her being a full-sized Oni; between the absolute furnace heat of her loins and the additional weight pressing down on me, I wasn't sure I could fuck hard without either cumming in two quick strokes or breaking my dick off inside her. Potentially both.

"I want you to fuck me the way you want," she said, working her hips in a leisurely figure-8 on top of me. "I want to be Hoshoka, fucked by Dave; not Hoshoka fucking Dave..."

I smiled. This, I could do.

Taking my hands off her hips for a moment elicited a small, disappointed whine from the giant oni straddling me; the whine died in her throat as I cupped her breasts, one in each hand, and gently pressed them together. They were large and soft enough that I could make her swollen burgundy nipples, each erect teat as large as one of my thumbs, touch. She giggled a little as her plump tits seemed to sword-fight for a moment, and then gasped softly as I brought them to my lips. Catching her nipples together in my mouth, I began to suckle both together; my hands released her heavy breasts, letting them flop with only my mouth's hold on her nipples supporting their weight and keeping them from slapping against her ribs.

"Someone's really enjoying having me as his Mama," she breathed, moaning softly in the back of her throat as I sucked greedily on her tits. "I-I'd need some time and the ability to concentrate - ah! - but if you wanted I-I could give you m-milk later..."

I couldn't respond without letting go of her nipples, and there was no way in hell I'd be doing that. I moaned gently around her tits and kept sucking. My hands slid back down to her love handles, massaging the soft, jiggling red flesh, then sliding down further to grip at her enormous wobbling ass cheeks. I began to squeeze and knead her plump behind, bracing my feet against the floor to slowly thrust my cock up into her. She rocked her hips in time with my strokes, pressing her pussy down as I pushed up into her.

"So talented," she murmured, "and such a good multi-tasker...you love all of Mama's body, don't you?" I made an affirmative sound around her nipples and nodded.

"Mama's whole body loves your attention too..." She yelped as I gave her a playful swat, then returned to gently massaging her ass cheek.

"Naughty boy...I love it...be as naughty as you wa-ah-ant with m-me...AH!"

I'd given her another light spank, but the massage had brought her guard down. I resumed the massaging of her soft, jiggling cheek, and put a little pressure on her nipples between my lips at the same time.

"Who the fuck taught you how to tease," she murmured, "this is better than yesterday..." She rocked a little harder, grinding her soaking pussy against me as she rode my cock. I let her feel a little bit of teeth on her nipples - not a bite, just a little bit of extra pressure. Then I let go of her ass and slid my hands firmly up her back right up to her shoulder blades before working my way back down to her hips.

Between the two of us, we kept me rock hard inside of her, both of us hovering on the edge of climax, for almost an hour. It wasn't something we'd talked about or agreed to, just something we both kind of found ourselves doing unspoken for the other. When her pussy started to tremble around me too strongly I slowed my strokes, focusing my attention on massaging her hips, back and butt; when I started to throb too intensely inside her, she nestled down into my lap more firmly, preventing me from thrusting and just holding me in place until my cock started to calm. Neither one of us was really saying much of anything at this point. Hoshoka was reduced to gravelly gasps and low, animalistic moans in my ear, her arms slung around my neck and pressing my face more deeply into her soft breasts. I'd let go of her nipples and was just moaning into the valley between her pillowy tits, occasionally managing the words "fuck, Mama" as I came up for air.