Chapter 7 is coming in right under the wire - I'll have moved into a new house, in a different city about 60 miles west of my current address, by the time this goes live on Literotica. Getting to come back and work on more Hoshoka has been a huge stress relief in the evenings after working the day job and trying to pack up the apartment my partner and I have spent the last six years in. This is another fairly kinky chapter, with foodplay and eating ass. Soooo much eating ass. You have been warned.
CW: Monsterfucking (human male/Japanese Oni female), femdom, size difference, BBWs, dommy mommy play, nonsexual references to eating people, some mild food play/feederism, rimjobs (male performing on female and female performing on male), prostate milking, facesitting with smothering/breathplay.
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Sleeping with Hoshoka is always slightly hazardous. She is a LOT of woman; eight feet tall to the crown of her head, and her long, slightly-curved horns extend another foot above that. Using an online bra-measuring guide and a tape measure, I've roughly estimated she'd wear a 48J-cup bra (if the very concept of bras didn't fill her with rage). I have no idea what her weight is, but she's at least twice my weight. Long story short, she takes up a lot of space on the bed; even after we upgraded to a California King. I've gotten used to waking up either pinned under her weight or held tightly in her embrace.
The morning after our trip to Sprawlmart, I woke up with one of her boobs flopped over my face, half-smothering me. Not, of course, the worst way I could imagine going. Her long leg was thrown across my lower body, my morning wood pressed flat against my stomach by the powerful dimensions of her soft, dimpled thigh.
Moving her breast off my face was the easy part, though there was a thin sheen of sweat (likely mine, but maybe both of ours mingled?) left on my face from her furnace-hot body. Gently lifting her leg without waking her was a bigger challenge, but I managed to slip out from under her without disturbing her sleep too severely; she snorted as I slipped free and rolled over, burying her face in a pillow and mumbling something before resuming snoring. Her watermelon-plump ass cheeks were exposed from the way the comforter had shifted when she rolled; I carefully tugged the covers back over her as I got out of bed.
I took a cool shower, letting my erection subside as I washed the sweat and sleep off myself. Before the hardon faded, though, I decided to shave down my pubic hair; it had gotten unruly since I started seeing Hoshoka, growing out to match her own ample bush. But given what we had in mind for this morning, I figured it would be better for her enjoyment if I cropped the hair close to the skin.
Washed and dressed, I drove down to Tammy's, where I had become something of a regular customer in the mornings. The cashier, a cute chubby brunette with a septum piercing and very dramatic winged eyeliner, smiled as she saw me walk in. I think I'd heard the manager call her Emily.
"Morning Dave," she chirped, "getting your usual again today?"
"Sure am," I replied. "Actually, you know what, usual plus a blueberry muffin."
"You got it!" she punched in the order. "So you lose a bet or something?"
"Huh?"
"You're always in here buying 3 or 4 guys' worth of breakfast. When's it gonna be one of the other guys' turn?" She smiled, keeping her body turned so she could listen as she loaded a dozen assorted doughnuts into a box.
"Uh..." I began. I couldn't tell her about Hoshoka; she'd never believe that I was feeding a supersized supernatural girlfriend. I've never been the best at thinking on my feet, though.
"I'm the only one in the house who can wake up on their own before noon," I said. It was mostly truthful. Left to her own devices Hoshoka could easily sleep 15 hours at a time. Emily laughed at that.
"Some of the girls I live with are the same way," she said. "And honestly, if Dani didn't schedule me for the morning rush, I might be that way too."
My drinks, sandwiches and hash browns were up, so I collected them with my doughnuts and muffin, told Emily to have a nice rest of her day and left. Returning to the house, I carried the feast upstairs to the bedroom.
"Breakfast is ready, Mama," I said softly. The curvaceous shape under the covers shifted and yawned, and shifted some more until a soft round face with big bright yellow eyes and long horns emerged.
"Feed me," she said, in a bratty sort of tone of command.
Two sandwiches and three hash browns later, she emerged entirely from under the comforter and started making bedroom eyes towards the box of doughnuts.
"Let's crack that box open, Mama's very hungry," she purred.
"Do you remember the idea we floated last night?" I asked. She looked at me for a moment, confused. The light of recognition dawned on her face as she remembered what I was referring to.
"You're going to let me stack doughnuts on your cock?" She asked excitedly. I nodded, and she squealed with excitement.
"You're the best, sweet boy! Now open the box, Mama needs to plan her fat stack of doughnuts. And what are you still doing wearing clothes? You're going to need to be naked for this!" She giggled and almost tore the lid completely off the doughnut box in her eagerness to get it open, while I undressed and lay back down in bed next to her, my cock already rising in anticipation.
She caught sight of my freshly-trimmed junk and smiled. "Look at you, all clean and fresh for Mama," she cooed. "You didn't have to that, but I appreciate how thoughtful you are."
Hoshoka stuffed a jelly-filled doughnut in her mouth and started chewing as she contemplated her options. After a moment's consideration, she selected a red velvet doughnut and placed the hole over the head of my cock. My girth was a little bit wider than the opening, so it wasn't going to slide down freely. Gripping the doughnut firmly without crushing it, she worked it down the length of my shaft, catching the inner curve of the doughnut as it crumbled to make room for me. Before long, the red velvet doughnut was nestled snugly at the base of my shaft. She then repeated the process with a glazed chocolate doughnut.
"Hmmm," she said, eyeing her handiwork. "I think I can fit one more on you. Let's see...Oh! Yes!"
Hoshoka held up a glazed doughnut iced with pink frosting and dotted with rainbow sprinkles. She grinned from ear to ear and then eased it down over the head of my cock, carefully collecting the bits of pastry and icing that broke free. The very tip of my cock was still peeking out, but not enough to fit a fourth doughnut and have it sit securely.
