Reincarnated as a Fat Bastard in an Eroge Game-Chapter 38: The Urges (R18)

Today, I woke up with an urge.

I can’t describe it... it was this uncontrollable, primal lust that felt less like a want and more like a physical command.

My cock was so hard—so bulged and elongated—that I could feel the rhythmic, painful throb of it against my thigh without even looking. I tried to hold it back, to force my mind elsewhere, but the sheer pressure made coherent thought impossible.

That was when the realization hit me.

For the first time since I woke up as Leo, I was experiencing the ’Crazy’ urges he would suffer from time to time. It wasn’t just horniness; it was a fever.

"Haahh... haa... haaah..."

I felt so goddamn hot. The air in the room felt thick, like it was vibrating.

It was getting worse by the second. My eyes drifted down, finding Nadia. Her eyes were closed and her head was slightly bowed; I realized I was still lying against her lap. From this angle, I could see every illicit detail of her body far more clearly than I ever had before.

The way her breasts strained against that silky, skimpy gown... they were sagging from their own massive weight, swaying slightly with every breath she took. Her lap, which my head rested upon, felt so expansive and soft.

Suddenly, I became hyper-aware of her scent. It was pervasive, intoxicating, and distinctly hers. I tried to close my eyes to resist, but it was no use.

Fuck... she was right. This is something else entirely!

I slowly pulled away from her lap, my head feeling light as I stared at her body hungrily.

Shit. Control. I need to control it.

I looked down, realizing just how monstrous my cock had gotten. It was almost ridiculous, a dark, heavy shape stretching the fabric of my trousers to its absolute limit. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

My gaze drifted back to the silky gown. It was so light against her lap that it outlined her shape with agonizing precision. I was already imagining exactly what was hidden beneath that thin barrier.

"Get yourself together, damn it," I hissed under my breath, grabbing my head and tousling my hair in a desperate attempt to snap out of it.

It was no use. The pressure was mounting. It felt like I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t touch her.

"Haah... haa... haaah..."

I panted, my hand trembling as I reached forward toward the hem of the gown. Two fingers grazed the cool, slippery fabric, lightly pulling it back and hiking it up inch by agonizing inch. I could see the curve of her supple thigh... huge, pale, and inviting.

I hiked the gown up slowly, savoring the way the light hit her skin. The more it climbed her legs, the wider her thighs became, leading toward her sacred region.

I stopped for a breath, my heart hammering against my ribs. Then, I leaned forward, poking my head beneath the folds of the gown to look underneath, creating a private, dark world between her legs.

Her massive thighs smothered my head. I held them together, feeling the radiating heat from her soft skin as I pushed my face into her. It was so warm in there... and she smelled divine, like a mix of honey and musk. At this point, her legs were resting on my shoulders as I forced my head deeper, the gown covering me like a heavy silk tent.

Then, I saw a sliver of fabric.

I touched it—panties. Red silk. I shoved my hands through the edges of the silk and pulled them away from her lap, revealing her huge, plump pussy and the tight pucker of her ass. Her pussy was already slightly wet, shimmering in the dim light. I could see her clit, swollen and dawning out from her hood, practically begging for attention.

I wanted her as wet as possible. With how huge my cock was right now, I knew it wouldn’t fit under normal circumstances. It was ten inches or more, swollen at the mid-section just as much as the tip, currently secured painfully within my pants.

I grabbed the corners of her panties, pulling them down until my head emerged from the nightgown. Her face had shifted into a lewd, dreaming expression, her lips parted. I pulled the panties down until they were off her legs entirely.

I leaned forward against her, facing those sagging, heavy breasts. The nightgown didn’t even bother containing them anymore, letting them spill to her sides like overripe fruit. They were huge, smooth, and so soft—hanging like heavy, stretched globes.

I slipped my hand to the top strap of the nightgown and pulled down, watching the fabric slide over her skin until one of her breasts spilled out of its hold. No bra. I could imagine she had limited options for support when carrying a burden this massive. I saw a wide, dark pink areola and a hard, long nipple—pink and strangely moist, as if anticipating my mouth.

I gulped, my saliva thick just staring at it.

Slowly—so slowly it felt like torture—I snaked my hand between her legs, reaching through the gown to run my fingers through the plump lips of her pussy.

She moaned, "Mnnn~"

Shit, she’s going to wake up.

I didn’t stop. I ran my fingers up and down a bit more, watching her shifting and turning against the couch. Then, I touched her clit. It was firm, yet soft under my thumb. I pinched it, and her eyes shot open, pupils blown wide.

"....Ahh~ Fuck~" she gasped, her voice thick with sleep and sudden pleasure.

I quickly flattened my palm against her and began rubbing aggressively. My fingers and palm tugged against her clit with every friction-filled rub. Since she wasn’t wet down there every tug at her clit was so forceful it was almost as though i was going to rip it out of her pussy.

"Oh fuck~ What are you... ahh~ AHHH~"

I gained speed, leaning forward to press my full weight into my hand for balance. Her hips jerked upward. Her breasts jiggled violently in response, slapping against her own skin. She clenched her teeth, her eyes bulging. I went faster and faster, until huge gushes of wetness slimmed against my palm, bathing it entirely.

The air was filled with the sound of wet, slurping friction.

Next, I forced three fingers into her, hooking them upward the instant they were inside, dragging them hard against her internal walls.

"S-s-s-stop... Fuck, mnnnn~"

She moaned, and I smiled. Her eyes were wet and I hadn’t even shoved my massive cock in yet. For some reason, she was hypersensitive today—or perhaps my aggression was just triggering something deep within her.

I moved faster. Her hips were twitching. Her breasts jiggled in hypnotic, swinging arcs that slapped against her abdomen.

I pulled my fingers out and instantly latched onto her breast, biting and tugging at the nipple like a starving animal. I cupped the mound with both hands like I was milking a cow, squeezing and molding the flesh. Her skin was too soft—so soft that the excess spilled out from the gaps of my fingers.

"I’M CUMMING YOU BASTARD!" she screamed, her back arching off the couch.

I didn’t care. I kept sucking, desperate for something to come out, but no matter how much I did, nothing did. Eventually, I pulled away to watch her fair, spoiled breast—now flushed a deep, angry red from my abuse. I looked at the second one instinctively.

I pulled down my trousers, since a simple unzip wouldn’t be enough to free the monster I was housing. I held it up to her—a massive piece of meat, so thick I couldn’t even fully wrap my hand around it. It dangled, pointing down, heavy and dark.

I was sweating. The urges were becoming a physical agony. I needed my release, and I needed it now.