BIGBUTADORABLE. BL0GSPOT .C0M

"Auh...!"

Even before he can take a step, Jeremy winces, his legs shaking. The heat is back again and it quickly radiates down to his lower abdomen.

"Ugh, no way..."

And spreading even faster everywhere, causing him to pant and gasp for breath. So he sank back down to the ground and bites his lip.

"Ngh...mmnh..."

'Hot, it's hot. My body is burning.'

Once he plops down completely to the ground, Jeremy's shaky hands unconsciously grasp the dirt as if to find a grip. Right next door is the store he goes to every day, and in front of him is a familiar street.

"Haah... ugh, mmnh, ngh...please..."

'Someone please poke my a*shole...'

"Haah...haah, no, no, that was just..."

Jeremy flinches, shocked by the blasphemous thought he had just conjured up. So unbelievable to think that he wants to be f*cked by a big c0ck in a place where he normally goes about his daily routine.

Jeremy slams his chiseled hand down hard on the floor, trying to keep his hands off himself somehow, but it only fuels the urges as the sensations radiate up to his bulging, plump chest.

"Ah...hnnh, no...no, no..."

It sucks that even though he'd gotten away from the factory, his body still misses it. And before he realizes it, Jeremy is already on his stomach sticking his butt up in the air. They jiggle left and right, causing the baggy clothes he wears to slide.

"Mmn, ungh...haah..."

The clothes roll down onto his waist and then, expose his big plump buttocks to the air. The cold air that touches his twitching hot as*hole makes his body tightens and his internal thirst intensifies. The urge to poke his hole is unbearable now. But, deciding that he doesn't want to blow his hole on a such public road, Jeremy balls his fists tightly and breathes in sharply.

"Heunggghhh...?!"

However, right at that moment, something is suddenly touching the back of his heated hand. Jeremy jumps in surprise at the sudden cold sensation. A jet-black hand out of a shadow emerges from the dirt floor and caresses his hand. Recognizing the large, long hand, Jeremy jerks back and whimpers.

"You...you...!"

Then, a large figure bursts out of the shadows. Asterios, still dressed in his well-tailored suit, wears an expressionless face.

"...I thought you were going to masturbate, no?"

What an amazing first question.

"W-what...you crazy bastard...! Is that all you can think of for suddenly harassing me? And....and...you said you'd grant me a wish, a wish!"

Jeremy shrieks, blushing bright red up to his neck. He cranes his neck like he'd been cheated. Then despite that his body is still in heat and the throb in his chest is making him wince, Jeremy staggers to his feet.

As much as he hates it, Nawatuwa is, after all, a place of precious memories. It brings blood to his eyes to think that this damned monster is trampling on the things he loves and the things he had hoped for.

As much as he loathes Nawatuwa, as much as he longs for Nawatuwa, his heart breaks.

Unable to accept the fact that there is nowhere to go back to, Jeremy continues to shriek. Forgetting that his opponent is a demonic, dangerous being beyond human comprehension.

"Haah...huff... You bastard, why did you send me here... I wanted to be sent back to Earth!"

Jeremy lunges at the jackal, and grabs him by the collar. He is a head taller than him, and he knows he won't be able to beat him physically, but at least, he wants to give him a good punch in the cheek.

However, unlike the human, who glares at him with bloodshot eyes, the black jackal remains demure, looking down at the human and asks, "Why are you so angry...? I don't understand."

It is his second question, looking genuinely unable to grasp why Jeremy is upset.

"You don't understand? When did I ask to be sent to this crazy place?"

Veins crawl up the back of Jeremy's hand as he grips the creature's collar. The jackal doesn't pull away. He doesn't even budge as his body is floating in the air slightly.

"Why not, I thought I remembered you telling me to send you back home."

The jackal lowers his eyes. He isn't sure if it is better to let the human rant and rave until he gets over his anger or to teach him to curb his violence, but either way, he needs to be reminded that this human is unusually angry.

"So I sent you 'home' as you wished, and I don't see what is wrong with that?"

"W-what...?"

This damned monster is speaking in an extremely businesslike tone!

"Yeah...I asked you to send me home, but there's no one here. Do you think that makes sense?"

"Of course it makes sense. Creating a living creature is a huge constraint. Besides, you asked to go home, not to make another human."

"What...?"

Jeremy looks beyond dumbfounded now that he let go of his grip. He can't understand how a wish to return to the island of Nawatuwa can lead to a request to create other life forms; that is a different category altogether.

"No...I wasn't asking you to make me other human companions! I was just asking you to send me back to where I came from..."

Even as he speaks, Jeremy is aware that his argument indeed contains a serious contradiction.

If his entire experience of Nawatuwa was in virtual reality, is it even right to say he came from there?

But Jeremy is too nervous to get into such a complicated and philosophical debate. Tired of questioning, the middle-aged man then loses his temper and just glares at the jackal with disdain. The heat is still so intense that his teeth clatter together.

"So I made it exactly as you remembered it, and you're not happy about it."

"...You―"

'You didn't send me back to Nawatuwa.'

A ray of despair flickers over Jeremy's face. All this time, he had always been in denial, but now...

'Yeah, right. This is still a monster territory.'

"I'm afraid that's not possible for a number of reasons."

Suddenly, the monster's cool hand reaches for Jeremy's burning pectorals. His black fingers slip beneath the scraps of fabric he wears, gently pulling it away, and then cup the voluptuous, swollen breast, somewhat domineeringly.

"Aungh!"

Jeremy flinches, shuddering violently.

"You are an offering to me. I am obligated to take superlative care of my offerings until the festival is held."

"No...stop..."

Jeremy moans, grasping at the creature's wrists in protest, despite he can't overcome it with his strength.

"AGH...!"

Frowning slightly at the human's small rebellion, the jackal instead squeezes his chest even harder that the veins on the back of his hand are bulging, warning the human to stop being difficult.

"Why are you lying to me, when you're actually begging me to touch you."

"No, no, no...I'm..."

The creature's hand gropes for the exact place Jeremy wants to touch. And because of that, his nipples start to ooze milk. His mouth is denying it, but his thoughts are coming together as the sensations pounding inside him become clearer.

'My breasts are so hot and itchy...and they feel heavy...'

'I wish someone would touch my breasts...no, squeeze them really hard...'

'My hole feels weird too... I want someone to fill it because it will feel really good...'




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