Is it True That Gyaru Have No Friends?

Summary:

Years after forming what she believed to be lifelong friendships, Galko lives a daily life of getting passed around as a cocksleeve by degenerates to fill a void created by the loss of all of her friends. She succeeds at this thanks to growth in her sexual assets, and in doing so makes a name for herself as the easiest, stupidest gyaru with the fattest ass in her prefecture.

Surely she won't begin masking her pain with drugs and sexual fetishes or any weird shit like that. No way, nigga.

-x-X-x-

I don't know exactly when things stopped working with Otako and Ojou—it's tough enough keeping up with everything I experience in life, and to be honest, I doubt it's something that I'd feel better about remembering.

It's hard not to think about it sometimes, though. My life wasn't complete trash before we started hanging out or anything, but the time that I spent with them always kinda sticks out in my head as the nicest time in my life.

I felt like...I dunno. I felt like I was surrounded by people that understood and accepted everything about me. It's not like I'm not now, but something about those first few years of high school felt really special—like they could have lasted forever as long as we all wanted them to or something.

I guess we just didn't...

Or well, they didn't at least.

I don't know why they made such a big deal about me having a boyfriend. I wasn't going to just quit spending time with them over something like that. If they wanted, we all could have hung out together, too. Hanging out with boys a little more could've helped them get their own boyfriends, and everything would've been fine.

But no. I go to a few new places with a few new people and suddenly we don't belong together anymore. After just a couple of weeks, no one wanted to even chat anymore. I tried really hard to talk to Nikuko and the others to see if we could get together and talk about it properly, but they were the same. All they did was try to make it seem like nothing was wrong so that they wouldn't have to be seen talking to me…

Who knows what happened to them after that. It makes sense that Ojou would want to avoid me since some of the guys have drugs on them sometimes, but hanging out shouldn't have been a problem for Otako at least. We stopped being kids, like, years ago, so the fact that I haven't seen them must just mean they're off doing their own thing somewhere...

And I am too! I may not have a proper boyfriend anymore, but I'm still living a life that makes me happy! As long as I keep doing that—as long as I stay happy—I'll be just as happy as I was back then in no time!

I have to be…

Don't I?

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A YOUNG ADULT'S BEDROOM

Recent years had seen Galko become fond of reminiscence. In particular during moments where she found herself overcome by sexual pleasure, the effects of certain drugs, or both, any 'appropriate' opportunity with which to revel in the past was taken by her the moment it was presented.

In the present, deeper fixation on the gutting of her cunt or any of the sloppy stimuli attached to it could have served her better where satisfaction was concerned.

This was not to say that her attachment to the past was a hindrance, of course. If anything it was the exact opposite of one:

Thanks to it, the brutality of the average fucking that she received was denied the ability to smother her psyche into a useless mush.

*PLAPP—PLORP—PLAPP—PLAPP*

"F-Fuuuackkk!! Gonna nut, Galko!! Your drooling cunt is going to make me gunk up your womb again!!"

"Don't move a fuckin' inch—stay right there like onahole you are until every glob of it is wriggling inside you!"

Obscured by Galko's latest bout of reflection was the tail end of a fucking that should have completely consumed her attention.

Front laid flat along an unfamiliar bed surface whilst the weight of her suitor's lower body repeatedly smashed his length through curled plunges into the embrace of her cunt, the path of invasion traveled by her partner's length was worth paying attention to in and of itself. On top of it, invasive collisions of glans flesh against the loosened face of her cervix and the *PLORP* noises produced as her partner's sweat-glazed crotch collided with the sweaty bloat of her ass were offered as consistent forms of additional stimuli for her to latch onto.

Overall, though, the tan brown erection concerned with these things should have numbed Galko more than anything. Wider than her forearm by a half-inch on both sides and well over 14 inches in length, the greasy, foreskin-gloved monstrosity offered as much appeal outside of her frame as it did whilst stirring and tenting her innards.

Bisected by a single engorged tendril of urethra flesh from its root up to the thin wad of foreskin bunched up at its tip and otherwise enveloped by a modest assortment of plump, root-wide blood vessels, one could have trailed their eyes across it for nearly 30 seconds without exhausting the stimuli that it offered. Assuming one finished with the trunk itself, the fringe of pube-infested smegma that crept up along its palm wide glans, the controlled forest of straight black pubes at its root, and the mango-sized testicles drawn within the loose and pube-peppered flesh of his sac sat available to scrutiny as well.

As one might expect, these things did serve their purpose for a time. Prior to the acceleration of her suitor's thrusts into their current state—this coming shortly after he depressed his chest into contact with her upper back—every slanted gutting of her folds squeezed concentrated bursts of stimulation into the core of Galko's brain. As each one was produced by the grind of over-bloated phallus veins against the congestion of her cunt and the displacement of cuntsyrup from her innards in the form of arced burbles, escape from the sensations was made impossible. Try as she might to endure her skewering with a degree of feminine poise, consumption by it was really the only thing that she could manage.

Amidst this consumption, she came to understand how her current fucking differed from those that had come before it. Relative to the last few she had enjoyed, the length and girth of her current partner's erection managed to create a stomach-warming distension of her abdominals against the mattress surface beneath her. Further, the engorgement of the blood vessels spread across its exterior and their propensity for wriggling and pulsing against the convulsing meat of her folds subjected her to a form of domineering virility that she very rarely entertained.

Thanks to it, her attachment to the usage of her folds skyrocketed. Albeit briefly, the 4-inch hooks that her suitor delivered with his crotch and the vicious outwards flicks that followed them became her foremost concerns. When not taken up by the sensation of having her inner walls fucked apart by the weight of a masculine frame (this whilst their meat was subjected to sweltering heat and grinding abuse from its bloat), her mind was debilitated by the short, suction-harried retraction of cockflesh out of her depths.

Shortly, she was obsessed—rightly, and just shy of completely.

Until, of course, she wasn't.

Dogged by a waning narcotic high and constant sexual pleasure, Galko's mind eventually escaped into a state capable of tolerating the abuse of her frame. In it, the peak of suitor's buttocks-jarring plunges and the sharpest, messiest portion of her innards' pummeling was shrugged off in favor of fixation on an idea:

The idea that her life was as good as it was ever going to be.

*BLORSSHH~!*

*GLORP—GLORP—GLURP…*

Though perfectly happy to remain taken up in the haze that had consumed her, Galko's circumstance was not forgiving enough to facilitate this. Only seconds into his changed thrusting pattern, the young man on top of her ended his minutes' long thrusting effort by punching his crotch back into another fat-accentuating compression of her rear. Straight afterwards, a urethra-spreading surge of clotted, nastily-discolored semen surged up through his cock out into an explosion against the face of her cervix.

Wrought from this was a mixture of gurgling and gulping noises indicative of Galko's foremost talent. Despite having spent the preceding few minutes as little more than a squirming onahole for her suitor's cock, the discharge of a glutted thread of semen through the mouth of her cervix warped the interior of her cunt into a siphon in the blink of an eye. Whereas Galko herself was stupefied by the injection of molten swimmers into her womb, both her inner walls and cervix put out draining convulsions designed to drag as many rancid semen strands out into their depths as possible.

No small feat by default, the nature of the sludge that was blasted into her womb made her innards' accomplishments that much more impressive. Whether as a result of her suitor's innate virility or his decision to refrain from masturbation right up until he acquired an opportunity to fuck all of his urine-stained genetic material out into one of Galko's holes, every noodle-length burst of semen dumped out into her cunt maintained a consistency on par with a lumpy, nutrient-bloated resin. Shaded a dull, jaundiced yellow-white that screamed of congestion and riddled from tail to tail with bulbous wads of wasted nutrients that added a nauseating chunkiness to their appearance, the fact that the strands remained in a state that could be flushed through the young man's shaft was almost a miracle.

And yet, they were. Time and time again, wriggling pillars of the denatured slop were blasted out into contact with the roof of Galko's womb at a pace that the organ could not keep up with. Instead content to allow its natural volume to be completely inundated with cum within a handful of spurts—a circumstance that showcased the chewable lumpiness that the substance projected whilst compacted against itself—a precedent was set for the organ's inundation with semen before even a fraction of the young man's load could be expended.

All of this was thanks to the eagerness displayed between Galko's cunt and womb. Rather than pulse pointlessly against the erection spreading their depths, the warming outflow of semen into her cunt triggered reflexive, root-to-tip contractions of its walls against the young man's cock. Trained by countless bouts of intercourse to quietly encourage chunked semen through his urethra, the grinding embraces that her meat produced saw to a softball-sized plumping of her womb within seconds.

Needless to say, none of this plumping would have occurred had her cervix not been so willing to slurp in the first place. As if a pair of lips motivated by the biological desires at the root of Galko's addled psyche, the pliant chub of her cervix intentionally descended along the girth of her suitor's glans to welcome a fraction of its length directly into her womb. From this point onward, loosely pressurized 'suckles' (specifically quivers that just so happened to imitate the sensation) increased the rate at which chunked wads of semen were dragged into her womb. Granted an added benefit in the form of the contact that her cervix enjoyed with all of the semen pumped into her womb, one could have argued that these suckles were as vital to the stuffing of her insides as the perverse force set behind the young man's orgasm.

Furthest removed from those that might've argued this point was the young man responsible for its relevance. Throughout his orgasm, he delivered short, fat-plumping stabs of his crotch whilst maintaining the hilt he had set, and occasionally swiveled his hips from left to right in an effort to push every drop of cum he had to offer out into Galko's folds. All the while consumed by the seething euphoria of his orgasm, the odds of his recognizing Galko's involvement in his release—much less the involvement of her innards—was slim to none.

Comparatively, Galko was enthralled with herself. Firmly wrenched from out of her world of silent reflection and into one dominated by the grating bliss of yet another uterus-fattening orgasm from one of her partners, her mind latched onto every part of the event as it occurred.

Somehow, she thought through it all as well. Whilst combating the wriggle of plush sperm cells against the lining of her womb and the deafening *GLORPS* that rumbled through her body cavity as excess semen was blasted into it, she spoke to herself with the intention of 'solidifying' the perspective that she had maintained all throughout the beginnings of her 20s.

If she did not apply herself to this, something within her stood to be lost for good—or so argued the pulsing need that had appeared within her ovaries.

"It's better than usual, isn't it? It always feels good getting my womb pumped full of cockjuice, but this time it's even better. It's so thick that it's probably gonna end up smeared inside me for ages if something else doesn't flush it out. It's so lively and squirmy, too—like it's dying to squeeze inside my ovaries and impregnate me…♥"

"That's how I know this is nice. My tummy wouldn't feel so good if this wasn't so nice. I wouldn't be groaning so much if there wasn't a good reason, and I wouldn't be squirting all over his cock like an idiot if I didn't have to…"

"This is the best—I don't care what anyone says."

"Getting pumped full of steaming, chunky cockjuice is just the best ♥."

If self-serving and one-sided, the thoughts that Galko maintained were at least partially grounded in reality. With or without her willingness to accept the inundation of her womb as something 'fun', the fact remained that her innards would not have responded so well to an orgasm of lesser quality. Viewed from this angle, her leaning on the event as a means of creating comfort and pleasure for herself was irrelevant; one way or another, something about the clogging of her cunt would have disarmed her regardless.

Backing for this fact arrived only moments after her musing came to an end. In the wake of dumping out a final few threads of cockjuice into her cunt—each of which just so happened to result in bulbous spurts of the discolored grime out from the edges of her cunt—the young man smothering Galko's frame saw fit to unholster himself from her depths altogether.

So did he begin with this process were Galko's attentions further fixated on the 'fun' that she was having. Over the course of several short seconds, the backward drag of cockflesh through her cunt invited dough-dense splutters of semen out alongside every inch he tugged out.

Monolithic and sustained, the low-height geysers that it wrought created a series of wide, closely arranged dollop smears across the underside of her thighs and across the face of her buttocks. Significant enough to completely obscure stretches of her sun-kissed skin underneath wadded puddles of semen, the sight of their assortment made a number of disgusting suggestions about the amount of cum inside of her that persisted until proceedings removed the need for them.

When finally the nose of his glans popped out from between her lower lips, all that remained where her cunt should have been was a crater topped off to the brim with discolored semen and 'framed' by abnormally pudgy lower lips peppered with stray strands of pubic hair. Choked with semen from its mouth to its core as a result of backdrafts from the overfilled state of her womb, a single glance at the lumpy surface of the basin contained within her made the extent of her stuffing unambiguous:

Somehow, the pleasure doled out by her cunt had very nearly sucked her suitor dry.

Having felt as much himself, the young man responsible for her cunt's state wasted no time in assessing his work. Pulling back out of his knee-set smother of Galko's back, he briefly propped himself up into a squat to assess the damage done to her backside in earnest.

Expectedly, a grin erupted across his lips as soon as his eyes fell on her folds.

"Whew! Now that was a fuckin' load off. I thought everyone was bullshitting me, but your cunt really is better than an onahole, heh heh." he applauded, chuckling. "I held off on jerking off for a couple of days and it still looks like you dragged almost everything out of me. No worries, though—I've still got more than enough in me to keep going if you're down."

"You're cool, right, Galko-chan?"

For several seconds, the young man's inquiry went unanswered. Upon dragging herself out of the stupor brought on by her seeding, priorities far more important than the voice of the man who had fucked her tugged Galko's attentions in several different directions.

Before anything else, she pushed her left hand outwards to take up the cutely decorated smartphone left to sit atop the nightstand adjacent to the bed. Still very much dazed by the fucking she had received, she failed to take hold of the device several times before finally scooping it up and dragging it back in towards her skull. Turning her face over towards its screen after the fact, a series of taps from her thumb scrolled several social media updates across it before they bottomed out in an activation of its frontal camera.

Presented with her sweaty facial features in all of their sex-addled glory, Galko snapped into a brief peeling of sex-mused hair away from her face before finally turning her attentions back towards the young man behind her.

Still more so invested in the state of her body than the man responsible for it, her response to his words left much to be desired in the way of clarity.

"H-Huh? Oh…" stammering, the quality of her voice and the distant facial expression that she wore suggested that she was not yet 'plugged in' to the world around her. "Sure, okay. That was fine so I don't mind if we go again or anything. I'm gonna need just a sec', though—I don't look cute at all and I can barely feel my legs."

"Here, lemme just deal with this…"

Behind a muttered 'Yoi...sho' of exertion, Galko made the mistake of rolling onto her back and attempting to stand upright. Wobbling to her feet after several seconds of false starts, she subsequently tottered her way through a shuffle over to a mound of discarded clothing near the mouth of the bedroom. For each step she took, wide streams of cockjuice comparable to poorly-heated streaks of spoilt cream spluttered out into streaks across her inner thighs whilst the gaped state of her cunt narrowed back towards a semblance of the pudgy tightness it displayed by default.

Indifferent to both of these things, Galko's focus remained on her mound of clothing as she moved.

At it, she painstakingly fished a pink and white fanny pack out of the mound only to set off with it to begin on her actual work. No less conscious of her looks than she had been during her high school years, her next destination was the only mirror within the room. In defiance of the fact that her next fucking would obliterate whatever changes that she made, she briefly reconfigured her sex-addled features into a semblance of normalcy before triumphantly rotating back towards the young man that lay in wait for her.

In her mind, the effort that she invested in this was necessary. Despite having surrounded herself with people that she believed to appreciate her for who she was, some part of her remained fearful that any small deficits in her sexual appeal would lead these same individuals to abandon her. In practice, the foundation of her appearance was appealing enough by itself—she was simply too fearful to ascertain as much herself.

As a significant fraction of the 'company' that she kept consisted of young men who desired nothing more than to fuck loads of semen out into her holes over and over again, complaints about her habit were sparse. Amongst these individuals—particularly those that succeeded in fucking her—simply allowing her the time that she needed ended up being far more rewarding than chastising her.

After having lay moments away from grumbling at Galko for her rise off of the bed, her current suitor was informed on this rule by way of example.

On her feet, Galko became a walking eyesore. Barely past 22 years of age and unfairly gifted with feminine assets since her youth, her frame offered a cock-fattening appeal that even much more shameless gyaru could not replicate.

By shutting his mouth and observing her throughout her progression, the young man was granted a 'presentation' of this appeal that was enhanced by the glazing of her frame with droplets of sweat and a clogging of her cunt with his semen. From behind, dough-swelled peach halves of flesh nastily smeared with semen and pubic hair bounced aggressively for each step that she took, and in doing so argued that a great deal of Galko's body fat had been absorbed into it. Nearly 30 inches across from cheek to cheek, the rounded, squish-prone orbs' settlement below the fertile flaring of her hip curvature somehow resulted in a sight both proportional and obscene.

Comically, Galko's turn away from her vanity mirror erased the overfed globes' protrusion from her lower back from his mind.

At this, her breasts and midsection became far more attractive to him. Swelled and softened by more than 6 consecutive years of growth, the natural teardrops of J-cup breast flesh that hung over her chest made the plumpness of her ass seem far more reasonable in retrospect. Engorged with fat that begged to be kneaded by one's hand and understandably hung because of them, the sweat-glazed sacs dominated the presentation of her upper body such that attempting to take one's eye off of them was pointless.

Not including their 7-inch protrusion away from her torso or their shapely curtaining of her upper abdominals, the visuals that they offered were magnetic. Whilst palm-width patches of areola flesh dominated their faces, 3-inch-long knobs of similarly colored nipple flesh protruded away from them as if to suggest a splicing of her genetics with some sort of sow.

Though the young man was perfectly aware of how large her breasts were, the sight of them whilst naked was simply another matter entirely. Because of his fixation, the succulent softness of her waist and lower abdominals completely escaped his attention. Devoid of excess fat, yet padded with enough of the substance to make her appear soft and gropable, the state of her middle argued that all of the physical activity her body enjoyed consisted of long bouts of hormonal intercourse.

In his current state, several seconds of consuming these traits were tantamount to hours of visual masturbation for the young man. Consequently, Galko's return to the edge of the bed caught him consumed by the same desire that had prompted him to talk his way into bed with her in the first place.

One way or another, he needed to ensure that every drop of his semen ended up blasted inside of her holes.

"Uoh, that's crazy. You actually managed to make yourself cuter after all that." he teased, grinning. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised, but you really know how to fatten a guy's dick with that body of yours, Galko."

"There's just one tiny thing missing, though…."

Believing herself restored to the very best state possible for her, the revelation that something was missing with her shocked Galko into discomfort. Playful smile replaced by a worried pout, she immediately descended to her hands and knees atop the mattress in a display of curiosity.

Here, her concern soon became a cloying need for clarification.

"Ehhh, maji? What's missing?" she exhaled, worriedly. "I can't look perfect after getting fucked like that, y'know. I guess I'll try to fix it if I can, but you gotta be careful about how you say that stuff."

"I-I'm okay, but most girls are pretty sensitive about their looks."

To this, the young man simply sneered and chuckled.

"Oh, your looks are fine—even I'm not that greedy, Galko." he replied. "What you're missing is an attitude…"

"The one that you get after popping one of these."

In time with his utterance, the young man swung his left hand up from his side to present a circular pill ahead of Galko's face. Retrieved from underneath a pillow he had set hours prior, the pill's chalk-white coloration and the pale pink heart stamped to both of its sides marked it as one of several illegal sexual stimulants available on the Japanese black market.

Naïve to a fault, Galko's eyes disregarded the truth of the tablet so as to recognize it as one of the 'supplements' that supposedly made sex so much fun for her.

"Ahhhh, gomen gomen—I totally forgot." she chirped. "Here, I'll take it. Just give it here and I'll get some water."

"Nah, no need." the young man retorted. "Just say 'aaaah' for me, alright? I'll worry about the rest."

"You trust me, right? I mean, we're friends, after all, aren't we?"

Met with words that she had never learned how to properly scrutinize, all of Galko's reservations were torn from her at once. Without another word, she parted her lips and pushed the soaked length of her tongue out as a platform for the pill that she would be fed.

True to his word, this display was all that the young man needed from her. At the exposure of her tongue, he pushed his hand inwards and plated the pill atop the dead center of her tongue. This done, he snapped his palm flat against the underside of her jaw and impressed his thumb and index finger into the opposing edges of her cheek to keep her mouth open.

A moment later, he snapped up into a squat. Feet flat against the mattress beneath him, he lowered his crotch to a height that aligned the partly-erect nose of his erection with the inside of Galko's mouth. Here, he plunged his right hand into a choking envelopment of his glans' girth and began applying painstakingly slow strokes up and down along its length.

For each one that he produced, a wad of discolored semen left within his urethra in the wake of his orgasm was coaxed out of his length as logs of lukewarm porridge through a smoothie straw. Pitiable in comparison to the ropes that had surged through his length minutes prior, their size and the rancid, bulbous glut they maintained remained sufficient for completely smothering the exposed face of Galko's tongue with a disjointed sheet splatter of semen within seconds.

As it turned out, the creation of these layers was the 'point' of the gesture—beyond the young man's satisfaction, of course. The moment the surface area of Galko's tongue was consumed, he ceased his stroking and pushed his left hand upwards to shut her mouth from the bottom.

From here on out, reflex and response did his work for him. Despite the girlish furrowing of her brow by the squirming squid flavor that was heaped atop her tongue, the closure of Galko's mouth prompted her to painstakingly chew and swallow the payload she had been given without a moment's delay. One *GLORP- inducing swallow at a time, she pushed her suitor's heated slop down her throat and tasked her esophagus with somehow delivering it into her stomach without regurgitating it.

Perhaps too adept at processing semen for its own good, what the young man had intended for the effort came about right as Galko's first wad of drug-infused semen hit her stomach. Either as a result of the bloated virility of the sperm cells it contained or the cocktail of stimulants and hormones contained within it, seconds of contact between the young man's semen and the lining of her stomach sufficed for rolling Galko's eyes to the peak of their sockets and dumping her cheek first against the mattress.

A moment later, they sufficed for squeezed several arced splutters of heated cuntsyrup out of her folds just as well.

"Hooogyuuuuu…♥♥" overcome by the stimulation that accompanied her orgasm and the uterus-warming convulsions responsible for it, a strained coo indicative of her plight slithered from Galko's lips in time with her release.

Not long afterwards, tangible proof of the pill's effectiveness tumbled from her lips to compliment it.

"Hi'mochiiiii♥. T-Thanks for reminding me 'bout, this (n)-kun—I feel s-so much better now…" she continued. "L-Let's keep having fun, 'kay? You sh'ill need to cum summore, right?"

Presented with the opportunity he desired, the young man used it to the fullest. Spurred on by the newly-fattened trunk of cockflesh at his crotch, he pushed both of his hands down into contact with the fringes of Galko's shoulders and wrenched her slumped frame up towards the peak of the mattress. After drawing her to a position that set her face inches short of contact with the wall behind the mattress, he immediately moved up to a squatted position directly behind her.

His first target here was the twitching dough fat of her asscheeks. Mushing his palms into their overwhelming swell, he brought the orgasmic quivering of her lower body to a halt so as to hike her rear up to height level with the lowly-set engorgement of his glans.

Expectedly, penetration followed. First spreading the fat of Galko's asscheeks just far enough to expose the modest pudge of her mons, he subsequently drove his crotch through a curved shovel thrust that messily slotted his semen-drenched glans back through the congested warmth of her cuntlips.

For this, he earned the only form of applause that Galko was still capable of producing.

"Uughhhiii♥! Y-You're back inside a-already?" she mewled. "I-I'm sorry, it feels way too good—I-I might end up squirting before, y-you start, okay?"

Rather than dwell on the satisfaction induced by her words, the young man used them to push his thrust through to completion. Leaning inwards as far as his squat would allow, he used his body weight to mush inch after inch of his vascular breeding loaf into her cunt's embrace until the soaked surface of his crotch was driven down to another warm sandwiching against her assfat.

This done, he reapplied his hands elsewhere. In a display of intent far more significant than it appeared, the young man commemorated his hilt within Galko's innards by pushing his arms inwards across her frame until the fringes of his fingertips found the corners of her lips. On contact, he curled the tips of all four of his fingers into hooks and rudely slotted all of them into the opposing sides of her mouth.

Behind their impression, the young man began slamming his crotch inwards and outwards. Using his newly form 'grasp' on Galko's mouth as braces for his frame and handlebars for his manipulation of Galko's body, he began digging his cock back and forth through slanted plunges whose 'focus' was the repeated compaction of his glans into the tightest pocket of cuntflesh within her cunt.

In less specific terms, he committed himself to a short-length thrusting metronome that took advantage of his fishhooking of her mouth. Instead of pumping his cock through long, slow-moving strokes that would have required the extraction and impression of a significant fraction of his shaft, the young man repeatedly bounced the initial three inches of his length back and forth through Galko's folds as aggressively as he could.

The primary products of this pattern surrounded a thudding nuzzle of his glans up against the face of Galko's cervix. Rendered a puffy, semen-glutted pocket of humidity and pressure by the sex that she had endured thus far, the stretch of vaginal canal below the meaty button applied a greasy compression against his glans right before it was wedged through it. Past this point, the depression of its nose against the semen-basted looseness of her cervix created a sensation of invasion that funneled addictive satisfaction up his spine time and time again.

As each of the plunges that he delivered were short, the amount of time that separated one lust-slogged nuzzle of his cocktip from the next was negligible. Better still, the persistence of his cocktrunk within her cunt—specifically the majority of it—turned each of the greedy strokes that he produced into an addictive nuzzle of his erection's blood vessels against the quivering congestion of her folds. Made particularly potent at the underside of his cock by the downward slope of his motions, what should have been a simple impression of its span against her cunt's sex-greased flooring quickly became a mushy indentation of his shaft's girth and texture into it.

Whereas the young man could have easily found contentment in these things, he instead used the pleasure that they provided as 'motivation' for deriving other forms of satisfaction from his metronome.

Foremost amongst these 'others' was the pullback that he earned from fishhooking both sides of Galko's mouth. Though holding her mouth as he was naturally limited the length of his strokes, the painstaking stints of retraction that followed each of them acquired enhancement as a result of it.

In particular, he acquired the ability to wrench himself back down to a hilt without relying solely on his hips or groin. By pulling back against Galko's finger-spread maw and driving his crotch forward at the same time, stuffing the inches of cockflesh that he flicked out of her cunt back into it was streamlined for him. No matter how much slobbering suction her greedy innards squeezed against his length—or for that matter, how much of their inner lining clung to his trunk as he retreated—goring her squirting crevice full of cockflesh was never anymore difficult than slamming his crotch down to a sandwiching compression against her rear.

Audible proof of the amount of freedom that he enjoyed appeared only seconds into his metronome. For every sweat-spreading clap of his crotch against Galko's assfat (these coming after whatever slogged gulping noise was fucked out of the edges of her cunt), a moist *PLAPP* of moist flesh against moist flesh sounded out throughout the bedroom. Repeated with manic intensity and blended amidst other noises that ranged from the pendulum collision of the young man's balls with her mons to the spurting displacement of cuntsyrup from her folds, the noises themselves soon became reminiscent of a feral-minded male rutting against an onahole shaped as a human female torso.

While this was not exactly what was taking place, it may as well have been. Seemingly aware of this on some level, the young man made no attempts at speaking over the satisfying gurgling chain as it was produced, and instead trained his ears on it so as to accelerate the arrival of his orgasm.

Were it not for the drugs coursing through her frame, Galko may've done the same. For that matter, she may well have approached the degrading brutality of her rutting with something resembling dignity.

Needless to say, neither of these things were possible for her whilst in the midst of having so much 'fun'.

"Guh♥-hyuu-guuuh-hahh♥-hyuu-guhh~." slurred exhalations segmented by the brutal pace of her suitor's thrusts, Galko's first (and only) response to the sloppy clapping noises produced at her rear was a sustained string of strained coos that were intended as compliments to him.

To reiterate, this was the very best that she could do. The moment her body began absorbing the dissolved content of her pill, a molten heat ignited within her uterus denied her the ability to do much else. So as to cope with it, the refractory period between her orgasms was shortened to a hair-trigger, and a state of near-perpetual contraction kept her feminine guts huddled around the same pillar of cockflesh that contributed to their disarray.

The fact that these things served to increase the amount of pleasure she derived from her fucking was not a coincidence. On top of the burning need that was injected into her reproductive organs, the drug that Galko consumed reduced her psyche to a state of simplicity capable of subsisting on the same idea that she attempted to pound into herself on a daily basis:

So long as she was having fun, nothing else mattered.

As stimulation for herself and her partner was something she deemed to be 'fun', her body facilitated its creation without her input. To the best of their ability, the squirting folds of her cunt glued themselves to the destructive bloat of the young man's cock, and regular expulsions of resin-thick squirt were blasted out against it to ensure that his thrusts remained smooth and gutting until he arrived at an orgasm.

Soon enough, her mouth and throat were made useful as well. Despite having been left incapable of proper speech by the spread of her mouth, the addled state of Galko's mind was perfectly happy to spew out grunts and groans in response to the hilts that were plunged into it.

As it happened, her body remained capable of producing some with meaning, too.

"Iguu—iguu—iguu—iguuu ♥♥. (Gonna cumm-gonna cum-gonna cumm ♥♥)" while throaty and strained, the passage of time eventually fished a single intelligible string of words out of Galko's throat.

Expectedly—presuming one grasped their meaning—the release of these 'words' and all of the squeals that followed coincided with the reverberation of intelligent speech within Galko's head.

As it turned out, even drugs were not sufficient for quieting the doubts that persisted at her core.

"S-Sooo gooood ♥. Getting my cunt used like a squirty onahole like this is great. M-My face probably looks really stupid, but all of this is just gonna make me cum more." she thought to herself.

"N'that doesn't even matter. (n)-kun's cock is wriggling and squirming so much just from pounding my womb. That means that he's having fun blending up my stupid cunt, too ♥."

"A-After this, he'll only think I'm more fun. He'll tell other guys that he knows, n'they'll want to hang out and do stuff with me as well…"

"I-I'll always have friends this way, and I'll always be able to get my insides beaten up while my womb sloshes with nasty cum!"

Because these utterances were contained within the sole remaining kernel of sense that remained within her skull, their production failed to change anything about the manner in which she was fucked. All the same, insight as to their contents could have provided her suitor with additional satisfaction had Galko been capable of actually uttering them.

This was not to say that the young man was worse off without them, of course. Minutes into his pumping metronome, the same sources of stimulation that had washed over him at its outset remained potent enough to fuel the acceleration of his thrusts in the present. Soon set into the 'home stretch' of his squatted rut by Galko's orgasmic squeals, his mind wanted for nothing where pleasure and motivation were concerned.

In a way, his ignorance as to the depth of Galko's insecurities was integral to this. Believing her to be nothing more than a naive and sweet-natured iteration of the average tokyo-based gyaru, taking advantage of her felt completely natural.

Everything from feeding her sexual narcotics right down to blowing raw loads of semen into her womb was owed to him. As such, how he went about enjoying them was his business—even if the effectiveness of his methods came at Galko's expense.

Driven by this mindset, the sharpening of his thrusts eventually paid dividends.

"F-Fuck, awhright—don't go cumming before me, Galko-chan! I'm gonna blow out the rest of cockjuice into your womb, so don't stop milking me until then!" the young man barked. "Getting high on those drugs is no excuse! Until we're finished, your whole body is still my personal onahole!"

Feeling several telltale signs of his release creeping up on him all at once, a warning of sorts burst from the young man's throat before he could shape its content into something more domineering.

Subsequently, he intensified his stroking pace into a masturbatory pummel and pushed his line of sight down towards Galko's rear to appreciate it.

There, he found nastier iterations of all of the visuals he had produced thus far. Now more dewed with sweat than ever, the heavy compressions that his crotch flogged against Galko's assfat sent splatters of the substance spewing away from her cheeks with each thrust he produced.

Below these splatters, monstrous splurts of feminine lubrication were wrenched out of her cunt with far more regularity. Sometimes in the form of arced streaks and other times in gluey sheets segmented by elongation, both the plunges and retractions of his cock from out of her depths repeated some amount of discharge from within her.

To him, the crotch-drenching obscenity of it all did not strike him as abnormal. Given the pink-red puffiness of her pube-smeared mons, orgasmic discharges of cuntsyrup from her depths made sense to him in a way. Past this, the sight of her squirting whilst her cunt sat gaped around the girth of his cock was too satisfying for him to dislike regardless.

Fixation on these things turned his thoughts onto his erection. Suddenly far more aware of his towering erection's writhe against her folds, the stimulation that he derived from repeatedly fattening the log-shaped bulge it created at her midsection surged for a second time. Quickly enraptured by a mixture of quivering suckles against the nose of his glans and the claustrophobic scrubbing of canal flesh her insides provided, their combination progressively pushed his desire for an orgasm into the realm of biological necessity.

In recognition of this, his psyche narrowed in on release and release alone. Tightening the impression of his fingertips into Galko's inner cheeks, he affirmed his grasps one final time prior to pushing his thrusts towards completion. Training his ears on the guttural *PLAPP-PLORP-PLAPP-PLORP* produced by his curved plunges, he bounced himself back between a full hilt and a modest retraction until the nerve endings of his shaft could take no more.

Beyond this point, he erupted.

"Guuuuoohhh!!!"

*BLATT—BLORRSH!*

Following a bestial grunt and a clapping noise produced by a definitive impression of the young man's crotch against Galko's assfat, a muddy explosion akin to a contained implosion of cake batter within a pipe sounded out from the union of their frames. Wrought from a second eruption of congested semen from the tip of his length out against the tented face of her cervix, its outflow (and the outflow of the noises that followed it) proved foul enough to create an auditory picture of the goings-on within her cunt.

At first, the events concerned barely differed from the first expulsion of cockjuice out into her depths. Yet again, the loosened midsection of her cervix tightened into a girlish suckle against the nose of the young man's length to better facilitate the fattening of her womb with semen. Supplemented by the tightened quivering of her vaginal canal, her insides successfully worked one rancid strand of semen out into her womb after another.

Qualitatively, the semen that comprised these strands was similar as well. More so yellow than white and 'doughy' to the extent that the chunks that they contained very nearly created blockages within the young man's urethra, its features supported the claim that the young man had made about wanting to get rid of 'the rest' of the load he had saved up. Confronted with the task of discharging the same 'brand' of semen it had upchucked nearly an hour prior, his shaft seamlessly spewed 9-inch strands of the substance into syringe-weighted bursts into her womb without any sort of difficulty.

Yet again, these strands were compiled against one another within Galko's womb as layers of chewable muck until their coalescence restored her womb to the state of midsection-warming chubbiness that it had enjoyed prior to the young man's second thrusting salvo.

Unlike his first orgasm, though, these spurts incurred consequences far more significant and graphic than their predecessors. Owing to the fact that the majority of the semen that had stuffed her womb during the young man's first release still remained inside of it, Galko's womb was bloated past its normal capacity far more quickly than it could adapt to.

Consequently, copious amounts of excess cockjuice were pushed out of her cunt as compensation. Discharged with enough force to clog, and submerged the peak of her asscrack with semen (i.e., far enough to cake her lower back in the substance) whilst at the same time blubbering out and away from the cock-spread edges of her cunt, a few seconds outflow resulted in the creation of several portly semen puddles directly below Galko's cunt. These thicker and more closely arranged relative to the last set fucked out of her, the excess that they carried—their discoloration, lumpiness, and width—removed all ambiguity as to why they had been produced in the first place:

Without a sufficient amount of adjustment time (or a sufficiently empty state), even the most well-trained uterus could not hope to contain more than a few spurts of it.

Eyes alight with reproductive satisfaction and mouth 'consumed' in a drooling appreciation of her usage, Galko disregarded the spluttering of semen out of her cunt as an expected part of her suitor's orgasm. Otherwise enamored with the contentment she derived from having helped the young man attain another orgasm, the 'specifics' of this—these concerning the portly inundation of her womb and the sensation of swimmers squirming at the mouth of her cunt—lost importance from her perspective.

She was not afraid to admit this, either. After busying herself with groaning and cooing throughout the beginnings of the young man's release, a timely slippage in the tightness of her mouth's fishhooking provided her with an opportunity to squeal out to her heart's content.

If whorish and slurred, the outbursts that she produced were utterly devoid of regret.

"Igyuuuu! G-Gettin' stuffed with c-cockjyushhhhh ♥." she cooed, maw tugged into a stupidly depraved smile. "M-My womb's suckin' it all out n' my tummy'sh so warm and squishy now—I c'n even feel it squirming inside my cunt♥!"

"S-Squirt it all out, pleas'h—plug my insides full of dickjuice 'tll you're empty~!"

Thus far indifferent to all of the sensations unrelated to his orgasm (including the overflow of Galko's cunt), the shrill disregard that Galko's voice contained dragged the young man from out of his sexual stupor well ahead of schedule. Forced to recognize the spillage of semen from her folds right as his orgasm began nearing completion, the domineering desire at the root of his behavior prompted him to 'rectify' the situation before it worsened.

In pursuit of this, he abandoned his impotent fishhooking of Galko's mouth for a drive inwards. Bracing the root of his cock with his right hand whilst pushing himself forward, he messily extracted the full length of his shaft through her folds by sliding forwards instead of backwards. Taking advantage of her upper body's collapse against the mattress space below it, he realigned his squat to a hover over her shoulders and afterwards replaced his right hand down to the nose of his erection for another short stint of stroking.

Through these things, the remainder of his orgasm was stroked out across the exposed left side of Galko's face and hairline in the form of a half dozen layered noodles of cockjuice. Beginning with a slanted arc of the substance smeared from the beginning of her hairline down to the base of her jaw, comparably rancid strands of the substance were drizzled across her profile with just enough consistency to leave pockets of her sweat-glazed flesh visible underneath them. By the end of their crisscrossing and compilation, only the fringes of her exposed left eye and cheek were left uncovered by bulbous sludge.

Work complete, the release of the young man's final dollop of cum filled him with an exhilaration that demanded to be shared—

Despite having used Galko's body to the fullest, lording this fact over her was nearly as important to him as the effort itself.

"Hyuuuu! Fuck yeah, that was great, Galko-chan! Coulda sworn you were gonna start sucking me inside out for a second there!" the young man grunted, happily. "A-Anyway, I've got some shit I have to do, so I'm gonna go ahead and call you a ride. If I'm free, maybe we can hang out again in a few days?"

Left inches shy of catatonic by what she had endured, Galko's instincts pushed a jagged, sex-addled smile across her lips in hopes that her suitor might glean her intended answer from it.

Based on its length and quality, her answer was yes—

Just as it would have been to any other male willing to offer her companionship in the wake of using her.