Story: Oversynch

 

 
Everyone has a moment where they awaken to their kink. I mean, think about it. You didn't always know you were into what you're into. One day something set you off. Something you saw or heard related to the kink kinda turned you on a bit unexpectedly, and you suddenly went "huh!" Like a switch being flipped, or a lightbulb coming on over your head, you suddenly realise that weird thing you heard about and sort of wondered how other people could be into - well, you're into it too.

Touji was having a moment exactly right that, right here and now. Seeing the girl he had a weird crush on standing in front of him with a penis that, frankly, was twice his own in terms of length and girth was... sort of working for him a bit.Those feminine hips sorta framed it in a way that worked. It was hard to explain exactly. Watching it swinging there in between her thighs made it really hard for him to look away.

"So... is that a new thing?" Touji said. "I mean, I've seen you in bloomers, pretty sure something like that would've been noticeable. Or mentioned by the other girls at some point."

She answered by kissing him right on the lips. In a situation like this, the man oughta be the one to take control, but honestly he was still kind of grappling with the weirdness of this situation. Why did Hikari have a dick? Since when did she get one? What if this was some kind of really weird Angel attack?

<I>"It's not,"</i> said a voice inside his head. Huh? What the hell was - was that Hikari's voice? Had she thrown her voice or something, because right now her tongue was taste testing his tonsils, speech shouldn't be possible. <i>"I see, so you like it like this, do you?"</i> Like it like wha- Woah!

It was really weird. For some reason he was getting impressions of what she was thinking or feeling. Growing, building the more they kissed. As that went on, it sorta made sense that she'd know how to make him feel amazing, in large part because he was feeling the same about her. A deeper understanding of her as a person than should be possible. Understanding why she prioritised everyone being neat and orderly. Why she liked him. Why she wanted a big swinging dick herself.

In turn, it felt like she was understanding him more too, though he didn't quite get how he was getting that impression. It just sorta... occurred to him. This was way too much happening all at once! Touji seized her shoulders and pulled her back, fully intending to ask her what the hell was going on.

The instant their lips parted, he felt this... tremendous sucking loneliness. It was like someone had carved a hole in the middle of his brain all of a sudden. At the same time, Hikari's presence inside his mind sorta... stopped cold. A feeling which really wasn't setting his mind at ease, for sure!

"R-Run it by me in full," Touji said, though his voice felt like it was on the verge of slurring. "Whatever just happened, I sorta remember something to do with Shinji, Asuka and Rei, but the rest is kinda..." Disappearing from his memory. Like it wasn't his to start with. Slipping through his fingers like tightly clutched sand.

"W-well, it started with a regular visit, then I wound up in their shower and they gave me a penis."

Right. That's about what he remembered. Hikari then stared at him for a few seconds. Over the course of that few seconds, Touji had the slow creeping horrifying realisation that this was the entire story as she understood it.

"So, how did they give you a penis?" Touji asked. A question he never would have dreamed he would need clarified, but there you go.

"I'm not sure, they just sort of... did it."

Huh. Now, Touji wasn't exactly top of the class or anything. More like, close to the bottom. Even he knew enough about basic biology to know you didn't just wave a magic wand and go "hey presto you have a penis now." Especially one as big and suitable for making a man's prostate beg for mercy as that one.

That was a weird thought to have right now, gonna put that to the side for the time being in a pile called 'shit I have to deal with, but not right now'.

"You know, now that I'm not in quite as lust addled a haze anymore, that was really effing weird."

"Effing?" Touji quirked an eyebrow. "You're going with 'effing' while your futa dick is poking my stomach?"

"Oh, sorry about that!" Hikari eeped and then turned away. Fuuuuuck, she was far too cute! "Um... Maybe we should check in on them? Find out what's going on there? They were acting kind of weird too, come to think."

Maybe. Maybe he would. But first thing's first, this aching gnaw at the back of his head had to be answered. So... He embraced her from behind. Pulled her close to him. Nice and close, feeling her warmth and softness presesd into him.

"You know, it's obvious we like each other..." Touji said. "I mean, you up and showed me your futa dick and I let you smooch me." She turned her head a bit, and he pecked her on the -

Love love love love love. So much love so much love want to be with forever and ever and -

Guh! That brief contact had filled him with all that emotion! Then when it ended, the gaping void returned once again. What was going on here? He tried again. Another brief kiss, and that emptiness vanished, replaced with wonderful, warm feelings that he couldn't hope to live without - but would have to when they vanished after the kiss stopped.

<i>"It only lasts while we're kissing."</i>

<b>"Feels good!"</b> he replied, barely able to summon that much. <b>"Don't want it to stop!"</b>

There he was trying to be all cool and romantic and shit, and now here they were kissing again. Could he retain control over this for maybe ten seconds? Might be nice! It didn't help that he was starting to feel this pulsing need in his balls. An echo of what she was feeling in her futa dick. If there was anything he remembered from Kensuke's hentai, it's that futa dicks need sex even more intensely than any man. Their balls will swell, threatening to burst, and their dicks would get bigger, harder, more needful of satisfaction.

He was certainly feeling that now. There was no way they could go back to those three with her in this condition. She needed release. Hell, the way he was feeling he was sorta needing it too.

To cut a long story short, that's how he wound up bent over the back of the sofa with his tracksuit trousers and boxers around his ankle getting his prostate stimulated good and hard by Hikari's futa-dick. No, no need to build up to it, we all knew where this was going. Everything else in his thought process was basically an excuse to get to this point.

Oh, and hey, he could take that one item out of his 'shit I need to deal with but not right now' pile because he needed to deal with that shit right the hell now because it turned out having your prostate stimulated was - chef's kiss! It's so weird, but so <i>good</i>.

"Ah! Ahhhh! Touji, are you sure you're okay with this?"

"If you have strength to talk, you have strength to thrust!" Touji yelled. Ah! But after a little bit, it wasn't just his prostate that was starting to feel good. He was starting to feel other things as well. It was as though his own dick was wrapped up in a warm damp, very snug place. He could feel that empty void in his brain being filled up with Hikari's thoughts. But it felt different to before when they were kissing. It felt... better? More complete? As if this time these thoughts and feelings weren't going to vanish or slip out of his grip the second they stopped fucking. These thoughts were here. In his brain, and they were here to stay!

<i>"Tap my ass next!"</i>

<b>"With pleasure!"</b>

Now, back to the part where he was dealing with the fact that his new girlfriend was fucking him up the ass and he kinda - no, really very much liked it. A lot. A whole lot. To start with, there was nothing gay about this. Not that it ultimately mattered, but she was a girl who happened to have a penis, and he was a straight guy. See? Perfectly normal, nothing wrong with that. Not that there would be anything wrong with it if - Uh, whatever ,the point was that his sexuality was secure, he had merely discovered a weirdish kink that he didn't know he had before. It didn't make him any less of a tough guy either. Hell, it didn't really mean anything for their relationship except the fact that they had a relationship, and also this was a thing they did in private now.

What, he was dealing with a whole lot of confusing emotions right now, and only half of those emotions were his own. Uh, what was the word for this? He'd heard it said before somewhere but...

<i>"Gestalt,"</i> Hikari said right before unloading her hot creamy spunk, in turn making him paint the back of this sofa white as he felt that release as well. <i>"It's called a gestalt, dear. It seems that our minds have bonded for some reason into a gestalt for two...</i>

"Huh..." Touji grunted. "A gestalt, huh...?"

The two of them held onto each other for a bit feeling confused and... kinda horny really. Touji mulled it over. For some reason them having sex made them join together into a gestalt.

"This is nice," he decided. "How about..."

"We bring my big sister into this too," Hikari finished for him.

Yeah... Yeah, that sounded like an awesome idea to him. A little kiss to ignite the spark, and then sex to set the flames. Sounded like a whole lot of fun to him! Nothing could go wrong with that... right?