Story: Kiss-O-Matic

Keitaro Urashima woke up bolt upright, breathing heavily and panting wearily. He looked around and found himself in his usual room at the Hinata dorms. A bare room, with notes scattered around. A bit on the messy side, largely due to clothes he hadn't gotten around to either washing or putting away properly, plus school notes and books that were supposed to help one get into the psychology of studying.

"What an intense dream," he said, mopping his forehead. "Whew! It took a really weird direction, too. Man!" He must be much more wound up than he first thought! He sighed, slapped his cheeks and arose from bed, ready to begin his chores. First up - he needed to get dressed and have breakfast. After that, he would clean himself off and take a soak in his personal bath. After that, he should really get some studying done. Maybe he could check in on Naru, and - 

As he reached for the door to his room, it opened wide revealing Naru wearing a naked apron but also her lips were enormous sensitive looking suckers and the apron had a giant kiss mark in the middle of it, and - 

"Good morning, husband," Naru said with hearts in her eyes... that transformed into lips. Big kissy lips. Big kissy smoochy smoochy lips. On automatic, Keitaro leaned in and embraced her, pulling her body close to his and smooooooochy smoochy smoochy smooch. Ah, come to think his own lips were larger and more sensitive and kissable than normal too, weren't they? Perhaps that hadn't been a weird dream after all? Perhaps it had been a very good dream! Naru pulled back and smiled. "Shinobu is making breakfast, and Motoko is prepared to suck your dick."

"Ah..." Keitaro muttered, feeling himself returning to the state of mind he'd been in during the dream. His back straightened, his demeanour grew more serious. More serious than a man who was just kissed by a nearly naked babe and then told that another babe would be giving him a blowjob should ever be capable of. "What shall Mitsune and Mutsumi be doing, in the meantime...?"

"Making out with Kanako." Of course. He almost forgot that his adopted little sister was here as well. Then, his wife and fellow Kissing Cult leader, Naru Narusegawa, turned around to make it very clear that she was, indeed, going naked apron and strode off confidently down the corridor. Ah yes. Of course. Last night, he had kissed every inch of that wonderful body of hers. Showed it the proper worship that it was due, for truly it was a gift from the gods.

In the kitchen, he found the other dorm members lounging in their casual clothes, all ready to show him the proper reverence at a moment's notice. Their body language shifted when they noticed him arrive, that little jump from casual to professional was quite noticeable.

"Greetings, Lord Urashima," Motoko bowed, practically throwing herself at his feet... which she then proceeded to kiss, which was nice to feel from her. She was quickly joined by Kanako, Mitsune and Mutsumi, who crowded around on the floor and... if he was being quite honest was making it hard for him to move. Keitaro had been up all night with Naru, and that girl had a great deal of energy. He was, frankly, famished and could do with food rather than adulation at the moment.

But, ahem, decorum was something to be minded. It wouldn't do at all if he commanded them to make way. It might make him seem... Impatient, in a foul mood. Or maybe put them off doing it in future, when he does want them to kiss his feet. It did feel good. Not as good as sex or having his dick sucked by their enormous suckers...

What was he thinking about again? For some reason he lost track.

...

His stomach growled. Oh! That's right, he was trying to think of a way to get them to stop without coming across as meanspirited. One could hardly blame him for losing track. Almost anyone would after being confronted by these kissable lips, and bodies that had been tremendously enhanced through the gift granted by their smooching deities.

Speaking of which, there were a few skittering around right now bestowing their blessing to these, his most devout. Hoho! Such clever things they were, helping and guiding them on the path to enlightenment. While there were several out there in the world who did not appreciate or understand the true glory behind huge kissable lips, or thighs that yearned to have lips pressed upon them, or breasts that yearned to be sucked, or posteriors that were round and pillowy and so enormous it would take a week to kiss every square inch...

These people must be enlightened. But after he had his breakfast, he had quite a lot of tasks ahead of -

"Lord Urashima!" a voice happily chirped from the device. "It is I, your devoted AI, Toeni Numbah!"

Oho? Toeni? Ah yes, one of those artificial intelligences created by serendipity. How nice of her to stop by, even if only through remotely controlling one of the machines. Now, for his breakfast - 

"Lord Urashima, there has been a tremendous breakthrough in our laboratory! Please come at once!"

"Oh!" Mutsumi gasped. "Yes, my Lord, they have been working so hard through the night. Let us bless them with your presence!" Her swollen breasts rubbed up and down around Keitaro's leg, making it impossible to move.

"Indeed," Mitsune smirked, her breasts doing much the same. "We must take care to reward hard work like this, don't you think?"

 Ah! Itt was very, very difficult for him to say no to them when their enormous, kiss enhanced bosoms were rubbing into him like this... They were so happy and enthusiastic, and now Motoko was pushing her butt right into his crotch and <i>ooooh</i> that was a nice big butt, it felt like he was being sucked along by its sheer gravity. Or perhaps the raw power of her cheeks had pinched his robes enough that she was hauling him along?

"Come along, my Lord!" Motoko said, and right as Keitaro was bringing up the strength of will to ask them to hold off until he had something to eat he felt Kanako's breasts right at his back. Erasing any thought he might have had of food long enough that it would become quite improper for him to say anything now.

Oh dear! It seemed that decorum and proper behaviour had trapped him into a morning of being completely starving!