#big disability

If Mukuro was a more emotive person, she might’ve been squirming, or blushing. But as it was, all she did was sigh softly as she hung in mid-air, both of her feet several inches off the ground. She was suspended in a doorway, her ass having gotten completely stuck in the doorframe as she tried to force her way through.

And now, she was stuck. 

But it was fine. Mukuro was used to her phat ass getting her stuck in places. A door at Hope’s Peak was a lot less hazardous than a battlefield in the Middle East anyway.

All she had to do was wait for someone to come by and help her out of this predicament-

Mukuro blinked as she felt something impact her ass, making her meat jiggle in response. She twisted her middle around, a sharp word on her lips, only for her voice to falter as she saw a brown ahoge just barely poke out from in between her cheeks.

“M-Makoto?” She stammered, and blushed as the boy pressed his hands against her butt, trying to right himself from his apparent fall.

His digits nearly disappeared into her flesh as he pushed himself up, blinking rapidly in confusion. “M-Mukuro? Are you- uh- okay?” He asked her, and Mukuro’s blush redoubled in intensity.

“I- Yes, I am. There’s no need to worry about me, Makoto.” Mukuro said shyly, only to moan softly as Makoto’s fingers dug into her ass.

Makoto blinked, before looking down at his own hands, as if only now realizing that he was groping her ass. His face exploded into a blush. “I-I-I’m so sorry, Mukuro! I- I tripped and fell- I didn’t mean to land on your b-butt!”

“I-It’s fine- I’d rather you land on me than hurt yourself…” Mukuro mumbled, only to moan again as Makoto’s grip tightened. “Y-You still haven’t let go…”

Makoto’s eyes shot up to meet Mukuro’s, only to dive back down to the sea of flesh before him. “Uh- yeah, sorry- I’ll just…”

“...”

“...”

Makoto slowly reared back a hand, and Mukuro watched him do so. His other hand was still mauling her ass cheek. He looked up at her, and Mukuro returned the stare.

His hand came back down, making her ass clap with a spank, and Mukuro cried out in painful pleasure.

And just like that, all pretense fell away. Makoto dove back into Mukuro’s ass face first, eating her cake like a man starving, and all Mukuro could do, trapped as she was, was beg him for ‘more’ and ‘harder’.

Mukuro’s ass might regularly get her in trouble, but it wasn’t all bad~

“Well, this was bound to happen, I guess.” Kobayashi said dryly, sipping from her cup of coffee as she watched her blocked doorway. Elma had somehow managed to get her phat ass stuck in it as she left the appartment.

Well, not somehow. Kobayashi had seen this whole thing unfold.

Somehow, dragon biology was bullshit, and all the sweets and junk food Elma devoured on the regular ended up going to her ass. And she devoured a lot. To the point that her ass was visibly growing by the day.

And eventually, well…

Elma blushed as she struggled, her hands carefully pressed against the doorframe pinning her in place. “I- I’m so sorry, Miss Kobayashi! I’ll get out of this in a moment!” 

“Just don’t damage my doorway.” Kobayashi said, taking a seat to watch the show.

Because, whether she wanted to or not, Elma was putting on a show. Her struggles sent her fat cheeks jiggling this way and that as she forcefully and carefully tried to free herself, the ripples from each movement clearly visible on her naked ass.

Because of course, her robe no longer covered it.

Kobayashi took another sip of coffee as Elma struggled, groaning and whining as her cheeks rippled, each wave of fat flesh meeting one another in the middle and letting out soft, almost inaudible claps. Almost.

Eventually, Kobayashi’s patience was rewarded.

“K-Kobayashi, could- could you help me, please?” Elma finally said, sagging in place, and Kobayashi hummed.

A chance to put her own hands on that ass? “Sure.” She agreed easily, doing her best to hide her eagerness, though once her fingers sank into Elma’s sea of flesh, well there would be no hiding how little Kobayashi’s groping fingers actually helped the dragon.

And sure, this might mean Kobayashi missed work that day-

“Stop laughing at me, Miu!” Kaede complained, only to be ignored by the cackling inventor.

Miu was laughing so hard she was literally rolling around on the ground, holding her middle as she did. Every so often, her crying eyes would reopen, only to land on Kaede’s form, and resume to cycle.

Kaede growled. If she’d known what Miu wanted to test, she wouldn’t have agreed to help her. But Miu hadn’t even given Kaede the time to ask a question before blasting her with her new invention.

And now, here she was. Her sweater turned to shreds on the ground around her, her tits having grown impossibly big- and so heavy that she couldn’t even stand up anymore.

She glared at Miu as the blonde gasped for air. “Are you done?” She asked pointedly.

“Done!? I can’t stop!” Miu exclaimed, still cackling stupidly. She raised an arm to point at Kaede’s immobilized form. “I can’t believe those useless tits of yours could get any biggeheheheHAHAHAHAHA!” Miu’s taunt devolved into mad laughter as she was literally folded in half by her own humor.

Kaede glared harder at the blonde.

“Y-You really live up to your name, Cow-edehehehehehAHAHAHA-ACK!”

This time, Miu’s laughter was cut off by Kaede lunging, and pinning Miu to the ground underneath her massive tits.

She struggled uselessly under the impossible weight of them, her hands feebly pushing at Kaede’s chest.

“Not so funny now that you actually have to deal with them, huh?” Kaede said, before pressing her weight forward and onto Miu’s pinned body- only for the other blonde to moan, barely audible underneath Kaede’s titflesh.

Her struggling turned into squirming, her mouth licking and kissing the underside of Kaede’s boobs, her hips humping at them weakly.