#os.implus

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You have gynecomastia, an hormonal imbalance that enlarges the breast tissue. Though you seem to have a rare case." Ieiri explains, looking up to him from her glasses. Did she need glasses?– who cares?!

"I have tits?"

"Potentially."

"..you weren't supposed to say that."

"Well," Ieiri looked down at her notes or whatever paper that had the information of what she was about to say, "gynecomastia usually just enlarges the breast tissue, however in your case, it also seems to affect some of your biology as well."

"..So, what does that mean?" Yuji asked, his leg already bouncing from anxiety. He was already worried when Ieiri called him in to discuss something after getting a regular check up from her, he thought it was a disease like he had in middle school, but it was just a case of gynecomastia? A rare case too?

"From what the medical exams can see, it's likely that, with simulation, you would be able to lactate with your own chest."

....what.

Yuji blanked at that, not knowing what to say or even what to think. To be able to..lactate from his own...

".....huh?"

Ieiri only looked at him.

"That..that can't be right. I couldn't– can't do that!" He was a guy! A man. A male! Biologically. That was impossible, how would he be able to do that? Ieiri had to lying, joking even! Terrible joke, but still.

But Ieiri kept looking at him, no teasing or smirks. Nothing. Yuji could feel something in his blood run a bit cold. Ieiri wasn't joking, she was serious. Serious that Yuji could..

"While I may not have all the answers, though I wished I did, theres not much else to say. It's not like it's going to affect your life in any negatively way." Ieiri spoke, shrugging before putting her clipboard down and sitting down at her desk. It seemed like she was done with the conversation, likely wanting her space for a while – or maybe just wanting Yuji to have his alone time to think.

To which Yuji got up, put back on his shirt and walked out. His mind blank and heavy, and his body feeling numb. Yuji never much cared for his biologically, sure he was Sukuna's vessel and was able to cage him during his first year, sure that his related to the guy, his a half cursed brother and Kenjaku. His biologically and who he's related to is already fucked up by all means.

But this. This felt, weird. Embarrassing, immensely. It's just the gnawing question on his mind on who he got it from, which he didn't want it to be answered.

Overall, it was just another part of him. Thats all. Yuji evened his breathing for a few moments, thinking it all over. It's shocking, yes. It's embarrassing to know he's able to lactate from his pecs. But, he questioned, is it bad?

No. No it wasn't. Ieiri said it wouldn't negatively impact his life, it wouldn't harm him. So, Yuji shouldn't take this so seriously.

Its just another part of him. Nothing to worry about!

At least, thats what he keeps thinking and saying to himself.

It's just another part of him, it's weird and even gross to think about, but it's not harming him!

Showering was weird at first, for the most part. Everytime he took off his shirt, or even glanced at the shirtless or a tank top, he couldn't help but stare. Stare at his own chest, knowing that fucking milk can come out.

But, soon enough, when he forced it into the back of his mind, he stopped looking. He kept on with his days, his schedules, his usual routines, and didn't think of it at all.

And it mostly worked.

He mostly forgot all about it. What Ieiri had said was true, it didn't really interfere with his daily life, like at all. He could still wear clothes, still had a good eating habit, still had muscle and could still talk to his friends like normal. Nothing had changed.

Maybe he overreacted for nothing.

Still, it crossed his mind a few times. Unfortunately, it wasn't during when he was showering or changing, no it was when he was masturbating.

Yuji had tucked himself under the covers, door locked and the moonlight shining through the small cracks in the curtains. The sound of wet spit mixed with precum rubbing with Yuji's hand and dicks were one of the noises in the empty room. Yuji kept quiet, stifling his noises with his other hand.

His hand pumped his two dicks together, squeezing the tips every once in a while to hold himself from coming. He repressed a groan, shoving some of his face into the pillow and his other hand travels down. It was supposed to travel down to his cocks, but he ends up stopping right at his chest.

The thought about of him being able to produce milk passes by, but in his hazy mind, he mildly wonders what it even feel like. Out of almost curiosity and blurry horniness, he reaches to squeeze one of his pecs.

It feels fine, nothing to even groan about, but Yuji had started to massage the muscle while slowly pumping his dicks. It feels strange at first, and he half wonders if he should stop, knowing he probably looks stupid doing this, he feels stupid doing this.

But he contiunes to knead the muscle, rubbing his thumb over his harden nipple. He slightly pulls on the muscle and squeezes it, stimulating it, and for a moment, it feels somewhat good. He knows he's doing it clumsily, he doesn't even how to do even get the milk out, but he's trying.

He keeps what he's doing, searching for what feels good. He rubs his nipple with his thumb, breathing out a small moan as he softly pinched it between his thumb and index finger. But even with the small pleasure, it didn't feel like enough.

He didn't know how long this would even take, and even for him, he was losing patience. With his cocks plused with the need to cum, he almost gave up with it then and there. It was only when he squeezed harshly is when he let out a groan, a strange tingling feeling forcing him to shiver.

For some reason, he kept doing it. Kneading harsher, pulling the muscle and then his nipple, the same feeling throbbed within his pec. He quickens his thrusting in his hand, pinching his nipple and twisting just a bit. He bites back a groan, feeling the familiar feeling of hotness below his staomch.

Theres a weird, but almost pleasurable feeling in his chest. When he roughly massages it, there sensation almost moves towards his nipple, where he flicks and pinches it with a badly muffled moan.

It didn't take long for Yuji to cum, white hot strings went all over the sheets while Yuji stuffed his face into the pillow, chocking on his own moan. His eyes rolled back, shuddering at the almost euphoric new feeling.

He stayed still for some time, before feeling wetness drip down from his hand on was on his breast. Yuji looked down, blinking at what he saw. He was gripping his breast roughly, it being a bit swollen from the abuse. His nipple erected and dripped with a white substance.

Milk.

Huh.

He really did it.

This cannot be happening.

Yuta was slouched over the corner of the desk, his cheeks and ears a soft red. He tried not to buckle due to his weak knees, his arms holding onto the desk for dear life. His mind was half hazy, his clothes felt too tight and hot around him, especially his pants.

He leaned his hip onto the table, careful not to poke himself even with his hazy mind. He quickly undid his pants, pulling his underwear down slightly, and shivered at the feeling of the cold air on his dick. A small drip on precum was already dripping, and Yuta wasted no time spitting on his hand and pumping.

He groaned at the feeling, a small relief to the pain, however it didn't feel enough. He tried pumping hardly, obscene noises echoed in the room. He rubbed the tip just a bit, getting near the slit of it, and oh, the feeling was something. He moaned, throwing his head back and trying to fuck his fist harder, thrusting his hips into it.

Even with the move, it didn't feel enough. Even as his fucked his fist, precum oozing out, it didn't feel complete. He felt empty somehow, like he needed to be filled to the brim with something. He clenched when he thought about being filled up, fucked out of his mind, his mind coming up with such obscene thoughts of the visual.

"Fuc– need.. uhg–!" Yuta braced his waist on the table, panting as the feeling of fucking his fist become less and less enjoyable. His clothes becoming to heated to keep on.

"Need what?"

Yuta almost froze, if it wasn't for his fogged up mind, he would've definitely stopped what he was doing. Then again, he wouldn't be in this predicament.

Yuta turned his head, eyes wide as he spots Yuji. He leans against the wall near the door, arms crossed as he looks at Yuta with a raised eyebrow.

"Need what, I said?"

"I– Itadori, what, uh," Yuta almost felt his blood run cold, but had also felt a shiver run through his dick. He was caught doing something indecent, why did he feel excitement right now?!

"Me? You need me?"

"Huh?" Yuta paused, face still flushed and mind still reeling from the fact he was caught jerking off. Yuji took strides to him, his face having a small smile on it, though by his eyes, there was something hidden beneath it.

Yuji had always been a tall man, outgrowing his peers around him. It wasn't a surprise that he stood over Yuta. Yuta himself felt a little shame when he had to look up at Yuji slightly, his dick twitching at the way Yuji's eyes scanned him.

"Do you want me to help, Yuta?"

Fuck.

He did.

Would it be wrong to ask? To accept?

"I, uh.." Yuta looked away from Yuji, excitement and small shame crawling over his spine. It wouldn't hurt, right? This would be a one time thing. A one night stand. Thats all. Nothing more then just his now grown kohai helping him get rid of a curse.

Yeah, that would be all.

"Yes. There was a–" Yuta didn't get a chance to continue before Yuji's hands grabbed his hips, turned him over and forcefully bent him over the desk. He made a startled noise over the gesture, his dick jumping a bit, pre cum dripping onto the floor. His lower stomach turned hot at the action, his thighs forcing themselves against each other.

Yuta yelped – fucking yelped – when Yuji palmed his ass, roughly squeezing it. There was some shuffling, but suddenly something cold hit Yuta's hole. He tensed up, cranning his head to look over.

"Don't worry, it's just some lotion. I don't want to go in dry." Yuji's thumb pressed against Yuta's hole, making him tense. The excitement pooled to his lower belly, feeling Yuji's thumb press inside and stretch the hole a bit.

One of his fingers went inside, and Yuta clenched around it. His dick twitched and he went to reach down to stroke himself, however his hand was caught and slammed down on the desk.

"Let me do the work, Yuta." Yuji's said, in that sweet tone Yuta had, and still, admired. Yuji's finger stretched Yuta enough for a second finger to slide inside. Yuta tried to muffle his moan, feeling Yuji's fingers thrust and press up against his walls. His body jolted and he let out a sudden sound when Yuji pressed against something, the sudden heat in his lower belly getting hotter.

Yuta can hear Yuji chuckle, and before Yuta could even ask, Yuji took out his fingers, leaving Yuta empty.

"Huh?! Why did you stop?!" Yuta looked over his shoulder to look at Yuji. His face slightly flushed and a harden expression on his face. There was the sound of a belt and shuffle of pants that Yuta realized what Yuji was doing. He couldn't contain his smile when he looked down, to see two pairs of cocks, almost rock hard and leaking.

Well, shit.

Yuji grabbed Yuta's hip before he could object – well how could he object? His body burned with desire, his hips instinctively raising as Yuji pushed one of his cocks into Yuta's hole and shoved it in him.

Yuta let out a loud mean moan, his thighs and ass clenched as he finally came. Yuji's cock stretched him open, forcing him to clench around the grith of it. There was also the feeling of Yuji's lower cock rubbing against Yuta's own cock.

Yuji didn't give him time to adjust, or breath for that matter, as he pulled out before shoving it back in, groaning. The thrusts were sharp and deep, Yuta couldn't contain his moans, feeling the way Yuji kept pounding the shape of his cock into him.

"Agh– fuCK– Yuji—!" Yuta gruggled, drool dripping down his throat. His mind felt blank, his hands clawing at the wood of the desk. His body forcing him to come a second time, pleasure taking a piece of him inch by inch.

"Fuck, your ass is ngh tight.." Yuji gropped his ass, his other hand gripping Yuta's hip that would definitely leave marks. Yuji chuckled seeing Yuta's head dip a bit, he grabbed his hair and pulled. Yuta let out a startled moan, clenching almost impossibly tight and dick twitching against Yuji's lower one.

"Oh? You like that you slut?" Yuji grinned at seeing Yuta's fucked up face, tears streaming down his eyes. This was only round 1 and he's crying?

Yuji felt himself getting closer, he contiuned to hold Yuta in that position, feeling the way his ass was tight around him and the way his lower dick rubbed against Yuta's. It felt good, impossibly good. Yuji always known Yuta had some secrets, though him looking like a slut during sex felt like a dream come true.

Yuji sped up the pace a little, trying to get in deep when his lower stomach felt like fire. Once he came, forehead on Yuta's back and his hands white knuckled on Yuta. Yuta felt like his waist was gonna break from how tight Yuji was holding.

There was some silence between them. Yuji let go of Yuta's hair, and Yuta rested his head on the desk. His body felt weak, the lower part of him felt numb, though he could feel when Yuji pulled out and cum dripped from his ass.

However, suddenly, Yuta was flipped to his back. Yuta blinked and looked at Yuji, slightly bewildered at the sudden flip. Yuji's face was flushed, his eyes intensely staring at Yuta though he was a small smile on him.

"Don't think I'm done with you yet." Yuji chuckled, grabbing Yuta's thighs and shoving them apart, exposing Yuta.

..this wasn't going to be a one time thing now was it?

Yuji wasn't sure how he even got into this mess, stuck in some dream – no, not a dream, as much as he wished. He was on a mission before some curse decided to be sneaky and do some technique on him. He really couldn't careless of how and why the curse did this too him, just wanting to go back home where he belonged, not stuck in a dirty bathroom with his past younger self.

Also, did he mention his past self was drugged?

Apparently some rando thought it was cool to drug a kid, and after scaring away the guy and promising to beat the shit out of him later, hes now stuck in a stall with his younger self. What could possibly go wrong?

Luckily, or unluckily given what drug his past self was given, an aphrodisiac, he was there. Maybe more unluckily for both of them, as his past self held onto him while clumsy trying to grind himself on Yuji's knee.

He wasn't sure what to make it, seeing his younger self, no scars or blemishes from battle, soft baby fat still on him, humping his knee. His face looked pained and almost ashamed as he did this. Knitted eyebrows, bitten lip and honey eyes that looked to be desperate. He whined when Yuji shifted, digging his knee futher into his crotch.

Yuji tightened his fist, his own dick hard in his pants. He shouldn't get hard to his younger self, he really shouldn't. This was wrong, wrong in so many ways. Why is his body acting like this, he should be turned off, disgusted by it.

But, he couldn't help himself though, watching his younger self whine and softly moan under his breath, humping himself on Yuji's knee. His face was beat red, eyes looking down until he looked at Yuji. His lip is quivering, his whole body is shaking, his breath heavy. God he looks amazing— no. Stop it. Don't fall into it.

"Please.." His younger self started, his hands grabbing and tightening on Yuji's shoulders. "Please just help me."

"..What do you want me to help with?"

Yuji already knew, and he was begging for his younger self to not say it.

"Just.." His younger self seemed to hesitate, almost ashamed, but it seemed to not matter, as he humped once more onto Yuji. "Just fuck me already, please."

"..I'm sorry but—"

"Please! Please just fuck me. It hurts, I need you– I need you to use me, please. Fill me up, I don't care! Just fuck me." He begged, pulling on Yuji's uniform, tears threatening to spill. His thighs clenched around Yuji's leg, making Yuji feel his younger selves desperate hard on.

Was it bad he got harder when hearing his younger self beg?