You whimper as Ryuuge Kisaki mounts you; all three-hundred kilos of her. "K-Kisaki!!" Gasping for air, and for any space at all, you bite your lip as the gigantic half-pint simply sloshes onto you.

"What's wrong?" Kisaki smirks, knowing precisely what's wrong, but choose not to act on it in the slightest. "Miss sensei? You're making an awful face..." She giggles, rocking back and forth on a pair of knees that may already be obliterated.

In a few seconds, Kisaki's tummy fills your lap. Oozing flesh fills just about everything. Barely clothed in the blackish top of her fake Gehenna uniform, Kisaki preens as the buttons of your own shirt clip against the overexerted buttons of her skimpy blouse. They're so impossibly tight that they've all passed the point of no return; coming undone — without just bursting apart — would need the shirt to become even tighter, first. Just by having her belly slosh against your flatness, you feel ten times fatter, as if she's fattened you up through osmosis alone.

"Come on," Kisaki's fat cheeks wobble as she laughs in your face again. "Isn't sensei supposed to be able to handle her students?" She teases, rubbing the back of her belly so that it squishes even harder against you. "Even... Big ones, like me?"

"M-Maybe..." That's all you can manage, still sweating as Kisaki's seductiveness absorbs you. Slowly, gingerly, you reach up to poke at her flab, stroking the thick meat engulfing you. "Just... S-Slow...!" With one last squeak of desperation, you decide that this isn't too bad, as long as you can touch Kisaki's obese belly.

"Miss sensei," Kisaki repeats, breathing in slowly and looking down at the intensifying tightness of her buttons. Each one digs into her fat, leaving little indents as the tummy around them expands. "Slowly then." She sings, bloating up until she looks like she could fill an entire bed. Regardless, the formerly-tiny girl fills your entire view. Even her chest, blubbery but still humiliatingly flat, begins to eclipse the room's light. Kisaki is everything.

You can hardly even manage words anymore. You just squeal your approval of Kisaki's size, touching feverishly at the remnants of her shirt. One of the lower-most buttons burst, and even more flesh falls out of it, drooping doughily until it strokes you, all the way between your legs. This, above all things, manages to eke something out of you. "K-Kisaki!!" You howl the girl's name as her smug smile becomes the only thing you can see, save for so much meat.

"There we go," Kisaki licks her lips as you moan and groan, still sloshing back and forth with enough pride to squash anyone into pulp. "Miss sensei, you really love this outfit, don't you?" Poking at her Gehenna uniform, and the failing buttons dotting her shirt, Kisaki mewls with satisfaction. "Sorry I couldn't fit into the skirt~"