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Title: 'Big' Hiro's Sex
Chapter title: Big-Hiro-Sex-Part-Extra
Story Description:
Hiro Hamada has a problem, it involves being a late bloomer, teenage hormones, and the beautiful bountiful goddess known as Gogo Tomago...
...hijinks ensue.
Cartoons: Disney Misc.x
Story Content:
I don’t Own Big Hero Six, All Hail the mouse
Hiro Yamada was quite content with his life as it was. He was a superhero, he had a collection of great friends and a loving family. A robot best friend and a super-hot, super sexy Superhero girlfriend… who was sort of all of the above actually. Hiro and Gogo have been an under the radar thing for quite a while now. Nobody knew of course, but that didn’t matter… in fact it seemed to spice it up a little.
He would normally be hanging out with all his friends but unfortunately, he was working on his lab project for school. A hyper-realistic VR simulation… which was being very un-helpful… to be fair he hadn’t touched it since his relationship with Gogo first began, back when he was a lovesick puppy so desperate for her attention that he actually made a virtual Gogo to… ‘satisfy’ his desires.
Of course, it was no comparison to the REAL Gogo, so he sort of forgot about her in the depths of his VR computer… but that’s neither here nor there.
“How’s it looking Hiro?” asked Wasabi, sticking his dreadlock head out from the back of the computer he was fiddling with, installing old Obake tech actually. The man might have been morally compromised but his technology was brilliant. Wasabi had offered to help Hiro get his tech up and running, there was no rule against outside help for his project… it was due in a couple of days after all.
…In point of fact, he had two weeks to work on it but between Hero work, Gogo, helping his aunt Cass, Gogo, helping out Fred, and even more Gogo… he was running behind. Luckily he repurposed his VR tech to help him with that… B+ at least.
“It’s looking good Wasabi.” Hiro replied, taking off his VR glasses with his bulky gloves. Grinning at his big friend. “Thanks for helping me.”
Wasabi twisted in one last glossy-looking tube into the computer and shut it. “It’s the least I could do after the Fred incident.” He replied, before staring off into the distance of the far lab wall. “Never again.” he replied cryptically as Hiro patted his arm. “Anyway!” he jumped back to reality. “So this will project images?”
“Yeah. I’m hoping that eventually, we could apply not only to telecommunications tech but eventually to our own superhero gear.” He tapped the side of the VR visor which immediately projected a tiny dancing Baymax as Wasabi-
“Awwwww!” he cooed at it as the Baymax continued to wiggle and jiggle, doing a sort of awkward shuffle. “You know how Mr. Banner feels about cute things…” he added seriously as Hiro shrugged.
“I just need a passing grade.” He replied casually, “After the week we had… wooo…” he said shaking his head, “It’s the best I can do.” He put the Visor down and the dancing Baymax clicked off. “I’m just going to play with some software and head home. I want to make sure that Obake tech we used to upgrade our computer has no glitches…”
“Alright then… want me to wait I can give you a ride? It’s supposed to pour later.” He said, glancing out the window at the ominous dark clouds… it was night outside so it was dark to begin with, but now the clouds were extra dark.
“Nah It’s fine.” Hiro said, “Thanks Wasabi, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Wasabi clapped a hand on Hiro’s shoulder, grabbed his things, and promptly left the lab. Hiro yawned and stretched. Judging by the ominous rumble outside and the flashes of lightning in the distance there was a VERY good chance it would be storming by the time he left… luckily there was a perfectly good couch in the lab rec room he could borrow if necessary.
He shuffled and coded his data really quick, the sound of thunder and rain soon crashing against the windows of the lab as he yawned again. He must have been more tired than he thought. “Hwaaaaah!” he double-clicked on a file folder and blinked. “Oh… right… that’s still there.” He mumbled
The ‘Robo Gogo’ data was still on his VR computer, he had long forgotten about it and Gogo herself was rather irate about it when she found out he had coded her. But he never really had the heart to delete it he put a lot of work into it…
“Sup.”
“AAGH!!” he jumped suddenly as lightning crashed outside. His heart rapidly beating as he spun in his chair to see his totally secret Girlfriend Gogo Tomago gazing coolly at him, her hands in her tight pants pockets, wearing a slightly wet black jacket. POP! She blew a bubble of gum as it popped on her soft puckered lips.
“…Nice to see you too.” She smirked coolly as Hiro sighed.
“Oh… Gogo, what are you doing here?” she shrugged.
“I was bored.”
“…Yeah?” she eyed him suspiciously as he cleared his throat.
“Yeah.” She replied, “…That and the Cheerleader Trio asked me to edit another of their videos… but since you’re here.” She replied smugly as he sighed, “You can do it for me…”
The ‘Cheerleader Trio’ were a group of college cheerleaders and amateur pornstars. Big Hero 6 saved them once, and they were huge fans of ‘Captain Cutie’ the unfortunate Fanfic nickname of Hiro’s Superhero persona. After a brief one-sided animosity between them and Gogo, mostly Gogo FOR SOME REASON, they became friends… and as previously mentioned they’re amateur pornstars, Gogo edits their videos sometimes. Especially videos where they roleplay with their own ‘Captain Cutie’.
His name’s Steve, but Gogo doesn’t really care about him… she just likes screwing with Hiro. In more ways than one.
“Come on Gogo I’m just trying to finish my project before the storm…” he replied exasperatedly
CRACKLE BOOM!!!
“That. Does that…” he said as the lightning lit up the lab and the thunder crackled and boomed.
Gogo rolled her eyes as she took a USB drive and plugged it into his computer as it immediately began to copy the files on it. “Look we both know how this is going to go down…” she said as he sighed, “Just get it on your computer and do a few nips and tucks… this one is supposed to star Brittney as a Super Bimbo villain to Captain Cutie.
“I hate you.” Hiro sighed, blushing furiously. Brittney was particularly ‘gifted’ in certain areas… ‘Super Bimbo’ aptly describes her.
“You love me.” She declared, poking his face as the amateur videos showed up in the file folder containing ‘Robo Gogo’. She blinked at it, and scowled. “Hey.” She glared at him as he froze nervously. “I thought I told you to delete that.”
“…But I worked so hard on it.” he replied sheepishly as she glared. “Oh come on that was WEEKS of work!” he replied piteously.
“Uh huh, perv work… you little stalker. Delete it.”
BOOOM CRACKLE! The windows actually rattled with the rain and the wind. Thunder and lightning blasted loudly outside as the storm seemed to focus directly over the building.
“…Uuuugh.” He grumbled, “All that work…” he clicked the data file and slowly dragged it towards the recycle bin.
“Uh huh, hurry it up or you don’t get access to THIS.” She declared, gesturing to herself. “For a week.”
It was a no-brainer, even if it still hurt him to do it. But he dragged the datafile quickly over the video files of the ‘scenes’ Gogo was going to have him edit… as CRACK! BOOOOM!!
The lights flickered and for half a second, the files MERGED… before everything went dark.
“…Well, that’s just great.” Hiro sighed, “Good thing I saved everything. He replied in the dark, “…Getting home is going to be a nightmare…”
“Uh huh.” Gogo replied, suddenly twisting her fist into his shirt. “…Shame, we’re just going to have to make do until the weather lets up…” she then pulled him from the chair. “…Whatever shall we do?” she asked lazily, “…I have some suggestions…” she added as she led him expertly to the rec room.
“Yes please…” he said, grinning stupidly in the dark as his girlfriend dragged him off to make him ABSURDLY happy. They shut the door, keeping the rec room all to themselves as the lightning flashed…
…………………The VR visor flicked to life about an hour later as the power came back on… then it sparked. In most comic books this is usually the moment where a supervillain is created… that’s a matter of opinion.
The burst with light as feet began to form, followed by thick, shapely legs, wide hips, plump ass, waspy waist, bimbo breasts, long black and purple hair, pouty lips and large glossy eyes with long eyelashes.
But her face was distinctly that of one Gogo Tomago… but Bimbofied.
She blinked around curiously, then ran her hands over her body as the VR visor sparked and spurted… then turned off. But she was still there, dressed in a modest but tight purple bikini… she raised her arms, and STRETCHED her body. “MMMMN!!!” she moaned, bending forward, running her hands from her feet, up her shapely legs, then clapped loudly on her ass cheeks as her big bimbo breasts bounced. She smiled to herself, “Oooh…” she breathed she then put a finger to her lips, and ran her tongue around it. “Ahhh…”
“Hee-hee-hee!” she twirled on her foot before raising her arms above her head and bouncing in place. “Ha-ha-ha!” she laughed, letting her big tits jiggle up and down. “AH!” she cupped her tits and moaned sensually, “…Captain Cutie…” she breathed lovingly, “MMn… I’m going to SMOTHER YOU!” she giggled, squeezing her breasts, “Cuddle you!” she wiggled her hips, “And LOVE you!” she stretched and gyrated her body to nobody in particular… as Obake’s symbol flickered on her stomach.
“MMN!” Gogo suddenly opened the door to the rec room. Heading towards the Little sexy chick’s room, she spent the last hour cuddling her exhausted secret boyfriend, and she needed to freshen up… However she paused. Staring wide eyed at the stunned Bimbo Gogo. They locked eyes for a moment as Bimbo Gogo smiled sweetly at her.
“Hi! Do you know where I can find Captain Cutie?” she spoke with Gogo’s voice, but higher pitched and with a sweet velvety sound to it. It disgusted her…
Gogo stared at her, her brow increasingly narrowing and her scowl deepening. “HIROOOOOO WHAT DID YOU DO!?” she yelled, turning back into the Rec Room and smacking her adorably doozing boyfriend awake.
“Ah! Ow! Hey! Wha?!-Gogo! Why?!” he whimpered. But froze as a pair of tits walked through the door to the rec room followed by a very, VERY blessed in the body Gogo looking woman. Her tits and ass wobbling in the purple bikini as she smiled at him.
“Hi! I’m looking for Captain Cutie.”
“….Ooooooh no.” Hiro whimpered, “No-no! I did NOT do that!” he declared, throwing his hands up to defend himself from Gogo’s wrath. But he froze as he saw Obake’s symbol flicker on Robo Gogo’s stomach. “Oh no…” he mumbled
“Two years Hiro! You went TWO YEARS without endangering the city!”
“S-She hasn’t endangered anyone yet!” he replied pouting, “It doesn’t count unless she blows something up!-OW!” she hit him again as Bimbo Gogo smiled at them both.
“Where did she come from?!”
“I-I don’t know!” Hiro rolled off the couch scrambling to his feet to inspect the Bimbo version of his girlfriend. “Um… uh…” he eyed her quickly up and down. “She… kinda looks like what would happen if you and Brittney did a fusion dance… ow!” Gogo whacked him again.
“Where did she come from Hiro!?” she replied as the lights flickered again with the crashing thunder and lightning outside, Bimbo Gogo was briefly fascinated with the pretty lights.
“I-I don’t…” he cringed, wracking his mind. “…Obake’s tech, mixed with my VR visor… My sim data and your PORN FRIENDS!” he declared irately, pointing at Gogo. “There must have been something we missed in Obake’s tech that did… that!” he gestured to Bimbo Gogo currently leaning over a table with her big plump ass pointed towards them watching the rain outside…
At least they know that she got something from Gogo apart from her face.
“…Alright. Assuming I accept that insane reasoning…” Gogo brushed her purple bangs out of her face, before she hit him EXTRA hard!
“OW!!”
“Why would you use OBAKE’S TECH!!” she screamed at him as he flinched.
“…Not… one of my better ideas…” he replied eyeing Bimbo Gogo as the ‘woman’ turned. Her big bouncy breasts wobbling as she smiled sweetly at them. Arguably not one of his better ideas considering the results… but he wasn’t going to say that out loud.
“You just Weird Scienced a woman!” Gogo shouted at him, “WHO LOOKS LIKE ME!!” she snarled as Hiro cringed under her furious glare.
“Excuse me.” They froze and turned to Bimbo Gogo who smiled, putting her hands on her hips and sticking out her big chest. “…But do you two know where I can find Captain Cutie?”
“…No.”
“Why?” Gogo asked as Bimbo Gogo tossed her long purple and black hair.
“Because I’m going to compel him under my power!” she declared, pushing her tits out. “With my body and his adorableness nobody will stop us!”
“…And how exactly are you going to do that?”
“Fuck him until he explodes!” she replied casually as Gogo nodded her head, slowly…
“…Wait right here.” She then dragged Hiro back into the rec room and slammed the door. “She’s a porn scene!”
“What?” Hiro replied, furiously red.
“That’s why she looks like me and Brittney! The porn files I gave you were with Brittney doing that exact Scenario! Your pervert Copy of me merged with that data and now we have her!”
“Okay. First of all, that porn scene doesn’t make any sense.”
“It’s PORN who cares?!” she hissed.
“Second of all. You watched all of that?” he replied curiously.
“Of course, I did, I was going to edit it myself before I made you do it.”
“So… what does this mean?”
“…Maybe if we give her Captain Cutie to… finish the scene, she’ll go away?” Gogo theorized
“What? How does that make sense?!”
“There is a walking, talking, BIMBO version of ME! In that room!” she pointed to the door, glaring at him. “I am NOT letting her walk around with my face! We need to get rid of her! SO!” she pulled out her communicator and began furiously jabbing at it, summoning Skymax with his costume. “We try it my way first. Before we go dark.” She said… darkly.
“Dark?” he asked nervously as Skymax teleported the containers to their location.
“…We’re the only ones who know she’s here…” Gogo added seriously, “…I know where the gardeners keep the shovels.”
“Your way first! We’ll try that!” he replied nervously putting on his costume.
Bimbo Gogo was mildly fascinated with an adorable picture of Mochi the cat when Hiro threw the door open and jumped out, posing heroically, “Stop right there! You-… uh… what’s your name?” he asked, realizing that he’d only been referring to her as ‘Bimbo Gogo’ mentally… and he KNEW if he called her that Gogo would hurt him… badly.
“Ha!” she gasped adorably, jiggling voluptuously as she held her hand over her mouth, “CAPTAIN! CUTIE!” she smiled sensuously at him… unfortunately with Gogo’s face, it caught him off guard. “It was only a matter of time until we met!” she leapt forward, her big tits jiggling as she posed. “I am the Bouncing Babe! And you shall fall to my Buoyant Body!”
“The Bouncing Babe? Seriously?... those girls need a professional writer…” he mumbled, “WHOA!” a pair of big soft breasts suddenly smashed into his helmet, and he was tackled to the floor. Pinned beneath a exuberantly sexualized version of his girlfriend.
“Aaaaah…” she moaned exotically, her oddly long tongue hanging from her mouth as saliva dripped down onto his facemask as he fidgeted, pinned beneath her body as she subtly writhed on top.
When Gogo made him watch porn of the Cheerleader Trio Hiro felt NOTHING… except embarrassment. He didn’t get mind-bendingly aroused or have an uncontrollable urge to masturbate. He wasn’t really into porn… why? Because of GOGO… Hiro. LOVED. Gogo and she revved his engines like no other… Gogo was better than porn.
But here is the problem
On top of him. RIGHT NOW. Was a sexualized fantasy OF Gogo… In other words, Hiro was turned on… his length was bulging against his suit, throbbing against Bimbo Gogo’s crotch. He wasn’t calling her the Bouncing Babe.
“You can’t defeat… ugh Captain Cutie like this! Ooh…” he blinked behind his mask as a pair of big soft breasts smothered his helmet. Rubbing against it as he blushed, “Those are… wow they’re real.” He breathed amazed, “…I mean they would totally be fake in real life but… they’re real! Your real!” she pulled away smiling at him as her heavy body wormed on him. “…You’re real.” He replied breathlessly. “…Oh uh.”
“Alright now!” Gogo suddenly walked out holding what looked like a view master with FRED written all over it. “I want you to have fun here, girl.” She said quickly as she looked into the ‘camera’. “What are you looking at me for? We’ll fix all this in post. Now come on.”
Bimbo Gogo looked confused for a second but then she smiled, and reached behind her back to tug at her bikini string as it fell away exposing her HUGE tits to the world. “…Son of a bitch.” Mumbled Gogo dejectedly at their size as Bimbo Gogo ran her hands over her breasts.
“I heard you like big TITS Captain Cutie!” she teased as Hiro blinked. “Well actually I-“ Hiro was a FIRM Gogo ass lover. “MGh!” she pressed her bare tits back on his helmet, her nipples threatening to pierce through. “…I see their appeal-OW!” Gogo kicked his leg. “This was your idea!” he hissed conspiratorially as Bimbo Gogo moaned, embracing his head as she stuffed his helmet between them.
“Don’t enjoy it too much!” Gogo replied as Bimbo Gogo released ‘Captain Cutie’ before getting to her feet, pulling him with her as she put him against the wall. She turned around, bending over and-
Clap-Clap-Clap-Clap-Clap… her big gogo shaped ass began to CLAP and Hiro… well Hiro was losing this battle of wills VERY quickly. “Hee-hee-hee!” she slammed that mass of ass on his waist, feeling his bulge as he pressed his hands to the wall, desperate to resist smacking that Gogo ass on instinct.
No matter how much Gogo loved him she still HATED having her ass smacked. He got one ass smack a month and he did NOT want to waste it on Bimbo Gogo, somehow believing that Gogo would count that.
“Do it Captain Cutie I know you want tooooo…” she teased, “I LIKE IT…” she replied viciously sweet as she gripped her ankles and her ass cheeks wobbled tantalizingly against his stiff body and stiffer cock, clapping loudly against his suit and threatening to bounce it right off his body. “Smack my big FAT ASS…” she hissed tantalizingly.
Suddenly Hiro’s hand was moving on it’s own. SMACK!”
“Ha!” she gasped erotically, her hands sliding up her legs. Her head rolling back, facing ahead as she moaned. “MMGnh! Do it again…” she whined. SMACK! “Ahh…” her ass cheeks wobbled as Hiro’s gloved hands clapped onto her pillowy cheeks. They rippled with firm elasticity… that was Gogo’s ass alright. His hands clapped onto Bimbo Gogo’s ass, pushing her forward so her hands pressed on the floor.
“Ooh~! Captain Cutie you’re so STRONG!” she cooed excitedly, as she pushed back against him. Feeling his bulge growing against her bikini bottoms as her big breasts swayed beneath her. “Ooh!” she suddenly lurched forward, spreading her legs apart as she did a perfectly balanced handstand… and considering her body proportions that was quite an impressive feat. “But you’re a bad boy Captain Cutie, I’m supposed to seduce you!”
Her legs shot up and she flexibly flipped backward to her feet, that was the cheerleader in her apparently. She turned, running her hands up over her nipples, lifting her bimbo breasts up before letting them drop. “Mnn.” She squatted down, gazing up at him as she rubbed his bulge. “…It smells so good.” She buried her face into his crotch, “I want it! I want it Captain Cutie!”
…Hiro was a LOT of things. He was a genius. He was a good Person. He was a very devoted boyfriend: although one would say that was borderline obsessive puppy love… but one thing he certainly was, was weak.
Gogo was BEGGING for his cock. Bimbo Gogo she maybe but she looked and sounded like Gogo… and Gogo did not beg.
“Oh you are in so much trouble later.” Real Gogo declared irately as Hiro’s crotch piece opened up. Which it shouldn’t do unless he wanted it, or it was blasted off. Which it kind of was at the speed Hiro’s cock burst forth to get into Bimbo Gogo’s mouth.
“Ah! MMGh!” she smiled seductively up at him as her head began sliding back and forth. Slobbering on his dick, her saliva dripping down her onto her big wobbling breasts as she rocked back and forth. “MMgh! Mmngh! MMn…” she buried her face into his costume as she jerked her head left and right. Her oddly long Tongue, not Gogo’s, slithered out to squirm and writhe in his pants. Breathing heavily against him as she inhaled his scent and tasted his sack… “MMngh!” she moaned happily, gazing lovingly up at him. “MWAH!” she popped off, his cock throbbing against her face. “It’s SOOOO yummy!” her long tongue danced and salivated against his length. “Ahh”
Hiro’s hands were in her purple and black hair, but his cock was twitching excitedly as she cupped her big tits in her hands and wrapped them around his cock. “My big SOFT titties are made just for this!” she giggled, squeezing them firmly as she bounced them up and down. The very tip peaking out from between her breasts as they smacked against his waist.
Hiro moaned, his head rolling back and his helmet clacking against the wall as he long tongue flicked on his tip. He pushed against her heavy breasts as the rhythm of her smacking mummeries echoed through his body.
“It’s okay Captain Cutie! Just cum all over my big titties!” she giggled, “Then we can do this everyday! Over and over!” she licked his quivering tip. “But make sure you cum only on my titties!” she warned, “Shoot your big, thick load all over my big soft titties!” She wrapped her arms around her breasts and squeezed tightly, “MMGH! Ahh!!”
“Ugh! NNGH!!” he pushed into her cleavage and his cum shot onto her face. “Haa-! G-Gogo!!” he grunted, cumming on her hard. Do you have any idea how often Hiro got to cum on Gogo’s face? He’s NEVER cum on Gogo’s face. “Take all my cum!” he gasped, holding her head in one hand and thrusting his hips towards her face.
“Noooo~!” she whined, “Not my face!” she opened her mouth, cupping her hands to make sure every drop that sprayed towards her landed on her pretty Gogo face. “Noo… that’s my one weakness!”
“Then why did you titfuck him?!” hissed Gogo. “…Porn logic.” She mumbled, rubbing her head.
“I lose all my powers!” she suddenly fell back on the floor, spreading her legs wide as she exposed herself. Tugging at the side ties of her bikini bottoms as they fell away to expose her smoothly shaven lower body. “If you were to do anything to me now Captain Cutie I’d be unable to stop you!” she whined.
Hiro’s cock jumped back to life, as Bimbo Gogo spread herself. Real Gogo glared at him, crossing her arms across her less impressive comparatively chest. Oh he was going to die for this… might as well live then.
Hiro fell on top of Bimbo Gogo who gasped, her arms submissively pressed to the floor above her head as she wiggled her lower body against his throbbing cock. “Noo~!” she whined, but her body desperately said yes, thrusting her very wet pussy against his length. “I’ll lose all my seductress powers if you cum inside me after giving me a facial! Aaah!!” she gasped happily, shaking as Hiro penetrated her, cupped her huge titties in his hands and began to thrust wildly. “C-Captain! Cutie! You’re so GOOD!” she cried out.
“GHh! Ahah-aaah!” Hiro thrust deep into Bimbo Gogo, she was tight, warm and moist, looked and sounded just like Gogo, and her tits were bigger than his head and SO much fun to squeeze. Wrapping his arms around them both, burying his helmet into her cleavage… mindlessly thrusting his hips against her as her insides clung tightly to him.
Her cum covered face contorted in pleasure as her mouth opened and her long tongue wagged out like a dying serpent. “Haa-aagh! Don’t cum inside me Captain Cutie!” she squealed delightedly, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Don’t cum inside! I’ll be a good girl!”
“Aah!!! GOGO!!” he buried his length into her, burying his face into her pillowy tits. Shaking in pleasure as her legs squeezed and she squealed. Bimbo Gogo gasped erotically, going limp as she twitched… Hiro thrust deep into her body before removing his helmet and just motorboating the shit out of her big Bimbo breasts. They laid like that for a good long while until closed his eyes exhaustedly, moaning contentedly into her cleavage… she smelled just like Gogo too, covered in cum at the moment but semantics.
“You done fucking fake me?” Hiro was suddenly very awake.
“Oh… right.” He whimpered, “...I forgot.”
Gogo grabbed him and yanked him from Bimbo Gogo, still lying on the floor and shaking slightly her body sticky and erotically posing as she moaned in content.
“…She’s still here.” Hiro noted, trying desperately to get off the subject.
“…Yep.” Other Gogo noted, “…Why is she still here?” she added as Hiro blinked, she dropped him as he wobbled. “She came out of your visor right?” she asked as they both glanced at the slightly fizzy visor.
“…Yeah… that’s actually kind off weird. She should only be a projection, but she is Definitely real!” he noted as Gogo smacked the back of his helmeted head. “Ow!”
“Well? Let’s get a look then?” Hiro went to his computer, and frowned finding little to no response.
“…The power surge must have fried it.” he replied sadly, “It’ll take me all night to figure out what’s wrong…”
“Or we check the obake tech you installed.” She declared intelligently, before practically tearing the computer open as Hiro sighed sadly. “…Hiro…” she said, suddenly yanking what looked like an old fashioned TV tube from the computer. “…Did you really install this?” she glared at him as he blinked at it.
“Yeah it was with the rest of the junk…”
“…This was a tube of nanites. I thought we turned all of the dangerous stuff to the police!”
“But the nanites were deactivated they wouldn’t have… ooooooh the power surge…” he hissed softly to himself. “…They got into the computer and now… we have that.” he said, eyeing Bimbo Gogo… who was now snoring.
“…I could get the shovels.”
“Gogo!” he replied indignantly.
“She has my face Hiro!” she poked at his chest hard, he felt it through his armor. “And YOU…” she sneered, “Got REALLY attached!” she glared dangerously.
“…We can’t just… you know, do THAT to her… she’s alive! Like Baymax.”
She sighed. “…Not cool Hiro.” She said, glaring at her bimbo doppleganger. “…Well… what do we do with her?”
Hiro stared at her then cringed, “…I think… I have an idea?”
“…Well let’s drag her to the showers first… grab and arm.” They reached down, picking up the contentedly cooing Nanobot copy of Gogo. “With any luck she’ll short out and melt.”
She did not…
1 week later.
“Welcome to the Lucky Cat Café!” smiled the beautiful busty woman behind the counter, her long black hair had been dyed an odd blue and her large bimbo breasts stretched out the barista apron and T-Shirt. “My name is Mimi! Can I take your order?” And as with all recent patrons, they were too busy staring at the sexy girl in the tight T-shirt and the short-shorts to pay attention.
“I still think Mimi is a dumb name.” Gogo grumbled as ‘Mimi’ assisted Aunt Cass with taking orders. After she started working at the Café business jumped 20 percent.
“She picked it.” Hiro replied dejectedly.
After they washed and rinsed her off, Bimbo Gogo was distinctly cheerful, friendly, and innocent. After her ‘scene’ with Captain Cutie she relatively became her own person. But since they couldn’t really call her ‘GoGo’ or ‘Brittney’ or something between the two (Bobo? Gittney? NO.) they went through a few before she finally shouted "Me! Me! I have a name idea!" waving her hand to be selected. Her own name idea was terrible but Hiro came up with Mimi and she had adapted to it quickly…
They claimed she was a distant cousin of Gogo, trying out a new life in San Fransokyo. The brief time she stayed with Gogo and Honey Lemon was… questionable but Honey Lemon didn’t seem to mind.
Gogo scowled as Mimi smiled and waved to them at their table, they waved back. “…She can’t live with me and Honey Lemon forever.” She mumbled, “She will drive me insane…” then she glared at him. “And I don’t care what Aunt Cass says, she is NEVER living with you two…” Hiro blushed but grinned stupidly.
A jealous Gogo was a GREAT Gogo… but he’d never tell her that if he wanted to keep all his teeth… and his girlfriend.
“Well… good news, sort off. I kinda fixed that.” he checked his watch. “We know some girls who would be HAPPY to have a new roommate…”
Gogo blinked, then smirked as the door to the café opened. “Welcome to Lucky Cate Café!” repeated Mimi. As Brittney, Maxie and Shawna walked in, dressed casually.
“Haa!” gasped Brittney, bouncing to the counter and smiling at Mimi. “I LOVE your shirt! It’s so cute!” their tits were so big together they were almost touching across the counter.
“I love your shoes!” Mimi replied, glancing at the pretty pink heels as they gushed over each other. “They look great!”
“That the girl?” Maxie asked as Hiro nodded.
“Yep.” He replied grinning stupidly at the amateur pornstars.
“And she doesn’t mind what we do?” Shawna asked as Brittney and Mimi became fast friends. They were practically twin sisters after all. In body at least.
“You could say she was made for it.” Gogo mumbled, shaking her head.
“Yeah Alright. We’ll try her out.” Maxie grinned, “Thanks handsome.” She said as Hiro smiled stupidly at her, then flinched as Gogo grabbed his junk subtly under the table and squeezed.
“NNgh…” he whimpered as the Cheerleader Trio and Mimi started talking. “…Sorry ma’am…” he mumbled.
Gogo sipped her coffee, “…Just try to remember Hiro… there’s only ONE me…” she glanced at him, her eye twinkling playfully. “Accept no substitutions…”
“Yes ma’am.” He mumbled as she finished her coffee.
“Cass! I’m taking my break!” Mimi smiled, as the remaining patrons sighed sadly, and together with the Cheerleader Trio they happily chatted and skipped back out of the café. “Bye Gogo! Bye Captain Cutie!”
“That’s not my name Mimi!” Hiro blushed indignantly, trying to hide his face. The patrons chuckled, the regulars shaking their heads. As if Hiro could be ‘Captain Cutie’. Mimi was a sweet girl but not too bright…
End
I felt in the mood to write some Gogo x Hiro, and Originally I was going to put this up as a seperate chapter. but since it was a continuation of THIS story I figured what would be the point? So here it is... that and I couldn't think up a decent name for it. my best was Robo Gogo the Bimbo.
Anyway I also wanted to use 'Robo Gogo', Cheerleading Pornstar Britney, and yet more Hiro x Gogo so... best of all words. Now we got Mimi... |
Title: 'Big' Hiro's Sex
Chapter title: Big-Hiros-Sex-Part-1
Story Description:
Hiro Hamada has a problem, it involves being a late bloomer, teenage hormones, and the beautiful bountiful goddess known as Gogo Tomago...
...hijinks ensue.
Cartoons: Disney Misc.x
Story Content:
I don’t own…Big hero six. All hail the mouse.
And for all intents and purposes everyone is of age...
Most young boys around the age of 12 discover truly for the first time. Girls. Become truly interested in girls around 14 or 15 seeking to ‘date’ or ‘hang out’ with girls… Actively looking to experience sex at 16, 17 and 18… generally speaking puberty is a bit of a bitch… ‘Most young boys’ don’t apply to boy geniuses. Usually. Especially when those boy geniuses tend to be in the ‘secretly a superhero’ category.
Hiro Hamada, formerly 'boy' now 'TEEN genius'. Secret leader and tech guy of the superhero team Big Hero Six. See our boy Hiro didn’t exactly notice girls his age, that’s fair. Some are late bloomers, some never bloom at all. Hiro, AMAZINGLY, always thought with his ‘main brain’ as opposed to his ‘second brain’.
However, not even our boy could resist the subtle siren call of one Gogo. Tomago.
Now don’t get confused, the beautiful older woman was NOT actively calling to Hiro. But over time, well over the years, Hiro began to feel… urges. Urges that he often told his constant robot companion Baymax to ‘shut up’ about. Hiro comprehended puberty, and he comprehended attraction. He was aware of the science called love, and lust…
But Hiro was a teenager, and teenagers got HORNY.
It honestly all started with a beach trip when Hiro was barely still classified as a ‘boy genius’. All of his friends and Aunt Cass went for a day at the beach of San Fransokyo. Now he’d never experienced before the joys of the beach with a beautiful woman who WASN’T his aunt Cass… Now Honey Lemon, cute, pretty, innocent Honey Lemon was a manic pixie dream girl. But she had no curves to speak of, she wore a simple one-piece with a loose shirt over that… Honey Lemon was SAFE.
But the siren Gogo Tomago… she wore a bikini… that was around the time that our Hiro first felt those ‘urges’.
Gogo was a sexy, SEXY woman… whether she knew it or not. The purple bikini she wore wasn’t necessarily a sexy bikini, it covered all of the important bits adequately, she even wore a loose sash over it. She was as covered up as a woman in a bikini could get… the problem was that she was lusciously voluptuous and had a LOT to cover up. It was very noticeable.
Gogo’s rear for instance, was plump, and firm. You could bounce one of her disks off of it. It wobbled and jiggled just right when she moved. And she was fit, and athletic, with firm muscular arms and sturdy 'daikon radish' like legs… Hiro had caught himself looking at it… A LOT. And her chest was nothing to sneeze at, normally she wore loose clothing around the lab and tight armor over that when in ‘uniform’… but Gogo was pretty ‘blessed’ in the chest department…
And honestly it just sort of got worse from there. Baymax was giving him ‘the talk’ so often that he had to firewall that particular subject in Baymax’s programming. And that was only the beginning… soon he began to notice how TIGHT Gogo wore her armor, or how good her shoulders looked when she wasn’t wearing her jacket in the lab.
Or how MAJESTIC she looked when she was practicing Yoga with Wasabi and Honey Lemon…
Inventors block was absolutely NOTHING to every young man’s wet dream…
What made it worse was that at the end of the day… he didn’t have anyone to TALK to about this... not since Tadashi. Couldn’t talk to Baymax, couldn’t talk to Fred. Couldn’t talk to Wasabi. And Honey Lemon? NO. That was about as bad of an idea as going right up to Gogo and saying…
“Hey Gogo, you want to go out with me?” he said, to the mirror, frowned… and slammed his head on the sink. “…Nope.” He mumbled as Baymax stood quietly by the door to the bathroom. Over the years, Hiro had grown up… but not so much... out.
He was taller and lanky, not nearly as broad-shouldered as his brother was, but he could still handle himself if he needed to. But admittedly he was still the shortest guy in the group, barely reaching Gogo’s height… which meant he was eye level with her pretty face an awful lot.
“Hiro. I detect an injury in your cranium. Please rate your pain 1 to 10.”
“1. Baymax. I’m fine.” He sighed, “…Sort of…” he replied. He stared at himself in the mirror, he still looked a little like his younger self, maybe a few whiskers here and there. But he sighed again. “…I need a girlfriend.” He said to nobody… but inwardly he knew it wouldn’t help.
…Gogo was his obsession. And he didn’t need Baymax to know that it wasn’t healthy.
He sighed, brushed his fingers through his moppy hair. And promptly went back into his room to get dressed. He was a genius, he could figure something out. Baymax squeaked wobbled behind him. His cute black eyes clicking as he watched Hiro.
“Hiro. My scanners indicate that you are stressed…”
“Yes Baymax. I am.” He said, sighed and dropped onto his bed. Staring at the ceiling and almost immediately imagined Gogo in a ‘Downward-facing dog’ position and instantly regretted as naturally.
“Hiro, it seems you have a-“
“I know! Baymax! Thank you!” he said regretfully, “Please. STOP…” he pleaded.
“…It is perfectly normal and healthy to relieve yourself in privacy. Perhaps I could assist you-“
“NO!” he said sitting up up, killing his boner instantly. “Thank you Baymax! But you can’t just-“ he paused… and STARED at his fluffy best robot friend.
…Baymax COULDN’T help him… but maybe.
“I… uh… need to…go…”
“Where are we going Hiro?” Baymax asked curiously.
“Uh just me buddy…” Hiro grinned, “Why don’t you stay here and watch Mochi?” Hiro then handed the helpful robot their cute and adorable cat, who promptly batted away at Baymax’s face playfully. Purring and cooing as Baymax watched him.
“I will watch Mochi Hiro. But where are you going?”
“The lab!” he said almost mechanically before immediately heading to the garage and retrieving his scooter.
Baymax can’t help him. But robotics have made an awful lot of advancement since Tadashi first designed Baymax… he’s even met a gynoid girl once… she tried to kill him, but he could probably program that out.
Hiro might have grown up, but he still doesn’t think about the consequences that much.
Less than a week later.
Gogo noticed something… weird.
Not Fred weird, per se… but she has started noticing Hiro a lot more. Sure, he was always a cute kid and now he’s a cute teen, and she’s always kept a big sisterly eye on him. Beat up his bullies and what not… But recently he’s been avoiding her, watching her, but avoiding her… She was always quite observant, and she’d find him glancing at her occasionally. And once or twice he would be examining her Hero ‘uniform’, saying something about checking her measurements for upgrades and just brush it off.
…But then things started disappearing from the lab… parts, and tech. A bit here and bit there.
“…Something’s up with Hiro.” She stated to the rest of their friends at lunch. Hiro was missing again. He did that a lot lately.
“I’m sure he’s just being Hiro…” Wasabi said dismissively, organizing his food incredibly carefully.
“Oh! Maybe he’s secretly evil…” Fred said, eyeing Honey Lemon. “It wouldn’t be the first time.” He added with a suspicious glare.
“Freddie I already told you, I was just helping you with your laundry.”
“My underwear still smells weird!” he said pointing aggressively at her.
“That’s just soap Freddie.” Honey Lemon said sweetly as Gogo sighed.
“Ugh.” She rubbed her forehead with her fingerless gloved hands. “Guys we all know what happens when Hiro’s up to something, it’s either going to be really cool or he’s doing something that’ll get us all in trouble.” They all collectively shrugged, “I’m JUST saying we should probably find out what it is.”
“Oh come on Gogo, Hiro hasn’t inadvertently doomed the city in like a year.” Honey Lemon replied sweetly.
“Two years and 5 months.” Fred supplied, guzzling down a large soda, flinching and clutching his stomach… “Uh… excuse me.” He then dashed off to the bathroom. Gogo promptly ignored him.
“Okay. But he’s still done it three times.” Gogo noted.
“Two years and 5 months ago apparently.” Wasabi replied, gingerly taking a bite out of a fry.
“Fine. DON’T say I didn’t warn you.” She said, pointing at them and stomping off. If they weren’t going to help her, she’ll do it on her own.
She soon returned to the lab more then ready to beat it out of him if she had too. When. “YES! Almost finished! Now I just need to get the personality right.” She cracked open the lab Door as Hiro fiddled with a VR headset and gloves. “Huh…” he mumbled, “…I could just sit at my computer at home… but maybe I should do it here?” the bell rang, and he frowned. “Uh… later. Better do that later.” He unplugged and packed away the gear and promptly went to retrieve his robot buddy. Gogo’s eyes narrowed… time for a little stealth…
Later that evening.
“Okay… Data, check. Notes. Check. Tools. Check…” Hiro smirked, “Okay. All set.” What he didn’t notice was the darkly dressed woman perching like a ninja in his tree. “Baymax I’m going to the lab. Watch Mochi.”
“Goodbye Hiro.” Baymax said, petting the furry Mochi as Hiro waved off his Aunt Cass and rode his scooter to school. Soon after however the ninja dressed woman dropped from the trees, retrieved her hidden scooter and sped off behind him.
Quiet as a mouse and as stealthy as one Hiro slipped into School and into the lab. Heading to his computer he plugged everything in, hooked up the headset and quickly checked his notes. Measurements, personality, attitude. A week of scientific research into the Beautiful Siren known as Gogo Tomago.
He might not ever be with the real Gogo, but he certainly could build one like her. That wasn’t creepy at all right? Okay it was a little creepy. And he quickly realized that… all of those parts he ‘borrowed’ from the lab quickly went to waste…
So he settled for something somewhat… less… creepy. A V.R. Girl BASED off of Gogo… of course he spent hours sculpting and carving every inch of her into a perfect virtual copy of the beautiful Gogo. And while he couldn’t physically ‘touch’ her… for now, he could put her into all sorts of SFM like scenarios. All of the fun with none of the drama and mess. So now he just needed to give her Gogo’s artificial personality…
So give this to Hiro, he didn’t want some fake fantasy version with a cute, sweet girlish Gogo. He wanted gum chewing, bitch smacking, no-nonsense, badass, hardcore, biker babe Gogo. And he was going to install that into his virtual dream girl no matter what.
“Okay…” he said, covering his eyes and not noticing the ninja behind him as she sat in Fred’s bean bag chair. “Let’s try this.” Pulling on the gloves and getting to work…
It was quite a creepy sight, utterly silent and unmoving, she watched him work in equal, focused silence. His cute little tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration as he fiddled and programmed code by code into his fantasy woman. However, after what seemed like hours. He yawned, stretched, and began taking the headset off.
Like a silent wind she moved, hiding in a cubicle as he placed the headset down, undid the gloves and promptly headed towards the bathroom. Even geniuses needed to pee. That was when she acted. She moved across the floor, not making a sound taking the headset and putting it on. Very. VERY confused at what she found...
Once Hiro returned, he didn’t notice a thing, easily going back to work unaware that his secret project had been discovered by the one person in the whole world he NEVER wanted to find out about it. His work went on as usual, casual-like. He made good progress and it was long after midnight when he finally went home. Completely unaware of the ‘horror’ that awaited him when he returned to school.
The sun was shinning, the birds were singing, Honey Lemon was humming sweet cheerful Disney princess songs to herself as she skipped happily to the Lab. Just a regular morning in San Fransokyo. Hiro a little more chipper than he had been the past week, entered the lab with a smile on his cute little guy face.
“Sup Hiro.” POP! Gogo leaned against his workspace, casually, blowing bubble gum as she watched him.
“Oh! Uh, Hey Gogo.” He said, grinning cutely at her as she watched Wasabi do his morning Yoga with Honey Lemon. Inwardly Hiro was just a tad disappointed that Gogo wasn’t doing it with them. Nothing quite like watching Gogo-he was being creepy again. He dared a glance at Gogo’s casually leaning, majestic, supple rear pressing against his worktable. Imagining not for the first time how great it looked in her bikini…
He hummed slightly to himself as he unpacked his things and froze as Gogo, in a completely emotionless tone. “…No V.R. today?”
Hiro froze, his face turned red as POP went another pink bubble. She watched him, her face betraying nothing. He couldn’t tell if she knew, or was just making casual conversation… so now he was trapped, he could deny everything or make something up.
“V.R? I don’t… know… what you mean?” he said. Fail. Hiro. That was a fail…
Gogo’s pretty eyes narrowed as she brushed her purple hairstreak out of her face. “Oh?” she said simply as Hiro now KNEW he was caught.
“…Please don’t hurt me.” He said pleadingly as she scoffed. Pulling away from the table as she approached Honey Lemon.
“Hey Honey Lemon. I need some Gogo time. Think you can hang out with Wasabi Saturday?”
“Sure Gogo!” Honey Lemon replied cheerfully, suddenly hugging Wasabi, “It’ll be so much fun!”
“Don’t I get an opinion about that?” Wasabi blinked as Gogo GLARED. “…I love that idea.” He said, there were worst things than letting Honey Lemon sleep over at his house… like NOT listening to Gogo when she needed ‘Gogo time’.
Gogo smirked, before turning back to Hiro and getting her glare back. “Be there.” She said coldly.
Hiro didn’t even resist… and for the rest of the week he was tortured and stressed at just what exactly Gogo was going to DO to him. He imagined it wouldn’t be good AT ALL.
The week came and went, and Hiro approached Honey Lemon’s and Gogo’s apartment. He stood outside her door in a haze for what felt like an hour. But he knocked softly, barely waited a second before declaring, “Welp! I guess she’s not ho-EEP!” the door opened, a powerful hand grabbed the back of his hood and easily yanked him into the room before he was HURLED onto their couch. The couch rocked slightly slamming back on the ground as he shrunk nervously before the FURIOUS looking Gogo. Dressed in her jacket, tank top, tight biker shorts, and sneakers… Her eyes glaring at him as a pink bubble blew from her pert lips.
POP
“…Aunt Cass Knows I’m here…” he squeaked.
“Explain.” She said, tossing the V.R. headset against him. “NOW.”
Dozens of explanations, calculations, psychological theories, and possible escape routes went through Hiro’s hormonal addled mind like lightning flashes. “…I… Have… NO idea…” she leaned forward, and blew another bubble in his face, her eyes narrowed dangerously. He had no idea how intimidating bubble gum could be until now.
“Why. Do I. Have a virtual copy of myself on this thing…” she tapped it, glaring at a quickly reddening Hiro. “Why. Can YOU. Strip CLOTHES off of it? Why. Does it make suggestive poses? EXPLAIN. NOW.”
“…I have a huge crush on you.” He squeaked, unable to look away. Hypnotized by her eyes and her fury and simply deciding at this point to just let her kill him.
Her eyes widened, “…Oh. Is that all?” she stood upright. “…I thought you were selling me to perverts.”
He blinked at her as her fury seemed to just, vanish like it was never there, to begin with. “Whaaaaat?”
“Well it wouldn’t be the first time. Usually people just take pictures instead of building an entire virtual copy of me… then I break their cameras or their faces.”
“But… I… you…” he blinked, “…Do you really have nothing to say to me?”
An eyebrow rose, and an incredibly smug look crossed her face. “…Hiro. You’re not the first guy to have a crush on me.” She said knowingly as he turned incredibly red. “I’ve turned down dozens of confessions…”
“…Well that’s soul-crushing…” he mumbled sadly, eyeing his V.R. device, it was looking a LOT better right now.
“Oh come on Hiro you’ll grow out of it.” she noted, strutting away, “Want a soda? I mean come on, you’re young, kinda cute-“
“Thanks.” He mumbled sarcastically.
“-I’m sure you’ll find another girl you like. It's not a big deal. Wasabi and Fred went through the same thing until I corrected them… they got over it in like a week.” She returned, tossing him a cola. “I mean how long have you been feeling like this? A few days? Couple of weeks?” she began to drink.
“Two years.” She spluttered slightly, pulling her drink away and glaring at him.
“…Seriously?”
“…Ever since the beach trip.” He mumbled under his breath, deciding to distract himself by tuning up his headset. “It’s pretty much gotten worse from there…” he sighed, “This was supposed to help me with that…”
“Yeah because making a sexy copy of me is a LOT better than just talking to me.” Gogo noted, watching his dejected face. “At least you didn’t try to make a robot copy of me or this conversation would be going MUCH differently.
“…Yeah.” He noted, making sure to NEVER mention his attempts at Robo Gogo.
Gogo watched him for half a second, and finally, she rolled her eyes. “…Aright. Alright suck it up…” she said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to his feet as his eyes widened in surprise. “No moping.” She said, gazing into his cute face. “…I’ll do it.”
“What?”
“I’ll give you your first time.”
His eyes widened. “…What?”
“Look… two years? That’s a lot of buildup, and as you said it's only gotten worse. So instead of me breaking your little heart and having you slump around. I’ll give you a one-time deal. No creepy copies, you wear a rubber… and we NEVER speak of this again.”
“Seriously?!” he said, unable to hide the sheer wonder and excitement in his voice.
“Never! AGAIN!” she said poking his chest firmly, “No recordings. No witnesses. No telling the others. EVER. Or you die.”
“Oh my God yes...” He said hypnotized as she dragged him to her bedroom. ‘Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God…’ he chanted, gazing at her full biker shorts as her majestic rear strutted into her bedroom and tossed him at the bed… he gazed up at her as she blew another bubble and stripped off her jacket. Her smooth fit arms flexing slightly in her tank top as she tossed the jacket onto a nearby chair. She smirked as he fixated his eyes on her, and naturally she put her thumbs into her biker shorts and pushed.
Her black underwear came into view as she slid it slowly over her huge, wide hips. Bending forwards lightly as Hiro watched her thick supple thighs slowly freed of their wonderfully tight bindings… she stepped out of her sneakers and daintily skipped out of her shorts, tossing them towards her jackets, standing there in tight black underwear and her tank top now…
“Oh my God.” He said breathlessly, gazing at every inch of her revealed skin and her crotch.
“You’re welcome.” She said confidently, already hooking her hands on the bottom of her tank top and she pulled it over her head. Her tight black bra holding her bountiful wobbling breasts as she tossed the tank top into her clothes pile… “Alright…” she said, strutting towards her bedside table. “Strip.” She declared, bending over and making him whimper as her big bountiful rear jutted towards him. There was just so MUCH of it he couldn’t register her demands.
“W-what?”
“Your clothes Hiro. Or are you just going to cream your jeans?” she brushed a few knick-knacks aside and found what she was looking for, an old box of condoms. For those very, very few lucky guys she had over before Honey Lemon moved in.
She turned as Hiro struggled with his shirt, she rolled her eyes and helped him. His rather lanky frame was surprisingly wirier than she expected, he had a tiny bit of muscle. She gazed into his eyes and he froze, as he felt her hands on his belt…
Clip. Went his belt. POP. Went her bubble gum and his pants hit the floor. She smirked and glanced down… his tighty-whiteys had a noticeable BULGE in them. She smirked again, and amazingly, pressed her lips to his. He melted as his eyes widened and felt something SHOVED between his lips… her tongue definitely…but… he began to chew as she pulled away. “…Is this your gum?” he asked as she winked and his mind melted again.
“…Hold onto that for me.” She said and slid down his body, kneeling before him before her fingers hooked into his underwear and pulled them down.
Hiro didn’t have a massively thick pornstar cock… but it was long, and it was hard. Easily a thin 8 inches… she gazed at it, moderately impressed. It throbbed before her eyes as Hiro quickly realized what she was about to do. Her firm gloved hands pressed on his toned stomach and she pushed him onto the bed. His cock wagged as she gripped it, gazing at him.
“You nut in my mouth and I take a bite. You get me?” she warned as he nodded eagerly, his cock pulsating in her firm hand as she opened her mouth and slid it along his twitching length. “Mmm…” she cooed and Hiro died…
He died and went to heaven that was the only explanation for this.
He laid there moaning, his arms and legs limp as Gogo’s wonderful lips and tongue slid along his length, kissed it, licked it. Tasted and savored him. Never in his wildest dreams could he actually imagine this… his cock pulsated in the cool air of the AC, stinging his now saliva covered length as Gogo slid a seductive tongue to the tip, swirled it around… and inhaled… going to the base on him, inhaling him into her throat as easily as breathing.
It took every. Single. Bit of Hiro’s willpower to NOT nut in Gogo’s mouth… he knew it would be worth it. But by all that was Holy he would not.
“Oh god Gogo! Gogo!!” he whimpered, his hips bouncing up to meet her slowly bobbing head as she suckled, slurped, and licked his length. His toes curling on the carpet and his hands clutching to the sheets of her bed. She glanced sultrily up at his writhing body, her hands pressing down on him as her head went the full length of his cock…
It twitched rapidly in her mouth; he was going to blow. He was trying so hard to hold it but it was inevitable. She slid off his length, reaching between her legs for a condom as she got one open, she slid her tongue up beneath his shaft as I throbbed. “Ahh!! Gogo! PLEASE…” he begged…
Like lighting the condom rolled down his cock, and she hilted down it once more… her lips massaging his base as she squeezed hit tight quivering balls… she moaned as she felt the bag fill in her throat, quickly sliding off it as the end bulged like a water balloon with his thick first load. Holding down his hips as they tried to thrust back into her mouth. She gazed smugly at him, the bag getting bigger as he filled it unrelentingly.
“Good boy…” she praised as he gasped for breath… she bit the end of the condom, and dragged it off his cock, pinching the tip and tying it off, tossing it lazily on the edge of the bed to be taken care of later.
“…That was the best thing ever Gogo…” he breathed, his cock twitching between his legs as she stood up.
“Oh… I think you’ll disagree in a second…” she declared before adding, “…Blowjobs don’t count as a first time…” his eyes widened as she turned around, fingers in her underwear as she bent forward and pushed them down…
Hiro’s cock was reinvigorated as Gogo’s massive, wonderful ass cheeks came fully into view, naked just for him. Her hips wiggled as she stepped out of her underwear and unceremoniously popped the clip of her bra. Confidently, powerfully she turned. His hands on her curvy, wide hips, pubic hair surprisingly trimmed and breasts soft and supple.
“Oh god…” he breathed as she grabbed the box of condoms from the floor, and placed them on the bed. Taking one and opening the packet with her teeth, she leaned over Hiro, smirking at him as she expertly applied his new glove. Once applied she climbed over him, letting his tip rub against her stomach as he oddly crawled up the bed. She gazed at him like a hungry cat, before pushing her breasts against his face… his tip against her tight, warm pussy as she wiggled her hips. They wobbled and jiggled in the air as they swished left and right, his cock tip slipping into her slightly.
“Here we go Hiro…” she purred sultrily, totally and completely in control as she sat fully on his cock. “MMM!!” she flung back, sitting upright on his lap.
“Ooh OOOOH!!” he praised as she quickly adjusted to him, and began to gyrate and worm on him, her hips and ass grinding against him as his cock scraped and slide against her tunnel walls with her ‘dancing’ gazing up at her perfect body as her thick thighs squeezed him. “Oh my god Gogo! Oh my god!!” she laughed, resting her hands on his thin chest as she began to rock her hips back and forth, her ass jiggling and smacking as she crashed against him.
“Ah. AH. AH. AH.” She panted erotically, more for him than for her. This was all about giving Hiro and unforgettable first time. He needed to enjoy it a lot more than she did. “MMMn!!!”
…Not that she wasn’t going to enjoy it.
Her body quivered on top of him as a surge of pleasure rippled through her body, her exotic flesh rippling as well as his hands gripped her majestic ass, squeezing it eagerly as she sped up, moving faster and faster as his hips began to bounce up into her. “Ahh. Ha…” her head rolled back sensually, her pleasure obvious and Hiro’s cock pulsated eagerly as he watched… Sex was supposed to be a two-way street, so the fact that Gogo felt good, even a little, was an EXTREME turn on for him… and it made him bold.
Hiro was close and he sat up, kissing a surprised Gogo as he gripped her firm ass cheeks in his hand, lifting and dropping her body on his cock as they moaned loudly together, her wet pussy squeezing and smacking loudly against him as her ass wobbled and clenched.
“MMNM!!” she moaned.
“OH-AAAHHH!!” he cried out and they went still, his hands groping her ass firmly as he filled the condom again. “Gogo… Gogo…” he growled, breathing heavily as he rested his head on her shoulder, spurting shot after shot into the condom.
“Ha… ha-ha-ha…” she chuckled proudly. “Good job Hiro…” she cooed, petting his moppy hair as she pushed him back onto his back and slowly extracted herself. His condom stretching her entrance as the bulging bag excited. “…That’s quite a load.” She smirked, leaking a little of her own arousal as she removed and tied off the bag, tossing it against the other one… however the second she turned back to his cock…
It was hard again… and his hand was on her ass, squeezing and caressing. She rolled her eyes as he reached for the condoms, grabbing and tearing one open as he sloppily applied it to his cock. “Here…” she said, slapping his hand away and doing it properly. His other hand groped her other cheek and half-dragged half pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him as his cock slid between her ass cheeks. She sighed… she supposed he could go until he exhausted himself. Another shot wouldn’t hurt…
She lifted her hips, sliding her ass up his cock and wiggling it on the tip, before letting her pussy once again inhale his length as he groaned, twitching and shivering inside her as his hands clutched firmly to her waist. “You might be tempted…” she said purring, wiggling her hips slowly on his lap as he groaned. “To ‘smack it’… DON’T.” she ordered, all thoughts of smacking dat ass left his mind immediately… and were quickly replaced by the wonderful sight and sensation of her RIDING him.
“Ah. Oh. Ooh…” she chanted softly, her hips rising and falling rhythmically on him as he grunted and groaned, thrusting his hips instinctively up into her as she gasped pleasurably. Her ass cheeks wobbling majestically as they crashed down again and again on his waist, his cock appearing and disappearing inside her as she moved faster and faster.
“AH! OH! GOgo! Yes!!” he groaned, writhing beneath her bouncing assault as her pussy drooled arousal down his gloved cock.
“MMn! MMn! Mmm-hmm-hmmm!!” she moaned, chuckling confidently as she looked at his cute little face contorting in un-imagined pleasure. She slammed her hips down on him, and her eyes rolled up. She quickly turned away, shivering as her surprise orgasm rushed through her, then she felt his arms wrap around her, and the familiar feeling of a filled bag stretched her insides.
“Tight! So tight!” Hiro hissed as he pulled her back onto him, she gasped softly as he thrust his eager hips up into her, draining out every drop as she gasped. Her hand reached around to clutch at his dark hair as he hugged her tightly from behind… his cock slowly sliding out of her. Without the condom…
The very tip of the condom dangled out of her tight lower lips, she pinched it… and slowly pulled it out, the heavy bag of cum stretching her as she moaned, shaking slightly as it was finally removed from her body. Hiro watched amazed as her erotic body shivered, and she tied up the bag. Only to feel his cock smack between her legs as she twitched.
“…Holy shit Hiro…” she breathed, tossing the bag away.
“…More… I want more…” he begged, kissing her and licking her as she sighed, smirking.
“…Well…” she noted as his hand began to claw for the box, one of her legs stretched, hooking her toes on it and pulling to closer as he laughed maniacally. “…I guess for a one time deal we should make the most of it… ah…” she gasped, feeling his fingers rub her sensitive crotch as he tore open a new condom with his teeth. “MMm.. Hmmmm…” her hips wiggled on his fingers and suddenly she fell forward, laughing slightly as she glanced over her shoulder at Hiro, applying the condom eagerly as he grabbed her hips… and began anew…
There was something arousingly primal about him taking her from behind like this. Her ass clapping loudly against his eager thrusting hips. Her mouth opening to moan and coo at the feeling of his long cock scratching against her silky insides… her toes and fingers curling in the sheets as her pleasurable purrs built into a roar.
“OOoh!!” she moaned, eyes rolling up as her body reacted to the constant thrusting of Hiro’s hips… “MMn… god…” she snarled, gasping for breath as her orgasm ran up and down her body…
“Ugh!” he hilted into her and she flinched, his fingers sinking into her dense, firm ass cheeks as he pumped gently against her. Filling the bag almost unceremoniously… she sighed contentedly, feeling him slowly pulled out of her body…
Only to feel something wet drop onto her back, “Hey-” She said glancing to look at the tied-off bag, only to notice Hiro’s hard cock between her ass cheeks as he reached for another condom. “…Hey…” she said a little surprised as he quickly applied a new condom.
“More Gogo. More. Please?” he said, she rolled her eyes exasperatedly, turning away… then biting her lower lip nervously… but a little excitedly as she felt his length between her ass cheeks again… her fingers curled in the sheets, and she wiggled her hips…
Her eyes rolled up into her head as she moaned loudly, feeling Hiro pound her again from behind, rough, and faster, but not painful. He didn’t smack her ass or grab her hair like the few other guys she brought into her bed… admittedly however Hiro’s hips did all the smacking. Her ass quivering and bouncing wonderfully as his hips clapped against it, her cock plunging in and out of her clenching pussy as he grunted and groaned, gazing at that majestic wobbling ass…
Using what was left of his willpower NOT to smack it… and he so wanted to…
After what seemed like HOURS of steady fucking Gogo came, her body went rigid and her head arched back as she gasped and moaned loudly like a wounded animal.
“Ah. Ahhh…” Hiro gasped in her spasming pussy, planting inside her and filling the bag relentlessly.
“Fuck. Hiro…” Gogo growled, shivering… “Haven’t’ you cum enough!?” she laughed, only for it to die in her throat as she felt the tied bag on her ass cheek, “Ugh…” she mumbled, it oozingly slid off down her leg onto the bed… and heard him rip open a new condom… “Mmmn…” she whimpered, only enticing him further as his cock throbbed.
“One more. Just one more…” he said, almost mad in his lust as he probed her sensitive pussy once more…
“…oh shit.” Gogo mumbled…
She lost track of the orgasms… soon she was just lying face down with her bountiful ass in the air, five or six more bags of condoms on her back as Hiro just kept going and going like a fucking rabbit. A LITERAL fucking rabbit…
“Gogo I’m going to cum! I’m cumming!!” Hiro declared deliriously, his cock filling the condom inside her as she just moaned, there was little more she could do she had been fucked to absolute contentment… that had never happened to her before… she writhed slightly on the bed. Letting him know that, yes, she was still conscious… her trembling pussy sent another exhausting orgasm through her body as she bit into the sheets.
“Fuuuuck…” she groaned through clenched teeth and a mouthful of cloth, twitching and screaming into her bed as she felt the familiar wet smack of the filled condom on her ass…
Then an absolute whine ripped through Hiro’s lips. “No. NO. NOOO!!” he hurled the empty box of condoms across the room and Gogo finally breathed a sigh of relief. “There… there are more right?!” he pleaded as Gogo laughed.
“Yeah Hiro because I’m such a slut…” she noted sarcastically. “That’s going to have to be enough for you…” she said, trying to push herself up… and failing. She was moderately surprised that she could barely move… it was a pleasant feeling.
“One more. Just one more I don’t want it to be over!” he moaned, almost tearing up with his frustration as she glanced at him… and shuddered as she felt his hands spreading her jiggling ass cheeks. “One more. Last one..." he said as she tried to resist but found that her body didn’t want to listen.
“No. Hiro! No!” she scolded firmly, like she was scolding a dog.
“One more.” He chanted deliriously. “I’ll pull out… I’ll pull out.” He said, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself more than her.
“Don’t you… don’t you DARE put that in me without a condom.” She said firmly, but her body quivered excitedly. Damn you, body!
“I’ll Pull out. I promise Gogo.” He said, talking to himself. “I just don’t want to be done. Just a little more…” he moaned… Gogo gasped, feeling his long raw cock pierce into her, “Oh my Gooooood….” Hiro moaned a manic smile on his face as he enjoyed Gogo’s pussy unprotected.
“Shit! Shit-shit-shit!” Gogo hissed and tried pushing up only to fall fully onto the bed. Hiro on top of her as he began to thrust and grind once more. “Ooh. Fuck…” she snarled nervously… not believing what was happening…
…Her body apparently APPROVED of raw Hiro dick… it surrendered immediately to the young eager boy as he kissed and licked her neck, pumping and grinding against her soft ass as he squeezed and caressed her. her toes and fingers curling in the sheets through sheer animalistic lust.
“Oh fuck. Oh Fuck! Fuck that pussy! Fuck!!” she hissed softly, snarling and growling in fury and desire as her brain fought with her instincts AND her thirsty pussy. She began to slam her ass back against Hiro’s eager determined thrusts, her orgasm building with every pump, his cock twitching dangerously inside her.
“Ah!Ah! Ha! AH!! YES!!!” she screamed into the sheets furiously as her orgasm savaged her nerves. Her ass cheeks clenching and quivering as Hiro roared his own imminent release. “Hiro!” she gasped, head shooting up as she remembered how dangerous this moment was. “No! DON’T! HIRO!!” she hissed feeling his cock pulse.
“Cum! I’m going to cum!” he declared happily, INSANE with desire for the lust of his life.
“HIRO!” she ordered angrily, “I swear to god! If you cum inside of me, we will NEVER! DO THIS! AGAIN!!” she declared. She gasped and unfortunately clenched as she came again…
But her words echoed in his brain… and it snapped him out of his insane desire. In a dramatic last-second burst of conscience he pulled from her tight body, painfully gripping both of her ass cheeks firmly as she hissed at the sudden pain and felt a warm trail of hot cum blast all over her back and round jiggling ass cheeks…
She collapsed in relief and in BLISS… she would never. EVER. EVER. EVER. EVER… tell Hiro that this was easily the greatest fuck of her life… “…FUCK.” She declared, simply unable to say anything else as finally spent, exhausted and mind-blown, Hiro fell backward onto the bed.
Gogo glared at her young dozing lover and rolled her eyes. Crawling off the bed… letting the feeling get back into her legs before wobbling towards the shower. She leaned against the wall, letting the water flow down her cum stained back and ass, smirking as she gave her booty a light smack… “Good work.” She declared to herself, breathing an exhausted sigh.
“Mmph!” Hiro’s clothes slapped onto his face and he shot upright… Gogo stood clean and fresh before him, dressed back in her cloths like nothing ever happened. He sighed, putting his pants on and shirt… and frowned. “Where’s my underwear?” he asked but Gogo knocked him on the head with a gloved hand.
“Forget it. I’ll look later.” She said, yanking him off her bed. Apparently completely pristine, not a sign of any used condoms anywhere.
Hiro in contemplative silence walked with Gogo to the apartment door. It was dark out, he wondered how long he had been asleep. “…Gogo?” she glanced at him, a bubble blowing from her lips to POP loudly... “Thanks.” He said. Sincerely. Knowing that this was possibly the greatest moment of his life… sorry, Baymax.
“…Not a word Hiro.” She said plainly, he nodded his understanding. “Seriously. I love you, but I WILL kill you.” She said. He again nodded his understanding. That was fair.
“So… I’ll… see you later?” he said sadly as she rubbed his moppy hair. Leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Pulled away and blew a bubble right on it. he laughed.
“See you later Hiro.” She said as he waved her goodbye, a little more prep in his step as she shut the door and stretched. “…Now. How should I spend the rest of “Gogo time’?” she asked herself, before promptly dropping exhaustedly face down onto the couch and snoring loudly…
Sunday came and went… and Hiro and Baymax went to school on Monday, Hiro was remarkably chipper, a little disappointed at his one-night stand… but… it literally was amazing. And he was content with that.
“Hey Hiro!” Honey Lemon skipped by with an exhausted-looking Wasabi, covered in scented stickers.
“Hey…” Hiro waved cautiously.
“So many stickers…” Wasabi breathed weakly, “SO MANY!!” he hissed, grabbing and shaking Hiro comically before following Honey Lemon.
They got into the lab, Gogo was already there with Fred, who was on his bean bag fidgeting in annoyance as he read his comic book. “…Did somebody use my bean bag? My butt prints are all off!”
Gogo blew a bubble, glared at Fred. And went back to her work… Hiro sighed as he sat at his workbench, Baymax squeaking over to Fred to assist him with his ‘butt prints’.
“Hey.” He turned and blinked at Gogo who blew another bubble, casual. Normal. Nothing happened and nothing out of the- She pressed something again his chest, “Hide those.” She said dismissively while, surprisingly, everyone was assisting Fred with his butt prints.
Hiro looked down and blushed at the extra-large pack of condoms. And immediately shoved them into his jacket and glanced at her confused. She blew another bubble, smiled coyly, but beautifully, at him as it popped… and winked slowly. “…Bring them next time.” She said seductively, placing a gloved hand on her hip and strutting away… swishing that majestic ass behind her as she winked slowly at him, again.
“…I love you…” he mumbled breathlessly, grinning like an idiot.
“I know.” she mouthed as he blushed, and his face fell… "But shut up." she winked once more. He did NOT expect her to hear him.
End.
...I honestly cannot begin to describe how much I enjoy Hiro x Gogo... I don't know why... I just do. And there's a noticeable but understandable lack of it. So here we go. Something I cooked up. Enjoy. |
Title: 'Big' Hiro's Sex
Chapter title: Big-Hiros-Sex-Part-2
Story Description:
Hiro Hamada has a problem, it involves being a late bloomer, teenage hormones, and the beautiful bountiful goddess known as Gogo Tomago...
...hijinks ensue.
Cartoons: Disney Misc.x
Story Content:
I don’t own Big Hero Six. All hail the Mouse.
…She broke him. He was broken now. There was no excuse and no arguing about it… she sighed through her nose, staring at the far wall of her work-space in deep thought as she blew a big pink gum bubble. It popped and she closed her eyes… FEELING his gaze on her tight butt, like his eyes were pressed and roving over every curve of her ass... She often 'felt' him do it when they were alone together. Ever since she popped his cherry he’s been ‘attached’ she didn’t really mind. Because she wouldn’t ever tell him this to his face, but he was a GREAT lay…
It had been about three weeks since their first time. And it was admittedly VERY fun… But the fact of the matter was it was getting distracting. At the lab, on patrol, off patrol, at their secret base. Every moment of privacy together was spent with him eagerly ogling her like a puppy looking for attention. “Hiro stop looking at me.” She said firmly as he jumped like a startled rabbit and returned to his own lab work, … if you could call ‘desperately trying to look like she didn’t just catch him staring’: working. She turned to glare at him, “Seriously. STOP ogling me, its distracting…”
“…I’m not ogling…” he replied with a cute childish pout as she walked over to him, rested her glove hand in his moppy head and shook it fondly left to right as he grunted, turning a little red..
“You are OGLING.” She noted firmly. “I can feel you undressing me every time we’re alone. Knock it off.”
He pouted cutely and she rolled her eyes, strutting away. “…Come on Gogo it’s just us…” he whined, spinning in the chair, how was it he was several years older now but still acted like he was 14?
She sighed frustratingly through her nose, blowing another bubble as it popped. “…Got a glove?” she didn’t know why she bothered asking, Hiro ALWAYS carried a ‘glove’ nowadays… he practically yanked it from his pocket, grinning stupidly at her. Fuck he was addicted to her ass… she was both extremely flattered and supremely irritated.
“Men’s room down the hall. The third stall” she said, “Put it on and wait.” She noted as Hiro frowned, she knew that look. The ‘but I want it now’ cute pouty look. But she WOULD be the one on top in this ‘relationship’, “Go on.” She replied dismissively as he frowned but slipped the packet back into his pocket and headed quickly out of the lab.
She sighed again. Honestly if she wanted a pet she would have a pet… now she had Hiro and she had to ‘play’ with him and ‘pet’ him and ‘feed’ him… okay maybe not that last one but if he wasn’t so eager… and so fun… and generally just a good, attentive, lay… She snorted in irritation and pressed her new disk together on her workbench… letting him squirm before she twirled on her feet and casually strutted out of the lab.
She passed by the janitor’s closet, reached in and grabbed a ‘do not enter, cleaning’ sign… placing it in front of the men’s room and entering like she owned it… this was admittedly not her first bathroom liaison but it was the first one with Hiro. She knew she would have to throw him a bone, she had cut him off for a week now and he got twitchy if he didn’t get to touch…
She kicked open the stall door and he grinned stupidly at her, that cute stupid look he got on his face when he knew they were about to REALLY have some fun. His long eager dick, hard and twitching with his pants around his ankles, it was gloved and ready for her. She blew another bubble, it popped as she stared dismissively at his throbbing erection, he squirmed nervously under her consistent stare.
She sighed, smirked and leaned forward, cupping his stupid face and kissing him. Shoving her tongue and her gum into his mouth as he moaned, his hands sliding down her curvy waist and onto her rear to squeeze her luscious, voluptuous ass cheeks. She pulled away and stood upright, “Hold onto that…” she ordered, kneeling down before him and stroking his gloved cock.
She never would do this in any bathroom other than the school’s. They had specially designed robots that cleaned every moldy inch, you could in fact literally eat off the tiles, even right next to the toilet, and probably come out healthier. She opened her mouth, and eagerly gulped his length.
“Oh Gogo I love you…” he hissed devotedly as she rolled her eyes, her cheeks a little pink as he rested his arms on her head, holding her and thrusting his hips into her bobbing mouth as she moaned and slurped his strawberry flavored condom covered cock. Slurping and sucking determinedly as she blew him. His cute little whimpers echoing around the bathroom as he struggled to contain his rapturous pleasure at Gogo’s incomparable blowjob.
She glanced up at him as his cock disappeared and reappeared between her lips, moaning and humming on it as he gasped in pleasure. He throbbed excitedly as she hilted him into her mouth, gagging and gulping, her throat pulsating around him as he bit his lower lip.
“Eegh… MMMN!!” he tried holding it, eyes rolling up into his head. But her hands slid around to his ass, pulling him forward and deeper down her throat as she gasped. “Ahh! Ahh!!” she quickly pulled away as his cock filled the condom, she wiped her lips with the back of her glove as it bulged with his seed. “Oh God Gogo…” he purred, as she pulled away. Getting back to her feet and dusting her knees, another job well done. “…Oh…” he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her happily as she sighed. Patting his head and trying to hide her own smile. He was just so damn cute sometimes…
“Alright alright…” she said, pushing him away and flicking his forehead. She held out her hand, “…Give it back.”
“Ah…” he stuck his tongue out and plucked her gum from it before tossing it back into her mouth and blowing a bubble.
“…Now get back to work. You got a project to finish…”
“…Fine…” he mumbled pulling up his shorts as she stepped out of the stall first. He adjusted his pants and quickly followed. “But… uh… Gogo? One more thing? Please?”
She glanced over her shoulder at him, blowing another bubble. Pop. “…Fine…” she sighed, rolling her eyes and inwardly smirking as she leaned against the sink, pushing out her amazing rear as Hiro got a good grip of each cheek and squeeze.
“…I will never get tired of this…” he sighed contentedly, rubbing and squeezing her cheeks through her biker shorts, rubbing his CHEEK against her soft, defined butt before she decided he had had enough of feeding his addiction and flicked his forehead again.
“Go on.” She ordered, pointing to the door as he frowned, but obeyed. Rubbing the red spot on his forehead. She sighed, blowing another bubble in deep thought.
Seconds after her contemplative moment Fred charged in. “Hey Gogo!” he said cheerily before slamming into the first stall. “You’re going to want to leave!”
And he was right.
Gogo returned to the lab just as everyone else began to file in. Honey Lemon and Wasabi pushed the sticker covered Baymax towards Hiro. “…Smiling faces… ugh. How cheerful.” Gogo mumbled at the dozens on dozens of smiley face stickers.
“Hiro, Honey Lemon says, stickers improve on positivity and relive stress.”
“Ugh!!” Gogo replied stomping towards her work area as Hiro grinned.
“They sure do Baymax.”
“Your stress level has improved drastically over the past 20 minutes.” Baymax blinked, “Your bloodflow has also improved. Your heartbeat has also decreased.”
“Wow Hiro… have you been practicing Yoga when we’re not around?” Honey Lemon asked, “You’ve been kinda stressed for a while.”
“N-nooo…” he said lazily, “I’ve just done some… deep breathing exercises…” he said as Gogo rolled her eyes. He WAS panting an awful lot in the bathroom.
“I still think Yoga could help… ee!” Honey Lemon cheered, “You can practice with me, Gogo, and Wasabi!”
Hiro’s face fell and he glanced subtly over the cheerful Honey Lemon’s shoulder at a rather amused looking Gogo who leaned casually on her table, and ran a rather inconspicuous hand over her shapely hip. Smirking knowingly before blowing another bubble.
POP… just like Hiro’s sanity.
“Uh… gee I don’t know Honey Lemon. I-“
“Yoga would improve your stress levels. They have been abnormally high at almost weekly intervals. You should participate. Hiro.”
“But I don’t-“ then he looked into Honey Lemon’s eyes. Her deep, silently pleading eyes that nobody with a heart and soul could say ‘no’ to… Not even GOGO was immune to Honey Lemon. “…okay…” Honey Lemon squealed delightedly, sweeping Hiro up into a bone crushing hug. “Ack! Honey Lemon! Please! I need air!”
“…There. There…” Baymax said, getting in on the group hug and patting Hiro’s shoulder.
“Oh, we need to get you some pants! And a shirt!” she said, “Hmm… well Wasabi’s too big for you… so we’ll just have to go shopping!”
“Oh no…” Hiro whimpered as Honey Lemon took his hand and practically marched to the door.
“Lab just started Honey Lemon.” Gogo supplied as Honey Lemon, adorably stop and gasped.
“Oh. Right. Later.” She smiled prettily at Hiro before quickly skipping to her chemical station.
“Thank you.” Hiro mouthed to Gogo who smirked cruelly… he then quickly realized that his troubles weren’t over yet, the inevitable was just delayed. Because Gogo knew what Hiro feared…
Hiro… LOVED… watching Gogo in yoga pants… there was no doubt in her mind the number of times recently that he had watched her with a completely inattentive Honey Lemon and Wasabi when they practiced in the lab. And Gogo was very insistent that their ‘relationship’. Never. EVER. Came to light…
How in the WORLD was he going to hide his inevitable erection with Gogo’s yoga pants wrapped ASS at close range? Answer? He wasn’t. It wasn’t happening… he was going to get a boner and then he would be killed… Gogo would kill him… this was because he was becoming needy, wasn’t he? It wasn’t HIS fault that Gogo was essentially a drug to him! She got him hooked, why should he have to suffer?
“Woman up, boy genius.” Gogo noted casually in her regular ‘too cool for you’ voice, shooting him back to reality as she tossed him an armored glove. One of hers in fact, “Check that out for me, will you? it’s been acting sticky…” and his mind briefly distracted with important work… he did just that.
Time flew like Baymax in his armor, and soon before the school day was out Honey Lemon was dragging Hiro out of the lab, Baymax squeaking along behind them. “This will be great Hiro!” Honey Lemon smiled, “It’ll be so much fun to practice together!”
She dragged him towards her car and Hiro was legitimately surprised to find Gogo there, leaning on her bike as she popped another bubble. “Ready to go Gogo?” Honey Lemon smiled.
“Yep. I’ll meet you there…” she said casually, getting on her bike. Her wonderful ass molding spectacularly to the bike seat and she quickly sped away… ALMOST as fast as she would in her armor.
“Okay Baymax. Deflate a little and just hop in the back!” Honey Lemon smiled, watching as the slow hiss of Baymax’s soft marshmellow body squeaked slowly out… it was almost funny… okay, it WAS funny.
About 20 minutes later they arrived at the mall. Gogo was casually stretched out on one of the many benches, not even breathing heavily as she blew a bubble and relaxed, waiting patiently for Hiro, Honey Lemon, and Baymax until they finally arrived.
Hiro watched her for a second as her face betrayed NOTHING. “So… why are you here? Gogo?” he asked, calm. Cool. Suave.
“I needed new yoga pants.” She said, flatly, coldly… dangerously. “I figured since Honey Lemon is going to use you like her new favorite dress up doll I could grab some myself. She suddenly bent forward, almost touching her ears with her feet as she stood up… Hiro tried very hard to look away and NOT notice how flexible Gogo was or just how tightly her biker shorts wrapped her shapely, curvy, heaven sent butt…
Then almost in slow motion she stood upright, bending backward a little as she stretched, and flexed… her hands on her mid-back as she bent almost impractically backward… if you listened, you could hear the pants of every heterosexual male within a mile radius tightening. Luckily Honey Lemon was far to innocent to notice and Hiro was wearing his tight underwear…
…Gogo still didn’t return the pair he left at her place…
“Mmm…” Gogo moaned as Hiro desperately tried to think of ANYTHING else as she rotated her neck, “…Kinda stiff…” she grunted rubbing her shoulders with her hands. “Hey Baymax do you give massages?” she asked casually, coyly, EVILLY…. Knowing FULL well that he most certainly did.
…Hiro loved Baymax so much that he had honestly considered at one point dying for him… but at that very moment as Baymax began to massage Gogo’s shoulders he wanted to stab his marshmallow body with something sharp for what he was doing to Gogo and by proxy what Gogo was doing to HIM… “MMmnn ooohh… that’s real goooood Baymax…” she purred sultrily as Honey Lemon watched, COMPLETELY unaware at the torturous seductions Gogo was casting on Hiro… “Thanks…”
“You are welcome!” he replied cheerily, his hands pistoning gently on her shoulders and back.
“Gogo do you want to let Baymax finish while I take Hiro to get clothes?”
“YES! YES, SHE DOES!” Hiro said, insanely cheerful as he grabbed a giggling Honey Lemon and dragged her away from the completely ‘innocent’ massage as Gogo moaned and jumped started a few nearby boys into the WONDERS of puberty… Gogo grinned after him, blew another bubble, and-POP.
“Oh! Hiro! It’s over here!” Honey Lemon declared as he got away as quickly as possible. She then dragged him to an obvious clothing store called-
“Yoga Yoga and Toga…?” he asked curiously, staring up at the odd sign. Honey Lemon took his hand and gently guided him in.
“Yes! It's great! They sell everything Yoga related!... And Togas!” she added cheerily passing a rack of the distinctive roman garment. From one coat hanger to the other, Hiro was dragged all around the store by the cheerful Honey Lemon, seconds before he could even look at possible clothes he was suddenly dragged around to another as Honey Lemon’s surprising strong arm collected more and more clothing and it just went higher and higher…
“Wha!?” Hiro was suddenly hurled into a changing room stall followed closely by a fistful of pants and shirts as Honey Lemon smiled playfully.
“Try these on Hiro! I’m going to go look for something for me.” She said as she carefully shut the stall door. Hiro sighed, and deciding he might as well get started he began to take off his hoodie and shirt. He heard the stall next to him open and shut but didn’t think much off it as he pulled on one of the tight-fitting shirts and tried putting on some of the pants but they felt far too tight. Sure they stretched but it felt like circulation was being cut off. So those quickly came off and he managed to get on some grey pants and decided they fit much better…
He stepped out just as Honey Lemon returned with Baymax who was wearing a blue headband around his head. Honey Lemon smiled her infectious, pretty smile at Hiro who smiled back, “You look great Hiro!” she said happily as he checked himself out. He was of course still lanky and short, and barely had any muscles… and what was he getting at again? regardless he was about to say something along the lines of ‘thanks Honey Lemon’ when he realized that Baymax was here… and if he was here then where was-?”
The stall to the right of his opened just as Honey Lemon charged into the stall on his left. He had been in the middle of one of three. And Hiro… well… Hiro lost his words…
Gogo stepped casually out of the stall, except for her fingerless gloves, she was not wearing her usual clothes at all. She wore a tight fitting black sports bra revealing her toned, muscled stomach and waspy, slender waist… … however below that wonderful waist was her hips and they were wrapped in tight, black as pitch, yoga pants… she wasn’t wearing shoes or socks so her toes curled on the shag carpeting as she stretched this way and that, apparently trying out of movement felt in her new pants… which were so tight on her that other than the obvious color difference between her milky skin and her black pitch pants it was hard to tell where her skin began and where her pants ended…
…And. OH MY GOD. Her bountiful firm butt looked absolutely amazing… Nothing could beat that body in tight clothes…
“What do you think Hiro?” she said lazily, turning slowly so he could get a BETTER view of that majestic booty. Running her hands, slowly, over the curvature of her lower body as she glanced at him ‘innocently’. She obviously had NO idea what she was doing to him… AT ALL. Can you HEAR the sarcasm Hiro’s melted brain was trying to confer? “Too tight?” she asked lazily blowing a bubble between her pert, wonderful lips as it popped and a small, small corner of her every scowling lips twitched slightly upright, “…Or not tight enough?” she added in a low whisper.
Hiro, staring wide eyed like a deer in headlights… took several steps back and slowly shut his stall as Gogo smiled… ‘innocently’. BAM!
Hiro’s head slammed on the wall that connected him to Gogo’s stall. “Hiro. I have detected an injury… please rate your pain 1 to 10.”
“Hiro?! Are you okay? Do you need me to help you?” Honey Lemon, perfect, innocent, best surrogate big sister ever, Honey Lemon asked.
Hiro groaned quietly to himself and he cursed for his loss of self-control… and also the obvious rock-hard boner he was now sporting. “…Honey Lemon please don’t make me explain to you why that’s a bad idea…” he whined a little pleadingly.
Honey Lemon didn’t answer, but then she giggled sweetly. “Ohh… right. Sorry Hiro, sometimes I just forget you’re not a little boy anymore…”
Now normally if anyone else had said that to him he’d be offended. But it was Honey Lemon. VILLAI who have threatened to destroy orphanages just to watch them cry loved Honey Lemon… Some of them even sent Christmas cards from Jail. He loved Honey Lemon platonically almost as much as he loved Gogo lustfully… which, if you haven’t figured out by now because of his HUGE throbbing erection. That was quite a lot.
“I just tripped on my clothes while changing Honey Lemon, I’m fine.” He noted as she cheerily gave him a sweet filled reply.
“Okay! Let me know if you need help.”
“Hiro. I will assist you in changing clothes.” Baymax noted as Hiro pushed back on the door to keep it shut and quickly tried changing into the blue yoga pants. Because to be fair he liked that color better.
“I’m fine Baymax. Thanks.”
“I don’t know Baymax that sounded like it hurt…” Gogo said as her wonderful voice sent the blood pumping to his hardon that HAD started to go down… but no… now it decided that Gogo was still nearby and the opportunity for its new favorite exercise was still ‘optional’.
“Not. HELPING! GOGO!” Hiro sneered frustratingly as he finally got the pants on, resisting Baymax’s feeble attempts to open his stall door.
“I’m not really trying too hard.” Gogo admitted as Hiro rolled his eyes.
“I can help.” Honey Lemon noted sweetly as her stall door opened.
“Please! Just… stop.” Hiro sighed sadly as he finally… FINALLY. Got himself under control and opened the door.
Dressed in a tight yellow tank top, hair tied back in a ponytail and tight pink yoga pants Honey Lemon smiled at him. She wasn’t… completely curveless, but compared to Gogo she was relatively plain. A beautiful girl. But plain. “Oh you look so cute in blue!” she cheered as Hiro sighed exasperatedly, but smiled his cute smile at her.
“Thanks, Honey Lemon.”
“Okay we’re all looking good…” she smiled, adjusting Baymax’s headband, “So let’s all get changed and check out!”
“Why?” Gogo noted ‘innocently’. “Might as well wear them out a bit. Let’s just grab our gear and head home.” she strutted into her stall and began to retrieve her things, bending forward. Leg’s straight, ass… TIGHT.
Hiro quickly darted into his stall to grab his clothes, “You know that’s not a bad idea!” he cheered, his voice a little high pitched as he covered himself, just in case it was too late. Luckily, he caught himself before Gogo’s flexibility and tight, wonderful body sucked him into for another arousing torture session.
“Hmmm. Alright at least we’ll save some time.” Honey Lemon replied, “Gogo could you grab my things and I’ll go check out.”
“Sure.” POP. Gogo replied Honey Lemon walked to the front desk talking cheerfully to the rather beatnik-y looking girl as Gogo retrieved Honey Lemon’s things and handed them to Baymax. “Hey Baymax, go take this to Honey Lemon.”
“Alright, Gogo.” He said, blinking before squeak walking towards the front desk.
“Evil.” Hiro said immediately, apparently becoming very interested in the ceiling as opposed to looking directly at Gogo’s lower body. Just like the sun. It was dangerous to look directly at it right now. “You are EVIL.”
“…I’m just teaching you a lesson.” She said firmly, popping a hip and resting her hand on it as she popped another bubble. “Stop being such a HORN DOG.” She said firmly as Hiro went red, “You need to remember that ‘this’-“ she flicked a finger between them, “-is a two-way street. I’m not here to be your teenage relief. I don’t need you to feel good Hiro but it’s clear to me, that you need ME. I am NOT an object to get off with.”
“I know that,” he said, a little hurt that she thought that he thought that way. “…It just feels… so much BETTER with you.”
Gogo collected herself by popping another bubble. “…Yeah. Alright.” She said rather lazily, “But if you can’t keep yourself under control I’m going to have to kill you, and I don’t really want to do that.”
“…You keep saying that but you wouldn’t really kill me would you?”
“…Ever notice that there aren’t a lot of guys talking about how they used to ‘be with’ me?” she noted, very, very darkly.
Hiro promptly clamped up. To be fair, the guys that Gogo had been with either dropped out, graduated or got fired for having an affair with a student and promptly being blacklisted. To be fair that teacher WAS a pervert, but he was also an asshole, she did it for the good of the class… hey it didn’t go any farther than a blowjob… she got an A+.
But such facts did add to her air of ‘do what I say and don’t fuck with me’ charm to her already badass personality and aura. But she knew well enough that if it got out she was giving Hiro a piece of her, that would just bring a torrent of younger guys looking for some pieces, and she didn’t want to kick the shit out of that many people… at once.
“Keep your junk under control.” She noted firmly. He took a deep breath and stared at Honey Lemon still talking to the clerk, apparently, they were friends. Because it's Honey Lemon of course they were. POP. Went another bubble as Hiro blushed, trying not to look at her in frustration… Gogo thought he was pissed at her, in reality… he was just trying as HARD AS POSSIBLE not to get a hard-on from looking at her. Gogo just had that effect on him… he couldn’t help it. “…Tell you what…” she said, regretting it almost immediately as he glanced determinedly at her face.
Don’t look at the rest of her Hiro, don’t look at her chest, don’t look at how her hips seemed to have difficulty keeping all of her firm bouncy rear BEHIND her…
“…If you manage to maintain control during your first session with Honey Lemon…” she said, giving him a smirk. “…Afterward, I’ll give you an extra. Special. Treat.”
SHIT! emergency battles stations! Don’t think about it! Ignore how wonderful she sounds when’s she’s being sexy!
“Okay we’re all good!” Honey Lemon cheered, before eyeing Hiro. “Oh! Hiro…” she said hesitantly, putting a hand on his forehead, “…You’re all red are you feeling alright?”
“F-Fine Honey Lemon.” Hiro said smiling.
“Hiro’s heart rate is quite rapid, he should try some deep breathing exercises to relax.” Baymax supplied, Honey Lemon frowned.
“I better take you home Hiro.” She said, taking his hand like the good big sister she was and leading him out of the store as he tried to awkwardly walk with his clothes in front of his crotch, desperately trying to keep his wiggling ‘little’ Hiro under control as Gogo casually walked behind them with Baymax.
Hiro tried not to notice Gogo mounting her bike if her ass looked great in biker shorts on that thing he was going to punch a hole through his clothes if he saw her in yoga pants on it. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” She said casually, donning her helmet, “And session Saturday?”
“Yes!” Honey Lemon smiled, “It’s at our place!” Gogo waved her understanding and sped off as Baymax squeezed into the back of Honey Lemon’s car. “Wasabi will pick you guys up, alright Hiro?” Honey Lemon smiled as Hiro finally relaxed, his ‘little Hiro’ no longer trying to magnetically attach itself to Gogo…
“Its fine Honey Lemon.” She drove him home, gave him a kiss on the forehead, and waved him off as he waved her away. He sighed, Baymax standing next to him as together they went up to Hiro’s room. “Baymax.”
“Yes Hiro.”
“…Can you teach me some deep breathing exercises?”
“Certainly Hiro.”
He had three days to give himself as much ‘self-control’ as he could. Putting on his V.R. headset with his V.I. Gogo… he began to train.
Oh… yeah, he still had that. He didn’t have the heart to delete her, but she was mostly unfinished…
Three days later Hiro stood on the sidewalk with Baymax, who he promptly told to spend the couple hours he would be gone with Aunt Cass. “I’ll be back by lunch Baymax, help aunt Cass today.”
“Very well Hiro, enjoy your time with Honey Lemon, Wasabi, and Gogo.” He squeaked walked into the café, “Hello Mochi.”
Just a few minutes later Wasabi, already dressed in his green yoga clothes pulled up in his car. “Hey Hiro.”
They arrived at Gogo and Honey Lemon’s apartment in good, but slow, time. Wasabi carried a couple rolled up Yoga mats under his huge arms, Hiro offered to take one. After all he was probably going to be using it… today would be just a normal. Calm. Relaxing day.
“Hi guys!” Honey Lemon smiled, all dressed and ready in her new clothes as Gogo sat cross-legged on a purple mat behind her. Wasabi rolled out his own green mat.
“Hey Honey Lemon. Hmmm… where should we put Hiro?”
“Right Here.” Gogo said practically, shifting her mat over slightly so Hiro… quickly becoming nervous. Looked at the completely innocent space next to her. he’d be behind Honey Lemon and Gogo would be behind Wasabi… either way…
He had no witnesses…
That’s okay. He trained for this day.
“Okay Hiro.” Honey Lemon smiled prettily at him as he smiled nervously back, rolling out the blue mat that Wasabi let him carry. “Just watch us and try your best.”
“…Keep a close eye.” Gogo noted softly under her breath, her lips twitching as POP. When a gum bubble.
“Gogo…” Honey Lemon said sternly as Gogo sighed, rolling her eyes and turned. Hiro quickly flung his eyes forward, noticed Honey Lemon. And quickly changed course to Wasabi. Sorry Wasabi.
Gogo approached a small glass of water and stuck out her tongue, placing her gum on the edge firmly before she returned to her mat, hands on her hips and looking thoroughly annoyed. Pretty, but annoyed. “No gum during the session.” Honey Lemon said as she balanced easily on one foot, stretched out her toes and promptly pressed play on a nearby stereo. Soft, relaxing sounds began to echo around them as Honey Lemon began.
“Okay. Let’s start with the warrior.” Bending one knee and stretching out her arms and legs, she held the position, as did wasabi, and Gogo. Hiro needed a bit of balance but soon he got it. Breathing slowly, and relaxingly, closing his eyes to prevent any possible… issues.
After a few moments, “Now… the plank pose.” Honey Lemon replied calmly as Hiro opened one eye and copied what she did, a sort of… push up position as she faced Wasabi. “And Hold…”
Easy. This was easy. He was good with easy…
“Now… four limb staff pose…” Honey Lemon cooed, going down with her pushup, as Hiro did the same, not even looking at Gogo and staring at the floor. Alright. This wasn’t so bad… it was relaxing… after a moment.
“Upward facing dog…” said Honey Lemon as collectively they all arched their backs and stared at the ceiling. Hiro accidentally caught a glance at Gogo’s soft, firm-
SHUT UP. Stop wiggling Little Hiro!…
-and stared up at the ceiling. They held this position for a little while Longer, Hiro was surprisingly relaxed… so of course-
“Downward facing dog…
Wasabi, Honey Lemon, and unfortunately Gogo, all moved to position. Hiro dreaded this pose. Hands and feet on the floor, back straight, and butt, Gogo’s magnificent butt, up in the air and pointed directly at Hiro…
He hesitated but if he did so for too long the others would notice EVERYTHING in his pants… she he closed his eyes, and copied.
‘Don’t look at her butt. Don’t look at her butt. Don’t look at her butt. Hiro’ he chanted to himself, desperate to seal his eyes shut and not notice at all that Gogo was trying to tease him, just a little bit. Her toned perfect rear clenching and wiggling ever so subtly… Wasabi and Honey Lemon wouldn’t have noticed… But Hiro, if he didn’t squeeze his eyes shut, definitely would have.
…She was a little proud of him.
After that horrible. HORRIBLE moment… well not that horrible the sight of Gogo in the ‘downward-facing dog’ position, would forever be burned into his mind and keep him warm on lonely evenings. Honey Lemon went through several more unimportant less ‘oh God Gogo’s so sexy’ positions.
“And relax…” Honey Lemon said, standing straight as Hiro released a breath he felt like he was holding for hours… “Okay. Let’s take a break.”
“Smoothies?” Wasabi asked.
“Smoothies!” Honey Lemon clapped excitedly. “Hiro. Want a smoothie?”
“Sure…” Hiro said as Wasabi grabbed his keys and Honey Lemon grabbed her purse. Her money purse, not her chemical one.
“Gogo?” Honey Lemon smiled.
“I’m good.” Gogo replied, tilting her cup of water against her soft wonderful lips and drinking as her tongue scrapped her gum into her mouth and began chewing. “Ah…” she said, now feeling complete.
“Okay! We’ll be right back.” Honey Lemon smiled, waving them off as she shut the door.
After a moment of palpable silence, Gogo spoke and Hiro went rigid. “I’m proud of you.” She said with a smirk. Hiro went red, and she added… a little more… huskily.
“We have about 20 minutes.”
Annnnnnnnd yep… that broke him.
His erection shot against his pants as he went absolutely red. Her hand curled slowly around his shirt and she walked backward towards her bedroom. “Don’t worry… It’ll be quick.”
“…Not that quick.” He said pouting sternly, as she laughed, his cock throbbed at the absolutely beautiful and melodious laugh that echoed out of her lips. He didn’t think she COULD laugh like that.
“No. No it won’t Hiro…” she purred, his already rock-hard erection becoming absolutely PAINFUL in his pants at her constant sensual assault.
Was she even fucking TRYING to do that or did it all just come naturally?!
She reached her bed and pulled him to her, her breasts on his chest, his erection throbbing against her crotch as she kissed him. Little Hiro wiggled and wobbled joyously at the feeling of her lips and the almost instinctual reaction to her gum slipping into his mouth. Little Hiro knew what that meant. Playtime.
“Hold that for me…” she said, pushing him away and… slowly… removed her yoga pants.
Hiro didn’t even hesitate, staring as inch by inch the tight clothing was peeled from her milky skin until she was… amazingly… completely nude below the waist. “N-No underwear?!” he said almost breathlessly as she smiled.
“I don’t like wearing underwear in tight pants like these.” She said, and he seemed to realize that her pants were a little form fitting on her… “Now… I promised you an extra special treat.” She turned and stepped onto the bed, her butt wobbling enticingly before… with absolute body control.
…She did the splits.
Her feet lied flat on their sides on the mattress as her bouncy booty tightened wonderfully, she lied slowly forward, flat on the bed as her hips wiggled left and right. Her hands slid flexibly down her back to squeeze her cheeks and pulled them slowly apart. Yoga… does a body GOOD.
Hiro heard her tight womanhood calling to him, Hiro… Hiro…
“HIRO!” he looked at her face as she turned her head glancing at him, squeezing and bouncing her ass enticingly. “…You can stick it in…” she said slowly, and her fingers crawled between her cheeks and-
…Oh my god.
She spread her tight REAR hole. “…You don’t have to wear a condom for this one…” she said, “Go. SLOW.” She declared.
…Hiro died again… he’s been dying so often recently.
Mechanically he was behind her, hands rubbing gently on her firm cheeks as she carefully watched him. She had done anal, once. It was quick, it was painful, she didn’t like it, and she broke the guy’s nose when he didn’t stop. But after some research and some training she had grown USED to it… besides Hiro wasn’t thick he was just long…
…Plus Hiro was much more gentle…
Something in the back of Hiro’s mind said ‘lube’ and he immediately spat on his hand, rubbing it onto his dick as he leaned close and did the same to her hole. Gogo smirked as he stood back up… and pushed.
Gogo shuddered beautifully before him sucking in air through her teeth before “Aaaaah….” She sighed as inch by inch he pushed inside her.
“Oh god. Oh god. OH GOD…” he chanted breathlessly as he hilted deep up her tight, spasming bowels, her fingers sinking into her ass flesh as her toes curled. Her rear hole practically SUCKED him in, caressing and spasming around him before he slowly pulled out.
“Ah. Aaah…” Gogo breathed, it was MUCH better the second time around. “MMM!!” she bit her lower lip, feeling just the tip still inside her before he pushed gently back in. “Oooh… Hiro…” she felt his cock pulse as she moaned, eagerly wiggling beneath him as she buried her face in the sheets.
“Gogo…” he whined, slowly pulling back. “Faster… I want to go faster…”
She lifted her head and smiled confidently at him, trying not to shake in pleasure. “You know me Hiro…” she purred, feeling his heartbeat through his cock as it increased rapidly. “I LOVE going FASTER…”
They broke… both of them broke.
Like a punch to the gut, Hiro’s cock rammed deep into Gogo’s ass, “OH!!” she cried out slamming her face into the sheets and SCREAMING in bliss as he slapped rapidly against her ass, his hands on her hips. Pumping swiftly and mechanically inside and out of her.
“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.” He chanted ritualistically, gazing in awe and worship of her vibrating ripple but as his hands held her waist.
He had to. HE FUCKING HAD TO!
SMACK!!
“OOOHO!!” Gogo roared in fury and pleasure, glaring over her shoulder at him as her body continued to rock up and down on the bed. But normally while it was very wilting look to him…. There was absolutely no way he was going to soften until he was DONE.
“YOU GET. ONE.” she declared, viciously. And that killed any spanking fetish he might have had for her… right now.
Gogo, HATED when people smacked her ass. HATED it. When she was briefly a waitress. When she was on the track team as a congratulatory nature, and especially during sex. It was degrading and she fucking hated how every, single, guy she had sex with wanted to do it. She KNEW she had a great ass! She didn’t need to be reminded about it!
…But strangely for one brief moment, Gogo’s pleasure overwhelmed her fury. Normally… she would’ve knocked the guy out after she warned them not to and she already warned Hiro the first time they had sex… Not even Hiro was safe from her wrath…
…Well… maybe he was a little safe…
“Gogo! Gogo!” she suddenly gasped, looking up from her deep thoughts as a sudden wave of pleasure raged through her anal tunnel and she came. Hard.
“OH FUCK!!” she cursed, thrashing down on the bed, biting into the sheets, “MMn! MMMn! MMMPHFUCK!!” she moaned as she pulled them up, they dangled between her teeth as Hiro’s plunging cock ravaged her insides.
“I’m going to cum! Gogo!!” he whined, his mind was confused, he actually didn’t know WHAT to do. He didn’t think he was allowed to release in her.
“Let it out.” Gogo breathed heavily, “MMn! MMm… Let it out Hiro. Come on…” she praised, her ass wiggling and bouncing against his deep, hard thrust. “Come On! WOMAN UP!! CUM!”
Everything was quiet, and warm… Gogo’s mouth opened wide as her ass clamped up. Hiro went still, his mouth opened wide as he pressed his hips firmly to her ass cheeks, falling and holding her from behind as she felt her ass suddenly FILLED with thick, white, built up teen cream…
“FUCK/AH GOGO!!” sound burst from their collective lips and everything came rushing back as they breathed heavily, Hiro lying on top of her as her legs curled behind him and around his ankles.
“Ha… ha…” Gogo writhed slowly beneath her younger lover, shaking like a leaf. Best. FUCK. EVER.
“…I love you Gogo…” he moaned as she went a little pink, feeling him rub his face happily on her back.
She smacked him lightly, “Ow!” he frowned as they slowly disconnected, his length slipped from her rear as she quickly tightened her muscles, not a drop escaping.
“Yeah yeah…” she said, her face still a little pink before she turned around and cupped his face.
“Wha-MMN?!” she scrapped out her gum with her tongue, sloppily kissing him as he melted, and she pulled away.
“…Don’t get sappy…” she said still a little pink in the cheeks and checking her clock. “Pants. Hiro.” She said, strutting quickly to the shower. “We got six minutes.”
She of course needed a far more thorough cleaning, judging from the sheer LOAD up her ass… but… she felt wonderfully satisfied. A quick hosing and she was out of the shower, drying herself off as he watched intently. “What?” she asked lazily, already reaching for her pants.
Then she felt his hand on her ass, then he was ‘cheek to cheek’. “…I just needed a little more…” he said as she stood upright and glared at him.
“…That reminds me…” she said, letting him worship her booty like a drug addict. “You smack my ass again Hiro and I’m throwing you out the window…”
“I could'n't help it… sorry.” He said, a little red himself as he finally stopped being ‘weird’. Pulling away from her butt but giving her cheeks a playful goodbye squeeze.
“Nobody does it twice Hiro. And I never forget…” she growled firmly and pulled on her pants… somewhere in the back of her mind however told her that she… might. It depends.
“Hiro! Gogo! We’re back!”
Hiro and Gogo casually returned to the living room as Honey Lemon handed him something… green. Both her and Wasabi drank their ‘smoothies’ watching him intently as he did the same. Flinching as the bitter, kale-ish taste drowned out just about everything else. “It’s good for you…” Honey Lemon smiled, taking a breath. But not even she could hide the distaste on her face, no matter how brief it was.
Gogo smirked knowingly at him and casually stepped away… but Hiro couldn’t help but notice the slight… limp she suddenly seemed to have. And suddenly his ‘smoothie’ didn’t taste so bad… it tasted like. Satisfaction…
End
Okay. Let's get one thing straight. This is ONLY a Gogo x Hiro story. I WON'T be writing it forever, at least 3 chapters, at most... MAYBE 7 or a more literately accurate 6. Hiro will NEVER get with Honey Lemon, or Aunt Cass, or any lady from the series. It will ONLY BE GOGO X HIRO.
Some of you won't care, some of you will try to convince me otherwise. But as Gogo said in chapter 1 when it comes to smacking her ass...
DON'T.
That being said I hope you enjoyed reading it. I do admit I enjoyed writing it. What I don't enjoy is punishing myself. |
Title: 'Big' Hiro's Sex
Chapter title: Big-Hiros-Sex-Part-3
Story Description:
Hiro Hamada has a problem, it involves being a late bloomer, teenage hormones, and the beautiful bountiful goddess known as Gogo Tomago...
...hijinks ensue.
Cartoons: Disney Misc.x
Story Content:
I don’t own BH6. All hail the Mouse.
The birds were chirping, the sky was clear, and Aunt Cass turned her closed sign around to open. Almost immediately the rush of people into the café put her a little off. She needed back-up… Hiro was still asleep but soon Wasabi, Honey Lemon, Gogo, and Fred all entered the café as well.
“Oh wow, it’s really busy today.” Honey Lemon looked around concerned. “I don’t think we can get a table.
“OH! Kids! Thank goodness. Can you guys help me with the morning rush?” Aunt Cass asked, giving them all puppy dog eyes as Gogo blew a big bubble of gum… pop.
“…Sure Aunt Cass.” She said politely.
Immediately Wasabi, Fred, and Honey Lemon looked at her somewhat surprised. She looked back, scowled, and crossed her arms indignantly over her impressive bust. “…What? I help Aunt Cass all the time.” ...Recently.
“She really does.” Aunt Cass smiled, “Seriously I’ll pay you. Plus tips.”
“Oh don’t be silly!” Honey Lemon said, taking Aunt Cass’s tray, only to have Gogo take it instead. “You don’t have to pay us, we’re family.” Aunt Cass smiled sweetly at the near innocent perfection that was Honey Lemon.
“Just put the sign-up Aunt Cass.” Gogo said almost as an afterthought as she went around the counter and, oddly, put on a black apron covered in skulls.
“Fred, Wasabi. Food-prep and register.” Aunt Cass said practically, the boys saluted as they went to work. “Honey Lemon. Coffee.” She smiled and promptly went to the counter. “And Gogo. I’ll put the sign-up.” She smiled at the tough as nails but the heart of gold girl as she went behind the counter and took an odd cardboard sign out. Hanging it on the counter for all to see.
Gogo had been helping out Aunt Cass when she had a little time, not only for the work but… well… because it’s Aunt Cass… Hiro lived right upstairs… seemed like a good idea to get into her good graces. Or at least deeper into her good graces. But ever since Gogo started helping out there, an obvious crowd started coming in. They behaved well enough when she wasn’t there, but Aunt Cass quickly had to deter any… ‘idiots’. As Gogo put it.
Hence the sign
‘Touch the waitress and you WILL be hurt.’ Frowny angry face.
Gogo went about the crowd of people like lightning, taking orders and names before delivering food prepared by Aunt Cass and Fred, who was surprisingly good at cooking despite the fact that he was waited on hand and foot by a butler during most of his off time. Honey Lemon, thanks to her sciency brilliance was amazing at preparing the mochaccinos and cappuccinos and all the -chinos. And Wasabi was so talented with the money he didn’t even really need the register, adding everything up almost instantly in his head.
One by one, table by table, everyone was served and fed. Then the morning rush lessened, and an average amount of people soon entered and left the café. No longer needing her surrogate nieces and nephews, they finally got their own table. Gogo handed Aunt Cass her skull apron and sat down with the others…
“I can’t believe Hiro isn’t up yet.” Honey Lemon noted as her smiley face pancakes slowly disappeared.
“Well he was up late last night at the base repairing Baymax.” Wasabi said softly, inhaling his coffee before sipping it daintily. “I don’t think he went home until two in the morning.”
Gogo drank her own coffee, trying to hide a rather smug smile as the memory of last night quickly returned. Baymax had taken some big hits from the dancing duo High Voltage trying to protect Hiro. He had spent the remainder of the fight twitching and stuttering comically until they got him back to the base to recharge properly and allow Hiro to repair what he could. The day saved, everyone else went home… except for Gogo…
…And not to let up a particular opportunity…
A few hours earlier.
“Gogo! Gogo!!” Hiro groaned, wearing only his helmet and a condom as he rammed into Gogo from behind. She was wearing her yellow armor, but not the black suit normally beneath it. Her body pressed against the wall as she moaned softly, feeling his eager length plunge in and out of her as her ass rippled against his thrusts. “AH. Ahh…” he sighed softly, smacking his hips loudly against her ass as his hands caressed her waist.
“MMm! Ah-aaah…” she moaned, breathing heavily on her mask, steaming it erotically as her eyes rolled up into her head. “Emm! MMM! YEAH…” she sneered as her pussy tightened and she came, her hands clawing the wall as her boots scrapped on the floor. The forehead of her helmet hit the wall as her body shivered erotically, her ass reflexively twerking as Hiro’s relentless thrusts sent her further over the edge as her back arched and she climaxed even harder. “Ah! GOD!!”
“EEMm!! GOGO!!” he pushed deep and she felt the condom fill like a rapid balloon inside her, her vaginal wall stretching around it as he slowly pulled out, he breathed heavily. The condom stretching her trembling labia as her lower body shook, her pussy drooling a trail of arousal onto the floor. He slipped the condom off, tied it, and let it drop to the floor with a sickening wet smack.
“MMmn.” She moaned, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him as he mechanically reached for another condom, put it on, and immediately shoved it back into her pussy. “Aooh…! MMM!!” his arms wrapped around her waist as her head rolled back, tapping against his helmet as he began again in earnest, breathing heavily as he pounded her from behind, her pussy sloshing and clenching around his condom covered cock. He gazed down at her rippling ass, how it bounced and jiggled on his pounding hips.
“Make me cum Hiro.” She growled, eyes rolling in her sockets as she gazed at the base ceiling, “Come on… come on… deeper Hiro. Get deep inside me. Ah! Ah…”
Hiro eagerly obeyed, deeper, harder, tighter! Chanting her name like a prayer mantra. “Gogo! Gogo! Gogo!-“
“Gogo? GOGO?!”
POW!
She reacted instinctively, suddenly lashing out and smacked Fred across the face and he fell dramatically to the floor.
“OOOOOOOOW.” He moaned, lying still on the floor as she blinked down at him. Apparently, she had been staring blankly for a few minutes now, Fred had decided to ask why.
“…Sorry, Fred.” She said, unable to deny that it was completely her fault.
“So-kay…” he moaned, rubbing his cheek. “I totally should’ve dodged it… with my... lizardy reflexes...” he mumbled as Gogo glanced at a staring Wasabi and Honey Lemon.
“Are you alright Gogo?” Honey Lemon asked with curious concern as Gogo stretched… inadvertently drawing a few stares.
“Yeah… guess I’m still a bit tired. Sorry again Fred.” She noted, then sighed, “…Buy yourself a donut, my treat.”
“Sweet! Worth it.” he grinned, already going off to the counter for the said donut.
“…You know what? I’m going upstairs to the apartment.” Gogo said, yawning broadly. Hiro had spent a good couple hours with her before they finally ran out of condoms… they had been running low a lot. “See if Hiro’s up… and if not, I’m going to take a nap. That alright Aunt Cass?”
“Sure Gogo.” Aunt Cass said as Fred chewed his donut.
“You sure?” Honey Lemon asked.
“Yeah we weren’t going to do much today anyway right? Just go to the mall?”
“I do need more scented candles.” Wasabi noted rather wistfully. “MMmn…” a smile stretched on his face.
“Comics!” Fred cheered.
“I was just going to keep them company.” Honey Lemon replied sweetly as she fiddled with the last of her pancakes.
“Well alright then. Nap it is. See you guys later.” She waved them off and headed out and up to the apartment above. She stepped casually up the steps, used the spare hidden key that Hiro had hidden in a camouflage compartment in the door frame, she entered. Shutting and locking the door behind her.
She then ignored the couch and began walking up the stairs. Slowly climbing the steps as she soon reached Hiro’s room. She opened the door stepping silently with ninja-like grace inside. The curtains were shut, the room was dark, and Hiro snored adorably on top of his blankets and futon cover, Baymax had been moved into Tadashi’s room. Even though he spent most of the time there in his charger, it somehow only seemed fitting. Gogo, silent as a ninja, shut the door. Before stepping casually towards Hiro’s futon.
“MMn…” he moaned softly, rolling over and stretching out… then promptly began to snore, and drool…
Almost as an afterthought, she blew a big bubble of gum. And POP!
“MMMm… Gogo…” he smiled blissfully, wrapping his arms around a pillow and squeezing tightly. She smirked, that was almost adorable. She stood upright, watching him sleep for a minute, then he rolled over again and his boxers had a more noticeable bulge… ah… morning wood. The bane and the blessing of many a young man.
Pop. Went her gum as a few dozen thoughts went through her mind… but she shrugged, taking his chair from his computer desk. spinning it around and sitting on it reverse. Resting her chin on the back of the chair and, stretching her legs forward. Letting her big, soft, majestic ass face Hiro as the chair further enhanced her shapely lower body. She bounced it up and down slightly, trying to get comfortable, and promptly turned on his computer, turning the sound all the way down. She then found a few of his games and promptly ruined his high scores in about half of them. Well the ones that had high scores.
“Hmm…” he mumbled, sitting up blearily as the repetitive flickering lights woke him in the darkened room. “Wha-Gogo? What are you-“ his mind broke at the perfect shape of her ass on his chair, she wiggled slightly, rapidly flicking her fingers on his controller as she achieved yet another high score. His cock jumped out of his boxers, and blushing, covered himself up.
“Bout time you work up Hiro.” She mumbled, glancing over her shoulder and blowing a bubble. Pop “You missed the morning rush…”
“Oh man…” he mumbled, “And it’s the busiest day to…” he checked his clock, “Ugh…”
“Don’t worry we covered for you… we needed to after all the LONG. HARD. WORK you went through last night…”
“That was you!” he said, blushing furiously “You did that!”
“We did that…” she noted as she finally died, her little starship exploding and Game OVER appearing on the screen. “I didn’t hear you complaining at the time.” Hiro didn’t meet her eyes.
“…You started it.” he said reluctantly, as she smirked, blowing another bubble. Pop.
“Woman up Hiro. Drink some coffee. We both had fun.” She noted, not realizing his determined look as she picked another game, classic Puckman. “I’m just giving you sh-IIIIIT!!” she jumped as she gasped, “Ooh!” she jerked her head around, and glared at him. Shivering slightly as he pressed down on her back. He had tugged down her bike shorts and underwear just enough to get access to her tight rear hole. And promptly injected himself right up her tight ass. “Ah! You! LITTLE!...” she hissed, “Ah. Ahhhh…” she began to moan as he thrust slowly in and out of her ass, the chair rocking roughly back and forth as she bit her bottom lip and the ‘wag-ga wag-ga’ sounds of her puckman quickly dying.
Her feet scraped the floor, her toes curling as he smacked his hips against her bouncy rear again and again. His favorite past time as of recently. The closest he could get to ‘smackin dat ass’ without being knocked out cold afterward.
“Gogo. Gogo…” he moaned lovingly into her ear from behind, her rear hole spasmed and clenched around his firm morning wood. His tongue swirled along her earlobe and down her neck as he put his full weight onto her back, his hips pumping mechanically behind her as she clawed at the back of the chair. “OOoh you feel so good…” he praised as she shuddered in response.
“Ooh-ahh…” her mouth opened her gum dangling back and forth on her teeth as she sucked in air. “Ah! AH! Ah!” her panting, erotic moans joining his smacking hips as her ass rippled from his blows and ass cheeks tightened around his plunging and retreating cock. Her tight rim stretching and collapsing on him as she gasped, “H-Hiro. OH! FUCK!”
SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!
Hiro’s hips rapidly slammed in and out of her ass as his feet slipped back on the carpet, his voice undulating over her oncoming orgasm as she tightened like a vice around his cock. “Ahh-!! GO-MMNH?!” flexibly she turned silencing him with a wet sloppy kiss, moaning into his mouth as her eyes rolled up in pleasure. A thick, plentiful torrent of her younger lover’s cum shot into her bowels, warming and filling her instantly as her ass hole spasmed around his trembling, eager length.
His hands slid up her ass cheeks to her chest, squeezing her breasts as she moaned into his mouth, both breathing heavily through their noses as they violently made out. “MMn…mwah… mmm!” his tongue wrestled hers, her gum swirling around both of them as he finally pulled away… she gasped for breath… then promptly slapped him across the cheek. But not very hard.
“Little dick…” she whispered coyly, scowling at him but a little red-faced. He kissed her again, she groaned impatiently but let him have his fun.
“Ah… that was the best yet…” he moaned into her soft lips as he slipped her gum playfully back into her slightly open mouth. His hands still squeezing and caressing her breasts.
“Good for you.” She said condescendingly, he frowned, looking at her with puppy dog eyes.
“Come on Gogo, you liked it too… how many times did you cum?” he said, more out of curiosity then pride. Not that she was going to tell him… besides she lost count of all the little ones.
“Just pull out Hiro… Slowly!” she quickly added with a hiss as her tight little ass hole got briefly confused at the sudden quick motion of its new favorite treat. Send an emergency signal of exciting pleasure throughout the rest of her body that said, ‘battle station incoming another volley!’…
The fact of the matter was, ever since their first anal session Hiro had quickly gotten attached… and while Gogo wasn’t really an anal sort of girl… at first. She did see the appeal after five or… six more times…
They certainly used a lot fewer condoms… but there was the cleanup that was the problem. After a good Hiro pounding, which essentially to her was EVERY Hiro pounding, she was leaking for hours unless she immediately took a shower. The last thing she needed was an embarrassing stain on her pants. Both excuses she could use for said stains were terrible in the long run.
“Ugh I need to use your shower…” she mumbled, trembling slightly as she got to her feet, using the chair to steady herself as she slowly got the feeling back into her shapely legs.
“…But I wanted… to do it again.” Hiro said sheepishly, as she glared at him.
“One surprise butt sex wasn’t enough?” she said rather flatly as he smirked that stupid grin and didn’t meet her eyes. “You’re horn dogging again. Do you want a repeat of what happened at the Yoga place?”
“…Kinda?” he said, a little more confused than anything. “Other than the fact that Baymax and Honey Lemon were there, it wasn’t so… awful…” he finished lamely, as he got a good look at her stern ‘you’re pushing your luck Hiro’ face.
“Oh? So you like the idea of me sexually torturing you, you pervert?” she said, strutting slowly to his bathroom… glancing over her sexy shoulders, and pushing her biker shorts down. She pushed her ass cheeks firmly together, shaking her hips slowly. “…Come here…” she said as he excitedly followed her into the shower. She pushed him onto the toilet. “Stay.” She purred as he grinned watching her eagerly as slowly, she pulled off her jacket, slowly she wiggled her hips in place. More for movement than any sort of dancing… she tossed the jacket on him, the shoulders hooking onto his as he smiled at her, she leaned forward… and kissed him.
It made him feel warm and complete when she kissed him. And they both were enjoying it… she was still enjoying it as she took the sleeves of her jacket and tied them tightly behind Hiro. “Eerp!? Gogo?” he squeaked, “That’s kinda…” his cock throbbed as she stepped away, leaving him trapped in her quickly jury-rigged straight jacket as she slowly removed her shirt, tossing that onto his twitching cock. Off came the bra that she used to further bind his hands, and finally she turned on the shower…
She stood outside the shower as the water heated up, and with a playful, but cruel, wink… she stepped into it. “MMmnn…” she moaned, her voice echoing acoustically around the shower. Hiro’s cock twitched excitedly as he watched her slowly and deliberately rub her sexy, curvy body under the cascade of water from the showerhead. “Oooooh…” she moaned, cupping her hands before her so it pooled on her chest. She pulled them away as water splashed loudly on the floor, swirling down the drain as she adjusted the removable head from its holder, getting her purple streaked hair soaked as much as the rest of her shapely body.
For the record. Hiro liked the idea of Gogo modeling just for him, but the way she went about it in the store was cruel.... This time was equally as cruel as teasing him in front of Honey Lemon. Gogo watched sultrily from the shower, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she licked her lips and approached the glass… “Ah…” she moaned, slowly rising up on her tiptoes, and lowering, pressing her body firmly against the glass as her breasts and legs squeaked and rubbed up against it. Her tongue licking her lips seductively as she ran it slowly on the glass… “AHhhh…” she sighed letting the water splash against her rear, she opened her cheeks, letting the showerhead shoot off excess Hiro juice as she continued to grind her soft body against the glass, leaving streaks of her shape upon it as she kept rubbing herself up and down against it.
Then… her hand slid down the stall, and she slipped her fingers into her soaked, wet, pussy. “Ahhh…” he moaned opened, her eyes sultry and inviting, she bit her bottom lip as the back of her hand pressed against the glass… and she began to thrust her lower body forward on it. “Ah… ooh… yeah…” she moaned, visibly fucking her own hand as she pressed her chest against the glass. “Mmmn. MMMM!!” she shuddered, smiling blissfully as her head rolled back, her breast heavily rapidly as her lower body shook and trembled. “Ahh!” her mouth opened, her crotch drooled arousal down her shapely thighs as she came. Her other hand clawed the glass as her whole body shivered beautifully. Her knees wobbling as her delectable body jiggled… Hiro was going to explode.
“Ha… ha-ha-ha…” she laughed, smirking at him before she pushed away from the glass, letting it fog up as she lathered and rinsed. Feeling more than proud of herself… also remarkably satisfied. Teasing Hiro and rubbing one out was oddly gratifying… in fact… if she thought about it a little harder than ‘serves him right’. She’d find that she rather LIKED the idea of Hiro watching her intently as she masturbated.
Just for him.
…She was in the shower, so she didn’t notice quite how much that idea made her wet.
She stepped seductively out of the shower. Pop. Blowing another bubble as she reached for Hiro’s towel she swayed a little, swinging it behind her back as she rubbed it back and forth, glancing at him coyly as she ‘danced’ like a bellydancer with a sash, drying herself off as she jerked it back and forth, up and down her body. Then wrapped the towel around her, rubbing it firmly up and down against her silky clean skin. If Hiro washed his own towel, a task Aunt Cass did weekly, he would consider never washing it again as he watched Gogo use it.
She hung it back up, and stepping towards her shorts, she bent forward, ass facing Hiro as it wobbled, he moaned as he stared at it. she slipped one leg, then the other, into her shorts before promptly pulling them up her body… as if to say. The show’s over.
She took her shirt and pulled it on… then her jacket. Freeing the rather demoralized Hiro as his cock throbbed. “And that’s me teasing you.” She noted almost as an afterthought. “Put on some pants Hiro… actually, take a shower.” She then undid her bra knot, freeing his hands before tossing her jacket over her shoulder and walking out like the queen that she was. “Might want to take care of that first…” she noted with a smug grin as he glanced down at his twitching length.
About five minutes of furious annoyed fapping later Hiro dried off and put his clothes on before heading back into his room to find Gogo beating his high scores again. But unlike before when she left herself open, she was using the chair properly, she blew a bubble with another signature ‘Pop’.
“Hey you got any two-player games?”
“Yeah.” He said, hesitantly, “A couple.”
She held the controller out, “Got another one of these?”
“…Sort off.” He said. With less enthusiasm than you'd expect...
“Want to play with me?” she said, ‘innocently’. Or at least as Innocently as Hiro was going to let himself believe.
“…Sure.” He said and walked past her into Tadashi’s old room. Retrieved the second player control from a drawer. And returned, plugging it in and spending a good deal of time playing whatever with Gogo…
A couple of hours later.
“How did you get so good?!” He asked as she shrugged.
“That weird kid that Fred hates makes me play his stupid games when we go ask him for information.” She noted as she took down the boss with barely anything constituting help from Hiro. Not that he didn’t try. “…Richardson. He won’t let me play the same game twice… He’s tolerable When he’s not looking at my butt and calling me ‘dream girl’.”
“Why does he make you play games?” Hiro asked, wondering how much virus-laden spam he could send to Richardson.
“That’s his price. If I beat his scores, he does what we ask and if I ever lose, I have to go on a date with him. Something something, I’m never going to do it. And not just because I’ll never lose.” She added as they beat the game. “Cause he’s a weird little perv that likes watching me lean over his arcade machines.” She then eyed a rather annoyed looking Hiro. Pop, when her gum and her lips stretched into a smirk. “Ooooh? Feeling a little jealous.”
“…I’m feeling annoyed that you’re so good… Let’s bot fight instead.” He noted, in a rather surly tone.
“…Nah.” She replied, already picking another game from his extensive list. “This is much more fun.” She said blowing another bubble. “How about this one. Highway Warrior Turbo V Plus Hyper Turbo IV… does this game have two numbers in it?” she mumbled thoroughly confused.
“It’s a fighting game. 1 V 1.” He said…
“Alright surly boy, how about this…” she wiggled the control back and forth, watching him intently. “…If I win. We keep playing and I keep emasculating you.” He sighed, “If you win…” she cooed softly, huskily, “I drop my pants. Lie down on my back, and let you have your way with me.” His face went red, staring intently at his screen and not looking at her smug, smug, but incredibly seductive face.
POP went her gum in the palpable silence.
“…Press start.” He said…
One thorough beatdown later.
“How?! How is that possible!?” he squeaked indignantly as the sexy Chinese fighter with the Gogo legs and ass got a flawless victory on him. “You’ve never even played the game before!”
“Well I played Highway Warrior IV at Richardson’s arcade… he had the same response.” She said smugly, “Now… ready for more emasculating?”
“No! No, I am not!” he declared frustratingly, “Just… anything else Gogo. Come on, please?” Gogo watched him and smirked.
“I don’t know Hiro, I like beating you…” she said as he sighed, got on his knees.
“Please. Stop…” he sighed, as she laughed.
“Oh come on its not that bad.” She turned the game off and stood up, stretching. “…Alright. Grab your toolbox.” Hiro blinked at her curiously, “Come on. Grab your box and follow me. We’re going for a walk.” Hiro watched her slip her gloved hands into her pockets and watched her beautiful body strut out. “Hurry up!”
Hiro reached under his futon and grabbed the toolbox and quickly followed Gogo.
She went out of the house, and up the street. Together they walked for about thirty minutes until finally, they reached a storage center. Gogo walked right in with him behind her and together they moved through dozens of containers. She finally stopped at one before she unlocked it with a key. She lifted the shutter door open, inside was a small workbench, a raggedy looking couch and Hiro smiled at the sight of a beautiful, black, motorcycle… mostly unfinished.
“Wow… Look at that…” he said, the shiny black luster almost blinding as she pulled him in and shut the rattling shutter door. “Where did you get it?”
“Here. There. Everywhere… I’ve been working on it in my off time.” She said, “Engine still needs work. But tires, seat, chassis. That’s all good.”
Hiro gazed at it amazed before kneeling and inspecting the engines. “What are you going to do when it’s done?”
“Well I’m going to ride it.” she said practically, “Then I’m going to sell it, and find another one to work on. Repeat” She tossed him a wrench, pop went her gum as he caught it and she smiled. “Come on, you can help boy genius.” He grinned happily back…
After about an hour of hard work later, Gogo stretched, watching Hiro turning a few more bolts and wiping his forehead. “O-Kay…” he said, grinning at her as she smiled prettily back. “I think its good, battery and electrical is all hooked up… so… should we start it?”
“Hold on.” She said, taking a tiny gas can and filling the tank a little. “Let’s see if she’ll turn over. Open up the door a bit so we don’t choke on its exhaust.” He lifted the shutter door a bit and she swung a shapely leg over it, straddling the powerful machine as she put her foot on the starter and-
VROOOOM!! It roared to life as Hiro cheered Gogo grinned and let it roar a little more, revving it loudly and proudly as she finally turned it off.
“That was awesome!” Hiro smiled as Gogo smiled at him, popping another bubble. “When can we go for a ride?”
…Gogo’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she wiggled on the bike. “Oh… I don’t know Hiro… do you have any protection?”
“Ah… no I forgot my helmet at home.” he mumbled, scratching his moppy hair, “Ah well… maybe next… time…” Gogo smiled sultrily at him, blowing another bubble. Slowly… the air filling it up and-POP… she watched him as his eyes slowly widened. “Uh… actually Gogo.” He said, kneeling by his toolbox and opening it. “…I think I might have something.” He pulled out the condom packet, the very last one from that giant box she had given him weeks ago. He had stored it in his toolbox for just such an emergency.
“How about this?”
“Oh I think that will work Hiro…” she said, getting slowly off the bike before just as slowly pushing her biker shorts down. Naked from the waist down he watched as she straddled the bike again, leaning far forward so that her wonderful body molded upon it, her bouncy shapely rear rubbing her crotch on the leather seat as she wiggled it. “Hop on.” Her hands held onto the handlebars as her upper body leaned over the middle of it.
Hiro’s pants were on the floor without a second thought, his cock hard and ready as he tore the condom packet open, applying the condom with practiced ease before rubbing his hands on her back, and wonderful ass before tossing a leg over the bike. She felt his cock press between her ass cheeks as she wobbled that fleshy rear left and right, jerking and rubbing it as she wiggled it. His hands rested carefully on her ass cheeks as she moaned, spreading her apart as her pussy drooled a wet spot on the leather seat.
They groaned, shivering together as they connected, his length pushing deep into her body as she pushed back against him. Her hands still firmly on the handlebars but her upper body was pressed against the cool engine. She felt him enter completely inside her, his cock twitching against her inner walls as she moaned. Mouth open and eyes quivering in pleasure as his hands clutched to her tiny waist and began to pump her back and forth.
“Uh… ha… uh…” he went slow, and determinedly on. Steady and repetitive he enjoyed every inch of her body, as much as she enjoyed every inch of his length. And what a view he had, he would never get tired of watching her booty ripple as it bounced back against his thrusting waist, his gaze locked firmly onto her bouncing ass cheeks as they smacked back against him.
“Gogo… how do you always feel so gooooood…” he groaned eagerly, slowly speeding up as their echoing smacks filled the storage locker.
“Ha! Hahaha!” she laughed, biting her lower lip eagerly as she felt her own climax building, riding and rubbing her bike as he rode and rubbed her body. She shivered excitedly, her womanhood twitching around her younger lover's cock as she gasped, “Ahh... Ahh! I’m going to cum!” she moaned, her voice echoing like crazy around the storage locker as Hiro hissed, feeling her clench around him as his hands sunk firmly into her waist like they were glued there. “Oh my god! OH MY GOD!!”
She shuddered, head rolling back along with her eyes as her mouth opened and she screamed, “AhhhaAHHH!!!” she shuddered in pleasure as her lips stretched into a loving grin as Hiro trembled behind her, slamming his hips against her rippling ass as his arms suddenly wrapped around her waist. Slipping around them as her body writhed and shook on the bike.
Her orgasming body registered him speeding up, his hips smacking loudly against her fleshy ass as it rippled and shook with his constant deep motions, his cock throbbing and pulsating against her tight tunnel walls as she bit her bottom lip firmly, trying to stop the rapturous screaming of pleasure as he rode her, “Uh! AH! Ahh-Sh-it!!” she groaned, “Oh my GOD!”
“Ahh! Ahh!!...” Hiro went still, his hips pressed firmly against her ass as he held her tight, dropping onto her back as her fingers clawed the clutch of the bike, holding the handlebars tightly as her muscles disobeyed her and clenched tightly like a massive body-wide muscle cramp.
“NNNGHHH!” she tasted blood as the mind-blowing orgasm ripped through her. She felt the condom expand as it struggled to contain every drop of Hiro’s eager seed, she felt it so deep inside her that the entrance of her womb kissed the bulging balloon of cum…
As if VERY eager to take it.
“Ha… ha…”
“MMN… Gogo…” he moaned lovingly, slowly he pulled himself upright. His body was limp and weak, exhausted. He slowly pulled out of her, the balloon of cum scrapping her inner walls as she struggled to contain her body’s desire for more as her lower lips spread open and vomited out his cock, her arousal drooling onto the seat. “Oh… crap is… is that bad for the sale price?” he said, fairly certain that was going to stain.
Her lower body quivered before his eyes, her various holes ‘winking’ at him as her bouncy booty twitched ever so slightly at his exit. “No… no it will not be bad for the sale price.” She breathed heavily, licking her lips of drool and blood before she recovered herself. “…That was great…” she sighed, sitting up and groaned, “…Wow…” she smirked at him over her shoulder as POP went another bubble. “Somebody really likes biker chicks…” she teased.
But Hiro smiled cheerfully at her, “…You said I was great.” She went red, and scowled at him, smacking him lightly on the cheek. “Ow!”
“Come on get your pants on.” She said, cutely scowling as he cutely pouted. It was a smorgasbord of cute. If Honey Lemon was here right now a cute-plosion would happen. Gogo swiped up her pants and put them on one leg at a time as Hiro tied off the condom bag and put his own pants back on.
“Uh… what should I do with… this?”
“Trash can right over there.” She noted dismissively to the small steel bin filled with a plastic trash bag, old food wrappers, and the occasional packing peanut... “Or hell I don’t know, toss it over a fence outside.” The bulging thing already looked like an overfilled water balloon, but Hiro decided to toss it into the bin. It caught on something and exploded as Gogo sighed. “Well… now we can’t just leave it there it’ll stink up the place.”
Taking the bag and locking up Gogo and Hiro walked out of the storage area, “So… when are we going for a REAL ride?”
She blew a bubble and sighed, not looking at him. “…I don’t know… how about next week? We do have to make sure it runs before I put it up for sale.”
“We can run to the store.” He said proudly. “We’ve run out of condoms…” suddenly she felt his hand on her big, wonderful ass and he squeezed it fondly. “…Or you know. We could just not use them…”
She glared at him fiercely, but amazingly he didn’t remove his hand. She finally smirked as his confident look changed into the nervously little horny rabbit he was, “…Fine. We’ll go get more condoms… but you’re buying them this time.” Hiro frowned, blushing at the thought of buying a huge pack of condoms… But as he continued to get a handful of Gogo’s wonderful ass, he realized that almost any amount of embarrassment would be worth it… He’d rather ride Gogo than a cool motorcycle any day of the week.
“Alright that’s enough of that…” she noted, brushing his hand away from her tight rear. As they walked together back towards Hiro’s home. “Horn dog…” she teased. He sighed, but silently walking back home together was still pretty good. Even if she wouldn’t let him touch her in public.
“Hey Gogo. Hey Hiro.” Aunt Cass greeted them, stroking Mochi absently on the couch and watching TV. What did you two do today?” Gogo blew a bubble of gum, ruffling Hiro’s moppy hair almost lazily.
“Hiro helped me with my engine…” she said, smirking as Hiro went red. “Unsurprisingly he’s REAL GOOD with his hands.”
“That’s cool.” Aunt Cass smiled, “…It’s getting pretty late Gogo, how about you stay for dinner?”
“…Sure…” Gogo replied as Aunt Cass put Mochi on the couch, stood up, stretched, and went to the kitchen.
“Alright! Three meals coming up!”
Hiro smiled weakly, turning to Gogo with a mixture of horror and ‘are you serious’. “Really?” he squeaked, “You are evil.” Gogo just smiled, POP went her gum, and she followed Aunt Cass into the kitchen to help.
“But you love me.” She said teasingly, his gaze on her beautiful, tight rear…
“…I really do…” he mumbled with a reluctant, but lovestruck sigh. Burning her body into his mind before smirking happily to himself. "...She said I was great..."
End
Alright this is the last of the ideas that came to me, so hopefully I can think up some more. I don't want to just do a small 3000 word chapter since the other two are over 7000... so I'm going to try and keep these at 6000 word minimum. Regardless, It might be awhile until the next chapter, or it might be next week if I can come up with something. Either way, see you all next time.
Authors note: When I read through this for as many errors as I could find, I wrote bubble of cum three times instead of what should have been bubble of gum... I'd blame autocorrect, and its notorious habit of ruining my sentences. but... I highly doubt it would do that.
PS NOTE. there was apparently a 'bubble of bum'. Fuck Autocorrect. |
Title: 'Big' Hiro's Sex
Chapter title: Big-Hiros-Sex-Part-4
Story Description:
Hiro Hamada has a problem, it involves being a late bloomer, teenage hormones, and the beautiful bountiful goddess known as Gogo Tomago...
...hijinks ensue.
Cartoons: Disney Misc.x
Story Content:
I don’t own BH6. All hail the Mouse
Mr. Sparkles was insane, unfair, and probably completely out of touch with reality… okay lets not kid ourselves the diminutive little dwarf was definitely out of touch with reality. Anyone in San Fransokyo who got a higher view count than him was on his hit list. Cats, cute babies, and… apparently. Amateur pornstars.
“Oh My GAWD!” squeaked the absurdly busty blonde cheerleader as she lifted her feet from a vat filled with snapping piranhas. Her breasts were as big as basketballs and stretched out her tight, midriff revealing red and white cheerleader uniform. Her long wavy blond hair bouncing left and right with her shaking head.
“Brittney STOP MOVING!” hissed her identically dressed ‘costar’ next to her. She was an attractive blue-haired punk with an impressive hourglass figure, cheerleader with a few piercings on her ear, right nostril and… other places. “You’ll make us fall!” their wrists were tied together, dangling precariously from a hook… one wrong move and it’ll slip.
“I swear to GOD!” barked a third identical uniformed cheerleader. A beautiful black girl with a big onion booty, thick shapely thighs, and long cornrows wrapped into a ponytail. She was the third girl of the trio. She yanked her feet up from a snapping piranha. “I am going to KILL my EX for posting that video!!” she shrieked.
“I AM GOING TO KILL YOUR EX FOR POSTING THAT VIDEO!!” The Punk Cheerleader replied angrily, quaking in fear as she heard the ropes rip on the hook. “…I can’t believe I’m going to die because I had SEX! THIS IS NOT A HORROR MOVIE!!”
“Maxie! HOLD ME!” Brittney yelped as Maxie sighed.
“…Who knows Brit, Piranha might not eat silicone…”
The black cheerleader, Shawna laughed hopelessly, “…Maxie I’m so sorry I slept with your brother.”
“God Shawna, now?! Right now!? REALLY!?”
“Oh, come on he was cute!” Brittney replied, “…And really good with his hands.” She said, her basketball breasts bouncing as they pulled up their legs again.
“You too?! God DAMN IT you two are such sluts!”
“I didn’t sleep with him!” Brittney replied indignantly, “…I just squeezed one out for him…” her breasts jiggled pointedly, the implication obvious. “…a bit.”
“…Never mind, this is a horror movie…” Maxie sighed, “…We are going to die. We had an orgy, and now we’re making a snuff film. Great.”
“HEY! Will you knock it off with the commentary?! That’s my job!” the diminutive man yelped at them, floating down on his odd crane chair.
“Hey, let us go! You limp dick little shit!” Shawna shrieked at him as the hook tore into the ropes.
“Stoooop MOVING!” Maxie hissed desperately as the Piranha came dangerously closer the more the ropes tore.
“Why are you doing this?!” whimpered Brittney pleadingly.
“Because you got higher views than me silly!” Mr. Sparkles grinned, “But don’t worry! In a few more moments…” he clicked a button on his armrest as cameras zoomed in on the girls from all angles. Making sure to get each in turn and every possible naughty bit. “I’ll get WAY more views than ‘Three Cheerleaders on a pole!’… You girls like to get…‘eaten out!’ Right?!” he grinned as all three groaned.
However suddenly the glass roof smashed and three of Big Hiro Six’s members landed onto the floor. The big guy Baymax, the speedy Gogo and-
“Oh my Gawd it’s Captain Cutie!” shrieked Brittney happily, “I love you in those stories!”
“Ugh…” the purple guy sighed, as Gogo smirked under the helmet. Hiro, HATED that name. None of Karmi’s other fanfiction names really caught on, but everyone still called Hiro ‘Captain Cutie’… I'm totally being serious too...
I’m not joking… everyone LITERALLY thinks Hiro’s superhero name is Captain Cutie.
“BIG HERO…” Mr. Sparkles paused, counted, then said, “THREE! SO! WE MEET AGAIN! BUTTON PUSH!”
Giant robot broccoli men appeared from essentially nowhere ready to fight. Baymax and Gogo struck fighting poses as Hiro leaped off his partner’s back, “Gogo! Baymax! You two take out the broccoli I’ll save the girls!”
“On it!” Gogo shouted as Baymax fired a rocket fist at a group of broccoli men. While Mr. Sparkles laughed manically, getting distracted and recording the brawl, Hiro climbed up the piranha tank and braced himself on the edge as the fearful college cheerleaders watched in trepidation, but not Brittney she was rather excited to be saved by ‘Captain Cutie’.
“Okay!” he mumbled under his helmet, his eyes shooting left and right as he made the calculations. Watching as the ropes almost ripped right through the hook and- he leaped. His boots propelling him forward as he hooked his arms around them and flew them onto the floor, they landed on top of him softening the blow. “…Ow.” He mumbled as suddenly the nearby wall was sliced open. Wasabi charged through the weakened hole in the wall followed by Honey Lemon and Fredzilla.
“…Oh dear.” Mr. Sparkles mumbled as his broccoli men were destroyed by Gogo’s flying disks. Using Wasabi as a springboard, Fredzilla leaped towards Mr. Sparkles.
“HERO LEAP!” he shouted dramatically, posing before his gaping maw burst forth a fireball. “FIRE BLAST!”
Mr. Sparkles' crane connecting to the chair melted, and he fell to the floor with a crash as Honey Lemon painted him with chemical balls, sticking him in place. “…Phooey.”
Moments later.
“Oh my GAWD! We got saved by Captain Cutie!” Brittney squealed delightedly as she held up her phone puckering her lips and taking a selfie with a very embarrassed Hiro as she cuddled him.
“I always thought he was just a short guy… but I kinda like it.” Maxie purred. Wrapping her arms around Hiro from behind as Brittney kept taking pictures.
“Wait until the rest of the girls see this!!” Shawna replied, “…And my ex!” she added bitterly before giving Hiro’s mask a kiss and taking a picture.
…There was no way Hiro wasn’t enjoying this… And he was, just a little. Three attractive college cheerleaders? That’s the dream right there… but he couldn’t help but feel… unsafe. Even when the police arrived to take Mr. Sparkles away. Dragged out of the warehouse he had been using as his hideout and studio by Gogo.
“Hey hey! Watch the suit!” he grumbled, before pouting as he saw the three cheerleaders fawn over a very embarrassed but shyly amused Hiro. “Look at that! Pfffftp!!” he blew a raspberry at them. “It's SOOO easy to sell sex! I don’t need to do that! I have dignity! I-” but he paused… as he saw the look on Gogo’s face. He grinned smugly, “Oh hooo.. what’s the matter speedy? Don’t… like…” Gogo’s head slowly turned to him, and he looked into her eyes behind the mask.
Mr. Sparkles was insane, unfair, and completely out of touch with reality…
But that LOOK Gogo gave him… that absolute indescribable LOOK. Turned him sane for a very, VERY, brief moment. “…I’ll be good.” He whimpered quickly, gazing horrified into her eyes as if staring into the deep abyss of some eldritch abomination.
“Take him.” Gogo said coolly to the officers as they seized a very forlorn and unusually quiet Mr. Sparkles.
“Captain Cutie one more picture!” Brittney pleaded, her breasts wobbling enticing at Hiro’s eye level. In fact, his eyes seemed to bounce with them. They were SERIOUSLY as big as his head, how did she even cheer with those?
“I know… Let’s all take one together…” Shawna said with a sultry purr, “Maybe one without your helmet." she cooed seductively.
Hiro held up his hands hesitantly, “Uh… haha… I don’t think I should…”
“Ooh… don’t worry Captain Cutie… we can take our clothes off too…” Maxie grinned eagerly, “If it’ll make you more… comfortable.” It certainly did not. “…But you know… maybe we could all go to a nice quiet-”
“CAPTAIN CUTIE.” The voice of darkness growled as the four of them realized that the rest of Big Hero Six was still here… the 'speedster' girl staring determinedly at them “We need to GO.”
“Uh… right. Um… yes.” He said, nervously feeling his armor melting off his body. And not in a good way. “Right. Well. Ladies you uh… you be good.” He said, approaching and climbing onto Baymax’s back.
“Oh, we'd rather be naughty…” Maxie grinned at him as they waved him goodbye. Brittney actually a little tearful as she bounced and waved, her breasts moving up and down as if they were being dribble by basketball players.
“Bye Captain Cutie! Come to San Fransokyo University football games!” she cheered, “We’ll always make time and say hi to you!”
“And More!” Shawna added as Maxie elbowed her.
“Geez Shawna, just throw your underwear at him already! Come on let’s go kill your ex.”
“We’re not really going to do that are we?” Brittney asked nervously.
“No. Brit. We’re just going to beat the shit out of him.” Maxie replied, “…And tell his parents he’s a drug dealer.”
Flying, driving and skating, Big Hero Six finally made it back to their secret base. They entered and dropped onto respective couches and chairs and emitted a relaxed sigh. Wasabi took off his visor and shook out his dreadlocks, “Uh… where’s Gogo? She’s usually the first one back.
“She was right behind you guys.” Hiro noted nervously as he began to remove Baymax’s armor starting by taking off his helmet. Honey Lemon made her way to her personal hero room to change as Fredzilla stretched out on the couch.
“Maybe she went to get donuts.” Wasabi and Hiro stared at him as he pushed off his suit helmet. “…Yeah, actually guys I didn’t believe myself either.” Fred added.
“But man, what a night.” Wasabi sighed, “High Voltage, Yama, AND Mr. Sparkles… what? Was it three for one at a supervillain store?” Fred chuckled as Hiro deposited Baymax’s armor into a neat pile. “It’s pretty late.” Wasabi yawned. “…You guys want a ride home, or should we just crash here?”
A few late nights of crime-fighting quickly encouraged them to the idea of having sleeping quarters at their secret base. Which summed up to the couch, a recliner, and essentially leaving the guys with cots. Gogo and Honey Lemon claimed the softer rest spots, more out of a gentlemanly courtesy than the fact that Gogo looked at them dangerously.
“You should not drive drowsy.” Baymax said, raising a finger. “Studies show that it leads to 12% increase in accidents. Due to lower response time and-“
“Thank you Baymax.” Hiro smiled, sliding on a roll-away chair to his computer and running diagnostics over everyone’s gear. “…I think I’ll head back later guys if you want to go…”
“Why don’t we call Heathcliff for a ride?” Honey Lemon said sweetly, now dressed in her regular clothes.
“My man Heath!” Fred said sitting up, “That’s a great idea. I’ll give him a call. GASP!!” he gasped suddenly, “You guys could sleepover at the mansion!”
“Oh that sounds like so much fun!” Honey Lemon clapped happily as Wasabi sighed under his breath.
“Please no.” but then Honey Lemon smiled broadly at him, and he submitted. “…Fine. But what should I do with my car?”
“Just leave it in the garage.” Hiro noted, “It’ll be fine here and Heathcliff could bring you back tomorrow.” Fred was already calling the family butler, “I’ll lock up when I leave.”
“He’ll be here in ten.” Fred said, “…The guy is a heck of a driver.”
"Isn't the mansion like 30 minutes away?" Wasabi asked.
"...A heck of a driver." Fred repeated grinning.
“...Alright I’ll go park my baby.” Wasabi said, getting off the recliner as Honey Lemon began chatting with Fred, both following him outside.
“Hiro.” Baymax said suddenly as Hiro glanced at his big soft buddy. “My battery level is low.”
“Yeah you might as well hop into your spare charger buddy.” Hiro said, as he activated a rotating wall that revealed a spare charger for Baymax. “I’ll wake you up when we’re heading home.”
“Yes Hiro.” Baymax said, squeaking slowly towards the big charger, standing on it. Then his black eyes clicked close and he deflated.
Hiro smiled at his sleeping companion. “Night buddy.” He said, getting back to work. He heard Wasabi park his car, he heard Honey Lemon say goodnight, and he heard everything go quiet… his fingers tap-tap-tapping away at his computer. He needed to get Skymax down and fill it back up with the uniforms… he stretched on the seat, groaning slightly… He probably was going to crash on the couch. He was exahaust-
“Hiro.”
“DAH!?” he jumped as his chair spun and he found himself staring into Gogo’s face. “Oh… uh… hey. Gogo…” he said hesitantly, wondering where she had gone off too. “Where have you been?”
“Thinking. I sped around for a while.” She said, standing upright and crossing her arms across her chest. “Don’t worry about it.” she said coolly as POP went her gum. She wasn’t wearing her orange armor. Just the tight black skintight suit. Her feet were bare, and she wasn’t wearing gloves. “Where did the others go?”
“Heathcliff came and took them to Fred’s place, they're all going to sleepover."
“…All three of them?”
“Yeah.” He replied, his eyes wandering her skintight suit, it hugged every inch of her voluptuous, curvaceous body. She might as well have been naked… Hiro wished she was just naked… But her butt looked amazing in anything that hugged her body so it wasn’t much of a difference.
“…Well I feel kinda bad for Wasabi.” She noted, “Fred AND Honey Lemon?”
“They’re not bad.” Hiro said fondly while yawning broadly.
“You don’t live with Honey Lemon. Why do you think I need ‘Gogo Time’?” Hiro thought about it for a moment then conceded the point...sort of. It WAS Gogo so... “Anyway. What are you working on?” she said glancing at the computer.
“Oh. Little things.” Hiro replied casually, “Skymax response time and pickup, and testing our connections to the police scanners…”
“You done then?” Gogo asked casually.
“Yeah actually I-“
“Good.” She pushed him slightly out of the way and took the mouse. “I got something you’re going to want to watch. Opening the net to a well-known porn site.
“Uh… Gogo.” Hiro fidgeted as she typed in 3 cheerleaders on a pole. Three recently acquainted cheerleaders. All three were topless but wearing their short cheerleader skirts, without underwear. Brittney the blonde was up against a stripper pole, her big basketball breasts wobbling as she wiggled, she had a collar around her neck attached to a chain, that was attached to another collar on the stripper pole.
“Come to momma, slut.” Maxie the punk girl cooed, “Give me those tits.” Red-faced she wrapped her hands around Brittney’s big right breast and loudly and wetly sucked on Brittney’s nipple, squeezing the big silicon orb as the beautiful blonde whimpered.
“Maxie… Ohh…” she moaned. Hiro couldn’t look away, watching in terrified awe as Shawna crawled into view, her big black ass wobbling as she squatted on her heels before Brittney, lifting the beautiful busty blonde’s skirt over her head as Brittney squealed delightedly.
“…Whhhhhy am I watching this?” Hiro noted hesitantly, trying to tear his eyes away as Maxie pushed Shawna’s head deeper between Brittney’s thighs. “I mean… I can’t look away but…”
“Cause apparently you like skanky cheerleaders.” Gogo noted a little smugger then Hiro noticed.
“Eat that pussy you black slut! I want to watch her dance!” Maxie growled eagerly, her face a little red. “Hey dick head! Give me more of that ‘fuel’!” she yanked a bottle of tequila from the cameraman, took a swig before pouring more into a jiggling Brittney’s mouth. It dribbled from her mouth and pooled around her breasts, sliding down her body as she licked her lips.
“Give me some of that!” Shawna cooed, yanking the bottle and taking a drink. Gasped at the burning sensation, before taking another swig and pushing her face back beneath Brittney’s skirt.
“Ooohoooh!!” Brittney wobbled and wiggled erotically. Her basketball breasts bouncing as if an entire basketball team had their hands on them. And with that… lucrative thought. Hiro, furiously red in the face, immediately paused the video. Thought better of it. And closed it completely.
“I don’t like skanky cheerleaders!” he said suddenly a little offended. “And they weren’t skanky… Also they were clearly very drunk in that video.” He blinked at the screen as if expecting the video to still be there, then immediately imagined Brittney’s big fake breasts bouncing and quickly decided to get away from his screen. “Why did you need to show me that?”
“Just to make sure you’re aware of what they’re famous for.” Gogo noted confidently, “They were fawning over ‘Captain Cutie’ pretty hard.”
“Oh come on Gogo.” He replied blushing a little, “They were just being friendly. I did save them from a vat of Piranhas after-“ he then paused, then looked at her unreadable face. She blew a slow pink bubble and POP.
…And that pop functioned like a light bulb turning on over his head.
“…Were you jealous?” she STARED at him. Her unreadable face even more unreadable.
“No.” she said, flatly.
Hiro was unable to hide his big, stupid, goofy grin of pure happiness. “Holy crap, you were!”
“NO!” she repeated firmly, her face unchanging and blowing her bubble of gum.
“Oh man that’s a… relief…” he whimpered as she glared at him. The same glare that briefly turned Mr. Sparkles sane. “…Eep.”
“And WHY? Exactly is it a relief?” she said, dangerously calm.
“...Well… I… uh…” his words died in his mouth as if Gogo’s glare was melting them as they left his lips. “…I thought I’d be the only one.”
“The only one what?”
“That would have to worry about being jealous. It’s kind of a relief.” Gogo’s glare lessened and she stared at him confused, covering her confusion with another bubble of gum. Pop
“What are you talking about?”
“Uh… Gogo. I don’t know if you’ve noticed.” He said, gesturing between them. “But between the two of us, you’re far more likely to find someone better.” Gogo briefly wondered if she should be insulted. But Hiro was often just too forward-thinking to ACTUALLY think about what he said. But then he elaborated.
“On a 1 to 10 scale you are EASILY an 11 and I’m about a 5.” He said raising his hands up and down like a scale. “I know my math.”
Gogo suddenly giggled, her lips twitching. “…Wow really? You’re an idiot.” She said as he shrugged sheepishly.
“There are taller, muscular guys out there Gogo.” He raised a finger then reopened the web browser, showing the well-known porn site, “Ah… there’s one and there’s one and… oh, no. Not those guys. But you get my point.” He said a little proudly. “Plenty of better-looking guys.”
Gogo sighed, looked away and seemed to be thinking. Pop went another bubble. “Okay. Fine. I was… a LITTLE jealous, that a trio of pornstars wanted to jump into my boyfriend’s pants…” seeing the goofy grin on his face she added. “Emphasis of ‘boy’.” She added insultingly. But Hiro was so glad she wasn’t pissed with him he was perfectly fine with that.
“To be fair once I took off my armor they wouldn’t be interested.” He said 'practically', “They liked ‘Captain Cutie’. And I am Hiro.” He grinned that stupid grin and began to take off the rest of his armor, he needed to get it packed back up into Skymax.
‘I wouldn’t bet on it’. Gogo thought inwardly. Hiro might be short, scrawny, and a bit of a idiot despite his teen genius status, but he STILL had a pretty big, or at least above average, dick and he could use it.
“What did you do with your armor?” Hiro asked her as she shot back to reality, blowing another bubble as a cover as it popped.
“I packed it up already.” She said, walking towards him in her tight black undersuit. Then as he went to strip off his undersuit she reached out and took a fistful of it around his chest and dragged him around towards the couch.
“WHOA!!” he was hurled onto it gazing up a little nervous and a little excited. “Uh… Gogo?” he asked hesitantly as she ran her hands over her shapely ‘daikon radish’ thighs. Smirking as his eyes memorized every tight curve of her body.
“Hmmm…” she smirked coolly at him as his suit suddenly became very strained, holding his erection valiantly as he stared at her in reverence. “…I think you owe me an apology Hiro.” She said smugly and his reverent look changed to that of utter confusion.
“I… do? For what?” she leaned forward, her flexible back arching so he could gaze at her raised up hindquarters, perfectly hugged by her tight suit.
“For watching porn.” She said smugly, standing upright again.
Hiro opened his mouth indignantly, and she shoved her crotch in his face. She cooed softly as he instantly melted, his hands slid around to her ass cheeks, squeezing them lovingly as she rolled her head slowly back, letting him rub his cheek against her increasingly dampening crotch. Hiro suddenly didn’t CARE about her reasoning… he had Gogo in his hands and that was more than enough reason for him.
“I love you…” he sighed as her hand rested on his head, rubbing his moppy hair as she suddenly giggled.
“How much?” she said confidently as he gazed up at her and smiled.
“I don’t have a word for it… Everything.” He replied, squeezing her soft ass cheeks in his hands as he utterly devoted himself to her.
She smirked at him as he groped her body, letting him feel her. Rub her, touch her… she was going to soak her suit she was suddenly just so hot. “Prove it.” she said, slowly unzipping it from her neck down. He watched in awe as her breasts pushed her tight suit open and she lowered it all the way to her navel.
“Prove it?” he blinked up at her milky skin confused.
“Prove it.” she repeated, pulling the top half of her suit away, freeing her breasts and arms as she slipped it down her waist, revealing her trimmed pubic hairs and naked body as she removed her shapely legs. “Right now.”
“How?” He said immediately as she sat next to him casually on the couch, completely naked. She lied into the cushions, letting him watch as she caressed her breasts, her stomach, her waist, her fingers slowly playing with her folds as they leaked her apparent arousal.
“Get on your-” she blinked as he got onto the floor, crawling between her spread legs and gazing up at her as she finished a little lamely, “…Knees.” He gazed at her devotedly, completely open to her commands. She compared him to a pet once, she didn’t like it but it was growing on her… like an actual pet. She spread her folds; Hiro imagined steam hissing from her deep, pink tunnel. Gogo was so hot, he always imagined she had a literal fire burning inside her.
“Eat.” She ordered simply, smugly. A tiny, TINY bit of her expected Hiro to falter. Sure, she gave him head but that came with rules and restrictions. Condoms, for one, and ‘Do not cum in my mouth ever or die’ was another. But she realized that Hiro wasn’t stalling, time was just oddly standing still.
Her order and his complaisance were instantaneous. Gogo was an ‘experienced’ but careful girl, she had a few partners, quick, forgettable, most were the same. Head, vaginal, and tiny, tiny bit of anal… before Hiro at any rate. She never had an adventurous lover before.
Well she had one now, and he LOVED her.
“UuwaaahhaaUGHHH!!” she SHUDDERED on the couch, her legs clamping so hard around Hiro’s head in her sudden pleasure he had to pry them off, holding them firmly open with his hands, his adrenaline activating because Gogo in her pleasure through’s almost crushed his head. “Ahh... AHHH!!!” Gogo writhed exotically and beautifully against his tongue… her normally beautiful and calm face contorting almost comically in lust. Her eyes wide, her tongue lolling, her mouth panting.
Porn called it Ahegao. Gogo called it MIND-BLOWING. Hiro called it beautiful.
Whatever you will call it. Gogo LOVED it.
“Ooh my GOD! HIRO! HIRO!!” she covered her mouth, dampening her blissful scream as her eyes rolled. Hiro kept licking, prodding, nibbling her constantly and unendingly, trying to devour every trace of her honey-like arousal, it was a fool’s errand; she just made MORE. “MMPH! mMMM!!!” she smacked hard on the couch cushions as her legs shuddered, her ass clenched, her pussy quivered then her back arched as she came HARD on Hiro’s every probing tongue.
He just didn’t STOP. Gogo inhaled heavily through her nose, trying to regain composure only for Hiro to pin her writhing hips down to get deeper, to taste more. She drooled arousal into his mouth, as if eager to feed him her salty, but pleasant, taste.
But again… Hiro didn’t stop. He loved every. Single. PIECE of Gogo… he would happily do everything she told him to an more. She was his addiction and his utter desire… and her passionate orgasms only made him want to do more…
But the fourth orgasm was enough. She had had a third in relative controlled silence only for the fourth to rip ALL of that control apart, and a scream of bliss from her throat, muffled by her hand. “MMMMRGPH!!!” she pushed a slightly hurt Hiro away and it was only then he realized…
Just how MUCH Gogo enjoyed it…
She crawled away, on the couch. She pushed weakly off Hiro’s chest as she gasped and panted, “Ha… ahh… HOOO!!” she sucked in air, and rolled over… her breasts quivering as her chest rose and fell… somehow… someway… she needed to regain control. He was looking at her concernedly, she needed to be the Bigger Girl and accept that Hiro was stupidly good at Sex. And she needed to make sure ONLY SHE KNEW THAT.
“…Apology… accepted.” She breathed, one arm over her slightly panicked eyes as she suddenly remembered to chew her gum. Quite thankful she didn’t SWALLOW it in the middle of all of that. “…That was good.” She added as he grinned, licking his lips as she glanced at him… suddenly getting a little lady boner.
“Well… alright then…” he said a little awkwardly, she frowned as he STARED at her. She wasn’t even really looking at him, but she was naked so she KNEW he was staring at her… but it was the way he was staring…
“…*sigh*” she sat up, shuddered slightly at the sudden movement and looked at him sternly. “Strip.” She said, as he stared blankly back, but then stood up. Eagerly doing just as told as she stood off the couch, his cock jumping free. She smirked, oddly enough she could almost imagine it saying-
“YAY! GOGO!”
-every time it did that. Her fingers brushed beneath his long length, gently, sultrily, as if tickling but not enough to make him laugh. “Sit.” She said as he sat on the couch, watching her excitedly as his cock wiggled and throbbed.
She leaned forward and shoved her lips against his, piercing into his mouth and shoving her gum inside. “Hold that.” she said as his cock eagerly shivered, knowing what was coming… however what he didn’t expect was almost immediately, she knelt before him. Arms on his thighs, hand wrapped around his cock.
…He wasn’t wearing a condom… what was she-OH GOD!!!
Raw, unprotected, and pure. Gogo’s lips wrapped around his cock and he melted. “MMm… mmm.” She moaned gently, her humming lips sending pleasurable vibrations through his length straight up to his brain but unfortunately they were scrambled and coded… at least according to his brain.
His COCK however knew exactly what was happening and the messages sent boiled down too 'a condom-less blowjob was the greatest thing ever'. Hiro melted into the couch, twitching occasionally as Gogo’s head moved faster and faster. No condom meant direct contact, and since Hiro had only ever experienced Gogo’s head game with a condom on, he was utterly unprepared for the pure blissful pleasure of an unrestrained Gogo.
The last guy to experience that got blacklisted from teaching… He’d still probably say it was worth it… from his homeless tent.
“Mmm-mm-mmmm-mm-SLURP!” she gazed up at him, her eyes sultry and inviting, his cock pulsating in her mouth, on her tongue, in her throat. She took every inch easily. Her head and hands twisting, turning, licking, sucking, stroking…
Hiro was going to die. His balls pulsated and quivered, ready to fire but his melted brain unscrambled the messages and sent an immediate ‘Hold Fire’ order. Blowing a load into Gogo’s mouth was a sure way to LOSE his Little Hiro. Hiro writhed and twitched but Gogo wasn't stopping, gazing up at him as his cock pulled a disappearing and reappearing act from her lips.
“Gogo… you have to stop. You have to STOP!” he whined, desperate for her to do the exact OPPOSITE but knowing better.
She hilted his cock into her mouth, she sucked and slurped his length as her talented throat massaged his planted dick before she slid slowly up his trembling length. Flicking the tip with her extending tongue as she pulled off. His cock throbbed, desperate to hold fire, desperate to cum. His whole body was practically destroying itself with the mixed messages. “Gogo…” he whined, whimpering as she squeezed the base of his shaft.
“…Just this once.” She said firmly. It took him a moment to realize what she was talking about… and he realized it a second after she slid his cock back into her mouth, down her throat. And held herself down, gazing intently at him as her throat massaged him…
…Oh my God…
“FIRE FIRE EVERYTHING!!”
His body declared immediately as every inch of his being realized what she was talking about.
Gogo flinched as Hiro screamed his release, it was POWERFUL and LONG. But she held on strong, her eyes closed as his seed rushed down her clenching throat, she gulped and choked a little but held firm. Her stomach filling with his seed and warming her stomach as she utterly and completely drained her little lover… he had done a good job; it was only fair to give him something special.
His cock softened in her throat, and he moaned incoherently on the couch, practically melting into it as she slowly pulled off his still twitching length. “HAaa!” she gasped and flinched as she tasted a small dollop of his cum on her tongue. She quickly swallowed it…
….She didn’t HATE the taste… but she didn’t like it. Somewhere in the back of her mind a little voice said ‘Progress’.
“…Am I dead? I’m dead now aren’t I?”Hiro breathed blissfully on the couch, she lifted his legs onto it. Before she herself crawled next to him, wrapping her arms around him and rubbing her face into his hair.
“Yep… your dead…” suddenly she burped, turning a little red as he laughed at the sound.
“Want your gum back?”
“…Sure.” Her eyes widened as he kissed her, shoving it into her mouth as he climbed over her, pinning her beneath him and caressing her body. As she cooed into his lips, her hands rubbing him now as she felt his little Hiro against her thigh. “…You're still going to need a condom for that…” she noted as he pulled away, sighing and resting his head on her chest.
“…I forgot to leave some here…” she laughed, rubbing his moppy hair.
“Poor you. No pussy today. Just great head…” she smirked as he sighed, but grinned.
“…I bet those cheerleaders would let me… OW! OOOW!!” she pinched his cheeks, hard. The upper and lower ones. “Ow! Ow! I’m Sorry! OW!!” she let go as the worst possible thing happened.
“Hiro. I detect and injury.”
Hiro sat up on the couch as Baymax began to inflate. Gogo stared horrified up at the ceiling as Hiro’s boner was essentially killed. “I’m fine! Baymax! I just… stubbed my toe!” he said, “1! It’s a 1! Don’t… come over here… buddy, I’m… changing…”
He lifted a leg as Gogo rolled off the couch, grabbing for her suit and desperately trying to put it one. Glaring at Hiro as he was briefly distracted by her jiggling, wiggling body on the floor.
“…Your clothes are over here… Hiro.” Baymax noted politely, waddling in place. “…And here.” He pointed to Hiro’s armor. “And Here…” he pointed to Hiro’s helmet on the desk.
“Yes! Thank you! Baymax!” Hiro noted as Gogo finally slipped her legs into her suit, sliding on one arm, then the other, before arching her back in a reverse bridge, and zipping up. Taking a breath and collapsing.
“Also. I detect a rapid heartbeat.” Baymax Noted as Gogo’s eyes widened in Horror. “A rapid heartbeat is a sign of stress and danger. Are you alright Hiro?”
“I’m sure that’s just a bit of a glitch!” Hiro noted, leaping naked over the couch as he walked up to Baymax. “How about I put some pants on and run a diagnostic on you.”
“Very well Hiro. Also. You have an-“
“Yes. I’m aware Baymax.”
“There is nothing wrong with relieving yourself in private Hiro. Perhaps I can-“
“NO. You can’t help me with it Baymax. Thank you.” He mumbled, wondering WHY Tadashi would let Baymax have ANY reference to that sort of thing. He led Baymax away to retrieve his clothes as Gogo got up. The mood effectively killed as she walked over to the computer to delete the web history. Just to be sure. And began gathering up Hiro’s armor… and found something stuck between the joints of his back
And found a tore piece of paper. It was a little thing, probably garbage but there WAS a hastily scribbled but clearly written note. ‘Maxie’ heart, heart, xoxo and a number. Plus 'call me'.
“…Oh ho… that bitch…” Gogo noted coldly, folding it up and getting her pants, putting it into her pocket. “No Hero’s for you.” She added as Hiro came back into the main room with Baymax.
“Oh… Hey Gogo.” He said, barely containing his ‘surprise’ at seeing her. “I wondered where you were.”
“Yeah. Don’t worry about it.” Gogo noted, making sure the Cheerleader’s number was very deep in her pocket. “Well… I guess there’s nothing much to do tonight. How about we head home?”
“Oh uh… sure.” Hiro noted. As Gogo stared at him and smirked.
“Want to leave so I can change?”
“Oh! Yeah-haha…” he laughed nervously and a little red, turning around and walking away. Completely forgetting that the masquerade was back on.
“Hiro. Your heart rate has increased. And your cheeks are flushed. I do not detect a fever.”
“Thank you! Baymax!” Hiro noted, feeling a little blue-balled right now. Not only did he not get inside the most beautiful woman in San Fransokyo, but his best friend was the cock-block!
“So you must be stressed. Perhaps you can ask Gogo, to give you a sensual massage.” Baymax noted as Hiro coughed. “Or. Perhaps I can do it for you.” He rubbed his hands together as if in prayer, “I can perform a variety of-“
“No thank you Baymax!” he replied sadly.
Eventually Gogo stepped out of the room she used to change, wearing her white shirt, jacket, and tight pants as she casually approached Hiro, blowing a bubble of gum as he watched her. He was outside, just finishing up storing their uniforms into Skymax as he quickly shot off into the air once filled. “So how are you getting back to your apartment?”
“Hmm? I’m not. Aunt Cass’s place is closer.” Hiro blushed and smiled goofily.
“Uh… oh… so… you’re coming with us? We were going to take the buuuus…” he then remembered that it was too late for the bus. “…Huh… letting the guys leave now seems like it was a bad idea…” Gogo spun something on her finger. A key fob, Hiro blinked at it. “What’s that?”
“Spare keys to Wasabi’s car.” She said, turning with a wink over her shoulder as she casually headed towards the garage.
“He gave you spare keys to his car?” Hiro asked surprised as he and Baymax followed. “…Wasabi would never give you keys to his car.” Hiro noted as he got into said Car with Gogo. Baymax slowly deflating beside them before slipping into the back.
“…Well like a lot of things between us Hiro…” she smiled beautifully at him. “Don’t tell.” Hiro smiled back as Baymax blinked his eyes between them.
“…I detect that both of your heart rates have increased.” Both of our heroes went red face. And before anyone but Gogo could notice she promptly put Wasabi’s fresh tires to work, all the way back to Aunt Cass’. Hiro didn't say a thing.
End of Chapter.
You know... I rather like this one. It came out much different than I expected it too, but hey, seat of pants writing hasn't failed me before.
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