Chapter 14 - Sick, Tired, and Homeless

"Keep going! I don't care if my babies are waiting, I need this!" Lying flat on her work table, Mei's tits were out and her ass was getting stuffed full of her boyfriend's cock. Mineta didn't warn when he was going to visit her during a work day, just showing up to her surprise and flaunting his chance to have his way with her, throwing himself into the commotion and frenzy without any care for restraint. Her work could wait, and she was happy to lie there bent over the table while his huge cock rammed its way up her ass, persistent and fierce and plunging her into a state of pure commotion and fever from which she didn't care about pulling herself back out.

"Who needs work when you can get fucked like this?" Mineta asked, groaning his way through the wild joy of riding his stacked inventor girlfriend's ass, clutching to her tightly and making sure every downstroke was a burst of fever and greed, of a desire that had him wanting more. This was all coming together perfectly for him, his hips invested in showing her what they could do to utterly ruin her. Mei was going to have to just take it, the speed of his wicked efforts leaving her howling in surprise, leaving her to tremble and shiver her way through absolute madness under his adoring, burning touch. There wasn't any reason to be gentle with her. She was already his.

Mei just took it all in stride, howling louder under the pressure and the joy of having him drill away at her, her head spinning with incredible haze and with a distinct sense that work was much less important than being right here to enjoy all of this. It was incredible, a burning rush of desire and fever and heat that kept her falling deeper, that made her crave these wicked delights and everything she could get from them. It felt excessive and wicked, but she was ready to completely surrender to this mess. "Keep going. I need it. You're my inspiration. You make me--ah, you make me want to invent so much!" She didn't know why sex got the juices flowing, but Mei held steady onto it, taking on Mineta's maddest thrusts and savouring how wild it all felt, how far down she could sink into pure spectacle and euphoria. She didn't need anything to slow down, didn't want it to stop. Not now.

That was just how good Mineta's cock was. he prided himself on things like Mei needing his dick to feel her most creative, and he threw himself harder into the wildest of passions, demanding fire and fever carrying him into a state of pure fever, ruining her thoughts and leaving her to tremble through pure satisfaction, through a storm that knew no end, and he was happy to let all of it push him. He continued to savour the joy of pounding Mei's ass and sending her into hotter joy, into the kind of wanton, engaged mess she almost never was otherwise. With his hips working magic upon her, Mei was powerless to resist these pressures. No matter how caught up in his work she was, his cock made her snap back into shameless reality again.

Underneath the raw chaos and pressure and the molten satisfaction that she just couldn't escape, Mei came hard, an anal orgasm surging across her thoughts with incredible joy, with an attention too mad and too forceful for her to be able to contain it. "Fill me!" she screamed, eyes going cross, erratic joys washing over her as she let go of everything. She felt ready to lose control, ready to fall apart in a burst of joy and desire and heat, and she didn't care about anything other than the sweet chance to collapse now. The pleasure was unreal, but it only became more intense as Mineta's hips slammed forward in hasty, desperate glee, flooding her guts with cum and sending her into a fit of shrieks and howls, into the kind of pleasure and noise that Mei simply should not have been capable of.

Mineta made sure he wrung every drop out into her ass hole before he finished up. "So good!" he grunted, bucking forward, slamming into her and making sure that he put her to the limit before he drew slowly back. He wanted to be sure that she was all full up when he drew away, but then he dropped to the floor and gave her ass a firm smack. "Good time. I'll see you when you get home and I'll leave you a ball to suck on."

"Sounds good," Mei said, lingering atop the table, shaky and frustrated as she listened to him walk away. She hung in the gooey aftermath and frustration of what had just been done to her, what had run through her body before she was finally sinking down to relax a little bit. It had been a lot. Maybe too much. But oh did it feel good. Sex was always the key to helping Mei find the inspiration and the rush to work. It took up way too much of her time, of course, but as her fingers rubbed at her cum bulged belly, Mei savoured the slow creep of inspiration into her head, the way her thoughts began to shift and the idea of getting to work started to take hold of her. Once Mei's thoughts had momentum, she was off to the races, straightening her top out and pulling her overalls back up, then barging off to get inventing

With her ass hole all loosened up and her insides painted white, Mei had the help she needed and the grounding it took to think about what she had ahead of her. Mei was working on something special, inspired by Komori's aphrodisiac mushrooms and the powerful effect they had. She had other things she wanted to work on, though. Things that could get to the source of what made Mineta's harem horniest: Mineta. She had hopes that she could mess with his quirk in a way that could perhaps make him an even better lover. If she found the right way to make that happen, she was going to be able to make everyone so much happier.

But as she looked back over her plans and her plans and her schematics again, she felt like she was missing something. Post-sex clarity was, she hoped, the key to making sense of all of this. As she looked down at these plans and the science she had all laid out, it was clear that she still wasn't there. It looked right. Mechanically, she knew it would function. But she had big doubts about its effect on Mineta, and if she made a functioning machine that couldn't actually do what it was supposed to do, she'd built a glorified paperweight. Mei needed it to work and she needed it to work the first time, and as she looked down at it, she wondered what she was missing.

Then the clarity kicked in. Not like how she needed it to. Not like she even really wanted it to. But the clarity kicked in regardless. Mei remembered that she had a visitor coming next month, a friend and colleague who was visiting Japan. A friend who also worked on hero tech. A friend who would probably like to meet her boyfriend in the 'right condition'.

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When Melissa graduated from I-Island Academy, she transitioned immediately into a lab role. It was the obvious spot for a girl with top marks in her year as a technician; she went right into research and development. But a few years of doing that, the restlessness of living on I-Island left her feeling caged up. She had spent almost her entire life on the artificial island, a scientific wonderland, sure. But not a normal city. Not a place that gave her a normal upbringing. She wanted to see the world and wanted to visit friends, and Japan was the logical place to visit once she had finished seeing her extended family in America. And in turn. Mei was a great friend to visit in on first.

Deku had put Mei and Melissa into contact. They were both brilliant inventors, after all, and both had created gear for him, which led to some back and forth comments sharing what the other had done so they could avoid stepping on each others' toes. The eccentric Mei had become one of the friends Melissa spoke to the most, which made her all the more eager to see her in the flesh at last. Arriving at her lab in the middle of the day, Melissa was happily given a workshop tour.

"I'm so used to the I-Island labs that I thought an independent workshop wouldn't have this much stuff," Melissa said, awestruck. "And you really pack it in here. Wow! Moving around must take a lot of practice."

"I'm used to it," Mei explained. "I was lucky to get most of this equipment passed down from a tech looking to retire. It was great for getting started." She continued to show Melissa around and act casual, but was happy to finally slip a comment in of, "Oh, by the way! While you're here... I hope it's not too much to ask, I know you're on vacation. But I was wondering if you could help me test out a new invention. Nothing crazy, you don't need to help me work on it. I just need someone else to help me turn it on."

Melissa didn't need to think much about it. After being with her family in America she desperately needed time in a lab, and the idea of helping in any way was what she needed. "I'd love to!" she said. "What is it?" At that moment, something swung into her head from behind, and Melissa quickly collapsed her way down to the floor, unconscious. A floating drone prototype Mei was working on for crowd control purposes had taken it to her hard and sent Melissa collapsing to the floor.

"You'll find out in a second," Mei said, dragging the blonde up and dragging her into her workshop's backroom.

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When consciousness returned to Melissa again, her ankles and wrists held firmly in place by heavy metal clamps. A small backboard helped keep her right as she shook her way into awareness again, confused and groaning out while she tried to make sense of exactly what was happening. "Where am I?" she asked, looking around and not even remembering where she had been a second ago. She tried to pull her arms away, and she noticed now that they weren't just manacles holding her limbs together, but hands. Heavy duty hands gripped tight onto Melissa's extremities, keeping them spread out and keeping her tight in place, perilously unsure how to pull herself out of any of this.

"Who's there?" she shouted, her head still foggy and unsure what was happening. "Let go of me!"

"It's fine, it's just me," called a voice from the shadows, and as Melissa tried to piece out where she recognized it from, her panic didn't actually get any better. Mei stepped out of the darkness with a smirk spread across her face. "You said you'd help me, right? Well, this is my new invention. I merged together every old sex toy I had into the ultimate machine to make a girl lose her mind. It uses biological feedback to determine the best way to touch someone, and even better, it has an orgasm denial mode. That's what I need to test today, so just relax and calm down, and you'll have a blast." She pulled an oxygen mask in from the top and placed it on Melissa's face while the blonde squirmed harder, then turned on a switch.

Melissa's objections were muffled by the mask and ther tube feeding up into a reservoir, and she didn't know what was happening, but she was yelling while a puff of spore-laden mushroom fumes flooded into her lungs. It was Komori's horny mushrooms in gas form, and as it filled her lungs, the sudden burn of arousal started up on her. More robotic hands emerged, starting to pull Melissa's clothes away and expose her stacked body to Mei's greedy gaze as the inventor pulled up a chair to sit back and watch, fully clothed herself and more interested in seeing her machine work than seeing the blonde get tortured.

Muffled shouts continued in panicked earnest. Once they undressed her, the hands yanked her legs apart, and one of them seized a sex toy off of a rack. Part of the machine's modularity was in its ability to seize any toy and smartly know how to use it, and this toy was best off being rammed up into the blonde with a sudden shove into her making her shriek in surprise and making the panic swell hotly, a heat and an ache that she was certain she had absolutely no control against now. The toy filled her up, and with its firm grip on the dildo, the machine took to pumping it into her with the steady roll and flow of a real arm, not just pistoning it back and forth mindlessly.

Nothing about this made sense to Melissa, but as she felt the toy pound away at her, hazy sensitivity began to creep over her. Her initial thought was that she didn't want this, but the sensation caught her a bit more sharply off guard than she was ready for, still not in a state where she wanted this, but as the confusion crept up on her, she couldn't ignore that something was up. She tried to ask Mei what she was doing to her, but the oxygen mask muffled it; it sounded echoey and incomprehensible even to Melissa, who knew what the words were supposed to be, let alone Mei across the room.

"Just accept it," Mei said. "You're helping science right now. Just let it do what it wants to you, you'll feel amazing."

Having a toy pumped up into her certainly felt like something. Melissa squirmed and struggled against a growing spectacle of bizarre panic and weirdness, but the exhausting sweep of pleasure that came with this was a lot more than she felt ready to face. She felt silenced, and the way Mei relaxed back and just let this happen wore at her patience, made her feel deeply concerned about what was going on and how desperately something very off about this mess was taking her. She needed stability and control, and what she received instead was brutality. She tried to close her legs, but the grip was unyielding in its tightness, clenched firmly onto her ankles and onto her thighs to keep her vulnerable and powerless, to keep her ready to be punished ever harder. This was absolutely not something she could do a damn thing about.

And the more she got fucked, the more that the intense pressure of this treatment made her struggle. She felt powerless to deal with all these feelings, the blunt and brutal spectacle of pleasures wearing her down fully, making her feel so many pleasures and spectacular thrills at once. she didn't want to, but the choice wasn't really hers in the throes of all this attention and heat, a meaning brutal and relentless and building up with senseless commotion and fever. She could do nothing but take it, held stationary off of the ground and put through the hottest and weirdest of thrills, through a persistent rush of confusion and worry that she felt like she had no choice but to take head-on.

Pressure built hotter inside her now, persistent chaos and wickedness that dragged her down lower. She felt like she was going to lose control, struggling not to cum and deeply fearful of what would happen if she did while knowing she had zero ground to fight these feelings off. They were taking a toll on her, a weariness-inducing burst of confusion and chaos and panic that ripped up through her and provided her with a shaky surprise when just before she came, the toy simply pulled out of her entirely.

"Why?" Melissa tried to yell, embarrassed by the fact that she was looking forward to that, a trembling weirdness to consider that left her cheeks bright. This was a lot. Maybe too much. Her head spun through the guilt of that, and as she hung in that moment of weakness, hands descended upon her ample breasts, groping and kneading at her curves without shame. There wasn't any shame behind these touches. The machine knew no shame. All of it did was fondle her and wear her defenses down harder. Another puff of mushroom spores was fed into her lungs as she struggled, losing sight of how this was happening and how she was even supposed to feel about it.

Fingers shoved up into her pussy this time. No toy. Just vibrating digits that began to pump into her much more intimately this time. Confusion abounded, and Melissa felt like she had no clear direction or idea of what was happening, she was just getting pushed into, taken into weirder places and struggling to even begin comprehending how it was all adding up. It was too much. All of it combined into such a hazy mess of excess and panic that she had to endure without any control over the situation that slipped further away from her, and she could feel herself struggling with that growing panic, with the weirdness she didn't feel like she could fully handle.

But they kept coming. They kept happening with little hesitation, prodding and pumping, a motor inside of the hands keeping the fingers buzzing away at her while they fucked her. Mei's body jerked a little bit, struggling in the confines of this tight hold. Being stuck in this mess left her confused and panicked, but she remained powerless to do a damn thing about it, her struggles growing madder and weirder by the second. All while Mei watched, looming and unfeeling and absolutely unrepentant in the way she soaked in the sight of it all.

Mushroom vapors continued to fill her lungs, and they fed a slow-burning madness into Melissa, one that she had zero power to resist amid the growing confusion that this offered her. Mei held back on making her too horny too fast, easing her down with a steady induction paced to maximize the pressure behind these mad sensations. It was all about working her over to a state of beautiful ruin and chaos, to something that didn't need any rush or chaos. It could all come together slowly, perfectly, burning a hole in her while the machine worked its magic. The fingers didn't let her cum either, pulling back when the sensors told the machine that Melissa was about to cum, and they instead left her hanging in stasis.

That was the pattern. Mei wanted to test her machine on a victim who would have to endure constant, senseless orgasm denial so that she could find out just how good her biometric sensors were at determining when someone was ripe. It was important to head off the pleasure before it came, before the point of no return could leave the mere act of feeling good to set Melissa off. Mei watched her carefully, avoiding interference at all so that the test could remain pure, but she was deeply interested in every result and in knowing that this was playing out precisely as she needed it to. Any deviant from that was cause for deep concern, and she would not have it.

The machine cycled through dildos and vibrators, repeatedly pushing Melissa's body to a state it did not want to be in, struggling harder under the weight of a passion that didn't feel sensible. To be denied orgasm on a long scale was absolutely not something that Melissa was ready for, inexperience only worsening the feelings that demanded she break down, and as she struggled through all of this, she was still being fed mushroom dust, steady doses of the stuff wearing her down harder, forcing her to have to consider the idea that she was powerless against this confusion. Confusion pulsed with exhausting fever through a body thoroughly unprepared to deal with this, and the steady plunge through confusion continued to make her head spin.

Time ceased to exist in a way that Melissa's thoughts could comprehend. All she knew was that her pussy was sore, her ass was lose, her tits had red marks from where groping 'hands' had been too rough with her. There was no slowing down and no mercy that she was finding, but as her pussy dripped onto the floor and she struggled through the worsening confusion and haze, all that Melissa wanted was to finally be allowed to cum.

Her screams and pleas through the mask were finally loud enough for Mei to take notice. Mei knew how long it had been. Well past the two hour mark now. She didn't think Melissa would have even lasted this long, but she was sure this was the breaking point. She pulled the mask off of Melissa, ready to ask what she wanted, only for Melissa's voice to be screaming at the top of her lungs, "Please, let me cum! I'm sorry for whatever I did! I don't know why you hate me, but I'll do anything to make it right if you stop this. Let me cum! I need it so badly!" Melissa could barely keep herself together the struggles growing weirder and messier by the second, every bizarre sweep across her body feeling weirder and devoid of control or stability. She had fallen too far, and she struggled to make even a little sense now of the burning pressures that this imposed upon her.

It was what Mei needed to hear. "You're ready!" she said, pulling back excitedly. "Come on in! She's broken!"

The door swung open and the lights all came on brightly, so bright they blinded Melissa and left her unable to see who the figure moving toward her was. When finally her eyes adjusted, she was greeted with Minoru Mineta standing before her with a giant cock and a giant smirk, and before she could react to any of it, hands were stuffing mushrooms into her mouth, forcing them into her throat as a final, dramatic plunge over the top. Melissa's body had only received a dose from the aerosolized version, which prepped her body to make actual consumption so maddening that she tried to kick and scream not out of objection to Mineta's presence, but because she briefly felt like she was going to cum from the mere brush of air against her mound.

"Let me help you wash that down," Mineta said. The machine pushed Melissa down to her knees and forced her to bend forward from there, yanking on her hair to tilt her head back and leave her perfectly lined up for Mineta's cock, which proceeded to shamelessly ram its way right down into her throat.

There was no warning for nay of the panic or the attention that that brought on with it, just a raw and senseless push of heat that forced the nervous blonde to gag her way through suddenly receiving the big dick pounding its way into her throat, no sense or control or restraint sparing her now.

And yet, as the thick cock sank its way into her throat, it felt amazing. Her body shook with wild fever and excitement, with a confused shock. She had never had sex before, but she understood the underlying mechanics of sex, and having a penis in her mouth was not supposed to make her body feel so good. It was deranged, and she wondered if something was outright wrong with her as she struggled through these weird pressures, through sensations that she was delirious in the face of, wondering how to contain it and wondering if she was supposed to be feeling like this. None of it made a lot of sense to Melissa, and she felt like she was trapped in a bizarre position here.

"I've never fucked a western girl before," Mineta muttered, smirking his way through gripping her hair and pounding mercilessly into her throat. Mei said he should be rough with her for the sake of the test, so he decided to barrel on with merciless joy through a pleasure that had everything coming together hotter and weirder by the second. He was out to indulge, out to senselessly, brutally fuck her to the limit of what she could take, and as his heavy nuts smacked against her chin, all that Mineta wanted was to see how far he could take Melissa. Another hot girl, another addition to his harem if things went well. It was far too good for him to resist now.

The inexperienced throat spasmed around the oversized cock. Melissa was out of her element, but so drunkenly, deeply lost to the weird panic and the pressure of this treatment that she didn't have a prayer of pulling herself out of this. The hold on her body kept her completely unable to fight against these feelings and these worrisome panics, but as she received his thrusts, she wasn't exactly against it. Something powerful was taking her, a weird haze of delight and wickedness that she was letting rule her harder, letting take her into weirder places. As bizarre as this was, for every reason that Melissa shouldn't have let this happen, she was falling apart, compeltely lost to the submissive flare of a passion she had no power against now.

Senseless, building desire filled her. Melissa didn't have much to do and no way to think about this, but she found herself hopelessly engaged in this, fascinated by the pleasure and the desire and a crushing heat that forced her to learn the hard way how mad it felt to fall down into these depths. She was powerless here, wishing for stability and control while sliding into deeper confusion, into panics that had her completely unable to think straight. So much was happening and too much of it was taking her to a downright deranged place now. She wasn't strong enough to grasp these pressures, but she understood them to be the only way forward, quivering chaos and ruin forcing her progressively deeper still.

Drool ran down her chin, and the weird, panicked pressure that this should have induced within her was instead replaced with warmth. Senseless, hazy warmth, a satisfaction that Melissa didn't understand, but as she slurped loudly on the fat cock her mouth kept taking, all that she could think about was satisfaction, was the burning delight of giving in to such bold and dramatic passions, and each passing second, she wanted it all a little bit more. No hesitation, no restraint. Just joy. Just the fire and the delight of a pleasure she had no idea how to contain, sending her into deeper want and spiraling through chaos. She couldn't wrap her head around all of it, but she wanted it so badly, craving pleasures and deliriums, needing to slide into whatever weird and mad thrill she could get.

"Your throat feels so good. I can tell I'm breaking it in. You're so good to me, Mei!" Grunting his way through hotter, harder excitement, Mineta was all too happy to ride these pleasures out harder, pursuing the weird passion and the joy that it could bring. He had so many willing faces to fuck, so many broken-in throats that he could enjoy, but sometimes the best pleasure really was making some new girl struggle and choke on his shaft. Melissa was so deep out of her element but so hopped up on aphrodisiac mushrooms, creating a bizarre clash, a middle ground between what she wanted and what she could handle, and he was eager to take advantage of all of it, to plunge her into deeper terror and confusion now.

Melissa's pussy dripped harder now, drooling as much as her mouth did, and these growing spectacles became simply too much for her to take. She wasn't getting touched, but it didn't matter; she felt incredible, felt the bizarre sweeps of wanton heat pushing her into weirder places. It was all too much to grasp, and she could feel herself struggling deeper, feel a mad pulse of worry keeping her stuck. She didn't know what was happening, but it was taking a dramatic toll on her body, one that forced her deeper down, one that made her struggle to contain herself.

But it felt good! Her eyes went across and she accepted a weird rush of pleasures and commotions too fierce to want to take. She felt good. She felt better than good. Everything swelling through her brought on the wildest and maddest of passions, and she simply wanted to collapse under the weight of it all. Melissa had zero control over her mad downturn into frustration, into a confusion forcing her to struggle and squirm through this wanton excess, and she couldn't handle it any more. She was ready to break down completely, and Mineta was ready to deliver to her the most embarrassing conceivable way to fall apart at the seams.

With a grunt and a slam forward, Mineta erupted down Melissa's throat. He gripped her hair tight, her glasses askew on her face as he smooshed her face in tight against his lap and erupted with hot spurts of spunk directly down her gullet, making her tremble and shiver with surprise when her body gave up to orgasmic fever. She came hard, trembling her way through the wildest of worries, through molten passion and a weirdness she had no power over. It felt amazing, her pussy squeezing down on nothing and trembling bliss carrying her into ruin as she let go of all sense and found herself loving every second of this relief and this release. She needed it, shaking under the weight of relentless desire and a bliss she couldn't wrap her head around a moment longer, and she broke down completely. Her eyes went cross and the relief she craved came in the weirdest way granting her a pleasure that only made more insane what was happening to her.

Mineta pulled back, still firing a few more ropes of jizz, splattering across her gorgeous face and her glasses. "That was great!" he groaned. "How'd it feel?"

All Melissa could answer with was confused babbling. She stared up at Mineta, struggling to deal with how full her belly let and how shaky her legs were. She wasn't able to move much still, hunched over in embarrassment and struggling under the utter strangeness of this fascinated mess. She was powerless here, but she felt like she was in a state of clumsy delirium so fierce that her only choice was to follow this mess down deeper.

And follow she did. Mineta shouted, "Piledriver!" and the machine arms all yanked Melissa around, spinning her into a position on her shoulders with her legs held high in the air. "What is this?' she asked. Inexperienced in normal sexual avenues and even less equipped to face the utter strangeness of something like this, Melissa had no idea how to prepare herself for the sensation of Mineta climbing her, his big dick dragging along her sin as he waddled up to a position atop her. Nothing she had ever experienced could have made her ready for this, but with a good, firm slam down, Mineta took charge and filled Melissa like she had never been filled before.

Mei had intentionally not let any of the dildos she loaded onto the rack be too big; she wanted pure cock shock to overcome Melissa when Mineta finally popped her cherry, and the noise she made as he crammed every inch he could fit into her was utterly inhuman. Nothing had ever felt like this, and Melissa was not prepared to deal with the burning pressures and passions now sweeping across her body, sensations thunderous and passionate and sending her spiraling into a haze she had no way to pull herself out from. This was too much, and its excess was something that she felt she had no control over, just falling into stumbling passion, into burning delights she had zero ability to contain.

Slamming down gleefully into the snug hole he took to using, Mineta felt reckless and unchained in his brutal commotion and the spectacle he offered. It felt amazing, excess carrying him into deeper spectacle and into a commotion that had him craving more. He didn't want it to stop, all these mad and brutal pleasures making him feel better by the second about pushing her as far as she could go. "Mei just wants you to feel good," Mineta explained. "She set this up to help you feel good."

"A-and I do feel good!" Melissa shouted. She had zero idea how to handle these clumsy slides into deeper worry, but she was happy to be so powerless. It was everything she wanted, all building up, wrapping around her thoughts and forcing her to feel the most baffling and visceral of passions, to fall into worsening ecstasy and excitement. Mineta's every thrust drove her mad with need, and the lust it offered was coming on too fiercely for her to contain. "I feel so good. Keep fucking me!" She was stuck staring up at the ceiling and at the goblin's ass while he hammered shamelessly into her. She didn't understand this one bit, but the burning, wanton sensations came on with such ferocity that it didn't matter. She was happily falling victim to a chaos she held no means of fighting, an incontrollable thrill that drove her over the line and into depths of pleasure that she was happy to be a slave to now.

That good feeling drove Melissa into a state of frenzy much too mad for her to wrap her thoughts around now. It was too much. All of it kept burning her through to her core, and the hazy delirium pushed all limits of sense away, demanded that she succumb with deeper, sinking spectacle into the passion. As Mineta used her through and through, the pleasure kept building, and she felt happier to surrender to all of it now, to give up fully to anything she could take. The pleasure made her burn hotter, dizzy and hungry and throwing herself into pleasures she needed more. There wasn't any reason to hold back, and there felt like no way to contain herself. Melissa was on a crash course into chaos and bliss, and she just didn't care about holding it together a moment longer.

Every mad stroke down into her pussy made Melissa feel the burn. She craved it, noises spilling from her lips with intoxicated fever, struggling harder to handle the weird passion it offered her and the desire that she couldn't get enough of. After so long needing to be fucked, the sensation of having a real, hard, fleshy cock inside of her was everything she needed, her head spinning and the mad, brutal chaos that came with it. There wasn't any reason to be calm about these over the top feelings, about sensations as bizarre and as forceful as could be. She just wanted to give in to them, to be ruled by all of their weird and hazy pressures, embracing pleasure as fierce and as wanton as it could come.

"Your pussy is mine now," Mineta bragged, and as he slammed so relentlessly into it, she believed it. Melissa felt pliable and hopeless, dizzily sinking into weirder delights and into a sensation of pleasure she had absolutely zero control over. No restraint, no calm, just the mad satisfaction of whatever she could get, stumbling through the wicked ecstasy and the desire of something that wasn't getting any simpler. She craved it, moaning hotter through the exploration of these desires, struggling to keep herself from cumming her brains out right there after what her body had been through. This was too much, and the burning, outrageous confusion that came with it forced Melissa to struggle her way through things she didn't understand, every ache of desire and heat simply burning her up completely.

Mineta didn't hold back on his push to lose himself inside her ass. He wanted to push Melissa as far as he could and wanted to see how deep into madness this could all go, with his hips determined and chaotic, with his head spinning harder. This was too much, and its excess had him ready to go all out, to drill down into Melissa and send her crashing over the edge of an orgasm. One that was a little more deserved, a little more 'sensible'. An orgasm that she wouldn't feel ashamed of as it ripped through her and she howled in hazy ecstasy. Cum erupted into her pussy, an unprotected load that made her feel so many complicated feelings at once, but all of them added up to be less than the sum of their parts, to be simplistic. To be easy.

To feel good.

Crushing ecstasy ravaged the poor mess of a girl who found herself struggling to make even some sense of this, and she was unable to process how good it was to simply break. Melissa had no mental stability left, and the ravenous, reckless joy of giving up so steeply forced her to feel like she was just gone. To collapse and shudder and unravel without a shred of calm or focus to it. It was incredible. It didn't need to be anything else. Melissa was lost, swamped, dizzy and whimpering and hopeless as she asked, "Can you fuck me again?'

Mineta knew he had her. He jumped up off of her and called, "Lift her up!" The robot once again yanked her into position, this time one where she was rocked back, legs still held up, her body poised in such a way that, when Mineta grabbed hold of her round hips, it seemed like he was effortlessly lifting her. "You're in for it now."

"In for what?" Melissa asked, and she couldn't have possibly fathomed what was about to come crashing down upon her. Not until the machine was pushing her down ass-first onto Mineta's cock. She went with great struggle and panic, the preparation her ass received leaving her utterly unprepared for the madness and the sensation of being so thoroughly taken. Mineta's cock proved unstoppable as it shoved its way up her ass, and nothing could have prepared her for this mess or spared her from the madness and confusion of so abruptly being pushed to the limit. There was only ruin now.

Mineta didn't do a lot of thrusting; Mei's machine instead fucked her down onto his cock, treating her body like the sex toy now while these relentless indulges continued. She couldn't believe that she could even take his dick up her ass; it was too big and too fierce, her head struggling through spinning confusion and through a haze that kept her falling, kept her wishing he was prepared to handle any of this while also feeling like she didn't have any good way to contain any of it. It was too much, bringing her into weirder thrills and into the kind of pleasure that she held no power against. This was too much. All of it built up stranger, weirder, bringing her into a worsening place of pure chaos all at once, and she was stuck trying her best to deal with any of it now.

Every noise she made was a clumsy and bizarre mess, fumbling panic overlaid and driving her into a progressively weirder state of confusion. Melissa had no idea what to do but babble and heave and tremble as she got fucked senseless, as burning passions drove her into a weirder state and she just owned up to the unraveling bliss of losing control. It made no sense to her now, but it didn't have to; she was invested only in sinking deeper, in breaking apart completely and savouring the hopeless, clumsy rush of confusion it offered. She wanted it, and she felt like she could barely put two words together to form a coherent thought in her head, simply taking this on.

She almost forgot about the machine, forgot about Mei, forgot about how she was being drugged. Even as another mushroom was stuffed into her mouth to make sure she maintained a high dosage. She scarfed it down, drunkenly panicked and baffled but just doing whatever she was told. Her body felt so hot, so warm, and she remained committed, fascinated, giving up to all these pleasures and surrendering hotter, struggling to comprehend things that continued to wear her down. This was too much, but sensory overload had never been this good. Every stroke and push and pressure had her in a position where she was just lost to these pressures. There wasn't anything she could do but give up to it, a plunge into panic and spectacle that just wasn't quitting.

Mineta, for his part, gave a bit of pumping forward, adding to the chaos but mostly letting the machine do it. Not for lack of energy of course; Mineta could go all night if he wanted to. There was so much to enjoy here, and he found it all so simple, so persistent. The pleasure kept him moving, and the growing commotion of pure insanity held him tight. "Feel good?" he asked. "Feel good having me stuffed up your big ass?" His hands let go of hips and began to feel her up all over. "I want these. All of them. This hot American body hooked on my dick."

"It's yours! It's yours, it's all yours, please don't stop!" Melissa could almost feel her brain melting as she collapsed under the weight of all of this. It made no sense to her. She was powerless, struggling harder, wishing for focus and for even the faintest shred of control now. She was stuck in a position too mad to make any sense of, and it all continued to ruin her. She didn't care about restraint, didn't care about containing this erratic fever. All that Melissa wanted was to get fucked, blitzed on aphrodisiacs she wasn't even fully cognizant anymore were aphrodisiacs. She just kept eating whatever was pretended to her and backsliding further into a confused plunge that she had no control over.

Mineta had no intention of stopping, to an extent she wasn't even yet aware of as the pressure built and he continued to lavish her body in too much praise for her to take. There was simply no good way for her to deal with this all, and that was all how Mineta wanted it. He was in control, the raw dominance and pressure of this moment feeling madder by the second, forcing her to have to struggle and shudder and ache in the confusion of pleasures she had zero grasp of. There was only pleasure, only the bizarre passion and delirium of something she couldn't manage, until she was simply breaking down in erratic desperation and collapsing under the weight of an ecstasy she had no control over.

When he was ready to pump her full of cum, Mineta didn't even warn her. He just let loose the gut-flooding mess of cum that he showed all of his girls, one that flooded into Melissa's stomach as it gushed through her system backwards. She screamed in raw shock as she felt it, the bizarre, squirming thrills unlike anything she'd taken before, and she didn't have any good way to grasp the horrible joys and confusions that it offered her, she simply knew she was doomed to have to give up to it. Her body trembled through yet another grandiose rush of weirdness, and another orgasm. This one was almost as guilty as the one she got from sucking cock. Her body shook as anal pleasures drove her into heaving oblivion, and Melissa didn't care about anything now other than how low she felt, how hopeless and dizzy and baffled she had become, and all of it was simply too incredible to be able to contain.

Melissa's belly was bloated with cum, and she let out confused, hazy noises, exhaustion beginning to set in and panic leaving her worn down fully. She was powerless to deal with this all, and as she wavered there, she whined, "Is that all?"

All Melissa got in response was a snort, and a yank around in the robotic hands to pull her spread eagle, and Mineta climbing up her thigh, ready to go again.

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There was a battered old cot in the back of the shop. It was meant for nights that ran too long, but it was more likely to end up with Mei getting railed all night by Mineta. That morning, though, it was Melissa who woke up after getting railed, staring up at the ceiling still covered in dried cum from the night before. Mineta had fucked her until she passed out then simply left to go home and fuck his other girlfriends, leaving Mei to come back first thing in the morning to check up on her. "You awake?" she asked as she came in with fresh coffee and buns. Breakfast.

Melissa took a second to respond, remaining in the weird, clumsy shame and stasis of just trying to take this in. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah, I'm awake."

"Brought you breakfast," Mei said, placing one of the bags of sweet buns beside Melissa, and setting her coffee down onto the small table beside the bed. "An apology! For what I did to you yesterday. I know it was pretty extreme, but I think you had fun. How was it?"

It took another second for Melissa to gather herself, but she couldn't shy away from the truth. "I think I need to stay in Japan indefinitely," she said. "I think I want to... I want to stay. I want to put down roots. I don't know if your shop needs an extra hand, but--"

"Great!" Mei said, throwing her arms around Melissa and hugging the cum-stained mess. "I have an invention I wanted your help with! It's to make Minta even better in bed." She pulled the schematics up and rolled them out, showing them off. It was a modification of the Quirk Amplification Device tailored to Mineta's needs. "I need you to help me on this. You're the only one I trust, and now that you know how amazing his dick already is, I think you know just as well as I do how amazing this could be!"

Melissa was startled by the plans, adjusting her glasses and quickly skimming what she had. It was all theoretical, but it looked like it added up. "Wow, that's--that's a lot of work. You really thought about this. Hm, think I have to say yes. I want to be one of Mineta's girlfriends now, and I want to help him become even better." She sat herself up and grabbed the coffee, all but pouring it directly down her throat. It was needed, and she let out a deep, relieved sigh. "Let's work together. I think we can make something amazing if we both put our best into it."

"Great! I'm so glad you think so, I--" A blunt impact to the back of the head sent Mei suddenly stumbling to the ground, dropping her sweet buns onto the floor.

Melissa smirked, looking at the same drone that had knocked her out the day before. Mei had left the remote in the lab and Melissa had no trouble figuring out its control.

When Mei awoke, she was trapped in the same pleasure device, molested on the same settings and howling for mercy while Melissa leaned over the table and all the schematics, working on making corrections and little edits she thought would help stabilize the project. "I can't wait to work together," Melissa said to herself over the howls from Mei behind her.