In which Chi-Chi, after the Cell Games, tries to f
"Now that your idiot father is dead... *again*," Chi-Chi began, laying on her back, exposing herself fully, the only thing protecting her naughty bits from the open air (and from plain sight) being a thin white lace getup one might be able to call lingerie, and even that was being *overly* generous based on how little it left to the imagination. Even with the 'covering', everything from how hard her nipples were to how wet her pussy was was visible, the latter element even already leaving a wet spot on the bed beneath her. "... you're going to have to take his place."
Gohan, hands covering his crotch (despite still being in his boxers), gulped, trying his best to avert his gaze from his admittedly very sexy mother. "M-mom, I really don't think I'm ready for this..." If he was wearing a shirt with a collar, he'd tug at it. "I'm, you know, waaay younger than you, and, well, I'm your *son*..."
"And you're your father's son too, Gohan," Chi-Chi stated firmly, "which means you definitely inherited that amazing Saiyan super-cock of his." She snapped her fingers, in a (successful) bid to get her son to focus his gaze on her. "Now," she continued, sliding her soaking-wet thong aside to reveal the half-centimeter of her pussy that wasn't already visible, "you're going to fuck a baby into me with it. Understand?"
"W-why do you even want that?"
"You to fuck me, or you to get me pregnant?"
"*Either*!"
"Like I said Gohan, I need somebody to fill your father's spot in this household (and my pussy), and if you're busy doing that (and doing me), you won't be able to focus on your studies and become a successful doctor! And without that, how am I supposed to brag about my son's success to everyone?!"
"And so your solution is to just have another son?!"
"Yep!" She sat up, drawing closer to her son. "Don't worry, Mommy's gonna make sure everything works out juuust fine! All you have to do is breed me, sweetie."
"I'm not worried about the logistics of it, my concern is more that you're my mom and I'm--"
Chi-Chi's expression grew cold and focused. "I wasn't asking for your opinion, dear." In a single swift motion, she'd gripped the waistband of Gohan's boxers on both sides, and pulled with a strength that far exceeded what one would expect from a woman of her size and build. The undergarment was rent in two, both halves thrown callously to the floor. They wouldn't be needing them anymore, after all.
The boxers out of the way, the entirety of Gohan's cock was out for his mother to see-- and she liked what she saw. "Oh my God." She brought one hand to cover her mouth, and reached out for the slab of flaccid (but quickly hardening) boymeat that waited in front of her. "It's... It's even bigger than your father's, holy shit."
Gohan was blushing, cupping his face in his hands. He realized nothing he did could stop her, so he had resigned to let her do what she wanted until it was out of her system.
Chi-Chi bit her lip, moving her spare hand from her mouth to the space between her legs. Without hesitation, she started to toy with herself, all the while inspecting the beautiful monster of a cock that sat before her. The first quality she noted about it, other than its size, was how warm it felt. She could practically feel the sexual heat radiating off of her son's dick. And the smell, fuck, it was a strong, manly musk. And the *weight* of it! Shit, the idea of something this big and powerful brutalizing her cunt almost made her cum right then and there.
Beneath the seven inches or so of thick, veiny semi-erect half-Saiyan cock sat a pair of proportionately massive nuts, by Chi-Chi's estimation at least two and a half times the size of an average adult man's. Moving her hand down the nearly erect length of Gohan's dick to get a better sense of what she was dealing with in the cum production department, Chi-Chi audibly gasped as she began playing with his balls. They felt even heavier than his cock, and she'd swear she could feel the cum churning inside them.
She needed that cum inside her right *now*. In the craze of her cocklust, she didn't even really care which hole it went in.
She spit in her hand, and started using it to massage his shaft to full mast. He let out a cute moan at this, but she was too focused to notice. Leaving and self control at the door, Chi-Chi started to kiss, lick, and suck on every surface she could along Gohan's gonads, worshiping his balls and kissing them in a way no mother should ever kiss any part of their own son. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was making love to his ballsack with her mouth.
"A-ah, Mom, holy f... hnnng..." Gohan almost came instantly, and the fact that he didn't was honestly quite impressive. He was really a trooper, all things considered. He'd never even held hands with a woman before, and now, here he was, getting his nuts slobbered on by a hot, cumlust-frenzied milf. The only problem was that she happened to be his mother, which is likely the thing that kept him from giving in entirely to the pleasure. Even as she started to hollow out her cheeks while sucking on one nut particularly hard, taking the entire testicle into her mouth and massaging it with her tongue, while his mouth fell agape and his own tongue rolled out, he did everything he could to keep his wits about him. "F-fu-fuck, oh my god."
Feeling his entire cock had grown hard, at least nine inches of vascular, steamy dick standing firm in her hand, Chi-Chi grew excited. Though the taste of his sweaty, musky nuts was addicting as fuck, she was sure that his actual manhood would be even tastier. "Okay, sweetie, Mommy's going to start sucking your big cock now, okay?" She moaned the question in a breathy, but comforting tone, still bothering to keep up the facade of being a good mother in spite of the current situation (or perhaps she just thought that she was doing what any good mother would do? Chi-Chi does tend to think she's always in the right, after all...). She pulled her mouth off of his sack, a string of bubbly spit keeping them connected and a few stray pubes (some of the only ones Gohan had managed to grow by then) sticking to her mouth as evidence of the deed.
Gohan, practically hyperventilating from how good the ball-bath felt, was barely able to register what she'd said. "Wh-what?"
*Aww*, Chi-Chi thought to herself, *he's so cute!* Apparently, she'd mistaken his current state as simple nerves, or perhaps eagerness to continue. So, she sat up for a second and, to Gohan's immense shock, planted a long, tongue-filled, slobbery kiss on him.
He'd... Gohan had never even *seen* her kiss dad before, but here she was, kissing him as deep as he'd seen those women in Master Roshi's magazines kissing each other! And she was *moaning*, and her arms were around him, hands firmly grabbing palmfuls of his muscular-yet-soft butt! There they were, mother and son, kissing like a pair of horny newlyweds!
Something about that realization seemed to cause a shift in Gohan's demeanor, but the effects of said shift wouldn't become apparent until after Chi-Chi let go of the kiss about a minute later. Until then, however, she lovingly, lustily wrestled her tongue with his, engaging in a game of tonsil hockey that left them both out of breath, the lower halves of both their faces now covered in mixed spittle, the young lad now thoroughly familiar with the taste of his mom's mouth (though it was actually more the taste of his own nut-sweat than anything...). And, just as when she'd separated her lips from his balls not too long prior, a thick string of saliva kept their mouths connected.
Once he'd had a chance to catch his breath, the change that had taken place within Gohan took hold in full. Before Chi-Chi knew what was going on, Gohan was standing on the bed, his cock level with her face, and one of his hands gripping the hair at the back of her head. "Gohan? Sweetie, what are you-- Glrkh!"
He pulled her down on his cock in the blink of an eye, only stopping when she gagged on it at the halfway point, unable to take any more of his rod on the first go. Not a problem. He took his free hand and used it to further secure the grip he had on her head, and pulled her off his cock by her hair... nearly, stopping just as he felt her lips against the underside of his glans.
Chi-Chi was dazed. What just happened? Why was Gohan suddenly being so *forceful*? Was this those Saiyan instincts kicking in, or was it something else?
In the end, it didn't really matter, as Chi-Chi was then impaled orally on a forearm-size dick once again, only reaching marginally further down the length than the first time. So, Gohan tried again, ignoring his mother's hacking and gagging and gurgling. And he kept trying, over and over again, with slightly improved results each time. And even as Chi-Chi's eyes went bloodshot and her throat began to bruise, she was loving every second of it. She never realized her 'little boy' was such a fucking *man*, and she couldn't help but start to finger herself feverishly as Gohan made his twentieth attempt at forcing his own mother to deepthroat him.
Eventually, on attempt forty or forty-one, Chi-Chi felt her lips slam hard into Gohan's pelvis. He held her there for a second, allowing her to struggle against the monster shaft obstructing her throat. He didn't say a word as his beloved mom choked and floundered for air out of reflex, only holding her in place with his immense strength. Fifty seconds or so passed, and Chi-Chi had nearly blacked out (though she hadn't stopped playing with herself the entire time), when Gohan suddenly allowed her to come up for air. She did quickly and loudly, gasping as she inhaled a lungful of fresh oxygen. She looked up at him with bloodshot, teary eyes, and he looked down at her with what looked like absolute disdain. The same look he'd had when fighting Cell.
God, she was so fucking turned on.
He gripped her hair tight again and started pumping her onto his cock once more, this time far more quickly, with short, hard strokes that he matched with a pump of his hips each time. When he got into a good rhythm, it became clear that he was no longer making her blow him. No, this was a simple, brutal *facefucking*. Spit and mucus and precum pooled on the bed beneath them and flowed down Chi-Chi's chin, neck, and chest, finally reaching and staining her nightie, all while Chi-Chi herself let out repetitive, sickening retching sounds each time her son bottomed out in her throat.
Chi-Chi was about to cum, driven to orgasm by the depravity of the situation and her own self-stimulation. She groaned hard against Gohan's cock as it continued to pump in and out of her windpipe, the boy not acknowledging her evident orgasm in the slightest. She writhed in place and ground her cunt into her hand, which now had three fingers knuckle deep inside. Her girlcum sputtered out against her skin and the bedsheets, indistinguishable from the massive stains already present from their ongoing debauchery. If her eyes weren't already rolling back from how hard she was getting her throat swabbed, they would be from the strength of her orgasm.
And to think, it was only her first time cumming that night.
Another five minutes or so passed, and by now, Chi-Chi wasn't really moving. She'd cum so hard and had so little air, she kind of just went limp after a while. She was still conscious, sure, but there really wasn't anything left for her to do at present aside from let her big, strong son use her throat like the onahole it was. Besides, he was so good at it! The way he smashed her face into his midsection, the momentum making his huge nuts swing forward and smack her under the chin, the feeling of his cock gliding back the other direction as he pulled her back up. It was intoxicating. Gohan, meanwhile, was getting a bit *bored* of just fucking her face, no matter how tight her throat was. He wanted to move on. So, exerting incredible control of his musculature, he flexed his taint in such a way as to stimulate his testicles and, in turn, force himself to an orgasm.
He didn't scream, or moan, or even give Chi-Chi any warning. Instead, he just *grunted*, holding her at the base of his cock while he dumped his first load of hot, thick-like-honey jizz down her gullet. She felt the heavy fluid sputter into her stomach, and moaned as best she could given her current position. Before he'd entirely finished, however, Gohan pulled her off.
Chi-Chi attempted to rationalize his action in the brief microsecond of pause. Was he going to give her a facial?
Bingo.
Still tugging her by her hair with one hand, and now grabbing and aiming his cock with the other, Gohan proceeded to coat his mom's face with his halfbreed semen, which started to visibly steam upon contact with her skin. She loved the feeling of it, of warm boycum completely *her*. She could feel it getting caked into her hair, and ruining her makeup, and some even got up her nose. Chi-Chi couldn't help but bite her lip.
Still, though, it was a shame she got overeager and ended up wasting his load on oral. She really wanted to get knocked up tonight, especially considering she was ovulating. Still, though, she'd surely gotten him into the idea of fucking her, so she'd just have to wait until the next opportunity and strike again... is what she initially thought.
Chi-Chi, still with her eyes closed, failed to realize that Gohan wasn't just still hard, he actually seemed to be *harder*. So, it came as a surprise when, after the facial, his strong hands pushed her onto her back, and he proceeded to line his dick's head up with the soaking wet opening of her cunt. "G-Gohan? You're still--"
"Shut up."
He punctuated the command with a powerful thrust forward, causing his mother to shriek in pleasure as his power pole smashed against her cervix. The insertion was far easier than it had any right to be with a pussy that tight and a cock that huge, owing to the incredible amount of lubrication Chi-Chi's masturbation had created, assisted by how much of her slobber was still on the length of his dick. The science of the miraculous penetration didn't matter to the two involved, though, not in the slightest. Gohan and Chi-Chi had only one area of interest, each: Fucking his mother's brains out, and getting her brains fucked out by her son, respectively.
And so, Gohan began to furiously fuck Chi-Chi with such strength and speed that the untrained eye literally wouldn't be able to see his manhood pumping in and out of her, just appearing to most as a blur of motion. However, the incredible speed didn't at all correlate to any loss of precision or technique-- quite the opposite, in fact. Despite pumping his hips into his mom's coochie at speeds faster than most people could ever hope to achieve, Gohan was displaying a masterful proficiency in the art of pleasuring a woman. He managed to hit just the right spot every time, driving her far beyond the limits of pleasure. It'd only been about thirty seconds, but she'd already started to cum again.
Soon, Gohan continued to up the ante by grabbing at the fabric of Chi-Chi's nightie. Without any resistance from the garment itself, he tore it off her and threw it against the wall. Now, they were finally fully exposed to him: her tits. They weren't the biggest or most impressive in the world, no, but they were above average in size and still pretty perky despite Chi-Chi being a stay-at-home mom, with cute, pink nipples that stood at attention. They were jiggling and bouncing with Chi-Chi's body as Gohan fucked her, but he was able to easily lean in and latch onto one with his mouth.
She let out another scream of pleasure as her son started to play with her tits. Currently, he was using his mouth on one and a hand on the other, the former sucking and occasionally nibbling on her sensitive nipple while the latter kneaded and squeezed the entire breast. She didn't even know she was into breastplay, but Gohan had somehow awoken it in her. For somebody who, until now, was a *virgin*, he was absolutely phenomenal. A true prodigy.
"Ohh gaaawd, Gohan, you're s-so g-good!"
She came again.
Sliding his other hand under the small of her back, Gohan made his next maneuver. Utilizing the power of flight, he lifted both himself and Chi-Chi off the bed, before pulling a rather daring stunt. He quickly repositioned the both of them, now holding Chi-Chi parallel to the bed, facing downwards, while he was giving it to her from behind. He had his hands around her wrists, keeping her held up by both them and with his cock as he continued to fuck her, now standing on the bed once more while keeping his mom suspended by his fucking.
According to Master Roshi's magazines, this was a variant on something called the *Superman Position*.
She was blown away by the talent with which he, her perfect boy, was ruining her pussy. It was frankly astounding. How'd he learn a position like *this*? And why hadn't she heard of it? It was amazing, being fucked like a limp fucking sexdoll, completely robbed of agency as you helplessly get your pussy turned out by somebody stronger and rougher than you. God, she was so fucking *happy*.
She hadn't even realized how long, how much, and how *loud* she'd been groaning and grunting and growling like a wild, slutty animal getting rutted good and hard. Gohan, meanwhile, was mostly silent, his only sounds being occasional grunts of effort. The rest of the noise in the room came from two sources, the first being the sound of wet, sloppy, brutal sex, obviously, and the second being the sound of the bed beneath them. The legs had long since given out, about half an hour ago, but neither of them realized it (the feeling of the bed's legs splintering and the mattress beneath them falling to the floor was overtaken by the feeling of Gohan roughly fucking Chi-Chi, so they just didn't notice). Still, though, the bedframe was still there, and the headboard was banging against the wall in tune with Gohan's thrusts, leaving a clear mark that would, if the fucking didn't end soon, quickly become a hole in the wall.
It had been forty minutes since the headboard had punched a hole in the upper part of Chi-Chi's bedroom wall, and the bed had become so soaked in fluids and so battered by their 'lovemaking' that Gohan elected to change locations, so the two were now on the floor. Chi-Chi was pressed face-first into the hardwood, ass slightly raised by Gohan so as to facilitate his rough penetration. Gohan, meanwhile, was on his knees, still stoically pounding away at his mom's cunt. His cockhead had long since broken through to her uterus, and Chi-Chi had, at around the same time, reached a point of being so unimaginably pleasured that she'd ceased to function, so to speak. Her tongue was out, against the dirty floor, and her limbs were limp. If Gohan wasn't holding her legs up, she'd be flat against the ground. Still, she remained conscious and aware of everything happening, letting out pitiful, high-pitched squeaks whenever Gohan's cock hit her insides just so.
Another thirty minutes. Chi-Chi's pussy was officially *ruined*. No other man could possibly satisfy her now, not like Gohan was satisfying her. He was currently on his back, fucking her in a sort of upside-down missionary, his face buried in her tits and arms wrapped around her back. She, meanwhile, was cumming for the twenty-sixth time that night. He barely would have noticed, if she didn't howl like a wild monkey as the orgasm hit. He quickly gave her ass a hard *spank*, the sound of which echoed through the house, and the feeling of which only made Chi-Chi cum harder.
It'd been four hours since they first began. Gohan had finally fucked Chi-Chi in every position he could remember seeing in Roshi's magazines, and so, decided it was time to end things. Especially considering Chi-Chi had been reduced to a gibberish spewing, drooling, constantly orgasming mess of a woman. And, oh, he didn't really realize, before just then, how much of a mess they'd made of his mom's room... not even counting the door (now snapped off its hinges), or the bed (as mentioned previously), or the chair (broken in half), or the ceiling fan (pushed up through the ceiling), just the pure volume of female ejaculate, his own precum, saliva, and other miscellaneous fluids that coated most surfaces in the room would take a good few days to clean up. And that's not even getting into the smell of it all, good lord.
Yeah, he figured now was a good time to end it. She'd probably learned her lesson, anyway, right?
So, mustering more of that Super Saiyan self-discipline, Gohan began to cum again. This time, however, he at least gave Chi-Chi the courtesy of a warning, not that she would respond to it if she could even hear it. "I'm cumming, Mom! I'm cumming!"
He slammed into her one last time. They'd gone back a simple mating press by this point, so he was able to reach the deepest parts of her pussy in that final thrust. His balls clenched and flexed, and he let out a pleasured groan as he felt them start to unload his pent up jizz inside Chi-Chi's uterus. Chi-Chi, meanwhile, moaned underneath as she registered what was likely a gallon of cum getting nutted into her womb. It took two minutes, but eventually, it was done. By then, her uterus was completely full to the brim with his virile semen.
Gohan tried to pull out, only to hit a snag as Chi-Chi's cervix caught his cock's head. He grunted a "C'mon..." and pulled once more, this time freeing himself. He almost swore he could hear a pop, like somebody uncorking something.
Immediately after he fully extracted his well-used manhood from her well-abused womanhood, thick cum started to flow out, adding to the mess on the floor. "Aw, jeez," he muttered. That was gonna suck to clean up.
Still, that'd have to wait for another time. Gohan got up and left to take a shower, hoping that, by the time he was out, his mom will have come to her senses...
Chi-Chi did no such thing, sadly. When he walked back into her room after his shower, Gohan sighed. He found his mother, on all fours, licking up as much of his cum as she could get her tongue on. "Dammit Mom..." He shook his head.
It seemed that she really wouldn't snap out of her lust for Saiyan cock, at least not after only a single dose. He only had two choices, then, he figured. The first was that he'd have to deprave her of the addiction, which... didn't seem like a good idea. If he left, either she'd go nuts looking for him, or, even worse, seek out another supply of it, the only one of which was available being Vegeta, and that's... not okay.
The other option, and sadly, his only really viable course of action, it seemed, was to fuck her so much, so hard, and so good that she got tired of it. The 'Smoke a Whole Carton of Cigarettes' solution, if you will.
So, he took off his towel, which Chi-Chi instantly took note of. "Oh, sweetie! You're ready to go again?" The look on her face was such absolute, genuine joy, Gohan almost felt sorry for her... he simply nodded, pushed her head to the ground, and grabbed her ass. He spread her cheeks to reveal the one untouched hole left on his mother: her tight, virgin asshole. He spit on it and lined up his dick.
By now, the sun was rising. By the time they were done, it will have set and risen three more times. Chi-Chi's room was beyond repair, to the point where they had to use Shenron to fix the house afterwards.
The next day, Gohan woke up in a puddle of his own fluids (some of which had dried into a crust that made him feel like he was sleeping on sandpaper). He looked over to see Chi-Chi sprawled beside him, snoring softly, her entire body glazed in a thin layer of dried semen and her own girlcum. She looked like she'd been through a war. She had been through a war.
Gohan, being the dutiful son he was (well, one of the ways he was dutiful, anyway), decided to do the responsible thing: he'd cook breakfast, let Mom sleep in, and then figure out what the hell their new 'arrangement' was going to look like. Simple.
What Gohan didn't know was that his simple plan was about to be violently, spectacularly, baldly derailed.
See, in the middle of the night, while Gohan and Chi-Chi had been going at it (and there was no chance anyone in a five-mile radius had slept through it), a certain monk had been lying awake in his own bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about his life. Krillin had been thinking about a lot of things lately. His girlfriend, Android 18, had been warming up to him more and more. She was beautiful, she was strong, she was cold and hot all at once, and she had a body that could stop traffic. But there was one specific thing that Krillin had been thinking about lately, and it was a thing that made him feel weirdly competitive, weirdly horny, and weirdly awake at 2 AM.
Krillin was, by a comfortable margin, the strongest human alive. He'd held his own in the tournament, he'd fought gods, he'd saved the world. But there was one title he'd never quite claimed, one crown that had always eluded him: biggest dick in the group. And now Goku was dead, Vegeta was married, and Piccolo... well, who even knew with Piccolo. The point was, Krillin was almost certain he could claim the crown. Almost.
And so, when the news reached him that Chi-Chi's house had been 'repaired' by Shenron (which was the kind of news that travels fast in a group of seven people), Krillin decided he'd go pay a visit. Just a friendly visit. Just to check in on the widow and her son. Nothing weird about it.
He arrived around ten in the morning, floating down onto the lawn, and knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. Still nothing. But he could hear something. A faint, rhythmic thump thump thump from the direction of the house, and underneath it, a series of high-pitched, breathy cries that he recognized immediately.
Oh, Krillin thought. They're training.
He tried the door. Unlocked. He stepped inside, tiptoeing through the living room, following the sound. It got louder as he approached the hallway. By the time he reached Chi-Chi's bedroom door, the sounds were unmistakable and extremely explicit.
"F-fuck, Gohan, right there, right there, ohhhh God yes--"
Krillin's eyebrows shot up. He pressed his ear to the door. That was definitely Chi-Chi's voice. And that was definitely the voice of a woman getting railed into next week.
Now, here's the thing about Krillin. He was a pervert. Not in a Roshi way (nobody was in a Roshi way), but in a curious way. And the door wasn't fully shut. There was a gap, maybe two inches wide, just enough to peek through.
So he peeked.
And what he saw made his jaw hit the floor.
Chi-Chi was bent over the edge of her (rebuilt) bed, her face pressed into the mattress, her perfect round ass up in the air and pointed directly at the door. Behind her, Gohan— Gohan, the kid, the student, the one who was supposed to be studying to be a doctor— was gripping her hips and pounding into her with a ferocity that seemed frankly illegal. His balls, which were frankly enormous, were slapping against Chi-Chi's clit with every thrust, and the sight of them made Krillin feel a strange, sinking sensation in his stomach.
But it was Gohan's cock that really got him. Krillin could see it every time Gohan pulled back, glistening and slick, a thick, veiny, massive slab of meat that looked like it had no business fitting inside a human woman. And yet, there it was, disappearing into Chi-Chi's tight, wet pussy over and over again, stretching her out, making her cry out with each thrust.
Krillin watched for a full minute before he even remembered to breathe. His own hand drifted, almost unconsciously, to the front of his pants.
Then Chi-Chi shifted, twisting her head to look back at Gohan, and her eyes— unfocused, glassy, blissful— happened to land on the doorway.
She froze. Gohan, oblivious, kept fucking her.
"... Gohan," she whispered.
"Mm?"
"Gohan."
"What?"
We have... we have a guest."
Gohan stopped mid-thrust. Slowly, he turned his head. Krillin, still leaning into the doorway, gave a little wave. "Yo."
There was a long, long silence.
Then Chi-Chi screamed.
After a frantic scramble for clothes (Chi-Chi's were somewhere in the pile of rubble that used to be her wardrobe; Gohan's were in the living room for reasons neither could remember), the three of them sat down at the kitchen table. Gohan and Chi-Chi were on one side, fully dressed and trying to look normal. Krillin was on the other side, arms crossed, wearing the single smuggest grin either of them had ever seen on a human face.
So," Krillin said, drawing out the word like a cat toying with a mouse, "Gohan. Anything you want to tell me?"
Gohan opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "It's... it's complicated."
"Complicated," Krillin repeated. "Right. So, complicated means what, exactly? You're fucking your mom?"
Chi-Chi turned bright red. "Krillin, language."
"Chi-Chi, I just watched you get railed for two straight minutes. I think we're past language."
Gohan buried his face in his hands. "Okay. Yes. I'm... we're..."
"We're together," Chi-Chi said, with as much dignity as she could muster. "In a... in a physical sense."
"A physical sense," Krillin said. "You mean you're fuck-buddies. You're mother-son fuck-buddies."
That's one way to put it," Chi-Chi admitted through gritted teeth.
Krillin leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head, and looked up at the ceiling with the expression of a man who had just been handed the keys to the kingdom. "You know," he said slowly, "this is really interesting. Because there's a lot of people who'd be very interested to know about this. Bulma, for one. She'd love this. Piccolo. Tien. Yamcha. Especially Yamcha." He paused for effect. "Master Roshi."
Chi-Chi went pale. "Roshi can never know."
"Roshi would probably die on the spot," Krillin agreed. "But he'd die happy. So, here's the thing." He sat forward, planting his hands on the table, and fixed Chi-Chi with a look. "You've got a good thing going here. And I'm happy for you. Really. But I'm a simple man, Chi-Chi. And a simple man sees a good thing and wants a piece of it."
Chi-Chi's eyes narrowed. "What are you saying?"
Krillin grinned. "I'm saying, I want in."
Chi-Chi had expected some negotiation. She had not expected Krillin to drop his pants right there at the kitchen table, and she had definitely not expected what she saw when he did.
"Oh my God," she breathed.
Krillin's cock, even half-hard, was a monster. It had no business being on a man of his height and build. It was thick— obscenely thick, thick enough that Chi-Chi's fingers wouldn't have met if she'd wrapped them around the middle— and it was long. Even flaccid, it hung heavy and low, a meaty, veiny slab of manhood that swung as Krillin shifted his weight. As Chi-Chi watched, it began to rise, filling out, growing, until it stood at its full, terrifying length
Fifteen inches. Fifteen goddamn inches of the thickest cock Chi-Chi had ever seen.
"That's..." Gohan said, staring. "That's not..."
"Yep," Krillin said, looking down at it with the fond pride of a man showing off a prize-winning dog. "Fifteen inches. Biggest one in the whole group. Goku never beat it, Vegeta never beat it, and you, my friend," he said, pointing at Gohan, "ain't beating it either."
Chi-Chi's mouth was watering. She was vaguely aware that her legs had spread slightly apart under the table, and that her panties were already getting damp. "Krillin," she said, in a voice that came out breathier than she intended, "you're going to have to prove that."
Krillin's grin widened. "Is that an invitation?"
Chi-Chi stood up from the table, walked around it, and dropped to her knees in front of him without another word. She took his cock in both hands, and— just as with Gohan the night before— she gasped at the weight of it, the heat of it, the sheer presence of it. It was like holding a piece of hot, living meat.
She leaned in and took the head into her mouth.
Oh, she thought, as the taste of him hit her tongue. Oh, this is different. Where Gohan had been sweet and clean and boyish, Krillin tasted like man— a strong, salty, musky taste that made her pussy clench around nothing. She sucked the head, swirling her tongue around it, before sliding her lips down the shaft. It was thick, so thick that she had to unhinge her jaw a little to take more than a few inches, and her eyes watered as she pushed herself further down.
Careful," Krillin warned, his voice a little strained. "A lot of girls can't take it all. Just do what you can, Chi-Chi, no pressure."
Chi-Chi, who had never been one to back down from a challenge, took that as a personal insult. She hollowed her cheeks and pushed, and pushed, and pushed, sliding more and more of Krillin's monster down her throat. The head of it bumped against the back of her throat, then slipped past, and Chi-Chi felt her eyes bulge as she kept going, her throat bulging visibly around the thick shaft.
"Holy shit," Krillin breathed. "Chi-Chi, holy shit."
Chi-Chi made it a little more than halfway before she had to stop, her nose buried in Krillin's pubic hair... no, wait, it wasn't. Her nose was still a good few inches from his pelvis. She pulled back, gasping, a thick rope of spit connecting her lips to his cock, and looked up at him with wet eyes.
Now who's impressed?" she said.
Krillin laughed, a bright, genuine laugh. "Okay. Okay, you win. But let's see if you can do that with this." He took her by the hair— a bit gentler than Gohan had, but not by much— and started guiding her down his cock again. This time he pumped his hips as she sucked, meeting her halfway, and the two of them fell into a rhythm. Chi-Chi's throat made wet, sloppy sounds as he fucked her face, and she felt her own hand slip between her legs, working her clit as she was used.
Behind them, Gohan watched with a strange mix of emotions. Jealousy, mostly. But also... interest. He'd never seen anyone else fuck his mom. He'd never watched her suck another man's cock. And watching it now, watching her get her throat stretched out by a bald monk with a fifteen-inch dick, was doing things to him.
Chi-Chi pulled off Krillin's cock with a pop and turned her head, still stroking him, to look at Gohan. "Sweetie," she said, in that breathy, motherly-but-horny voice she'd used the night before, "come here."
Gohan obeyed.
What followed was, by any reasonable standard, a disaster. A beautiful, magnificent, deeply irresponsible disaster.
Chi-Chi, being the ambitious woman she was, decided she wanted to try and take both of them. At once. Not in the 'one in each hand' sense, and not even in the 'spit-roast' sense, but in the real sense: double penetration. Two cocks, one pussy. Or... well, they'd figure out the logistics as they went.
The first problem was size. Gohan was already big— nine, maybe ten inches when fully hard, and thick. Krillin was fifteen and thicker. Fitting both of them into a woman who had, until yesterday, been a mother of one was a tall order. But Chi-Chi, bless her, was determined.
They started with Gohan, because Krillin insisted ('gotta warm her up', he said, which earned him a glare). Gohan slid into her from behind as she lay on her stomach, and Chi-Chi groaned as she stretched around him. Then Krillin climbed onto the bed in front of her, kneeling at her head, and she took him into her mouth again. The two men worked in tandem, one in her throat, one in her cunt, and Chi-Chi was in heaven.
But that was just the warm-up. The main event came when Krillin pulled out of her mouth and moved down her body, positioning himself at her entrance. Gohan was still inside her, buried to the hilt, and Chi-Chi could feel the pressure of Krillin's cockhead pressing against her already-occupied pussy.
Ready?" Krillin asked.
"No," Chi-Chi said.
"Good." And he pushed.
Chi-Chi screamed. The stretch was incredible, overwhelming, a feeling of fullness so profound that she thought she might tear in half. Krillin's cock slid in alongside Gohan's, both of them pressed tight against each other inside her, and the friction— fuck, the friction— was unlike anything she'd ever felt.
"Oh my GOD," she howled, her hands clawing at the bedsheets. "It's— it's too— too much—"
"You want me to stop?" Krillin asked.
"Don't you DARE stop."
Krillin grinned, and started to move.
The two of them found a rhythm. It took a few minutes of awkward, fumbling coordination— a few accidental 'cocks brushing against each other' moments that both men pretended not to notice— but eventually they got it. Gohan would pull out as Krillin pushed in, then Krillin would pull out as Gohan pushed in, and Chi-Chi would feel each of them dragging along her insides in turn, a constant, relentless wave of penetration that never fully stopped.
Chi-Chi came in under a minute. Then she came again. Then again.
It was, without exaggeration, the best sex of her life.
This became the routine. Every day, sometimes twice a day, sometimes three times, Gohan and Krillin would take turns with Chi-Chi. Krillin came over after training. Gohan took breaks from his studies. And the three of them would lock themselves in Chi-Chi's room (or the living room, or the kitchen, or, on one memorable occasion, the backyard) and go at it until they were all spent.
The double penetration became their signature move. It was Chi-Chi's favorite by far— the feeling of being so completely filled, so utterly used, of having two men inside her at once, was a pleasure she'd never known existed. She'd lie there, sandwiched between them, and let them take her apart, moaning and crying and cumming until her brain turned to mush.
But there was a problem. A Krillin-shaped problem.
See, Krillin's cock was fifteen inches. And Chi-Chi, while a strong woman, was still a human woman. A human woman with a human pussy. And a fifteen-inch cock, even when shared with a smaller one, was a lot. Krillin, being an overachiever, liked to push. He liked to see how deep he could go. And after a few days, Chi-Chi started to break.
It happened during a particularly intense session on day five. Krillin was on top of her, in a mating press, pounding into her with the full force of his (admittedly small but very strong) body. Chi-Chi was cumming for the fourth time that session, screaming his name, when she felt something give. A sharp, tearing pain, followed by a flood of wetness, and then a strange, dull ache deep inside her.
"Ow," she said, in the middle of her orgasm. "Ow, ow, ow."
Krillin stopped immediately. "What? What's wrong?"
"I don't know. It's... it's like something broke."
It was, in fact, her cervix. Krillin, in his enthusiasm, had pushed through it— punched through it, really— and Chi-Chi's body had not been prepared for that. She was sore. She was swollen. She was, for the first time since this whole thing started, unable to continue.
Gohan, ever the dutiful son, ran to fetch a senzu bean.
The effect was immediate. Chi-Chi popped the bean into her mouth, chewed, swallowed, and felt the pain vanish. Her body healed— not just the tear, but everything. The soreness, the swelling, the exhaustion. She felt like a virgin again. She felt like she could take on the entire group.
"Wow," she said, sitting up and examining herself. "That's... that's incredible."
Krillin, who had watched the whole thing with wide eyes, started to grin. "So... you're saying we can go as hard as we want, and then just...
"Fix it," Chi-Chi finished. "Yes. Yes, that's exactly what we're saying."
"Chi-Chi," Krillin said, in the tone of a man who had just discovered a cheat code, "you're my favorite person in the entire world."
And so began the real fun.
With senzu beans in the mix, there was no longer any need for restraint. Krillin could go as deep, as hard, as brutally as he wanted. Gohan could match him. And Chi-Chi could take it all— because even if something broke, even if she tore, even if she literally couldn't walk the next morning, a single senzu bean would put her right back to fighting form.
They went wild.
They fucked through walls (literally, on one occasion). They fucked through furniture. They fucked until the sun went down and came back up. Krillin discovered that he could lift Chi-Chi entirely off the ground with his cock alone, a trick that she loved and that Gohan resented a little. Gohan discovered that, with a senzu bean on standby, he could be as rough as his Saiyan instincts demanded. And Chi-Chi discovered that, when she was allowed to be broken and healed over and over again, her body became tougher. Her pussy stretched, adapted, accommodated. By the end of the first week, she could take Krillin to the base.
By the end of the second week, she could take them both to the base.
It was around this time that the question of 'who else knows' came up again. Krillin, true to his word, had been keeping quiet— mostly because he was having too much fun to share. But the secret was getting harder and harder to keep. Chi-Chi was glowing. Gohan was distracted. And the house was loud.
We should tell them," Krillin said one evening, sprawled out on the bed beside a thoroughly exhausted Chi-Chi, while Gohan lay on her other side, also breathing hard. "Before someone finds out on their own. It's better if we control the narrative."
"And who exactly are we telling?" Chi-Chi asked.
Krillin shrugged. "Bulma, for sure. She'll find it funny. And she's... she's curious by nature. Plus, she's got that whole capsule thing going on, she can build us, like, a room or something. A sex room. We can call it the 'Boner Chamber'."
"That's a terrible name."
"Bulma will love it."
"And 18?"
Krillin's expression shifted slightly. "Yeah. Yeah, I gotta tell 18."
Because you're dating her."
"Because I'm dating her," Krillin agreed. "And because... well, she's been asking where I go every day. And I don't think she believes it's 'training'."
"Is it going to be a problem?"
Krillin considered this. "Honestly? No. 18's not the jealous type. She's the 'as long as you're not wasting my time' type. And she and I have a... an understanding."
"What kind of understanding?"
Krillin grinned. "The kind where she's cool with stuff, as long as I'm honest about it. And, uh... the kind where, if she wanted to, she could join in."
Chi-Chi's eyebrows rose. "You want to bring 18 into this?"
I want to bring everyone into this," Krillin said. "But 18 first. Because 18 is mine, and because 18... well. 18's a lot. And she's strong. And she's got a body on her that you wouldn't believe. And honestly, Chi-Chi, I think you two would get along great."
Chi-Chi thought about it. A blonde, blue-eyed android with a perfect body and superhuman strength, joining their little arrangement. She thought about what it would be like to have another woman in the mix, after weeks of nothing but men. She thought about it a lot.
Okay," she said. "Talk to her."
It turned out that 18 *was* cool with it. More than cool, actually. She was *interested*.
The android had always been a creature of appetites— she ate like a Saiyan, slept like a log, and, as it turned out, fucked like a demon. She and Krillin had been together for a while, and she'd been more than satisfied with him (who wouldn't be, with a cock like that?), but the idea of *sharing* him— of being part of a *group*— appealed to her in a way she hadn't expected. She was strong. She was confident. She was, frankly, a little bored.
But 18 came with one condition. One *ironclad*, non-negotiable, carved-in-stone rule that she laid down the very first night, standing in the middle of Chi-Chi's wrecked living room with her arms crossed and that cool, flat look on her face.
"Here's how this works," she'd said, looking at Gohan, at Chi-Chi, at the room in general. "Krillin's mine. And that means *his* cock is the only one that goes inside me. Gohan's nice. Gohan's big. But Gohan doesn't get a turn." She'd glanced at the boy, who looked mildly wounded. "No offense."
"None taken," Gohan said, in the voice of a man who had *very much* taken offense.
"So what *do* you do with the rest of us?" Chi-Chi asked, genuinely curious.
18 had shrugged, that tiny, elegant shrug she did. "I'll *touch* whoever. I'll let whoever touch *me*. Hands, mouth, whatever. But the actual *fucking*— the part where something goes inside me?" She'd pointed at Krillin. "Him. Only him. Everybody else can get off somewhere else."
It was, honestly, a pretty reasonable rule. And it had held, without a single exception, ever since. Gohan had tried exactly once to slide into 18 during a heated moment, and she'd stopped him mid-thrust with a hand on his chest and a flat "*Nope. Out.*" He'd never tried again.
18 was, in short, a *force*. And she was *beautiful*. Chi-Chi had always known this, in an abstract sort of way, but being *up close* to her— being in bed with her, watching her come, feeling her body against her own— was a whole different thing. 18 had big, perfect tits, the kind that defied gravity and logic, with pale pink nipples that stood out against her fair skin. She had a tight, toned stomach, a round, firm ass, and legs that went on for *days*. She was, frankly, the most attractive woman Chi-Chi had ever seen.
Chi-Chi fell for her almost immediately. So did Gohan, though he was too shy to admit it. And Krillin, well, Krillin was just *delighted*. His girlfriend and his... whatever Chi-Chi was... getting along? Getting *along* in that way? It was a dream come true.
The group settled into a rhythm. It was chaotic, and it was messy, and it was *loud*— but it worked. Bulma, once she found out (and she *did* find out, because Bulma always found out), built them the 'Boner Chamber'— an underground, soundproofed, reinforced sex room beneath Capsule Corp, complete with a bed the size of a small house and a *senzu bean dispenser* built into the wall. Bulma, naturally, wanted in too. And so did her husband, Vegeta, once he got over the indignity of it. And so, eventually, did half the group.
But that's another story.
---
On this particular afternoon, though, the core group was gathered in the Boner Chamber. Gohan was at his desk— *literally* at his desk, because he'd brought it down here, because he was *trying* to get some work done— reading through a stack of papers while, across the room, a *very* different scene was playing out on the giant bed.
Krillin was sitting up against the headboard, legs sprawled out in front of him, hands laced behind his head in the picture of lazy satisfaction. His fifteen-inch cock stood straight up off his lap like a monument, thick and veiny and *gleaming*, and it was currently being *worshipped* from both sides.
On his left, Android 18 was kneeling, her blonde head bobbing slowly up and down the length of him, taking him deep into her throat with the practiced ease of someone who'd done it a hundred times. She was *naked*, her perfect body on full display— those big, gravity-defying tits swaying with every movement, that round firm ass lifted up off her heels, those pale pink nipples hard as pebbles. She was *thorough*— her tongue working the underside of his shaft, her hand cupping and rolling his heavy balls, her throat relaxing to swallow him down to the halfway point before pulling back with a wet, sloppy *pop*.
On his right, Bulma was *also* kneeling, and she was *not* to be outdone. Where 18 was slow and precise, Bulma was *enthusiastic*— she'd taken the other half of Krillin's cock in her hand and was stroking it while she licked and sucked at the base and the balls, slobbering all over him, her big soft tits pressed up against his thigh. Every time 18 pulled off to breathe, Bulma dived in to lap up the sloppy mess she'd left behind, dragging her tongue up the full length of the shaft before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking.
It was, objectively, the best blowjob Krillin had ever received in his life, and it was being delivered by *two* women at *once*, and he had done absolutely nothing to earn it except be the guy with the biggest cock in the group.
"*F-fuck, you two*," Krillin groaned, his head tipping back against the headboard. "*You're gonna kill me. I'm gonna die. Right here. On this bed. Death by head.*"
18 pulled off his cock with a wet sound and gave him that flat, cool look. "You say that every time."
"Because it's *true* every time!"
Bulma, still working his balls, mumbled something around a mouthful of testicle that neither of them could make out. It sounded vaguely like "quit complaining," which was rich coming from someone who currently had a mouthful of *ball*.
Across the room, Gohan looked up from his papers, watched the three of them for a long moment, and sighed. "You know, when you guys said we were coming down here to *hang out*, I assumed there'd be *some* hanging out. Not... this."
"You could join," Krillin offered, gesturing vaguely with one hand.
"I'm *trying* to work."
"You're *always* trying to work."
"I'm a *doctor*, Krillin."
"You're a *medical student*, and you're about to be a *very distracted* medical student." Krillin nodded down at the two women. "Look at this. Look at what I got down here. You *sure* you don't wanna just, you know, set the papers down?"
Gohan looked at his papers. He looked at the two naked women sucking his best friend's absurdly huge cock. He looked at his papers again.
"... Okay, *fine*, but only because 18's blowing him and I never get to see it," Gohan said, and he *did* set the papers down. "But I'm not joining. I'm just *watching*. This is *research*."
"Research," Krillin repeated.
"*Research.*"
18 pulled off Krillin's cock again, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and glanced over her shoulder at Gohan with a look of pure, bored contempt. "You're watching a blowjob like it's a nature documentary."
"It *is* a nature documentary," Gohan said. "You're a very interesting species."
"Uh-huh." 18 turned back to Krillin, took him into her mouth again, and got back to work— this time deeper, faster, her throat bulging around his girth, a thick line of spit running down her chin and dripping onto her tits.
Bulma, sensing that 18 was taking the lead, slid lower. She let her mouth leave Krillin's balls and started kissing her way down, down, until her tongue was lapping at his taint, then his asshole. Krillin jolted like he'd been shocked.
"*Agh— Bulma!*"
"Mm?" Bulma said, her mouth pressed against him.
"That's the *ass*."
"It *is* the ass," Bulma agreed, and went right back to eating it.
Krillin, sandwiched between 18 working his cock and Bulma working his ass, threw his head back and moaned loud enough that the whole underground chamber echoed with it. His balls drew up tight. He was close. He was *so* close. But he wasn't going to let it end yet— not when he had this. Not when he had *two* gorgeous women treating his body like a playground.
"Okay, okay, *switch*," he managed. "Bulma, come up here and take the cock. 18, let me see your tits."
Both women obeyed without a word— Bulma crawling up his body to take his cock in her mouth, 18 rising up onto her knees to present her chest to him. Krillin grabbed one of her big, perfect tits in each hand and squeezed, his thumbs dragging over her nipples, and 18 let out the softest, breathiest moan— one of the few sounds she ever made during sex, and *far* more precious for its rarity.
"You like that?" Krillin asked, grinning.
18 looked down at him. "Shut up and keep squeezing."
"Yes ma'am."
He kept squeezing. He squeezed and kneaded and rolled her nipples between his fingers, watching her face as she bit her lip and her eyes went a little hazy— the closest thing to 'losing control' that 18 ever allowed herself. It was *hot*. It was *so* hot. And down below, Bulma was slobbering all over his cock, bobbing her head, gagging herself on the fifteen inches like she was trying to prove something to the android.
"*Krillin,*" 18 breathed, and it was practically a scream coming from her. "*Krillin, I want you inside me.*"
That was all he needed to hear.
"Bulma, sweetheart, I love you, but you gotta move," Krillin said.
Bulma pulled off his cock with a wet *pop*, pouting. "But I was *winning*."
"Winning what?"
"*The blowjob competition.*"
"Was that a competition?"
"Everything's a competition if you're rich enough," Bulma said, and she scooted aside to make room.
18 didn't waste a second. She swung one leg over Krillin's hips, straddling him, and reached down between her legs to take hold of his cock. She lined him up with her entrance, and then she *sank* down onto him— slowly, deliberately, her face going tight with concentration as fifteen thick inches stretched her out and filled her up. Her breath hitched. Her thighs trembled. And then, at last, her ass met his hips, and she was fully seated, his cock buried to the hilt inside her.
"*There,*" she breathed, her hands on his chest. "*There we go.*"
Across the room, Gohan watched with open, undisguised *envy*. It didn't matter how many times he saw it— seeing Krillin's monster disappear inside 18, seeing her take it *all*, seeing her ride him with that cool, determined look on her face— it never stopped being impressive. And it never stopped making him feel inadequate, just a little.
"She's *never* gonna let me try," Gohan muttered.
"*Nope,*" 18 said, without even looking at him. "*Krillin's only.*"
"That's what I *said*."
18 started to move— slow, rolling grinds of her hips at first, then faster, then *harder*, her tits bouncing, her breath coming in sharp little gasps. Krillin reached up and grabbed her ass, helping to lift and drop her, and the two of them fell into a brutal, perfect rhythm, the sound of wet sex filling the chamber.
Bulma, feeling left out, crawled up onto the bed and straddled Krillin's *face*, planting her dripping pussy right on his mouth. "You're not *done* down here, are you, big guy?"
Krillin, muffled, said something that sounded like "*Mmfh mffh mmfh*," which in context clearly meant *absolutely not*, and got to work eating her out while 18 rode him.
And Gohan, papers entirely forgotten, watched all three of them from his desk and wished— *just a little*— that he had a smaller cock and a rule that said he could fuck the android.
---
Across the room, on the other half of the giant bed, a *different* scene was playing out— but with a different cast. Chi-Chi was straddling *Gohan's* spot... no, wait, Gohan was at the desk. Chi-Chi was straddling *nothing* at the moment— she was on her back, legs up, being eaten out by Videl while she moaned and grabbed fistfuls of the younger woman's short black hair.
Videl had joined the group recently, after Gohan had finally worked up the courage to tell her the truth about his family (a conversation that had taken three hours and four senzu beans), and she'd taken to it with a surprising enthusiasm. Right now, she was buried between Chi-Chi's thighs, her tongue working the older woman's clit with a focus that bordered on obsessive— because *Videl*, unlike 18, had no rules at all. Videl would do *anything*, with *anyone*, and she was currently *very* into Chi-Chi.
"*F-fuck, Videl, right there, right there—*" Chi-Chi gasped, her back arching off the bed, her big perky tits pointing straight up at the ceiling.
And in the corner, on a beanbag chair, Piccolo sat and *watched*. Piccolo had never actually *joined* in, despite everyone's encouragement— he claimed it was because he was a Namekian and didn't have the same needs, which was *technically* true, but everyone suspected he just liked to watch. He sat there now, arms crossed, a faint smile on his green face, observing the chaos with the calm detachment of a man who had seen *much* stranger things.
Krillin, catching a glimpse of Piccolo over Bulma's shoulder, called out: "You know, you're welcome to join in any time, Piccolo."
"I'm *fine*," Piccolo said.
"That's what you said last week."
"That's because it's *true*."
Krillin laughed, and got back to work— 18 still riding his cock, Bulma still grinding on his face, both of them moaning, both of them *his*. For a moment, he thought about how he'd gotten here. One peek through a bedroom door. One blackmail threat. One bald monk with a fifteen-inch cock and absolutely no shame.
*Best decision of my life*, Krillin thought.
Then 18 clenched around him, hard, and screamed— and Krillin stopped thinking entirely.
And that was how it went. Day after day, week after week, the group fucked and fucked and *fucked*, a tangled mess of bodies and fluids and senzu beans, a family of perverts bound together by the single, universal truth that everyone in the group had eventually discovered: there was no better way to spend an afternoon than getting absolutely *railed* by the people you loved.
Gohan, in the end, got his medical degree. He also, through a combination of good genes and good scheduling, managed to keep up with *all* of it— the training, the studying, the *five women* who now considered him a permanent part of their rotation (and the one woman, 18, who considered him a permanent *spectator*). It wasn't easy. But it was worth it.
Chi-Chi, for her part, got everything she'd wanted and more. She'd wanted a man to fill Goku's spot in her bed. She'd ended up with *three* of them— Krillin, Gohan, and (on special occasions) Vegeta— plus two women and a rotating cast of *others*. She was never lonely. She was never bored. And she was, for the first time in years, *happy*.
Krillin, the architect of it all, the bald bastard who had started this whole thing with a single peek through a bedroom door, looked back on it all with a grin. He'd wanted to be the biggest. And he *was*. In more ways than one. And better than that— better than the size, better than the bragging rights, better than the whole ridiculous circus— he had *18*. His 18. The one person in the world who had looked at all of this madness and said *fine, but only you*, and meant it.
18— cool, calm, beautiful 18— stayed with him through all of it. She'd never expected to be part of something like this. She'd never expected to *enjoy* it. But she did. She enjoyed the freedom of it, the honesty of it, the *pleasure* of it. And she enjoyed Krillin most of all— her Krillin, her fifteen-inch monk, the man who had somehow built a whole world around a single, magnificent cock. And she enjoyed, most of all, the one rule she'd made for herself: that whatever else happened, whatever madness the group got up to, there was exactly one cock in the world that went inside her.
She looked at him now, across the room, as he lay tangled in the sheets with Chi-Chi and Bulma and Videl, all of them laughing and touching and *living*, and she smiled.
*Not bad*, she thought. *Not bad at all.*