	Makoto Niijima's life was one ruled by routine. Every day she got up, said good morning to her sister, ate breakfast, then left to take the subway to Aoyama-Itchome. Day after day, year after year. She'd even taken a liking to a local boy by the name of Akira Kurusu. Later on, joining him in a shadowy group known as the "Phantom Thieves." Life was simple as it could be for her. At least, that's what she would be thinking a few minutes prior. Right now, Makoto had bigger, thicker things on her mind.

	It was the usual Sunday morning when Makoto took the subway over to Yongen-Jaya to visit Akira at Cafe Leblanc. Upon arrival, she was greeted by neither Sojiro or Akira, with a note left on the counter saying that the two had gone out for groceries and would be back soon, most likely addressed to the local customers. Makoto simply sat down in a booth and opened up her notebook, continuing some notes she'd been taking the night prior for school.

	This tranquility was soon interrupted as a suspect noise was heard coming from the downstairs restroom. Makoto peaked an eyebrow and slowly stood from her chair, making her way past the booths and bar stools, coming up on the restroom.

	shlk.. shlk.. shlk..

	Needless to say, the sounds of what seemed like lotioned hand rubbing across skin were enough to creep out the girl. Especially with what seemed like a smell she couldn't pinpoint emanating from the room. She couldn't even begin to consider what was going on behind the door. Rather than pondering it any longer, Makoto slowly knocked on the door, "Hello? Is anyone in there?" she asked rhetorically, mainly concerned that someone had been hurt.

	The voice that returned was boyish of nature, yet still clearly feminine, "U-Uhm.. M-Makoto!" It was Futaba.

	"Futaba, are you okay?" Makoto asked, "Did you fall? Do you need help?"

	The strange noises continued as Futaba seemed to spend a moment catching her breath, "N-No! I'm f-f-fine!"
	
	It seemed that the moment she heard Makoto's voice, the strange scent emanating from the room intensified. Makoto felt woozy on her feet, cognizant that her judgement was getting hazy. She was, however, able to grab onto the door, "Futaba, I'm c-coming in." Makoto said, feeling her eyelids droop slightly as whatever was coming from behind the door was quickly sapping her brainpower by the second.

	"N-No!" Was all Futaba could say as Makoto slowly creeked open the lock-less bathroom door. It was a good thing she wasn't carrying anything, because the sight behind the door would've been enough to make any normal woman feint.

	Makoto was a woman of science. She believed that everything could be explained in some degree. However, nothing in her studious life could have prepared her for what was within the bathroom. Futaba, sitting in the shower, was currently working her small, almost dainty hands along an absolutely mismatched cock. It was veiny beyond belief, with two feet in length and almost eight inches in diameter, it was an absolutely towering pole of meet, dwarfing the small girl by comparison. Futaba couldn't stop herself, for some reason she was uncharacteristically horny, and she needed to deal with it.

	Primal instincts took over as Futaba hopped up, somehow able to move her massive cock and coconut-sized balls with no issue at all, and took a leap towards Makoto, currently frozen in the doorway. The young girl somehow overpowered Makoto, throwing her down to the bathroom floor. Makoto was given a perfect view as Futaba was now able to lock the door behind them, a massive, towering piece of meat lay before her eyes as Futaba smacked it directly onto Makoto's cheek. She got a whiff of the overwhelming sexual musk and felt her brain practically disconnect from the rest of her body. Futaba, in this position of power, was finally able to realize what had left her so horny.

	Makoto hadn't noticed it, but she'd been growing bigger. Not necessarily in height, but in assets. She'd been eating what seemed like meals fit for slobs, and every single bit of it was going directly back to her bust, ass, and hips. Makoto was a veritable sex goddess, completely unaware of her new goddess-like form. The only person that had taken action, though, was Futaba. Futaba needed this more than she needed anything else. And as Makoto's mind blanked, both of them forgot about anything else in the world but fulfilling the sexual urges between them.

	Futaba pushed forward, causing Makoto to instinctively open her mouth, unable to resist as the musk permeated her mind. There was one thought on her mind - worship this godlike penis. Makoto's eyes focused on the cock in front of her and she began to slide all the way down to the base at all, her primal mindset disabling her gag reflex. It was like with just one whiff of Futaba's musk, her brain had been reprogrammed to that of a cock sleeve. Makoto took her boyfriend's adoptive sister's cock all the way down to the base without a care in the world, her free hands finding spots on Futaba's massive balls, feeling them all over and caressing them, hearing how her massive quantities of seed sloshed around, ready to dump the alpha seed within into any and all wombs they came across.

	Futaba gripped the back of Makoto's head as she started to thrust in and out of her mouth, Makoto's bob cut making for perfect handlebars as she steadily pumped in and out of her friend. She let out a gasp and moan as Makoto's slender yet strong hands squeezed her nuts, practically kneading them, coaxing what she knew would be delicious seed out of them. The two fucked like animals from that point on, yet Futaba never gave in. Her orgasm always seemed right around the corner yet miles away.

	After just a few minutes of this, Makoto seized up in an orgasm without even touching herself, simply from the delicious musk and pleasure of servicing her new purpose in life. Makoto pulled off the massive member for a breath of fresh air, gasping at the chance to inhale more of her beloved musk. Finally, she was rewarded as she saw the first liquid come from Futaba's cock, a small bead of precum. To Makoto's broken mind, this was proof that she'd done her job right, prompting another immediate orgasm. Futaba snapped out of her own little reality and moaned along with Makoto as she experienced a mini-orgasm.
	
	As Makoto would soon figure out, Futaba had never fully orgasmed before. She'd tried and tried and tried, all to no avail. Makoto, eventually coming back to thought, (but never returning fully) had the brilliant idea. A gift like this, such a rare, god-like commodity like Futaba's cock, it had to be shared, she'd said. Ann, Takemi, Kawakami, Sae, Kasumi. Every single one of them would get to experience and service this totem pole of pure dominance. Futaba, smiling, figured that with a harem of all those busty women she'd seen on a daily basis, maybe she'd get the orgasm she'd been wishing for day after day, night after night.