A New Home For The Mankanshokus

Written in collaboration with Cross C

The Mankanshoku residence was uncharacteristically quiet. The remnants of their chaotic dinner sat on the table, but the usual boisterous energy had been replaced by a tense silence. Ryuko sat in her room. The first night in a long time that no one was trying to peep on her through the windows or various holes in the walls. Despite the calm, she looked both troubled and angry. Arms crossed under her strained yellow pajamas, frowning with her eyes closed as if fighting the very logic of the world itself.

Behind her was a shadowy figure, lurking in the dark, inching ever closer, until-

“I’m still not apologising, Mako.”

The boisterous Mako fell down on her face at the failed attempt to be sneaky. No one could really figure out the logic of ‘sneaking up on her will make her apologise’, but then everything Mako did could be classified as a mystery. Especially when she’d tried everything else to make her friend see her way, “But Ryuko-chan!”

“No.” said Ryuko sternly. “He’s the one who needs to apologise. Then I’ll let him back in.”

Despite her pouting, Ryuko stood firm on her convictions. Remaining perfectly still on her bedroll with arms and legs crossed.

“This is not your house to make such demands, Ryuko. Remember, we are guests.” spoke a voice from the nearby cupboard.

“You shut up too, Senketsu.” she growled, baring her fangs at her school uniform for daring to speak back to her.

“Ryuko-chan is speaking to her clothes again!” said Mako, pointing accusingly, “But she’s still allowed to stay! Let my dad’s big penis back inside!”

Her eyes snapped open, “Mako! It isn’t a normal thing to be saying this about your dad! Kids aren’t supposed to know the size of their dad’s dick!”

“Why not?” asked Mako,the eighteen year old tilting her head in confusion, “My dad always said that he can’t control how big, girthy, and succulent his penis is. Just like you can’t control how your boobs are bigger than Satsuki’s! Besides, he isn’t supposed to be out this late!”

Ryuko was partly blushing and angry at her friend’s nonsense. It wasn’t usually this overtly horny. “Why not? Afraid he’ll find some other eighteen year old to try and fondle?”

“Yes! Plus I think my mom is worried…”

Mako sat her nightgown laden rear on her bed. It was rare for her to look concerned with reality in any way, so seeing Mako biting her thumbnail towards the kitchen area made Ryuko at least raise an eyebrow. Had she been too harsh on Barazo? It was his house that she was allowed to stay in. As annoying, perverted, lecherous, greedy, degenerate, corrupt, prurient, wanton, sinful, and filthy as he could be, there was arguably a good man buried under all that flab… right?

Maybe in another hour or two, if he still hadn’t come back, she’d go and find him to at least kick him back inside the house…

Though strangely, the thought made a shiver run down her spine.

Wait… no, that was just a regular shiver from that cold wind that had picked up… inside the house?

And what was making that strange humming sound?

“Ah! Ryuko! Look!” Mako pointed straight upwards to the sudden lack of roof they had.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

The night sky shone down on Ryuko as the last few planks of wood were ripped from the roof of the residence. They barely had time to register the missing ceiling before the walls started vanishing too. A horde of one and two star students had surrounded the building and were dismantling it with terrifying precision and speed. With the amount of dust and wood chips in the air the assailants to the abode looked like a billowing cartoon dust cloud. Yet the way they were taking the pieces of the house acted most like a ravenous group of piranhas on their prey.

The already tiny Mankanshoku abode was vanishing before their eyes. Ryuko looked to her left to see Sukuyo blinking in confusion in her nightgown, then to her right to see Guts pissing on a now vanished wall, then behind her to see Mataro pissing in a now vanished toilet.

“Oi! Give Mako back her house!” Ryuko yelled, standing up and grabbing at her uniform hanging on the cupboard. “Let’s go, Senketsu!” she said, swiping the air at where her cupboard was. “Eh? Senketsu?”

It wasn’t like there were that many items to take, so by the time she’d stood up the house had only the floorboards left to rip up.

Mako placed her hands on her face in panic, “Ah! Our house is gone! I’m going to catch a cold before school tomorrow! Achoo!”

“Hey! Who the hell is taking my stuff?! I had dirty magazines under my pillow, dammit!” Mataro barked, accompanied quickly by Gut’s actual barking as well. “WOAH!”

“Mataro!” Sukuyo exclaimed as her son was scooped up by one of the many students. She had but a second to be concerned for him before she was similarly scooped up by two men who held her kneeling form delicately above their heads. “Oh my!”

“Guts!” said Guts, being carried hastily away also.

Ryuko had had enough, slamming her foot on the ground and grabbing a two-star student by the collar. “What the hell is this?! Who are you and why are you ripping this house apart?!”

“O-orders by Lady Satsuki.”

That made her grind her teeth even more, “Her beef is with me! I thought she had some dignity to at least leave Mako alone!”

“Ah! Ryuko-chan! I’m being taken by strange men into the night! I think this was in one of my brother’s dirty magazineeeeesssss!”

Ryuko reached out towards her best friend that was disappearing rapidly into the distance, “MAKO!” she exclaimed before her own body was scooped up by several men and taken the same direction. “WOAH! PUT ME DOWN ASSHOLES!”

Despite her latent strength and rage, a Senketsuless Ryuko couldn’t actually overpower multiple one/two star Goku uniform wearers. So while she kicked and thrashed she could do nothing to stop them dragging her away into the night.

She could only watch on as she was marched rapidly up towards the school academy. The trail of house pieces and Mankanshoku members littering the trail in front of her, like a bizarre line of ants climbing the highway upwards. Higher and higher they climbed.

When they reached the school entrance there seemed to be a strange temporary spiral stairway. A sign above it reading ‘Construction Club Work Zone’ that had the line of house carriers all pouring into. Ryuko had no idea what was happening, and her vision was marred even more when the men carrying her went up the staircase. The walls spiraled, the lights raced past her, all before she was tossed forwards into-

…

…into exactly where she was five minutes ago.

“Huh?” she asked, blinking in confusion at the sudden appearance of the perfectly reconstructed Mankanshoku residence. Mako and Senketsu included. “Huh?? What… did that really just happen?”

Senketsu sounded just as confused, his one eye swirling, “I… I almost can’t believe it did…”

Ryuko raced to the window and stared in disbelief out of it.

The house had been completely moved–right down to the specs of dust and outward piss stains–to atop Honnoji Academy’s right pillar. A blast of wind rushed past her black and red locks as she stared upon the grand view of the massive school grounds, protective walls, and beyond that the whole city they’d left behind below. The wooden shack looked completely out of place atop the prestigious academy, like a bizarre lump had suddenly grown out of big brother’s watchful eye.

“Wow! I guess I won’t be late for school anymore!” said Mako, her mouth an O in casual surprise while she excitedly looked around with a saluting hand atop her forehead.

“This is insane…” Ryuko muttered, “Why did Satsuki move us here? Is it to keep a more watchful eye on me?”

“Nah, it’s ‘cause I work here now.”

Ryuko jumped at the man that had never managed to sneak up on her once, ever, standing there silently next to the reconstructed house.

Mako jumped out of the window to wrap her arms around Barazo’s neck, “Dad! You’re still alive!”

“More than just that, Mako-chan! Your old man has really gone up in the world since you last saw him!” he beamed with pride.

“Wow! Have you finally become the Prime Minister of Japan?!”

“Better! I’m Lady Satsuki’s new fashion consultant!”

Ryuko was so confused it was physically hurting her, “F-fashion… consultant…?”

“Nice work, dad!”

“I’m so proud of you, dear.”

“Guts! Guts!”

The three other members of the family had slid in from seemingly nowhere. All now standing in front of their reconstructed house while praising the man that had brought them there. Ryuko felt like she was taking crazy pills. How could anyone hire that fat slob as a fashion consultant? Let alone Satsuki Kiryuin?!

Sukuyo placed her hand on her husband’s shoulder, “Does this mean we’re getting more money?”

“Yes! I’m a really big deal now, dear!” he beamed. “I could ask anything of my new boss, so I thought I’d move our house to a much better location! You always said you wanted a room with a view!”

“How thoughtful of you,” she smiled at him, smelling something telltale on the wind but saying nothing of it presently.

Mataro tilted his head, “Did she not let you ask for a bigger house as well?”

“I-!” he started, mouth agape for a second before adding, “I didn’t think of that.”

Mako continued to pet his arm proudly, “My dad is a fashion consultant and I never knew! Wait… Ryuko-chan! Am I in trouble if my dad has a better fashion sense than me?!”

She was a little too stunned to properly respond. Shaking her head at the scene while still leaning out the window, “How did you ever…?” Ryuko began, eyes drifting lower as she remembered the reason he was kicked out in the first place. “...is that new underwear?”

“Mmhmm! Everyone loves this new banana hammock of mine!” Barazo proudly boasted, hands upon his hips as he presented himself to his family.

Even the most basic of clothing all had the same life fibers locked away deep inside. Clothes that would always control the masses through a simple unlock. Even the dog’s hoodie. The family he loved had been initially a little weirded out by their father’s new black and golden thong (though they’d seen him in worse), but now they were enamoured with the outfit. The worming effects on their psyche meant that no one could resist the-

“Well I don’t.”

Barazo blinked.

His family were all staring at him like he was wearing the banana hammock of God himself.

Yet Ryuko just frowned at him.

He had become the ultimate alpha. Taken over the school, moved his family to the top of the world, fucked the most powerful woman in the whole city, yet Ryuko still looked at him like he was scum.

Somehow, this only made him want her more.

Neither really realised what was happening, of course. Barazo had no clue that his underwear had powers, he just thought that people liked them. And Ryuko was so used to the bizarre reality she was in where nothing properly made sense that she didn’t know her life fiber enriched body was resisting the five star mind control. Something was gnawing at her senses, but it wasn’t able to fully take control of her brain, only sway it.

“I don’t know why Satsuki is doing this to you. To me. But I don’t like it. Me and her are gonna have a little chat tomorrow about all this ‘new job’ bs.”

Mataro clicked his tongue disapprovingly at her, “You told him to get new underwear and he did! Then he even got a super high paying job! Our family doesn’t have a lot to go biting the hand that feeds us, you know!”

“What do you have to do for your new job, dear?” asked Sukuyo, ignoring Ryuko’s rage.

He puffed up his chest, “I get to pick out what the students wear every day! Tomorrow? Sexy maid outfits!”

“Alright dad!” Mataro exclaimed, jumping up to give his father a high-five. “I’ll still skip school so I don’t have to wear that, but I am SO peeking in to look at all the sexy maids!”

“What?! They aren’t going to make the WHOLE student body wear maid outfits!” Ryuko snapped, “No one is going to go along with that!”

Mako was jumping around in circles in a panic, “Mom! Dad! I don’t own a maid outfit! What do I do?! Am I gonna get in trouble again?!”

“It does seem a bit of an oversight, dear…” said Sukuyo, placing a hand on her face. “I could sew something together…”

“No need! I’m a big deal now!” Barazo chortled, his large belly shaking as he slapped it proudly. “Even Lady Satsuki does what I say! Everyone finally realises how cool I am thanks to my big penis!” he turned around to the void behind him, “Hey! Construction guys! Make my house bigger!”

In a blur similar to what stole their shack originally, the Mankanshoku residence was quickly overtaken by a cloud of students once more. The screams of Ryuko could be heard as she huddled in fear from the bizarre motions again, but they were misplaced.

As she rose from the floor she could see that the place she was standing in had doubled in size!

Well… it was a tiny shack to begin with, so the change wasn’t monumental. But it did seem that now everyone got a proper room each–including a proper sized kitchen and bathroom–apart from her and Mako who were still sharing.

“See? I am good, aren’t I?”

Ryuko still just felt angry. Maybe it was jealousy or just rage at the world, “How the hell are you doing this?!”

“Nice! My own room! No more sleeping outside or on Ryuko’s clothes for me!” Mataro cheered, “That still doesn’t give Mako a maid outfit though.”

“I was getting there,” said Barazo, turning his attention to his daughter. “I bet the sewing people are close too! All I have to do is close my eyes… and say SEXY MAID OUTFIT!”

Only Ryuko could comprehend the action that had happened in a way that didn’t seem perfectly normal.

And she was just really fucking confused.

It really looked like Mako’s outfit just… changed. Her pure white hand-me-down night gown had contorted and morphed around her body. Changing colour, size, and shape, all into making Mako look exactly like Barazo had commanded.

It looked more like a maid one piece than a dress. Starting at her pussy, the frills traced up her thighs to her hips, creating a perfect and incredibly tight V on her crotch to the point that anyone could see the outline of her lips. Speaking of V’s, Mako’s ample chest was on full display. Cupped barely underneath, they looked like a single raise of her arms would reveal her nipples to the world. Combined with a collar, head piece, and frilly wrist guards, she really did seem to have nailed the maid outfit aesthetic.

And Mako didn’t seem to mind one iota.

“Thanks Dad!” said Mako, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before heading back inside, “Look Ryuko, I’m a sexy maid now!”

“...you…” she responded, blinking in confusion before looking around the area. “Was that really the sewing club…?”

Sukuyo kissed her husband’s other vast cheek, “Thank you, honey. Maybe my new big time husband can ask his boss to give me one of those sexy maid outfits too? Then you can ‘tell’ me everything you did with Lady Satsuki, hm?” she purred quietly into his ear. Giving his lovely new hammock a quick squeeze when neither of her kids were watching (but Ryuko was).

“I’m SURE that can be arranged!” he roared, picking up his wife in a bridal carry and declaring, “Come on family! Let’s all go to sleep!”

“YEAH!”

“But-”

Ryuko had no chance to respond, or ask follow up questions, or anything. The doors of the Mankanshoku residence all suddenly shut at the same time.

Without anywhere else to go, Ryuko just sat down on her bed, bewildered, “What the hell is happening…?”

After the door to Barazo and Sukuyo’s bedroom slammed shut, there was silence for exactly three seconds. Then Sukuyo threw both arms around her husband’s neck and kissed him like she had been waiting all night to stop being polite.

“Mmf!”

Barazo stumbled back, eyes bulging as his wife pressed her soft body against his. Her warm tits flattened against his stained shirt, her belly pushed into his belly, and her thighs rubbed against the obscene gold-trimmed pouch of the King’s Regalia. Sukuyo Mankanshoku was all gentle smiles and warm soup at the dinner table, but behind a bedroom door she became something much closer to her husband’s proper match.

Lusty. Loud. Shameless.

Her hands clawed at his shirt. Buttons popped. Fabric tore. Barazo grabbed at her nightgown with both hands, and it came apart so easily it might as well have been waiting for permission.

RIP!

“Oh my,” Sukuyo giggled, already breathless, standing there in torn cloth with her big soft breasts spilling free and her hair half-fallen from its bun. “My big important husband is so rough tonight.”

“I’m a fashion consultant now!” Barazo crowed.

“That’s right,” she purred, licking into his mouth again. “And my fashion consultant husband smells like another woman.”

Barazo froze.

Sukuyo grabbed the front of his Regalia and squeezed the thick shape inside.

“Lady Satsuki,” she whispered, smiling against his lips. “You really fucked her?”

Barazo’s grin went stupid.

“Sure did. No condom either.”

Sukuyo’s eyes gleamed.

“This town has been cruel, never giving back what we put in, or letting Mako thrive… but I knew you were born for big things. You just needed the right push…” her hands roamed down his body, lightly hooking her thumbs over his underwear for just a moment with a grin on her face, “And now? My husband fucked Lady Satsuki Kiryuin.”

“On the table,” a single girthy finger ran up her stomach, landing just above her bellybutton, “this deep.”

Her smile widened.

“Then fuck me like you did her.”

They did not even reach the bed properly.

Sukuyo turned, planted both hands on the mattress, and pushed her big ass back toward him with a needy little wiggle. Her torn nightgown hung around her waist. Her tits swayed beneath her. Her pussy was already wet and ready, shamelessly slick from the thought of her fat, slobby husband coming home powerful, promoted, and smelling like conquest.

Barazo yanked the Regalia down just enough to free himself.

His cock slapped out heavy.

Sukuyo looked back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, mouth open.

“There’s my husband.”

Barazo grabbed her hips and shoved in.

PLAP.

Sukuyo’s eyes crossed instantly.

“Ohhh, honey!”

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

There was nothing graceful about it. No slow seduction. No delicate buildup. Barazo fucked like a boar that had found the last warm sow in winter, belly bouncing, balls slapping, thick hands digging into Sukuyo’s hips while he pounded her over the mattress. His fat body rocked behind her. Her soft ass rippled every time he slammed into it.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

“Yes!” Sukuyo cried, loud enough that the new walls immediately proved they were not much better than the old ones. “Yes, Barazo! Fuck your wife!”

Outside the room, Ryuko went rigid.

Inside, Sukuyo’s tongue lolled out as her face went stupid with pleasure, eyes rolling, cheeks pink, hair falling loose around her face. She was still pretty in that warm housewife way, but now she was pretty like a dirty secret, panting and drooling while her husband battered her pussy from behind.

“My big husband!” she cried. “My filthy husband! My successful husband!”

Barazo’s chest puffed up so hard he nearly wheezed himself unconscious.

“Damn right! My slutty! Whore! WIFE!”

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

Sukuyo came fast.

Her body seized, ass pushing back against him, pussy clamping down while she let out a broken, happy cry into the mattress. Barazo lasted barely a breath longer before he shoved deep and came too, groaning like a wounded animal as his balls jerked and emptied into his wife.

For a moment, they stayed like that.

Barazo panted over her, cock still buried, belly pressed to her lower back.

Sukuyo sighed sweetly.

Then she pushed her hips back.

Barazo twitched.

“Oh?”

She looked back, face flushed and pleased, lips wet, eyes still a little crossed.

“You said you fucked Lady Satsuki on the table.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And did she act all proud while taking you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did she try to keep that beautiful serious face while my husband’s big cock ruined her?”

Barazo’s cock stirred inside her again.

Sukuyo felt it and giggled.

“My, my. You really did like that.”

“She tried to act like she was in charge,” Barazo said, starting to rut again with short, needy thrusts. “But she loved it. Loved my dick. Loved my balls. Loved my belly too. No amount of angry big eyebrow scowling could hide all that pleasure she felt!”

Sukuyo moaned as he picked up speed.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

“That’s good,” she gasped. “A powerful woman should know what my husband can do.”

“You’re not jealous?”

Sukuyo laughed, then cried out as he hit deep.

“Jealous? Honey, you came home harder.”

PLAP.

“Richer.”

PLAP.

“Promoted.”

PLAP.

“And you put our house on top of the school for me.”

She arched her back, presenting herself even more.

“If Lady Satsuki helped make you this much of a man, then I should thank her.”

“Maybe next time I’ll get you in there with me,” Barazo grinned, “Fuck that young slut together.”

“Oh honey, I’d so very much love to watch the town’s ruler suck your big fat cock after it’s been covered in my pussy juice. If you can do that, I’ll forgive you for forgetting our anniversary for the last ten years.”

“DEAL!”

Barazo made a strangled noise and started humping faster, rutting into her with renewed animal pride.

Sukuyo buried her face in the mattress and screamed happily into it.

Outside the room, Ryuko slapped both hands over her ears, her face burning hotter than a dying star.

“I AM NOT HEARING THIS.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, but the rhythmic slapping and moaning echoed effortlessly through the thin walls of their shared bedroom. Desperate for any kind of distraction, she opened one eye and glanced across the room toward her best friend's futon.

It didn't help.

Mako lay in a careless, sprawling mess, the thin blanket kicked entirely off her nubile body. The moonlight spilled over her flushed skin, highlighting her plush, ice-cream-scoop tits and the soft, generous curve of her hips. But what made Ryuko's brain completely short-circuit was where Mako's hand was.

Her nightgown was flipped up, and Mako was absently, brazenly playing with her own pussy. Her fingers slipped over her slick folds in a lazy, practiced rhythm, completely unfazed by the raucous concert next door. In fact, her hips gave a little twitch in perfect time with the heavy PLAPs echoing from the master bedroom, as if her parents' screaming marathon was just a normal, everyday acoustic stimulant for her own sleepy self-pleasure.

From Mako’s lips came a drowsy, contented mumble.

“See, Ryuko-chan? I told you Mom really appreciates Dad's large penis…” Mako sighed happily, her fingers sliding deeper as she squirmed against the futon.

Ryuko’s entire face turned the color of Senketsu's scarlet tie.

“STOP DOING THAT AND GO TO SLEEP, MAKO!”

Suddenly there was a slamming of a different kind against the wall, as Barazo’s voice barked through the thin plaster, “Hey! Keep it down in there you two! I’m trying to fuck my wife in here!” Inside the master bedroom, the plapping only got louder.

Ryuko could only bury her face deeper into her pillow to escape the world’s lewdities.

Only Senketsu’s mental voice could be heard over the noise, “It’s late, Ryuko. You should get some sleep too.”

She gave a long exhale towards her clothes, “...something weird is going on around here, Senketsu. And I plan to get to the bottom of it.”