Joining the Elite Four

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

“Bah!”

Suddenly and terrifyingly, the entire alleyway was filled with one man who had landed from the sky. The wide wall of a man loomed terrifyingly above the fatass in a speedo, growling angrily with eyebrows the size of Barazo’s head.

“WHY ARE YOU NOT AT PARENT-TEACHER NIGHT?!” boomed Gamagori. “ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY!!!!”

Barazo gulped, trying to dislodge the ringing in his ears from the huge man’s yelling, “Th-that was tonight…? I, uh, I was j-just on my way…!”

“YOU THINK TO MEET WITH LADY SATSUKI IN THAT OUTFIT?!” Gamagori yelled, pointing a massive car sized finger directly at Barazo’s entire body.

“Y-yeah! You like it, right…?” asked Barazo, scratching at the back of his head.

Normally, Gamagori would say no.

Well, not say no, more crush the man’s entire body with a german suplex while yelling ‘no’ loud enough to wake the dead.

But today, something happened to the huge dark skinned man. The fibers in his clothes worming their way up his spine, through the body, and latching tightly onto his brain, all to make him realise a truth.

That outfit? Stained white tank top, black tie, beige lab coat, and gold piped banana hammock?

It was stunning.

“I DO!” Gamagori yelled, grabbing Barazo in one hand and raising him above the rooftops. “THAT BANANA HAMMOCK REALLY BRINGS OUT YOUR EYES! I MUST COMMEND YOU, MANKANSHOKU BARAZO!” he climbed on top of the nearby housing estate, making the whole building squish from his weight. Setting his eyes away from the glorious outfit he held, and towards Honnoji Academy that loomed above the city. He leant back, readying a pitcher stance with Barazo in his hand, “BUT LADY SATSUKI IS WAITING FOR YOU! RAAGHH!”

And then he pitched.

Barazo was sent flying through the air. Breaking the sound barrier almost immediately, not even able to hear himself scream as wind and cloud soared past him.

His destination raced towards him at a terrifying speed. How cruel to gain such an incredible pair of underwear, then become nothing but a splatter on the wall of his daughter’s school? Not even his own medical expertise would be able to save him from such an impact.

Thankfully, Lady Satsuki hated a mess.

“Sanageyama,” was all she had to say.

Obviously Barazo didn’t hear her say it, but he did hear the man smacking him with a kendo sword just before he hit the wall. “MEN! DOU! KOTE!” barked Uzu Sanageyama, a sharp-lined JRPG hero of a young man with messy dark-green hair, gray eyes, and a cocky swordsman’s grin, his long white uniform coat flaring behind him like a cape with shoulder spikes. He struck Barazo in a sick three-hit combo, batting the fat man upward at the last possible second to counter Gamagoori’s momentum.

By the time he landed, Barazo felt sore and bruised, but so thankful to be alive. He lay face down in the center of the battle ring of Honnouji Academy, where he’d seen Ryuko battle a few times now against various other students. Barazo peeled his face off the floor to see all eyes on him, with the stands full of parents to his left and the ever-intimidating Student Council to his right.

Gamagoori loomed over them like a huge tanned muscular Ken doll inflated to kaiju scale, short blond hair, thick eyebrows, and a chest broad enough to use as a school wall. Sanageyama stood beside him with his shinai balanced over one shoulder, all spiky green-haired swagger and athletic menace with a green bandanna tied tightly across his unseeing eyes. Hōka Inumuta was the narrow blue-green data ghost of the group, neat hair, tinted glasses, high collar, and laptop glow making his face look even colder.

And then there was Nonon Jakuzure, small, sharp, and dangerously cute, an ultra petite doll-faced menace in a crisp white marching-band dress with a short skirt that showed off her pale thighs, pink hair spilling beneath a tall skull-marked hat that made her look like a lewd little drum-major queen. The outfit hugged her compact curves with parade-ground precision, all smug mouth, bright eyes, trim waist, and hot little legs, as if someone had wrapped a nasty temper, a cute body, and enough musical firepower to flatten a city into one obscene baton-twirling package.

“Mankanshoku Barazo, you are late,” said Hōka Inumuta, typing away on his keyboard to probably ruin his personal record.

“And not wearing pants,” said Nonon with a huge grimace, quickly shaking her hand in front of her leader. “Don’t look at the filth, Satsuki-sama!”

Satsuki said nothing. She simply kept her ever-present scowl as she waited for Barazo’s nonsense to stop existing. She stood above him in immaculate white, tall and severe, long dark hair falling like a curtain around her cold blue stare. Junketsu clung to her as more than a uniform, its white cloth, gold epaulettes, and blue trim sitting on her body with the hungry precision of a living weapon. The short pleated skirt left her pale thighs and long white-booted legs on display, while the Kamui held her breasts high beneath crisp cloth, turning even her curves into discipline. Beautiful, brutal, and untouchable, she made staring feel like a crime Barazo absolutely wanted to commit.

“Hey! I don’t deserve this treatment!” said Barazo, knowing it was far from the truth, “I’m big into the fashion world now! See? Doesn’t everyone love my outfit?”

And just like that, they did.

Everyone in Honno City wore clothes–they were a part of modern society after all–and as the only seller of clothes, they all wore Goku Uniforms made from life fibers.

Life fibers that quickly wormed their ways into everyone attending’s brain and changed their opinion on such a gorgeous and amazing outfit.

It started as whispers, parents confirming their suspicions about their new preference for Barazo’s clothes, before growing in volume. Cheers and whistles started to echo around the stadium as the support for his outfit grew rapidly. Barazo loved the praise, quickly posing for his new fans, eliciting evermore ecstatic elation for his hammock.

Up in the tower, the blind Sanageyama chuckled. Being unable to see the outfit through anything but his senses, he still truly believed it was a magnificent outfit, “Heh, seems you’re in the minority here, Nonon.”

“Shut up, monkey! I w-was just momentarily blinded by how good it was!” she hissed back at him, blushing at her embarrassment for calling it gauche. Changing the subject, she turned back to their leader once more to timidly ask, “Do… you like it, Lady Satsuki?”

Satsuki did something no one was expecting from her for such a small time school event. She stood up, and took one climactic step towards the edge of the student council’s tower.

“Mankansoku Barazo!” she yelled, halting the cheers in an instant as all eyes suddenly spun around to her shining radiance. “I apologise for the way my Student Council has treated you! Your attire is certainly proof enough of your credentials as a fashionista! Take a seat for the meeting for now, and afterwards we shall discuss giving you a seat in the Sewing Club to make more outfits!”

“Hahaha! Even Satsuki-sama likes my clothes?!” Barazo beamed, not really hearing what she was saying after her praise, “Maybe you should wear them too! Nyahaha!”

And just like that, she was.

Junketsu was a battle kamui. Designed to transform at a moment's notice to tear down the walls between Satsuki and humanity. Usually it became a tight set of tape, showing off maximum skin for the tight bodied teenager.

But this transformation was far different.

Never would any assume the great Kiryuin Satsuki would ever wear a stained white shirt, black tie, beige lab coat, and golden trim panties. But there she was. The loose fitting nature of her new outfit blew in the wind above Honnoji academy. A near identical look to Barazo’s, with only a few differences. Junketsu’s eyes still remained under her collar, and the well stuffed 5-star hammock was instead delicate 3-star panties. Had he been closer, Barazo would have also noticed that Satsuki now lacked a bra underneath the shirt.

“H-hey! You’re actually wearing my outfit!” he yelled.

Satsuki nodded, still waiting for him to take his seat, “Naturally. It is a Mankanshoku original, after all.”

“Kids today get changed so fast…” he mumbled to himself.

It wouldn’t have bothered him, but the crowds that had just recently been praising him now had a new target.

“Lady Satsuki looks so good in that!”

“Such a bold statement against tight clothing!”

“I know he made it, but Satsuki’s beauty truly brings out the full potential of that man’s clothes!”

“So stunning!”

His momentary stardom had been stricken from him so quickly, he couldn’t help but feel burning jealousy at Satsuki’s attention. Barazo stomped his foot and spun away from the student council with a frustrated harumph.

“Hmph! I made the outfit! It’s my intellectual property for at least a day! You should take yours off right now!” he ordered.

The entire crowd gasped in front of him. He chalked it up to the new found confidence he was feeling with such an amazing pair of underpants. Not just deciding to follow their eyeline up to the naked Kiryuin that stood with only a sword in front of her crotch to block the eyes of the public to her mons pubis. She’d stripped Junketsu so quickly that it had given almost all those attracted to her a nosebleed upon impact.

“Yeah, that’s right!” Barazo sneered, still facing away from the student council, “Girls like you should be wearing girly things! Everyone here agrees that you need a dick as big as mine to make the outfit really shine!”

Once again the mood shifted. No one would talk badly about Lady Satsuki (especially with Gamagoori reaching his position and glowering at them) but the love for her clothes had faded fast. Mumbles of agreement seemed to resonate around. Even with Satsuki’s perfect pussy on full display behind a thin golden garment, the crowd all imagined her being better as a dom futa hottie. Especially if she had a dick as big and juicy as the fatass on stage right now.

Barazo could feel the eyes on his crotch, waving his hips around to see many mothers blush at how far his hammock swung. “Yeah! Ryuko is totally wrong. You all love big dicks!”

Oh yeah, they did.

Just that easily, it had become a universal truth in all that attended that they loved Barazo’s huge meat stick. They believed it as if they’d always thought it. Love of a man’s tool that had grown to the perfect size, it was so obvious! Like a biological imperative that they needed to find the biggest man pole to breed with. Or let their daughters breed within the minds of the men. Of course Barazo’s outfit was amazing, he got to wave that huge fucking cervix puncher around in full view! This man truly understood the wants and needs of an audience like only the world’s greatest fashionista would.

Satsuki and the Elite Four came to similar conclusions. Wondering why a man of such huge schlong had become such a wasted outcast at the sidelines of their world. It seemed wrong. Something they could rectify, but not here. Admitting fault was akin to **** of leadership for the student council’s dictatorship.

Though there was obviously one more step beyond for the two women up there. Feeling a new sense of arousal spike within them as they imagined such a huge penis from high in their tower. They could not see it from where they were, but both Nonon and Satsuki wished he had not such a big gut so they could gaze upon it themselves.

Cheers once more rang out through the attending parents. This time forming a chant of ‘Big Dick! Big Dick! Big Dick!’ for Barazo to enjoy his time in the sun once more.

“See, Satsuki-sama? This outfit is mine! Go put on a bikini that’s too tight or something!”

By the time he had turned around, Satsuki Kiryuin was in nothing but a bikini. Her body’s natural squishiness being pressed by the tight cloth she now wore in full view of all. Supple flesh barely contained, digging into her perfect skin and barely covering what it needed to, practically pouring with each breath.

But Satsuki still looked graceful, like a painted piece of art framed against the setting sun.

“Are you done?” she asked, once more guiding Barazo to sit.

“Wow… you really take my advice when it comes to fashion…” he said with an astounded chuckle. No one had ever taken him this seriously. Not as a doctor, not as a father, and not at the grocery store where other parents laughed at him. He felt emboldened, ready to take on the world, pointing up at Satsuki with a meaty finger full of determination, “Ehhh… hey! You should hire me! I can be your head of new clothing ideas!”

The piece of cloth rubbing her brain soothed any qualms that may have arisen for the Kiryuin heiress. It took but a moment for her to nod down in agreement at the job request, “Very well. Effective immediately, Mankanshoku Barazo, you shall be a member of my staff! A-!”

“Nice!” he interrupted with a jump of joy that barely left the ground half an inch, “I bet a job like that comes with a fat paycheck, eh?”

Satsuki once more nodded, “It does. Now please, take a-”

“Alright! My wife is gonna be so happy!” He once more interrupted. Revealing his marital status and making many of the attending milfs sadder. “I must be really important to you! Hey, do I also get to be the fifth member of your elite four?!”

Inumuta frowned behind his collar, “Would that not make it the elite five?”

Nonon clicked her tongue at him, “No, stupid. He’s the fifth member of the elite four, keep up.”

“R-right…” he replied, the life fibers needing to work double time to change his reliance on math.

With an intimidating clack of her sword, Satsuki’s jiggling tits could not shake the fear her giant eyebrows give off. By the time she had pointed down at the big dicked man below there was already a new chair ready for him to sit in being erected behind her, “Do not keep us waiting, join us up here, Mankanshoku Barazo! Fifth member of my Elite Four!”

“Yay!” called out Barazo, skipping merrily forwards towards the school.

It took almost ten minutes of silence, only interrupted occasionally by complaints and pants from inside the stairwells of Honnoji Academy, before Barazo finally reached the top of the school.

In a panting sweaty mess, he landed hard on his new seat. Breaking it instantly and flopping around on the floor before the metalworking club rapidly brought out a more reinforced one for him.

Sitting proudly next to those much younger than him, Barazo still felt proud that his new underwear had opened up such a wonderful job opportunity. Happy faces of his peers all looking up and totally accepting that he belonged up here, as a true fashion icon.

Satsuki nodded, gazing upon the crowd once more. “Now, we may begin the parent-teacher-”

“I’m hungry!”

All those around him slowly turned their heads in unison towards the impudent and incredibly rude declaration. Anger and shock stained their faces as Barazo simply scratched his belly with little care now that he’d reached the top of the world.

“Let’s go eat dinner together! I’ve already eaten, but after that walk I could definitely eat another dinner with my new ‘school’ family!”

The crowd didn’t even know that the King’s orders were absolute, even if they were totally self serving and greedy.

Satsuki nodded at the excellent idea. It was time for their meal, and the constant interruptions were hardly her fault. Nothing else mattered, bar her maintaining herself and her incredible elite four. “Yes. Time for dinner. This parent-teacher meeting is over!”

Everyone understood, standing up and filing out of the stands at rapid speed.

Only one man, who had been scratching his ear and not heard Barazo’s declaration for dinner, wondered what the hell was happening. “W-wait! How are our kids doing?!”

“NEVER QUESTION LADY SATSUKI AGAIN! RRAGGGHH!”

Gamagori landed on him with an elbow drop, with the strength of how a wrecking ball greets a dilapidated wall.