Two and a Half-Some

Alvida had me on the bed before the cabin door finished slamming shut.

Her mouth crushed against mine, hot and hungry, while both hands attacked my clothes with the impatience of a pirate tearing open stolen cargo. Buttons flew across the blankets. She shoved my shirt from my shoulders, dragged it down my arms, then seized my trousers and pulled hard enough to make the bed ropes groan beneath us. Her enormous breasts pressed against my chest, soft and heavy, their weight shifting whenever she moved. Each roll of the ship made them sway between us, and when she climbed farther over me, her broad hips and magnificent ass rose into the sunlight pouring through the stern windows.

“You changed Buggy,” she murmured against my mouth. Her fingers found my belt buckle and ripped the tongue free. “I remember that ridiculous cock embarrassing him for years now. I remember crewmen chasing it through the rigging, women luring it away with their tits, and Buggy threatening to flog it for insubordination.” Her eyes narrowed as her hand slipped beneath my loosened waistband. “I also remember that none of those things had happened until you opened your mouth.”

The contradiction would have broken most people’s concentration. Alvida held both histories through sheer stubbornness, even though the new one felt older, broader, and more natural. It had already supplied her with dozens of memories I would never receive. She could not resist being changed, but she had become remarkably good at knowing when I changed her (so long as I said the words in front of her which was... at least half of the time...).

For a moment, I forgot the heat of her hand inside my trousers.

I had spoken one sentence.

That was all.

A sentence, and Buggy’s cock had gone from an ordinary piece of his Chop-Chop body into something that behaved as though it were alive. It wanted things now. It disobeyed him, chased women, sulked, struck him, and carried a reputation stretching backward through years that had never existed until I gave them shape. I had not grown nerves inside it or changed the physics of Buggy’s Fruit, yet somehow I had created the closest thing it could have to a mind, complete with habits, instincts, and a history everyone else remembered.

The sheer scale of it made my skin prickle.

I had brought a man’s penis to life with a joke.

Not truly alive, perhaps, but alive enough to embarrass its owner, choose where it wanted to go, and fight for the attention of the woman beneath me. The earrings had taken one stupid line and buried it so deeply into the world that even Alvida could barely hold onto the knowledge that things had ever been different.

Power like that should have frightened me more than it did.

Instead, I felt my mouth curl against hers.

I caught her lower lip between my teeth. Her smile held the proud, wicked approval of a proper pirate who had just watched her man rob somebody without drawing a blade. “He practically begged me to do it.”

“He bragged about his cock.” She shoved my trousers down my thighs and wrapped one hand around the heavy erection rising between us. “You gave the boast a personality and turned it against him. Cruel, ridiculous, and useful. I knew there was a reason I kept you.”

Her grip and the naked heat of her body finished what her kiss had started. My cock hardened rapidly in her hand, thickening until its weight made her wrist dip. When she released it, the long shaft slapped against my stomach before rising again, while my balls hung full and heavy between my spread thighs. Alvida looked down with naked possession in her eyes. She shifted onto her back and drew her knees apart, her huge breasts rolling across her chest as she arched. The movement lifted her hips from the mattress and presented every polished curve of her body, from the fat corks of her nipples to the broad flare of her hips and the smooth round swell of her ass.

Buggy’s detached cock had been circling the bed throughout all of this, diving toward Alvida whenever it saw an opening. It made another eager charge the moment she spread her legs.

I rose naked onto my knees between them. My erection hung forward with obscene weight, swaying above her stomach and tits as the ship rolled, while Alvida reached up and ran both hands over my chest. Buggy’s living dildo shot past my shoulder, aiming straight for the place she had offered me.

I snatched it out of the air by the shaft.

The thing bucked furiously in my fist. Alvida’s breasts shook with her laughter as she lay beneath me.

For one awkward second, the joke stopped being funny. I was holding another man’s cock. My shoulders tightened before I could stop them, and I nearly released it on instinct. Buggy’s disobedient equipment twisted in my fist, still trying to reach Alvida, while she watched my reaction with open amusement.

I flipped my captive upside down and inspected the place where Buggy’s power had separated it from the rest of him. There was no blood, wound, or grisly glimpse inside. The base ended in smooth, perfectly sealed skin, as clean as one of his detached wrists. That made the situation considerably easier to stomach.

Besides, I had been thinking about it incorrectly. This was captured pirate equipment. Buggy had swaggered into the chart room intending to steal my woman, boasted about what he would do with her, and handed me the perfect means of humiliating him. I had effectively stolen his cock without drawing a weapon.

The thought made me laugh.

“What?” Alvida asked. She had shifted farther back against the pillows, one smooth thigh raised and the other falling open, the position unhurried despite the wet shine between her legs. Her chin stayed lifted, but her gaze had dropped to my hands, and the way her fingers pressed into the sheet told me she had already decided she wanted the joke tested on her body.

“I just realized Buggy came in there trying to steal you,” I said, tightening my fist around the loose skin at the base of his scrotum. “Now I’m holding the part he planned to use, and he only gets inside you if I put him there.”

Alvida’s mouth curved. She looked from Buggy’s trapped cock to my face, then let her eyes travel down my body with cool, proprietary approval. “That is a much better arrangement. He wanted the privilege without earning it.”

“He still gets to feel it.”

“He can consider that his consolation prize.” Her voice remained smooth, but her hips shifted against the silk, and the movement spread her thighs another inch. “You decide what he feels, how deep he goes, and when he is allowed to stop. That seems fair.”

“Fair to who?”

“To me.” She brushed one hand over the rounded weight of her breast, thumb circling the hard nipple without taking her eyes from the cock in my grip. “He wanted to impress me. You wanted to punish him. I get another toy. Everyone receives something.”

I laughed again and closed my fist more firmly. Buggy’s heavy, hairy sack compressed inside my grip, forcing both fat testicles to bulge beneath my knuckles. The shaft projected forward like the barrel of an obscene pistol, thick and rigid, with veins twisting toward the swollen red head. Buggy’s cock bucked indignantly, trying to wrench itself toward Alvida.

“Hold still,” I told it, then slapped the shaft into my open palm.

It landed with a fleshy smack, bounced, and immediately twisted toward Alvida again. She laughed harder, her massive breasts rolling across her chest as she shifted against the pillows.

“I think it likes me,” she said.

“It has terrible judgment. Look who it spent most of its life attached to.”

I turned it upright and held it beside my own erection. Buggy was impressive by ordinary standards. His ten inches could have humiliated most of his crew, but beside my eighteen-and-a-quarter inches, his famous equipment looked like the smaller model a merchant kept on display when the proper merchandise was too valuable to leave unattended. My shaft hung nearly twice as long and thicker through the middle, heavy enough to sway over Alvida’s whole body whenever the Big Top rolled.

Alvida examined the difference with grave attention, as if judging two swords offered by competing merchants. “How unfortunate.”

Buggy’s shaft jerked in my grip.

“For him?” I asked.

“For the little one.” She reached between us and stroked one finger along my underside, never touching Buggy. “It seems proud of itself.”

I knocked Buggy’s erection against mine. The smaller shaft bounced away from the impact, recoiled, then swung back as though demanding another attempt.

“At Kaya’s mansion, he made this sound like a legendary weapon,” I said. “I’m surprised it didn’t come with its own introduction.”

“It probably did. You stopped listening.”

The comparison gave me an unkind picture of what would have happened if Buggy had gotten his way in the chart room. Alvida liked long strokes and hated being given half measures. Buggy might have filled an ordinary woman impressively, but with Alvida he would have spent the entire performance trying not to slip out whenever he drew his hips back.

Alvida read enough of that thought in my face to smile. “Are you feeling threatened?”

“By this?” I shook my captured prize. Its scrotum bulged around my fist while the shaft swung helplessly above her. “No. I’m deciding how to use the loot.”

“Then stop posing with it and make yourself useful,” Alvida said. She planted one foot against my hip and pushed. I shifted backward on my knees, more amused than displaced, while she settled deeper into the pillows and opened herself to me with the imperious confidence of a woman receiving tribute. Buggy’s captured equipment strained in the same direction, forcing me to tighten my grip around its base.

“Put the toy to work,” she ordered.

I knelt between her parted legs, gripping the fleshy pistol handle of Buggy’s balls. I leaned forward and dragged the bulbous, bright red head of the clown’s cock straight through Alvida’s soaking wet folds. The frictionless glide of her Devil Fruit skin offered zero resistance, turning her cunt into a perfectly polished tunnel of boiling heat. I dragged the red tip directly over her swollen clitoris, teasing her mercilessly, refusing to give her the depth she craved.

"Put it inside," Alvida demanded, her breath hitching as she arched her back into the silk sheets.

"You really want the clown’s little dick?" I mocked, pushing just the bright red head past her slick lips before immediately withdrawing it.

"Stop playing and use the damn toy," she growled, her nails digging into the mattress.

Satisfied with her submission, I drove my arm forward, burying Buggy’s full ten inches deep into Alvida’s hot box. I began to pump my arm in a steady, driving rhythm, gripping the balls and base to force the detached shaft in and out of her slick, frictionless cunt. The fleshy dildo emerged wet and glossy under the lantern light before sliding smoothly back into the impossible heat. I savored the perverse reality of the situation; Buggy was currently feeling the magnificent, flawless grip of Alvida's body wrapped tightly around him, yet he had absolutely zero agency. Every thrust, every angle, every agonizingly slow withdrawal belonged entirely to me.

Out on the sun-baked main deck of the Big Top, Captain Buggy stood before the ship's mast, aggressively waving his white-gloved hands as he supervised the Superhuman Domingos’ acrobatic rehearsal. His crew members were busy balancing on towering stacks of barrels, and Buggy was determined to project the aura of a fearless, flamboyant leader.

"Flashier! Keep your core tight, you miserable excuses for performers!" Buggy bellowed, his voice echoing across the rigging. "If you drop those flaming torches on my deck, I'll chop you into so many pieces you'll-!"

Buggy’s voice abruptly cut out as a phantom wave of wet, boiling, frictionless heat swallowed his lower half.

His knees instantly buckled. His spine arched backward as a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity shot through his pelvis, forcing his hips to jerk violently forward against the salty air. He clamped his jaw shut, his painted face flushing a brilliant, horrified crimson as he realized exactly what was happening inside the captain's cabin. He dug his boots into the deck, gripping the wooden railing with a white-knuckled vice, desperately trying to lock his traitorous body in place.

"Captain?" Cabaji asked, lowering his sword and eyeing Buggy’s sudden, rigid posture. "Is the... ah... is the parrot acting up again?"

Buggy’s head snapped toward his first mate, his eyes wild with a mixture of sheer panic and furious denial.

"The parrot is fine!" Buggy shrieked, his hips snapping forward again as the detached manhood was violently pumped into slick depths. "I am merely... demonstrating the proper rhythmic balance required for nautical acrobatics! Pay attention to my pelvic alignment, you flashy idiots!"

Back in the dim warmth of the cabin, I grew tired of playing with my captured loot. With a final, mocking twist of my wrist, I yanked Buggy’s cock free from Alvida’s dripping folds. The sudden absence left her whining in protest, but I immediately silenced her by shifting my weight and replacing the toy with my own towering, eighteen-inch fuckstaff.

The profound difference was instantaneous and magnificent. Alvida let out a sharp, high-pitched scream of genuine ecstasy as my massive girth stretched her polished walls to their absolute limits. My cockhead punched into her, bypassing where the clown had bottomed out, submerging the bloated cockhead deep into her fertile womb. I braced my hands alongside her head and began to relentlessly pound into her, establishing a brutal, rhythmic pace that made the heavy oak bed frame groan.

“Yes, fuck, that’s it!” Alvida cried, her composure finally splintering as my cock drove to the bottom of her. Her head rolled back against the pillows, breasts heaving with every ragged breath while her thighs tightened around my hips. “That’s the real cock. Bury it in me.”

I lost myself in fucking her. My hands locked around her hips and hauled her into each thrust, driving eighteen inches through her slick, stretched cunt while the cabin filled with the wet, heavy slap of our bodies meeting. Her enormous breasts bounced across her chest with every piston of my hips, rising, colliding, and spilling apart again as I drove her deeper into the mattress. Buggy’s discarded cock hovered near her shoulder, twitching for attention, but it had become little more than clutter at the edge of the bed.

Alvida reached for it almost absently, never taking her eyes from me. She caught the floating cock by its balls, pulled it across her chest, and trapped the shaft between her breasts. One arm folded beneath them and crushed the heavy globes together, holding Buggy’s cock snugly in the deep, sweat-slick valley. She simply held it there and let me do the work. Each hard thrust rocked her body across the sheets, making her tits sway and grind around the trapped shaft, sliding up toward the swollen red head before dropping back toward the base whenever my hips struck hers. Buggy’s cock throbbed helplessly between them while Alvida barely glanced down, too occupied with the massive cock pounding through her pussy to give the smaller toy more than that lazy pressure.

When its leaking head bobbed close enough to her mouth, she turned her face and closed her lips around it as an afterthought. Her tongue rolled once beneath the crown, and she sucked with slow, distracted pulls while I continued hammering into her, each impact jolting the cock farther between her lips and making her breasts squeeze it tighter. She sucked on the bulbous tip with casual, distracted indifference, her cheeks hollowing rhythmically while she kept her primary focus entirely on the massive bull-meat currently wrecking her cunt from below.

Up on the quarterdeck, Buggy was desperately attempting to inspect the main halyard, pretending to review a navigational chart while a group of deckhands milled around nearby.

The sudden, suffocating pressure of two impossibly soft, massive breasts crushing his shaft hit him like a physical blow, followed by the wet, hot suction of a perfectly smooth mouth sealing over his head.

Buggy let out a strangled, undignified wail. He threw his head back, his hips violently and involuntarily humping the empty air in a rapid, frantic rhythm that matched the sucking mouth perfectly. He grabbed the ship's wooden steering wheel, dry-humping the polished spokes in front of his deeply uncomfortable crew.

"Captain, please!" Mohji yelled, covering his eyes while Richie the lion whined in confusion. "You have to train that bird! It's distressing the men!"

"I AM CALIBRATING THE HELM!" Buggy screamed, tears of absolute, overwhelming stimulation streaming down his painted face as he aggressively thrust his pelvis into the unyielding wood. "THE WIND RESISTANCE REQUIRES A FLASHY, PELVIC COUNTER-BALANCE! DO NOT QUESTION MY METHODS!"

Down below, the dynamic in the cabin shifted as I rolled onto my back, pulling Alvida with me. She happily straddled my hips, taking my massive cock deep inside her and establishing her own bouncing, rolling rhythm. Her thick thighs bracketed my waist, her round ass slapping heavily against my pelvis while she rode me with sweaty, arrogant authority.

Hovering just a few inches away, Buggy’s disobedient cock twitched eagerly in the air. Alvida let out a throaty laugh, reaching behind her back. She caught the detached cock by the balls and guided the bright red head directly toward her puckered asshole. She rubbed the slick, pre-cum covered tip against the tight ring of muscle, then forcefully pressed it inside, breaching her second hole while I remained buried to the hilt in her pussy.

The moment she let go, the severed cock required no further instruction. Driven by the perverse autonomy of the Normality, Buggy’s cock happily began fucking her ass all by itself, thrusting independently with rapid, eager desperation.

The sensation of the double penetration was obscene and glorious. I could feel the frantic, rapid tapping of Buggy’s smaller cock pressing against the thin wall of flesh separating her ass from her pussy. The contrast only fueled my ego; the frantic little toy fluttering in her rear merely served to highlight the deep, unyielding anchor of my own massive shaft filling her baby sack.

"Look at this useful little toy," Alvida panted, her breasts heaving as she rode my massive length. "It just makes you feel even bigger inside me, Tsujo. Fills up the empty space perfectly."

The dual, frictionless friction pushed her rapidly toward the edge. Alvida threw her head back, a soul-crushing orgasm tearing through her body. Her cunt clamped down with vice-like strength around my cock, sucking me in all the way to the root, while her ass simultaneously contracted violently around Buggy’s trapped shaft.

"I'M CUMMING!" I roared, slamming my whole body upward.

I emptied myself deep inside her, eighteen inches of raw meat blasting shot after shot of chunky, virile sperm straight to the back of her womb. The thick plumes of jizz erupted upward into her guts, piling up in a lumpy mound that drowned her ovaries.

The brutal, crushing contractions pushed the clown right over the edge.

Out on the deck, Buggy completely lost his remaining shreds of dignity. He collapsed onto his knees in front of the entire crew, his hips violently humping the empty air in a blinding blur of desperate friction. He screamed, a long, high-pitched wail of total surrender, shooting phantom loads into the salty breeze as his detached cock simultaneously erupted deep inside Alvida’s ass.

Alvida remained firmly seated on both cocks, riding out the heavy, pulsing aftershocks, greedily taking my thick creampie in her cunt while Buggy's pathetic load filled her rear.

When the spasms finally subsided, Buggy’s detached cock slipped from her asshole. It fell onto the silk sheets completely limp, wet, incredibly sticky, and utterly exhausted. Alvida glanced down at the deflated toy, giving it a dismissive nudge with her knee.

"Good boy," she mocked, treating the clown's absolute humiliation as nothing more than a successful product review. With a careless flick of her wrist, she tossed the limp, sticky cock toward the cabin door, allowing it to float lazily back to its rightful owner.

Up on the main deck, Buggy was sprawled flat on his back, his clown makeup smeared and his chest heaving as he desperately tried to recover some semblance of his captain’s pride. The crew was busy scrubbing the deck with intense, exaggerated focus, absolutely refusing to make eye contact with their ruined leader.

Slowly, the limp, sticky, profoundly exhausted penis floated over the railing. It drifted down and gently nuzzled against Buggy’s sweating cheek, smelling strongly of ass and slick pirate pussy, behaving exactly like an affectionate, highly disobedient parrot seeking forgiveness.

"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU TRAITOROUS BIRD!" Buggy exploded, slapping the limp organ away as he scrambled backward across the deck. "MUTINY! BETRAYAL! I'LL HAVE YOU COURT-MARTIALED! I'LL HAVE YOU KEELHAULED! IF ANYONE LOOKS AT THIS BIRD, I'LL FLAY THEM ALIVE!"

From behind a stack of hardtack crates, Mort's two crude sock-puppets slowly popped up over the wooden rim.

"Well," the mustachioed puppet squeaked to its lizard companion. "I’ve seen some disastrous finales in my time, but never one where the headliner got upstaged by his own private parts."

"True," the lizard puppet rasped, nodding sagely. "Usually, a performer at least tries to keep his act attached to the rest of the production."

"FLASHY EXECUTION!" Buggy screamed, launching a dagger directly into the puppet theater. The Big Top continued its steady course across the sparkling blue ocean, the sound of the clown arguing violently with his own genitals entirely drowned out by the rich, satisfied laughter drifting up from the captain's cabin.

Link to the orphaned episodes further down the line:

https://chyoa.com/chapter/No-one.1659781

Soon there will be an unbroken path to them and the the story will actually move beyond Loguetown.