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Augmented2
by George Glass
Summary: Sequel to “Augmented.” Hiro is confused but delighted when the world of his fantasies starts manifesting in reality.
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Chapter 1: Cute-topia
Hiro smacked the Off button on his alarm clock, then sat up in bed, yawned, and stretched. His eyelids drooped; he and his labmates had worked late the previous night finishing up a project for Professor Granville's class. Hiro hoped they'd scored some brownie points with Granville when she passed by the lab late in the evening and saw them there, although Hiro supposed that she might just as easily have attributed their burning the midnight oil to procrastination as to assiduousness.
It was nice to be thinking of Professor Granville—as well as Go Go and Honey Lemon—in a normal way again. It had been six weeks since Hiro participated in the simulation at Krei Tech, where his deepest, darkest, and most unabashedly sexual fantasies had come to life, and it had taken a while for Hiro to stop thinking about those fantasies whenever he saw the women and girls they had featured.
Yet Hiro had not stopped thinking about his fantasy world. Every morning and every night, he jerked off to memories of that simulation, or to fantasies based on those memories. Whenever he failed to satisfy his newfound lust through masturbation, it was nearly impossible to stay focused during the day, or to sleep at night.
So after a quick trip to the bathroom, where he grabbed a tissue, Hiro got back in bed, closed his eyes, and summoned up one of his erotic memories: his fantasy version of Honey Lemon, with her same sweet face and upbeat demeanor but also with huge breasts and a slavish devotion to Hiro and his unrealistically large cock. Remembering how it felt to tit-fuck her on the floor of the imaginary anechoic chamber in the lab had him shooting into the tissue in a few short minutes.
After cleaning up, and while he was still mostly hard, Hiro found himself looking at his cock. Because while he'd been jerking off, it hadn't fit in his hand in quite the usual way.
Is it…a little bigger? he thought.
He considered grabbing a ruler out of his desk and measuring it. But he was losing his erection, and he didn't want to get himself horny again right now just to measure it, as he needed to get to school.
Hiro showered, dressed, and grabbed his school bag. Then he activated Baymax, who inflated to standing from his charger in Hiro’s room.
“Time to head to school,” Hiro said to the puffy robot.
“Good morning, Hiro,” Baymax replied. “Do not forget to eat breakfast before class. Low blood sugar can interfere with learning.”
“I won't forget, Baymax.”
They went downstairs to the Lucky Cat Cafe. A few of the regular customers were there, sipping coffee and chatting with one another or reading the news on their phones. Hiro gave them all a wave and received friendly waves and nods in return.
“Good morning, Hiro.”
He turned around and saw his Aunt Cass coming around behind the counter with a just-emptied coffeepot. She put it under the coffeemaker and started a new pot brewing.
“Morning, Aunt Cass,” Hiro replied.
He made himself look directly at her—something that had become a little difficult after the simulation. But he'd forced himself to act as normally around her as he could, because the last thing he wanted was to have to explain the reason why he was acting strangely.
In looking at Cass, Hiro noticed that something seemed different about her, although he couldn't put his finger on what it was. Except that it was triggering memories from the simulation, memories of that version of Aunt Cass. And the way she had looked when she put his cock—his huge, thick, impossible fantasy-cock—in her mouth and swallowed it all the way to his balls.
“Hiro,” Baymax said, “your heart rate and external blood flow have both increased, particularly in the region of your-”
“I’m good, Baymax,” Hiro said quickly. “Everything’s normal.”
Blessedly oblivious to both Baymax’s commentary and Hiro's inner turmoil, Cass said, “Why don't you have a seat at the counter, and I'll get you some breakfast?”
Hiro drove the memory from his mind and glanced at his watch. Somewhat unusually, he actually had time to eat a full breakfast instead of just grabbing a banana or a muffin and rushing off. And although his flashback to the simulation was making him feel awkward around his aunt, he had to keep fighting that awkwardness; otherwise, he feared, it could become a lasting thing that would make his relationship with Aunt Cass permanently uncomfortable. Besides, she was going to be busy taking care of the cafe's patrons, so it wasn't as though they'd be sitting down and having a protracted chat.
“Sounds good,” Hiro replied.
Hiro sat down at the cafe’s counter and let Aunt Cass serve him the Lucky Cat's breakfast special of the day: Japanese souffle pancakes. Cass then grabbed the coffee pot and went around the cafe giving refills, but she was so efficient at this that Hiro had only taken a few bites of the pancakes before she reappeared across the counter from him.
“So, what do you think?” she asked.
Hiro prodded one of the pancakes with his fork and watched it wobble for a moment before he raised his head—and found himself looking straight down into his aunt’s top. Because of her penchant for wearing V-necks, he'd seen this view of her a few times before, but never had it grabbed his attention quite like this.
Suddenly conscious that Cass was looking down at him, Hiro suppressed a gasp and quickly lifted his gaze higher, to Cass's face.
“They're, um, kinda jiggly,” he stammered. Quickly, he added, “The pancakes, I mean. But, they're tasty.”
Oh jeez, I said “jiggly,” then “tasty,” he thought, hoping to God that this wasn't going to lead to Aunt Cass having a sober and deeply uncomfortable talk with him about the birds and the bees sometime later.
Thankfully, Cass seemed as oblivious to Hiro's choice of words as she had been to his glance down her shirt, because she simply replied, “Good! If the customers agree with you, maybe I'll put them on the regular menu.”
Fortunately for Hiro, Cass was too busy with the customers for further chitchat. So the boy finished his breakfast instead of giving in to his urge to make some excuse and flee the cafe. Because of his crime-fighting activities with Big Hero 6, Hiro had to do that too often as it was.
When he finished eating, Hiro got up and put his empty plate and orange juice glass in the plastic busing tray behind the counter. Cass appeared to notice this and jogged over to him; Hiro couldn't help but notice how her breasts bounced as she approached him.
She pulled him close for what Hiro assumed would be the usual kiss on the cheek. So Hiro's eyes went big when she instead kissed him on the lips, briefly but in a most non-aunt-like way, her mouth opening for a moment before she released him.
Now, Hiro was certain he knew why Aunt Cass looked a little different to him today; when she'd pulled him close to kiss him, her breasts had felt bigger against his chest than they normally did. And now they definitely looked bigger, too. In fact, if Hiro wasn't mistaken, they were a little bigger now than they had been when Hiro came downstairs twenty minutes earlier.
“Have a great day, Hiro,” Cass said, as though nothing incredibly odd had just happened.
“Uh, you, you too, Aunt Cass,” Hiro stammered. Then, quickly, he left.
***
Hiro had several routes he could take to get to school. Today, being on mental autopilot while he pondered the perplexing questions of why Aunt Cass’ body had changed and why she had kissed him steady-girlfriend-style instead of aunt-style, he found himself taking a route that passed by the San Fransokyo Zoo.
As he went by the zoo's main gates, something caught Hiro's eye: a little pink electric convertible that was pulling into a reserved parking space near the entrance. Hiro couldn't remember ever seeing the car before, but its color, style, and eco-friendliness immediately made him think of Honey Lemon, as did the many cute-animal stickers across the back bumper.
The driver got out of the car. Hiro could only see her from the back, but it had to be Honey Lemon: He'd know that straight blonde hair and those yellow platform shoes anywhere.
“What's going on here?” Hiro murmured to himself.
She went through the main gates—without being stopped despite not having a ticket—and turned right. And then Hiro's jaw dropped, because now that he had a side view of Honey Lemon, he could see that she had suddenly become every bit as enormously busty as she had been in his simulated fantasy world.
As he looked at Honey Lemon's magnificent chest, Hiro felt movement in his pants. But it wasn't a mere twitch; it was like something thick and heavy was shifting inside his boxers.
But there was no time to consider that, because Honey Lemon was turning a corner and moving out of Hiro's field of view. So Hiro turned the scooter and zipped across the zoo parking lot. He parked near the entrance, leaped off the scooter, and ran up to the turnstile, where a burly security guard stood.
“I just need to talk to my friend,” Hiro said quickly, pointing in the direction Honey Lemon had gone.
To Hiro's surprise, the big man replied, “No problem, Mr. Hamada. All Ms. Lemon's friends are VIPs here. Go on in.”
“Um. thanks,” Hiro said, then hurried in the direction his blonde labmate had gone.
When Hiro caught sight of Honey Lemon again, the blonde chemist was approaching a young, smiling black woman wearing the khaki shorts and pith helmet of a zookeeper.
“Good morning, Honey Lemon!” the woman said.
“Good morning, Leticia!” Honey Lemon replied. “It's always so nice to see you.”
“Likewise! Now, today, I thought you might like to meet Bakari.”
Honey Lemon clapped her hands together. “The baby giraffe?”
“He's old enough to have visitors now. Would you like a few minutes with him before he goes out to the paddock with his mother?”
“Oh, yes, please!”
Hiro followed at a discreet distance as Leticia led Honey Lemon into a small enclosure right outside the Giraffe House. Inside the enclosure stood a young giraffe that was about six feet tall—the same height as Honey Lemon with her heels on. He had big, solid-black eyes with long lashes, and long ears that perked up when Honey Lemon and Leticia came through the enclosure's single gate.
“Ohhhhh, he's adorable,” Honey Lemon said, clearly trying to keep from shouting in her excitement and startling the young giraffe.
“And he's very friendly,” Leticia said.
The zookeeper ran her hand down the side of Bakari's neck, and the little giraffe leaned against her hand, seemingly eager for her touch. Honey Lemon did the same thing and got the same enthusiastic response from Bakari.
“Oh, Bakari,” Honey Lemon said softly as she caressed him, “you are a sweet little guy.” Then she looked at Leticia and asked, “Can I hug him?”
“Of course.”
Gently, Honey Lemon wrapped her arms around the young giraffe’s long neck and leaned her head next to his. She closed her eyes and murmured, “Mmmm…” with a smile on her face. Bakari’s long-lashed eyes closed, too.
Wait a second, Hiro thought. This Honey Lemon looks like the version from my fantasy world, but the zoo staff letting her hug cute baby animals looks like something from HER idea of a perfect world. Does that mean we both have some kind of influence over what's happening?
Still smiling, Honey Lemon opened her eyes and let go of Bakari. Then she ran her hand down his neck once more.
“Thanks, Leticia. This was wonderful.”
“Of course, Honey Lemon. That smile on your face always puts a smile on my face.”
Honey Lemon’s smile became a grin. Then she said goodbye to Leticia and turned in Hiro's direction.
Hiro had been so intrigued by everything he'd witnessed that he had forgotten to hide. So now his tall blonde labmate caught sight of him.
“Hiro!” she shouted, waving and clopping toward him in her high heels.
“Hey, Honey Le- Ooomph!” he cried as Honey Lemon seized him in her arms and squashed his face between her massive breasts.
Hiro had experienced a hug like this from Honey Lemon in his fantasy world, but nothing he'd had seen or done there had prepared him for what happened next. As Honey Lemon released him from her grip, music began to play from the speakers of the zoo's PA system. Then Honey Lemon started dancing, stepping from side to side and swinging her arms. Her huge breasts bounced merrily with every step. And now, she sang.
(to the tune of “Livin' La Vida Loca” by Ricky Martin)
Hey look, it's my favorite person
He completes my perfect world
Smart and manly, he's such a vision
Now I feel like a lucky girl
There's cuteness all around me
And the best part of it all
Is Hiro's here to love me
And we're going to have a ball
So I'm feeling ten feet tall
“Although I'm really only five-foot-nine,” she interjected quickly, then resumed singing.
Sunshine, fun, and smiles
Happiness all around me
I've got joy for miles
‘Cause my favorite boy has found me
He's got brains and style
Hiro you just astound me
Call me a pedophile
But my favorite boy has found me
There was an instrumental part, during which Honey Lemon skipped around delightedly to the beat of the music, her boobs bouncing with impossible recoil. Then she resumed singing.
I know you're going to love it here
'cause there's cuteness everywhere
And if you like my new titties now
Wait till I'm in my underwear
And you'll really love them bare
Come on!
Nothing makes me sad
In this land of pups and kitties
I will be so glad
When he plays with my big titties
Being well endowed
Makes me feel so pretty
Time to let them out
So he can play with my big titties
The music ended, and Honey Lemon took a bow, giving Hiro a spectacular view down her top in the process. Other people were applauding—even parents holding their children’s hands, seemingly unbothered by Honey Lemon’s racy lyrics. Then they all went back to touring around the zoo.
“Wow,” Hiro said, not certain what else to say—at least until a question came to mind.
“It seems like both our perfect worlds have come to life,” he said. “Yours is super-cute, like I'd expect, but it's also…a musical?”
“Well,” Honey Lemon replied, “the singing and dancing was fun, but I wouldn't say it's part of my idea of a perfect world. Is it part of yours?”
“No, it sure isn't,” Hiro replied. “Which I guess means it's more than just the two of us whose perfect world we're in.”
“Hey, speaking of perfect,” Honey Lemon said, “wanna see my special room?”
“You have a room here at the zoo?”
“Uh-huh! And now that I can visit the baby animals without, you know, anyone calling security, I come here every morning before school.” Then she took Hiro's hand and said, “It's this way.”
Leading Hiro toward a building decorated with sculpted elephant heads, Honey Lemon went on, “Back when the zoo first opened, they kept elephants in this building. I'm sure they were miserable being cooped up in here,” she added glumly. Her tone brightened as she went on, “But now, the elephants have a big outdoor enclosure, and this place is used for office space.”
They went through the building's double doors and entered a high-ceilinged lobby. Hiro didn't know a lot about architecture, but he guessed from the Art Deco style—something he'd learned about from Honey Lemon, in fact—that the building was probably a hundred years old.
Directly across from the main doors was an old-timey elevator with a metal accordion gate for a door, red carpet on the floor, and a brass rail around the inside of the car. They got in, and Honey Lemon pushed the topmost of the four buttons on the brass control panel. The other three buttons were black, but this one was pastel-pink and sported a sticker with an adorable white bunny.
As the elevator rose, Honey Lemon leaned down, giving Hiro another view right down her Grand Canyon of cleavage, and kissed him. Her kiss felt even more wonderful and arousing than it had in Hiro's dream world.
Afterward, Honey Lemon pressed her big chest against Hiro as she said, “I'm so glad you're here, Hiro. I've been wanting to show you this place.” She blushed and giggled as she added, “Also, I'm getting pretty horny.”
Hiro couldn't lie. “Um, me too.”
Honey Lemon shifted her position so as to press one of her thighs against Hiro's crotch. Hiro became acutely aware not only of how hard his cock was in his pants but also how much more room it was taking up in there.
“You sure are!” Honey Lemon said, grinning. “I know how big you get when you're excited.” She scratched her head. “Although I'm not sure how I know that.”
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened directly into a large room that clearly had come straight from Honey Lemon's imagination. Each of the four walls bore a colorful mural: a South American jungle full of toucans, monkeys, and jaguars; a meadow of flowers, populated by busy butterflies and bees; a savannah with grazing gazelles, tree-browsing giraffes, and a couple of lionesses crouching in the tall grass; and a desert with tall, wave-like dunes, flowering cacti, and scurrying lizards.
Then there was the furniture. There were pastel-colored beanbag chairs in the shapes of cartoonish animal heads, and a zebra-striped workbench whose legs ended in hooves. Most eye-catching, at least as far as Hiro was concerned, was a huge four-poster bed with a midnight-blue duvet decorated with an astronomically accurate field of sparkly little stars.
“Do you like it?” Honey Lemon asked cheerfully. “I call this room my 'Cute-topia.'“
“It…lives up to the name,” Hiro replied, still gazing around.
She grinned at him and said, “The bed is super-comfy. And bouncy! Wanna try it?”
“Um, sure,” Hiro replied.
Honey Lemon stepped out of her platform heels, then leaped into the air and did a half twist so that her head, back, ass, and legs all landed on the bed at the same time. She bounced back up into the air, and Hiro was treated to the sight of her huge breasts wobbling crazily for a moment before she came down and then bounced back up again.
I could write a whole physics paper on those things, Hiro thought dreamily.
It took five progressively lower bounces before Honey Lemon finally lost all momentum and settled on the mattress. Then she looked at Hiro and spread her arms and legs wide apart.
“Try jumping on top of me!” she said brightly.
Hiro couldn't refuse a request like that. He took off his shoes, went to the foot of the bed, and leaped into the air, trying to keep his whole body level like Honey Lemon had. When he landed on top of her, she wrapped her arms and legs around him as they both bounced from the momentum of Hiro's jump, although they didn't go nearly as high as Honey Lemon had bounced by herself. Not that Hiro minded, given the way his crotch was pressed against hers and his face was nestled between her huge breasts.
“That was fun!” Honey Lemon cheered.
She put both hands on Hiro's face and pulled it up from between her massive mammaries so that he was looking right at her face. Her expression was surprisingly serious.
“But now,” she said breathily, “I need a different kind of fun. I'm not sure exactly what's going on with me—or with anything, right now—but I really, really wanna have sex with you. No, not just have sex; I want you to fuck me.”
She tightened her leg-hold on Hiro's waist, pulling his crotch harder against hers. Hiro could feel it for sure now: His cock, which was growing even harder inside his pants, felt every bit as long and thick and weighty as it had been in his fantasy world. For a moment, he felt faint, and he realized that the additional blood flow to his cock was diverting blood away from his brain. But after a moment, he felt okay again.
“Please fuck me, Hiro!” Honey Lemon begged. “I can feel how big and hard your cock is, and I'll do anything you want as long as you put it inside me!”
Hiro hesitated. The last time Honey Lemon had behaved this way toward him, he'd assumed he was dreaming, and in a way he had been. This was different.
“H- Honey Lemon,” he managed, “this, this might be an altered reality, but it's still reality. Anything we do could have real consequences.”
“I know,” the tall blonde replied. “But Hiro, I promise that whatever we do, I won't regret it one bit. Even if everything goes back to the way it was.”
And just like that, the one barrier holding back Hiro's intense lust was shattered.
“Well, in that case, show me those big titties you were singing about,” he breathed.
“Yay!” Honey Lemon cried.
She rolled them both over to put herself on top and then sat up, straddling Hiro's hips. When she undid the buttons of her yellow top, it seemed as though she were bursting out of it in slow motion, such that Hiro never would have believed that the top had fit her in the first place had he not just seen her wearing it.
She flung the top away, and now she wore only a shiny, silky bra of the same cheerful yellow as the top. Hiro was surprised that the bra didn't need shoulder straps or other such support to hold up Honey Lemon's huge mams—until he noticed a row of little metal discs on the underside of each cup. Below the bra, around her waist, was a separate strip of metal on a tight yellow sash.
“Are you wearing a maglev bra?” Hiro asked.
“Yup! Go Go made it for me. Isn't it neat?”
“Definitely.”
Honey Lemon grinned at him. Then, using three fingers, she touched a trio of silver snaps between the bra's huge cups. All three came undone at once, and Honey Lemon's enormous breasts fell free. They were every bit as amazing as they had been in Hiro's fantasy: huge, yet firm to the point of buoyancy, with big, pale-pink areolas and thick nipples. The blonde girl tossed both the bra and the sash away.
“Please touch them, Hiro,” she said, cupping her hands beneath her breasts and lifting them to his gaze. “I can't wait another second to feel your hands on my big boobies!”
“You don't have to,” Hiro said, putting his hands on Honey Lemon's huge orbs.
Hiro had loved feeling up Honey Lemon in his fantasy world, even though at the time he'd thought he was just dreaming. Now, as he began to fondle his blonde labmate's massive breasts, knowing that this was the real Honey Lemon and her real tits made the act even more exciting.
“Oh, Hiro, that feels so nice,” Honey Lemon sighed. “Do you like how big they are?”
Not pausing his fondling, Hiro replied, “I love how big they are.”
She smiled widely at him. Then, demurely, she added, “If you ever decide to get me pregnant, our baby would never go hungry.”
A confusing torrent of emotions went through Hiro as he replied, “I'll, um, keep that in mind.”
“Can I take off my skirt now?” Honey Lemon asked.
“Uh, sure,” Hiro replied.
She unzipped her skirt in the back and tossed it away, revealing a pair of shiny pink panties.
“Now,” she said, “the bed is really fun, and we should definitely use it later. But first, can we try my special table? I had it made just for us! I think.”
Only when Honey Lemon got up and walked over to it did Hiro notice the table she was speaking of. It was about six feet long and padded on top. It might have resembled an examination table in a doctor's office if it hadn't been made of wood and upholstered in leopard-print fabric.
Honey Lemon looked at Hiro as she eagerly patted the table's padded top. Then, growing so excited that she was almost panting, she went on, “Let me lie down here. Then you can fuck me and hold my boobs!”
“That sounds great,” Hiro replied, undressing.
Honey Lemon lay down on the table. Then the part of the table beneath Honey Lemon's head angled up so she could look at him, while the part under her lower half separated at some previously invisible seam, causing the girl's long, fair-skinned legs to open wide. Honey Lemon grinned at Hiro and pulled the crotch of her pink panties aside, giving him his first good look at her blonde-tufted pussy.
“From now on,” she said, “every time I'm stretching or doing yoga and I open my legs really, really wide, I'm gonna be thinking of you.”
“Well,” Hiro bantered, “any time I see you open your legs really, really wide, I might just do this.”
He pulled down his boxers and released his long, thick cock, making Honey Lemon gasp with delight. Then he put its thick head between her wet, open folds, put his hands on her smooth bare thighs, and pushed. Honey Lemon made a long, high-pitched moan as the first several inches of Hiro’s member penetrated her.
“Oh, Hiro,” she gasped. “Nothing in the whole world feels better than this…”
“Then have some more,” Hiro replied, pushing in deeper. Honey Lemon moaned again, even louder. Then the excited girl spoke in rapid, panting breaths.
“Oh Hiro yes…please fill my pussy…with your beautiful cock...every inch of me…is yours…”
To Hiro’s great pleasure, he hit bottom inside Honey Lemon just as his balls came up against her ass. He could scarcely believe that she had that much space inside her, at least lengthwise; her love-tunnel was delightfully tight around his substantial girth.
Now that he was in her, Hiro slid his hands up off of Honey Lemon’s thighs, over her hipbones, up her curved waist, and onto her massive breasts. His hands didn’t cover even a third of their total surface area. He gave them a gentle squeeze, then gently massaged her stiff nipples with the tips of his thumbs as he started to pump.
“Oh Hiro…” Honey Lemon gasped. “I love the way…you touch my titties…”
“And I love touching them…” Hiro answered, still pumping.
Hiro kept up a slow pace for a couple of minutes, but that was as long as he could hold himself back. Having sex with the real Honey Lemon in her ultra-hot new body was just too arousing. So he picked up his pace.
“Ooooh, yesss…” Honey Lemon moaned, her eyes shut. “More…please more…I’m so horny…I need you…to go faster…”
“Glad to,” Hiro breathed.
He pumped her good and hard. In her position on the table, Honey Lemon couldn’t move much to contribute to the fucking, but her nonstop moans, gasps, and squeaks of pleasure spurred Hiro on to fuck her harder and harder until orgasm was approaching fast.
“Honey…Lemon…” he panted. “I’m…gonna…gonna…”
“Yes! Do it! YES!” Honey Lemon screamed.
“AaaaAAAAAAH!” Hiro cried, and as he pumped a huge load of his hot seed into his blonde lover, he squeezed her thick nipples between his fingers. Then Honey Lemon screamed “AAAAAIIIII!” and thrashed wildly.
Practically the moment she finished cumming, Honey Lemon hit a button that sat her up so she could wrap her arms and legs around Hiro. Each of them breathed hard in the other’s ear.
“That was…amazing,” Hiro panted.
“So amazing,” Honey Lemon gasped. “Hiro, if cuddling with baby animals and having huge boobs and getting fucked by you and your wonderful cock are all part this world, then I never want it to change!”
Hiro grinned at her and replied, “Well in that case- Wait, what are those?”
Five circular cleaning robots, each one only a few inches high, had just scooted in through a slot at the bottom of the door. Four of them began meticulously vacuuming and mopping the floor while the fifth robot then came over to the table, extended a pair of arms, and then seemed to be waiting patiently for something. The moment Honey Lemon got down from the table, the robot began cleaning and sterilizing it.
“Are cleaning bots part of your perfect world?” Hiro asked Honey Lemon.
“Well, they're convenient, but no,” the blonde girl replied.
“Then I guess we should go see what else has changed.”
“Sounds fun!” Honey Lemon said, and led him into the ocean-themed bathroom to get cleaned up.
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