Once King and the Esper Sisters had a chance to rest slightly and clean themselves up, the two women turned expectantly to King, who coughed. “Right right, defeating Saitama. Ummm… Physically, he’s way, way beyond both of you, and I’m pretty sure you’ve both realized that by now.”
Tatsumaki and Fubuki both grimaced, but nodded.
“But mentally, he’s a pushover. He’s not very bright and not skilled at anything that doesn’t involve punching it. If you challenge him with something that doesn’t involve his physical might, you have a much better chance at victory.”
Tatsumaki took a moment to scratch her head in confusion. She then growled, hair starting to rise as her psychic powers stirred. “Enough of your stupid riddles, King! We did every nasty position to satisfy you, so just tell it to us straight!”
King sighed, hiding the fact that he had nearly pissed himself yet again. “All right: you must not rely on your sexual prowess or fighting powers to defeat Saitama.”
After a moment of silence, the two sister looked at each other, “………”
The two then started laughing loudly.
“King,” Fubuki gasped out between giggles, “I didn’t know you had a sense of humor!”
King remained silent, confused and a little embarrassed, “……….”
Tatsumaki nodded, wiping tears of hilarity from her eyes. “What are we supposed to challenge him in then?! VIDEO GAMES?! How absurd!”
That set both sisters laughing even harder. Eventually, they noticed that King hadn’t said anything, and sweat drops were rapidly forming on his head.
“Actually I remember challenging him to a fighting game contest once… I can’t remember the results.” Fubuki pondered with a finger pressed on her cheek.
Tatsumaki abruptly stopped laughing, fixing him with her best glare, even though she knew that it wouldn’t have any affect on a hero like the almighty King.
(As a matter of fact, it damn near gave him a heart attack, but credit to King’s stone face, it never showed.)
“Now seriously: tell us the secret!” she snapped at him.
“Uhhh….BREASTS!” King shouted, blurting out the first thing that came to mind.
Both ladies blinked at him in unison. “breasts?” they chorused.
“Breasts are Saitama’s weakness. Giant ones.” King said, trying to sound as confident and authoritative as possible.
This gave the sisters pause as they exchanged another look. “I do always see him wearing that ‘Oppai’ shirt…” Fubuki said thoughtfully.
Grinding her teeth, Tatsumaki spun back towards King. “So our tits aren’t big enough?!” She pointedly ignored the scoff her younger but better endowed sister made. “How big does that pervert like them?”
“Humongous. Bigger than your body,” King told her in the most serious voice he could muster, trying to improvise a believable reason, still not believing they were buying this crap. “However, I have something that can help.”
He held out a tube of lotion, the sisters drifted closer, eyes intent on it.
“What is it?” Fubuki asked warily.
“It’s something I found in a monster lair.” Half true; he had picked it up after Saitama had wiped out all the monsters. “And it makes body parts grow. The more you put on, the larger they get.”
Tatsumaki’s narrowed her eyes. “How do you know what it does?”
“And why did you pick it up in the first place?” Fubuki questioned.
“I picked it up because I was curious,” King explained. “It was such a mundane object to be in a monster lair. I tested it on myself, putting some on my hand. It got larger almost immediately. Took almost a day for it to return back to normal.”
Slowly, Tatsumaki grinned evily. “Sounds like just what I need.”
Saitama paused in his wandering, he got lost on his way buying groceries, however a sixth sense of sorts warning that something was approaching him from behind.
And it felt familiar…
With a sigh, he turned to face the annoying little psychic who kept picking fights with him, only to freeze in place, staring with slightly widened eyes.
I guess she’s not so little anymore.
“There you are, baldy!” Tatsumaki shouted triumphantly, having to crane her neck slightly to see over her gigantic new boobs. “We’re having a rematch, right her and right now; this time, it’s me that’s coming out on top!”
A blast of her psychic powers left them both naked, Saitama’s erection sticking straight out from his body as Tatsumaki’s boobs jiggled with even the smallest of breaths. They both stared at each other, the psychic blushing, the baldy as blank faced as ever.
Then he shrugged and simply said, “Okay.”
In a blur, he was gone from sight…right before a nearby mountain exploded in a very dramatic fashion, for no reason that Saitama knew.
Tatsumaki cackled. “You like that, baldy?! I told you, I’m going to win this time!”
Said baldy abruptly reappeared in front of her, making her jump and shriek. His usual blank expression was gone, replace by a frown and furrowed brows. “What did you do?” he demanded.
“The lotion I put on my boobs?” Tatsumaki smirked. “It makes me slippery too; even with all your speed and power, it doesn’t matter if you can’t touch me to fuck me!”
Saitama narrowed his eyes, a spark of challenge appearing in them, before he attempted to fuck her into submission again, and again, and again, and again. However, each attempt failed as he slid off the sassy woman and subsequently crashing into the environment around them. His speed was working against him; though his dick kept poking into and sliding against her enormous tits, he would slide off every time.
Tatsumaki gasped, biting her lip as her huge, and highly sensitive tits, were continuously battered a dick poked by the baldy’s diamond hard erection. Her nipples were aching nubs, and she could feel her pussy getting so hot and wet.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to just let him-
She sharply shook her head, berating herself. She was here to win, not indulge her base desires! All she had to was hang in there a little longer. Baldy was less than a blur, his speed was so great.
And given how fast his actions were happening, it was no surprise that it didn’t take long for Saitama to be pushed over the edge.
Blurring into sight once again, he came all over Tatsumaki, who screeched at him. “WHAT THE?! YOU ASSHOLE! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!”
Saitama paid her no mind; he was smiling now, sharp and eager. “Well, what do you know? This is actually a challenge! Finally, I’ll be able to go all out and use my serious…moves…um, what’s happening?” he asked in sudden bemusement as his body began to shake. A wave of fatigue hit him out of nowhere, causing his knees to sag.
Tatsumaki stared, then slowly started to grin. “You’ve been moving and attacking me at high speeds, and then you came on top of that! You’re exhausted, and drained of stamina! I did it!”
“…huh. Isn’t that something?” Saitama asked, before slowly falling forward onto the ground and drifting to sleep. His light snores echoed in the air shortly thereafter.
“I DID IT!” Tatsumaki screamed, throwing both hands in the air triumphantly. The sudden shift in body weight bounced her enormous breasts upwards. “I WON I WON-OHSHIT SHITSHITSHIT-!”
And that was the sound of her overbalancing due to her monster sized mammaries fall on top of her.
And she could be satisfied with that, a victory finally won over that annoying bald cape. Okay, it was kind of a weird one, but it was still a win! Now she could move on…
Her goal has been accomplished.
(Story by User: S22132)