Eating Your Weight: Proper Motivation

Exercise had never really been one of my hobbies. I was blessed with a metabolism that kept me looking fit as long as I didn’t eat like a prize pig at a five star buffet so there was never really any reason to work out. Sure, my stamina suffered for it, but I never figured that would really matter so I never cared.

I was starting to regret that now.

The back of my head hit the dirt for the fourth time in the last thirty minutes and I groaned, rubbing the flattened field of hair that had been slowly but surely pressed into my scalp, “Miyo, I don’t think this is really going to work if you don’t hold back at least a little bit.”

Across from me, my maid lowered her leg, smoothing out her skirt as she gave me a stern look, “Why would I do that? Holding back accomplishes nothing in this scenario. We are training to get you strong enough to deal with the Devil that could arrive any day now. We don’t have time to take this slowly.”

Sighing, I hopped back to my feet, ruffling my hair so it no longer stood flat against my head, “We don’t even know when or if they’re gonna show up. That other Devil might have been spewing crap so I didn’t kill her for all we know.”

“It’s better to be safe than sorry.” Miyo responded, “Even if that Devil doesn’t show up, you still need to train. Thanks to the way that you awakened your Sacred Gear, the minor draconic aura that you used to have has become much more potent. It’s bound to attract anyone with knowledge of the supernatural, and I doubt many of them will have your best interest at heart."

As always, Miyo was more concerned about my safety than my comfort. I tilted my head, “What do you mean attract them? Like sexually?”

“Possibly.” Miyo admitted, surprising me, “But more likely they’ll see you as a threat and want to eliminate you as soon as possible. Dragon’s aren’t exactly the most well liked beings, even when it comes to other dragons, and the aura you emit could easily belong to a weaker member of their species.”

I frowned at the word weaker and she rolled her eyes, “Don’t be like that. Dragon’s are leagues above most other species in terms of power. Even the weakest true dragon could easily handle a dozen average Devils. There are only two other Sacred Gears that would allow you to emit that kind of aura unconsciously, and they’re Longinus class gears ”

I thought back to the short lesson on the supernatural she had given me yesterday, recalling the tier system that Sacred Gears followed. Longinus class gears were at the very top, with each of them boasting power that could allegedly allow their users to kill a god. Abyss Eater was awesome, but I just awakened it and I hadn’t absorbed nearly enough energy to make it that strong.

I looked down at my hands, remembering the changes that Nidhogg had made to my body. Could it be responsible for the aura I was emitting? More importantly, did I get anything from it other than some cool scales and a target on my back. As always, the big man himself was completely silent. He hadn’t said a word to me since we spoke two days ago and I was like, sixty percent sure he was just ignoring me. Why? I had no idea, but it was starting to piss me off.

Miyo snapped to get my attention, “Enough daydreaming. We’ll go again, and this time I need you to stay focused on what I’m doing and not trying to get a peak at my panties every time I jump or do a high kick. You’re not nearly as sneaky as you think you are.”

I grinned sheepishly, “Heh, sorry. In my defense, you’re the one who wore a skirt when you knew we were going to be doing this. You’re practically asking me to stare!”

“I was hoping to give you a handicap, but I’m not honestly sure what I was thinking with that one. I know by now what you're like.” She sighed, holding up her fists, “Now let’s begin again. And this time, keep your eyes on the fight or the next time I kick you it’ll be between the legs.”

I winced, crossing my legs unconsciously as a phantom pain ran through my body, “That's so mean, Miyo.

Yesterday had been an interesting experience as I came to learn all about my new body. The most interesting and in fact, painful part of that, was learning just how much getting hit between the legs hurt when your bits were hanging outside your body. I now understood why most men could barely remain standing after getting hit in the nuts with any significant amount of force

“Then keep your eyes to yourself and prepare. Here I come.”

The woman rushed forward without another word, beginning to close the distance between us. I lifted my hands and chains sprung forth, rising from the ground underneath Miyo and attempting to ensnare her. Just like before however, none of them found any purchase. As I had come to learn, whatever training they put exorcists through must have been leagues better than what Devils got, because she ignored my chains like they weren’t even there, dancing through the forest of black iron like a lethal ballerina as she steadily made her way towards me.

Narrowing my eyes, I tried to close the gaps in my chains, pulling them together so that the woman didn’t have any way to get through. Miyo didn’t even slow as she held a hand out, a blue magic sigil appearing in her palm. Water gushed from it, coalescing into a flat disk held just above her palm. She clenched her fingers and the disk lengthened into a sword which she brought above her head, before slashing down upon my chains, which didn’t even get a chance to absorb the attack before they were cut into pieces.

As they fell to the ground and disappeared, I could feel something inside of me shrink ever so slightly, like a fire losing a bit of fuel and growing dimmer as a result. As we had found out, I didn’t have an endless amount of energy that I could use to create my chains. Abyss Eater thrived on being able to turn my opponent’s strength against them, using their energy to create even more chains that I could use to devour their energy.

Unfortunately, if I couldn't absorb any energy from my enemy, I had to use my own. And if I ran out, then I was basically screwed unless I wanted to get my hands on them myself. Not to mention, each time a chain broke, I didn’t get that energy back unless it was literally in my hands. Every time Miyo cut through my creations, it became a little harder to make the next one.

Miyo was growing closer now, only a few feet away and closing in fast. Raising a hand, I grit my teeth, summoning as many chains as my gear would allow me to in hopes that one of them would land a hit. I just needed to get one around her, and the rest would follow suit.

Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. I watched with wide-eyed shock as Miyo’s blade became a stream of spinning water, circling around her before streaming through a gap in my chains, heading straight at me faster than I had time to react.

The stream slammed into my chest like a firehose, soaking my clothes and knocking me on my ass. My chains sank back into the ground as my focus was broken, and I groaned as I brought a hand to my chest.

“That's gonna leave a mark.” I wheezed, clutching my bruised sternum.

As she watched me slowly climb to my feet, Miyo put a hand on her hip, “You’re leaving yourself too open, Naomi. This isn’t a dance routine, this is life and death. You need to fight, not direct. Your chains can’t do all the work.”

I rolled my eyes, “Easy for you to say. You and I both know I've never thrown a punch in my life. There's a little bit of an adjustment period when you go from that to being hit with enough water to fill a bathtub.”

“That's no excuse.” Miyo said sternly. I just shrugged.

“It's the only one I've got.”

Miyo sighed, rubbing her face, “You need to take this seriously, Naomi. If that Devil shows up, I can't have you being a liability on the battlefield.”

“I’m trying, alright?” I huffed, crossing my arms, “I'm not used to fighting and this new body isn't helping. Not to mention, I'm still getting used to all of this supernatural stuff, so cut me some slack, yeah?”

Miyo's face softened as she realized she was being a bit too hard on me, “I know, Naomi, but we don't have much time. We don't know when this Devil is going to show up and my contacts with the Church won't be able to reach us all the way out here for another few days. We're on our own here so I need you to give it your all.”

Miyo had tried getting some outside assistance when it came to our little Devil problem. Apparently not everyone she had worked with hated her now and were more than happy to lend a hand in killing a single Stray Devil.

Unfortunately, because of how remote the summer home was, as well as the fact that they had to be discreet so nobody knew where they were going, it was going to be several days until the could get all the way out here to help, if they could get out here at all. That meant that if the Devil showed up any time soon, then we were on our own.

And here I was, getting my ass kicked six ways to Sunday by some fancy footwork and a magic water hose. I sighed in frustration, brushing off from my most recent failure.

“Perhaps we need a change of tactics.” Miyo said suddenly, making me look at her in confusion, “It's clear that the usual methods aren't working, so maybe we should switch things up a bit.”

I watched in confusion as she brought had hands up to the top of her uniform and unbuttoned the very top button, staring at me intently, “Here's what we're going to do.” She said as my eyes were drawn to the miniscule amount of cleavage the action had revealed, “We are going to spar again and this time you are going to actually fight. And if you manage to land a hit on me… I will let you play with my breasts.”

That snapped me out of my trance, and I stared at the woman in wide-eyed shock, “Seriously!? Like, without a bra or anything!!”

Miyo nodded and my jaw dropped as I looked down at her chest. Her uniform was barely able to contain her milky tits, practically straining to keep itself together as she pushed her chest out for emphasis. “Only if you manage to actually hit me. And you have five minutes. If you lay a hand on me in that amount of time, I’m all yours.”

I didn't need to hear anything else. My waning conviction burst forth full force filling me with energy as if I had taken twice the energy I had taken from that first Devil. I held out my hands and two barbed nails appeared in my fingers, lengthening and growing to the size of normal swords. The edges weren’t sharp but the barbs would more than make up for that weakness.

I swung them once, getting a feel for their weight, before grinning at my maid, “You realize that I'm going to do whatever it takes to win now, right?”

Miyo smiled, happy to see that I was so enthusiastic about this, “That's what I'm hoping for. Fight dirty if you have to. All that matters is that you're trying your hardest.”

The water hovering around her coalesced into a blade once more. This one was thinner, more like a saber than the longsword she had been using before, and she held it in front of her as she placed her other arm behind her back in a fencing pose.

I twirled my nails in my hands, getting used to their weight, before giving her an intense look, “Hope you're ready, Miyo, cause I'm not gonna hold anything back!”

I didn’t give her a chance to respond as I raced across the clearing, my weapons held out to either side of me as I closed the distance between us in a moment. Miyo was surprised at my quick start but rallied quickly, meeting my weapons with her sword with a sound that was more akin to two actual swords clashing rather than water meeting iron..

I went on the offensive, using both of my arms in conjunction to try to score a hit on the woman so that she could make good on her promise. I gritted my teeth as Miyo avoided or deflected my assault, wielding her sword with a single arm as she pushed back against my nails like they weren’t any threat.

“You’re much more enthused about training now.” She commented as she batted away one nail and ducked underneath the other, “So you're motivated by rewards, huh? Like a dog begging for treats, you want my body in exchange for doing tricks. I'll have to remember that for next time.”

Though I could take or leave the comparison, I liked the sound of more rewards. If I managed to land a hit on her today, what would she offer me next? Maybe a peak underneath that skirt or a chance to get my hands on that juicy ass? I shivered at the thought, before shaking my head.

‘Focus! Don't get distracted!’ My eyes narrowed as my nails slammed against her watery blade again and again as I was driven by a deep enthusiasm to get my hands on those ripe melons. Miyo deflected each strike effortlessly, her expression calm as she gave me pointers on how to properly use the weapons that I had created, but I didn’t hear a single word coming out of her mouth, keeping my eyes on her sword as I attacked with my own.

‘There!’ My eyes narrowed as I noticed the glowing magic dim slightly, and I smirked. Just as I expected. Every time she blocked my nails, I absorbed a little bit of the magic in her sword. Soon enough, she wouldn’t have enough to keep the spell going and it would fail and I would get to have my way with those massive knockers.

‘I can already feel them in my hands!’ An ecstatic smile crossed my face as I redoubled my assault, swinging and thrusting wildly as my goal drove me to move faster and faster.

Miyo noticed my enthusiasm and looked pleased as she brought her other hand to her sword, using it to defend herself more properly, “You’re moving faster. You must really want underneath my shirt, huh?”

“I’ve wanted to get my hands on those puppies since I hit puberty!” I replied shamelessly, crossing my nails over one another to block a telegraphed overhead strike. I grunted at the force behind the weapon, my arms shaking with the effort needed to keep it away, “And I’m gonna achieve that goal today! Mark my words!”

I could have pushed back against her sword but held my place, deliberately acting like I didn’t have enough strength to get her off of me. The longer the weapon was held against my nails, the dimmer it became as all of the magic keeping it alive was sucked into my Sacred Gear. I smirked internally. Just a few more seconds and it would be gone and I would win.

Miyo’s eyes narrowed and she clenched her sword harder, “You better stop stalling then. You have two minutes left and from what I’ve seen so far, you aren’t going to make the cut!”

Her sword glowed brightly and my eyes widened as my nails glowed briefly, before shattering into pieces as they failed to absorb the magic she had deliberately pumped into them. Pieces of black iron flew in every direction and I rolled to the side, dodging the sword as it continued on its downwards trajectory.

As I stood up a few feet away, Miyo smirked, “You didn’t think I didn’t notice that little trick you were pulling, did you? My spell requires me to keep up a consistent flow of magic and I know by now when that flow had been tampered with.”

I grit my teeth as I realized my plan had just unraveled in an instant, and she gave me a reassuring smile, “It was a good trick. As I’m sure you’ve figured out by now, your Sacred Gear works best when used to sustain you during a fight. If you can keep on your opponent, you can absorb their stamina while at the same time bolstering your own, effectively letting you fight until your enemy cannot. Continue thinking like that and you might actually get somewhere next time we do this.”

“Next time?” I held a hand up and a single nail appeared, growing until it was just as large as her sword. I held it in front of me, narrowing my eyes, “We're not done here. I still have a minute left. I’m getting that reward.”

Miyo’s eyes widened at my declaration before she smiled, “Alright then. Let’s give this one more shot. I’ll even sweeten the pot. If you manage to hit me, you can even suck on them if you’d like.”

Her words ignored a fire in my chest, a burning desire to see this through so I could sate the desires I had been growing for the woman for years. I pointed my nail at her, grinning sharply, “You're gonna regret agreeing to that, Miyo. You're gonna be so sore tomorrow when I'm done with you.”

“I suppose we'll see.” She brought her sword in front of her, holding it level with her eyes, “I'm ready when you are.”

Narrowing my eyes, I kicked off the ground, charging towards Miyo with an energy I hadn't possessed just a few seconds ago. As I ran, I reared an arm back and, with a grunt, threw the nail in my hand directly at her face. She deflected it without a second glance, only to do a double take as she caught sight of the chain I had attached to it just before it left my hand.

Gripping the chain, I pulled the weapon back towards me, twisting around and slinging it at her again in some vague facsimile of a kusarigama, and as it flew, I raised my other hand as the gem on the back of my glove glowed brightly.

As she blocked the sword once more, a glowing orange sigil appeared above Miyo’s head and she whipped her head up to look at it with wide eyes, “What!?”

A thick chain surged from the magic sigil towards her face faster than any before. She hastily brought her sword up and swung it hard, sending the chain crashing into the ground a few feet away, before her eyes widened and she ducked out of the way of my nail which I had once again swung towards her back.

She flipped backwards, jumping a short distance away. I followed after her, twirling my nail in the air behind me as I made more sigils appear around her, from which even more chains sprouted and tried to find purchase anywhere on her body.

She danced through them just as gracefully as before, though this time there was a bit of strain on her face as she tried to predict where the next one was going to come from as I had the sigils appear all around her in different places. “How are you doing this?” She demanded as she sliced through a chain and blocked another with her sword.

“No clue!” I said gleefully as I jumped into the air, bringing my weapon down on her as hard as I could. She blocked it with her sword, entering a blade lock with me as we fought for dominance. I grinned as my depleted energy started to refill as I absorbed hers, and pressed forward harder, “I didn’t even know I could do that, but I thought hey! If I can make chains appear underground, why can’t I do it in the air too? And here we are.”

Miyo pressed back just as hard, a smile growing on her face, “Impressive. You nearly caught me off guard, but now that I’m expecting it, it will be much harder to hit me with it. What will you do now, I wonder?”

I smirked, and her eyes widened as my gear glowed again and a sigil appeared directly behind her, “This.”

A chain shot towards her back and Miyo broke the bladelock to dodge it, twisting out of the way. She jumped over another chain that shot out at her legs and blocked one that tried to catch her in the chest in midair. It hit her with enough force to make her stumble, and that’s when I made my move, swinging my nail as I launched forward, trying to catch her before she recovered. She bent backwards to dodge but the barbs on my weapon still managed to find purchase on her shirt.

*Riiiiip*

Fabric flew and flesh jiggled as the front of Miyo's outfit tore open and her plump breasts spilled forth. I stopped in my tracks, eyes wide as I stared at the greatest sight I'd ever seen in my entire life while she looked down at herself in sheer befuddlement.

‘God, I don't know what I did to deserve this… but thank you.’ I prayed in my head as I shamelessly stared at my maid's tits. They were round and plump, sagging slightly under their own weight with pretty pink nipples that were just begging to be sucked on. They were absolutely perfect in other words, and everything that I had hoped they would be.

As I drooled over Miyo's perfect chest, a tightness in my pants caught my attention, and I looked down to see that my not-so-little friend was enjoying the view as well, tenting my pants noticeably and making it seem like I was hiding a slightly smaller third leg.

Miyo noticed it as well, and she stared at it for longer than most would consider polite, before coughing and looking away. “Well then. Times up, so I guess we're done for the day.”

I nodded absently, still staring at her exposed breasts. She sighed, letting her spell unravel and relaxing her stance. The water making up her sword splashed on the grass, and she crossed her arms under her chest, pushing up her chest in a deliberate move.

My eyes followed her boobs as they bounced hypnotically, and she smirked, not bothering to cover herself, “You got the hang of things pretty quickly once you had some proper motivation. You were like a completely different person back there and not just in the way you moved. You actually had some semblance of strategy. We'll definitely need to draw that out in the coming days.”

“Yeah well… proper motivation and all that.” I said, before shaking my head to get a hold of myself. Abyss Eater disappeared in a flash of light, as did the nails in my hands, and I rubbed them together eagerly as a massive grin spread across my face, “Speaking of which…”

I walked forwards holding my hands out with fingers splayed as I approached the woman. I looked up at her, a silent question on my face, and she sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Alright. A deal is a deal.” She gestured at her swinging tits, “Just don't take too long.”

I didn't need to be told twice. I practically leapt the rest of the distance between us, sinking my fingers into those soft pillows like I had a terminal disease and they held the cure. Miyo gasped and I did as well, though for much different reasons.

“Holy shit…” i whispered, completely in awe at the warm softness underneath my fingers. It was like I was holding two squishy water balloons, only much softer and even more fun to play with. My fingers sunk into the supple titfkesh with little resistance, and I shuddered as I finally got what I had wanted for so long.

Never one to play with my food, I immediately set about having my fun, exploring every inch of Miyo's tits with the same enthusiasm I had searching for new porn. Not a single inch of her went unexplored as I went about enjoying my reward to its fullest.

And once I had thoroughly explored them with my hands not only made sense what came next.

I leaned forward, latching onto one of those rigid nipples that were practically begging for attention and suckling on the stuff peak. Miyo tenses above me as I pressed my face into her chest, and she let out a shuddering breath as I began to roll the nipple around in my mouth, clearly trying to stifle a moan.

As I began to suck on her tit, my other hand came up to the unattended one, squeezing it roughly as I got drunk on the feeling and taste of my maid's heavenly titties.

This was absolutely amazing and everything I had ever thought it would be. My cock strained in my pants begging for attention that I couldn't give. Giving it attention would mean taking some off of these mountainous pillows and that just wasn't something I could ever allow. They deserved to be worshiped with everything I could give and nothing less.

Though, even as I did so, I couldn't help but wonder what Miyo's tits might feel like if they were out to use somewhere other than my face. What would it be like wrapping them around my cock, sliding up and down my erect shaft as she milked out a load like I had seen dozens of times in pornos.

Despite my earlier thoughts, I had yet to actually masturbate or do anything with my cock other than stare at it awkwardly. Living an entire life with a pussy made one somewhat accustomed to, you know, not having a dick, and I would admit to being a bit intimidated by the sudden change and what it might mean for my favorite hobby.

Right now though that didn't matter. Nothing matter except for the warm flesh in my mouth and pressing up against my face. I could fantasize about getting a titjob later. For now, this was more important.

Unfortunately, a hand on my head forced me from my warm fantasies and back into the cruel reality that I had always known. I blinked, stumbling backwards as Miyo suddenly forced me away from her chest just as I was getting into it

“T-that's enough.” She said, rubbing her chest tenderly. Her face was bright red, a blush spreading from one ear to another, and I wondered how long I had been lost in my fantasy, “I'd say you’ve had your fun. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be feeling that for the rest of the day.”

“B-but boobs…” I muttered fitfully, wiping drool off of my face as she turned away from me, hiding them away from sight and making me whine.

“I gave you more than enough time to enjoy yourself. I can't let you get too lost in your head or we'd be here all day.”

She turned her head and gave me a smirk, “And besides, I can't let you play to your heart's content when I still have to motivate you tomorrow as well. Now come on. Let's wash up and I'll get dinner started.”

She walked back towards the house, swaying her hips all the way, and I was left standing in the middle of our backyard like a slack-jawed idiot. A slack-jawed idiot with an erection, the taste of titty in their mouth and a raging desire for more.

…Did I just get blue balled?