My Wife Becomes the Perfect Onahole
"Onahole. This one was a real bitch to make too, just getting the vocal cords and respiratory system set up safely..."
"Gonna drive me crazy for real."
I rubbed my dry face and let out a sigh.
"You idiot. Who drinks something like that knowing what it does?"
"B-but...! I wanted to try it with you quick, hubby..."
My wife whimpered, her eyes brimming with tears. I couldn't yell at her or scold her.
"When does the effect wear off?"
At my resigned question, Elma averted her gaze.
"Ab-bout... two days...?"
"Two days?"
"Probably...?"
A moment later. Living room.
I carefully laid Elma on Neukdori. She couldn't even twitch a fingertip, her tiny body limp like a doll.
"Haa..."
Thud. I collapsed to the floor and scratched my head furiously.
"Looks like I'm on full-time caregiving duty for two days straight."
I'd have to feed her. Take her to the bathroom. Wash her, of course.
"Jeez, no more accidents like this."
I grumbled as I looked down at Elma. But something felt off. Her expression was strange. A sly glint flickered in her almond-shaped eyes.
"Uhuhuhu..."
A seductive chuckle.
"Hubby. This isn't the time to rest."
"Huh?"
"This is your chance."
"What chance? My chance to suffer?"
Elma rolled her eyes up at me.
"Look at my body."
"So what makes it a chance?"
"Hubby. Are you dumb?"
Her lips curled into a smirk.
"It stretches forever. No tearing, no pain."
"..."
"Can't move a finger, so no resisting. No strength at all."
Gulp. My throat bobbed.
"Meaning you can do whatever you want with me."
Elma smacked her lips.
"Guys love this stuff!"
"Huh? Love what?"
"That thing! I saw it online!"
"What exactly did you see online?"
A horrifying phrase slipped from her tiny lips.
"Onahole!!"
"...Pardon?"
Are you sane, human... no, dwarf?
"Use my body like your personal onahole!!"
She was a tenured university professor. The great, renowned, esteemed (self-proclaimed) genius grand mage. And that vulgar word came from her mouth. My mind went blank.
"Seriously, stop browsing the internet. You're picking up all this weird crap."
"But! Isn't this your fantasy, hubby?!"
"When did I ever say on—"
I couldn't even say it out loud, it was so embarrassing.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My heart pounded like mad. Blood rushed south.
Can't resist.
Do whatever.
Her crude, tempting words. Primal male instinct crept up.
"...I heard that gulp, hubby."
Provocation. Elma watched me lazily, her eyes on the bulge straining my pants.
"Seriously... why do you keep pushing like this?"
I rubbed my face, berating myself. The situation was too arousing—guilt-inducing levels of exciting. Hard to refuse.
"What am I, some beast?"
I whipped my head away, hoping out of sight would calm the urge. No dice.
"You're still a patient, no matter what."
My voice cracked noticeably.
"How could I do that to someone paralyzed from a drug side effect?"
I tried to draw a firm line. "Make a proper drug next time, and we'll do it then."
"...Hic."
A sob. I flinched. My shoulders jerked.
"That's too mean..."
Her voice dripped with moisture.
"I... I was ready to take all of you... Hic..."
I turned back. Elma stared at the ceiling, tears welling in her almond eyes. She looked like a pitiful hamster.
"I chugged that nasty-tasting drug... and ended up fully paralyzed... and you still don't want me...?"
Tears finally trickled down.
"After all this suffering... you don't get horny for me...?"
"...Haa."
A deep sigh. I surrendered inwardly. My little wife who'd risk her life for me. How could I push her away?
"Jeez... you know me too well, Elma. That's the problem."
"Hehe..."
She beamed through her tears, that bewitching smile breaking me completely.
Gulp. I swallowed dryly. Slowly knelt. Leaned right up to Elma.
Whoosh. I reached out, gripped the hem of her negligee. Gently lifted it.
Slipping away—naked. Her 90cm frame, adorably petite. Overflowing, heavy breasts and hips.
"Euuut..."
Elma let out a pained groan.
"Hoo..."
Deep breath. I slid my hand under her limp armpit.
"Up you go."
"Aaht."
I hoisted her up. Heavy. No muscle tone at all. Like lifting a massive water balloon—unfamiliar weight.
Slumping. Her body dangled limply in the air. Head lolled back. Short, chubby limbs hung like a doll's.
Her gaze was alive. Head tilted back, almond eyes glancing at me sideways.
"Haa... haa..."
Her eyes burned with heat. Cheeks flushed ripe. Ragged breaths licked my neck hotly.
I gritted my teeth. Yanked my pants down roughly. My swollen shaft sprang out like a spring.
"Eek...!"
Elma's pupils shook wildly. The overwhelming size difference we'd experienced before.
"I-it's okay. Hurry and do it..."
But this time, no fear—just blind craving. Elma whispered through trembling lips.
No foreplay needed. Her delicate folds already drooled slick nectar.
"Come inside quick, hubby..."
Permission granted. I aligned the tip carefully with her tiny entrance.
"Ugh...!"
As slow as possible. As gentle as possible, I pushed in. The head soon breached her.
Sloooowly—
I couldn't believe my eyes.
It really goes in?}
No tearing sensation. Not even stretching pain. Her soft entrance stretched endlessly, swallowing my shaft.
Infinite elasticity. Like a slime sucking me in.
"Eh...?"
Halfway in—something thin and sticky blocked the tip.
Hymen. The membrane that should tear. The barrier that should gush blood.
"Wha...?"
It didn't tear. Instead, it stretched like a condom, molding to my shape.
"Elma...!"
Too shocked, I froze.
"E-Elma. This... it won't tear?! Doesn't it hurt?!"
Panicked shout. Her response—a heated moan.
"Haa...! Uuht. D-don't know...!"
Elma's face drowned in pleasure.
"N-not painful at all...! Just... uuht...! Feels like my belly's filling up...!"
"Really not hurting?!"
"Yeah...! Please don't stop... push the rest in...!"
Thrust—. I shoved the rest in.
"Aaaang...!!"
Elma's shrill cry erupted. Her solar plexus bulged outward. Not a drop of blood. Soft, chewy walls embraced me fully.
"Holy shit..."
I muttered unconsciously. Pleasure beyond imagination. Warm. And a grotesquely tight grip.
Onahole.
Onahole.
Her vulgar word from moments ago struck like lightning.
Yeah. This was a living, breathing onahole. A mind-blowingly good one for onahole play. Fleeting guilt shattered before the ecstasy.
My hips bucked wildly.
Slap! Slap-squelch! Gluck!
Vulgar wet slaps of flesh on flesh.
"Aaah...! Haat...! Uwaang...! H-hubby...!"
Elma's limbs flopped limply with my thrusts. Purely passive. Her 90cm body shaken only by my power.
Slap! Ploomp! Squelch!
"Hwaaaang...! Haaaang...!"
Her twintails flapped in the air. Pure bliss filled her pale face. She looked up at me, tears streaming fiercely down her cheeks.
"Hwaaaang! Aa...! Hic...!"
Childlike wails.
"It's all in... hubby's all inside my belly...!"
Heart-wrenching sobs. Tears scattered from her almond eyes.
"Hic, hwaaaang... Feels so good...! So happy...!"
Her tiny lips quivered delicately.
"I'm really, truly your wife now...!"
A lifetime of self-loathing. Her complex's chains snapped. In my arms.
"Uht..."
Tears welled in my eyes. Emotions surged uncontrollably.
"Yeah. That's right."
I crushed her chewy skin to me. Resumed furious hip thrusts.
Slap! Slap-squelch!
"My wife. The cutest wife in the world. Elma."
"Hiaaang...! Hwaaaang!!"
Speed ramped up. Instincts ran wild. Beastly mating, reason gone.
"Ah... Aaaaah...! Gonna cum...!! Hubby. I, me...! Weird. Belly feels too weird...!"
Climax. Elma's tear-streaked eyes rolled back white.
Shiver-shiver—!
Her limp naked body convulsed. Massive orgasm swallowed her tiny frame.
"Aaaaaang---!!!"
Scream like tearing. Her walls clenched my shaft. Suckers latched on. No holding back.
"Kruht...!!"
Spurt-spurt—!
Deep inside. At the stretched membrane's end. I unloaded everything into her womb.
"A. Aa...!"
Gurgle-gurgle. Flooding seed. Elma moaned happily, face a mess of tears and snot.
"So hot... haa... belly's so hot inside..."
Dazed mutter. Long ejaculation lasted seconds.
"Haa... haa..."
Afterglow faded. Thud. I collapsed onto Neukdori, panting. Onto my chest.
My little queen, slumped like slime.
"Hoo..."
Ragged breaths tickled our faces. Rain-soaked forest scent. Nutty aroma. Richer, sweeter than ever.
Elma nuzzled my chest. Grinning in relief. Face full of lazy, satisfied bliss.
"How was it...?"
Exhausted breath.
"...Just like I said...?"
Her lips twitched. Playful voice tickled my ear.
"No tearing..."
Sly almond eyes curved.
"I'm your eternal virgin onahole now... Pretty amazing, right...?"
Genius PhD dropping lewd jokes on the brink of passing out. Her ridiculous vulgarity drew a hollow laugh.
Really. So consistent. Love it.
"All talk, my queen."
Mwah. Kiss on her round forehead.
"Eugh... Don't call me queen..."
Even now, she grumbled.
Morning.
"Mm..."
I struggled to lift heavy eyelids. Woke to instant back pain.
Went at it like crazy last night.
How many times did we go? Couldn't remember.
"Hoo."
Panting, I turned my gaze.
Squish. Chewy softness. Pale barley hair on bare skin.
"..."
My little queen. Professor Elma Bronzebeer slept soundly. Age suited her, but her cute build made her look babyish.
Shift. She stirred. Short arm flopped limply.
"Ah."
Reality hit. Full-body paralysis. At least two days like this.
"Gonna drive me crazy."
Hollow laugh. Sweet wedding night followed by nursing a paralyzed patient.
But what can you do? She's my wife. Gotta care for her.
"Elma. Wake up. It's morning."
I gently shook her tiny shoulder.