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Gone But Not Forgotten

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Lindblum

Residential District

One year after the Great War

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"Fratley?" Freya asked, entering their shared apartment carrying various groceries. Her tail closed it behind her as she set the groceries down on the table in the middle of the main room, and she sat down, waiting for his response.

"Freya?" he asked from another room, sounding rather panicked. "Er, hold on a moment!"

Indeed, after a moment, he entered the room, frantically trying to put on a shirt.

"Fratley?!" she said, standing up and moving to him. "What's happening? Are you okay?"

He pulled the shirt on the rest of the way, and looked over her. She was, as he feared, wearing her casual clothing, simple white shirt and pants that hugged her form quite well, easily demonstrating her thick, powerful legs and hips, and her sizeable breasts as well.

"Ah, well, you see, I just--"

As he continued stammering, he backed up and bumped into the table, knocking several of the fruits Freya had purchased off the table.

"Oh, damn it, sorry, I--"

"No, no, it's fine, I'll pick those up." Freya walked to the other side and bent over to retrieve them, tail lifting as her pants tightened around her remarkable ass. He clapped his hand over his mouth as a loud squeal nearly escaped, his pants simultaneously growing quite tight.

"Hm?" Freya asked, standing back up. "Fratley, what is going on?"

"I don't...I..." The look of fear on his face suddenly dissipated into one of understanding, and his hand shook as he looked her right in the eye. "The first time we ever met."

"W-what?" Freya asked.

"It...it stopped raining that day...we had just finished our training and were ready to graduate...we saw each other and started talking..."

Freya put her hands to her mouth, tears coming to her eyes. "You...you remember?"

"I..." he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Freya, that's all I can remember."

"You still remember it," she said. "What...what happened to cause this?"

Fratley considered it for a moment. "Well...I've been having some difficulty recently with, ah...arousal."

She blushed. "What?"

"Well...you must admit, Freya, you look quite nice...and as we've grown closer, I've started to...notice. And then when you bent over like that..."

"Were you staring at my butt?" she asked.

He waved his hands. "Yes, but...I think that's what did it!"

She paused. "So...your arousal...which came to a head...helped you remember something?"

"IT would appear so."

A lengthy sequence of gears began to turn within Freya's head, and a grin spread across her face. "Fratley? I just had a great idea to get your memory back."

"It's not the thing with the gysahls again, is it?"

"No, I'm sure you'll love this." She grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted up, removing it in one motion and allowing her breasts to swing free. Fratley sucked in a short breath of air, and struggled to keep his legs from shaking as she continued.

"F-Freya?! What are you doing?!"

"Simple," she explained, yanking her trousers off and setting her hands on her wide hips. "If you simply getting aroused unlocked something, if we have sex, that should unlock the rest!"

He gulped. "Um...I don't think that is going to work, Freya..."

She frowned. "Why not?"

"Er..." He looked over her naked form, appreciating every square inch of her thick curves. "Perhaps it would be better if I showed you."

He reached down for his pants, and Freya gasped as he revealed the issue.

Even only half-erect, his cock could easily be described as "monstrous", nearly two feet in length (at least) and as wide around as his own head, and it was only growing larger now that it was revealed to the air. His balls were equally huge, comparable to watermelons in their size.

Freya sputtered, unable to even form words at it simply kept growing larger, the rounded head already leaking pre.

"It was like that when I woke up without any memory," he explained. "I found I could hide it so I could actually wear clothing like normal. Other than that...I have no idea how it works."

"It's...huge!"

"Well, yes," he said, as it finally reached its full size, reaching up slightly past his own head. "That much is obvious. As is the fact that, while it is a reasonable idea, I'm afraid it won't work."

"Are you sure?" she asked, stepping forward and wrapping her hands around it. She could just barely reach around the whole thing, and it readily throbbed in response to her touch.

"Wh...Freya! You can't be serious! This thing would tear you in half!"

"It seems you've forgotten how stretchy Burmecians are..." she purred, sliding her hands down his length until she reached his balls. "I'm sure I could handle it."

"Freya, I ca--oh!"

He cried out as she squeezed one of his hefty orbs, feeling it churn with copious amounts of thick seed.

"What was that, Fratley?"

He tried to answer, but couldn't form any words, and she smiled.

"Well, if you don't want me to stop..."

And stop she didn't, instead sticking out her tongue and dragging it against one of his balls, moaning all the way. She reached her arms around the orbs and squeezed them tightly, bending her head back so she could like at the base of his absurd cock.

"O-oh, Freya..." he moaned, trying to grab his bobbing cock to keep it under control. "Th-that's marvelous..."

"Still not sure?" she purred, squeezing tighter. "I'm sure you'd just love to empty these out inside of me...why can't you just follow your instincts?"

She continued rubbing, nuzzling her cheek against the still-churning orbs and licking at his base.

"They're so warm..." she said, letting go of them and staring up at his cock, which was still nearly throwing itself out of his hands. She then stood back up, dragging her tongue along the underside the whole time, absorbing the pleasant, salty taste as she did so. Even when she stood all the way up, she couldn't reach all the way to the top, though a bit of pre leaking from it dropped onto her extended tongue. She moaned loudly as it landed, swallowing the whole of it with ease.

"So, what do you say, Fratley?" she asked, her voice shaking with arousal. "Shall we give it a try? Or is there something else I can do for you?"

"Ah..." he began, breathing heavily. "Are you familiar with...rimming?"

She raised her eyebrows, but grinned regardless. "You want me to stick my tongue up your asshole after dragging it all over your cock? You dirty boy."

"I assure you, it's quite clean..."

"Well, then, how about you lean against the table and I'll give you a hand?"

He nodded and turned around, using one hand to support himself against it and using the other to keep his cock from banging into it. A raise of his tail revealed his tight pucker to Freya, and she couldn't help but lick her lips as she knelt down before it. She brought her hands up to his cheeks, first spreading them slightly to see how the hole responded, the moving on to rubbing and practically revering the whole of his ass.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to make it cleaner," she said. She moved her face forward, sticking her tongue out and touching only the very tip against his pucker. As expected, it was impeccably clean, bearing only a slight lavender taste from that soap he liked.

"Ooh, Freya..." he moaned, digging his claws into the floor. "Forgive me...I'm very sensitive there..."

Freya grinned, and without warning, pushed as much of her tongue in has she could. Fratley gasped, bucking forward and nearly smacking his cock against a chair on the other side of the table, pulling his ass away from Freya's eager tongue. She frowned and tightened her grip on his hips, pulling him back down and returning her tongue to its place, wiggling it around as he wiggled around himself in response, both working simultaneously to enhance the experience.

"Oh, gods, Freya!" he cried, this time pushing his ass back toward her and forcing her tongue up farther, reaching where he hadn't even thought she would have. "Your tongue is incredible!"

A wicked gleam grew in her eyes as she realized how utterly helpless he was in this state, and she took a hand away from his hip, reaching around to grab one of his massive balls and squeeze what little of it she managed to take hold of. He squirmed further, but fearing what she might do next, he didn't dare try to pull away from her as she kept working her tongue inside his asshole.

"Freya, please, stop teasing..." he complained, barely able to contain himself any further. She smiled and pulled her tongue out, wiping her lips and standing back up. He looked back at her, eyes wide.

"The first time you managed to land a hit on me in training," he said. "You felt so terrible...yet I was so proud..."

She stepped back, but quickly recovered. "It's working, then. But we're not finished yet." She turned around and bent over, lifting her tail much as he just had. He gulped and carefully guided his vast length from beneath the table, turning to face her and resting his cock atop her firm ass, a bit of pre leaking from the tip and dripping onto her back.

"You must really want me, Fratley," she said. "Take me. Take back all your memories of us."

He hesitated, but as their eyes locked, his resolve strengthened, and a vast, smug grin crossed his face. "All right, Freya. But if you're so confident...I won't hold back!"

He raised one leg behind him, pushing away the table effortlessly and taking advantage of the empty space to step back, lining up his tip with her pussy. She set her hands on her thighs, spreading her legs to give him an easier time.

Without warning, he pushed forward and spread her lips, even just his tip spreading her wider than most people would consider reasonable. She sucked in a sharp breath as he did so, tail shaking when he paused to consider his next move.

"You'd better be ready to push back on me," he said. "Because I want to bury this whole ridiculous thing inside of you."

He pushed forward once again, and as he had advised, she used every bit of strength her legs had to push back, many more inches of his impossible cock entering her. His tip poked against the entrance to her womb within moments, and with their combined efforts, broke through, her chamber stretching around his head with impressive ease. She hissed as the unfamiliar feeling washed over, but she soon realized that, indeed, it was merely a new, higher type of pleasure. She glanced down; as expected, his half-foot-wide cock buried so deep within her was causing a sizeable bulge in her stomach, already reaching up to her sternum...and there was so much more to go!

After allowing her to grow accustomed for a few seconds, he pushed forward again, and the bulge grew even more, pushing away from her chest and pushing her breasts aside as her skin somehow continued to stretch around his cock. She looked down as the bulge passed in front of her face, eyes widening as she realized just what they were doing together.

"Fratley," she moaned as he finally managed to hilt her, his balls pressing against the back of her thighs. "There's so much..."

"There's much more to come, dear Freya," he said, bending over and setting his hand beneath her chin. "So very much more."

Slowly, he pulled his hip back, allowing his slickened cock to slide back out. The nerves deep within Freya, unfamiliar to feelings like this, cried out in fresh pleasure as his massive cock dragged along them and the flesh along the bulge retracted, though not by much, as he could only remove a small part of his cock from her. She whimpered slightly, legs beginning to shake as the combined pleasure simply overwhelmed her.

"Doing all right?" he asked, right next to her ear. She nodded, trying to hold back the vocalizations she so desperately wanted to release. "Good."

With no warning at all, he thrust forward as hard as he could. She gasped in shock as she stretched back to the full size much faster than before, slamming the bulge out in front of her and stretching her womb out without remorse. She cried out as an orgasm wracked over her entire body, clenching tight around the mass occupying much of her body.

Fratley groaned as she squeezed hard on him. Damn, but she had a good grip! He'd have thought she wouldn't have much ability to do that with how stretched out she was, and yet there she was, squeezing like a vise around his cock as if to force the cum from his churning balls.

Naturally, with such an incredible tightness, and perhaps more importantly, the source of that tightness, he couldn't possibly hold back even with all of his discipline. He growled loudly as his balls pulled up, allowing his cum to burst forth within her, the first gallon-sized shot alone distorting her belly even further like a condom being filled up, not even having a chance to settle to the bottom before his next shot came through, and the next, and the next. Each one distorted her in the same way, and an expanding paunch quickly grew beneath her from his near-constant stream of thick seed.

"Oh, heavens!" she cried out as the sheer experience caused her to cum yet again, her eyes rolling back and mouth hanging wide open. Soon, under his impossible deluge, her expanding balloon of a belly reached the floor, yet he didn't stop, or even slow down. For several minutes, he continued emptying his bottomless reservoirs of cum deep within her, which eventually started spraying out around his cock as it simply ran out of room on the inside. By this time, Freya was easily more cum than Burmecian by a significant factor, her inflated belly stretching out several feet on either side and pushing her almost a whole foot off the floor, which creaked in protest of the absurd load placed on it.

She panted heavily, pressing her arms against the great, squishy mass that was her stomach, feeling his production sloshing around within her and spraying out of her. "Wow..." was all she could say as she looked back, staring deep into Fratley's eyes. He seemed to be deep in thought, mouth hanging open as he considered something.

"F-Freya..." he managed to stammer eventually. "I...I remember..."

That got her attention. "What?"

"I...oh, Freya, there's so much I just...lost..."

She gulped, considering her next words carefully. "How...how much can you remember?"

"I...most of it, I believe..."

She frowned. "Most of it?"

"There...there's still about a year missing in total..."

She considered this for a moment. "Well...we know how to get it back now, don't we?"

"You want to again?" he asked. "I suppose we don't have much other choice."

He pulled out, waiting a few moments for his cock to return to full length once more. "If you're anything like the last time, then this shouldn't take much longer..."

"We shouldn't do it the same way twice in a row, should we?" she asked. "I mean, it might just not do anything at all if we do it that way again."

"Freya, what exactly are you suggesting we do next?"

She grinned. "Stick that thing in my ass, is what I'm saying."

He raised his eyebrows. "Are...are you sure? I mean, the normal way is one thing with something this monstrous, but that way..."

"Do you think I can't handle it?" she asked, giving her huge belly a hearty slap. "I handled all this, didn't I?"

"I just don't want to see you hurt...not with all these feelings I've just gotten back..."

She paused. "O-oh. I'm sorry, I guess I'm just being a little hasty..."

"I understand. And honestly, you do have a rather nice ass," he said. "And your hips are quite nice as well. I would hardly mind stretching them out a bit if you think you can take it."

"Fratley, you pervert," she chided, though he could tell she was kidding. "If I had known you were that desperate for my ass, I'd have let you done this ages ago."

"Would have been a better idea than those gysahls," he said.

"You really aren't going to let that go, are you?"

"No, no I'm not." He grabbed his half-deflated cock, giving it a few pumps to put it back into action. Within seconds, he was ready once more, eyes on a rather different prize. "If you need to me to stop, just say so."

He set his tip against her ass, already finding it slightly more resistive than her pussy had been. As is expected, he thought. This isn't really supposed to in there...but if she wants to do it this way...

He pushed forward, finding he had to use quite a bit of the strength in his legs to enter this much tighter hole. However, years of dragoon training paid off, and he soon managed to push his head inside her ass. She gasped when he did, unfamiliar to the strange feeling of anything in there, much less something as wide around as her thigh.

He paused, allowing her to recover, before pushing forward once more, more and more of his length entering her ass. Even with her hips as wide and powerful as they were, she obviously struggled to contain all of him in the "wrong" hole...though he had to admit, it felt VERY right. In fact, by his own reckoning, this was even better than the other way!

"Hah...Fratley..." she moaned. "It's so good..."

"I...ah...I'm enjoying this quite a lot myself...we should open with this next time..."

"Next time?"

"We are doing this again, aren't we?" he asked, reaching down to grab her hips to gain more leverage. By now, the bulge in her belly had returned, even with how inflated she already was; he was simply that long. "I certainly hope we are~"

"Oh, yesss..." the word trailed off into a gentle hiss of pleasure as he finally managed to hilt himself inside of her ass. He paused to appreciate just how much his cock was stretching her out; the hole itself gripped incredibly tightly, more than he thought it could have at that point, and her hips jutted out several inches to the side more than they normally did, and given how well-built her hips were, that was certainly saying something.

"You are truly astonishing, Freya," he said. Notions of how exactly this was working within the constraints of Burmecian biology flashed through his mind, but he ignored them. "Ready for me to wreck your ass?"

"Wh--Fratley!" she cried, shocked at his language.

"Sorry. It just came to me."

"...Keep saying that stuff."

He grinned. "I'll have plenty of things to say, Freya. For example, by the time I'm finished with you, I'm sure you'll never be able to walk quite right again."

"Please, fuck my ass already!"

He shrugged. "If you want it that badly...here it comes! Lance charge!"

"Wait, that's the wrong--" she was cut off when he pulled his hips back, causing a sudden feeling of emptiness deep inside her as nearly a whole foot of his belly-stretching cock was removed from her. She gasped, waving her arm frantically as if to beg him to give it back.

But she had no reason to beg. Almost as soon as he had pulled back, he thrust back in with twice the speed, slamming into her and causing small ripples to travel over her inflated belly when his head reached the place it was before.

"What was that, Freya?" he asked, halting for a moment.

"Don't stop!" she yelled. "Fuck me raw!"

"That's what I thought you said," he said, continuing as he had before, viciously pounding away at her tight ass, hard enough to actually push her and her massive belly forward nearly into the next room. She arched her head back, her whole world a blur of stunning pleasure, her eyes rolling back as she transitioned into a continuous series of massive orgasms.

Fratley himself wasn't far off. With how tightly he was being gripped, it was impossible for him to hold back any longer. With a cry, he released, unleashing an even greater torrent of cum than before into Freya's depths. She came down from her high as the warm, thick fluid began to fill her insides, and a funny feeling started to grow in the back of her throat. Without warning, his cum burst forth from her mouth, spraying out and splattering against the wall with incredible force. After the initial moment of shock wore off, she desperately tried to hold her mouth closed, but all that did was force the cum to go through alternate paths, spraying out of her nose and even her ears when enough pressure was built up. She found no other choice but to open her mouth back up to let it go out that way; still, copious amounts burst out of her ears and nose, as there was simply so much of it.

"That's incredible, Freya!" Fratley said, both amused and aroused at the sight. "I've never seen anything like that before!"

She would have said something, but the cum still poured from her mouth, nose, and ears without pause. How much could Fratley produce?!

Quite a good bit more, as it turned out. By the time he finally finished cumming, a massive pool had collected in both their living room and the kitchenette. Freya herself was filled with uncountable gallons of thick seed, more of a balloon than a Burmecian. Cum still leaked from all the holes it could, even the ones it really shouldn't have been coming out of.

And she couldn't be happier.

"Ah..." Freya panted, barely able to speak, both from the experience and the sperm occupying her mouth. "Fratley...that was incredible..."

He didn't answer, instead bringing his hand to his mouth.

"Fratley?"

He tried to answer, but the cum in her ears prevented her from understanding.

"Sorry, hold on." She plugged her nose and blew as hard as she could, spraying the last bit out from her ears. "Could you repeat that?"

"I said I remember everything."

She gasped. "Everything?"

"Every last moment, as if it all happened yesterday."

She considered this for a moment. "I'm not sure this is the right circumstance to start getting all mushy."

"Ah, right," he agreed, looking over her form. "I've found that this stuff dissipates after a bit on its own. Just wait a few minutes."

"How does that work?"

He shrugged. "Magic, I'd assume. I stopped questioning it a while ago."

"Well, I won't either, then."

So, they waited, and to Freya's astonishment, his words were true: the cum splattered throughout their apartment and occupying much of her body began to simply vanish. It wasn't even as if it was evaporating, it was like it had never been there at all.

"Wow..." Freya said. "That's incredible."

"And convenient."

She chuckled, standing up as she reached "only" a few gallons left inside her. "This would have been a pain otherwise. I'd have been completely immobile!"

"Rather inconvenient, isn't it?" Fratley asked, patting the seat next to him. "Care to join me?"

"Of course."

Free of her previous burden, she moved to the couch, sitting down next to him. Fratley wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer.

"So...you said you remembered everything?"

"Every moment," he said, closing his eyes and smiling. "Oh, how wonderful this is..."

He suddenly felt a hand brushing against his cheek. He opened his eyes and turned to face Freya, looking deeply into her eyes for a moment. Suddenly, both moved forward, lips locking in a tight kiss. They held for some time, neither making any noise, simply enjoying the contact.

They still had to breathe of course, so they soon pulled away and opened their eyes again.

"It's so good to be back," he whispered. "I can't believe this all just...went away..."

"That doesn't matter anymore," she said. "You're here again, all of you, and you're not going away again."

He looked away. "But...what if I do?"

She grinned. "Then we know exactly what to do then, don't we?"

"I certainly hope we won't only be doing that to make sure my memories stay where they're supposed to be."

"Oh, of course not. You said I wouldn't be walking straight ever again, and I expect you to hold that up."

"Well, if you're up for that, then I will."

"Speaking of which, how long does it take for you to recharge?"

He thought for a moment. "From now? About ten minutes."

"Care to have another go, then? There might sill be a few memories hiding out in there, and there's so many more ways to try."

He smiled. "I would love to."

And then they fucked seven more times in a row and the building owner yelled at them for the mess.

THE END