Chapter 2: Friends and the Hidden Confession

“Nnn… Mm~”

Half-asleep grogginess lingered, but strange internal fullness rapidly sobered her. The rigid foreign object completely filled her lower body – even sitting up created intense penetration sensations.

“Right… Today’s the… Hnn~ This feels totally different from stockings.” Supporting her waist, Eiko maintained upright posture to avoid bending the internal chocolate mold.

Though specially edible, chocolate remains fragile – breakage inside would spell disaster.

Carefully dressing in school uniform transformed ordinary attire through meticulous preparation. Neat skirt, ironed collar, subtle makeup, and pink bow-tied hair crafted Eiko into a beautifully wrapped present.

Finally came the white tights. Donning them always reminded Eiko of internal stuffing days. Publicly displaying stockings brought shame, yet these were mandatory for chocolate confessions. Though she modified details due to fastidiousness, core rules remained immutable – altering them would devalue her “love”.

Following predetermined rules meant exposing stocking truths alongside internal confession chocolate – an embarrassing disclosure. Though sexually liberal times permitted, this innocent highschooler remained unprepared for personal revelation. While peers experienced wilder lifestyles, Eiko stayed pure.

Maintaining secrecy throughout preparations, even hiding from parents.

“Oh, full of energy today.”

Exiting her room, Eiko first saw her father habitually sipping tea with newspaper on the sofa.

Such typical middle-aged behavior – she thought.

“Her back was also perfectly straight, unlike how she usually slouched like a caterpillar when getting up, her walk having that wriggling motion haha.”

“I…I wasn’t like that!”

Father’s teasing made Aiko flush with embarrassment, though it was indeed true. Normally groggy-eyed upon waking, today was different – the solidified chocolate inside her body prevented bending over, forcing her to maintain this elegant upright posture.

But this wasn’t entirely bad. Combined with the girl’s delicate makeup and the subtle sweet fragrance emanating from her body, Aiko’s graceful bearing today made her appear utterly flawless.

Though with each step came that sensation of being deeply penetrated. Even after stuffing stockings inside for hours, her body remained stubbornly sensitive.

But this wouldn’t last long. According to the arranged timing, he would arrive at the designated spot this morning. She just needed to maintain this forced elegance a little longer.

After bidding farewell to her family, Aiko bravely embarked on her romantic pursuit. Yet she wasn’t entirely alone – as usual, her friend Heruno was already waiting by the flowerbed.

Heruno had been Aiko’s close companion since middle school, one of the few peers Aiko could feel taller than, making them quasi-childhood friends. But since high school, Aiko had gradually felt distance growing between them – or to put it tactfully, an increasing sense of unfamiliarity.

“You…got promoted?” Aiko noticed the collar Heruno had worn for over a year now displayed a pink tag instead of the white probationary marker.

“Heh, of course! I’m improving fast – can even handle adults now,” Heruno tilted her chin proudly. “I’m officially professional now, but the agency insists I finish high school. Seriously, studying’s so boring…though my clients’ enthusiasm isn’t bad either.”

“That’s…so like Heruno.” Aiko struggled to find responses during these moments.

“Obviously! Besides, everyone praises how I don’t block their view when held in front. Super convenient~”

Aiko realized – maybe shortness was an advantage in this profession. If so, maybe she could…No! That’s unacceptable!

Aiko shook off the thought. Heruno’s job wasn’t for civilians. This “holding in front” was euphemistic – it wasn’t just positioning, but letting men insert their…Aiko’s imagination failed her.

Public Sexual Relief Tool – Heruno’s official title. At 16, any healthy citizen could apply. After probation comes certification and substantial pay. But few endure it – the cruel rule allowing anyone (gender irrelevant) to “use” the collar-wearing Tools without refusal.

The collar tracked working hours for salary calculation. Despite generous compensation, the relentless client flow broke most people.

Aiko never imagined petite Heruno hid such intense sexual appetite. Learning about her friend’s vocational choice shocked her. Discovering Heruno had secretly worn vibrators through middle school left Aiko speechless.

She’d always seen Heruno as an easily-blushing cutie. Who knew the pink-dressed pixie flushed from climaxes? Facing this transformed friend, Aiko felt conversationally adrift.

Girl talks inevitably veered into sex toy recommendations or creampie experiences, leaving Aiko flustered. Thankfully Heruno sometimes shifted to cosmetics to continue chats.

“Crime seems rising lately. Media’s making a fuss.” Aiko steered conversation safer.

“Right? Especially sex offenders. Why commit crimes when they could come to me?” Heruno’s治安献身spirit was astounding.

“Oh, know Xu Xianqing? The one transformed into girl for未成年侵犯? If he’d come to me…” Heruno tapped her collar proudly. “Saw her yesterday actually. Looked melancholic.”

“Ah…haha yeah.” While Heruno chatted casually, Aiko self-reflected. Though slightly taller, maybe she qualified as ‘rare resource’ too? She thought of him – would he approve?

“You look great today. Posture’s so proper. Good news?” Heruno’s bus-seat question cornered Aiko.

“N-not really…” Fidgeting with her skirt, Aiko struggled to answer. Worse, sitting intensified that penetration feeling – pleasure accumulating since morning now mortified her.

Salvation came from an unexpected voice.

“Excusing me miss, are you using her?” A ordinary-looking man, about twenties, asked.

“No, just chatting.” Aiko lagged in mentally shifting Heruno from ‘friend’ to ‘sex tool’, pausing before understanding.

“Perfect. Been wanting to try this cutie~”

Mid-sentence, the man scooped up Heruno toward his seat.

“No… Um… Actually, she and I are…” Aiko watched her friend being carried away but couldn’t intervene. Casual chatting didn’t count as ‘using’, and without being actively used, Liang Lu as a communal item couldn’t be privately occupied at will.

“Friends…” Aiko sighed helplessly. She had nearly grown accustomed to Liang Lu being abruptly taken like this through frequent occurrences. However, years of close companionship still prevented Aiko from fully adjusting her mindset. Each time Liang Lu was taken away, an inexplicable loneliness surged through her, alongside a growing emotional distance from her friend.

The young man sat where Aiko could clearly observe. He calmly unzipped his pants to reveal a formidable erection. Liang Lu obediently slid her strawberry-patterned panties down to her ankles beneath her skirt – childish taste contrasting sharply with her insatiable sexual appetite, a paradox that perpetually puzzled Aiko.

Liang Lu’s pink-hued vulva appeared untouched despite frequent use. From her tightly closed slit emerged a string with a pull ring. With practiced ease, she hooked the ring and drew downward, extracting an egg-sized vibrator plug from her petite honeypot, accompanied by a trickle of milky-white fluid.

“Uh-ya!” Liang Lu hurriedly covered her vagina to prevent stored semen from leaking. Fortunately, her compact frame maintained exceptional vaginal tightness. Minimal leakage occurred only during plug removal due to inevitable stretching. The resilient passage swiftly sealed itself, trapping the remaining semen. After confirming containment, she transferred the plug into her clean rosebud for temporary storage, reserving it for reinsertion after this upcoming ejaculation.

The youth gripped Liang Lu’s slender waist, aligning his erection with her prepared entrance before gradually lowering her. This measured descent excited Liang Lu, who always savored these moments of primal penetration. As a sexual utility item, none surpassed her professional dedication.

The draped school skirt concealed their union, only Liang Lu’s evolving expressions chronicling the invasion of the young man’s monstrous member.

“Mm~” Liang Lu’s petite frame suddenly tensed as if struck in some sensitive depth.

Thus seated fully upon the youth, the miniature maiden began undulating beneath her uniform skirt. Such was the daily routine of sexual utility objects. This scenario counted as favorable – muted noises and skirt-concealed motions maintained public decorum.

Liang Lu frequently endured multi-person servicing sessions requiring complete exposure, typically conducted in secluded alleys until all participants exhausted their reserves. By those conclusions, she’d verge on collapse yet paradoxically relish the exhaustion.

However, these repressed scenarios provided unique satisfaction.

The stranger caressed Liang Lu’s head like petting an animal, inducing tranquil pleasure. Nestling compliantly in his embrace, she subtly undulated while savoring the fiery intrusion. Vaginal muscle contractions honed through years of service maximized pleasure for both parties.

Liang Lu felt the burning shaft pulse twice inside her before powerful arms crushed her downward. The cock plunged deeper, cervix breached as the glans partially invaded her womb, discharging viscous desire directly into her most sacred chamber.

“Ugh-hn~” The sensation of foreign semen violently flooding her body invariably triggered climax. Her compact frame tensed rigidly, mind blanketed by overwhelming ecstasy.

Consciousness returned after three seconds. Five seconds. Eight. Ten.

[No way! He’s still cumming!] Liang Lu realized something abnormal.
Twelve seconds. Fourteen.

Her womb swollen beyond capacity from fresh and stored semen, Liang Lu attempted to lift herself off the cervix-piercing cock. But immobilized in the mating press, half the glans remained entrenched, continuing its ruthless irrigation of tender uterine flesh – this supple plaything forcibly maintained in womb-filling creampie position.

Finally, the young man shot for over twenty seconds before letting Liang Lu go. The little one’s tears came out. For someone as sexually charged as her, being shot like this in one go carried an inexplicable humiliation.

“It’s almost… can’t hold…” Liang Lu looked at the young man with somewhat accusatory eyes.

The young man seemed somewhat embarrassed, scratching the back of his head with an awkward chuckle. He helped Liang Lu stuff the vibrating egg back into her vagina as partial compensation for cleanup assistance, though he pushed it so deep that the pull-ring got embedded in her slit.

“You bastard modified your balls, didn’t you!” Liang Lu clutched her stomach feeling obvious swelling. Though she’d experienced similar states before, being directly shot full like this in one go was a first.

“Alright! You can’t keep holding me after use.” Liang Lu pushed away the young man’s hands, hopped down, then wobbled back to her seat after pulling up her panties.

Seeing the little one seemed somewhat angry, the young man didn’t request another round. Although sex utility tools nominally existed as expendable items that couldn’t refuse, society actually showed great understanding and tolerance toward these lovely females (and some males).

Liang Lu was indeed angry, but not for the reason the young man thought. She didn’t resist being fucked—in fact quite liked it. However, her petite physique gave both advantages and disadvantages.

For instance, her capacity was truly limited. To prevent pregnancy, all sex utility tools’ wombs came pre-installed with contraceptive bulbs. These pigeon egg-sized vibrating spheres would violently shake upon detecting fertilized eggs to destroy them. Already cramped space having to accommodate such objects left even less room.

Her small womb’s cervical opening remained tightly closed due to developmental constraints. When pried open and filled from creampies, semen got firmly trapped inside. Official drainage required special catheters only usable at night. Being filled completely this early meant countable sex opportunities remained today.

“Are you okay?” Aiko asked, puzzled by Liang Lu’s unhappiness after returning. She was supposed to love such things most.

“Fine… just… womb’s almost full.”

“Uh…”

“Where were we just now?”

“Why does Teacher Cai have such big breasts?”

“Did I really bring up that kind of topic?”

“Yes, you were enthusiastically analyzing several pieces of evidence about her breast augmentation earlier.”

“Oh right… First I should say, normal people’s breasts can’t possibly grow into that shape naturally…”

The topic successfully diverted, Eiko breathed a sigh of relief. She knew Liang Lu’s habits well – after finishing, there would always be these memory lapses where she’d forget what was said beforehand. Also, while taking pride in her petite figure, Liang Lu harbored resentment towards those with large breasts. By leveraging these two points, handling little Liang Lu was easy.

Both Eiko and Liang Lu lived far from school with long commutes. During the ride, Liang Lu got taken away several times, her face still flushed with lingering redness when they finally got off.

“Mmmph!” Suddenly the little one clutched her stomach and squatted down.

“What’s wrong?” Eiko asked anxiously, though she found herself unable to squat – the chocolate inside her body forbade such movements.

“It’s… liquid slime… Just yesterday I heard those older girls talking about it, never thought I’d get hit today. Nngh~” Supported by Eiko, Liang Lu stood up with an unnatural flush. “Slippery… squirming inside… Ugh!” Her small frame trembled slightly as if enduring something.

“What… is that thing?” Eiko instinctively sensed this wasn’t anything good.

“Didn’t they ban inserting strange objects into sexual aid devices recently? Then this product appeared. Some people implant slime cores in their dicks, then shoot them into our wombs during climax. The slime develops and moves around inside. Such… a terrible prank.” Despite her words, Liang Lu didn’t seem genuinely upset – if anything, somewhat enjoying it.

“Enough, stop following me.” Just as Eiko wanted to voice her opinion, commotion erupted behind them.

“Young Mistress, are you sure you don’t need…”

“I can handle it alone. Ignore that old man’s orders.” The approaching voice grew clearer as Eiko glimpsed a fast-walking girl.

“But…”

“But what? What else do you want to say?” The girl suddenly turned to confront her follower.

“If exposed… Nevermind.” The follower abruptly clamped her mouth shut.

“Uwah, big-boobed monster incoming,” Liang Lu muttered under her breath.

This was her consistent attitude towards An Guruo, or rather her standard approach to all large-breasted individuals. This was the only aspect fitting her flat-chested loli persona.

An Guruo walked past without glancing around – typical behavior for the Young Mistress.

Eiko didn’t know much about An Guruo beyond her being a wealthy heiress. Strong-willed, she seemed to detest relying on family power, insisting on handling everything herself. While Eiko somewhat admired this attitude, the impenetrable “keep away” aura surrounding the Young Mistress made approach impossible.

Not that it mattered. Eiko had no reason to befriend her, though seeing An Guruo weakly hook up IV drips daily made her want to help. The Young Mistress seemed to have some illness – energetic in mornings but visibly weakening as time passed until noon IV treatments revived her. Despite this, she attended classes religiously, even self-administering IVs. Beautiful yet never using her looks to seek help – truly extraordinary.

Of course, she still couldn’t compare to someone else. Checking the time, Eiko realized she needed to hurry to the old school building.

“Liang Lu, I have something…” Turning to bid farewell, she found the little one already taken away again, leaving her to sigh helplessly.

After all, Liang Lu remained highly popular among boys at school. Who knew how long her little womb could endure after this morning’s events? Truly remarkable – filled to bursting, then secretly implanted with slime.

Though Eiko somewhat envied how Liang Lu could climax openly without restraint. When stuffed with stockings, the soft clingy异物 often drove her to the edge in public, yet she dared show nothing. Like now, chocolate-filled Eiko struggled to contain herself, but considering the impending confession, she had to suppress desires.

Eiko hurried towards the meeting spot, her heartbeat accelerating with each step.

[Is she here? Does she remember our promise from half a month ago? She won’t outright reject me, right? After all, between girls…] These thoughts swirled endlessly in Eiko’s mind.
If it were ordinary boys, Eiko felt confident none would refuse her. But she had to fall for her.

Kind and intelligent, treating everyone with such care and attention. Most importantly, Eiko could sense a special kind of concern from her. The girl’s intuition told her this was a care that transcended typical teacher-student relationships.

Eiko believed meeting Teacher Su Rou was truly the happiest thing that had ever happened in her life.

Upon learning that the teacher was still single, Eiko felt her chance had finally come.

[It’s okay! Same-sex marriage between women is legal now. If we want children, I can even carry the child for you!]
From afar, Eiko spotted that tall, slender figure.

“She’s here! She came!” After half a month apart, this reunion unexpectedly made Eiko feel like crying.

The closer she got, the stronger Eiko’s urge to flee became. But she didn’t give in to cowardice – who knew how many more half-months she’d have to wait if she missed this chance? Teacher Su Rou’s recent disappearance had given her a sense of crisis.

“Teacher Su… Su Rou!” Eiko stepped closer, the chocolate inside her rhythmically nudging against her womb, reminding her of the urgent task at hand.

Simultaneously, Su Rou noticed this adorable girl.

“Hello, Student Eiko.” Teacher Su Rou maintained her usual elegant and poised demeanor, exuding a mature, intellectual air. Though only in her twenties and new to teaching, she was already an experienced educator. If there was any mystery, it was why someone her age still remained single.

Hearing Su Rou address her this way, Eiko felt an inexplicable pang of disappointment.

“No… don’t call me Student Eiko.” But this disappointment was quickly overwhelmed by the girl’s courage. Eiko decided she couldn’t wait any longer – hesitation might mean losing her nerve entirely.

“Su Rou! I li… I love you!” Blushing furiously, Eiko grabbed Su Rou’s hand and guided it under her skirt, making the teacher feel the sticker on her pussy.

“I love you.” Eiko repeated, the same words gaining deeper sincerity now that they hinted at the secret hidden within her body.

Su Rou looked surprised, then broke into a delighted smile.

“Eiko… Eiko.” This was the first time Eiko had seen Su Rou blush. The sight suddenly made everything clear in the girl’s heart.

Su Rou clasped Eiko’s hand and guided it beneath her own skirt.

Eiko’s fingertips encountered not just smooth skin, but a similar sticker-like texture. In that moment, understanding dawned.

“Me too.”

Hearing these words, Eiko felt like she’d become the happiest person in the world.

“Let’s… exchange.” Su Rou’s face flushed crimson. As the teacher, she felt she should take this initiative.

“Mm.” Eiko nodded shyly, her cheeks equally red.

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“You’ve been grinning nonstop since coming back. Something good happen?” Liang Lu finally gave in to curiosity and asked the question she’d been holding back.

“Huh? Is it that obvious?” Eiko touched her face.

“Of course! Like some schemer who just pulled off a dirty trick.” Liang Lu pinched Eiko’s cheek, annoyed by her friend’s evasion.

“What dirty trick?!” Eiko retorted. “But… never mind.”

“You’re the worst with your half-answers!” Liang Lu pounced angrily.

“Wait, no! Don’t press my stomach!” Eiko panicked at her friend’s sudden attack.

“Mmm~”

Seeing Eiko’s reaction, the experienced Liang Lu stopped. A knowing expression slowly spread across her face.

“Ahaha~ I thought it was something serious.” Liang Lu smiled and said, “Our Eiko is finally growing up~”

Eiko blushed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it’s definitely not what you imagine!”

In reality, Liang Lu had indeed misunderstood. This energetic little creature merely thought Eiko had inserted some small toy inside her body, when that wasn’t the case at all.

Liang Lu didn’t give Eiko a chance to explain, leaving with an “I understand” expression before departing. This suited Eiko just fine, as she had no intention of revealing the truth. Though the misunderstanding brought some frustration, it remained within acceptable limits.

Eiko caressed her soft lower abdomen, now slightly swollen. This would never happen with chocolates from her own body, but others’ chocolates were different—like Su Rou’s.

Currently filling Eiko to the brim were Su Rou’s chocolates, while Su Rou naturally carried Eiko’s within herself. This represented the ultimate mutual acceptance, while also giving Eiko a peculiar sensation.

[Has it already molded to Teacher Su Rou’s shape inside?~]
Thinking of this, Eiko felt inexplicably aroused. Knowing her own chocolates shaped Teacher Su Rou’s innards made her struggle to contain her grinning. This was likely why Liang Lu noticed something amiss.

“Can’t allow this. We promised to keep it secret until graduation.” Eiko rubbed her cheeks. Their teacher-student romantic relationship invited unnecessary troubles, and Su Rou had proposed this agreement to protect Eiko.

Eiko rested hands on her belly, quietly savoring the fulfilling sensation of love-filled chocolates stretching her limits. Nothing in existence could surpass this bliss.

“It feels wasteful to take them out tonight.” Eiko sighed wistfully.

Yet she remained unaware: their earlier horseplay had created microfissures in the cervical chocolates. These would later cause the treats to snap inside her womb during removal, making retrieval of her uterine happiness… complicated.

Teacher Su Rou’s imprint would remain within Student Eiko for quite some time. What a happy occasion indeed!