Chapter 1: Introduction
Mark delivers a speech at a mens rights rally.
"Women these days are so ugly. It's like they don't even try anymore. The liberal media has them believing that 200 pounds of flab is beautiful, and that it's okay to have saggy bitch tits. It's like they compete with each other for who can look more androgynous. Now tell me what kind of man would prefer fucking a hippo instead of a goddess with a skinny waist and huge but perky tits? He'd have to be a masochist who gets off on suffocation," Mark preaches into the microphone, spit flying from his lips with every word. The crowd of men, dressed in suits and MAGA hats, cheer and holler, pumping their fists in the air.
Mark takes a pause to wipe his brow with a handkerchief and continues.
I have a dream. I have a dream that women are women again. That women embrace their femininity. That women realize the power in being skinny and having huge boobs. I dream of a world where women understand that we don't want to see ugly fat whales with shriveled up tits. We want to see slim waists, hourglass figures, and fucking humongous breasts." The crowd roars, and Mark grins, soaking in the validation.
I have a dream that one day I will stumble into a bar, any bar, and find a room filled with plastic-tittied, collagen-lipped angels. I'll be like a kid in a candy store. No, no, scratch that, I'll be like a demon in a silk robe, picking and choosing which ones to devour first.
Every man deserves a fucking slutty bimbo wife with big boobs, the kind who knows how to cook, clean, and look damn good while doing it. The kind who can shove a cock in her face and still keep her mascara from running. The kind who can bounce those silicone melons on your cock and never, ever get enough.
The kind who knows that her main purpose in life is to cater to your every need and desire. He pauses, takes a sip of water, and lets the crowd's applause simmer down. That's the dream. That's the fantasy. But here's the reality: I've been searching for this mythical creature for years, and I'm starting to think she might just be a unicorn.
A woman in a red dress, perhaps in her mid-30s, catches Mark's eye from the side of the room. She applauds him sarcastically, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Mark smirks and addresses her directly.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't a woman who thinks she's above the rest of us. What's your problem, sweetheart? You don't like the truth?"
The woman in the red dress steps closer, her heels clicking on the polished floor. "The truth? You call that truth? You're just a misogynist pig, and I can't believe you have the nerve to stand up here and spew your hateful rhetoric."
Mark chuckles, taking a step towards her. "Hateful rhetoric? I'm just stating facts. You know, like how women are supposed to look and act. But you, you're a walking contradiction. You've got the body of a goddess, but you're dressed like a librarian. We can't see those tits. Come on boys"
Suddenly, several men in the bar rushed towards the woman and ripped off her top, revealing a pair of enormous, round breasts, encased in a black lace bra. The crowd erupted in cheers, and the woman, now exposed, looked around in shock and embarrassment.
Mark, satisfied with the turn of events, walked towards the woman as he addressed the crowd. "Finally! A hot one. See, that's what I'm talking about. That's the kind of woman we want. The kind who knows how to take care of herself and still has a little something left over for us. Look at those amazing tits and your skinny waist. It would be such a waste if you didn't let us have a little fun. Don't you think?" Mark's voice dripped with lust as he reached out to pull out her heavy tits form her bra. The whore tried to step back, but she was held down by several men in the audience.Mark grabbed her right breast, squeezing it firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Victoria gasped, her eyes widening in shock and fear.
She tried to squirm away from Mark, but the men holding her down were too strong. Mark's grin widened as he continued to squeeze her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, making it harden under his touch.
"Look at that," he said, addressing the crowd. "She's already responding to me. She wants this. She just doesn't know it yet." He turned his attention back to Victoria, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Don't you, you little slut? Don't you want to feel my cock inside you?"
Victoria shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "No, please. Stop this I-"
One of the men had stuck their cock into her mouth, muffling her protests. Mark applauded him, "Thank god. Now I get to enjoy her tits without any heckling." He shoved his face in between her breasts, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. He vigorously sucked on her
left nipple, his teeth grazing it, while his hands kneaded her right breast, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Victoria whimpered, trying to push him away, but her hands were held back by the men gripping her wrists.
Mark looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with lust. "You like that, don't you, you little slut? You like having your tits played with." He didn't wait for an answer, instead, he moved his mouth to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. He bit down hard on her nipple, making her cry out in pain and pleasure.
He pulled back, his chin glistening with her saliva and his own spit. "By the way, your surgeon did a great job," he growled, right before giving her other breast the same treatment.
"Now let's get to my favorite part," he said, his voice low and husky. He reached up and grabbed both of her breasts, pushing them together to create a cleavage that he could bury his cock in.
"Oh, fuck yeah," he groaned, as he slid his cock between her breasts, the soft flesh enveloping him like a warm, wet mouth.
He thrust forward, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, fucking her tits like they were a pussy. The crowd cheered, their eyes glued to the spectacle unfolding before them. Victoria's face was a mask of humiliation and pain, but Mark didn't care. He was lost in his own world of pleasure, his cock sliding in and out of her cleavage, the wetness of her skin making it easier for him to move.
"Look at her," he panted, addressing the crowd. "She's taking it like a fucking champ. She knows what she's here for. Her tits are made for us. Your body, my choice."
And thus, the kyonyuu movement was born.
A movement that celebrated the power of big boobs and the men who loved them. Mark became the face of this movement, his name whispered in the shadows of bars and clubs, his exploits legendary among the men who shared his fetish.