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As it is Written	By : EvilFuzzy Category: +G to L > Hayate the Combat Butler Views: 12141 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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As it is Written

A Hayate the Combat Butler prawnfest

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EvilFuzzy9

WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life, and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also from participating in any and all such activities until they are at the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of their state or principality.
(apparently lactation is legally obscene)

"Oh, God... Oh, Hayate..." moaned Sakuya, her body rocking and rolling sensually back and forth. She was down on all floors in the foyer of the Aizawa manor, a building graciously loaned out to her family by her master. She and everyone in her family belonged to Hayate. Even her little sister and brother. Even her mother. Even her father.
Everything of theirs was his to use and abuse. Their property, their servants.
Their bodies.
Sakuya could feel the blood in her asshole, seeping from the tears and the rips caused by her master's incomparable manhood going on a rampage in her anus. It was hot and wet, and it mingled with the considerable quantity of semen flooding her hole. The stinging, and the burning, and the aching of her ass and her hips and her pelvis was immense, but so too was the pleasure she gained from that pain.
Her breasts were swollen grotesquely, nipples lewdly engorged and distended. Milk dribbled and leaked from her youthful, lactating teat, spilling out all over the ornately tiled floor. The thick, warm, opalescent fluid seeped into the cracks, into the sprawling (if shallow) recesses of the masterfully engraved stonework. A film of her breastmilk spread out across the floor, even to the feet and hands and tongues of her spectating friends, family, and colleagues.
She was also coming gratuitously, nectar gushing freely from her blossom, spraying out onto the floor with her milk. And this too was lapped up by Isumi, Hatsuho, Izumi, Ayumu, and Haru-chan. Their clothes were soaking wet and clinging sensually, excitingly to the curves of their figures, curves which were slowly but steadily expanding – a centimeter there, a centimeter here – as they drank.
Isumi was playfully cupping and groping her own gradually expanding breasts as she drank, tiny bumps having swollen now into modest, girlish mounds that poured now a little over the edges of her hands, and through the gaps in her fingers. Her cute little rump was also growing, swelling into somewhat of bouncy little bubble butt. Her growth was occurring slower than the other girls, perhaps mitigated by her youth and original figure, or else the sheer volume of spiritual power that was held within her once petite (and still slightly so) frame.
Chiharu, in contrast, was already very close to, if not already threatening to outright surpass, Sakuya's endowments, her having been quite decently endowed and well-developed to begin with. And there was also her very close affinity to and affection for the Aizawa heiress, as well as her stated desire to become a "cow" and milkmaid like Sakuya.
Then there were Izumi and Ayumu. Both were the same age as Chiharu, and modestly endowed as well for their demographic. While they did not necessarily have the Harukaze's desire to become cows, or quite the same starting point as her, their growth was nonetheless very noticeable. Ayumu, with her tendency for frequent snacking and her slightest couple of pounds over Izumi in weight, was growing the tiniest bit larger in her bust, with goodly double-D's by this point. But Izumi's behind was the bigger, and the more supple, generous and round and pushing her skirt up.
And lastly Hatsuho, having the same general genetic disposition as her daughter, if greater maturity in age and development, was while perhaps the second slowest growing still nonetheless by now a generous C-cup. And with her age and certain other factors, she was starting to lactate too, although not remotely as gratuitously as Sakuya was.
All of the girls were expanding, if at different rates, and their curves were only further arousing Hayate and Sakuya.
And the former came once more in the latter's ass, licking his lips and finding himself already fantasizing about taking the other girls and trying out their newly expanding curves. Even as he pulled himself out of Sakuya's bountiful, abused ass with a messy SPLUT (and a disappointed whimper from the lass in question), Hayate looked at the way the clothes of his maids clung to their bodies.
While Chiharu and Hatsuho were naked, and Isumi a bunny-eared nudist, Ayumu and Izumi still had the maid outfits mostly on. While their tits were hanging out, the blouses unbuttoned, and nether regions exposed due to skirts being pushed up by ballooning booties, the butler could not help but fantasize briefly about what was still concealed.
Again, a passage appeared in the closed Book of Amen, the words 'Hayate's semen dissolves clothes,' scrawling themselves in Hayate's handwriting beneath the last thing to be written in the tome. All unbeknownst to Hayate himself, and again surely a detail of no real importance.
"Fascinating," Hayate whispered half to himself, watching the girls crawl on the floor on their hands and knees, shamelessly lapping up milk and ejaculate from the beautifully tiled floor of the main foyer. "Are they growing even faster now?"
"Looks like it," commented Sakuya, smiling faintly and eyeing Hayate's erection with undisguised hunger. "More they drink in a sitting, the stronger the effects get. 'S exponential." She knelt lovingly next to her master, softly nuzzling her face against his bare, leanly muscular flank.
Hayate nodded quietly, only half paying attention as he watched the girls work their way across the floor, leaving the perversely delightful glisten of saliva-washed tiles in their wake. There wasn't much more milk left on the floor, and he could see that the endowments of the girls were starting to level out. Isumi and Hatsuho were catching up with Ayumu and Izumi, and Chiharu seemed to have plateaued some minutes ago.
"I guess there's a limit, though," he mused. "To how big they can get, I mean."
"Kinda. Their bodies hafta rest after a certain point," replied Sakuya, still cuddling up to Hayate's leg, breathing in the tantalizingly pungent and heady scent of his glorious erect manhood. "Before they can grow anymore."
"I see," said Hayate. "But they're definitely pretty big already." And they were indeed. Even Isumi was getting to a level that could rival an Eiken character, endowed so generously that for a moment Hayate wondered idly if she would even be able to stand under her own power.
"Well, if they get too big for your taste, you can always reduce it yourself, master..." was Sakuya's response.
Hayate recalled what he had written in the book, about his own seed being able to counteract the negative effects of the milk. 'Well, I suppose that could be considered a negative effect, if they got too big...' he silently mused.
"I guess I can, can't I?" was what he said out loud, though.
He watched for a little bit longer as the girls finished cleaning up the last of the floor, before slowly looking up at him with perplexed, vacant expressions. Their eyes seemed dull and unfocused, looking at him but not really understanding anything of what they saw in anything more than the most basic and primitive. Isumi, Chiharu, Ayumu, Hatsuho, and Izumi all looked at Hayate with pleasantly stupid expressions, giving off the same general impression of drowsy, lumbering idiocy as a herd of domestic cattle.
Their endowments had grown explosively thanks to Sakuya's milk, but their intelligence had also been sapped by it, and much more precipitously than Hayate would have expected.
"Huh. I guess I underestimated you, Sakuya-san, " Hayate remarked, sweatdropping a little bit at how stupidly the other girls were staring at the two of them.
Sakuya purred happily, seeing the imbecilic looks on the faces of her friends, colleagues, and most of all rivals. She nuzzled her cheek against Hayate's throbbing cock, lazily inhaling his potent musk. She licked her lips.
"Mooo..." she lowed pleasantly, consciously making her cheek vibrate faintly against her master's hard, rigid shaft. "Now there's just you and me, master... the others are too dumb to compete for yer love..." She was smiling wickedly and smugly as she said this, her eyes closed as she luxuriated in the way her master's dick subtly twitched and pulsed against the side of her face.
Hayate laughed sheepishly, absentmindedly threading his fingers through Sakuya's short, dark hair. It was silky and soft against his calloused skin, her scalp and follicles well-tended and cared for.
"Well, now, Sakuya-chan," he said with the faintest hint of mirth. "You don't think I'll leave them like this, do you~?"
She pouted.
"A girl can dream, can't she?" she said. "Even if that girl's just a fat-titty moo cow."
Hayate laughed. "You say that like it makes you less than a normal girl," he commented. "Aren't you happy where you are?"
Sakuya smirked, opening her eyes to ogle his penis. She licked her lips.
"Oh, definitely," she purred. "I've got everythin' I could ever dream of." She then kissed the sleek, veined shaft of Hayate's manhood, making him shiver briefly and slightly. "But that don't mean I can't dream of more, now does it?"
Hayate's eyes twinkled as he looked down at the girl.
"Oh, I can certainly give you more... You haven't even seen a fraction of what I can do to you," he said huskily, suggestively. "But first I should take care of the other girls."
Sakuya pouted.
"Do you have to?" she whined. "I think I prefer them like this." She gestured to the girls, who were gazing dumbly this way and that, still on all fours. They probably hadn't even realized yet that they could stand on just their hind legs (...or maybe they couldn't, with the encumbrance of their newly acquired T&A). "They're a lot quieter, for one."
"No, I don't have to, but I'd still rather not leave them like this. I've tried something like that before, already," was his casual and (to Sakuya) cryptic response. "I didn't like it."
And on that note he strode forward to the breast-expanded and intelligence-drained girls, standing up tall with a perversely persistent erection in hand.
"Made me feel like a bad person..." he murmured to himself under his breath.
Thoughtfully, he cast an eye over his shoulder to where Sakuya sat on the floor, looking perplexed and a little jealous. He smiled, before he felt Ayumu curiously lick the head of his penis.
Then he got to work.

A/N: Been a while since I updated this. A lot of stuff has happened lately, though, for those of you following this who haven't also been following A Lewd New World. I won't give you the full rundown, but my grandma died a couple weeks ago, I got a new computer and am finally able to run executable files again, stuff like that. But the latter did contribute to the spark for me to do a new chapter of this, in that I've been able to play Slave Maker 3 and its ilk again after forever. Particularly in how I find myself continually bemoaning the lamentable under-representation of Hayate no Gotoku in western fandoms on any level.
But on another note, for any of you reading this who may also be awaiting an update on One Shot, One Kiss: I'll TRY to add to it, but it's a lot more daunting to update now that there's so much more rewriting involved, plus the unfortunate memory of TWICE losing progress on a single scene which really soured me on the task for quite a while...
Aside from that, I don't think I have anything else to say. Drop a review to let me know what you like/dislike in this chapter!
Updated: 1-22-14
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