(I'm So Sick)

A/N: In which kimboskerov loses all credibility as a writer by writing shameless smut. Inspired by a discussion today with a lurker on ff.net, I've decided take it one step further by not limiting it to just K/O. Feel free to request any pairing you'd like to see, as long as it pertains to Miss Inoue!

Will be continued if there if it generates enough interest. :D Thanks for reading! Constructive crit., comments encouraged! Reviews greatly appreciated!

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It begins with a seemingly inconspicuous bowl of M&M’s.

A bowl of M&M’s which, by happy coincidence, is currently contaminated by one Mod Soul. This nonlethal foreign object goes by a name, and that is ‘Kon.’ Kon, indistinguishable amongst the dozens of other, candy-coated sweets, is on the immediate threshold of going where no man has ever gone before. He is about to be consumed by Orihime Inoue.

His imminent fate has been bestowed upon him by pure happenstance. He didn’t plan to wind up in a dish of Orihime’s candy – didn’t intend to be enveloped by those lovely pink lips. This was simply what cards he had been dealt. Really.

Kon, as it turns out, is a terrible liar.

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Matsumoto-san and Hitsugaya-kun are out fighting Hollows, and suddenly Orihime’s one-bedroom flat – usually so crowded, these days –seems too large, lonely. They’ve only been gone a scant few minutes, and yet Orihime already misses them terribly. She’s grown fond of them these past few weeks – has acquainted herself with their company, has allowed herself to become charmed by their antics. In their absence, the aura that her little apartment usually carries seems to twist, molding into something unwelcoming. Orihime feels uncharacteristically uneasy.

Orihime tries to occupy herself with her bedtime rituals in order to avoid thinking about them, and the potential danger they could be getting into. She washes her hair, brushes her teeth, changes into her PJ’s. She even prepares her bento box for school tomorrow. It’s too early yet to retire to bed, and Orihime knows that even if it wasn’t, she still wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway. So she fixes herself a bowl of candy and settles in front of the TV, flipping through primetime television.

She’s not even paying attention to what her hands are fishing out. If she had been, maybe she would have noticed the slight discoloration of one of the tiny round pieces she was about to pop into her mouth. But she didn’t, and so in went Kon, and out went Orihime’s soul. Someone gives an involuntarily little gasp – though whether it is Kon or Orihime who emits it, it isn’t certain – and the conversion is complete.

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Auburn lashes flutter, and Kon opens his eyes.

The first thing he notices is that there’s something in his mouth. He makes a face, extends his tongue, and spits out a smooth, round object. Common sense tells him that this is the shell of a Mod Soul – his Mod Soul. But considering its Kon himself who’s holding it, he knows that this can’t be right.

That’s when he notices the long, slender arms, the dainty hands cradling the Mod Soul before him. His gaze immediately drops down to the two twin protrusions jutting out of the front of his chest. Two enormous mountains. Two gobs of milky ice-cream. Two glorious, jubiliant boobies.

I’m – I’m in Orihime-san’s body!

Immediately he wants to slap himself. Of course he’s in Orihime’s body – that’s the way he planned it, right? And yet as he stares down at the tiny, bite-sized sphere in his hands, a wave of confusion overcomes him. When Orihime consumed him, he figured he’d simply force her soul out, not unlike how it was with Ichigo. But judging by the Mod Soul in his hands (her hands, he mentally corrects himself), it appears as though there has been some sort of a malfunction.

Orihime-san and I have somehow traded bodies!

Maybe it’s better this way. He doesn’t want to cause unnecessary strain on her soul, after all. At least this way Orihime is small and compact and relatively safe from the threat of Hollows. Yes, Kon-in-Orihime’s-body decides. This is perfect. Spectacular! I couldn’t have planned this out better.

Kon stands up, takes the pint-sized Orihime-capsule and carries it over to entertainment center, where he sets it down reverently on the highest shelf. Orihime-san is in there, after all, and he wants her to be safe and comfortable. “Don’t worry, my well-endowed Goddess!” he cooes, delighted at the fact that it’s Orihime’s voice that meets his ears. “I fully intend to return you to your body… after I indulge myself in a little fun, of course! Hope you don’t mind!”

He whirls around and immediately makes a beeline for the closet in the hall. He knows exactly what he’s looking for, and so he opens the door. Hanging on the inside of it he finds a full, body-length mirror mounted by a nail and a string. He starts to lift it off of its hinge to carry out into the living room, changes his mind, and immediately puts it gently down again. Abandoning his original plan entirely, he backs up until Orihime’s back is pressed against the wall behind him instead. He allows himself to slide down into a sitting position directly across from the length of the mirror, charmed by what he finds there.

Reflected back to him is Orihime’s perfect figure. His gaze immediately traces those lovely curves, including those enormous breasts he’s so enraptured with – before finally taking in the contours of her face. He smiles, and Orihime smiles sweetly back at him. He lifts one hand and sweeps it through his hair, and Orihime reaches up and does the same. Orihime is like a marionette, and Kon is the one expertly playing her strings.

This is so awesome!

The pressing urge to enjoy her body to its fullest potential becomes impossible to resist. Kon reaches behind him with one hand and tugs Orihime’s shirt over her head. Immediately those two enormous breasts come springing free, and oh – they’re even more lovely than Kon had imagined! Proud and heavy, with perky, pink little nipples. Kon immediately guides Orihime’s hand to her left breast and experimentally tweaks one, causing it to stiffen in response.

Eee! And they’re sensitive, too!

He looks up to drink in Orihime’s expression. Her mouth is parted in an inviting little ‘o’ shape – the expression Kon was unconsciously making while familiarizing himself with his new body. He gets a happy little tingle of anticipation in response – he can’t wait to see what her real ‘O’ face looks like!

Only one way to find out!

He sets out to do just that. He guides Orihime’s hands down, hooking her index fingers under the elastic waistband of her striped blue boy-shorts. Orihime’s bottom lifts up as Kon gently pulls the sleeping-garments down.

He starts to fling the shorts aside before a better idea strikes his fancy. Smirking slightly to himself – an uncharacteristic expression indeed, but impossible to bite back at this point – Kon brings the sleepwear up to his nose and inhales deeply. Orihime’s musky scent thereafter invades his nostrils, and Kon’s toes curl in pleasure.

He does so another two times before he’s ready to move on. Putting the shorts down on the floor beside him, Kon’s attention is once again drawn to the mirror image before him. He smiles and Orihime mischievously smiles back before spreading her legs apart lewdly, treating Kon to his first peek at the auburn-haired girl’s most intimate parts.

Like everything else, Orihime’s pussy is just perfect. It’s small and pink and already glistening with wetness. Kon uses one finger and sinks it down to the knuckle in her tiny box, before abruptly adding another. It’s a tight fight. This is virgin territory here.

I can’t believe Ichigo hasn’t tapped this yet.

Unsurprisingly, Orihime’s body is pleasantly responsive. It’s only mere moments before Kon is happily thrusting two fingers in and out of her wonderful hole. He flexes his muscles, and Orihime’s insides contract around those intruding fingers like a vice. Oh, if only he could be in Ichigo’s body and Orihime’s at the same time, and experience these wondrous sensations on both ends!

Still, Kon isn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He tries adding a third finger but Orihime’s body simply won’t allow it. He’s sorely tempted to take her take her virginity himself, but reluctantly settles against it. The pain of her hymen giving away might distract him with these amazing sensations, after all. And he wants to enjoy every little part of this to its maximum potential.

“Mmm… ahhh…” sounds Orihime’s voice, panting with exertion. He seizes one breast roughly with her hand, twisting it violently. Her body grows damper in response.

“…Ah…” Who ever knew that Orihime would like it rough!

This wanting little noises Orihime’s making is driving Kon wild. His mental overload, combined with physical stimulation, is quickly driving him to his breaking point. He gazes at the mirror with a sultry, half-lidded stare. He can’t help but notice that Orihime’s cheeks are tinged the same color pink as her pretty little nipples.

“…Kon…” He murmurs experimentally. Orihime flares up in response – damn, but her body is so close. Her milky thighs twitch restlessly, the muscles taut.

“Oh! Kon! Yes!” Kon says, louder this time. Unable to take it any longer, he maneuvers Orihime’s thumb up to furiously rub her neglected clitoris. Orihime’s voice comes out in a high, keening wail as Kon gives into the overwhelming sensations. White-hot bolts of pleasure immediately explode inside his mind as Orihime’s body begins to writhe and thrash. Kon comes and comes and comes.
He throws his head back, and Orihime bangs the back of her skull against the wall. It smarts a bit, but the intensity of the orgasm Kon has just experienced at the auburn-haired teenager’s expense makes him beyond caring by this point.

Everything melts into the background for several long, intense moments.

Orihime’s chest is still heaving, and Kon’s mind is still blown. Tiny beads of sweat glisten on the inside of her thighs, and he can actually see her vice contract with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Kon feels physically exhausted, and yet he’s still not completely satisfied. He’s all too eager to relive the experience for a second time.
He reaches down to gently coax Orihime’s fingers over the tiny bud of nerve endings. But in the aftermath of it all, Orihime’s body is too sensitive to enjoy his administrations. He winces and retracts her fingers, now sticky from Orihime’s girl-come.

Kon reaches up, drags Orihime’s arm across her forehead to wipe away some of the perspiration that’s settled there.

I guess I could use a bit of a breather.

Just as Orihime’s body begins to relax, however, there’s a resounding thump as someone’s feet make contact with the window sill. Kon’s eyes snap open as he hears something unlatch, and looks up just in time to see Rangiku ducking inside. The strawberry-blonde Soul Reaper’s gaze flicks curiously about the room before at last settling upon Orihime’s body, sprawled out nude and panting in the hallway. Her eyes widen somewhat at the state of her.

“Orihime?”

Kon can feel Orihime’s skin growing hot. Rangiku might mistake it for embarrassment, but Kon is actually secretly thrilled. He tries to school Orihime’s expression into one appropriate for the given situation, trying not to appear too outwardly gleeful. Inside, he’s cheering.

At the quavering, vulnerable state of her, spread out so invitingly on the floor, Rangiku’s demeanor changes entirely. She draws herself up to her full height before coming forward in lengthy, confident strides. Suddenly she’s standing directly above Kon, staring down upon him with a look he’s never seen her wear before.

“My, my, my. Having some fun without me?” She chastises lightly, hands on her hips. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself.”

Kon blinks. Matsumoto’s comment seems highly suggestive. And especially inappropriate. Not that Kon minds, of course, but… Did she really mean what he thinks she means…?

“S-Sorry?”

“You know, these are sorts of things that are always better when two people are involved,” Rangiku says with a wicked smile, before descending upon Orihime’s quivering form.

“Uhh.”