Patron Reward: A Guest In Totto Land (Patreon)

New patron story as they enter Totto Land, the strange candy-like kingdom of Big Mom from One Piece. Her massive family of strange daughters prove more than happy to greet him and make sure his every need is met.

As powerful as the Big Mom Pirates were, it was easy to mistake their reputation as tyrannical conquerors. Even being led by one of the strongest humans in the Grand Line, they were more than happy to settle things peacefully whenever possible. They had their massive empire of allies, but many had come under Big Mom’s banner willingly for protection, power, or simply comfort.

The latest acquisition with a trading company was what had led Ian to their base in Totto Land. The heavyset man had short dark locks making up his beard and hair. More of it grew all over this stout body and he wore dark spectacles to match. He was dressed in casual attire, some simple shirt and pants to keep himself comfortable on the ship ride over. He had been invited as an honored guest, apparently a gesture of good faith by Charlotte “Big Mom” Linlin.

“Welcome! Welcome!” a particularly round-bodied woman greeted him as he stepped off the ship.

She had short brown hair, long, thick arms dotted with tattoos of flowers, and a massive smile on her face. She wore a thick scarf, a coat and short shorts.

“I’m Charlotta Maple, and welcome to Toto Land! It’s my honor to have you, and don’t hesitate to ask for anything that would make your stay more pleasant! We have no shortages at all in our happy kingdom!”

Ian did have to admit that despite a few more bizarre or cutthroat-looking sailors from the ship, the region did seem rather jolly and colorful. The houses were decorated to look like candy, if not genuinely made of the stuff. To his particular surprise, a wooden signpost, a carriage, and a couple of ropes with large, cartoonish faces rose up behind Maple.

“Welcome! Welcome!” they echoed her in a far dopier manner.

“Oh! I’d heard that things talked with magic around here, but I didn’t imagine it would be like this,” Ian admitted.

He was at least smart enough to do whatever research he could about the secretive place.

“Ah yes~! The homies here are very helpful,” Maple explained with a broad gesture of her broad arm.

“Mama generously grants life to all sorts of things to keep her country happy!”

“She sounds like a wonderful woman then,” Ian agreed, if laying it on a little thick.

The last thing he wanted was to piss off what was probably the strongest woman in the world. Maple’s big smile grew even bigger, clapping her rather dainty hands for her round midsection.

“She is! She is! I’m so glad you understand! Now if you please, you can follow me to Gingerbrooke. Your housing arrangements are set up there, and you’ll be able to meet more of the family there.”

Maple stepped towards the carriage with the face on its front. The door swung open at a comical speed, welcoming them both to step inside. The stout hostess went on explaining how things worked in Toto Land, even if Ian felt like she was leaving a few seedy details out. How the massive Charlotte family was largely adopted rather than born from Big Mom herself. Further signs of her big heart , of course, and Maple even hinted that especially prized guests may find their way into her ranks as well.

Ian found it fascinating, but his eyes were on the plump woman herself. He let her lecture him for a while before he spoke up with a question.

“And you said anything I wanted while I was here. Is that right?”

Maple smiled wide again. Her eyes barely seemed to open from how often and greatly she grinned.

“Of course! You could have the food off my plate if you so desired! Mama said to give almost anything to our guests!”

“Then what if I wanted you?” Ian asked.

Maple gave a tiny gasp, placing a tiny hand to her lip. She rubbed her chin for a moment, sizing him up with her narrowed eyes before her smile sprouted once again.

“Of course! I’m sure we can make each other very, very happy, yes?”

“I completely agree,” Ian said, shifting from his side of the carriage over to hers.

Emboldened by his diplomatic (and hopefully romantic) immunity, he ran his hands over Maple’s egg-shaped body. She didn’t have much of a chest, but her full figure and thick thighs left plenty to fondle. She gave a happy little hum as she pulled her scarf down enough to lean in and kiss him on the lips. She giggled briefly as his beard tickled her face before recommitting to the embrace.

Her long limbs wrapped around her guest, yanking him into her lap. Her thick thighs were one thing but her arms were roughly twice as long as his own, hinting at her Longarm heritage. It didn’t seem worth mentioning in the heat of the moment as Ian slid his tongue into his mouth, keeping it rather busy. He slid Maple’s jacket up over her head, exposing her rotund form. It was still especially pleasant, acting like a warm, fleshy beanbag chair for him to press up against. Her long limbs looped around and fiddled with his pants before stuffing one of her hands down his pants. It wasn’t hard for her to find his stiff member inside.

“My my… it feels like I’ve made you feel quite at home,” she chimed in her usual happy tone.

Her long and capable limbs worked quickly, pulling down Ian’s pants to expose his erection. Her smiling eyes took one glance at his manhood before deciding it was hers now. The chunky Charlotte wiggled her hips, starting to slide out of her shorts with one hand as she stroked Ian’s cock with the other.

“Well what kind of hostess would if I didn’t share your… enthusiasm?” she purred

She finished stripping them both down until they were naked together in the carriage. Seeing her unusual build in the nude did nothing to discourage Ian as he pounced right on her, meeting her in another kiss as he pumped his dick inside her.

Maple’s juicy body jiggled but barely budged as Ian fucked her nearly spherical form. Her long, thick legs wrapped around his middle, latching onto him as she pulled him closer. For all her soft and jolly appearance, she was much stronger than she looked. Ian couldn’t have pulled out if he wanted to, which happened to be the last thing on his mind anyway.  He kept humping away, letting their thick bodies slap and jiggle together rapidly. His hands roamed over her soft sides and settled on her broad, relatively small breasts. She hummed in pleasure and Ian felt those powerful legs tighten around her, making him wonder if she somehow had Longleg blood in her as well.

He set that thought aside as cumming quickly became his only concern. Maple’s round hips bucked up into him, bouncing on the seat of the carriage. It was starting to rock back and forth, which only helped add momentum to their fucking as far as they were concerned. They ignored the creaking as Ian pinned Maple on her back, pounding down into her with a mating press. The plump woman’s smiling face twisted in shock and arousal, her mouth hanging open as she panted for air.

“YES! YES! AHHH~!”

Ian finished inside her, coating her pussy with a thick layer of jizz. His seed gushed through her womanhood and oozed outside as well, ensuring that she was filled to the brim. Maple felt a deep tingling in the depths of her womb as her body accepted his semen as deeply as it could.

“Oh… oh my~!” she panted, wiping some sweat from her brow with a tattooed arm.

“Mama always does love a happy guest. So I’m sure she’s going to LOVE you!”

Maple cooed as Ian pulled out of her, brushing past her clit again. She quite casually redressed herself while he did the same. It wasn’t long at all after that when the carriage stopped and she opened the door for him. They stepped out together onto the candy-coated streets.

“We can keep that our little secret,” Maple chimed.

She winked at Ian and patted her belly knowingly. Ian just nodded, unsure of the implications if word got out he’d knocked up the first of Big Mom’s daughters he’d ever met. He agreed to keep it between them, but as they walked off towards his temporary home, he caught the carriage’s eye. Its face looked a bit skeeved out as it rolled off to get itself washed.

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Ian was taken to a large, comfortable house that smelled of gingerbread wherever he went. Maple gave him a basic tour before there was a knock at the door. The cheery round woman perked up excitedly.

“Ah! That must be your bodyguard. Amande will be escorting you around the island to ensure that no one gives you too much trouble as one of Mama’s guests.”

Maple trotted ahead of him and exchanged words with another strangely built woman just outside. She stepped out the way she’d come and let Amande step inside.

She looked much more grim than Maple. She was a very tall, narrow woman with long, wavy blue hair and pale gray skin. She wore a wide-brimmed hat and kept a rather bored, dreary look on her face. She was dressed in a vertically striped dress with low, sloping breasts in its low neckline. Her long neck was shown off proudly, easily a foot long and wearing a choker with a pair of hearts tattooed near the lower end of her throat. A cigarette drooped lazily from her lips.

“You’re Ian then?” Amande asked rather blandly.

Ian nodded, already eying her up. He had to wonder if she was under the same rules that Maple was, vowed to see that he was being completely satisfied by his hostesses.

“Yes, ma’am. And you must be Amande. I have to say, even for an escort you’re very lovely.”

Bluntness seemed to get him far the last time. Amande smirked, curling her pouty lips subtly.

“Bit of a flirt, are you? I’m guessing you’ve already bedded with Maple, then, the big softy…”

Ian blushed, waiting to see if that was some sort of a dealbreaker. Amande just detached her katana’s sheathe from her side and set it on the ground nearby. She undid her sash from her waist and slid a shoulder strap down from her dress.

“Well I’m not about to let her stay ahead of me. Let’s do this,” she said, smiling a bit wider despite her low tone of voice.

The towering woman stepped into Ian’s personal space with a single swift step. Her extra height left her breasts mashing right into his face and her long, slender arms ran over his chest. The graceful fingers tugged at his collar and she leaned over, lowering her looming head until her hat shaded them both. She plucked the cigarette from her lips, tapping it out into an ashtray (which let out a comical little yelp) before locking her pouty lips with his.

She tasted like exotic smoke, some sweet and strange concoction they made in the goofily PG pirate kingdom. Her soft lips made her feel ideal for kissing and more as he started to feel up her body. The lean but strong woman had some clear muscle to her as she strode closer to him, pressing him back until he sat back in one of the loveseats. Amande clearly intended to use it for its namesake as she knelt in front of him. She was still almost as tall as Ian was as she undid his pants, smirking at him knowingly.

“Let’s see how you measure up,” she purred, licking her lips seductively.

The otherwise eerie woman lowered her mouth, taking Ian’s cock into her wet maw. She moaned deeply as she took him deep past her lips, and the curve of her swan-like neck showed he had a long way to go. She started bobbing her head, setting her hat aside to let her wavy hair flow back and forth along with her. Her tongue curled around him, the oral fixation of her cigarette transferring over to his dick.

Ian moaned and held onto her head as she kept sucking him off. Amande leaned in closer and closer as she went on until he could see his cock form as a bulge at the start of her throat. Her dull-colored eyes met his, looking up at him as she urged him deeper still. With a bit more effort on her part, she pressed him down until the bulge teased it way past her choker. She moaned loudly, her clenching throat clenching around his member.

“Oh fuck!” Ian gasped, humping at her face that was pressed against his hairy stomach.

Amande caught the hint and drew herself back. He hadn’t made his way low enough to reach her heart tattoos, but she still looked slightly impressed. It was hard to tell with the grim swordswoman.

“Not bad. But I’m not wasting the seed of an outsider,” she said in a tone Ian read as cryptic but hot as hell.

She messed with some buttons behind her back before she threw off her dress, exposing her fairly bony but feminine figure. She climbed on top of him, planting herself on all fours as she lowered her hips onto his cock. She moaned deeply, riding him with a slow but strong pace to her. Ian humped back, holding her skinny hips and loving how the ripple of his thrust felt coursing through her lengthy body. It kept her breasts swaying and he was tempted into catching and sucking on her nipples whenever they passed him by.

The sudden and strange lovemaking quickly caught up with them both. Amande grunted hard and low, her long legs clenching around his hips. Her whole massive body shook like a willow tree as she humped him even faster, if more erratically. It was easy for her to milk the cum out of Ian with her enthused grinding, spilling more of his hot seed inside her. Amande’s full lips parted, stuck in a permanent gasping expression as her eyes widened. Ian thought he recognized the same look that he saw on Maple when he had flooded her womb earlier.

Amande finally snapped out of her cumdrunk stupor. She shook her head and brushed back her hair from her face.

“Very good,” she summed up simply.

“That should do the trick. Though I wouldn’t mind another shot at it when you’ve got the down time.”

She stood up and swiftly reclaimed her dress, starting to slide it back on.

“Speaking of, you should get dressed. Lots of other sisters for you to meet…”