If an angel had descended from the heavens and prophesized to Yusuke that the future was set in stone, and that the masturbation-addicted teen would one day go a whole day without stroking the paintbrush, he would have laughed in the face of God Himself. If that same angel told him that he'd be forced to go a whole month, he would have cried and started praying. If he'd been told that he'd have to do all of this, while watching his plump goddess Ayoto get dragged around and shagged around by the bane of his existence, Chadusuke?

Yusuke would probably kill himself.

And yet, there in his usual seat sat Yusuke, alive and… not well. But alive, at least, mostly. His eyes had sunk into his sockets, his skin gone paler than the canvases his brushes called home, and his already bony limbs had narrowed down further into colorless veiny twigs that now constantly trembled with despair.

He wanted to go bust a fat one so goddamn bad. Last night had been torture the likes of which only Lucifer himself might be able to comprehend.

Yusuke's bed was one of his favorite locations to meditate with his member. It had become literal muscle memory to strip naked and begin his services at the temple of tugging the instant he entered his room. And indeed, the second he got home last night that is what his autopilot had gotten him to do, only barely was he able to stop himself once he realized how his body tried to betray him.

It took all of his strength not to just accept his fate and go for one last release. Having gone an entire day without so much as a quickie, and through the pain of abstinence, he could only imagine how good a proper session would have felt. Ironically, the very idea that 'the longer one goes without a squeeze the better it'll finally feel when it finally happens' might have been the only reason he made it this far. Perhaps Yusuke would be granted mercy by the gods and be gifted the holy grail of orgasms if he could hold on for just a little longer. This delusion helped carry him through the night. The whole, hellish night.

Yusuke slept on the floor, afraid of what the comfort of his bed might do to his wavering resolve. It wasn't a good sleep. Barely 3 hours in spite of the fatigue from all of yesterday's nonsense.

Sitting in his preferred chair in front of a fresh canvas at his classroom, Yusuke drew as big a breath as he could and tried to steady his hands as he guided the oil-soaked brushes across the canvas. Having barely slept, he decided to come to class as early as the doors opened in hopes that he would be able to find suitable distraction from his plight with art.

Just as he'd hoped, after a few minutes of painting, it felt like he might have a shot at it. Focusing on his technique, allowing his vision to sprout forth onto the canvas, he felt his sore body and pounding head regain a bit of their composure. It was working! He could do this! Yusuke was stronger than his desires after all!

Marvellous, Yusuke. You are proving to both yourself and the world that your passion is without limits. To overpower such feelings of despair with a simple paintbrush and an easel. Yusuke, stand tall and proud, for you are a pillar of resolve the likes of which Sisyphus can only hope to aspire to.

Ayoto walked in through the door. Wearing a… a t-shirt and a skirt…

Oh, lord…

She walked to her seat. Those… thighs. What Yusuke would give to be so much as a spec of dust blown by the gentle gusts of breeze those passing thighs might make as their master moved. The thought of even touching the air that once touched those thighs activated the sequence of chemical reactions in yusuke's brain that always sent his little man into a frenzy. A volcano of white-hot man-magma was beginning to churn with seismic activity just under his waistline.

No, Yusuke. Focus! Your art! The gods look down at you from their city of clouds, do not disappoint them!

She crossed in front of him. That… ass. To have the privilege to even sit in a chair of the same make and model as such a juicy rump must have been a blessing from beings above even the gods themselves. Yusuke vowed to one day create a religion worshipping the transcendental deities that allowed him to exist in the same universe and at the same time as those cheeks. Seismic sensors countries over were beginning to detect the tremors of an impending eruption from Yusuke's groin.

Yusuke, stop! You cannot let yourself fall to temptation!

She sat down next to him. Those… those… tits….

Yusuke was sailing the seas. A lone adventurer, crashing through the waves, with a mission to prove to the non-believers of his closed-minded country that a new world awaited them far to the west. His supplies long exhausted, bait for fish depleted, and only a single canteen of drinking water left, hope was all that kept the ship afloat and the sailor's heart beating. Collapsed on the floor of his small bow, it seemed as though Yusuke would soon need to accept the mercy of death as openly as he did the adventure that got him here in the first place. He closes his eyes and accepts his fate.

Suddenly, the boat rocks. Yusuke knew this could only mean one thing. Gathering the last of his strength, he forces his head up to look over the edge of the boat.

Ayoto's tits! the promised land! The holy island of salvation has been found, the new world is real! The nonbelievers back home would beg for forgiveness upon his decorated return! Those who doubt the glory of the BBWs truly know nothing of this vast and beautiful world!

To the bathroom! Plant your flag atop the mounds and claim the ceramic throne as your own! Today the heavens smile upon you! Blessed are you, Yusuke! Your patience has been rewarded! Through 36 hours of suffering known only to the most damned of sinners, you alone have prevailed! Onwards! The spoils await!

Yusuke ran out the door faster than he'd ever moved before, tears streaming down his cheeks and a smile of relief plastered along his face. Today he was a king. The coming eruption beneath his pants would threaten to engulf the world into a devastatingly gorgeous ice age, one of beautiful sticky white snow as far as the eye could see.

To hell with the challenge. Yusuke had ascended! He welcomes death, for the pleasure he would soon feel ranks far above the combined joys of trillions of fulfilling lives! The Volcano begs for release, Yusuke! Go!

Boomf!

Yusuke collided against something hard and lumpy, and bounced back down to the floor. The impact knocked a bit of sense back into him.

Had he run into a wall? In the middle of the hallway? That's not where walls are usually placed.

That was no wall, it was…

"Oh, hey FAGsuGAY! Heh-heh! New nickname for ya! FAGsuGAY KitaGAWKa" With a hand the size of a dinner plate, the roided demon lifted a bewildered Yusuke up by the head and deposited the slender man onto his shaking feet.

Chadusuke. He was drenched in water and smelled of chlorine in the middle of the hallway, naked save for a tight speedo that did nothing to conceal the size of his monster hog.

A storm threatened to capsize his ship. The meager strength of his anchor wouldn't hold much longer against the torrents of rain and streaks of lightning inching ever closer.

"Congratulations, Chadusuke!" the familiar voice of the school's principal spoke from behind the hurricane that was Chadusuke.

"Here is your medal from the athletics team! To think you broke our school's marathon record by over 20 minutes!"

"Haha, thanks, teach." Chadusuke yawned as he shoved the hockey-puck-sized 24-carat solid gold medal into his pocket as if it were some spare change.

"When am I getting the others? For the 60 meters, 100 meters, 200 meters, 400 meters, 800 meters, 1500 meters, 1 mile run, 3000 meters, 2 mile run, 5000 meters, 10000 meters, and half marathon?" he asked casually.

"Ah, first we will get your medals from the swim team. Which of their records did you break, just now?"

"The uhh…." Chadusuke scratched his head "Think it was the 50 meter, 100 meter, 200 meter, 400 meter, and 800 meter races for all four swim styles simultaneously? Not sure, I think the Guinness World Records guys are still around here though, they probably know."

"Yes, right! Apologies Mr chadusuke. We will divert the school's budget and enlist the newly-formed metallurgy club's help to produce these medals for you posthaste!"

"Great, haha. Thanks, teach!" Chadusuke smiled. "Oh, and don't forget the records for the javelin throw, hammer throw, and discus throw that I did en route to the marathon record."

"Of course, Mr. Chadusuke! Have a wonderful day! Your Nobel Prize reward money for your proposal and plans to end world hunger will be deposited into your savings account by this evening as well."

"Haha, nice." Chadusuke ran his hand through his perfect hair before turning to face Yusuke, briefly pausing to pose for some photos for the modelling agencies and paparazzi behind him. "Anyways, FAGsuGAY, the fuck is your scrawny ass up to this boring ass morning, hahaha!"

"Omigawdd~~~! Chadsuke! Heyyy~~!" Ayoto's voice. Yusuke didn't dare to look her in the eye, closing them out of fear he may never recover from what he might see.

"…" the smallest sound escaped Yusukes' lips, he could barely fathom words. The integrity of his ship's hull had been breached by the cataclysmic weather event that was Hurricane Chadusuke. His ship would soon sink and he would drown in the waves of the Chadlantean ocean, joining the grains of sand at the bottom of the sea in their irrelevance to the waves and world above.

Yusuke accepted his fate. The promised land had already been conquered. If his countrymen could see him now, they would only laugh and pity. No spoils, no grand reward, only punishment for his arrogance. Punishment for believing he stood a chance.

"Sup, fatty." Chadusuke said to Ayoto. She strode on over to the herculean man's side and started poking his rock-hard pectoral muscles with her soft, tender fingers. Chadusuke's hand squeezed at her love handle, causing her to squeal in surprise.

Time froze. The rain stopped pouring, the waves stopped crashing, the lightning stopped crackling. The world had stopped.

What did Chadusuke say?

…

What did he call her?

…

Did he just say…

…

Fatty?

…

The volcano erupted without warning. The white snow of an eternal winter was nowhere to be found. Only red-hot magma ascending from an inferno of rage itself. The skies strobed as fireballs the size of mountains soared through the air and rained chaos on the world. The sonic boom alone encircled the Earth times over, shattering buildings, levelling cities, and flattening forests in the blink of an eye.

"How…" Yusuke clenched his fist.

Each fireball that crashed into the ocean sent skyscraper-sized tsunamis to indiscriminately decimate any terrestrial life that dared wander within 50 kilometers of the shores. Entire islands were submerged without warning. The geysers from the recoil of the rock's water splashes sent fish as small as krill to large as whales airborne, only to die in explosions of blood as they splashed back down to the indifferent ocean at terminal velocity.

"…DARE…!" Yusuke pulled back his arm.

Heat from the magma that poured out and down the volcano instantly ignited any remaining plant-life nearby. Forest fires with barely enough fuel for a minute of combustion engulfed what little flora remained alive, and every living being on the ground burned to death in a chorus of agonized cries for help. Not even the birds above were safe as the scalding air burned their lungs from the inside and charred their delicate bodies on the outside.

"…YOU…!" Yusuke lunged at Chadusuke.

Tectonic plates moved meters in a mere millisecond. The earthquakes that followed were enough to tear continents in half and flatten mountains with tremors far more powerful than any puny human instruments could hope to quantify. All but the smallest and toughest life-forms were annihilated in an insant as flame-covered trees fell on the innocent, building sized boulders crushed the weak, and stadium-sized chasms swallowed those who remained. Every human being on the face of the earth would dead within a day. Most within a minute. The astronauts who survive in the international space station could only watch and listen as their ground control centers crumbled, their families perished, and their world collapsed under their feet.

Yusuke threw a punch at Chadusuke.

…

Chadusuke's free palm easily absorbed the strike. It was a display of violence no more threatening than that of an angry moth or dung beetle.

"Hahahaha, did you just…" Chadusuke seemed almost surprised. Whether from the lack of power or abundance of confidence behind that punch, Yusuke would never know. "Try to punch me, Yusuke?"

Yusuke wound up his other fist for a follow-up. It was blocked just as easily, with the same hand that stopped his first punch. He went again for a third, and a fourth, and on and on. Between attempts he yelled at Chadusuke.

"DON'T…YOU…DARE…IN…SULT…AYOTO…!"

Yusuke's tunnel vision prevented him from seeing chadusuke's neutral, somber expression as he watched Yusuke throw his entire bodyweight at him with each and every punch.

"YOU DARE LAY YOUR UNWORTHY FINGERS ON THE TENDER PLUSH OF A BBW AND USE SUCH VULGAR LANGUAGE TO DESCRIBE THE VERY GARDEN YOU TREAD UPON? MAN KNOWS NO SIN GREATER THAN TO POSESS WITHOUT PASSION! GREED! PRIDE! SLOTH! LUST! THERE IS NO NAME FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSION IN ANY HOLY TEXT! YOUR ABOMINABLE LACK OF RESPECT IS WORTHY OF NOTHING BUT INFINITE ETERNITIES ROTTING IN THE WAVES OF MOLTEN DESPAIR THAT COMPRISE THE BOTTOM OF HELL! THE UNIVERSE TURNS ITS BACK ON YOUR VAIN BLOATED FORM FOR DEFILING THE SACRED LANDS! NEVER SHALL YOU FIND HAPPINESS IN ANY LIFETIME, FOR YOUR ACTIONS HAVE ABANDONED YOU FROM ANY HOPES AT REDEMPTION!" Yusuke screamed as he punched an indifferent hand.

Eventually, he had enough and pushed Yusuke's fists backwards with enough force to send the slender young man tumbling onto his behind once more. Yusuke was about to stand right back up and continue the fruitless assault until Chadusuke's booming voice stopped him in his tracks.

"MAN! I hate fat bitches." Chadusuke yelled at nobody in particular.

"I only like tall skinny girls with big asses, like Jennifer Lawrence. Not you, Ayako, you fat as fuck."

"Huh? C-chadusu-Woah!" Chadusuke shoved Ayoto away from himself mid-sentence, causing her to lose her balance.

"Ayoto!" Yusuke dove forward to catch her, barely reaching her before she hit the hard ground.

"Chadusuke, you utter troglodyte… You dare speak such filth! To an angel such as Ayoto!? Yes, Ayoto! Not Ayako! Ignoramus…! Ayoto, my lady, are you alright?"

Chadusuke was already leaving, dripping a dotted trail pool-water behind him as he walked away and ignored all the paparazzi and modelling photographers fighting for a sliver of his attention.

"Ah… I-I'm okay, Thanks, Yusuke…" Ayoto shook her head. He helped her to her feet. "Sorry, I don't know why I did that… haha…"

Wait.

Did Chadusuke just… Help Yusuke out?

"What the hell, Chadusuke!" Ayoto pouted. "Asshole!"

In spite of having literally caught Ayoto and her voluptuous body with his bare hands, Yusuke didn't really feel any horniness in this situation. Just shock and bewilderment. Chadusuke had just given him a chance with Ayoto.

What?

A/N:

Hi again guys, hope you enjoyed chapter 7! Sorry about the weird formatting glitch, it should be fixed now. I had fun going crazy with the metaphorical writing, and of course Chadusuke is always funny to write. I gotta admit, Making Yusuke a BBW lover was a pretty hilarious move by the original writer, I'll carry that legacy and passion through into this expansion with Yusuke's character.

Chapters 6 7 and 8 were all written sort of in a row over the course of a 4-day period and cover the entirety of Thursday, AKA Day 2 of NNN, they should be uploaded at around the same time, too. On average, I think 1 or 2 chapters of around 2500-3500 words each will be enough to cover most days, so barring any particularly long chapters or eventful days things should progress at a decent pace (assuming I can maintain a consistent upload schedule). Hope you look forward to it!

And with that, I'm out, see you guys next chapter!