The Going Meat Jr. sailed out of Logue Town harbor like a red train fueled by chaos and crushed balls, sails snapping taut as the wind caught them. Smoker's broken body lay in the cratered street behind them—groin a flattened mess of blood and pulp, high-pitched whimpers fading into the distance as Marines swarmed the scene too late. The crew collapsed on deck—panting, sweating, hearts hammering from the sprint.
Luffy flopped against the mast, laughing breathlessly. "Shishishi! That was fun! Smoke guy's balls went squish like overripe fruit!"
Nami leaned over the rail, chest heaving—tits straining her top with every gasp—still clutching shopping bags like lifelines. "We… we made it… holy shit…"
Zoro dumped the squirming Tashigi sack onto the deck with a thud—her muffled screams vibrating through the gag, ass bouncing as she thrashed. He wiped sweat from his brow, swords clinking. "That Logia bastard was tricky. Good thing Luffy can use haki."
Nojiko—blue hair plastered to her neck—sank onto a crate, thighs rubbing together from the adrenaline rush and lingering ache between her legs from last night's marathon. "Everyone okay? Usopp—?"
Usopp rolled on the deck like a dying worm—pants slashed open across his ass, blood seeping from a shallow gash. "Doctor—need a doctor—my butt's on fire—!"
Nami kicked his side lightly—still panting. "Shut up, chore boy. Grab the first aid kit from storage and patch yourself. Or bleed out. I don't care."
Usopp whimpered—nose twitching longer from the humiliation—but crawled toward the hatch, asscheeks peeking through the tear like a pathetic moon.
Nojiko sighed—warm heart kicking in despite the degeneracy swirling in her veins. "Come on, you little pest. I'll patch you up inside. Can't have you bleeding all over my clean kitchen."
She dragged him below deck by the collar—Usopp yelping as the motion rubbed his wound.
On deck, Nami turned to the bound Tashigi—still swinging her hips and kicking futilely, shirt flipped up to show white cotton bra wedged between plump cleavage.
"Alright, naggy girl. Let's hear what you've got to say."
Nami yanked the gag out—rough, uncaring.
Tashigi gasped—hungry lungfuls of air—then exploded.
"You—you barbarians! How dare you kidnap a Marine officer! And what you did to Captain Smoker—crushing his—his manhood like that! It's despicable! Obscene! And you—" she twisted to glare at Zoro, tits jiggling from the effort "—you cut down all those soldiers! Good men! I'll bring justice down on your heads! You'll hang for this—!"
Her voice pitched higher with every word—like an angry squirrel chittering over a stolen acorn. Spit flecked her lips; glasses fogged from rage.
Luffy ignored her—eyes glazing over as he activated X-ray Vision on instinct. Her uniform melted away in his sight: perky tits with dark nipples, flat stomach, smooth pussy lips already glistening slightly from the adrenaline and proximity to his pheromone aura. Ass cheeks clenched tight, thighs toned from training.
"Shishishi… you look very tasty under there. Juicy. Like premium steak—wet and ready to eat."
Tashigi's face went nuclear red. "What—how dare you—!"
Zoro cleared his throat—hesitant, awkward, face tinged pink.
"Ahem. Uh… Captain. I'd… like to taste her too."
Luffy and Nami froze—heads whipping toward him.
Nami's mouth fell open. "Zoro? You? And Horny?"
Luffy's grin split his face. "Finally! You've got sexual interest! Shishishi!"
Tashigi thrashed harder—bound body wriggling like a worm on a hook. "I am NOT a toy for your twisted desires! I'm a Marine! Justice will—!"
Nobody paid her any attention. She might as well have been background noise.
Luffy nodded enthusiastically. "You should definitely taste her, Zoro. She's got a tight-looking pussy—bet it squeezes like a vice."
The system chimed in his head—reminding, possessive.
[Captain should have the first taste. And captain has privilege on all holes onboard.]
Luffy's eyes lit up. "But—captain gets first dibs! I'll break her in. You can use her after. And you gotta share when I want. Deal?"
Zoro rubbed the back of his neck—still flushed—but his cock was already tenting his pants at the thought of that perky Marine ass bouncing on his lap.
"Fine. Since you're the captain."
Tashigi's muffled protests turned to outright screams behind the gag—face burning, thighs rubbing together despite herself as the pheromone spice started working its magic even through her bonds.
They ignored her completely—chatting about her holes like she was menu item #3 at a greasy diner.
The Going Meat Jr. sailed on—leaving Logue Town's chaos behind, carrying one more tied-up slut toward a future of endless degeneracy.
Below deck in the cramped galley of the Going Meat Jr., Nojiko dragged Usopp inside by his collar like a misbehaving puppy. The chore boy whimpered the whole way, his sliced ass leaving a faint blood trail on the wooden planks. He plopped onto a stool face-first, pants half-hanging off from the earlier Marine slash, exposing one pale, scrawny cheek with a shallow gash oozing red.
"Stop whining," Nojiko snapped, her blue hair tied back in a practical ponytail, apron already smeared with flour from prepping lunch. She grabbed a first-aid kit from the shelf—disinfectant, needle, thread—and yanked his pants down to his knees without ceremony.
Usopp yelped, face burning red as his tiny, shriveled penis flopped into view—barely the size of pinky finger's length, nestled in a sparse patch of pubes like a sad little worm hiding from the rain.
Nojiko paused, bottle of disinfectant in hand, and tilted her head. A wicked smile curled her lips.
"Aww… what a cute little thing. Like a baby carrot that's afraid of the sun."
Usopp's eyes bulged. He twisted around in panic—trying to cover himself—but the motion only made his ass sting worse, and he froze halfway, dick dangling awkwardly.
"I-It's not small! When I get erect, it becomes an elephant! Huge! Massive! Girls faint just looking at it!"
His nose shot out another inch—stretching comically long from the blatant lie. Nojiko burst out laughing, nearly dropping the bottle.
"Oh yeah? Looks like your nose is the only thing growing here, chore boy."
She poked it—right on the tip—with one finger, like testing a ripe fruit. Usopp squeaked, dick twitching involuntarily but staying pathetically soft.
"Stay still, you idiot. I need to stitch this ass cut before you bleed all over my clean floor."
Usopp threw a full tantrum—squirming, kicking his bound ankles weakly, face red as a tomato.
"No—don't touch it—I'm a brave warrior of the sea—I'll stitch it myself—!"
Nojiko rolled her eyes, threaded the needle, and got to work on his ass—quick, efficient stitches that made him yelp with every prick.
As she finished tying off the last knot, she gave his tiny dick one last playful flick—making it bob like a sad spring.
"You know, with that little thing? You'll never fuck a real woman. Might as well stick to mopping decks and dreaming, pest."
Usopp's tantrum died into a whimper—tears pricking his eyes, nose shrinking back slightly in defeat.
Nojiko wiped her hands on her apron, stood, and left him there—pants around his ankles, ass patched, ego shredded.
She emerged onto the deck, blinking in the sunlight. Luffy was leaning against the mast, staring at the horizon with that blank, hungry look he got when his stomach ruled his brain.
Nojiko opened her mouth to say something—then Luffy's eyes locked on her. His stomach let out a growl loud enough to rattle the railings.
"Food," he demanded, voice flat but insistent. "Now."
Nojiko laughed—low, teasing—her own body still sore from last night's marathon but warming up at the sight of him.
"On it, Captain."
Luffy's gaze flicked to the bound Tashigi—still tied up against the opposite mast, gag soaked, uniform disheveled, glasses fogged from muffled protests.
"Store her in the cabin," Luffy said casually. "Wanna taste her as dessert later."
Nojiko nodded—grabbed Tashigi by the ropes—and dragged her below deck like luggage and tied to a chair. Tashigi's muffled screams echoed down the hatch, but no one paid them any mind.
DING!
The chime hit Luffy like a thunderclap—deeper, more resonant than before.
[Milestone Achieved: Accumulated Power Threshold Met]
[Level Up – Host has risen to Level 2]
[All base stats increased by 20%. New abilities unlocked.]
Luffy's body glowed faintly blue—muscles twitching, power surging like hot soup mixed with lightning. His heartbeat thumped harder; rubber felt tauter, ready to snap at god-like speeds.
[Gear Second Unlocked – Devil Fruit Enhancement]
[Description: Temporarily overclocks blood circulation at extreme speed. Massive boost to strength, speed, and explosive power. All techniques gain 'Jet' prefix (Jet Pistol, Jet Gatling, Jet Rocket, etc.).]
[Duration & Cost: Burns stamina at accelerated rate. Prolonged use causes overheating/fatigue. No permanent damage with proper recovery.]
[Current stamina pool (post-level up): 806 → sufficient for ~20 minutes of continuous Gear 2 in combat.]
Luffy flexed—arm blurring as he tested a quick punch. Wind whipped across the deck.
"Shishishi! Jet stuff!So I'm like a rocket now! Faster! Stronger!"
Nami stared from her spot at the rail. "What the hell just happened to you?"
Zoro cracked an eye open. "You glow and steam now? Great."
Nojiko poked her head out from the galley. "As long as it doesn't blow up my kitchen."
DING!
[Ship Upgrade Available]
[Current funds detected: ~984 million Berries]
[Upgrade Cost: 100 million Berries]
[Benefits:
Size increased to 60 meters,
Giant deck
Garden
Swimming pool
16 living quarters
Double kitchen,
Massive storage (now supports living creatures)
Prison sector (lower deck)
25 automated cannons (unlimited ammo)
1 experimental laser cannon
Coup de Burst (rocket-boost escape)
Hyper-reinforced hull (standard cannon fire feels like pebbles).]
Luffy's eyes turned to berry symbols.
"BIG SHIP! POOL! LASER! DO IT!"
He mentally slammed confirm.
The vessel shuddered—glowing blue-white—wood creaking, metal groaning, space stretching like taffy. The deck expanded; new levels stacked below; walls towered higher; the drumstick figurehead swelled massive, straw hat comically huge.
When the glow faded, the ship was reborn: Going Meat — 60 meters of red, meat-themed monstrosity.
Luffy stood on the new giant deck—arms spread—screaming joy.
"GOING MEEEEAT! BIGGER! STRONGER! MORE ROOM FOR MEAT AND FUCKING!"
Nami gaped at the swimming pool mid-deck. "We… have a pool now?!"
Nojiko rushed out of the now-double kitchen—twice the ovens, twice the space. "Holy shit… I could feed an army in here!"
Zoro tested a new railing with a kick—solid as steel. "Better. Less cramped for naps."
Usopp—mid-mop—stared up at the massive upgrade, nose twitching. "The ship… grew?!"
Tashigi—from her new spot tied in the chair below deck—felt the ship expand around her, muffled whimpers turning to wide-eyed terror.
Luffy bounced over to the pool—dipped a toe in.
"Perfect! Grand Line's gonna be so much fun now!"
The Going Meat turned his massive drumstick toward destiny—sails full, laser cannon humming in reserve.
East Blue faded.
The Grand Line called—vast, cruel, ready to be fucked.
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