Yang was up early. She slid out of bed, undoing her embrace of Jack without rousing him, rifled in her bag, and withdrew her outfit for the day, along with a large bag of makeup. She removed her shirt, slid off the bra she had slept in, and stood around in nothing but a pair of flirtatious panties for several seconds before putting on her characteristic fingerless gloves. She liked the look of being so bare, and decided to spend several minutes taking a number of sexy selfies next to her sleeping teammates' faces. Eventually, she put on a different, skimpier black bra without straps after snapping a photo of her barely clothed ass next to Jack's face.

"Did my boobs get bigger?" Yang thought as she traipsed over to the mirror. "I swear this bra fit when I brought it." The garment she thought was her best fitting bra now seemed to strain against her breasts, pillowing her cleavage and spilling out copious amounts of luscious skin. "Eh, they'll like it." She wasn't wearing it because it was comfortable. She was wearing it because she wanted to make boys men today.

Yang struggled to slip into a slinky black dress that hugged every single inch of the parts it covered; it had a hard stop at her waist, requiring her to heft it up with extra strength to get it past her humps. Yang smiled at her obvious panty line, but then stopped. She wondered if her clothes had shrunk, seeing as both her bra and her dress had definitely fit her when she packed them. She decided it didn't matter as she fixed the part around her boobs. Her shoulders were completely bare, along with the majority of her cleavage, the dress straying just inches above her nipples. She bolstered her breasts a bit, making sure her tits looked as amazing as possible, jiggled them, and then began looking at the bottom of it after confirming that it wouldn't take much for her breasts to bounce free. It was just long enough and just loose enough to give her full mobility, and also not to flash what was underneath just by stepping, but any serious action would made it fly up to show off her seemingly extra round ass. She finished the look by attaching a dark choker around her neck, throwing on a pair of heels that drew out her legs to the maximum, and then tying a golden cloth belt around her waist to break up the black of her dress. Again she was confused, as the belt seemed to have a lot of extra material that caused it to hang off to the side in an admittedly stylish way. She looked back at the mirror and lowered her dress and bra, looking at her bountiful breasts, pale and demanding that someone squeeze them.

"Almost ready..." Yang thought as she fished around in her makeup bag, leaving her flawless rack exposed. She did up her face with powder, making sure she looked as pretty as possible, then got out her lipstick. It was bright crimson, guaranteed to draw the eye as she liberally applied it to her full lips. Over and over again she went over the waxy red with her mouth, kissing it and turning her lips scarlet. With a smooch and a wink to no one, she finished and looked at her pretty face, dolled up and ready to be desired. Looking down, she remembered her toplessness and decided she could do better. She grabbed a bottle of lotion, squeezed, and ran it over her breasts, kneading them into looking even more amazing for her teammates' enjoyment. She pulled her dress and bra back up, fixed the hems, then applied some saccharine smelling perfume.

"All done!" Yang thought before realizing her situation; she still had about a half hour before the team would wake up and get ready. She couldn't take a shower without ruining her makeup, and she wanted to save her lust, so masturbating was also out of the question. "Now what do I do?" She thought, but nothing came to her. Eventually she grabbed her scroll, started playing around absentmindedly, then just started taking selfies in the mirror, occasionally dropping her bra or lifting her dress.

Yang stopped a recording of herself jumping up and down with her boobs out as she heard rustling underneath the covers. She fixed her top to cover herself and sat on the counter, posing for whoever woke up.

"Morning, sweetie!" Yang sung in an overly cheerful tone usually heard the morning after. A head of silver hair raised up in response. "Did you sleep well?"

"Hello..." whispered a half asleep Nichol. "And hello..." he emphasized upon looking Yang and her outfit up and down, instantly waking him up. He hopped out from Ross' side with a sly smile, his lithe torso exposed in a pair of pajama pants. "Sleep wasn't too great. Maybe if I had better sleeping partner, however..."

"Please," another voice raised, muffled by tiredness. "You could at least try to be subtle." Ross sat up, an annoyed look on his face. It turned much more positive upon noticing Yang's dress. "Don't encourage him."

Yang was torn on listening to Ross. She felt Nichol was trying too hard. She liked how Jack got all flustered at her forcing herself on him and didn't care for Nichol's unfounded cockiness, but she still wanted all three of the boys to herself. She'd make sure she got all of them at some point, but she planned on finding some one on one time and she planned on it happening soon.

"Well BJ and I slept great!" Yang responded. "He's such a good pillow. And grabby, too," she lied. She smiled and looked at Jack, still unmoving.

Nichol and Ross looked at each other with dreams in their eyes, but the gazes quickly turned to mutual glares as they remembered Yang had only worn panties and a shirt to bed. Both of them turned to face the blonde.

"Who has you tonight?" Nichol demanded to know.

"Phrasing..." Ross interjected.

"Well, we'll just see, k? Maybe BJ will get to have me again~" Yang's voice was half taunting, half flirting, intentionally making her threat sound like she was actually sleeping with Jack and not just next to him. There was a silence as Ross and Nichol realized they were at war with each other and the luckiest man in the room.

"Speaking of, we should wake him."

A half hour later, BYRN was prepped and ready to go. Another hour later, BYRN and Pr. Ford were dropped off at a large abandoned town square, the trip again made easier by Yang and her flawless thighs. Ford was the only one who visibly disapproved, but she said nothing until they had landed.

"Ok, we're setting out to help eradicate the Grimm in this area and research where they may be coming from. We'll split up and look for anything that might be weird, understand? Yang, you and–"

"I'll go with Yang," Nichol interrupted, raising his hand. Ford looked and her student like a misbehaving child she was babysitting.

"Yang, you and Jack will head off towards the broadcast station over in that direction," Ford pointed down a long street with several abandoned buildings with a stern expression. A communication tower was visible on the horizon. "Ross, you—"

Yang stopped paying attention and wrapped herself around Jack's arm like they'd been dating for years, pushing her chest into him and bringing all attention to her cleavage. He shirked back, but sighed and accepted her position, earning ire from Ross and Nichol and a disapproving look from Ford. Yang nuzzled her head into the massive shoulder she barely reached, a step away from purring like a cat as Ford directed the other team. She was still amazed at how large he was, both in height and thickness. She could barely contain herself at the notion that they'd soon be alone together so she could finally have a taste.

Eventually, Yang and Jack were sent off, Ford looking ashamed at Yang's lack of professionalism. Jack more pulled Yang along, still clinging to his arm and rubbing her body against his like a cat in heat. He tried to keep a straight face, but it was clear he was flustered.

"Yang, we're here," Jack said as the pair reached the broadcast station after several minutes of dragging Yang around. "I'm not entirely sure why you're all touchy, but I think we should take a look around. We have a job to do."

"Aww, but I wanted to be close to you..." Yang pouted, but reluctantly let go of Jack's arm. "Fine." She crossed her arms childishly, supporting her large chest.

Jack looked uncomfortable that he had hurt Yang's feelings. "Look, why don't we just look around a bit? If we don't find anything, we can go back, okay?"

Yang's pout remained, but she nodded. She went off into one of the rooms.

Yang was quickly reaching her boiling point. She wanted to feel Jack inside her in some way, but she wanted him to want it, otherwise it wouldn't be any fun. She tried thinking of ways that might help that weren't just stripping until she wandered into the actual broadcast area of the building, filled with a newscast desk and set up, several cameras, and actual broadcast equipment behind a booth. Ignoring her mission of recon and recovery, she started fiddling with dials and buttons like a disinterested child and eventually she managed to accidentally set up the broadcast, the low whirring of machines creating a hum of activation.

"Hmm?" Yang kept playing with the dials in the response to the new noise, unaware that the noise she was making had caught the attention of the previous occupants of the station. "What does this butt–" she started before being forcibly stopped.

Jack wandered through the station, checking around in dark rooms for something where he had no idea what the actual thing would be. The professor had said that there might be records of Grimm movements that would help with figuring out... Something, but really he felt like he was grasping at mist. He found a desk and started rifling through papers about previous station reports. His searching was interrupted by a crash and the sound of Yang screaming.

"BJ!"

Jack burst through the door to the broadcast room at full speed, following Yang's cries with his weapon, a weighty blackjack, raised. A Beowulf –a single, average, fodder level Beowulf– was slowly encroaching upon a corner where Yang, small, curled up, and scared, was cowering against. Roaring forward with an, "OVER HERE, BASTARD!" Jack rushed the shadow down. The creature turned just in time to see a large weighted club meet the side of its head, exploding like a grenade upon contact with the bony mask. The limp black form flew across to the other side of the room, impacting and dispersing as it hit the wall. Jack swerved to Yang and asked, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He kneeled down to her level and put a hand on her bare shoulder before looking at her face.

Yang looked up with up with a face about to cry, only to burst into a smile as her lilac eyes met the dark brown of Jack. "I'm okay now! Thank you so so soooo much for saving me. It was so scary!" She wrapped her arms around his neck, shoving his face into her flowery scented hair. Jack looked a bit confused as he patted her hair, questioning how Yang Xiao Long, the hard hitting bruiser that could lift her sister like she was paper, could possibly be cornered by one Beowulf. His thoughts were muddled as he drew back from her embrace and looked down to check for injuries. He released her shoulder and jumped back, his face turning red.

"Uhh... Yang?" Jack shifted his face to look anywhere other than at Yang.

"Yes?" Yang asked, rising to her feet, turning her head in question.

"Y-your... Dress." Jack continued attempting to look away, but in front of him was Yang Xiao Long, wearing the torn remnants of her little black dress and little else, so his eyes kept wandering back. He was relieved she was unharmed, but her dress was in tatters, along with her strapless bra that was on the floor next to her. He got a full look at Yang's large, flawless, completely exposed breasts as the part that would otherwise be covering them was limply falling over her waist, any important seams shredded by the Beowulf's claws. He noticed every subtle detail of their softness and smoothness, all while desperately trying to not stare at his topless teammate out of shame and respect.

"Hmm?" Yang looked down and noticed that she was only wearing what amounted to a miniskirt that was torn, exposing a good portion of her wide hips and giving peeks at her thighs, along with heels, a choker, and her gloves with a primed but unused Ember Celica. She shrieked, then feebly tried to cover her substantial breasts as her now skirt audibly strained and started tearing from her bolstered hips, struggling against the tightness. Her accentuated waist caused the rips to drive upwards, exposing more skin as fibers snapped. Her efforts didn't change much, as everything was still visible, no matter how hard she tried to cover herself.

Jack eventually captured a good enough picture of Yang's weak, incredibly sexy look of embarrassment and fragility and turned around, hoping that the image would forever be burned into his head. He quieted the blonde's humiliation by saying, "Yang, why don't I give you my shirt? It should be long enough, right?" He looked down. Yang was pretty tall, but he dwarfed her by nearly a foot; his shirt fit his height, and he hoped that it was long enough to suffice as a temporary dress. He heard a soft noise hit the ground after a final tearing sound, marking the final descent of Yang's dress. It took everything he had not to turn around and look at a crimson faced Yang in just her panties as she struggled to cover her enhanced assets.

"Ok," Yang said, struggling for breath. "But no peeking!" She honestly hoped he would peek.

Jack took off his sweeping duster and dropped it on the news desk. Fighting the urge to turn around, he removed his shirt and revealed his massive, toned body to Yang. She could see just from his back how massive and muscular he was and stifled a noise of joy. He held out the considerable length of gray cloth out behind him until Yang grabbed it. He waited for her to let him know she was dressed, cursing his gentlemanly nature.

"BJ?" Yang said, cutely raising her voice after an awkward minute.

"About that, Yang..." Jack started. He began to turn. "My name is Jack. Black Jack is just a–" He stopped mid-sentence as he completed his revolution.

"BJ?" Yang repeated, less cute and more seductive. The look on her face told the man perfectly fine being called BJ everything he needed to know about what she meant, but the rest of her body made it clearer; Yang Xiao Long, completely naked save her gauntlets, started stepping towards the shirtless man in front of her, her dress in tatters, her panties on the floor, her sex dripping, her nipples erect, and her tongue tasting every last bit of her crimson lipstick. Every little step made her breasts bounce in the perfect way, complementing the subtle sway of her bare hips and the blank look of pure lust on her wanting face. She was finally allowed to play with her toy.

Yang pushed Jack with all her might, attempting to force him against the news desk, but she failed dramatically as his gigantic frame refused to budge a single inch from her strength. She instead stuck both hands into his chest and waited until he allowed her to direct him to lean against the oak.

"Uhh... Yang?" Jack stuttered and spat, shocked at the events going on but with his primal instincts quickly taking charge.

Yang got on her knees in front of Jack's waist. "I want to thank you for saving me! You're so nice... And big... And handsome..."

"Is this really how okay, you're taking off my belt, I see," Jack said, fumbling every other word as he watched the nude Yang unbuckle his belt, place her face on his thigh and flick her tongue at his crotch. From her expression, she was seemingly unaware of anything else other than what was under Jack's belt. He felt the strain against his pants as his erection rose further and further, reaching a peak since it started upon noticing Yang's wardrobe malfunction. He wasn't sure whether or not it was the best idea to let this happen, but everything told him that this was a moment that needed to play out as Yang wanted it to. He really hated saying no to people, anyway, and braced his arms against the desk.

Yang was dwarfed by Jack's massive everything, reducing her presence to just hovering around the giant's waist as she began lowering his pants. Her face glowed with bright desire as his boxers were exposed and his erection strained against them, lifting the material and giving the blonde a glimpse at his girth. Yang looked up, face that of a girl about to get exactly what she wanted, her smile as cute and arousing as she could make it. Jack looked down at the figure that seemed to shrink against his body as she hooked a finger into his shorts.

"Ahh..." Yang was mindless as she lowered the elastic around Jack's waist, letting his erection spring forth and nearly hit her. He was much better that she could ever have hoped for; he was proportionate to the rest of his massive size, easily clearing 8 inches and continuing to rise as his breathing hastened in tandem with hers. Yang continued to moan and drool as she sat on her knees, staring at her dream come true. Jack just watched her face and expression and rose further.

Yang made her move after an eon of lustful staring, gripping the base of Jack's shaft and directing it to her mouth. Her face glowed brighter as her lips kissed it and her voice ached with orgasmic pleasure as she ran her tongue over the tip. Jack shuddered as she began moving her head forward, taking his length into her mouth.

"Mph," Yang sputtered as tears began welling up in her eyes. "It just keeps going..." She slid her face further, taking more of Jack's shaft into her throat until her jaw ached. She kept going and going, driving it further down her throat until she couldn't breathe from its length. She knew he was big, but she couldn't have imagined that his dick would be this... Satisfying. She felt like she had physically shrunk as she continued to force down the member that seemed to have no end. "I don't know if I can–"

Yang's thoughts were silenced as Jack thrusted forward with a light movement, driving his shaft further into Yang, who struggled to maintain consciousness as she finally reached the end of his length by force. She came, releasing her lust into a pool around her knees as she felt bliss from being choked by Jack's girth. Her eyes rolled back as she pushed his waist to no avail, waiting until he let off and allowed her to back up. She released Jack from her lips and choked as she drew breath, readying herself for round two. She looked up at Jack, his face overwhelmed with pleasure as he recovered.

"Pull my hair," Yang commanded up at Jack between gasps for air, her body covered in sweat. She looked up like she expected a treat.

"What?" Jack asked looking down on her as he recovered. Yang nodded. "Are you sure? Would that hur-"

"PullmyhairpullmyhairpullmyhairpullmyhairPULLMYHAIR!" Yang was screaming at the man above her that dwarfed her by what felt like ten feet, her eyes red and wanting.

Jack obliged and took two enormous fistfuls of Yang's luxurious blonde hair into his hands and tugged. Yang came again, panting as she grabbed his erection, directing it into her mouth. Once again she felt her pleasure rise and her air supply lower.

Jack looked down at Yang, watching her face bob as she took his member into her and massaged it every which way. He couldn't describe just how amazing the feeling of her giving him a blowjob felt, but the best part had to be her face; it was blissfully crying as she moved back and forth, choking but never slowing down for a second. She looked like she had never been happier in her life, and Jack wanted that feeling to last for the both of them. He thrusted forward as he wrenched her hair towards him, making the blonde's face meet his waist as she took the entirely of him down her throat.

"MMMPHH!" Yang struggled to vocalize anything as she came again. Her noises were made clearer by her face, her eyes bursting wide open, dripping with tears as her pupils spiraled backwards upon her release. She raised her arms and banged on the desk Jack was leaning on, losing control of herself entirely as she furthered her descent into a toy.

Jack's breathing only got heavier as he allowed Yang to reel back and breathe, letting go of her hair. She released his length from her mouth and sputtered, giving him a moment of relief from the pleasure of her tongue. He looked as she fell backwards, her body going temporarily limp from her climaxes. Her tits, bigger, sweatier, and more desirable than ever, heaved and jiggled as she took in air. Her sex finished releasing into the pool it had formed around her knees, her body still shuddering from her last release. Her entire body rang with her pleasure, twitching and shaking with pleasure as she took in more breaths. When Jack felt he couldn't get any harder, Yang spoke up.

"Finish in me." Yang licked her scarlet lips. She opened her mouth and pointed at it. "I want to taste you. I want your cum." Her eyes sparkled and her smile shone as Jack tenderly ran his hands through her hair only to roughly grip her head.

"Whatever you say." Jack's calm voice was betrayed by his eyes, roaring with passion as he stared down at Yang's nude figure as she begged for his seed.

Yang gripped Jack's shaft and stroked it before closing her mouth around the tip. She ran her face down it, slowly taking it in and letting it out as Jack shook. She went further and further, taking her time as she felt it start to reach past her mouth and into her throat. She felt Jack's grip on her head tighten.

"Here we go," Jack stated, somehow maintaining a normal tone and he stood up fully and dragged Yang into his waist with the force of a truck. Yang came again as she felt the entirety of his length enter her, only to slacken back to halfway. Yang streamed joy as he willingly forced her to take his entire shaft into her throat over and over again as he saw fit, until finally, he made her face meet his crotch with a final tug and began to release.

"MMMPPHHHH!" Yang could do nothing but cry, swallow, and climax as Jack's cum started shooting into her. Her hair glowed white and her eyes burned red as she felt the hot liquid flow, instantly filling her mouth with seed and sending her into shambles. She tried to swallow as more kept coming, but she couldn't possibly keep up with both his shaft and the product of it. Her cheeks swelled as Jack stepped back and removed most of his length from her, keeping the still flowing tip behind her crimson lips. Yang managed to swallow a load, only to immediately find her mouth filled to burst instantly. Over and over again she downed Jack's cum until the flow finally stopped. She nearly passed out from a lack of oxygen, but the unending burning inside her core kept her conscious enough to keep cumming as she toppled backwards, flecks of white liquid decorating her face as she splayed out across the ground, shuddering.

"Ugh..." Yang's face was blank save for her muddled smile. Her breasts rose and fell with ever breath, shaking as she lay flat. She couldn't think, speak, vocalize, or do anything other than lay there and let Jack watch her in her blissful state.

Jack raised his pants and put his duster back on, leaving him shirtless. He stared at Yang, unable to comprehend how Yang seemed to be the one the most satisfied by this event. He felt amazing as he cooled down from his massive climax, but Yang looked like she'd felt nothing less than Heaven inside of her. She looked pure in the sense that everything she felt was a hundred percent genuine, not a scream wasted. He decided rather than try anything, he'd just watch her.

"Pic... ture..." Yang said after what felt like hours, still unable to move or even talk.

Jack felt his heart soar and his jaw drop. "What are you saying?"

"Take... Pictures..." Yang shuddered once again, still not done.

Jack said nothing more and got out his scroll. He took picture after picture after picture, along with copious amounts of video of Yang's blissful rest along with shots of him playing with her tits.

"We need to go..." Yang said after a longer time, sounding sweeter than ever. "Dress me." The saccharine pep in her voice was slowly but surely returning.

"Whatever you say." Jack said as he retrieved Yang's cheeky black panties and drew them up her legs, covering her wet sex. Yang shuddered and bit her lip as he reached her mound, but said nothing. She sat up, raised her arms above her head, and smiled like a child. Jack grabbed his shirt and dropped it over the massive lengths of blonde hair until Yang had a passing dress, albeit far too big for her and falling off one shoulder. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up. His shirt lowered to show that it just barely covered past her panties. He took a picture to document how adorable she was.

"So now what?" Yang said, again attaching herself to Jack's arm.

Jack looked down, smiling and thinking. "Well, as much as I adore how you look right now, we should probably get you cleaned up and see if we can't raid a clothing store. Unless you want to explain what just happened."

"Okay," Yang replied, a bit disappointed. She would be completely fine telling everyone and even demonstrating what had gone down, but she decided to just do as Jack said. She let him wash her face and body in the broadcast station's bathroom and they set out to find her some clothes.

A half hour later, Jack and Yang found an abandoned clothing store that Yang spent a considerable amount of time in looking at the still usable clothes. Jack didn't mind, as she modeled her favorite outfits as she changed in and out of them, never trying on a single bra. Another hour later, the pair arrived at the large abandoned town square, Jack back to sporting his shirt while Yang wore a tight black top with a substantial amount of cleavage along with another golden cloth belt and a loose black skirt, her outfit decently resembling her original sans bits and pieces in an attempt to parse that nothing had happened.

Eventually, the rest of BYRN and Pr. Ford returned pretty much empty handed, and they departed back to town and to their rooms. Nobody questioned Yang's outfit, but Nichol did seem to catch on to Jack's pleasant mood. He merely said that he enjoyed Yang's company and refused to elaborate.

Team BYRN spent the night watching more movies, discussing their mission, and wondering why Yang never contributed anything that wasn't just an agreement or a giggle. Nobody seemed to care too much, as Yang again wore nothing but panties and a t shirt and more than likely masturbated while in the shower, but she did decide to sleep with Jack again to the ire of Nichol and Ross. She once again drifted off onto the giant's shoulder like a lover before letting him tuck her in and become a pillow.

"You'll always be my favorite," Yang whispered into Jack's ear. She drew her body in close to his.

Yang was telling the truth, but she didn't tell Jack that she still planned on having fun with the rest of BYRN. Still, Jack was definitely going to get the most overall.

"Tomorrow is going to be fun, too."