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This was the place . Margaret thought to herself, glancing down at the blue-tinted cellphone in her hand. A portable version of the old timey phones that they kept in the Velvet Room, to contact their visitors. It was a strange square device, with no obvious receiver and a screen that required you to touch it, rather than buttons to dial in numbers. All very new and confusing, but the Velvet Room changed with the times after all. Best not to worry about it too much.
There was no sign of her yet, which was a little peculiar. Elizabeth was never the type to run late, usually arriving ridiculously early and waiting in the same spot for hours on end. Margaret’s cheerier sister was an oddity even among the Velvet Room’s strange attendants, always cheery, curious, and interested in the world around her. It was no wonder she wanted to leave the Velvet Room so often, much to her disappointment.
But now was a chance to see her, after she had been traveling parts unknown for so long, going off to see things that none of them could even imagine. Her journey lead her beyond the human world into a strange and fantastical place within the sea of souls, which meant that her dream of learning more about humans had to be put on hold for whatever strange adventures she encountered in this place.
Margaret was elated when she received the call and was flattered that she was the first that Elizabeth decided to contact after returning. She offered to spend time with her in the human world, something that Margaret had only begun to explore ever since that young man showed up. “Hmmm… Elizabeth… where could you be…” she looked behind her, the pane of fractal, blue glass that served as a portal into the Velvet Room floating conspicuously beside a normal alleyway. But no human could see the portal. The same could not be said for Margaret herself, who decided to reveal herself to the humans for once.
“E-Excuse me, miss…”
The blonde woman turned her head slowly, her expression dull and her plush red lips curling into a mysterious smile. “Hmmh?”
It was a young man, couldn’t be more than fifteen. His eyes were as wide as could be, staring at Margaret in complete shock. The look in his eyes suggested that a whole new world had opened to him. “You’re… kind of… blocking the sidewalk…”
Margaret tilted her head to the side, and then looked down. She thought she had been standing against the wall, but even then, that was not enough on these tiny sidewalks. The wall that she had been resting against only served as a resting place for her immense butt, which jutted out quite far from her body and pushed her skirt aside, revealing skintight black leggings that wrapped tightly around each cheek. With Margaret pushed out so far, her immense chest only made things worse, extending out across the sidewalk and making it almost impossible for anyone to pass her without walking out into the street. Those melons would have been enough to smother the poor boy in front of her, from head to hip. Margaret felt a little embarrassed but didn’t show such things visibly. “So I am.” She replied in a distant monotone, before shimmying to one side, closer to the alleyway so people would have some way of passing this overly-curvaceous blonde.
The boy sat there staring for a few more moments, looking as if he had reached a state of pure enlightenment just looking at her, before finally retreating away. The strange boy was walking funny too, almost like a gorilla, not to mention his face had turned almost entirely red. Humans were so strange sometimes, Margaret thought to herself.
In that brief moment of distraction, she had received a message on her phone. After struggling to navigate through it with her finger, she finally managed to open it and saw a message from Elizabeth.
Dear Margaret,
I unfortunately got turned around, and ended up in a place that humans call “South Africa”. It appears I had mistaken the name of the place you told me to meet. I thought it was Indaba rather than Inaba. Silly me! I will be right there.
Love,
Elizabeth.
P.S. I am right behind you.
Just as she read that last line, Margaret felt something large and heavy press against her back, pushing her forward a bit and cradling her head in something soft and fluffy. Margaret would know it was the familiar warmth of her younger sister, and turn her head to meet her face-to-face.
Elizabeth was smiling widely, her immense chest taking up every bit of space between them and mounted on the shelf of Margaret’s perfect, heart-shaped ass. “Hellooooooo~” She tried to reach her arms out to hug Margaret, but her body made that a difficult prospect, and it wasn’t like Margaret turning around would make things any easier.
While Margaret was an impressive specimen from either side, her sister was a little on the thinner side… or at least, she would be if her chest was not so ridiculously massive that they were classified as high-level Almighty attacks. It was like two blimps attached to a palm tree. A figure almost as ridiculous as Elizabeth herself.
“I’m surprised I didn’t startle you…” Elizabeth sighed, weighing heavily on Margaret’s back as she leaned forward with a disappointed sigh. “I was hoping to see you change expressions for once.”
“You may be surprised to know that I have figured out how to smile.” Margaret replied with a slightly sarcastic tone. One that would be undetectable to anyone else other than Elizabeth.
“Oh, my…” Elizabeth pulled away, each breast flopping off of Margaret’s butt and wobbling about with each step, every bounce and jiggle bumping against Margaret’s body as she made her way around, sticking herself shoulder to shoulder with her sister in some effort to get close. When all else failed, side-hugs were a viable strategy. “Theo and I used to spend hours trying to get you to smile, and now you can do it that easily? Honestly, I think it may have lost its fleeting charm…”
“I can go back to never smiling again rather quickly, if you would like…” Margaret said, almost as a warning.
Elizabeth giggled, “Oh, you know I am kidding. I am so happy to see you…” she wrapped an arm around Margaret and brought her close, their oversized bodies colliding in a symphony of squish that was so glorious a local boy managed to fall off his bike and into a trash can, too distracted by the ladies to pay attention to where he was going. “It feels like it’s been an eternity since we last saw each other.”
Margaret chuckled in her usual reserved manner. “It has been a rather long time, hasn’t it?” She returned the favor by wrapping her own arm around Elizabeth, offering her a kiss on the cheek before pulling away and standing before her. Though they were several feet apart, the size of their chests meant that they were practically touching. Every bit of space between the two is occupied by mountainous tits. “I have been busy while you were off exploring…”
“Mister Long-Nose working you hard?”
Margaret just shook her head with a small scoff. “Oh, no, I am on leave for the time-being. Lavenza has taken up the mantle. I would have invited her out otherwise, poor, shy thing never leaves the Velvet Room.”
“Little Lavenza’s an attendant now? How sad… I would have loved to see that. Perhaps I can drop in and visit secretly sometime soon…”
“I am sure she would love that… but right now, let’s ‘catch up’.” Margaret held out her hand for Elizabeth, who eagerly reached out to grab it, her chest bumping against her sister’s side as she started leading her down the sidewalk. Now, nobody would have any hope of passing the two, oversized women. Anyone coming down the street towards them just had to step off the sidewalk or walk all the way over to the other side. The two sisters were just too wide for their own good…
Neither seemed aware of this, and just continued going about their business without a single care. Margaret seemed a little cheerier than usual, prone to smiling for no reason. It was just Elizabeth’s infectious presence filling her with an unexplainable joy. Her sister knew how to brighten up any room. “I have been exploring the human world while you were out. Your desire to travel has affected me quite a bit…” Elizabeth seemed surprised to hear this, but listened intently, with a steadily growing smile. “I have been experiencing interesting things… and I would like you to experience them as well…”
Finally, Elizabeth spoke up, “I have been yearning to experience more of the human world… now that I am back, it makes me even happier to hear that you find yourself yearning for the same things. Please, show me sister… I wish to experience everything you know…!” There was so much welled-up energy inside of her. Perhaps that is why her form has such an oversized chest. They were like batteries for all of her pep and spunk. Margaret had to admonish herself for silly lines of thought like that… Breasts did not contain abstract things like that.
They contained milk. Elizabeth had a lot of it too. She could hear her sloshing about with each step, every wobble sending those immense melons into hers, bumping against them and setting off a chain reaction of jiggling that fed back into itself. The two of them walking down the streets was already big news in the town, as nobody had seen these two strange, blonde women around and their bodies were something out of a legend…
“I was briefly introduced to the concept of “Shopping” by an interloper, someone who temporarily stayed in the Velvet Room. She had quite the interesting fashion sense, and constantly went out shopping for new clothes. It was a strange thought to me. After all, we only ever wear these clothes… and make copies when they are dirty. But humans apparently like to adorn themselves in all sorts of clothing, and even throw out perfectly good clothing at the end of the year to purchase a whole new wardrobe…”
Elizabeth tapped her chin, “I think I experienced something similar to that during my last visit to the human world. I would notice that my guest’s companions would change clothes between days and weeks, and especially the seasons… I always thought it was for a practical purpose but from the way you describe it to me, it sounds like it's more of a yearly ritual…” Elizabeth’s eyes brightened, the information already quite stimulating to her. “Fascinating…”
Margaret smiled a bit, “Yes, I thought you would find it interesting. I was hoping that we could do a little “shopping” for ourselves. I have found a nice clothing store not too far from here.”
“Oh, please, take me there…! I have always wanted to adorn myself in human clothing. I never knew it would be so integral to their culture…” Elizabeth was now guiding them forward, stepping ahead of Margaret and practically dragging her younger sister behind her, despite not knowing where they were actually going. But that was perfectly fine, Margaret could guide her.
It didn’t take long at all for the two of them to reach the clothing store. It was nothing like the big department stores in the next town over, more of a small, dedicated clothing shop. However, the first hurdle had already presented itself to the Velvet Sisters.
The door.
It was a single-wide door, which was unfortunate considering that both of these women were double-wide at the least. It presented an interesting conundrum for them both, but especially Elizabeth with her all-encompassing mountain of a bosom. Margaret seemed nonchalant about it at first, not hesitating to grab the door handle, the bell going off, and the first few steps taken. But issues presented themselves immediately. Mainly, her hips clogged the doorway with ease, and her breasts got wedged in the doorframe. Attempting to walk in straight on was a mistake, one that left Margaret regrettably stuck.
“Ah, I see…” Margaret looked down with a blank expression, then looked side to side. “It appears I am stuck.”
Elizabeth stepped to the side and leaned over a bit, trying to survey the situation from where she stood. “Hmmmh… it appears the doorway is too narrow, sister.”
“I have come to that same conclusion.” Margaret replied dryly, trying to pull herself free, shimmying side to side and only succeeding in getting herself stuck harder.
Now, what was the biggest issue here? Elizabeth examined every bit of her sister. Certainly her bosom was stuck as well, but she could see that her butt was easily the largest issue here. Her hips had become wedged in-between the doorframe, just barely too wide to fit through with ease. But her cheeks were bulging out, spreading out outside of the doorframe and forming a bit of a seal between her and the doorway, preventing Margaret from escaping easily.
So, that meant that she needed to focus her efforts on Margaret’s buttocks!
“Megido…!” Margaret hissed.
“Wait a moment, wait…!” Elizabeth held up her hands. “Let’s not resort to destruction just yet, sister. I believe I have found a solution.”
“Oh?” Margaret looked over her shoulder as much as she could. “What would that be?”
“Observe…!” Elizabeth dropped to her knees in front of Margaret, that wide expanse of ass presented for her in all its head-smothering glory. Her own enormous bosom pushed up against Margaret’s shapely legs, squishing against either one and bulging its way through the doorway. “You simply need a little outside assistance and you will be free.” And with that, Elizabeth did not hesitate to shove herself forward, burying herself in all of that ass, practically using it as a blanket. To anyone without context for the situation, it would appear that two deviants were pleasuring each other out in the open, and considering how Elizabeth shook her head side to side like she was motorboating those fat cheeks, it would take a lot to convince any witness otherwise.
But she also pushed with all her strength, and soon, her sister began to budge. Within less than a minute Margaret had slipped her way through the doorframe and ended up on the other side unharmed, with only a little bit of a sore spot on her hips. Elizabeth flopped forward, but thankfully caught herself on the edge of the door before she too got stuck. Her bust was much too big to walk through forward without major issues…
So, Elizabeth decided to approach this from an unorthodox angle. She walked sideways. Bunching up her arms around each beanbag chair of a breast and squeezing as tight as she could, compressing them just barely enough to where she could shimmy her way through the door with no issue. “That is the correct way to enter, sister.”
“How strange…” Margaret replied, brushing off her dress and rubbing the area where she had gotten stuck. “Mmmmh… I shall have to remember that trick in the future. I might have gotten stuck for a long time if it were not for you.”
“Or accidentally annihilated innocent humans.” Elizabeth replied with a sweet, innocent smile.
“Still, I should have thought to enter this place before showing it to you… It just looked so quaint from the outside, I had to take you here. You always preferred smaller spaces. Ironically.”
“What is so ironic about that? I believe the humans have described it as “Cozy”. I think that is an apt description.” Elizabeth stepped forward, taking extra special care not to knock over any of the display pieces. As much as she liked small spaces, she was also a constant danger in them, liable to knock things over without realizing it. One stray bounce was all it took to cause a disaster.
Speaking of disasters, the woman at the front of the store looked like one had taken place. The way she looked at the two women, she looked both in awe and absolutely horrified. She was a younger woman, still in her twenties and with a chest that was just a bit smaller than her head, one that she was quite proud of. To see these milk-laden maidens walking into her store had destroyed her fragile ego. The same thing happened when Rise Kujikawa showed up in town, but she had hoped that would be her only competition… Clearly, this town was bustier than she thought!
“H-How can I help you two?” she asked, trying to keep her customer service smile on despite the seething rage that built up within her. Said rage was also mixed with a healthy portion of despair and jealousy. Neither of these women even seemed to notice how ridiculously massive they were.
“Oh, hello…!” Elizabeth waved excitedly towards her, the rapid movement of her arm sending her chest jostling back and forth, and caused the poor clerk to grit her teeth in annoyance. “We are simply browsing. Hoping to try on your adornments…”
The clerk so desperately wanted to tell them that they had nothing in their size, but the last time she did that her boss got her in trouble for scaring off customers. “W-Well… let me know if you need help finding anything, we have a wide selection for, uhm… v-varied body types. You will want to check in our plus-sized section, for sure.”
“Plus-sized, hmm?” Margaret seemed fascinated. “There are levels to clothing?”
Elizabeth offered her two cents. “Well, a ranking system must be put in place. After all, humans are so varied in their power level, I could see why such distinctions matter.”
“I suppose you are correct. It seems that humans like to have a hierarchy in all things, even their accessories.” Margaret went off in the direction the clerk pointed her, and Elizabeth followed behind her, constantly bouncing up and down, though she took extra special care to make sure no errant bounces knocked over a poor mannequin. Human proxies had feelings too, after all. Her guest had told her so.
All of the nonsense these two women said went over the clerk’s head.
After combing their way through the narrow aisles, which were only just wide enough to accommodate the two of them, they found themselves in the so-called “Plus-Sized” section. There was such a wide array of clothing on offer that it was hard for either of them to choose. Not to mention, there was a section for hats close by, though for some reason there was no distinction between “regular” and “plus-sized” for them. Perhaps head adornments had a fixed value? So many rituals and rules to this… Elizabeth was already so eager to learn about them all.
Margaret meanwhile just examined the selection closely. All the colors, and the sheer number of options made this more difficult than she imagined. She had thought there would be a couple styles of adornment to select from, but with a people as diverse and ever-changing as humans she should have expected nothing less. “Let us see what we have here… Swimsuits… Winterwear, Summerwear… Sundresses… Undergarments? Do humans often go underground?”
“I believe they do on occasion, but I believe that these undergarments are for wearing underneath your clothing.” Elizabeth peered closely at one of them, a bra that would be seen as comically massive by anyone else. “I have always wondered why humans do this… why wear such adornments if they are not to be seen?”
“That’s a good question…” Margaret reached out and selected a lacy, black bra from the selection, and placed it underneath her arm. When she bent over to pick it up, her butt pushed outward and bumped against the shelf behind them, causing the whole thing to rattle. Margaret just ignored it, and continued grabbing clothing that caught her eye.
Elizabeth did much the same, grabbing a weird, varied selection of clothing. “I believe humans wear clothing as an expression of their inner selves, so I think it would be best to select with that same criteria…”
“My inner self…” Margaret looked down at a lower shelf and found her eyes drawn to a pair of blue jeans. She knew nothing of sizes, so she simply selected the first pair she saw. “Hmmh…” she then approached another area, finding herself a white tanktop that was rather elastic and quite big. For some reason, she felt drawn to these articles of clothing, so perhaps they were a reflection of her inner self? Humans were much more introspective than she gave them credit for…
Once the two of them spent a little time selecting more to wear, the two of them met back up in the middle aisle, Margaret only having about three outfits gathered while Elizabeth had an entire pile of clothing, which was all piled up high and resting on her constantly wobbling bosom. “I believe I have selected all of the clothing I need…” she said, keeping her eyes pointed up so she could catch any clothing that fell off her precarious tower.
“I think you may have grabbed too much, sister.” Margaret said with a small chuckle, placing a hand on her hip.
“Well, I wanted to “shop” so many things…! They all looked quite fascinating.” Elizabeth tilted her head to the side and managed to peek around her enormous pile of clothes. “So, is that all? Are we done “shopping” now?”
“No, I believe there are two more steps before this ritual is complete.”
“Ooooh…!” Elizabeth would have bounced with excitement if she weren’t so afraid of being buried under an avalanche of clothing.
“We must now “try on” the clothing.”
“Oh, of course… why would I wear clothing without seeing how it looks on my body? How silly.” Elizabeth dropped all of her clothes in a big pile on the floor, and already started to lift her dress up.
The clerk, who had been watching from afar this entire time, grew closer and called out. “W-Wait, miss, you’re not supposed to undress out here…!”
“Oh?” Elizabeth looked over her shoulder. “I shall disrobe outside, then…”
“N-No…!” The clerk huffed. How stupid was this bimbo?! “The dressing rooms are right over there… I know you probably can’t fit in the stalls but at least do it in there and not out here…”
“A dedicated room for trying on? How convenient!” Elizabeth chuckled happily, grabbing several of the clothes out of the pile, about one outfit's worth. “I believe I like this selection the best. You may return the rest to their previous places.”
Elizabeth and Margaret walked on towards the dressing room, leaving a confused and angry clerk looking at an enormous pile of clothes to clean up.
Upon reaching the dressing room, the two of them almost immediately began to disrobe. Without a human around to see them perform such miraculous feats, they could simply snap their fingers and appear nude without any trouble. Reality seemed to struggle with Elizabeth’s bosom, as for a split-second it appeared as if they defied gravity before finally the forces of the universe exerted themselves and brought those immense tits flopping down, slapping against her stomach and jostling around free. “Oooh…! I forgot how freeing it feels to be nude. Perhaps I should try this next time I enter one of those “hot springs”.”
“I believe that is what you are supposed to do anyways…” Margaret replied, having heard as much from her guest. Apparently, there was some ‘incident’ involving accidentally walking in on the female members of their group while they were in a hot spring. Why this was such a big event, she had no idea.
“That would explain the looks I was getting.” Elizabeth said with a sigh, pulling up the outfit she had selected. A nice, blue sundress with a floral pattern of various colors spread all over it. Only, when she held it up to her, it was quite clear that it was much too small. But Elizabeth was too excited about wearing human clothes to be that observant…
As for Margaret, she could see the issue arising already, and found herself wondering if there was any solution to fix it… Well, the tanktop looked doable, but the jeans would be a tight fit… So she tried them on first, slowly slipping them up her shapely legs, slowly but surely filling up its wide frame with her thighs until the jeans got caught about midway. Her thighs bulged from that tight space, as she exerted a ridiculous amount of effort just to get a few inches higher, and not to mention, it was very uncomfortable.
As Margaret started to muffin-top out of her jeans, Elizabeth was beginning to figure out the issues that surrounded wearing a sundress. Mainly, her boobs were much too big for it. While she might have managed to get her head into it, everything after that was a pipe dream. There were two simple reasons why it was impossible to wear this dress, and they were currently bulging out the bottom of the sundress, making a complete mockery of the garment and forcing the skirt to drape over them. She didn’t even get it down to her hips before her breasts were absolutely squished inside, and by that point, it was much too uncomfortable to continue.
“Sister...?” Margaret finally turned her head to look back, “I believe that these clothes are too small for us.”
“Strange. I thought we were a high enough level to wear these “plus-size” clothes.” Elizabeth huffed as she tried to stuff her melons into that dress, only to stop when she heard the sound of straining threads and an impending rip.
“It seems that they did not account for beings like us... Only a handful of humans are capable of reaching the same power level as us.” Margaret sighed heavily, starting to lower those tight jeans, that would have looked comically large on anyone else, and rubbed her hips, which had turned slightly red around where the pants got caught.
“I think you are correct in your assessment, sister.” Elizabeth threw the sundress into the air with a deep, deep sigh. “But I was ever so excited to try on human clothing...” she propped her elbow up on her own enormous breasts, puffing her lips out in pouty fashion as she tried to think of a satisfying solution to this issue. “Clearly this store does not have the correct clothing for our power level.”
“Well, we are capable of crafting our own garments, are we not?” Margaret replied, stepping forward and starting to peel off the tanktop. While it did fit alright, she knew it could fit better. “Let us simply make copies of these garments and leave these low-level clothing.”
The cheery attendant placed a hand on her cheek, “Oh, my goodness... I had not thought of something so simple. Truly, you have a brilliant mind, sister.”
Margaret chuckled playfully, reaching over and giving her sister a small squeeze. “I have been told as much.” Her hand reached up and grabbed one of those immense breasts, eliciting a small “ooooh” from Elizabeth herself, before suddenly she found her naked form clad in a perfect copy of that sundress. The only difference being that it was made to fit over her, draping over her immense chest. Though it did fit, it was still quite skimpy on her, a mile of cleavage on display, and no support to speak of, causing them to jostle around freely. Flesh bulged out from the sides, the top, the front... all of it.
Aside from the dress itself, she now also had a wide-brimmed hat and a pair of pink tinted glasses, a mismatch of colors but one that would certainly draw attention.
“Strange... Why would humans wear footwear that leaves their extremities so exposed?” she wiggled her toes a bit as she stretched out her leg, referring to the flip-flops she had picked out from the pile.
Margaret stepped out from behind Elizabeth, miraculously wearing a pair of jeans that conformed perfectly to her figure, and accentuated every curve. Couple that with the tanktop that left nothing to the imagination, and a pair of dark sunglasses that obscured her eyes and she looked like cougar material. Not that she knew what a cougar was. She just found these clothes spoke to her soul for some reason...
“I can’t rightly say...” she looked at the high-heeled sandals that she had grabbed for herself. “It is rather comfortable, and freeing.”
“Well, I always preferred when humans wore full-plate armor and chainmail. It’s so practical yet at the same time, crude.”
“Perhaps we can try on a suit of armor next time we come out here... I believe this town has a human blacksmith.” Margaret grabbed her clothes and already started towards the front counter.
When they approached, the woman in front nearly passed out when she saw them. How the hell did they manage to fit into those clothes? She figured she would have to tell the oversized ladies to go shopping elsewhere, but...
“Here you go. You may return these to their original locations.” Elizabeth set down a massive pile of clothing on the counter, and Margaret followed suit, both of these piles stacking into a mile-high tower of garments that the poor clerk could barely escape from.
“W-Wait, you need to pay...! Y-You can’t just grab clothes and walk out...!”
“But these are our clothes.” Margaret said, tugging on the tanktop she wore and smiling at the woman. “We appreciate your help.” And with that, the two of them were heading back out the door. Thankfully, this time they remembered to be more careful with the doorway, walking sideways and ensuring their body parts were compressed a bit.
The poor clerk was just left with the Mt. Everest of clothing, and a lingering feeling she might have imagined the whole thing.
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Inaba was a peaceful town in the summer, as it wasn’t much of a tourist destination, aside from the Amagi Inn. Everything was taken slow in this town, and nothing was taken for granted. It was the simplest expression of humanity that Margaret had ever seen, and that is one of the reasons she enjoyed the quaint little town so much. Metropolises were so impersonal and cold, distant. The interactions of humans were fleeting and transactional. Here, you saw the same faces every day, an intricate web of social links that spread through the town like a system of roots, forming the lifeblood of a community.
And then there were these two crazy ladies who showed up out of nowhere, scantily-clad and always saying weird things.
After their little adventure at the Human Accessory Shop, Margaret decided to show Elizabeth an aspect of human culture that she enjoyed more than any other. If there was one thing that humans perfected, it was their need for sustenance. Not only did they meet those needs, but they had grown so bored of meeting those needs that they invented new and interesting ways to experience the same foods, making each different.
The genius and innovation of humans seemed entirely focused in their cuisine. Something that Elizabeth was perfectly happy with.
“Oooooh... I wonder if they have takoyaki...” Elizabeth looked all around the street, creating quite the distracting sight for anyone around, as each step sent her chest jostling about in that loose sundress. She always seemed to be on the verge of a wardrobe malfunction, but never quite reached that point.
Meanwhile Margaret walked like she knew everyone was staring, swinging her hips in a seductive manner, having a mysterious smile on her face the entire time. “I have found quite the variety of foods out here... Though, I do not know what “takoyaki” is.”
“I believe it is fried octopus shaped into a ball... It is rather savory, though there are many toppings and varieties of it. It was one of the few human foods I got to sample during my last visit.” She smiled wide, as she twisted her head around in excitement, taking in every sight and sound, not wanting to miss out on even a moment of this.
Eventually, it was Margaret who stopped them, arriving at a small and unassuming stand with a simple sign that read “Steak Skewers”. To an outsider it would appear as a cheap food stand, with nothing special about it. But Margaret knew that there was something special about this place. A previous guest had ranted and raved to her about the wonders of the Steak Skewer, and now Margaret wanted to share those wonders with Elizabeth.
“Here? How quaint, how... rustic...!” Elizabeth clasped her hands together, squishing a good portion of her breasts underneath her arms and causing the lady standing at the counter a little uncomfortable with her own comparably meager size.
“H-How can I help you?” she asked them.
Margaret walked forward and placed a couple bills on the counter. “Two steak skewers, please...” she looked back to Elizabeth who was practically drooling with excitement at trying more human cuisine. “On second thought, make that four.”
“Y-You’ve got it...!” the lady grabbed the money and hurried into the back, more to give herself some time to comprehend these two goddesses rather than actually make their steak skewers.
“I am surprised you picked such an unassuming locale for our first stop.” Elizabeth noted, approaching the picnic table, and after a small moment of evaluation, sat backwards on it. Her breasts would have taken up the whole table otherwise. But they served the secondary purpose of being her table, when propped up on her lap like this! “It is very unlike you.”
“I was convinced into trying them by a temporary guest not too long ago. It left quite the impression on me... and you mentioned enjoying savory foods, so I assumed it would be a good start.”
Once their steak skewers were served, Margaret’s assumption was proven correct. Not only did Elizabeth enjoy the steak skewers, but she was practically enamored with Inaba’s acclaimed “delicacy”.
“Such a wonderful array of flavors, the taste is tangy yet with a hint of spice, and every little chunk of this “steak” tastes slightly different than the other...”
So enamored in fact that she was talking endlessly about it on their way to the next stop...
“... and there’s such versatility in the ways that you can consume it. You can eat each chunk one at a time and sample their differing flavors, or you could eat them all at once and allow the flavors to combine in new and interesting ways. Each bite was an experience, and—”
“We’re here...” Margaret interrupted, having a somewhat exhausted smile on her face. Elizabeth’s energy was abundant and endless, and it could be exhausting even for a powerful being like herself.
“Oooh?” Elizabeth tilted her head, staring up at the large, new-looking building in front of them. It looked so out-of-place in this small rural town, a touch of modern sensibilities smack dab in the middle of an old town. It was such a difference in architecture and design that Elizabeth was mesmerized before they even got to the food.
Elizabeth tilted her head up and tried to read the big sign out front. “Joons...” she muttered.
A small, young girl with pigtails passed by the two ladies, her face scrunched up in pouty fashion. “It’s pronounced Joo-ness!”
The older gentleman escorting her leaned down and started hurrying her along, “Don’t bother strangers, Nanako.”
“Interesting...” Elizabeth tilted her head. “What is this place?”
“It is a “convenience” store, as the humans call it. It takes several amenities and places them all in one building instead of serving a specific purpose.” Margaret started walking with Elizabeth, who she had to practically drag behind her, or else she might stop to stare at every little interesting thing she found.
“Why is this the next stop on our food adventure?”
“Because while most of its food is rather subpar in comparison to the dedicated establishments, it does have one thing that other places do not.” She pointed towards a portion of the store near to the entrance, a counter where something called “Ice Cream” was sold.
“Ooooh... A frozen treat... I believe I have seen these before... Though, I have never had the chance to try them myself... Interesting how humans run the whole range of temperatures, from blazing hot to freezing cold...!” Elizabeth approached, her hips swinging side to side, and her chest following suit, making her a walking hazard for anyone close by.
“Hello... I would like one ice cream please...!” Elizabeth said with a big smile. The brown-haired boy behind the counter had his back turned to her, and was busy washing his hands.
“Okay... uhh... what flavor?” he asked, seeming a little confused by her mannerisms.
“Hmmmh... flavors? There are flavors?”
“Well, yeah...?” The boy turned around, drying his hands, only to stop in his tracks the moment he saw Elizabeth. His eyes nearly popped out of his head, as he seemed completely frozen by her presence.
Elizabeth waited for the boy to finish his sentence, or even move again, but no such thing happened for nearly thirty seconds. “... Hello? Did I accidentally cast Bufudyne again? I’m so clumsy with ice magic.” She peered down even closer, her enormous breasts squishing against the clear glass of the ice-cream stand as she tried to read the boy’s nametag. It read “Yusuke” though it appeared the boy had used a sharpie to close the “u” into an “o”. “Yosuke?”
SHE SAID HIS NAME?!
Almost immediately the poor boy found himself flopping backwards, a jet of red shooting into the air. There was the whisper of “oppai” on the wind, the spirits of Junes blessing him with fantasies of giant-tittied women obsessing over him.
Meanwhile, in the real world, Yosuke was splayed out on his back, blood seeping from his nose, absolutely conked out of his mind.
Elizabeth just stood there with a finger to her lip, tilting her head and staring down at the poor boy, only barely able to see him over the counter due to her size. “Hello? Are you alright, young man? I believe I have accidentally destroyed this human, sister.”
Margaret sighed softly, “No,” she stepped forward, leaning against the counter and pointing down at the knocked-out boy. “I know this one. He is a sexual deviant. A ‘pervert’.”
“Ooooh... I see! Humans that are obsessed with mating rituals. How interesting.” Elizabeth smiled a bit, “I have experienced one myself, it was rather fun, though I was so inexperienced I worried I would crush the poor boy.” she placed a hand to her cheek, a hint of red showing. “I can understand why humans would be obsessed with it.”
“Now that is something I never expected to hear...” Margaret leaned over and looked at the ice cream selection, and the boy on the floor who was rapidly losing blood. “I think we would find this one wanting as a mate.”
“He is a bit skinny...” Elizabeth nodded sagely. “And I still want to try this ‘ice cream’.”
“Well, I’ll make sure it’s the bear-y best!” With an over-the-top pirouette, a blonde boy popped his way through the double-wide doorway leading into the back, wearing an apron over his uniform and wearing a cute little sailor hat. His bright, blue eyes fluttered with surprise as he looked over the splayed out form of Yosuke, and gasped. “Oh, my gosh! Yosuke! This is why you let me handle female customers!” He rushed over to his friend, and bent over to grab him by the arms... which finally drew attention to his impressive backside. A rear that would make a human woman jealous, stuck into a pair of slacks that were made for men and woefully under-equipped to handle such thickness!
For once, Margaret’s blank expression changed, a look of fondness and a friendly smile gracing her refined features as she leaned across the counter. “Well, hello Mister Bear. It’s been a while, has it not?”
“Ooh?” Teddie looked up while he was in the middle of dragging Yosuke back. “Oh, gosh, Miss Margaret? It’s been a bear-y long time since I last saw you...!” He blushed a bit, “Oh, this is em-bear-assing... My hair is a mess, and I’m not even wearing my favorite cologne. I’m a failure of a bear...!”
Elizabeth leaned forward, her melons jostling about on the flat surface of the counter and immediately drawing Teddie’s eye. “You don’t look like a bear to me... You have no fur, nor sharp teeth or claws, paws, or...”
Margaret placed a hand on her shoulder, patting it affectionately and smiling towards her sister. “It would take too long to explain, just enjoy the quaintness of it.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about! But, uhhm... could you give me a moment, I need to drag my friend into the back and fix him up!” He pat the other boy on the head, “Poor Yosuke is prone to nosebleeds around women. He says it's a chronic condition. Whatever that means!” and with that, the unbelievably thick, blonde boy started to drag Yosuke into the back. “I will be right back, ladies... I would be oh so happy to serve you, and maybe even score with you!”
Margaret scoffed a little, an amused smile gracing her face as the boy disappeared into the back, while Elizabeth looked on in confusion, her lips puckered into an o-shape. “Score?” She finally asked, looking to her sister for guidance. “Is he going to rate us on some kind of scale, like the clothing?”
“No, that is human slang for engaging in sexual intercourse. He intends to take us to bed.” She replied flatly, “I find it rather cute that he thinks it can happen so easily. It is not so endearing in other humans, but for some reason, I find his forwardness quite charming.”
Elizabeth seemed to understand almost immediately, nodding. “He is much like my previous guest. More pleasing to the eye than most humans, it makes his quirks and flaws that much more appealing... though that one emotes more than my guest.”
Leaning over the counter, her back arching and her butt sticking out far enough to almost block the aisle behind her, Margaret just sighed heavily. “I have had the same experience with mine.”
“That being said, he was an excellent lover.”
“As was mine.”
The two of them looked at each other for a moment, before both of them broke out into giggles, Elizabeth laughing uproariously while Margaret kept herself composed, covering her mouth with a light chuckle.
Finally, they heard the sound of clothes rustling and cheeks clapping, as Teddie stepped out from the back, wiping his hands across one another and sighing. “That is the seventh time this week. I’m scared poor Yosuke might lose all of his blood one of these days. Then I’ll have nobody to reach under the bed when I lose something...” He placed his hands on his wide hips, which obviously couldn’t fit through any narrow spaces.
Going from a concerned friend to a perverted little bear was easy for Teddie, as he almost immediately leaned on the counter across from Margaret and propped his head up with both hands. “Now, Miss Margaret to what do I owe the pleasure? What can Teddie do for you on this wonderful day?” He blew her a little kiss, to which Margaret just placed a hand to her cheek and laughed softly.
Elizabeth tilted her head a bit and watched the two with interest.
“I think ice cream would be a good start.” she glanced over at Elizabeth. “My friend is from the same place as me, so she has never tried ice cream before. So, give her the flavor you think best fits her soul...”
Teddie held up his hands, framing Elizabeth’s curious face between his thumbs, before lowering himself slightly and instead framing her chest, which was far too ample and pronounced to even fit between his hands... Maybe if he backed up all the way, but still, it provided him an accurate window into her soul. “Cookies...” his eyes focused on her chest for a bit, “And cream.”
Margaret chuckled, “Excellent choice. You know my favorite.”
“Mint chocolate chip~” Teddie cooed happily, already gathering up the bowels and the scoops with a little hum, shaking his fat butt to the beat of the constantly-repeating convenience store music. He was the only one in the store who wasn’t absolutely tired of hearing it over and over again.
“You might want to step back…” Margaret smiled at her sister, tapping her on the shoulder and guiding her backwards. Slowly, Elizabeth’s enormous chest dragged its way down the clear glass counter, steadily revealing a wide array of colors. It was like revealing a whole new world to her, her eyes flitting between the open containers with barely contained excitement. She wanted to try all of them, assign a flavor to each color. But she was a patient woman, and simply stood there with her hands clasped under her chin, her lips curled into an overly-pleased smile.
Teddie went about scooping up ice-cream into their bowls, whistling to himself as he made perfect scoops and stacked them all neatly on top of each other. “Do we want any toppings, ladies?”
Margaret held up her hand and shook her head, “I think we should let the ice cream speak for itself this time.”
“It can speak ?” Elizabeth gasped. “I have never eaten sentient food before…”
Margaret chuckled, “A metaphor, dear sister.”
“Oh, yes, of course… how silly of me…” the platinum blonde attendant blushed a bit. “You must excuse me, I am rather excited…”
“Understandable…” Teddie smiled as he set a bowl on top of the counter, in front of Elizabeth, before sticking a small plastic spoon into the frozen treat on top. “I implore you to savor this bear -utiful treat, Miss Elizabeth… The last thing you want is for your first experience with ice cream to end in brain freeze!”
And with that, the curvaceous lad sauntered his way over to Margaret and set a bowl down for her as well, leaning across the counter with his butt in the air as he gently pushed the bowl across to her, an enticing look in his eyes that implied a few past encounters… Elizabeth glanced at them out of the corner of her eye and wondered what their history was, but all of those thoughts stopped the moment she lifted the spoon to her lips…
An explosion of flavors assaulted her senses. The simple cream flavor accompanied by a chocolate-y aftertaste, the ice-cream melting in her mouth and allowing her to taste stronger hints of that chocolate-y treat. It was like nothing she’s ever experienced before! She stood there in frozen awe for a few moments, before almost immediately scooping up another spoonful and sliding it past her lips in an almost sensual manner, moaning orgasmically as she got yet another taste of frozen heaven.
Meanwhile, on the sidelines, Margaret and Teddie watched Elizabeth’s first taste. Teddie just had a smug look on his face, while Margaret seemed genuinely happy to see her sister so stunned by a simple treat. “So, are you two busy…?” Teddie finally asked, dragging his finger in circles around the glass counter, “Cus you know, I’d realllllllly like to score with you again!”
Margaret giggled softly, taking a spoonful of mint chocolate-chip and enjoying its taste for a few moments, before she grabbed another spoonful and casually extended it out towards Teddie. “Mister Teddie, you would be surprised to know that my sister and I were just talking about how humans make love.”
“Well, we’re better than humans… I mean, our bodies are bear -y special… Especially Miss Elizabeth’s…” Teddie looked over to the platinum blonde currently devouring ice cream like a maniac. “Honestly, I could just get lost in those forever…”
“Well, perhaps we could arrange something…” Margaret said with a small smile, “It would certainly make for a warm welcome into the human world…”
Elizabeth stepped between the two of them, practically pushing the two apart with the sheer size of her chest. “What are you two talking about?” she asked with an innocent smile.
Margaret and Teddie, who could just barely peer over the swell of Elizabeth’s breasts, gave each other a knowing look, and at the same time, directed their attention towards Elizabeth. The innocent smile on her face strained somewhat as they stared at her. “You two look happy…” Elizabeth said with a small blush.
She had no idea.
~~
When the urges hit, there was nothing stopping them. Almost immediately they had spurred into action, gathering up some more ice cream, and heading out of Junes. Before they knew it, they had found themselves in a secluded place. A velvet, blue limo in a space outside of time, its master long-absent. It made for a wonderful private retreat…
Teddie leaned back in the chair, a golden crown sitting atop his head, the blonde boy taking a moment to adjust it before he rolled his head back with a satisfied sigh. “Ahhhh… this is great…” He reached down, grabbing hold of a spoon and taking another spoonful of cookies and cream, offering it to the woman beside him. Elizabeth sat there with an intense blush on her face, but an even more intrigued smile.
“Oooh… for me~?” Elizabeth cooed happily, leaning over and closing her lips around the spoon slowly, not even attempting to stop Teddie as he reached over and took a big, greedy handful of her ample breasts, barely putting a dent in their sheer size with his comparably tiny hands.
“Slurrp… mmmh…”
Teddie looked down with a playful smile, pulling his hand away from that unbelievably soft bosom and instead raking it through silky, blonde hair, the woman between his legs working diligently to pleasure him. “Mmmhh… you’re… as good with your lips as ever, Miss Margaret…~” Teddie huffed, watching the attendant expertly rolling her head back and forth, slurping on at least a foot of cock without even batting an eye.
Despite his feminine appearance, Teddie was no slouch in that department, being quite long and thick enough to make any woman’s knees buckle at the sight of him. In fact, even Margaret had only gotten halfway down, a distinct red ring around the deepest place she had gone, her lipstick smearing slightly every time she pulled back. “Mmmh…” Margaret looked up to Teddie, working back and forth, happily letting it slip down her throat and bulge her neck slightly. A huge amount of saliva was already caked all over it, dribbling down his shaft and only helping to lube it up further.
“I never imagined seeing my sister in such a compromising position…” Elizabeth placed a hand to her mouth, biting down on her finger, just watching Margaret work a cock like a seasoned whore. “Nor did I expect her to be so adept at this…”
“Miss Margaret’s good at everything…~” Teddie said with a dreamy sigh, closing both his eyes and letting out a strained grunt as her smooth, slender fingers began to fondle and squeeze his overstuffed balls. “Y-You would be surprised what she can do…”
Margaret started to pull back all the way, letting her plush, red lips squeeze tight around the very tip for just a moment, before she finally pulled off with a gentle pop. A trail of saliva bridged the gap between her tongue and his cock for just a moment, before she leaned in, peppering smooches along the tip and dragging her tongue along the underside in long strokes, almost like licking a lollipop. Finally, she grabbed the thick base and smiled towards her sister. “Switch with me, Elizabeth…” Margaret cooed, much to Elizabeth’s surprise.
“O-Oh, my…!” Elizabeth grinned nervously, “But I truly have no idea what I’m doing… I let my last lover do most of the work… mostly because I was feeling rather lazy…”
“Well, no more being lazy…” Margaret admonished, starting to climb to her feet, hunched over slightly so she could grab Elizabeth by the shoulders and gently guide the woman to the floor. Thankfully, she didn’t offer much resistance, letting Margaret bring her down to her knees. Finally, she reached for the straps of Elizabeth’s sundress and slipped them over her shoulders, allowing her to pull and tug the garment down, steadily freeing those immense breasts that bulged out from that loose garment. Once she had scooped those massive melons out, she held them by their sides, barely able to lift such a heavy burden on her own. “Now, sister… you should use your greatest assets here…”
Elizabeth looked down at her own chest, her lips curled into a curious smile as she rested her hands against each side, squishing them inwards for a second, and then bouncing them around in her hands. Finally, she seemed to figure out what Margaret was getting at, and started to lean in. Teddie looked down with interest, squirming in place like the excitable lad that he was. Soon, most of his legs were absolutely buried under an approaching avalanche of boob, with his poor cock caught right in-between. Before long, she smooshed them together tight, enveloping his dick fully in an inescapable vice of boob. “Ooh… so warm…” Elizabeth noted, leaning in as close as she could and letting her melons fill in every available inch of space, burying Teddie’s lower half beneath them and even spreading out onto the seat itself.
“Nnnnhhh…” Teddie shut one eye, “J-Jeez that’s even softer than Miss Margaret’s…” the blonde boy bucked his hips forward, his wide hips colliding with the underside of Elizabeth’s bosom and sending them rippling from just that small impact.
This was enough to pique Elizabeth’s interest, the platinum blonde woman tilting her head in interest before finally getting to work. She started rolling those immense melons up in her hands, stroking them up and down, massaging that thick, throbbing cock stuffed between them. Even if she couldn’t see it anymore, she could feel it throbbing in delight, the warmth spreading across her sensitive breasts and filling Elizabeth with this wonderful tingling sensation. “Ooohh… I like this… whatever this is…”
“Humans are so obsessed with large breasts, so it’s no surprise that they wish to mate with them, as well…”
“Will my breasts get pregnant from this?” Elizabeth asked, still bouncing them in her hands despite the gravity of that statement.
Margaret giggled softly and set herself down on the seat to her side, sampling some more of her favorite ice cream while she watched Elizabeth work. “No, I don’t expect they will…”
“Hmm… well, I do not see the point of this ritual, but it feels good enough that I won’t complain…~” Elizabeth just continued, carefree as ever, happily wobbling those immense melons in her hands and letting gravity do most of the work for her. Each time she let her breasts drop free they collided against Teddie’s body with a satisfyingly loud smack , that only grew more intense as Elizabeth wanted to try doing it faster, and faster, and faster… much to Teddie’s pleasure.
The bear boy couldn’t handle this much boobage… he was so overwhelmed by it all, constantly bouncing and smacking against his legs, leaving him quivering with delight underneath a constant onslaught of wobbling tits. “Hahhh…” Teddie reached out, grabbing big handfuls of each breast, squeezing and kneading along their supple skin and slowly traveling down, until he managed to find both of those thick pegs of nipples, and squeezed them both in his hands. Kneading and squeezing them like crazy, pulling and tugging on them, much to Elizabeth’s constant delight. It surprised her so much that she almost lost control of herself, shivering as Teddie continued pulling on those sensitive nubs.
“Oooh, my… I n-never knew that touching them like that could feel so exhilarating…!” Elizabeth let out a barely-contained squeal, trying not to moan loudly out of some sense of politeness. Teddie just kept going, though, enjoying hearing the giddy attendant moaning with every squeeze… Which was good, since he was feeling pretty close. Not that he expected to make Elizabeth cum like this, but he certainly wanted to give her a taste of that pleasure…
“Hahha… it’s pretty good for me, too…” Teddie’s lips pursed tight, as he tried to hold in the coming orgasm, but his balls were already feeling pretty stuffed, and Elizabeth’s tits were just too strong for him. So it wasn’t long before he was using those huge nips as handlebars, gripping them tight and pushing his hips forward, letting out a high-pitched squeal as he finally let loose between those gigantic milkers. A single, powerful spurt of cum managed to launch from within that prison of cleavage, spurting out the top and raining down all over her cleavage in heaping globs. Elizabeth watched with glee, giggling like an amused child seeing cum shooting out of her tits like a geyser. “Ooooohh…~” Teddie arched his back, every little thrust bringing with it another rope of warm cum, painting the insides of Elizabeth’s cleavage white in the process, with plenty dripping out the bottom and bubbling up from the top…
Finally, he began to slow, his hips slowly coming down until he finally slumped back into the seat with a satisfied moan. “Wow… hahhh…” he rubbed the back of his head, looking down at the mountain of boobage surrounding him, and the sheer amount of cum he managed to push out. “S-Sorry for making such a mess… I just couldn’t bear it any more…”
“Oh, you don’t have to apologize for anything…” Elizabeth giggled softly, dragging her finger along the tops of her breasts and gathering a nice, thick glob of cum so she could sample it. “The cream is a bit salty…” she smacked her lips a bit, “But I rather like the taste…”
The blonde boy smirked at her, and then looked to Margaret with an even bigger smirk. “C-Care to join us, Miss Margaret~?”
Dabbing her lips with a napkin, Margaret stood up and set the empty bowl of ice cream to her side, “When you’re ready…” she turned around, and climbed up onto the seat, bending forward with her knees resting on the cushions… All of that ass was on full display, with only a pair of tight jeans between him and heaven. Even then, the jeans accentuated her curves so well that he almost didn’t want to take them off.
Thankfully, Teddie was too horny to give up a chance to hit Margaret from behind, so he extracted his still-erect cock from between Elizabeth’s breasts, and started to stand up. Elizabeth herself was rather surprised at this, and watched as a huge amount of cum started to leak out from her cleavage and down her stomach. “Oh, my… I thought humans needed some time to rest after finishing?”
Margaret chuckled, “Mister Teddie is not a normal human…” her lips curled into a playful smile as Teddie placed either hand across her wide hips, all of that ass laid out before him like a map, and he was eager to explore every last inch of it. But first, he needed to unfurl it. He hooked his fingers into each side of the jeans and started to pull them down, every little tug giving him a few more inches, revealing more and more of those unbelievably fat cheeks, which bulged and muffin-topped from her jeans in plentiful fashion.
Finally, after much effort, he could finally unveil that treasure trove of ass hidden inside of those jeans, which did accentuate the shape but also managed to compress them somewhat, allowing Teddie to reveal the full extent of her size. He spread out his hands, positively giddy at how much there was to squeeze and spank. In fact, he already rained a few slaps down on it, watching with delight as his palm sent supple assflesh rippling with each stroke.
Elizabeth crawled up to them, sitting on her knees in front of the two and watching as Teddie explored every inch of ass he could get his hands on, the sheer breadth and size of that ass rivaling his own, and making Elizabeth’s butt look simply “cute” by comparison. She leaned up against the side of the couch, resting her head on the armrest while her immense bosom hung down, squishing against the floor with leftover cum pooling on the floor below. “Sister, is he going to mate with you?” Elizabeth asked, her eyes alight, anxious to see what was about to happen…
Teddie giggled a bit, “Nooooope… Teddie likes it up the butt…!” He wiggled his shapely rear, his cheeks clapping with every over-the-top swing of his hips. “Both ways!”
“Both ways?” Elizabeth stared at the boy, watched as he hefted himself up and rested his sizable manhood against Margaret’s backside, and then turned her attention to that shapely rear of his. It looked so much like Margaret’s, she was surprised it was attached to a male… and without thinking, she reached over, brushing her hands along the curves of his hips, running along the circumference of his fat cheeks and appreciating how soft to the touch they were. Teddie replied in kind with a small coo, before shaking his ass side to side in an enticing manner, almost as if he was begging her to continue.
So she did, crawling just a bit closer and nestling her cheek against the side, basking in the warmth of his skin and enjoying how he consumed about half of her face, and seemed eager to bury her in its squishy grasp! “Interesting…” Elizabeth cooed, fondling the boy’s plentiful thighs while she navigated herself around to the very back, taking in his entire size just as Teddie was starting to rear back and line himself up with Margaret.
“Mmmmhh… What is she doing back there…?” Margaret asked, barely able to see around Teddie’s hips and far too focused on the thick rod currently poking her backside.
Teddie kept up his playful smile, pressing his hands against either side and parting each cheek, grabbing as much as he could and only just barely revealing that tight, twitching asshole underneath. “Miss Elizabeth is just exploring a bit, heehee… She’s in bear -y good hands…” He puckered his lips a bit as he reached one hand down, gently guiding himself forward and pressing the tight right against that tight ring of flesh, eliciting a gasp from Margaret as she spread her long, and shapely legs apart for a more stable position. Teddie worked his way in, taking advantage of Margaret’s prior attention and Elizabeth’s titfuck to provide him more than enough lube to push past and enter Margaret.
“Hahhh…” Margaret bit her lip, gasping as Teddie didn’t stop at just the tip, sliding several inches forward, spreading her cheeks apart and sinking deeper into her depths. “Ahh… Eager as always, Mister Teddie…” Her plush red lips curled into a strained smile, as she gripped the back of the couch harder, leaning forward until her ample bust squished against the seat cushion below. “Come now, don’t be shy… I am not a novice…”
Teddie giggled, giving her butt a small slap and just enjoying all of the jiggling for a moment. “I know, I know… I’m just letting Miss Elizabeth get familiar before I go bear- zerk…” he snickered a bit, looking over his shoulder with a little coo as he watched Elizabeth part the seas, searching for the treasure hidden underneath. The curious attendant had her lips curled into an o, amazed at what she was feeling, what she was seeing. This was so different from her first experience…
“Hmm… is it alright if I use my mouth?” Elizabeth asked, pressing her hands against each cheek and spreading them apart just enough that she could spread that tight, puffy ring hidden beneath them, watching how it twitched and flexed in response to her attention.
“I would be insulted if you didn’t, ma’am…!” Teddie cooed, shutting one eye and turning around to pay attention to Margaret again. The moment he did that, Elizabeth shot forward like a bullet and stuffed her face between his cheeks, almost immediately assaulting his ass with a shower of kisses and licks, her lips and tongue working in tandem in a wild frenzy of movements. Not very precise but certainly enough to please Teddie. “Oooohh…~” he closed his eyes, “That’s good… oohh… Miss Elizabeth~” And like that, Elizabeth had set Teddie off, who gripped Margaret’s wide hips and dragged her into a powerful thrust, sheathing himself within her all at once. It was enough to make even the normally composed Margaret squeal in delight, going from base to tip all in one stroke.
“I’ve never s-seen your legs shiver like this, Miss Margaret!” Teddie groaned, a drop of drool hanging off the corner of his lips as he bent forward, providing Elizabeth more access to his backside while he humped Margaret, shallow thrusts where pulled back a couple inches at most, but hit deep every time, dragging out all sorts of wonderful noises from Margaret. She had a rather melodic voice once you got her moaning! Their hips slapping together created a beautiful symphony of rippling, jiggling meat slapping together, a constant plaplaplaplaplaplap always followed by a clap from Teddie’s cheeks.
He almost worried he might have been hurting Elizabeth back there, but she seemed to enjoy those cheeks clapping around her face, happily squeezing and pawing at that endless sea of boy booty while her tongue worked in long, deep strokes across his asshole, slowly but surely worming its way inside while her lips suckled, and kissed around the opening. Saliva dribbled down her chin, between slurps and coos from Elizabeth herself. The smell, the taste, the sensation, it was all so intriguing… Her mind was moving at a hundred miles a minute and there was so much she wanted to try after this… She wasn’t sure if she would have time to try them all. But either way, she wanted to savor this current experience…
“Nnnhhghhh…” Teddie gasped, leaning so far over Margaret that their heads were almost parallel, leaning so far forward that the angle of his thrusts had changed, the boy thrusting downward instead of forward, his sizable balls constantly slapping against Margaret’s thighs. Margaret herself was enjoying every second, her eyes closed, her lips hanging open and moans flying freely into the air. There was no sign of the reserved and composed Margaret in here, only a woman in desperate need of more.
“Jeez, I don’t think I’m gonna hold on for much longer like this, Miss Margaret…” Teddie huffed, gasping just as Elizabeth had redoubled her efforts, and actually managed to push her tongue inside, causing him to let out a shuddering moan. “Miss Elizabeth is too good… nnhh…”
Margaret reached a hand over, grabbing Teddie by the cheek and turning his head just enough that she could kiss him, her smooth, red lips meshing tightly with his, their tongues dancing between, lips smacking hungrily in a feverish battle for dominance. Teddie didn’t need to hear her speak to know that it was okay, she was already close…
As for Elizabeth, while she wasn’t quite close, she was rubbing herself down there… something she had never thought to do until now, but it only made the experience better. Eagerly pleasuring herself while slurping and suckling on this boy’s tight hole, working her tongue in and out of his tight insides and forcing all sorts of interesting noises out of him.
But finally, Teddie couldn’t hold it in, and thrust forward with all of his might, burying himself to the hilt inside of Margaret, their grip on each other tightening and their collective moans muffled by their kiss. A flood of white poured out between them, each spurt bringing with it a thick smattering of cum hitting the floor in thick globs, with even more filling up Margaret’s insides. Even Elizabeth got a taste, as she leaned forward and dragged her tongue underneath the boy’s balls, getting a few tastes of that wonderfully salty essence, and even a few spurts of her sisters own cum that managed to sneak in…
“Mmmmmhh…” Elizabeth pulled back, her tongue hanging out, with several trails of saliva and sweat bridging the gap between her face and Teddie’s backside.
Teddie let out a deep sigh, finally breaking free from his kiss with Margaret, the two of them collectively gasping for breath as Teddie fell limp on top of her, taking just a moment to catch his breath…
After a few seconds, with Elizabeth still fondling his butt with interest, he finally decided to stand up and stretch out a bit. “W-Wow… haven’t had a finish like that in a while. ” Teddie looked down at Margaret, who was staring to regain her balance and stand up, with plenty of cum still leaking out from between her cheeks. “Hehehe…”
Margaret smiled at Teddie and gave him a peck on the cheek, before she looked back, feeling a pair of thin arms wrap around her waist, and Teddie did as well, feeling the same. Elizabeth sat on her knees between them, arms draped around their hips and pushing them inward, squishing her smiling face between each of their plentiful backsides. “This has been an illuminating experience for me…!” Elizabeth cooed happily, “I am so very happy that you chose to share this with me, sister. I have so dearly missed the human world…”
Margaret looked down at her for a moment, before reaching a hand down and gently patting the top of her head. “I am pleased to hear that… but you make it sound as if we are done…”
Teddie chuckled, “I’ve still got a whole bear’s worth of energy left in me…!”
Elizabeth’s lips curled into a big, nervous smile. “Oooh… That is… very good to hear…~” The attendant grinned, as she fondled both of their backsides, “I intend on visiting very often…”
Teddie nodded happily, “Just drop on by Junes and we’ll have fun anytime you want. Except during sale days, Yosuke says I can’t take the shift off on those days…”
Elizabeth barely understood what he was saying, and simply nodded her head slowly, wiggling her head between those two wonderful butts and just basking in them, excited beyond belief to continue ”exploring” this aspect of human culture…