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“I’m just not sure what would really surprise Ayame. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.” Yori sounded concerned, despite the fact that this wasn’t that big of a deal. It showed just how much she cared about making her friend’s birthday special. “We did that big party at Kura Sushi last year, and she loved that! But, at the same time, maybe it was too social? Maybe it had too many people attending?” She rolled her shoulders. “The after party is what she always talks about the most…”
“Oh, so you were thinking something more personal?” Lariat asked. The duo were sitting at a table outside of their large estate. They and all their friends lived here, and the place was so big that they had whole sections of the place all to themselves. Still, only these two were present at the moment, as all the other girls were out shopping or tending to errands.
“I just can’t help but think that’d be the best. You know her as well as I do, though. Do you have any ideas?” Yori scooted her large behind back in her seat and pushed her breasts forward onto the glass table. Each woman had a glass of lemon infused tea with a cut of citrus stuck on the edge of their glasses. It was a warm spring day and the breeze outside in their garden space was getting stronger.
“I know that Ayame likes things intimate. Personal, but also unexpected.” Lariat mimicked Yori’s pose while she continued. “Thing is, I’m not exactly surprising when I’m alone. She knows that I like to be mischievous and lewd. When I bring it up or act seductive, she knows where I’m going right away.” Yori furrowed her brow at Lariat’s words, but didn’t interrupt. “I think if you were the one to broach the subject… Or to stimulate Ayame, work her up… It might really surprise her.”
Yori sat back, then put her arms behind her head so she could begin moving her huge, teal locks around. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and her long sleeves fell down her arms as she held them up like that, exposing her pale skin. While not prudish, she was dressed up in such a way that suggested as much. Her looks were overwhelmingly academic, and she would have fit right in teaching a kendo class with her tightly tied belt and pleated schoolgirl skirt. Much like her hair, her clothes were all different shades of green.
“I suppose I could figure something out…” Yori’s tone lacked confidence, which Lariat fully anticipated.
“I’m more than willing to help. I know how she can be when this stuff comes up.” Lariat remained calm and quite playful. Her black locks caught the sunlight shining down on the duo very well, making them shimmer. She was dressed in her casual wear, since nothing special had been planned today. However, as she leaned over the table and planted her elbows on it, then caught her chin in her hands so she could reach her fingers up it, she wished she’d come here wearing something lewd. “I’ve got plenty of… implements to use on her birthday. Of course, getting there is where all the fun is. And it’s the trickiest part, but you do have everything you need to make it happen as you are.” Her eyes ran up and down Yori’s body, looking at the elegant woman’s long locks, then at her larger than average breasts.
“Even when you’re wearing clothes like that, it’s impossible to hide your curves. If you were wearing something a tad more devious, Ayame wouldn’t have any choice but to give in to her desires. You could steal away any one of us at the drop of a hat if you so desired it.” Lariat wasn’t exactly hiding her interest in being the victim of such antics. She pushed out her chest as well, showing off her breasts beneath the black tie that ran down her outfit, hidden beneath a vest around her belly.
“I do have special outfits, you know.” Yori remarked, raising an eyebrow, then straightening out her back. She sipped some of her acidic, yet sweet beverage then wiped her lower lip clean. “I’m just known for wearing ordinary clothing. You only recently started to dress like a normal person on the regular.”
“I suppose that’s true.” Lariat smiled at Yori, then stood up. She began pulling off pieces of her outfit, starting with her long gloves, then her vest and tie. “I do have an idea though. And it doesn’t require either of us to be wearing anything at all. It’s actually going to be a lot easier to wrap our present for Ayame if you’re naked, so I suggest stripping down too.”
“Oh?” Yori anxiously took another sip of her drink. She suspected that Lariat might move things in this direction when she agreed to meet her here. Thankfully, their backyard was completely surrounded by massive, nearly twenty foot tall hedges, so she felt comfortable doing anything and everything back here. Since she’d been friends with Lariat for so long as well, she was at ease around her, too. “So you’ve decided for the both of us what will be going on?”
“Not entirely.” Lariat admitted. “I don’t know if you’ve got it in you to surprise Ayame like I’m envisioning… But if you want to really wow her and get her going, we could show up together as a single person-” Lariat’s words were cut off immediately by Yori.
“Absolutely not!” Yori stated calmly, but louder than Lariat expected. Lariat stopped taking her clothes off, and very slowly, as well as cautiously, placed what she had removed onto the table. Both of her eyes went wide and she glanced at Yori playfully, impressed by the woman’s response. “I don’t think she’d prefer a lewd party over an ordinary one. Y-you know, with music and treats, cake!”
“Oh, I was planning on bringing more cake than Ayame could possibly handle.” Lariat’s playfulness continued to shine down onto Yori, making the ponytail sporting vixen blush. Despite how much she wanted to brainstorm the makings of an ordinary party with Lariat, she couldn’t deny that her friend’s charisma was making her ease up quite a lot. Still, she was reluctant to indulge in something more lewd.
“You know what I meant.” Yori stood up as well at last, seeking equal footing with Lariat. “I was thinking a carrot cake would be appropriate, if you wanted to help me sort that out. She’d know for certain that it was from you in that case.”
“I could turn your cake into a carrot cake. Even without merging with you.” Lariat said. She also walked around the metal, circular table and draped her arms around Yori’s shoulders, forcing the girl into a tight hug. “You’ve seen my collection of toys, right? You know what I’m talking about?” Yori blushed a deeper red and refused to answer, so Lariat kept going. “Maybe we should stuff a huge, carrot shaped plug into that ass of yours and wrap it up in one of your special outfits for Ayame to unwrap. Then she could eat until she’s full. Or, perhaps we should stuff a plug into each of your holes? Carrots and beads? Maybe something else?”
“You’re out of control today!” Yori declared, exasperated, but not genuinely bothered. She also leaned into Lariat’s embrace, hugging the woman close. Lariat gave her a kiss on the cheek, then stepped back and took a deep breath.
“Relax. I’d never make you do anything you didn’t want to do. But, you did say that you wanted to surprise Ayame. She’s going to be expecting a regular party, I think, if she’s expecting anything at all.” Lariat’s words rang true. She had a good point, and she was only going to make her case stronger as she continued. “Besides. If she doesn’t like something seductive…” She leaned in close to Yori again and nipped at the woman’s right ear. “We can always abandon ship and move things along to something more your speed. But if she is surprised by our antics and does really enjoy it… Then you’ll have succeeded in your mission to surprise her, genuinely. Plus, it isn’t like she gets to see that side of you very often.”
“Hrm…” Yori grumbled. She brought her arms up under her breasts and held them there, squeezing herself. Her body language declared that she was unsure of things, but she knew that Lariat had a good point. “I suppose I shouldn’t let my own sensibilities restrict what’s possible for Ayame on her birthday. I know she’d never hate it, so there really isn’t any harm in trying something…”
“That’s right!” Lariat knew she was making progress, and continued to push Yori in the sexual direction she was very fond of taking this surprise. “It’s also worth mentioning, that if I’m with you, I can help smooth things out if there are any hiccups. Which brings me to my next point…” She stepped around Yori in a single, large motion, then brought her hands down to her friend’s skirt and sunk her fingers through the cloth, directly into Yori’s fat cheeks. She squeezed them several times, then began kneading them around, adoring what she felt. “The cake I mentioned…”
“So…” Yori huffed hard. She was still blushing, but she was starting to accept this sort of a lewd surprise more and more. “You want to focus on my butt. Is that what Ayame likes most of all?” When she finished asking that question, she spun around and faced Lariat, then pressed her breasts right into Lariat’s face while wrapping the black haired woman up with her arms. She squeezed Lariat’s face between her flowery scented, plush tits very firmly, showing that she could act in charge as well if she had to. “What if she’d prefer these? Or perhaps my legs, or back? I know that everyone has their preferences… The last thing I want is for you to be selfish about Ayame’s present, and pick what you like the most about me.”
“Oh!” Lariat went wide-eyed and attempted to take a step back, but she was still held firmly by Yori, who didn’t release her grip at all. “Aha, I’d never focus on my own interests on Ayame’s birthday, of course.” She admitted, and quite sincerely. Her honestly caused Yori to relent, and Lariat sprang backwards, then stood up tall and brushed herself off. “I was only thinking about your most curvy, delicious asset in general. If I am being honest, Ayame would be happy to unwrap any part of you…”
“Alright.” Yori said suddenly. “You’ve made some good points. I don’t see any reason not to try something like this out.” She shook herself all over, then spun around and planted her palms on the table, making the glasses filled with citrus water jiggle and click, but neither fell over. “How do you think we should go about this, then?”
“Well, that’s the question…” Lariat was pleased that she’d made so much headway on making Ayame’s birthday present a lewd one, instead of an ordinary affair. “I think we should maximize your booty’s potential, and I’m the perfect partner to do that.” When she finished speaking, she slapped Yori’s right ass cheek firmly, sending it wobbling. Since Yori was wearing her skirt, the ripples made the entire article of clothing bounce and ripple around like a green jellyfish would in a current.
“You brought this up!” Yori exclaimed. “I’d expect you to have a plan, or a better suggestion than what we’ve talked about.”
“I do have one. I just can’t show you what I have in mind while you’re wearing all those clothes.” Lariat smirked and threw her hands into the air. “I was getting undressed when you made me stop. You should undress too, so that we can figure this out.” Her tone suggested that she really didn’t know how things would go, but Lariat did. She had a very specific plan in mind, and was counting down the seconds until she could see Yori’s elegant, round, jiggling donk in all its naked glory so she could get to work.
“Fine, fine.” Yori whispered. While remaining popped forward, she started pulling at her belt, which came off pretty easily after she unwrapped it from around her waist. She set it on the table, then began pulling her shirt over her head. While she was doing that, Lariat proceeded to remove all the exterior pieces of her clothing, but carelessly tossed them onto the ground wherever she pleased. Lariat also continued to lick her lips in eager anticipation of her friend’s inevitable unveiling.
Clad in nothing but her black, latex body suit after all of her vestments were removed, Lariat put her hands on her hips and kept her distance from Yori, so the ninja could peel down her skirt and panties. All of this happened quickly, and without too much seductiveness - as Yori was saving all of that for Ayame. Still, she couldn’t make herself unattractive even if she wanted to, and as her dangerously appealing ass cheeks popped up out of her skirt, Lariat had to try quite hard to restrain herself.
“Help me take my boots off?” Yori asked. She raised her right leg into the air while her skirt fell down mostly around her left. Lariat stepped forward and grabbed her friend’s boot, gave it a tug, then tossed it onto the cobblestone beneath them. The next boot followed, and then Yori’s skirt, leaving her completely naked.
“Aren’t you going to…” Yori started asking Lariat about the woman’s body suit, but as she began talking, Lariat sighed, then allowed her black, latex outfit to sink beneath her skin. The whole absorption was seamless and quick. “Ah, right. I suppose that is easier.”
“It’s just more mass for your ass in the end. I don’t think I’ll be needing it while I’m inside of you, padding you out, but you never know.” Lariat continued. “If Ayame wants me outside of you, and we happen to be in public, having my suit inside of me will prove quite useful.”
“That’s assuming I let her know about you.” Yori remarked, teasing Lariat. Her words proved quite powerful, too, as Lariat furrowed her brow and sighed contentedly at the comment. She also approached Yori, then settled her dainty digits atop her friend’s flanks, sinking them into that smooth, pliable skin. She pushed her palms down too, then began playfully massaging Yori’s ass as her crotch moved right up against the woman’s behind. Spooning her, Lariat wiggled her own hips, but didn’t let any steamy arousal leak from her womanhood to make things more complicated. She wanted to feel good, sure, but she’d save all of the intense stuff for Ayame’s little surprise, just like Yori.
“Oh!” Lariat shook her head for a second as she remembered something quite important. “Ayame is stopping by tonight, actually…”
“Is that so?” Yori asked, quite unbothered by the information. “If that really is the case, then I suppose we could have our fun with her tonight. Then tomorrow we could do something more ordinary…” She smiled. “Or not.”
As Yori finished speaking, she surged backwards, pushing her ass out. Despite her initial apprehensiveness, she was starting to enjoy this a bit, but that was because she hadn’t experienced Lariat’s density flowing into her just yet. She was also getting a tad caught up in the moment, and allowing her own arousal to get the better of her. However, as Lariat felt that push against her hips and spun around so that the duo were pushed together ass to ass, Yori’s expression became somewhat more concerned.
“You are positive that Ayame will like this, right…?” Yori asked again, exposing her doubtfulness. She also stopped thrusting into Lariat, which caused Lariat to push her ample ass backwards into Yori’s quite aggressively.
“Positive.” Lariat replied confidently, then straightened her legs out completely. She sank a bit closer towards the ground as she absorbed the shoes she had on her feet, then forced her wobbling butt behind her, squishing it flat against Yori’s. “Perhaps you’ll absorb some of my confidence as well?”
“Hmph…” Yori huffed, then braced herself in response. She opted to entertain Lariat as much as she could while her black haired friend made the merge happen. Her timidity wasn’t going to be an issue either, as she wanted to be as responsible as Lariat for making her friend’s occasion special.
As the two women started to compress their behinds together, they also started to push back against one another, causing their assets to roll and coast over themselves over and over again. Lariat definitely had the smaller ass, but it wasn’t smaller by much. Regardless, because her cheeks were tinier, she was competing with much more effort to squish and roll around against Yori’s. Because it was rather temperate out, it took the two girls some time before they began to sweat, but when that time came, the sweat started to help them glide over each other until finally, Lariat started to allow her mass to slough and mesh into Yori’s ass cheeks ever so slightly.
“There we go… I should definitely make you work for it…” Lariat remarked as she felt her pale cheeks starting to erode as their mass was added to Yori’s, making the space between them look like pale, unworked clay on a pot spinner. This initial, gelatinous look started to soften further though, as both women’s assets rolled and rebounded over and over, causing every atom of Lariat’s ass to be taken into Yori’s, shrinking her comparatively, while gradually expanding Yori’s diameter ever so slightly. The process was slow, but undeniable.
“I would do whatever it takes to make Ayame happy, of course. Spending some quality time with you before she shows up isn’t a problem…” Yori immediately felt bad about how she worded that, and cleared things up. “Not that it’s ever been a problem hanging out with you, Lariat.”
Lariat’s eyes lit up gleefully. She knew that Yori was still overthinking things, and also knew that there was little she could do to help the woman stop doing that. Still, she was going to try her best. “You’ve got to relax a bit. If you stay this tense, Ayame might think that something bad is going on. We don’t want that, do we?” Lariat sighed deeply as she pushed backwards harder into Yori’s behind. The compression between the two ladies was starting to fuse their sense of touch where they were connected, and each woman could feel their cheeks jiggling and tensing up as they surged back and forth.
“You’re right… I should try and take it easy. Perhaps I should have had something stronger than lemon water…” Yori admitted, hinting at having a drink. Lariat didn’t have a problem with this, but she was quick to point out that it’d have to wait.
“A drink sounds nice. But, we’d best finish this first… Allow me.” As Lariat spoke, she curled her but upwards, causing her back to arch quite dramatically. Adjusting her posture like so made her breasts surge forward too, and she was quick to lower her shoulders while doing all of this, so her breasts bounced downwards while her ass continued to pulse into Yori. Pleasure started to reverberate between the two women, which actually went a long way towards chilling Yori out. Still, she was apprehensive, but did her best not to let it hamper her friend’s efforts.
“It’s going to be a little bit harder for me to orchestrate things once I’m inside of you, Yori.” Lariat admitted. “Although, I won’t be going anywhere for long. I doubt you’ve got it in you to suppress me or keep me sealed up in silence for more than a few days tops.”
“I’d never…!” Yori said. The thought of being so rough and restrictive with someone she cared for actually bothered her.
“I know. I’m only joking around…” Lariat was starting to doubt Yori’s ability to enjoy herself at all going forward, but as she stood closer to her green haired friend, she pressed the backs of their legs together. Warmth spread through both of them from these connections, then Lariat rolled her head from side to side and began to moan quietly. It was then that her legs began melding into Yori’s, causing them to look like genuinely disturbing trunks of flesh for a mere moment, before all of their skin turned the same shade of pale white, then merged into Yori’s limbs from the tips of her toes to the bottom of her ass. She looked like a human with two torsos, but that wouldn’t last forever either.
“There we go…” Lariat muttered, feeling her legs merging with Yori’s. She could still fight with Yori for control over them if she chose to, but she didn’t want to stress her friend out and allowed Yori to have complete control over that portion of their body. Since Lariat was still very much herself and had yet to even merge her wobbling ass cheeks fully with Yori’s, she groped herself without issue, then proceeded to wiggle her hips some more, causing her torso to slink downwards a few centimeters into Yori’s hips.
“I already feel…” Yori wasn’t sure what to say.
“Lewder?” Lariat was quick to fill in the blanks for her. “Excited? Horny…?”
“Hmph…” Yori shook her head. After she did, Lariat grabbed it from her position behind Yori. She carefully undid her friend’s ponytail, allowing the woman’s hair to cascade down her back. “Why’d you do that?” She asked.
“I like your hair down.” Lariat replied. “Since I’m going to be inside of you, we should present you in a way we both like for Ayame… Oof!” As she finished speaking, she lurched downward heavily because of Yori’s efforts. It seemed that Yori was starting to feel much more comfortable, and as she once again swallowed Lariat down into her hips, the mass being added together between them finally started to become very noticeable.
As Lariat had been maintaining her shape, aside from her fully absorbed legs, Yori hadn’t grown too much. Now Yori was assimilating Lariat rapidly, and she was repositioning the smaller woman. Lariat’s ass squelched downwards into Yori’s hips completely, leaving Lariat to stick out of her friend’s backside as though she’d actually fallen into it. Lariat placed her palms on Yori’s hips, and the moment they each clapped down against them, those huge cheeks ballooned out dramatically, pushing Lariat’s hands upwards while also engulfing them with their newfound mass.
“It seems my job here is mostly finished…” Lariat panted. Being absorbed always felt amazing, and she really enjoyed her loss of agency and mobility. That said, she still had her arms, and positioned her upper body by turning it around and facing Yori. She kissed her friend on the back, then felt all the air rushing out of her lungs as the last of her hips shuddered downwards and merged fully with Yori’s. Yori remained hunched over the table she’d been using as a support this entire time, and that made Lariat look as though she was the one in control of their merged body, although because of the direction she was facing, it looked like her crotch was Yori’s ass cheeks, and her feet were spun around backwards. Interestingly for both women, their pussies were merged into one, with a pink bead placed at their side of their shared slit, ensuring that they both felt the same exact level of pleasure.
“Phew…” Lariat wiped her brow and started pressing her hands down into her and Yori’s shared booty. She tried to spin around so that she might meld into Yori’s back, but as she failed to do that, she realized Yori was picking up the slack, and continued to suck her downwards. “It’s a lot easier to do now that I’m half absorbed, no?” She asked her friend.
“It’s easier now. More importantly…” Yori continued. “I don’t want Ayame showing up with this fusion half baked. The last thing I want her to do is think that we were forgetting about her or leaving her out. So…” After voicing her concern, she finally stood upright fully off of the table. Since she angled her hips down, Lariat sank deeper, and lost the appearance of being in charge that she held while her upper body was standing taller than Yori’s. Now that she was quite clearly the secondary body involved in this merging, Lariat looked and felt much smaller as her rubbery flesh continued to wax and wane into Yori’s ever growing backside.
“I’m sure she’d believe you if you told her this was all part of a surprise-” As Lariat spoke, she sank very rapidly. So much of her hips were absorbed in a single, vacuuming motion from Yori that their rubbery, elastic, sweaty skin made a styrofoam creaking sound, then jiggled, causing a series of fleshy claps to fill the area. Lariat actually placed her hands more firmly amidst Yori’s growing donk, but as her palms pressed down into the bones beneath Yori’s flesh, she felt her digits, then wrists being pulled into her friend’s behind, signaling that her time outside of Yori was coming to an end.
“We won’t have to worry about it.~” Yori remarked. “I’m getting a handle on this. I think I’ll be good to go for Ayame… Maybe even without her…”
At first, Lariat wasn’t sure what Yori meant, but as she sank down into her friend’s assets all the way down to her tits, she understood. Yori’s pussy fully formed into a singular slit, and although Lariat couldn’t feel her own folds any longer, she could feel Yori’s. Yori was becoming extremely aroused, and even reached down between her legs to fiddle with her womanhood while she continued to pull Lariat into her.
FWOOOOOOOOOP!!!! A huge surge yanked Lariat deeper into Yori.
BWOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!! Another resonated from the patio they were at as Lariat’s breasts slapped down into Yori’s behind. She looked quite a lot like a hamster that was overstuffed with food pellets being pulled backwards into one of its plastic tunnels, and as Yori continued to squelch Lariat in deeper and deeper, Lariat’s breasts poked out from her friend’s ass further and further until nothing was sticking out of Yori’s behind but Lariat’s head, pretty black hair, breasts, and shoulders.
“Huff, huff. You really went for it at the end, huh?” Lariat quipped. Once she finished asking her question, Yori sucked her in even deeper in response. Lariat’s breasts, shoulders and everything but her pretty little face were sucked down into Yori’s ass. Peeking out from between those two succulent mounds of flesh and looking every bit like a buttplug herself, Lariat could do little more than moan passionately as warmth and pleasure overtook her. Then, just as she was about to help her friend finish things up, she felt a sense of pride as she noticed Yori doing everything on her own, right up until the end.
“Mmmnh…” Lariat moaned as her head was gradually pulled backwards and meshed directly into Yori’s tight, wrinkling backdoor. The eaves of Yori’s anus merged with Lariat’s ears and the sides of her head, then caused her face to become laminated in flesh as it shifted entirely from being something she could call her own, to becoming nothing but a piece of Yori. Lariat stopped talking, and was reduced to a moaning mess as her face gradually sank further and further from the sun's rays, until finally, she was barely visible as little more than a sliver between Yori’s heaving, nearly tripled in size ass cheeks.
“Mmph…! Mmph…!” Lariat tried to be smart and speak up, but couldn’t bring herself to do that quite yet. Instead, she felt her lips moving and still had access to her tongue and throat. She felt a heavy shift in her body weight - Yori’s body weight, then realized her host was standing upright while she was forced to look down towards the ground - her eyes hidden, but her perspective and spatial awareness still very much in check.
“There…” Yori whispered, feeling deeply aroused. She ran her hands through her unbound locks, fingering them and making sure they were all straightened out after Lariat untied them so that she still looked great. She also began feeling herself up, acknowledging how much larger her curves had become. Far from looking oversized or fat, Yori simply looked… improved, in a way. She completely borrowed Lariat’s assets, causing her cup size to become larger and her ass to become so much fatter and bouncier, without any loss of firmness at all. As she ran her fingers over her booty, she could feel Lariat stirring from within it, so she leaned forward once more, then grasped each of her cheeks and parted them, giving them a very generous spread, as well as Lariat a breath of fresh air.
“Puah…” Lariat sighed as her lips pushed out from between Yori’s voluptuous, heaving cheeks. Her tongue also fell out from between them ever so slightly, hanging down towards the ground as she panted, breathing in nothing but Yori’s womanly scent, sweat and perfume, all of which tinged the fresh air she had access to. Being tucked into her friend so deeply did come with plenty of caveats, and one of those was the inability to inhale a single gulp of air that wasn’t touched with Yori’s delicious, sweet scent. “Seems like you got us what we wanted…”
“This was your idea!” Yori stated, not liking the disdain she perceived from Lariat’s meager utterance.
“Aha. It’s good. I feel good. Don’t you feel good?" Lariat asked. By speaking, she was stimulating Yori’s pucker, causing the woman to feel an unfamiliar, but quite pleasant buzzing between her ass cheeks. Instead of saying anything to Lariat, she let her heaving mounds of pale flesh go, and they clapped together hard, sealing Lariat between them. Yori sighed, then peeled them apart once more so she could continue to hear her friend’s concerns, plans or pleasured cries - whichever came first.
“Guhu, ufwah…!” Lariat moaned hotly as she struggled to maintain her self control. She wanted to succumb to the pleasure of being so wholly converted into ass padding, but had to keep Ayame in mind. This wasn’t about her, and she was well aware of that despite her interests. “This is good… You’re doing well Yori. Especially for someone who isn’t usually into these sorts of things…” She was careful to heap some praise on Yori as well, since it was vital that the ninja’s demeanor remained strong.
“I suppose I am, aren’t I?” Yori replied, surprising Lariat. Lariat could tell that her friend was really feeling it now, and hoped to maintain that sort of attitude between the two of them as things progressed. “Is there anything I… Actually…” As Yori trailed off, leaving Lariat confused, she stood upright then started to jump up and down lightly in place. These movements tucked Lariat back between her cheeks fully, and forced the absorbed lass to feel the weight of her new form shifting and clapping up and down over and over again. It was hypnotic in a way, and as Lariat rebounded up and down at an increasingly fast rate, she couldn’t help but let her tongue remain pushed out past her oversized lips.
“If I can make you feel good like this…” Yori whispered. “Then I can definitely make Ayame feel good with your help.” She stopped bouncing up and down, then began swinging her hips from side to side. The showing was seductive, but it wasn’t for anyone’s eyes, as there was nobody around to enjoy the sight of Yori’s hips swinging. The only person here besides herself that could enjoy the perverse show was Lariat, and she was forced to feel it, instead of observe it.
“That’s it Yori. If you treat me like this too much though…” Lariat’s thoughts were easily heard by Yori, who didn’t reply to Lariat. “I might have to do something similar to you later… But for now, focus on Ayame!” Lariat’s request made Yori slow her roll quite a bit. As she slowed her movements, she kept her mind clear so she could hear Lariat’s next request. “We ought to see what you have to wear. I mentioned a special outfit… Would it be alright if I took a peek at some of the clothes you’ve got?”
“Oh, of course… Although, it would have been easier before you were inside of me…” Yori acknowledged. She was also losing some of her erotic bluster now that she was thinking about Ayame again. Fortunately for her, she’d have both Ayame and Lariat’s help this evening, so her prudish nature wouldn’t be much of an issue.
“It doesn’t matter. I can still pop out of you if I want to… Or if you want me to. It’s not like I’m plugged up in here yet.” Lariat reminded her friend, then began to wiggle and move to prove her point.
“O-oh??” Yori, who was quite inexperienced with all of this, felt her backside rippling and wobbling on its own. She turned her head around and looked down at her naked ass, only to see it moving like a freshly broken pond surface. The feeling was pleasant, but not overly arousing. That said, the more assertive, knocking feelings that Lariat imparted unto her were very exciting.
“G-goodness…!?” Yori whimpered as she saw Lariat’s face, hands and even feet pushing out of her ass, as though the absorbed woman was encased in a layer of fleshy latex. Yori half expected to hear plasticy, rubbery, squeaking sounds as she observed Lariat’s visage erupting up out of her right ass cheek, only for it to rebound back inside of her. The sensation was very unique, and actually made Yori feel powerful and in charge. In response to this, she flexed her ass cheeks and squelched Lariat back into her, layering the woman under several coats of rubbery, tight flesh that she couldn’t wrest herself out of… Until Yori relaxed once again.
“Hmmm. Let’s head inside. I think I’ll test this out a little more while we pick out my clothes for the evening.” Yori started to walk inside, leaving her and Lariat’s drinks and clothes outdoors. “Or shall I say, our clothes, for the evening?”
“MMmmph….” Lariat moaned from within Yori’s depths. She was restricted, and unable to press outwards meaningfully as her captor tread up stairs, shaking Lariat’s entire being with every step. Headed for her bedroom, Yori looked forward to getting everything ready for Ayame tonight, and by the looks of things, she still had several hours to figure out what she’d wear, how she’d wear it, and how she’d force Lariat to appear while wrapped in it. Yet, having said all of that… She was still plagued by sparks of anxiety and doubt about being in charge like this. Prepared to press on for Ayame’s sake, she hoped that everything would turn out well. Fortunately for her, Lariat was keenly aware of all these feelings, and more than prepared to sacrifice her own dignity to make her two friends feel amazing.