#elma18

“Well, this was bound to happen, I guess.” Kobayashi said dryly, sipping from her cup of coffee as she watched her blocked doorway. Elma had somehow managed to get her phat ass stuck in it as she left the appartment.

Well, not somehow. Kobayashi had seen this whole thing unfold.

Somehow, dragon biology was bullshit, and all the sweets and junk food Elma devoured on the regular ended up going to her ass. And she devoured a lot. To the point that her ass was visibly growing by the day.

And eventually, well…

Elma blushed as she struggled, her hands carefully pressed against the doorframe pinning her in place. “I- I’m so sorry, Miss Kobayashi! I’ll get out of this in a moment!” 

“Just don’t damage my doorway.” Kobayashi said, taking a seat to watch the show.

Because, whether she wanted to or not, Elma was putting on a show. Her struggles sent her fat cheeks jiggling this way and that as she forcefully and carefully tried to free herself, the ripples from each movement clearly visible on her naked ass.

Because of course, her robe no longer covered it.

Kobayashi took another sip of coffee as Elma struggled, groaning and whining as her cheeks rippled, each wave of fat flesh meeting one another in the middle and letting out soft, almost inaudible claps. Almost.

Eventually, Kobayashi’s patience was rewarded.

“K-Kobayashi, could- could you help me, please?” Elma finally said, sagging in place, and Kobayashi hummed.

A chance to put her own hands on that ass? “Sure.” She agreed easily, doing her best to hide her eagerness, though once her fingers sank into Elma’s sea of flesh, well there would be no hiding how little Kobayashi’s groping fingers actually helped the dragon.

And sure, this might mean Kobayashi missed work that day-