#sweetside

The sound of stretching latex, bursting circuitry, and sloshing gradually increasing in volume does very well to muffle the sounds of mooing moaning and cursing coming from the east wing as Samus discovers, once a-fucking-gain, that a normal Halloween is never going to be in the books for her.

Nor is keeping a top intact for longer than a week after she buys/makes it.

What is your opinion on Milk.

"Well, milk goes well with cereal... I think..."

Chiho looked around in utter bewilderment. From where had you been speaking? Were you on the other side of her boob wall? Were you behind her? She could only turn her neck so far given that her massive breasts kept her anchored to the otherwise-empty pasture. On a typical day, all she saw was a long line of cleavage separating two towering tits that stretched toward a distant sky.

The story of her overdevelopment throughout university was enshrined in her messy bedroom. Most of the garments on the floor sported mortal wounds: popped straps, ripped seams, and grievous milk stains that resembled blurry world maps. Each fallen bra had announced its departure with a loud BANG as they broke over a blimping figure that would have been most at home on an artist's after-dark illustrations. The latest victim was shoved into her wardrobe: a bra so utterly gigantic that each cup alone was big enough to fit around a garage door.

"S-sorry, I just... can't seem to think straight..." Chiho dug her fingers into the backs of her boobs, leaning against the towering mass they formed before her. Her skin welcomed her with a softness that indented around her entire body. "I'm just... really, really big..."

A flock of crows cawed their incessant calls as they scattered toward the gathering clouds.

"...and... and it feels really good..."

Reality retreated further from Chiho's senses. The crow's voices were muffled, submerged into a dreamlike sea. The rest of the world soon followed.

Chiho pressed her hips deeper into her cleavage. It answered by wrapping around her kneecaps with its unmistakable malleability. She gasped wantingly. This was a burning fire that must be put out.

"Mmmmngh..."

Chiho's arms stretched themselves outward like she intended to perform a snow angel upon her own looming backboob. An impossible task, of course -- but thoughtfulness and self-control burrowed into hiding in her brain whilst the beast of hedonism roamed her neurons. Fingers, twitchy; knees, shaky; pupils, dilated. Her desperate arousal coiled around thighs thick enough to buck trees.

They took far more interest in bucking something else. Her boobs quaked and jiggled with each rhythmic impact. Electricity replaced the blood in her veins. Nipples long enough to serve as flagpoles released torrents of milk that saturated the grasslands with moisture.

Chiho's breathing accelerated into short, halting gasps.

Fingers dangled themselves to finish what her hips had begun.

"This is... decent... I suppose." The blonde woman cross-legged sitting the terrace of a cafe remarked. Despite her words, there was already a stack of 4 plates filled with similar crumbs to the one she had just finished.

She wasn't speaking to anyone in particular though since she was alone at her table. With a sausage sized bulge of chubby belly and love handles poking up above her skirt line. It was no mystery where those other plates had come from.

(Hmhmhmm.... Alright, I picked up everyone's favorite treats~! I can't wait to see the joy on my darlings' faces when I come home with alllll these sweets!) It was early in the morning, and Creek was completing her usual weekend snack run, picking up a healthy selection of pastries and confectionaries from a nearby cafe.

Ordinarily she'd hurry on back to the dorms at this point, enthusiastic to feed all the hungry mouths waiting for her. But it seemed today had different plans in store– as right out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed the beautiful blonde woman munching away on sweets. She almost looked like she was trying to hide the fact that she was so clearly enjoying them, which only served to draw Creek in further. 

(My, I don’t recall ever seeing her around here before…. There’s no way I would overlook someone so cute~ Especially a cutie with a healthy appetite like hers…. Hm. Maybe my darlings back home can wait juuuuust this once for me to come back a little later~)

“Why hello there, young lady~! You look absolutely adorable in that outfit, did you buy those clothes somewhere in this mall? Oh, and my name is Super Creek by the way~” Striking up a conversation to give herself an in, Super Creek would set her box of pastries down between them as she took the seat in front of Mythra. She was no stranger to playing the long game, as it were. As determined as she was to spoil this cute glutton with sweets, she knew it was important to build at least a bit of a rapport first. 

But now she waited for her next master to open the door. Her hands laid on top of each other as she loomed over the doorway.

This new assignment of the Ultimate Maid would no doubt be her most… fascinating assignment yet. Her new master preemptively arranged a personal transport to an unmarked island within the northern Pacific Ocean.

It was a sizable landmass, comfortable enough to accommodate a three story home, runway, a small beach, and a mysteriously foreign tree… that was alien in appearance looming in the Island’s center, its roots and vines extending uniformly and neatly! The architecture was Japanese in origin, but had clear influence from American homes too. A cultural hodgepodge of there ever was one.

Upon Kirumi’s knuckles brushing against the door, quiet footsteps approached and began to pull on the silvery handle. Slowly pulling it open to reveal themselves!

“…Good morning. Are you the maid we requested? My name is Ail. A pleasure, Miss.”

…The man who introduced himself was no human. His skin was green, his hair long and blue with pinkish highlights. Pointed ears, wiggled in response to the new presence. Whether it be joy, intrigue, or another distinct emotion not stated. He wore a skintight suit and a short, root-patterned vest without sleeves. A golden root wrapped around his stomach and right leg, a decoration of arts. Stationed around his neck was a diamond shaped necklace that glowed a faint, dark blue.

"Jeez... Next to Ann and Haru, I'm... I'm just so small. I know it's silly to think about, but I can get jealous too about their curves. Maybe if I add more squats and sweets to my routine...?"

We are getting to experience the Naoto discourse... only this time twitter exists.