Stitch crouched in her position on the warehouse ceiling. Below/above her, she could see the forms of gang members, milling about anxiously. Her ears and nose were good, and she could smell the drugs - cocaine, and a lot of it.
She wasn't here for the gang members, though. The police were forming a cordon around the area, ready to snap the cage shut and catch all these guys. She was here for the necromancer who was supposed to be the buyer, and he hadn't come yet. She absently sniffed at the air again. Still only the living and the drugs - none of the distinctive scents of the preserved dead, which meant the guy wasn't here yet.
She let her thoughts wander, just breathing through her nose.
Roger. "If I could, I'd rather fuck around forever than commit."
God. That was the kind of thing that made most girls realize they should give up on the guy, and the stupid thing is that not only did it not do that for her, it actually got her hot. She had such trash taste in men, right? All prostitutes and sluts. What fucked up thing in her childhood did that? There were plenty enough that one of them had to explain it. Did growing up a slave make her disdain traditional lifestyles? Her 'owners' had lived an entirely seemly and appropriate lifestyle, other than the slavery - no cheating or anything. When she'd run away, it had been street people who'd showed her actual care and respect.
Fuck. Yeah, that was it, wasn't it? She liked sex workers because they were some of the first people in her life to show her kindness.
Agh. Roger was exactly that type. He'd put her up at his place when she'd first shown up in this world, and offered her below-market rates at the apartment building he'd bought, and he cared enough about her to tell her his real feelings rather than string her along.
Unfortunately, for all his attempted kindness, the hook was thoroughly stuck already, and she wasn't going to move on.
He'd reacted poorly to the boob job idea... did he actually like them smaller? Guys tended to say they didn't care how big a girl's tits were, but that couldn't be true, right? Maybe it was true? Xico was petite up top, in contrast to Kate's big tits, so maybe he really didn't care? But, wait, if he didn't care, why react negatively? Like, if he suggested dying his hair blonde, she wouldn't really care... did he not like surgery or something? How would she feel if he suggested making his dick bigger? There wasn't a surgery for that, but it'd be hot, right? I mean, it's his body, so it's not like she'd make him or anything... maybe if it got too big to fit, sure, but he'd probably just add an inch or two? Did he think she was going to be one of those weirdos who make their tits way too big...?
Her nose flared as the scent of death hit it, and she perked up to refocus on her job. Her eyes flicked across the inside of the warehouse, and through the dark and dim, she eventually spotted her target, the necromancer known as Doctor Death (really). He was wearing what looked like a stylized plague mask, and was surrounded by a phalanx of a dozen zombies. They moved pretty good, for zombies - a little sluggish, maybe, but you could have mistaken them for living people if you passed them on the street.
Other than the smell. He'd masked it with cologne or something, but it was still there, both smells stewing together in a really putrid mix.
Anyway. She watched, pulled out her knife, and waited for the deal to finish, so they could confirm he was buying drugs. Then, as he started to head out, she cast Scythe and flicked her wrist and cut through half his zombies in a single slice.
* * *
Stitch stood in front of Priscilla's office, gently bouncing from one foot to the other. This was such a fucking awkward thing to ask, but - like, they were fucking the same guy, right? It wasn't a problem to ask? She'd already messed with Stitch's face in the past, right? It was cool? Not... weird, or presumptive, or gay?
Fuck it. Worst that could happen is she'd say no. Who gave a shit what Priscilla thought of her anyway? She rapped on the door to Priscilla's office.
"Come in, Stitch," Priscilla said, and Stitch quickly stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "What is it?"
"I'm, uh, thinking of getting a boob job, and I was wondering if you'd let me... y'know... preview it? Try them on for size?"
Priscilla hummed in response. "Do you have a spare bra of your desired size?"
"Shit. No."
"Go buy one, and I'll do it. It'll also let me know what you're thinking of, in terms of volume."
* * *
Okay, so the crazy big tits bra she'd considered was an N-cup, though she was pretty sure that would be too much.
Or maybe not. Bup had huge boobs... but she was stupid and Roger was just being nice to her, because she couldn't pull any dick on her own. Right? Or was it more like, her huge boobs were why Roger wanted her?
No, no, Roger wasn't that superficial. Or, maybe he was, but if he was, it was super diverse. He liked all types of girls - Xico, Nora, Kate, Stitch, Priscilla, Bup, Esther, Mira, Tsuru, Alexa, and then some... there was too much diversity in the girls he'd fucked to assume anything about his tastes...
Was that it? He thought she was getting big tits just because she thought he liked them? Well... she definitely wouldn't get big tits if he didn't like them, but also she wouldn't get big tits if she didn't feel self-conscious about her own appearance. Keeping in shape didn't count for that much with a face like hers...
She smacked her own cheeks. N-cup! Too much! She was a C right now! But, if a C was obviously too little (since that was her current cup size), and an N was obviously too much - Roger had mentioned at one point, you can make a Fermi estimate by taking the average of a value that's definitely too large and one that's definitely too small, and the average of those two cup sizes was... 3+14 = 17, 17 / 2 = 8.5... an H or an I cup!
...I cup. She grabbed an I-cup bra.
Look, what girl wouldn't go for bigger tits?
...well, she was pretty sure Priscilla didn't actually look like that, and she just had a model's physique, but...
Hopefully Roger would like it. And, if he didn't, then she'd know that he liked her tits the way they were.
Yeah! This was win-win! Either he'd like her big boobs, or he wouldn't, and that meant he liked her current boobs better!
* * *
She'd bought a bigger bra, and Priscilla had been happy to up her tit size to the indicated size. It felt kinda weird, switching bras in front of another woman, but Priscilla obviously didn't give a shit, which helped Stitch not give a shit.
...she hadn't bought a bigger shirt before she'd gotten her tits increased in size, though. She liked loose clothes, so it wasn't like her tits were getting crushed by her shirt, but now she had a giant tit curtain from her new I-cup tits. If she actually got a boob job, she'd definitely have to replace her wardrobe so that she didn't look ridiculous like this.
Thankfully, she went into Priscilla's office for the temporary boob job right at the end of work, so she tugged on a hoodie and rushed back home. Luckily, she lived at the same place as Roger, so she could just... awkwardly mill around in the middle of the hallway.
Okay, maybe it wasn't that lucky. Especially since Nora was here 24/7 because she had twenty bodies and she literally only had an apartment at Roger's so she could fuck him more (understandable), which meant when she heard one set of footsteps headed to Roger's room, and stop, she saw Stitch. She looked at Stitch with those impenetrable blue eyes for a long few seconds - was Roger into blondes? - then ducked back into her apartment.
Roger got home pretty soon thereafter, and she let out a sigh of relief as she saw him. "Hey, Roger, uh. I want to show you something," she said, reaching out for his wrist as he approached. "Open the door." She added after a second.
He let out a small laugh, a little thing that said You're cute. "Sure, Stitch. What's up?" He asked her, as the doorknob turned and opened.
She stepped into the apartment with him, closed the door with a flick of her leg, and then grabbed the base of her hoodie, pulling it - and her shirt, she looked like shit with the tit curtain - up and over her head, revealing her new I-cup tits, currently sitting inside of a nice red bra, to Roger. He was looking at them, but his expression was a bit hesitant. "So, uh. What do you think? Nice, right?" She actually hopped on her feet for a moment, making his eyes follow her tits as they bounced in a way they normally absolutely couldn't.
"They're nice, yes," he said, after a moment, though his voice was kinda fucky. Shit. Did he actually not like big tits? Fuck!
"If you don't like them, uh, Priscilla said they'll revert after a few hours..." She said, idly scratching behind one of her own ears.
"Oh, it's Priscilla's work," he said, with a sigh of relief and a genuine smile on his lips. "Alright, then they look great," he told her, and she felt her face heat up at the way he spoke. "I was just worried you'd gotten a huge surgery just because you like me."
Oh, okay, that explained his awkwardness now and earlier. He just didn't want to be responsible for her getting surgery.
Well. If she did get a boob job, he kinda would be. But also, guys liked big tits. Even if it didn't work out with Roger, it would be cool to have big tits, right?
Of course, she couldn't say all that, since it'd come off as way too clingy. "Nah. I was just thinking about, you know, there's no plastic surgeon who can fix my face up," she said, gesturing to her snout with one hand.
"You're perfectly cute the way you are," he said, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek, thumb running across fur. She felt the furious heat in her face, hitting her hard, and she was sure it was sharp enough to slide across her visible features.
"Yeah, but, um, that's just your opinion," she said, managing to keep her voice under control. "I appreciate that it's your opinion, and I'm glad you think I'm hot, and all that, but- it's like you said, you'd rather fuck around forever, right?" Fuck, that was the wrong thing to say! She didn't care if he fucked around forever! Or, she did care, kinda, but she didn't want to say it out loud and make him-! Fuck, she really sucked with guys, so bad! She cleared her throat. "Anyway, I now have big titties, so what do you want to do with them?" She asked. She bounced on her toes, her tits going up and down, attracting his attention back down to them.
She actually had only the vaguest idea what you did with big tits. Obviously, guys liked them, but practically, what was the difference? It's not like a dick, where, y'know, it goes in your holes.
Roger responded to her question by grabbing her hips, picking her up by them. There was a certain thrill that came with that kind of manhandling, the frank and basic expression of his desire for her. He plopped her down on his bed, and then tugged off her bra, letting her large, soft new breasts get exposed to the open air. Priscilla had made them 'particularly sensitive,' saying that was the sort of thing Roger preferred, and Stitch trusted the other woman.
What she didn't expect was just how good it felt to have Roger's hands on her breasts. His fingers cupped into her tits from either side, and her pussy quietly clenched around nothing at the electric feeling running up her spine. His thumbs brushed along her areolae, and her nipples, making her shiver. Goosebumps ran across her flesh, and Roger gave her a really hungry look as he played with her tits. They were both mostly clothed, but this still felt so, so nice. She licked her lips as he teased her like that, fingertips brushing across and along her bare body, her toes curling inside of her shoes - she hadn't even kicked them off, yet.
He leaned down over her at that point, pushing her tits together and sucking on her nipples both. She squeaked at that, feeling an orgasm building as his tongue flicked against her nipples, as he applied pressure up there. Her legs wobbled under her. "Ruh, Roger, it's, wuh, wow," she panted, legs kicking at the air behind him. She knew Roger was a generous lover, always thinking about how to make his partner feel good - so she knew that whining and wanting him to stop was exactly the wrong thing to say in this situation, even if her instincts as a woman were telling her that she shouldn't come before the guy even took her pants off. "Roger, ahm, I'm gonna, I'm gonna~," she gasped out, then howled out her pleasure as she orgasmed beneath him, back arching as pleasure raced up her spine.
He popped off her tits at that point, admiring her howling, orgasming face, her eyelashes fluttering as she experienced her first-ever boobgasm. She was pretty sure he was using his superspeed power to really stretch out his observation of her, by the way his breathing shifted, by the way the subtle movements of his hands on her tits got simultaneously more stimulating and faster, little flicks that felt like so much more than they should.
Even knowing that Roger like that kind of thing - if she came a second time in the middle of her boobgasm, she'd definitely be embarrassed, so she curled her toes and just clenched her fists on the blankets beneath her, howling and panting as she came down from her orgasm. "That's one fun thing to do with them," he told her, a little smirk on his lips, and she just panted and nodded, her breath ragged as she laid on her back on the bed. His thumbs were still teasing her areolae, making her shiver and twitch, not trusting her voice as she laid down there and caught her breath. "I guess Priscilla made them extra sensitive, right?" She nodded on her back, and he finally removed his hands from her tits - only to get off her and pull down his pants.
His cock popped free, bouncing open into the open air, and she stared at it, licking her lips, wondering what he was going to do with it - then he moved to straddle her, so his cock fell in between her tits, lying across her sternum. The faint brushes of it against her body sent waves of pleasure up her spine already, like some really weird foreplay.
He groped her breasts at that point, just squishing them around his cock, and she shuddered at the sensation. It was weird, but good. Very good. She couldn't do this with her normal tits, and it felt nice, and clearly Roger liked it, judging by the way he just squeezed his dick tight with her fat tits. He pumped his hips softly back and forth, a gentle thump-thump, balls slapping at her tits, and she tilted her head downwards to watch his manhood emerge from between her breasts.
It bopped her right in the nose, and the scent was intense and hit her completely by surprise. Her pussy instantly clenched up, and combined with the stimulation to her tits, she wound up coming right then and there, moaning stupidly as Roger casually pumped his cock back and forth in between her tits. She wasn't howling, but she was sure she looked stupid anyway - especially since she kept her face forward, her wet nose repeatedly bopped by his dick.
His scent pretty much smashed right into her cerebellum when a single droplet of precum oozed out and immediately hit her rhinarium. Her thoughts became a fuzzy cloud of sensation rather than anything proper, that intense, male scent - the scent of the man she was in love with - serving to fry neurons and replace thoughts with feelings. Nice, big, stinky cock, rubbing all over her tits. She panted softly, but that just made it worse, the scent getting reaffirmed with every breath out of her mouth, every suck in of air through her nostrils.
He seemed to realize just how fried she was, pausing his motion in between her tits for a moment, releasing his grip on her breasts. It wasn't out of a sense of mercy on the subject, though - he reached for her arms, grabbing her wrists, and pulled them around to her own breasts, directing her to be the one to apply pressure to them. She did exactly that, shuddering softly as the pressure intensified, and his hand reached up for her ears, quietly scratching away at them. She shuddered, legs involuntarily kicking - and came again, howling out her pleasure.
"You're always cute, Stitch," he told her, and she just shuddered and nodded, tilting her head into his grasp as she panted out her pleasure. "Always sexy and cute, no matter how big your tits are. You're fit, you're good, you're sweet, and it's really fun to watch you get horny from me fucking other women right in front of you."
She mewled pitifully, lost in pleasure, unable to respond verbally, just inclining her head into his hand and tightening her grip on her tits. She was practically crushing her own breasts around his massive, throbbing rod, and her thoughts - fuzzy as they were - turned to the thing resting in between her breasts. Her head was still tilted forward, so it bopped her snout every time he went balls deep inside her tits.
So, the next time it leaned so close to her face, she licked out for it. Her tongue traced along the very tip of his dick, and he groaned at the sensation, pumping his hips hard against her tits, bumping his whole weight into her sensitive breasts. She panted at the feeling of pressure, the sensation and flavor of his cock, and just shuddered in place as he almost erupted right then and there. Her tongue got more rapid, licking hungrily at his tip, and she could see by his breathing that he was using his power - which only encouraged her further.
She knew perfectly well that he used his power when he was trying not to come. Right now, she wanted him to come. His grunts came out erratic, played at superspeed, and he pulled his dick back inside the valley of her tits, the sensations intense as he brushed along them in that exaggerated manner. Her pussy clenched again, and she leaned forward further, her long snout actually coming in handy as her tongue could snap down into her own breasts, flicking against the tip of his dick as it burrowed its way through her breasts.
She wound up coming first out of the two of them, despite her best efforts to the contrary, his cock twitching and throbbing in her bust as she intensified the pressure. Luckily, that proved too much for Roger to resist, and he blew long, ropy strings of cum across her snout and collar bone, splattering her new tits with a thick and heavy load. She shuddered softly as he finally finished coming, panting softly as she came down from her own ecstatic high, releasing his dick from her tits.
She'd come, what, three times, without her pussy getting touched at all? She looked up at Roger with a dazed expression - and once he recovered enough to move, he ran his finger along her breasts, feeding his cum into her mouth. She greedily licked it up.
She loved his taste.
She was sure it was the same as every other guy's, but she liked it because it belonged to the guy she liked. Is that sappy? Whatever, fuck you if you want to complain about it being sappy.
She could be sappy.
Just not out loud.
* * *
Xico's tails wagged behind her back as she felt the warm happiness radiating from Stitch as she licked up Roger's cum. She'd wanted to leave Roger and Stitch alone to enjoy themselves, but she knew that Stitch liked watching, and they'd just finished their titfuck, so...
She sent a text to Roger. She tried to use the speech-to-text function - her writing in English was still pretty bad.
Hello Roger, can I come over?
There was a pause, of course, as Roger went to find his phone, flicking away to find her message. Stitch lapped up the last of his cum, and reached down to take off her pants and panties, finding the latter was soaked enough that it was a struggle to peel away. He texted her back as he checked with Stitch that he was okay with things.
sure, stitch's here, so you know
I know
She didn't bother waiting for his reply, instead just using her thiasyar to unlock the front door to his apartment and float inside. He and Stitch were both naked by the time she got there, and she felt immediately overdressed, so she started stripping herself naked.
Stitch's bigger boobs looked nice on her. Priscilla had done a good job making them 'fit' with the rest of her body. Xico didn't normally pay much attention to how people looked (she could see what was on the inside, which was more important, after all), but she knew that Stitch felt awkward about her body, and she thought Stitch looked nice.
Of course, the real thing she was here for wasn't Stitch's boobs, but Roger, who looked at the pair of naked girls in his bedroom with open lust. She could feel the thrill that Stitch felt when Roger's eyes fell on Stitch's naked body, or the similar interest and thrill Stitch felt when he was instead looking at Xico. She could feel Roger's thoughts as he tried to decide between a dozen ideas of different positions - and then those thoughts slipped away from her perception as he slowed down time to think it over more thoroughly.
"Stitch, lie down, legs off the bed," he ordered, grabbing Stitch's thighs to get her in exactly the position he wanted - and then he grabbed Xico, directing her into position, and she was able to smoothly get on her hands and knees atop Stitch. "This way, I can switch between you two, and you can watch each other," he said to them both, wanting to make sure they were both fine with this position.
"It sounds... ni~ice!" Xico's breath was stolen away as Roger just immediately thrust inside her, using his superspeed to make it simultaneously smooth and incredibly stimulating. He surprised her by gripping her tails near the base, both hands on them and clamping down. The soft flesh of her highly flexible tails easily yielded to his tight grip, and she panted softly as she squirmed in place, trembling at the sensation of it. It was surprisingly nice - she could feel his raw desire for her body right now, both physically and through her telepathy.
Then he started to push into her, using his grip on her tails to pull her along with him. It was a little rougher than she was used to, but she liked it, liked the intensity with which he was pumping inside her, liked the way he gripped and squeezed at her tails - and he was definitely using his power, too, since she couldn't make out his thoughts, just this quiet wave of desire in an insanely fast mumble. He was thrusting at what felt like a good pace for her, which meant he was really controllinghimself to make her feel good.
It didn't take long at all for her to come as a consequence, her tails flashing out and lashing at his naked chest, feeling and then suckling on his bare skin, slapping at his shoulders and upper arms. He let out a hyperfast noise of pleasure - then pulled out of her, bending a bit before slamming his hips into Stitch at a similarly intense pace.
Stitch, unlike Roger, was not running at superspeed, so she could feel Stitch's thoughts as she got fucked. They were things like, Feels so good, smells so good, I can still smell from where Roger came on my face and tits, ahh, Xico is in the way of my tits, he can't grope my tits right now...
So Xico floated and tilted her body to one side, presenting Stitch's naked body to Roger's line of sight, the other girl's tits bouncing with each thrust inside her. Roger's hands reached down for her breasts, and almost immediately, Stitch came, howling out her pleasure.
Roger responded by pulling out of Stitch, grabbing Xico's tail and tugging her back into position before thrusting inside her. He was pretty much an animal at this point, as far as she could feel out - no coherent thoughts, no language, just horny raw need. She kind of wished he'd turn down his power, but this was plenty nice too, especially with the way he started to feel up her tails rather grip them, his thumbs running up and down the length of them as he stimulated her yet further.
Stitch definitely liked watching Xico get fucked, her own kinks serving to excite her still further as she stared up at Xico's face, then tilted her head around to get a good look at where Roger was thrusting away, letting her see Roger's cock plunging deep inside Xico, her eyes focusing on the swaying and bouncing of his balls as he repeatedly bottomed out inside Xico. Xico just panted softly at the feelings of Roger's cock inside her, his superspeed fondling of her tails making her toes curl, her tails idly winding their way around his biceps as he pumped inside her.
It took very little time for Xico to come like that. She didn't bother to hold back, just letting out a moan of pleasure as her pussy eagerly gripped and squeezed at Roger's cock - and, as she predicted, he soon pulled himself out of her, sliding his cock down into Stitch's pussy a moment later. The other girl bounced on his cock as he thrust away, her tits jiggling freely. Stitch was clearly enjoying herself, warm and hot, and once her orgasm finished, Xico quickly tilted to the side.
Roger knew what to do: his arms reached down for Stitch's tits, fingers playing with them, teasing the areolae. "Oh, fuh, fuck, Priscilla really, ahm, made them too~oo sensitive!" She squealed out the last word, hips bucking up into Roger as she came within less than a minute of getting Roger's cock inside her.
Xico just slid back into position, twisting her body back to one side, presenting her slick sex to Roger, and he thrust inside her.
That's how it went: Roger abusing his superspeed power to give himself nigh-infinite sexual endurance, just rutting inside them both, switching back and forth from one to the other whenever they came. When it was Xico he was fucking, he'd fondle her tails, sliding and caressing and groping them; when it was Stitch, he'd instead play with her freshly-engorged tits, with Priscilla clearly having made them ridiculously sensitive.
She did wish he'd stop abusing his power like that, since she couldn't read his thoughts this way, but she guessed he really wanted to make sure he had the energy for both of them. Stitch's own happiness at getting fucked (or at getting to watch Xico get fucked) was good enough to satisfy Xico's desires, and she could still make out the general blur of sexual desire on Roger's part.
After blowing his load four total times - and making Xico and Stitch both come dozens of times each - Roger finally let time return to normal. Fu~uck that was good. How long was that in real time? She could practically feel his head swimming as his exhaustion started to set in. She let herself collapse on the bed, but reached out with her thiasyar to steady him, helping him into bed. Her legs dangled over the edge as she rested on her belly, while Roger's dick was flaccid and mere inches away. There was a mischievous thought to just crawl over and put it in her mouth, but it was dirty and she was tired anyway.
Stitch recovered before Xico - she'd been on her back, after all - and sat up, her tits still big as she looked around. Nn. Maybe if I bounce my tits for him, he'll get hard? Bouncy bouncy. Hey, Roger, look at my tits. Gonna get hard? I'll give you a titfuck if you get hard... Her hands were on her own breasts as she tried to restart Roger's libido, but while Roger appreciated the boobs, he was clearly out of energy. Fuck. Cinderella's boobs are gonna disappear soon, I think. Might as well cuddle.
She crawled up on the bed, plopping her cheek down against Roger's chest from the side, and drank in a deep breath through her nostrils. Xico could tell that Stitch got smells way more intensely, even if she couldn't currently make them out through the link. She didn't feel comfortable igossing with Stitch, either, so instead she wound up crawling up on the bed, curling into Roger' from the opposite side, one of her tails brainlessly curling around his thigh as she snuggled in. Roger's arms just awkwardly draped around both of them as he caught his breath - and then he pretty much immediately passed out, his thoughts blurring into a mush of nothing.
"This is... nice," Xico said to Stitch. Stitch was kind of like her - she didn't mind Roger sleeping around, and had feelings for him.
"Yeah," Stitch agreed, then blushed with embarrassment. "I mean... well, yeah. Roger's nice, and hot, and slutty, and stuff."
Stitch liked slutty guys. Xico had noticed lots of human girls didn't - taliké didn't care about that kind of stuff - so it was nice that Stitch liked something about Roger that other people would have thought was bad. There was something sort of romantic about it, right?
Roger did like younger girls like her and Lope, but... she did have to admit there was definitely a gulf between them that derived from their different ages. Stitch was much closer to Roger in age.
"If, um... if Roger... winds up with you... I hope you two are... happy," she said, her tails curling with anxiety.
"Oh. Uh. Thanks. And. Same back to you," Stitch said, obviously awkward as she spoke. He just wants to fuck around, not get with anybody. Fuck, shit, she's a telepath - no, he has to have told her, right? No, she's definitely not looking at me like he told her too. Agh. Is that why he was using his telepathy? Stop reading my mind, Xico! No, it's like I'm talking out loud as far as she's concerned, right? Think about something else. Fuck! It's hard to think about something else!
Xico fidgeted in place, but she didn't want to investigate Stitch's feelings too much right now. For one, it sounded like it would make her unhappy. For two, she was actually really sleepy. For three, even if what she'd been thinking was true, in the way that her worst guesses thought it might be, she would rather go to sleep curled up with Roger than think about it.
So she did exactly that.
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