“I’m sorry, what do you call this again?” Aria Blaze had only just barely opened her eyes and she’d already caught a glimpse of something so grisly and greasy she’d rather have gone back to sleep. Even with nightmares about being chased by giant unicorns.
As the Siren’s bleary eyes came into focus, so did the object: it was a dismembered cloven hoof, crisped over and dripping with sauce. The suspicious food glistened greasily in the morning light filtering over the Seoul skyline.
“Jokbal! Jokbal, jokbal~” Her tablemate, Sonata Dusk, more than made up for her lack of enthusiasm as she clumsily picked and poked at the dish, looking entirely happy to have it despite failing to pick up anything with her smooth metal chopsticks. Eventually, the third girl seated at the table could take no more and snatched the chopsticks from Sonata, to be swiftly replaced with a fork.
“It’s pig’s feet, Aria.” The third girl, Adagio Dazzle, handily pinched a slab of leg meat from the tray with her chopsticks, perfectly raising it to her poised lips to take a juicy, wet nibble of peppered flesh. “If you don’t like it, you can shop for food. Or actually leave the apartment for once?”
“What I don’t like is Sonata taking selfies with every mouthful.” Aria hunched over the table as she pushed food around her plate, summoning the energy to grimace at Sonata’s confused attempts to do a double peace sign when she needed a free hand to hold her smartphone camera up. “Do you have to do that every meal?”
“Eh hnglh hgg ggh ggshh errrr ddh!” Sonata had several pieces of half-chewed pork stuck in her grinning chompers as the flash went off, forcing Aria to cover her eyes. Of the three girls, Sonata had already dolled herself up a fair bit, long and luscious blue hair pulled back straight into a cute, sporty ponytail that reached all the way down to her ass. That prodigious posterior of hers billowed over the chair’s edges, causing it to creak and bend as she turned and twisted to mug for her selfies. Sure, most of these shots were at high angles, taking advantage of a low cut off-shoulder top hugging her cute pert breasts, but it was the bare hint of her enormous butt showing up in the background despite all focus on her torso that saw her uploads hitting four-digit likes before she’d even set the phone down. Satisfied with her current batch, she resumed loudly horking down all the meat stuffed into her cheeks. “Adagio, I already hit a thousand likes!”
“That’s wonderful, Sonata.” Adagio shrugged, brushing a stray curl of brilliant orange back behind her ear to join the rest of her bouffant. “People in this part of the world absolutely love watching cute girls chow down. Those cam videos of Sonata eating that I sell on the web are the only thing keeping us warm and fed, so again: if you don’t like it, do something about it.”
“Your fat yellow ass can do something about it, it’s almost as big as hers.” Aria glared at Adagio, brushing her purple and teal streaked hair forward to shelter her face from the morning sun. Adagio ignored the remark but grimaced nonetheless when she stealthily pinched herself. Her hourglass form was thick and juicy in its own right, a perfectly proportioned and powerful amazon physique that spoke of wide birthing hips unhindered by the excess flesh it bore. Even then it was just barely half the mass Sonata carried.
Sonata carried more than just their collective rent. Her figure stretched the definition of “womanly” to the breaking point (and several expensive pairs of fashionable cutoff jeans well past it, much to the dismay of this month’s budget). Adagio always said Sonata had enough personality for a dozen girls, but she'd never counted on genetics giving the bubbly blue airhead an equivalent amount of booty. Sonata was bottom-heavy in a way few women could compare to, a near-impenetrable pear shape that devoured anything more substantial than a g-string and tree-trunk thighs that even now threatened to turn her leggings into fishnets. Capable of cascades of wobbling even under ordinary circumstances, she just about cracked the pavement when she strapped on her favourite pairs of high-heeled sandals. Put simply, Sonata’s butt was as exclusionary as they came. So meaty and juicy, every man couldn't help but want to squeeze it, even if none could hope to handle just a single cheek with both palms.
The effect wasn’t limited just to men. Aria was also unable to handle Sonata's ass, making it a daily if not hourly point of calling back to it. If it mesmerized strangers just watching her pass in the street, Aria had the torment of observing the dumb bimbo constantly wrestling with Big Butt Problems in her day-to-day life: rumbling and rushing for an insurmountable obstacle on escalators; straining and stretching an extra thirty minutes to hike to plus-size clothing stores; taking up one-and-a-half seats on public transport; cheeks devouring and creaking her single dining chair at the table! Sonata’s butt lived in Aria's head, rent-free.
This was just one of many factors contributing to the friction between their little group, and the tension building at the table. Adagio did her best to shrug it off, and tried her words.
"Aria, darling, there's no need to get jealous just because some of us have a little more... thunder!... to work with than others. You'll have to eat those words once you see how smoothly her derrière slips into the pages of every fashion magazine in Korea."
Sonata giggled. "The Sonata Donk is a smooth ride!"
"Yeah, a smooth ride into the two-page spreads," shot back a cantankerous Aria, looking down at her food with all the skepticism of a well-practised cynic.
But it did look tasty...
And her stomach was growling...
In the end, Aria was so focused on the trotters she didn't even notice her previous comment had left Adagio's eyebrow twitching. That specter of tension hanging around the table turned up the heat just ever so slightly.
"Well, girl’s gotta eat, I guess..." murmured Aria, setting her fingertips on Sonata's discarded chopsticks. She scooped them up with a practised touch, bringing them around, leaning forwards... and then stopping as an abrupt scrunch signaled the table sliding across the floor, dishes rattling as it did so. Oops! For every Big Butt Problem Sonata was plagued with, Aria had something similar: Big Breast Problems, to the point that tilting an inch or two had dug the edge of the furniture into her well-padded bust line, the plush and pliant masses forcing everything - including her food - back an inch or six. The top she had on now was further testament to her titanic titular troubles. It would have been baggy, if not slipping right off a girl of her enviously toned proportions, but instead she constantly felt a chill crawling across her bare midriff as those greedy watermelon-crushing tits practically sucked up all the fabric onto their sweeping curves and prodigious clefts of underboob. Even then it wasn’t nearly enough, her squished pair billowing out the v-neck like a second butt trying to reach up and strangle her (as a certain other ass-bearing body was contemplating that very moment). She adjusted herself a few times, forcing the other girls to move their chairs lest they be bumped by the table again, before finally getting close enough to scoop up a morsel.
"Whew!" She raised her other hand with a familiarity only the truly busty knew, instinctively shielding the grand canyon of her cleavage from splashes of soy sauce, and brought that mouthful home to roost. Pausing to smirk at Adagio, she sealed the seething envy. "Hey, as long as I'm packing enough up top for all of us, maybe I should be the one in print..."
And that comment was why the Jokbal never reached Aria's mouth. Instead, she cried out in surprise as Adagio reached out, irritably slapping the chopsticks out of her hand, sending the whole mess directly downwards. What wasn’t immediately fed into the depths of her cleavage splattered messily, soaking the flimsy garment thoroughly in sauce.
Adagio had finally had enough of Aria’s countermanding and soon enough both girls were on their feet, angry comments flying back and forth while Sonata continued to play with her phone. In Adagio’s mind, Aria had been freeloading for much too long... It was time she put her share in too.
“Auuugh, fine!” groaned Aria, dragging the palm of her hand down her face in frustration. “You want me to make some cash? I will!”
“Just as soon as I get this stupid shirt dry-cleaned... because, you know... it was my last one?”
So it was that Aria huffily got up from the table, slipped on her sandals, and stomped out... not having the faintest idea what sort of chain of events she’d just set in motion, and where it would take the Dazzlings.
How had things come to this? For poor, antsy, hungry little Aria it felt like just yesterday she and her buddies had been top dogs back home in Equestria, calling the shots and making the moves. She’d had her finger in every pie in those days, resplendent among treasures from a dozen dynasties, waited on hand and foot... In those days, the Sirens had set the beat for the whole world.
Then that goofball pony wizard had turned up to ruin everything, bouncing the Sirens around space and time till they wanted to hurl... and they only doubled down on that sensation when they came out on the ass-end of the universe, some sort of dumping ground for Equestria’s troublemakers. And it had felt like they’d barely had time to so much as clear their heads there before they’d had their powers slapped out of them by a pack of brats...
Of course, Aria put the blame squarely on Adagio for that last one, what with her plan to mess with Equestrian magic and all. Wasn’t that always the way? You think you’ve hit rock bottom and then it turns out some guy has a pickaxe. It had turned into a real sore point them ever since they’d come out to Seoul, and now Aria supposed she was paying the price for one too many barbed comments.
Well... She’d make Adagio see things her way. All she had to do was hit on a plan to bring some money in, then that goofball would finally see the sense in making Aria the leader of the troupe.
Oh, how fun that would be!
But first and foremost, Aria had to take a trip to the laundromat.
And this was where, unfortunately for Aria, her aforementioned Big Breast Problems reared their head. It was never a struggle, or unwanted, of course; Aria had long since grown accustomed to being the living embodiment of a very coarse person’s fetish, but the sheer degree with which Aria had to negotiate with her own abundant assets (and what a lively dialogue it was!) just to accomplish normal, everyday tasks never failed to leave the Siren flustered. Side-effects such as these were just one of the many extra considerations to be made when weaving seductive magics most sorcerers only dreamed of on a daily basis.
All of this meant that, unless Aria suddenly was allowed to walk around in public with her fat, fist-sized areolae drooping out of holes torn through her old tops, the Siren had a vested interest in keeping what clothes she did have clean and serviceable. And unfortunately for her, this left her with nothing to wear for the moment but a rather large, unflattering dress she’d salvaged from a bargain bin some years ago. It was entirely out of place for the weather, and to be frank gave the impression she’d tangled herself in a shower curtain recently.
The garment also did nothing to conceal Aria’s figure! In fact, much to the contrary, the shape of her fat nipples powerfully poked up under the poncho, drawing endless stares and erections from passersby. Every step Aria took let out an audible and sweaty slap as her incessant wobbling impacted her absurd top-heaviness against her slender abs, and when she sat down with a newspaper to pass the time she not only filled out her own lap to the knees and beyond, she ripped right through the paper. Even replacing the destroyed paper with her smartphone, sunk deep between her breasts, took plenty more fumbling around under her poncho.
So absorbed in her own misery and cute cat videos was Aria that she failed to notice the spectacle taking place around her in that ratty old laundromat. Behind the rumbling cacophony of whirling washing machines and droning dryers, older men drank in her visage, impatiently grinding or fidgeting as they felt a sudden need to release. Even if her oversized muumuu showed no bare skin save for her taut, toned legs, the way it clung and wrapped her tremendous torso left her practically naked. The thin polyester pulled taut around her tits, tracing the perfect terraces of her rising areolae capped off with mouth-filling nipples. Just the slightest deep breath or fidgeting in her seat made Aria’s rolling hills of adipose ripple and rumble! And if that wasn’t a clear signal of the Siren’s full-force femininity, her long, luscious purple hair decorated with turquoise streaks reached down to the floor as she was seated. Everything about her figure fulminated with fertility, something she’d only ever been dimly aware of.
But that dimness of Aria's could only last so long. Soon or later, she'd be forced to take notice of the effect her body had on outsiders... because a change was taking place inside her even now. Ever since the Siren's unfortunate battle with Twilight Sparkle and her gang of fem-thugs had left the Sirens deprived of their singing magic, other, neglected talents had been stepping in to fill up the gulf. Much like losing one sense could be said to sharpen the others, Aria had a taste of a sinister sense she had not used in some time.
The magic of a Siren to lure prey in, to fascinate and... bedazzle. Perhaps waggling one's assets about for attention and supply came across as somewhat more uncouth than a hypnotically sweet song, but it was far from unreliable! If anything, body language was the original method of communication. Typically one just needed the right mindset to apply it, and that was a mindset the Sirens had not touched on ever since they'd found the power of song.
But now, in Aria’s distraction, that forgotten magic had grown to envelop the entire laundromat in its sweet embrace.
As Aria swiped right to cute capybara videos, the rhythmic pounding around her suggested an unbalanced load. There were, in fact, multiple unbalanced loads in the laundromat, particularly the ones swinging between men’s thighs as they felt their scrotums stretch and swell with anticipation and desire. Even the younger ones were confused at the sudden surge of virility they felt, and it was clear that seeing such a prime female had given them inspiration for insemination.
But there was precious little any of these upstanding citizens could do in her presence but desperately dry hump the nearest laundry machine in a vain attempt to find relief! The electric-heated smooth metal surface was a poor substitute for the supple and unblemished flesh they knew to exist under Aria’s long coat, and the effort to picture it was enough to drive some of them mad with orgasm. Many found themselves in the embarrassing situation of having to strip off to get their newly-drenched pants in the wash. One enterprising gent thought himself clever for opting instead to firehose-blast inside an empty washing machine, thinking the wash cycle would cleanse his sin (in fact he ended up unknowingly impregnating several women who would later use the washing machine that day for their panties, including a local high school valedictorian, a housewife who had been trying to conceive for several years, and both of his younger sisters, but those are stories for another time).
Aria sniffed the newly soured air and salty pungence, sneering at the state of living she had been reduced to. Sharing smelly laundromats with older men, tearing through tops like kids go through Christmas gift wrappers, and finding mild solace in teasing Adagio’s rear or watching cute animal videos. She was entirely oblivious to the magical phenomenon taking place around her... because of her... in tribute to her!
Tribute... Tribute... That was a word she hadn't thought about in some time. Certainly as a Dazzling she'd helped hatch schemes to bring up the wells of emotional energy they all fed upon, but how long had it been since the Dazzlings had last received any real tribute?
They were, after all, best sustained by the worship of others. Whether from devout worshippers or starstruck fans, adoration empowered them and returned a spark to them.
Which was why she was so confused when that sensation of tribute came to her again. The sensations drifting to her now reminded her more of the ancient temples of bygone eras than a dinky little Korean laundromat... But boy were they ever potent. They got her feeling nice and charged up again, for the first time in some while.
Aria's nostrils twitched as she finally realized where all that energy was coming from. She could hardly believe it at first, it just seemed altogether far too despicable... even by the standards of humans!
They were... They were fiddling with themselves! They were doing it like that, looking at her, touching themselves in the presence of an ancient, godlike being?
Aria didn't want to believe it. Sexual attraction was one thing, but coming from these aliens, she just... She didn't want to believe she'd fallen this far.
But when she took another tentative sniff, that confirmed it: the Siren recoiled immediately. That was definitely the stench of thick ejaculate. Something that pungent-smelling could only have come out of a man’s big, heavy nuts. It felt criminal to expose her to it so suddenly, thoroughly and unexpectedly. Her gut reaction was to pinch her nose shut to try to escape the deluge of testosterone-drenched aromas pouring down on her, from every direction at once.
But she didn't. Because even as she struggled with those feelings of revulsion and outrage welling in her gut, her senses picked up something below the surface of those obnoxiously thick, overwhelmingly smelly male emissions. Yes, beneath the surface of all that cum, Aria detected the taste of that forgotten thing - tribute - and it slowly dawned on her that the two were intermingling... the worship of a Siren, and the primitive, seedy male desire to pump out all that goo, most likely inside of her... they were... inseparable? She didn’t know how to feel about that, but she also knew it warranted more attention.
Aria struggled with that thought for some time as she looked about the laundromat, watching those men going at themselves. Then, with a deep breath, she took the plunge. She opened her nose completely, inhaling a dozen scents so thick they made her head spin. She'd have compared it to the aroma of a farm, perhaps: all those boys with their hormones running wild, pumping out enough of that goo to completely soak her. Those grown men were like kids right now, just competing mindlessly to see who could make the most, it felt like.
And as Aria drank that lust in... she started to feel very, very good. She even started to take a shine to the smell that had left her so mortified earlier... if males adoring her had such a memorable scent, that would simply make it easier to detect in future, right?
"Oho... Adagio... Looks like I just figured out the trick you'd totally been missing all this time..." she murmured, leaning backwards over one of the washing machines, thrusting her chest out, grinning invitingly at the men. As her sheer outfit nearly burst, saucer-sized nipples making fat lumps in the fabric, the smirking Diva made "bring it" gestures with both hands, laughing as some of the men keeled over almost immediately. She tilted her head and gave her rack a shake - somewhat for their enjoyment, but mostly for her own - feeling more and more powerful with every second that went by.
“Hey gamers! You ever get cheesy dust all over your controllers during your intense gaming session? Why not try using a pair of chopsticks every now and again then, ya mongs!” Sonata mugged for the webcam as she cradled a king-size bag of Cheesy Chips.
Adagio currently had her number one assistant doing commercial spots, which had necessitated a change of outfit. Sonata now wore some comfy layered tees, covered in garbled slang, that clung scandalously to her criminally slender shoulders and torso. But like with most clothes Sonata wore, they could only partially do their job of covering her up: no amount of tugging and straining would get the shirts to play nice with the sudden, and powerful, flare of her hips, leaving them to barely even cover her tummy and rolling up plenty besides that.
But that clothing malfunction was nothing compared to what her fitted jeans were currently undergoing: after less than a month of being stretched over the Sonata Donk, they already looked ready to come apart at the seams.
With a sudden turn from chipper and cheesy to cool and coquettish, she leaned forward and whispered, “But I’m not playing video games today, so mm~”
Promotions out of the way, Sonata then attempted to pinch the bag of chips open, spending a good half minute struggling and grunting. Adagio sighed, pushing her thick-rimmed glasses up her dainty nose, and cut the video. She swiftly took the bag from her brainless big-buttocked cohort... and not a moment too soon: Sonata had started attempting to bite right through it. “We’ll do another take, Sonata. Let me find some scissors. And before you ask, you’re still not allowed to hold anything sharp.”
Leaving the blue girl to sulk and pout as her tummy grumbled, Adagio sifted through the kitchen drawers. She took pride in her organized kitchen, the one constantly clean and sparkling corner of the apartment that was perfectly aligned and set up just the way she needed it to be to not only stretch their groceries into enough meals to sustain their voluptuous forms, but also kept photogenic for Sonata’s food videos. So it was mildly disconcerting that she found her scissors in the wrong drawer, for once. She shrugged it off for the moment; she had a video to monetize.
“Alright, once more, from the top.And make sure you’re keeping the Cheesy Chips promo stickers in centre... You know how those drips are about getting their ‘exposure’. Aaaand... action.”
After that, the shoot went off without a hitch. It was a decadent piece of high-definition food porn, with close-up shots of each cheesy chip crunching between Sonata’s teeth, followed by her long, luscious tongue scooping up the cheesy dust that sprinkled over her full, dark lips. And if that wasn’t enough, they’d get the ASMR crowd: two boom microphones on either side of Sonata caught every salacious crunch in HD stereo.
An hour of quick, sloppy editing later and Adagio could finally let her hair down. Tossing her glasses aside, she sighed in relief as said extravagantly curly and voluminous orange curls fell around her shoulders and back. “Now we wait for those likes and donates to roll in.”
It always took a little while to see the counter tick up, of course, so Sonata was quick on the ball to foist that part of the work onto Adagio. She was soon in the next room over making barley tea while Adagio sat staring at the laptop screen. They were both on their second cups and they had yet to hit four digits.
“Must be a slow day. I’m gonna do yoga.” Sonata chirped, patting Adagio’s poofy head as she bounced and wobbled off to the next room.
Adagio’s brow twitched in frustration. Why weren’t they getting the usual results? She double checked her calendar, eyeing every last perfectly-targeted upload time, across multiple social media and amateur cam platforms. Each one had been selected for peak activity, and hitting the majority of their followers, with plenty of trending and topical hashtags to boost their visibility.
But still, the view counter ticked up lazily.
“Something is definitely very wrong,” Adagio finally muttered.
And so she got to finding out what it was, clicking around one streaming service after another in aggravation.
First, she checked her own upload accounts. When the answer didn’t present itself, she then went over to the front pages, to see exactly what was actually soaking up all their views. She expected some dumb meme video featuring a waifu of the month or some free-to-play video game rubbish.
What she didn’t expect, however, was a dimly-lit video of two enormous purple tits stretching a t-shirt out. Adagio had been planning to click around the video to just get the general gist of it quickly... but it seemed like she’d suddenly lost the ability to click! Instead, she just stared, spellbound, as the video played out.
She watched as the owner of those tits slowly and tortuously ran a pair of scissors - Adagio’s scissors! - up through the center of the threadbare cotton. The more she cut, the more weight burdened the rest of the top, and the more pronounced the woman’s nipples became: nipples that were nearly fist-sized alone - enough to fill an adult’s mouth, Adagio thought! - her areolae wide as saucers and as mountainous as the most well-endowed woman on a swimsuit magazine cover. And it was all so real, too, the decolletage clearly traced and not just poking but piercing through the poor excuse of a shirt, guaranteeing its last moments would be a rupturing, rippling spectacle.
It took a superhuman effort, but Adagio ripped her gaze from those sweat-dripping slabs of shirt-ripping perfection, forcing her eyes down to the video’s view counter. That was what she’d come for, after all! She had to stay focused! And, just as she’d suspected, that view counter had been steadily rolling up all the while, the account page for its uploader listing a follower count already rivaling Sonata’s despite having been made less than a week ago, along with a ratings and donation record quickly approaching the site’s top ranked.
Adagio stood up from her computer so sharply her chair shot backwards. She turned, wide-eyed and paranoid, towards the door to Aria's room. Her hands shook as sweat beaded on her forehead.
In this house, under this roof…
No, it couldn't be!
It had been so easy to assume, on the other side of that door, Aria had been going through the normal, everyday routine she always did: gaming, snacking and reading trashy romance fanfiction. But the truth... the truth was, on the other side of that door, a villain was doing everything she could... to get the Dazzlings in more trouble than they'd ever been in.
This went beyond just risking getting their accounts banned. This was Korea! They were talking hefty fines! Jail sentences! Didn't that dummy realize how much trouble she could get them into? Yeah, fuck getting banned! That was the least of Adagio's concerns!
Adagio rushed across the room as fast as her legs could carry her, grasping the doorknob without so much as a knob or a shout, and flung it open, barging inside.
She couldn't have possibly guessed just how bad the sight waiting for her on the other side of that door was. She was floored.
Aria sat in front of her own computer, in the most debauched position possible. If a woman sat like that in the presence of just about any man ever, she'd immediately get dicked down. Immediately. It was just such a shameless mix of slovenliness and raunch.
Aria had slid down in her desk chair, low enough to lift her ankles up and plant them on the corners of her desk. This, of course, shamelessly spread her legs almost as far as they could go, leaving her looking like some animal in heat. If it weren't for the thin pair of panties stretched over her lower body she'd be spreading _that_ as well... but that was a small mercy: the tension she was placing on the skimpy garment still left it stretched tight as a drum over the plump mound of her mons pubis.
And that wasn't even the worst of it. The other effect of this seated position was with Aria's tits, primarily their prodigious, weighty nature and the resulting obscenity. With her head slid almost all the way down the chair's backboard, Aria naturally smothered herself. Her melons, and their complimentary orange-sized caps, weighed down on her chest, her shoulders, her face, everything.
Most cam girls had to cut their faces out of the camera shot, or wear a mask to conceal their identities, but Aria Blaze had all the cover she needed right behind her own enormous udders.
She had her computer mouse in one hand, balanced on her thigh... It occurred to Adagio that Aria probably had a lot of practise doing it that way: using a computer must be a nightmare when every tap on the keyboard required making it past two constantly-there sandbags that wobbled at the slightest provocation.
... And her other hand... Scissors. Adagio's scissors. Currently halfway up the tattered remains of Aria's last shirt, slicing it to ribbons in such a way that her breasts would make the final split. The purple slob only needed to slice 50% or so of the way up her top, and then her tits would do the rest for her. It would be like expecting a piece of string to keep two bowling balls securely contained. Unfathomable.
Snip-snip. The scissors danced perilously closer to their goal... which was when Adagio noticed her bimbo buddy's computer screen for the first time. Or rather, the "LIVE" indicator in the corner of the feed.
“Aria, what the FUCK?!"
Looking closer, she soon realized Aria's game: a donation ticker had just clocked over to 1,000,000 won, and it looked like this was the prize. Exposed, fleshy, wobbling tits, totally uncovered by so much as a stitch of fabric, free for legions of horny followers to stare at to their heart's content. And with that one, last fatal snip, the last few strands of fabric were already starting to fray, failing in their task of even remotely restraining Aria Blaze's massive, eye-wateringly huge rack, of preventing those teats from hanging out completely, swaying into the annals of the internet's most-watched videos of all time. One million views? She'd clear that in a week. Too bad she'd be too much in jail to appreciate it.
Really, this sort of thing had never been an issue back in Equestria.
Adagio lunged forwards, her eyes rooted to that "End Broadcast" button. Their final hope.
Of course, it didn't quite work out how she'd planned. She tripped halfway there, her feet abruptly pulled out from under her, and the rest of the journey to Aria's computer completed while sailing through the air. She came down on her bosom buddy hard, knocking both of them sideways, spilled out onto the target. With a final triumphant rip, Aria's shirt gave up the ghost, releasing mountains of cleavage... just in time for Adagio to face-plant into them with all the alacrity of a frat boy and then some. All it was missing was the drool.
Adagio groaned, not quite sure where she'd ended up, knowing only that it was a kind of marshmallowy softness she thought she'd left behind in the magical realm of colorful cartoon ponies. Such plushness and comfort was usually found only in fresh, unused pillows at a department store, still crisp and fluffy, but these enormous blobs of bulging bounciness also squished and gave, molding to her cheeks and fingers as any attempt to free herself was met with a deep indentation into the warm flesh. It was tempting to just keep her head here forever, buried in the gelatinous depths of such pliant and pleasing warmth.
But the longer she stayed there, the more Adagio twigged to what was going on. Opening her eyes confirmed that she was face down in two heaving globes of purple-toned flesh, sloshing and juicy with audible adipose and meaty mammaries that batted her around her ears at the slightest provocation. But just because those tits were soothing to be buried between didn't mean their owner was as accommodating.
"Epic fail, Adagio... Way to go..." groaned Aria. "That was going to be my big break."
"Your big break? Everyone was going to see these!" groaned Adagio, slapping Aria's pumpkins with enough force to set them rippling from side to side only to feel her wrists quickly strain at the sheer weight and inertia of them. She resorted to molesting and grasping them like a woman possessed, as only the most uninhibited of breast fanatics could ever hope to match, desperately trying to assert control and dominance over those rebellious udders even as she would need five more pairs of hands just to contain one boob. She wrapped her fingers around those palm-filling areolae with a technique dairy farmers would be envious of. "You can't just show your bare breasts like that!"
"Bare...? What are you talking about...?"
Adagio lost her train of thought for a moment and leaned back slightly, properly taking in Aria's breasts. Obviously, it took some time. Even for someone who wasn’t falling into the usual pit-trap of lovingly admiring every delicious inch, Adagio still got lost a few times trying to find what Aria referred to.
She spotted them in the end, though: Sonata’s Cheesy Chips stickers, each about the size of a fist, each just as proudly proclaiming their product’s deliciousness as the other, swam up into focus. Adagio had promised them ‘exposure’, sure, but this wasn’t what she’d had in mind.
The two fist-sized adhesive surfaces were the only things preserving Aria’s modesty at the moment, and they did a pair job of it at that! She had precariously strained each flimsy advertisement over the top of each meaty nip-nop like a little hat, or more like a pair of coasters intended to keep two fat tumbler glasses from spilling. The mixture of fluids staining their undersides had already reduced their integrity to that of tissue paper, and they looked ready to slip-slide off those crenellated caps at any moment, flaunting the juicy heart-pink flesh beneath.
Aria pouted, pressing her fingertips together. "I just wanted to promote some shit like Sonata does! Not like I was going to be totally naked… at first."
“This is your idea of covering up? Just when I think I’ve seen the most dizzying heights of stupidity, you two manage to prove me wrong!”
And that was how Aria Blaze’s short-lived streaming career came to an end... but not before germinating the seeds of entirely different ideas altogether.
