The Pink Circle: Fetish Soldier

"Steady... Steady..." Paul practically bit his tongue as he tilted the box of cereal.

The cardboard lid opened and the dry meal flowed out and into the bowl below. The crackling of several hundred little pieces crashing against the ceramic of the dish bounced around the kitchen's walls, the sounds ricocheting everywhere like music notes.

When the bowl was almost filled to the brim, Paul breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly and carefully lowered the box down onto the kitchen counter. A nasty spillage had been averted, unlike last time.

"There!" Paul sighed, satisfied with the amount of the sugary snack that he had provided for himself.

With his dish now full of something yummy to ingest and the box safely placed upon the countertop, Paul found himself looking at the small bowl of cereal. It wasn't with happy anticipation however, but rather with grumbling frustration. He looked over the crunchy meal with a look of uncertainty in his eyes. It was filled with one of his favorite morning brand, Fruity Oats. A flavorful helping of sugar that likely didn't improve your health much. But it tasted good, so why not? Fuck it.

But getting that delicious, sugary goodness into the bowl was a hassle and a half for Paul. It had to have been difficult for the dweeb, given his current predicament due to his own incompetence. A pair of bandaged hands would make any situation difficult to complete, even basic ones like pouring cereal into your container of choice. Poor Paul had the misfortune of grabbing a fire hot tray of food out of the oven almost completely barehanded, with predictable results. Not one of the best ideas he ever had. The oven mitts had deteriorated from use and the man had thought that a basic cloth would protect him from injury. He was dead wrong.

Now here he was with a case of burnt palms, wrapped up in bandages that left his hands all messed up. Basic shit like pouring cereal was a pain to pull off, but that wasn't all. Using the remote to change the channel, driving himself around town, all that stuff. He had nobody around to give him a hand, literally as it turned out. Fluttershy had been gone for quite some time and he was in this with only his intuition to assist him. Paul was going to have to do this stuff himself, like the big boy that he was!

As Paul looked over his bowl of breakfast fun, he looked over toward the table on the other side of the kitchen. He doubted he would be able to carry it the whole way from the counter to the table without spilling it all over himself. He could also completely forget about adding milk either. If pouring this stuff in was putting his agility to the test, then he didn't want to even know how milk pouring would go.

"Well, eating at the counter isn't too bad..." Paul shrugged as he turned back to look at his bowl of Fruity Oats. Eating here wasn't exactly an exciting prospect to him, but it would have to do.

The man then brought his attention to what he needed next. His spoon! He reached over to open the drawer of utensils to grab himself a shiny, silver spoon that he could use to feed himself with. Paul grunted as he tried to reach for one of the many spoons buried within the confines of the drawer with his bandaged hand fighting him the whole way. The burns still tinged his nerves as his fingers slightly raised in an effort to grab the utensil. Finally, his glorified glove managed to pick one up.

"Gotcha!" Paul cheered in success! It was the small victories that kept his spirit high.

Paul brought the spoon up carefully, his grin wide in excitement to finally fill his belly. That grin was just as quickly wiped off his face. The spoon, not held very well with what little friction there was thanks to the bandages, slipped from his covered hand like it was buttered up. A look of horror washed over him as he saw it fall towards the floor below.

It all happened in slow motion, an action movie overindulging in its cinematography. The silver spoon twisted and turned within the air, flipping to and fro, never to be held again. In that minute. Finally, it crashed into the floor below with a loud *clink, clink*, signifying his failure to keep the precious tool on his person.

Paul looked down at the spoon as it sat upon the floor, annoyance and disappointment hitting him like a freight train. Even a basic act like this was out of reach for him, literally. He wanted nothing more than to be able to use his hands for their full potential again. Why did the human body take so long to heal? It wasn't fair! The man simply sighed in dejection as his disappointment filled his body.

"Man, I wish Fluttershy was here." Paul shook his head. She always made life a little easier for him.

His girlfriend had been gone for a few days without so much as a goodbye or kiss on the cheek. He hadn't seen her in a week, but it felt like a year since she last appeared. When he had previously seen her, she was studying in class, looking as gorgeous as the day he met her. That flowing pink hair always warmed him up. Her gentle personality and a love for everything that breathed did too. She made him feel safe and loved with an energy that very few girls could match. If she was here, this situation he found himself in would've been a whole lot easier.

He did find it rather strange that he didn't see her at all on campus though. She wasn't exactly a social butterfly, but she was not the type to stay inside either. She was an outdoorsy type of girl after all. He was in the hospital for a few days so that might've explained why he hadn't seen her much, but still! Paul hoped that she wasn't hanging around Klein again though. That pervert was always trying to get into her pants, and succeeded more often than he should've! Fluttershy was too good natured to be used by a man like him for sex. She didn't deserve that.

Then, like a genie making a wish come true, Paul heard a knock at his door. This perked the man up quite a bit, his body startled by the sudden noise. He turned around to look at the door of his dorm room, the knocking being followed by a familiar, soft, feminine voice.

"Paul, are you home?" It was Fluttershy! His beautiful, one of a kind loving girl! Clearly some deity was looking out for him today.

"Fluttershy!" Paul exclaimed with surprise and shock. He was so eager to see her again! "Yes! Come in!"

Paul quickly turned to try and pick up his spoon. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his girlfriend like this. He wasn't sure if she had heard about his accident, but he wanted to put on a brave face and at least give off the impression that he could take care of himself, even with his little grabbers so badly hurt.

As he kneeled down, he could hear his door creak open. The sound of heavy boots cracking against the floor. Fluttershy typically wore more soft shoes that made her look humble and definitely did not dominate the human ear like these did. Paul assumed she must've bought new, more heavy shoes while she was away. She wasn't much of a fashion nut like some of the other students, but she had a sense of style too.

"I'm sorry I didn't call, Paul. This whole week has just been the craziest!!" Fluttershy spoke as she entered the room. Her voice sounded of genuine shame, though Paul would never hold such things against her.

"It's no problem, I know you have alot going on in your life now." Paul stated as he carefully grabbed his spoon again. It would be good to hear her voice again. It was like honey to him.

"Yes, lots of big life changes." Fluttershy responded behind him. He still hadn't seen her, but she was creeping up close to him judging by those crashing boot soles. "I can't wait to tell you all about them!!"

"Heh, well, I can't wait to hear about them too." Paul stood up, spoon in hand, and turned around to face his girl and properly greet her. It was rude of him to not face her to begin with, but the girl would never hold such a thing against someone she cared about. "So, what sort of channnngg......" Paul drifted off his words as he finally saw his girlfriend and what she wore.

Fluttershy was standing before her boyfriend in the skimpiest, naughtiest, most sexual outfit Paul had ever seen her wear! That dress, those boots, those gloves, that hat! Her tits were almost overflowing out of the neckline of this dress. In fact, calling it a neckline was false advertising! That was a breastline if anything!! And her legs? Dear god, how exposed were her legs?? He had rarely seen her wear anything as short as a miniskirt and here she was with 90% of her thigh exposed?? What in the world was she wearing??

Fluttershy had a gleaming smile on her face, though her expression changed to something similar to Paul's as she looked down at his hands. Her lipstick coated mouth dropped to a frown when she saw his injuries reveal themselves to her. Fluttershy's precious blue eyes went wide as she saw how bandaged her man's little claws were since she had been away. He had clearly hurt himself badly and the spoon he was holding was on the verge of escaping his grip despite having just been picked up!

"What happened to you??!!" Both Paul and Fluttershy said in unison, their minds both on the same track, the trains colliding in a furious fire of love confusion.

The duo stared at one another in shock for a couple brief seconds. To see each other's physical states after a simple week of being separated from one another was a shock to their core. Paul with his injuries and Fluttershy with her pornographic appearance. To have such a sight bash them both in the face metaphorically made duo's minds go momentarily blank! Luckily, Fluttershy was the first to break the ice.

"Goodness! Sorry for interrupting you." The wobbly boobed babe said, as sheepish as always. She was too innocent for her own good. What wasn't so innocent was how her titties jiggled when she hopped on the back of her heels in response to the sight of her boyfriend. "You go first, Paul."

"Okay, right." Paul stumbled over his words as he stared down his half naked girlfriend. He tried to find the right words, but it was difficult when he had so much masturbatory flesh invading his line of sight. "My hands, they... Uh... What the hell are you wearing??"

Paul had forgone explaining what had occurred to him within the previous days to instead focus on the girl. How could he not? He could tell that she would dominate any room that she walked into. She'd be the apple of everyone's eye as they tried and failed to stare at her precious blue eyes. Paul was a gentleman and would never lower himself to ogling his girlfriend like some sort of object, but this outfit of hers wasn't making it easy for him.

"My outfit? Oh! Didn't I send you a picture of it?!" Fluttershy jumped when the realization hit her, the boots clacking against the ground as she did. It didn't help Paul's sanity when her boobs gyrated with the jump along with her either.

"Maybe?! This week has been crazy for me too." Paul looked her over, his mind unable to process this whole thing. How was this his girl? The Fluttershy that he knew a year ago would never touch clothing like this with a ten foot pole.

"I believe I mentioned that I was buying a new outfit over the phone a few days ago, right?" Fluttershy's memory of the event was pretty blurry considering that she was getting doggystyled by the best dick in the world at the time. "I think I sent you a picture too, don't you remember?"

"You did, yes. But I thought you were buying something not so..." Paul trailed off again. It was like every second his eyes registered what they saw, his brain shut down again.

"Revealing? I understand your concern, Paul. I had the same thought when I first tried it on." Fluttershy raised her gloved hand over her mouth as she gave an adorable laugh.

"Where did you get this and... what the heck are you even supposed to be?" Paul was in need of clarification on these details. As if explicit outfits that would get you an indecent exposure charge wasn't enough, her clothes looked particularly strange.

"Oh! I'm a military commander!" Fluttershy exclaimed with a happy cheer. Then, she remembered to get into the character of a lovable, if skimpy, soldier. "Salute, comrade Paul!" Fluttershy raised her arm to perform the aforementioned salute.

If this was some sort of romantic comedy, Paul could hear the record scratch already. She looked like a slut, and that wasn't a good thing in his eyes. Her huge, fat tits were only just barely being held back by the dress's material and her legs? God, that dress did absolutely fucking nothing at hiding any of that thigh fat! He didn't even want to think about her ass and how likely it was that you'd get a full moon if her hair wasn't so long. Fluttershy saluting Paul like this with so much skin exposed felt insanely weird to him given how conservative she always was with her style of dress and attitude!

"Please don't call me 'comrade', Fluttershy." Paul nervously looked away in embarrassment. The term felt weird to hear coming out of her mouth.

"Oh, sorry Paul. Just getting into character, you know?" Fluttershy lowered her hand and wrapped them behind her back. Normally, it would be cute for a girl to do that. With Fluttershy, it made her outrageous tits jut out even further!

"I can see that." Paul gulped hard as he saw what his girl had become. "Aren't you a pacifist though? Isn't dressing like you're in the army go against your worldview?"

The irony was quite strong as Paul pointed out. Fluttershy would never lay a finger on anyone, no matter how mean or hostile they were. She loved all things, all animals, life was extremely precious in her eyes. Despite all of that though, she was now dressed as a military commander, albeit an extremely hot one. It wasn't exactly the most peace loving thing to dress up as for a hippie such as her.

"Oh! I would never support actual violence, Paul." Fluttershy held her gloved hand to her mouth as she hopped in surprise. The usual, squishy parts of her generous curvature followed the movement to a suit. "I just like the aesthetic that this look has. Such authority! I've never experienced such authority before."

Fluttershy tried acting cute, but being a girl whose body weight was primarily located in the chest, back end and thigh region, it made it hard to take her seriously. Any authority she would likely gain in this state was over a guy's reproductive system. For a girl who wouldn't hurt a germ, she looked like she was ready to make several million little lives perish after introducing herself to the next guy she met.

"I suppose that's cool..." Paul trailed off as words tried to form in his head. While he was happy that she was exploring new outfit opportunities, he had wished she didn't choose the one outfit most likely to force an orgasm out of any cock that loved feminine curves. "Why did you buy it? The outfit I mean."

"Well, it's a bit of a long story, but Klein said I need to embrace my femininity more and that society makes girls wear covering clothes to suppress that." Fluttershy explained with a joyous tone. Fluttershy produced smiles both with her attitude and with her ridiculous sex appeal. "So he bought me this!"

"K-Klein??" The name was enough to make Paul's stomach almost turn inside out.

"Yep! He's so sweet. A bit crude with his words, but he means well." The girl said gleaming with cheer. She looked so cute in the face, her big wide eyes full of sparkling happiness. That was counterbalanced by her dirty looks that made cocks ache.

"Fluttershy! I don't know if you should be hanging out with him." Paul responded, his eyes fighting to stay connected to her face. Her tits were like magnets that even his eyes couldn't resist. "I've heard stuff about him. Inappropriate things."

"Oh, don't be silly. He's wonderful!" The girl brushing off the concern with a toss of her hand. She had to raise it a little higher than a regular girl would've, lest she accidentally slapped her udders in the process. "Anyway, he bought me this really cool outfit. It was a little embarrassing to wear at first, but I've come to really like it!"

Fluttershy looked down at the skimpy attire that she wore and rocked. The innocent smile on her face made her intoxicatingly adorable in ways that could drive men crazy. With a fluid movement of her arm, she playfully grabbed the edge of the dress and raised it in a cute and endearing manner. Well, she found it cute anyway. Many of the guys at the college would find themselves pitching several inch long tents in their pants just by seeing her in this attire, never mind her doing sexy poses in it. Fluttershy, as it turned out, was the queen of making guys sex obsessed perverts by simply existing and acting like herself.

That said, Paul was a lot more concerned with what he was seeing compared to the way she viewed herself. The boyfriend was mortified that Fluttershy was exposing EVEN MORE thigh than she already had available just by standing still. The girl looked obscene to the eye dressed in this ridiculously oversexualized costume. For a girl that prided herself in displaying the image of peace and nature, she definitely had the kind of look that wouldn't be allowed on public television. He could only imagine just that Klein had said to convince her to wear this.

"Goodness gracious. How long have you been wearing it??" Paul replied with concern. He hoped that it wasn't something that she had worn all week.

"I got it last week." Fluttershy quickly responded, still checking herself out.

That got Paul to feel incredibly pale. Guys on campus already went crazy for his girlfriend, lusting after her, desiring her, wanting to bang her. The last thing he needed was Fluttershy giving them even more material to help kick off their nightly wank fantasies, but that appeared to be the case from what he could see. What was worse is that judging by her attitude, she saw nothing wrong with any of this! She was too busy looking herself over as if the outfit was some delightful, pretty dress, rather than the risque, immodest apparel that it really was.

"W-Well, at least you don't wear this in public. Right?" Paul gave an embarrassed giggle as he played off his nervousness for having a girlfriend that dressed this way. He hoped she would confirm what he said. He hoped. He hoped. He HOPED.

"Oh, uh, actually..." Fluttershy spun her big eyes in his direction. "I've been wearing this in public all week. The others really seem to like it! The teachers not so much though."

Paul felt as though a black hole had formed within his body and was about to suck him up from the inside out. Did she just say that? She was in public for a whole week wearing that? There was no way that was true! Fluttershy was a sweet girl, a woman of nature. She gave off a vibe of wholesomeness that touched everything she saw and did. To wear *this* in public willingly? There had to be a mistake somewhere.

"What?!" Paul's body became hard as wood. For once, a male wasn't stiffening up at Fluttershy due to her melons and booty. "P-Public?? All week??!"

"Oh yes! Don't worry, dearie." Fluttershy knew Paul too well and could see the concern in his voice, and especially on his face. "I know it's very revealing, but you don't need to fret."

Fluttershy was so casual about appearing mostly naked for all the viewing pleasure of men everywhere. Paul would've really preferred if she had gone back to her original state of dress rather than taking the most X-Rated option available. The only way this could be worse is if she just walked around town fully in the buff! Then, Paul reconsidered his position. Fluttershy would've been LESS risque nude! This outfit drew attention to all her most prized curves and made her look downright pornographic. Even outright nudity couldn't compare!

"Oh man. All week..." Paul tried rubbing his head as his mind turned itself into a pretzel. Although even the thoughts of dozens of guys seeing his girlfriend in such naughty clothing couldn't hide his discomfort when the pain in his hand returned due to said rubbing.

"Oh, but Paul! What happened to your hands?!" Fluttershy broke away from telling her story of apparel adventuring to ask him about his injuries. His uncomfortable expression just made her more curious, in all the wrong ways. "Did you hurt yourself? I hope you're okay!"

"Oh! I kinda did, yes." Paul snapped out of his feminine blinding trance to look down at his bandaged hands, realizing that he had yet to tell her what happened to him. "Sorry, I zoned out for a second there."

"Oh no! What happened?" Fluttershy rubbed her cheek as a look of soft anguish washed over her soft eyes and mouth. Her face was so soft, even cheek rubbing had an air of arousal to it.

"Well, eh, I was trying to do more cooking, you know? To try and take the workload off of you. So I bought a casserole to try and put my skills to the test and, well, the oven mitts weren't up to snuff." Paul told the embarrassing story to his girl. Cooking might not have been one of his strong suits, but he was always eager to learn new things.

"Aww, that's so nice of you to do, Paul." Fluttershy blushed a warm look of endearment. To know Paul would do that for her was certainly quite nice of him, a little romantic even.

"Yeah, it would've been if I didn't think using a hand cloth would've been a good replacement." Paul's eyes looked to the side as his mouth tilted. In hindsight, he should've known that such a ridiculous idea would always result in failure. Seriously, how could he have been that stupid?

"Oh no!" Fluttershy's look of worry quickly returned when she heard the embarrassing admission. "You picked it up almost barehanded?"

"As you can see." Paul outstretched his arms, his injury quite apparent. "The last few days have been quite hard."

"Aww, Paul." Fluttershy couldn't bear to leave Paul unloved after such a horrible accident. She quickly leaned in and gave her boyfriend a big hug that engulfed him entirely.

Paul went wide eyed as Fluttershy embraced him right there. He had hugged and been hugged by her plenty of times, so the squish of her enormous rack against his chest didn't phase him too much. What did phase him was how much of that booby skin was touching him right now! She always wore sweaters, but her near topless nature meant he got a lot of direct skin contact with her orbs. Any other guy would have the mother of all boners right now, but Paul was too much of a gentleman for that.

"If I knew you were hurt, I would've come over much sooner. I'm sooooo sorry." Fluttershy exclaimed with a sad tone of voice. She had the soul of an angel for a girl that the pearly gates would potentially reject for being too sinful looking.

As she hugged him tight, the material of this tiny, miniscule dress became apparent to Paul. The way it glistened off the lighting shining in through the window already told him that it was made from something exotic. Once she wrapped her arms around his body, the squeaks of the outfit told him what he suspected. It was latex!

"It's alright, Fluttershy. I've been getting by just fine-ish." Paul blushed at her affection. "Uhm, is this... latex?"

Fluttershy perked up when Paul asked the question, her apologetic nature quickly vanished. Instead, she was now alert, ready to answer his pondering with a playful tone of voice. She released her tight embrace against him and took a step back so that she could better show off her new clothes with joy. Once upon a time, she'd be too embarrassed to talk about her state of dress. Now she was an exhibitionist!

"Oh, yes! I've never really worn latex before, but it feels very nice on my skin." Fluttershy ran her hand along her arm lovingly, taking in the sensation through her glove.

"That's, err, nice?" Paul was really hesitant to encourage her further with her gettup. He'd much rather she wear more normal clothes like she always used to. "What about your sweater? Are you certain it was made of real sheep's wool, like you said? You're always so careful with your clothing choices and it would be a shame if you didn't continue wearing it."

Fluttershy looked away from her arm and brought her attention up to Paul when he asked the question. It was innocent on his part, but the circumstances that led to her abandoning the shirt were anything but. Klein getting his cock molded into a playful dildo had some collateral damage and her sweater had been the primary casualty, along with the millions of little beings that soaked into its fabric. But telling Paul any of that would be stupidly embarrassing for even a half naked vixen like her! With a sheepish grin, she gave a nervous chuckle as a heavy blush washed her face, her eyes darting to the bottom right.

"Uh, well, I think it's important to, you know, try different things in life." Fluttershy danced around the question of what happened to her iconic shirt, careful to not describe what had happened to the poor thing. By this point, her sweater was likely in a junkyard incinerator somewhere or still sitting drenched in the dried material of Klein's balls. Either way, she doubted she'd see that particular top again. "The sweater was lovely, but I think I really gel with this look."

"But Fluttershy, this outfit is so explicit! Like, I can't even put into words how 'adult' this looks on you!" Paul tried to talk sense into her. He loved her and would stay by her side through thick and thin, but he preferred if she didn't look ready to command an army of sex addicts in the process. "This looks like something you would buy at some sort of porn store or sex shop!"

"I mean, we did buy it at a porn store." Fluttershy shrugged her shoulders, her milk orbs gyrating with the subtle movement of her body. "That place downtown, 'Between The Hills' I think it was called."

"Wait, you went to an adult store too??" Paul could hardly believe what he was hearing, never mind seeing. Fluttershy was never the type to step foot in such a depraved place. It wasn't her thing!

"I did! I never thought I would go there since sex shops were never really my thing, but Klein brought me in and it was actually really fun!" Fluttershy gleamed as she recollected the events that led to her becoming the new local beat off material.

"Oh gosh..." Paul shook his head when he heard the news. Of course Klein dragged her soft plushy ass to such a place. Every time his name was dropped like that, the simple 'K' word was like a brown note to the pipsqueak.

"Klein was so nice to buy this for me. He really cares about his friends, me especially! I hope I can repay him soon." Fluttershy had a bright connection with both of her male buddies, loving them dearly as the close friends they were. Klein tended to be more close to her than he had any right to be, and that sickened Paul to his stomach. "But I really want your opinion. Do you like it, Paul?"

With that, Fluttershy flaunted her looks towards her boyfriend once again, the inner slut that she encapsulated so perfectly constantly slipping out. Like a majestic harem dancer performing for her king, Fluttershy spun around on one foot so that Paul could get a glance at all of her curves, her heeled boot not impeding her in the slightest!

As she spun her figure, Fluttershy's long, pink hair swayed to the side, accidentally revealing the treasure of booty that hid behind it. Paul had seen so much of her body already due to the miniscule nature of the outfit, so he should've expected that a handful of ass coming into view was inevitable. Yet even with that in mind, he was still nearly given an aneurysm when his eyes glanced downward and saw that her green latex dress did not appear to extend over her backend! Her ass was hanging out in full, a full moon if there ever was one! It wasn't like her dress was hiked up either, the thing was just naturally that small and her ass that naturally fat!

"F-Fluttershy?!!" Paul almost choked on his words. "How small are your panties?!!"

Fluttershy stopped spinning and her ridiculous bust wobbled to a calm state. Her smile, once crisp and golden, had now tilted downward in confusion when she heard him respond in such a panicked manner to her showcase. Paul's question was a hard hitting one and it quickly registered within her head what he had just freaked out over. Her naked ass! Unfortunately, Fluttershy doubted he'd be excited to hear her answer about the panties, or lack thereof.

"Oh, uhm, well, I'm not wearing any..." Fluttershy blushed as she looked away and shrugged her shoulders. The look on her maw combined with her body language could be best described as an embarrassing 'What are you gonna do?'

That was literally the worst possibility that he could've heard in that moment. This dress, this outfit as a whole, was sexual to the core. But the fact that she was commando with absolutely nothing to protect her privates from the peering eyes of perverts everywhere was nothing short of horrific! This was a girl who once upon a time would only wear skirts that went down to her shins. Now, she worked this dress that was so miniscule that she would flash her ass and pussy if she so much as leaned on a railing!!

"You're... not wearing any?" Paul gulped down the words as the pit within his body grew stronger. "This... this outfit doesn't come with...?"

"No undergarments, Paul." Fluttershy shook her head negatively, her boobs swaying with her. "It's so that I can feel more comfortable with my body and be in tune with it. I was pretty embarrassed at first, but I'm working through it steadily."

Paul was starting to turn whiter than all of the cum that was spilt to his partner this far combined! If the suggestive nakedness of the outfit hadn't put him off yet, the potential explicit nudity certainly did! This was getting out of control and he knew that she only thought this crazy stuff because of Klein. It sickened him to know that a guy like Klein could just manipulate girls in such despicable ways.

"Steadily?! Fluttershy! You can't go out like that! It's too revealing and salacious!" Paul whined in the hope that she would see reason. "You're going to get arrested or called out or... I don't want you getting into trouble!!"

"Don't worry, honey! You're panicking too much." Fluttershy leaned forward to calm him down, but her cleavage was just too damn prominent! "I''m a big girl. I can handle myself, clothed or nude. I want to make females everywhere feel safe as themselves."

"Shy, sex shops aren't safe! Perverts tend to roam there, and the guys on campus already look at you in, uhm, funny ways." Paul tried to appeal to his girlfriend's crazy life choices. "You don't want girls thinking that places like those, or outfits like yours are good things to try."

"Klein was with me the whole time, so I was safe. No need to worry about creeps, Paul." Fluttershy tried to ease her boyfriend's worries, but the more she said the 'K' word, the more Paul's gut sank. "And while you're right about, uhm, adult stores, I think women need more role models similar to what I'm doing now. Klein helped me see that and I want to go good stuff for all the girls out there!"

Klein keeping Fluttershy safe was one of the worst things that she could say. Paul had a good idea of what exactly that perverts' idea of "safe" was when it came to his girlfriend. Probably keeping her wrapped around his body as close as he could under the guise of safety, only to grab her plush assets whenever he wanted. The only safe thing Klein ever had with Fluttershy was having her on the pill to prevent any brats from ruining his love life with her!

"Man, you visiting a sex shop was NOT what I was expecting to hear today." Paul repeated what had already been said. He needed to try and make sense of all this, but he could barely comprehend it!

Klein had to have corrupted his girl pretty badly for her to ever fathom going to a place like that and to dress like this. He had known her long enough to be aware of how much she would never step foot in a place if given the choice. She had grown up with loving parents, a loving group of friends and moderately wealthy. Why dress like such a slut if she had every reason in the world not to?

"It's okay, Paul. It was so fun!" The girl clapped her hands together in joy. She hopped on her toes like a giddy schoolgirl, her tata's bouncing along with her. "I got to try on this new outfit, I met this cool girl who works there and Klein helped me make the outfit really snug! We even got something special made for Klein too!"

Paul was really starting to feel heavy in the stomach area as his girlfriend went on and on about her visit to the store. When he heard that Klein had "helped" her change into her new clothes, Paul immediately felt suspicion about what had really occurred during the visit. Ever since that photoshoot in the woods that she had participated in, Paul had been skeptical of anything she did with Klein.

"Please don't tell me Klein actually went into the changing room with you?" Paul asked with worried concern. A bead of sweat rolled down his head as he awaited her answer.

"Of course not! I got changed in private, silly!" Fluttershy brushed away his concern with her hand. What a silly question! Now, if he asked about when she and Klein were 'admiring' her new look together in said changing room, then he'd get a different response. "You always worry so much when I'm with Klein."

Paul grumbled. Klein was such a creep, always peeping on girls like he did. He had a thing for Fluttershy especially, and Paul knew exactly why. Fluttershy was the curviest, most voluptuous girl on campus, in the whole town in fact! Any guy with a dick that liked big knockers would naturally gravitate towards those moons. Klein was simply just the type to gain access to them with ease like he was some sort of 'boob whisperer' or something!

It didn't help either that Paul felt as though some dirt of 'rivalry' was going on between him and the sex addict. He felt like Klein was trying to steal the girl away from him ever since the day she was handing out those feminist flyers. She had gone from a wholesome and well meaning girl who loved basic things like animals and sunsets into this, a skimpy, raunchy sex addict who dressed like a stripper and probably saw more cock than a chicken at sunrise.

"I just think Klein is, well, that he's a bad influence on you." Paul responded back with the brutal truth delivered in a somewhat soft way. Fluttershy considered Klein a friend, but Paul didn't want him taking advantage of her anymore than he already had.

"A bad influence?" Fluttershy raised her eyebrow, unaware of her half naked state being the result of Klein's own perverse actions. She was too innocent to look so perverted. "What do you mean, Paul?"

"It's like, the Fluttershy that I knew would never dress like this." Paul shook his head in disapproval as he looked at her once more. "The stuff that Klein had been saying to you has gotten into your head. What happened to the lovable flower girl who fought for female rights?"

"I still do that, Paul. It's just in a different way." Fluttershy tried to get her boyfriend to see reason, though it was difficult to get through to him with her tits jiggling about. "People are terrified of letting the female form be seen and I'm helping change that."

"By getting naked? That's not the way, Fluttershy." Paul would've softly touched her shoulders in reassurance if his hands weren't so injured. "Klein just wants to see you nude so he can, you know, do 'things' to you."

Fluttershy paused for a minute as she entered deep into thought. As she recollected the week's crazy events, she took note of Klein's actions towards her and the things that he would say to her whenever she was near him. Paul had a point when he said that Klein would get it on with her fairly often. It had occurred more than once that she found herself wiping his male gunk off her lips more than she would care to admit. After all, it almost felt like she had seen the man's pole and the goop that it expelled more than her own boyfriend's face!

But she knew Klein, or assumed that she did anyway. Something about the way he phrased his words and had such conviction in his tone signalled to her that Klein meant well, even if he had to drain his balls over her face every now and then. He wanted to help her fight for female empowerment and he had done so much for her already! Girls in the modern day were too stuck up when it came to displaying their bodies, and a little liberation honestly couldn't hurt in her eyes.

"Klein can be touchy sometimes, but he has the best interests for the school in mind." Fluttershy thought she knew Klein very well, the key word being 'thought'. "I know you haven't exactly been friends with him." She sheepishly looked down to her left.

This much was true. The boyfriend wasn't exactly thrilled by Klein's existence and how his life had been run by him. Whether it was getting photos of his girlfriend hanging out in the forest with a rather large sausage in her face or Paul being naked and surrounded by his peers, seeing the suspected sausage up close before it erupted all over his face, it felt like Klein was always trying to find a new way to humiliate the pitiful boy endlessly.

After all, it was Paul who had snagged the best genetic jackpot girl the campus had to offer! Yet she remained untouched by his ball batter, not so much as a handjob had been done to his weak noodle by her. The opposite spectrum was that of Klein's infamous load, which had graced Fluttershy's eyes so many times that if it were placed alongside other cumshots belonging to other studs, she could likely tell Klein's apart just based on its color and viscosity!

"You can say that again." Paul tilted his mouth a little as he thought about that guy and what he'd likely be doing right now. Probably balls deep in some honey elsewhere. "I just, you know, worry sometimes like you said."

"But why, Paul?" Fluttershy asked, the sincerity in her voice being able to calm even the angriest of individuals. Of course, Paul wasn't angry. He never could be, not with her. But that didn't change his level of concern for her either.

"I worry because, well..." Paul was thinking about how to phrase things to his girlfriend. He knew that Fluttershy considered the pervert a friend, but that didn't exactly change just how much of a pervert Klein was either. "I worry because I feel like..."

Fluttershy listened with an honest ear. She could tell that something was troubling Paul quite a lot with how much time she was spending with Klein. The idea of male jealousy bounced around in her mind as a reason for his concern. It was pretty common for guys to get green eyed whenever their partners hung out with other men. Still, she waited to see what his response was before she would speak again.

"Sometimes I feel like you enjoy Klein's company more than mine." Paul grumbled like a grumpy old man as he crossed his bandaged hands.

He finally admitted it to her. A worrying concern that had been rooting itself within him for quite some time. The two lovebirds used to spend all day together, they were practically inseparable! But since that cock on legs had butted into their lives, the pink haired vixen was spending almost every waking hour by HIS side now. No time for ol' Paul anymore.

When Fluttershy heard that admission, a fairly heavy pang of guilt swept through her. She had been so caught up in trying to make life better for women everywhere that she had neglected Paul's needs! Here he was hurting himself for her, and she had paid him almost no mind! As a girl who prided herself on kindness, that hit pretty hard.

"Paul! No, you're the only one for me." She quickly leaned inward with concern on her face. Hard to notice when her wobble was so noticeable. "Klein is my friend, but you're my special guy."

"But you hang out with him so often. More often than me. And he buys you that ridiculously revealing outfit and you look so happy in it." Paul looked the girl up and down again. "It just kinda feels like, you know, you enjoy his company more."

The boyfriend still could not believe her state of dress. It still felt like yesterday that he went to the movies with her while she was adorned in that cute, yellow sweater of hers and that wonderful, brown skirt. Both exemplified her curves, but she still had an aura of innocence with them on. Not with this uniform on.

"I know you feel like Klein is stealing my attention away from you, Paul. But I love you. I love you so much." Fluttershy placed her hands on his shoulders, her fleshy orbs gyrating in front of his eyes. "I don't want you to feel sad. I want to make you happy."

Paul looked at his girlfriend with a little bit of a frown. He'd be lying to himself if he said that he believed her 100%. He heard the rumors and saw the pictures. His girlfriend was crazy for cock and Klein was supplying it strongly. He couldn't imagine that the alpha douche would've been able to keep it in his pants with his girlfriend looking like this!

But Fluttershy wanted to comfort him the best that she could right now. Even as they both stood in this kitchen, her looking like a wet dream come to life and him a sheepish weakling of a person, Fluttershy felt as though it was her duty to keep her boyfriend happy and safe. He was clearly concerned for their relationship status and it was her duty as a soldier to stop that battle from ending in failure.

"As for my outfit, I know it's very different from what I usually wear. VERY different." Fluttershy's hands slid away from Paul's shoulders slowly. "It feels so comfy and liberating though, and it gives me such immense power that I never had before! It's so hard to describe."

Fluttershy sounded so honest to Paul's ear about how much she felt empowered by what she wore. But even with her newfound self esteem, he couldn't get the very likely image out of his head that guys had likely been masturbating like crazy to her all week. Even if she felt like the most dominant girl in the world, that wasn't going to stop a gang of horny guys from rubbing one out! Or two. Or three.

"Isn't it embarrassing though? I mean, it's so small and you're a pretty, ahem, b-big girl..." Paul had to force himself to say it. He didn't want to be rude to his girlfriend by saying the wrong thing. After all, she WAS big, in all the areas that counted most! "Don't take this the wrong way, but you're kinda, you know, spilling out of your, ahem, top."

Even with a week's worth of time for her sloshers to get used to the latex fabric of the uniform, her udders still managed to almost spill out of the collar of the latex dress whenever the occasion came up. Soft breaths from her nose were enough to have these giant mounds gyrate in place and draw in every pair of eyes from city to city. A soft movement here, a noticeable bounce there, this rack was never subtle!

"I suppose they are busting out a little. I guess I hadn't really noticed." If there was any signal that the wholesome hippie girl was gone and the sexually liberated pornstar had taken her place, that was it. "I know it's not exactly the most, uhm, publicly decent outfit available, but I really like it!" Fluttershy's hand had begun to glide along her curvature again, getting a feel for the look. Her gloved hand hovered over her breast which squished slightly when she added even the slightest amount of pressure to it. Truly a divine goddess! "Please just give me a chance with it? I want to show how more assertive I've become thanks to Klein and his wonderful gift!"

"I mean, I want you to be happy and stuff, but what you're wearing right now kinda looks like what a stripper would wear!" Paul was amazed that she would be willing to defend this choice in clothing. "I hope that's not rude to say..."

Paul wasn't exactly incorrect with what he thought either. Adult establishments from New York to Los Angeles would be over the moon to have this pink haired ball drainer as one of their stage strutting employees. The money that they would make as this walking orgasm treated that stripper pole like it was a guy's pocket rocket would have the club in the seven digit range by the end of the year!

"It's okay, dear. I guess you're right on the stripper part. I can see the, ahem, resemblance to a exotic dancer." Fluttershy looked down at her skimpy gettup once again. "I would never work as one though!! I have more dignity than that." The silliness of her statement combined with her apparel was not lost on the boy.

Fluttershy wanted Paul to be reassured that she would never betray him in any way, but that was getting harder to believe when she stood before him in her sperm spilling state. But she was cute as fuck and Paul couldn't take that away from her. He was just going to have to put her trust into her.

"I know you still have plenty of dignity in you. Hence why I think hanging out with Klein isn't a good idea." Paul exclaimed as he tried to grab his bowl of cereal, his grip being extremely poor. "He might take that last little bit away from you if you're not careful."

As Paul tried to juggle his dish of sugary goodness, it was clear that he was going to drop it. If he did, it was guaranteed that it would likely shatter upon hitting the floor. Large chunks of ceramic would sit within the pile of cereal as the food would scatter everywhere! Not a good timeline to be in, and Fluttershy wasn't going to allow that to happen!

"Careful Paul!!" Fluttershy warned as her boyfriend tried to grip the bowl tightly with slowly failing results.

His attempts to keep things steady and stable did not have much success, as his bandaged hands quickly affected his strength at carrying such a heavy dish. His grip worsened and the look of panic on Paul's face was unmatched! His hands trembled profusely as the bowl prepared to fall to the ground in a shower of sharp bits and pieces.

"Woah, no!!" Paul chirped as his grip faulted completely.

"Oh, Paul!!" Fluttershy yelped just as loud as he did when she quickly reached out to save the bowl.

With the reflexes of a cat, Fluttershy took a quick step forward, her sexually curvaceous leg acting as support for her spontaneous movement. Before it could suffer what gravity had in store for it, Fluttershy grabbed hold of the bowl with her glove-wrapped hands. Even with the colossal knockers weighing her down, Fluttershy kept her spry agility in check for times like this. Just in the nick of time too, as the bowl was less than an inch from tumbling out of his useless pair of grabbers and taking a long, hard fall towards the ground below.

Paul panicked on the inside as he slowly felt the dish slip from his bandaged up digits. He was similarly relieved when that horrific feeling was saved when his girl came to rescue him from the accident. He quickly steadied himself to keep his own agility stable and not make the situation worse. He was lucky to have such a helpful and caring girlfriend like the floozy he had courted. If not for her, he surely would've provided the kitchen with quite the mess otherwise!

"Ah! Darn it!" Paul bemoaned his near accident. He was lucky to have a woman this generous in his presence today.

"That was close!" Fluttershy's eyes lifted up from beneath the brim of her hat, a look of concern deep within them. "Maybe I should help you to the living room?"

Whenever Fluttershy visited his place in the morning, they'd typically spend time at the kitchen table and make small talk about whatever new was going on in their lives. The murmurs about what cute animals Fluttershy had helped at the local animal shelter or what accomplishments the Pink Circle had achieved for feminism everywhere. But today was not the day for such small talk. Paul was in a tizzy with his burned hands and his reaction to her new look was going to have his head spinning all day. He needed somewhere comfy to sit.

"That sounds good." Paul's voice cracked a little as he handled his bowl carefully. His ability to hold this thing was already doubted thanks to gravity.

"Alright, come along honey." The titsy girl helped her boyfriend along with a hand on his shoulder, a caring gesture as it were as they both retreated to the living room.

With the soldier vixen helping him along, the duo exited the kitchen with a slow, careful step and proceeded towards the living room beyond it. Fluttershy took care to help keep Paul's grip on his cereal bowl tight and solid. Their movements were relatively coordinated in speed and agility so as to keep the Fruity Oats from spilling over and creating the mother of all messes.

As they performed their slow walk, many thoughts flew within the girl's mind. A sense of guilt for the most part. Fluttershy felt so bad for not being there for Paul when he needed her most. She was so distracted by her adventures with Klein and Derpy that she had not given her boyfriend the attention he deserved, nor had she even discovered his burning mishap. Now that she knew how much trouble he was having in his day to day activities, she wanted to make it up to him in any way that she could.

While this was an opportunity for Fluttershy to make amends for leaving her boyfriend to fend for himself, it was so extremely embarrassing for Paul from his perspective. He might not have been the alpha stud like Klein was, but he was supposed to be the man in the relationship! The type that would treat Fluttershy like a princess, goodness knows she deserved that! Yet, despite it all, it was his girlfriend doing all the heavy lifting in the relationship, literally in more ways than one. The fact that even a damn bowl of cereal was too much for him to handle was really a blow to his sense of masculinity.

But what really did it for him was her sexuality. He could barely turn to look at her right now and not gaze downwards at the wobbling orbs that surely made it impossible for her to see her own feet! Fluttershy was never like this before, not before she met Klein. She was a wholesome girl, the type of girl you brought home to the parents. But how could his elders see his possible wife when she was dressed like an absolute slut? Even thinking the word made him feel dirty, but it was the truth!

Paul secretly cursed Klein for doing this to such a wonderful girl. Fluttershy had her whole life ahead of her and Paul.sae the potential that she carried within her. Yet, instead of focusing to become an expert on animal care and environmental studies, she was on her knees in the most indecent outfits and slurping on cocks. The ideas that Klein planted in her mind had rooted themselves pretty deeply!

Upon making it to the living room, Fluttershy escorted her man to the couch. She was like some sort of pervy body guard within this scenario. Reaching the tan furniture, she helped Paul sit the bowl of cereal down onto the coffee table before it. A soft *clink* went off as the ceramic was finally given a safe resting place upon the wood.

"There we go." Fluttershy softly cooed like a mother bird singing to her babies.

With the bowl now safe, Paul allowed gravity to take him away and he slumped down onto the couch. Fluttershy loosened her grip on Paul and allowed him to sit. Leaning back into the soft sofa, he allowed his hands to rest on his knees as he got comfortable. From where he sat, he had a clear visual of his bandaged appendages staring back at him. It didn't feel good.

"Thanks, Fluttershy." Paul looked up at her. He had a look of appreciation, but it was also clear that he would have done this himself if he could've.

"Your welcome, Paul." Fluttershy simply smiled down at him, her ginormous jugs making it hard for him to look up at her in the same way.

With that, Fluttershy sat down on the couch herself to join Paul. As she lowered her plump ass down upon it, the fabric became visually indented beneath her weight. She kept her legs together to keep a sense of ladylike standard, even if the outrageous thickness of her explicitly exposed thighs betrayed her wholesome intent. Fluttershy was always this heavy in all the areas that mattered, it was just genetics after all!

"I'm sorry I haven't been around more, Paul." Her tone carrying a hint of regret in it. She leaned in towards her boyfriend and her massive canisters aimed toward him from below the neck. "It's just that the past week has been so crazy! I've been so busy and learning new things. Doing new things too!"

"Ah, it's okay I guess." Paul responded a little dispondent as he eyed his cereal. His bandaged hand played with the spoon like a sad little boy. "I guess it's nice that you're having so much fun."

A frown formed on the floozy's face when she heard his tone. He had clearly been missing her all this time, and hearing about her antics had certainly resulted in him feeling somewhat left out. He might not have been a fan of Klein or her new, exotic look, but he was still her boyfriend and he hadn't gotten to get in on any of the fun recently.

"I'll admit that the week has been really crazy. Me, Klein and Derpy have all been working overtime to try and get people to see the real meaning of femininity!" Fluttershy proudly boasted with pride. "But it can be tiresome too."

"Uhhh, Derpy?" Paul raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Oh! Goodness! Right, Derpy!" Fluttershy was so full of thoughts and stories to tell that she almost forgot to tell Paul about her new buddy. "Derpy is that blonde girl who used to deliver our mail! She started hanging out with me and Klein recently and we've been on a couple adventures. She's such a fun friend, really fun!"

"Oh, she sounds nice, I guess?" Paul stopped playing with his spoonful of Fruity Oats and brought it up to his mouth, clamping down on them with a hard chew.

"She's a little bit of a menace, but in a good way." Fluttershy gave a cute chuckle as the thoughts of all the rambunctious things that the ditzy blonde had said and done over this week's course. "They do say that blondes have more fun, and I suppose Derpy proves that to be true!"

Derpy had made quite the impression on the soldier vixen in the past few days. Klein's actions had already started helping the student break out of her naturally shy state, but Derpy's fun energy had really broken the seal. That blondie was always causing a ruckus somewhere with her attitude or her body. Some of that had rubbed off on 'Shy and now she felt more rejuvenated than ever!

"So I guess Klein added another member to his growing collection?" Paul rolled his eyes a little as he finished hearing his girl speak. Klein's harem of cumsluts was growing at a steady rate. By the end of the year, every man at school was going to be single!

"If you mean his collection of friends, then yes!" A beaming smile made Fluttershy look like the most adorable girl ever, from the neck up anyway. "I've seen her around the school off and on this past year, but we only really started hanging out this past week."

"Well, what have you guys all done together?" Paul took another crunch of his Fruity Oats, his hand shivering from the lack of strength it had due to the injury.

Fluttershy looked away in thought. Paul was a nice guy, a pretty wholesome boyfriend through and through. Something told her that he wouldn't be interested in hearing about her getting suspended due to public indecency or that there now existed hundreds of images of her, Derpy and Klein's special places thanks to their visit to the mail office. It wasn't that she wanted to keep those things a secret, per say either. Paul just wasn't that sexual of a guy, so why bother mentioning to him that her asshole was soon to grace every walk of their school? He'd want something more loving to hear, something simple.

"Well, the three of us hung out mostly. We went for a drive together in Klein's car a few times, we hung out at his place, discussed ways on how to empower women, basic stuff." Fluttershy left out the critical details of those events. The fact that Derpy started hanging out with them due to almost getting run over thanks to Fluttershy's blowing skills was a detail the soldier happily excluded.

"Empowering women, huh?" Paul narrowed his eyes with skepticism as he chewed. He knew Klein's type. Female empowerment to him was the amount of power that their throat had. "What did he say to you and, uh, Derpy about that?"

"By normalizing dressing like this, boys will become accustomed to large breasts. Then, their minds won't indulge in as much objectification. They'll get used to seeing big boobs often and eventually, they'll have no effect! They can see women for who they really are after that!" Fluttershy said proudly, genuinely believing in her rhetoric, no matter how crazy it was. "Intelligent, independent, proud women who will strive to make the world a better place."

Paul rolled his eyes the moment she started to go into detail about the concept. It certainly seemed like a very Klein-like idea to explain to a titsy girl like Fluttershy. It was pretty obvious that she failed to consider the idea that guys like Klein, guys who loved buxom genetic beauties like her, would never become 'used' to fat boobs or fat asses. The best she could ever hope for was for them to undergo post-nut clarity after exploding tons of wank paste to her outrageous body and the lewd look that now accompanied it.

"Klein told you that? Is this his idea of giving you empowerment?" Even with her dressed in such a slutty outfit, Paul was still pretty shocked that she would believe such obvious nonsense. How could his originally cute flower come to such a ridiculous conclusion?.

"Oh yes! He's so smart! His ideas are a little unorthodox, but I can see where he's coming from with them!" Fluttershy could see the goodness in everyone, even perverts like Klein. She was a little too trusting however, which was something that Paul could sense. Just then, she suddenly had a moment of realization. The busty girl perked up once the idea entered her mind! "You know Paul, you should really hang out with us more often! Help us out in spreading the word?"

Fluttershy suggested the idea to him with a beaming smile. Her soft pink lipstick did nothing to help her slutty appearance look less risque. But even with her cuteness assisting her at getting her suggestion accepted, hanging out with Klein was the last thing Paul needed in his life. He just knew that if he did as his girlfriend asked, Klein would spend the whole day rubbing his superiority in his face nonstop, assuming that he didn't shove his hung stallion dick in Paul's face first. What a way to reinforce the alpha male role that Klein so proudly boasted about, all the while making Paul shrivel up like a raisin in the process. Even without several inches of cock being flaunted his way to make his own package feel infinitely inferior, Paul would still need to listen to Klein talk about Fluttershy in less than savory tones.

"I really don't want to see him. Like ever." Paul grunted with a mouthful of Fruity Oats and a vision of Klein grinning at him as if to say "I got your girl, punk!" wandered into his head.

"Aww, Paul." Fluttershy played the cute card with how she gave him her puppy dog eyes. "Don't say that. I'd love for you two to be friends. We could spend so much time together!"

"That isn't gonna happen with Klein there." Paul shook his head in rejection of his girlfriend's desire. He loved her, but befriending that douche was out of the question. "After what happened in art class that one time, no way."

The art class ordeal was one of Paul's more humiliating moments. As if seeing Fluttershy strip nude for everyone's perverted amusement wasn't bad enough, Paul himself needing to strip in front of them too had made it all worse! Just kneeling there next to his girlfriend nude while that long, intimidating length connected to the most annoying, frustrating guy in school was more horrific than Paul could've imagined!

The only thing more horrific was the depraved event that followed the awkward act. They had to blow him! Klein didn't care who it was that did the deed, all he wanted was for his cock to be sucked. It was up to Paul and Fluttershy to get him off and boy did they achieve it! What was supposed to be a lazy afternoon in art class had deteriorated into a raunchy porno with the boy and girl as the leading stars.

For as much as Fluttershy insisted on being faithful to Paul, she sure seemed eager to suck that cock when it was presented to her. No hesitation with plunging her soft, plushy lips around the manly beast! Not like Paul, who was practically forced into taking that disgusting thing in! The amount of mouthwash he had used afterwards made pharmacies love him.

And all was said and done, it was Paul that got hosed down! Klein's penis was out of control that day, and while the pink-haired floozy would've been the man's first choice to unload upon, fate decided that Paul was going to be the canvas for which Klein would paint with his ink. It was so fucking embarrassing, people couldn't stop talking about it for days!

"Aw, Paul. Do you still think about that day?" Fluttershy responded with a tinge of sadness in her voice. Her cute blue eyes could make anyone feel for her, no matter the situation.

"It's kind of hard not to. I'm not exactly *into* guys as you know and..." Paul trailed off as the thoughts of Klein's rod was starting to dominate his mind. He couldn't escape the damn thing, even in his head!

"And Klein accidentally releasing himself on to you isn't exactly a nice memory?" She wanted her boyfriend to be happy, she loved him after all. But that day certainly didn't make him happy in the slightest bit.

"I wouldn't exactly use the word 'accidentally' to describe what happened..." Paul suspected that Klein might've had a slight intention to aim his dick where he had. If there was any way for a Chad to show off his masculinity, 'claiming' a weaker punk with a stream of jizz was a great way to do it! "...But you're right. I'm not exactly a fan of what happened that day, no."

"Aww, Paul. If I knew that Klein was going to, uhm, soak you down at the time, I would've aimed him at me!" Fluttershy gave an endearing coo towards her boyfriend, failing to realize such an offer was just as bad in Paul's eyes. "I guess I wasn't thinking straight what with everything that was happening. I personally wouldn't have minded being his target if that makes you feel better."

Fluttershy clasped her hands together cutely, the squish of her milk tanks against her upper arms betraying her innocence. But it was what Fluttershy just said that really got Paul's goat! The very last thing he wanted to imagine was Fluttershy being covered in Klein's hot sperm. She was just so casual about wanting to take a cumshot to the face, how had she become so sexual?!

"Ugh, that's the thing, Fluttershy!" Paul dropped his spoon into the bowl and gestured toward the overly bouncy girl. He couldn't believe his ears. What in the world did Klein do to make her so perverted?!

"Huh?" A puzzled expression washed over the bimbo's face. "What's wrong?"

Fluttershy could try to act as cute as she wanted, and she was damn good at it, but that didn't change the reality of the world. Paul had seen things, heard rumors, had suspicions. Fluttershy may not have ever wrapped her lips around his cock, but Paul knew there was a guy she definitely had. Not by some silly accident like you'd see in a raunchy comedy. No, those lips were being spread open with very genuine intentions.

"You say you'd be willing to let Klein..." Paul couldn't bear to bring himself to say it out loud. "...explode over your face? That's not you! That's so crude!"

"Maybe with most guys that would be weird and crude, but with Klein, I think he means well. Sometimes things get a little crazy, but me and him don't typically intend for things to get that wild." The sexy soldier had a beaming smile in her face. She really was aiming to be everyone's cum target at this rate.

"You're always getting it on with Klein! Always so eager to do, ugh, 'stuff' with him!" Paul exclaimed, not wanting to dance around it any longer. "You're both always banging when you're together! That's what I hear anyway."

Fluttershy could tell that her friendship with the alpha stud was troubling Paul. He was worried for her and that was sweet of him. But she and Klein had been through so many adventures together and she thought she understood him well enough. Sure, many of those adventures ended with Fluttershy's boobs looking like a suntan lotion bottle had broken open over them, but that didn't change how fun and exciting Klein could be!

"I would never intentionally cheat on you with Klein, Paul. Stuff like what happened in class were just things getting a little too crazy." Fluttershy told the little white lie without a hint of concern. "Klein can be rowdy sometimes, but I would never betray you like that with him."

"I find that a little hard to believe." Paul grumbled as he thought about what the two of them have probably gotten up to in the days since she started dressing like this. He expressed his sadness by spinning his spoon within the cereal with his finger.

"I promise you, Paul. You're my wonderful boyfriend. I couldn't ask for anyone better than you." Fluttershy cooed. She would've been adorable if she didn't have 100 pounds worth of tit below her face.

Fluttershy was a cute babe, an eleven out of ten girl if that was physically possible. But despite her soft voice, Paul had a feeling she wasn't telling the whole truth. Too many days had gone by where she would spend the whole evening out with Klein and just as many evenings had her coming home a disheveled mess with the most happy yet suggestive look on her face. He doubted the duo were busy playing checkers in his dorm room on those nights.

"I hope that's true." Paul exclaimed, clearly concerned for his relationship with the sexy vixen. "I do care about you after all."

It didn't matter how much sperm shot she took, Fluttershy still cared for her boyfriend. If Klein was here, he'd likely talk her out of it and grab her hand to take her away somewhere private. But right now, his power was not over her, not fully. As such, she wanted to make Paul feel loved and cared for, even with his busted hands. It was in that moment, another idea wandered into her typically empty head and filled it up with something other than cum for once.

"I have an idea, Paul." Fluttershy tilted her head toward her boyfriend, her luscious pink hair flowing against her face from beneath that commander hat.

"What?" Paul replied to her, his eyes quickly matching with hers.

"How about no Klein today? The both of us can spend a lovely day together!" Fluttershy's soft voice could soothe even the most rabid beast. While Paul certainly wasn't rabid, he was in need of some cheering up.

"A lovely day with you?" Paul's frown started to creep upwards a little bit. "Okay, uhm. What do you have in mind?"

Fluttershy already had an idea in mind for what she could do with Paul. It had been quite some time since she had been to the Women's Rights and Forward Thinking Club, the Pink Circle itself! They hadn't seen her in days, a week at the very minimum! It was time for her to make her epic return to them as the assertive, no-nonsense leader of feminism that she had become since they saw her.

"Would you like to come with me to the Women's Rights and Forward Thinking Club today?" Fluttershy had the sweetest voice that rang from her mouth. Ears from all over wouldn't instantly melt upon listening to such perfection. "I need to attend today's meeting and I'd love to have you come along."

"Huh, a meeting today?" Paul grabbed his spoon once again and swirled it around in the bowl. He was lost in thought for a brief moment and considered her kind offer. He brought up a spoonful of cereal, but paused himself from eating the food. "Isn't that typically for the girls though?"

"Not at all! Men are welcome too!" The buxom slut beamed with joy as her boyfriend's crunches of cereal danced against her ears. "In fact, we encourage boys to show up to all of our meetings. It helps us educate them in what the club's goals are much more effectively than a simple flyer can."

As Paul sat there spooning cereal into his mouth, Fluttershy’s soft voice gently nudged him toward the idea. He wanted to spend more time with his girlfriend and not have the shadow of Klein looming over her 24/7. Besides, maybe the girls could help talk Fluttershy into ditching this crass gettup and find something more conservative, something less risque preferably.

"I suppose I could. If you think the others there would be okay with me attending." Paul said between bites of the sugary goodness. He didn't want to be rude, but he hadn't eaten much the past few days either.

Fluttershy’s face lit up with relief as she clasped her hands together, squishing those bursting mounds between her arms. If she squeezed those milk tanks any harder, the rosey nipples that she tried so hard to keep hidden would've surely popped right out! But lucky for her, her tits stayed contained. The same could not be said for her happiness which quickly manifested itself through her voice, the tone a little more eager now.

"Oh, of course! Everyone’s really friendly, and they’ll be so happy to have you. We’re all about helping each other out in the name of female empowerment!" Her eyes softened as she nodded her head.

"Huh. Well, I guess it's a 'date' then!" Paul smiled as he looked at his lewd looking girlfriend. Even after all that happened recently, he still couldn't find it within himself to get too upset at her. She worked her plump ass off to make him happy every chance that she could after all!

"Yay!" Fluttershy cheered with joy and brought her hands together in happiness. "Today is going to be fun! I missed you so much, Paul!"

Fluttershy leaned over and wrapped her arms around him to give her boyfriend the biggest hug ever. He was still taken aback by her forwardness, having been so shy in the past, but he couldn't exactly complain about this change. It was better than her change in wardrobe anyway. The squeaky latex and the plushness of her melons pressing on him were taking a little away from the cute moment, but it was still a nice minute between them both.

That being said, Paul couldn't help but feel like the cute and shy hippie that he had met some time ago was gone. She would never dress like this, act like this, anything of the sort. Klein had gotten into her head so thoroughly that he doubted that even the most concrete logic would be unable to break through. The most Paul could do now was steer her vaguely in the right direction.

As the hug commenced, Paul looked down at his cereal bowl that was on the table before him. It still had a not-so-healthy amount of bits in it that he had yet to consume. Looking to multitask a little bit, he tried grabbing the spoon to take a quick bite of the crunchy Fruity Oats. Grabbing the spoon appeared to succeed at first, with his bandaged hand not stopping him from holding onto its handle for dear life.

It was a short lived success, as his grip just as quickly failed. When he tried to scoop up some sugary treats into its depression and the weight of something even as small as a spoon with cereal in it was enough to put his hand muscles through pain. The spoon was quickly dropped to relieve the momentary agony and it fell back into the bowl with a *Clink!*

Fluttershy turned her head when she heard the noise and her face was parallel with Paul's. The duo both looked down at the failed attempt from Paul to sneak in another mouthful of food. From where her fat ass sat, she doubted that he was going to be able to fend for himself for a while. It looked like she was going to have to baby her boyfriend for a little bit until his hands got better.

"Darn it!" Paul frowned with defeat. Even something this simple was just too hard to pull off. How humiliating.