Cradled among the stars, somewhere between the iridescent streaks of cosmos and the inky blackness, sits a tremendous toy chest. Inside the chest is a mansion of riches and excess, a life-sized pop-out dollhouse. From dozens of rooms and wardrobes to a rooftop slide that leads to the massive in-ground pool below, there is nothing here that would leave a person without. And sleeping soundly, each in their own room, lied Tiff and Biff on their beds.
A low rumbling sounded out from inside the darkness of the colossal chest. A long, thin beam of starlight streaked across the black sky as the lid began to open. A titan of a man, a pudgy, bald face peered into the box as the gap widened. With starlight now shining on the scenery bright as day, he reached toward Tiff and Biff lying in their beds. Their eyes opened as a lighthearted tune plucked away, and a grin of anticipation appeared on Tiff's face.
Tiff and Biff, as usual, were already naked. For all the piles of clothes in their wardrobes, they never seemed to be wearing any. Tiff was posed like a model: her arms straight up and locked together, her blonde hair brushed and flowing to the side, smelling like roses and sunscreen, one leg laying flat and the other bent at her knee, and her back arched hard, making it easier for the massive hand to pick her up, her big, bouncing, fake titties defying gravity.
Biff laid on his bed, his muscular arms folded behind his head like Schwarzenegger. Everything on Biff was huge. He even smelled good, like aftershave and body oil. He was awake, with his legs spread slightly and his enormous cock already engorged, thrumming with power. The god-kin's hand plucked both of them from their beds and held them aloft.
