[Pre-story]Hey there! Remember me? It's been a while! Some things have changed! Honestly, there's entirely too much to go over in a paragraph. There's two things I want to make sure y'all know, though- Number one:
I'm back!
I'm gonna be writing smut again! Number two:,
I'm a girl now! I'm Squi(she) now, and go by she/her pronouns!
Don't worry, you can still call me Squish, or Admiral Squish, or Squishy, or whatever.
As always, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy!
CONTENT WARNINGS: Unrealistic anatomy, huge breasts, huge cocks, excessive cum, futanari, cybernetics, exhibitionism
DISCLAIMER: All characters are 18+ [/pre-story]
~~~September 12th, 2018~~~
Yuri Miyashita found herself pacing back and forth in the living room, alternating between glancing out the window and glancing at her phone. Her phone pinged again and again, and each time, she hastily brought it up, only to see out it was just another reply on one of her MyBook groups and lower it to her side once more. As her gaze turned out the window, searching, she couldn't help but notice the leaves on the enormous red maple in the middle of the long, horseshoe-shaped driveway were starting to turn, turning from deep purple to brilliant red. She sighed, mentally noting the raking that would soon come- until another notification sounded and she raised the phone again.
"Mom~!" Kyoko Miyashita chided with a playful, slightly exasperated sigh as her mother checked her phone for the thousandth time. "Relax! She's only like twenty minutes late." She reminded her mother, leaning one shoulder against the arch between the living room and the dining room. "It probably just took her a little while to claim her luggage, you don't have to worry so much." She suggested with a shrug, before crossing her arms under her breasts- which was enough to almost make them disappear. Kyoko looked much like her mother had, some twenty years prior, when she had also been a petite teenage girl- she had a slender frame, a tiny waist, and narrow shoulders. Her skin was flawless, pale and soft, with a cute, narrow face that came down to a pointed chin and a little button nose. Her long, silky black hair was tied up in a ponytail with a pastel pink ribbon, leaving only a few locks loose to perfectly frame her face. The biggest difference was, while Yuri had never been particularly small in the chest, Kyoko was... extraordinarily gifted, with enormous, full, firm breasts, far too large for a single hand to cup, like twin melons. Nearly the size of her head, her monumental mounds only looked more enormous on her narrow chest. Even the relatively modest peach-pink dress she wore could do little to hide them, the lace trim around the neckline only serving to further accentuate the deep valley of cleavage they formed, almost threatening to spill out over the top as they strained against the material.
Yuri paused in her pacing and gave her daughter a sheepish smile. "I guess I'm just a bit nervous." She confessed, shaking her head. Almost as if on cue, she caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye, and snapped her head to look, catching sight of the yellow bumper of a taxi coming up the street. "Oh! There she is!" She exclaimed, then turned on her heel and started toward the foyer. "Come on, let's go greet her properly!" She urged, gesturing for Kyoko to follow. "You too, Masao!" She added.
Masao Miyashita looked up from his phone with confused sound, glancing between his mother, older sister, and the window, where the taxi was turning into the driveway, before muttering a quiet "Oh!" and pushing himself up from the armchair he sat in, rising to his feet and following them to the foyer. Being told to 'dress nicely', he'd opted for a simple dark blue polo shirt tucked into black slacks. He was an inch or two shorter than his older sister, though only a year and a half younger. He had smooth, fair skin, black hair that was trimmed short and lightly tousled, and an oval face with soft features and large, soulful brown eyes, which were usually hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses. On his looks alone, he might have been popular with the girls, in a pretty boy way, if it weren't for his seemingly unchangeable expression of bland disinterest, or his stoic silence.
As the family gathered in the spacious, stone-tiled foyer, Yuri took a moment to look herself over in the mirror, raising a hand to brush a lock of silky black hair back into place. Her hair was styled in a simple jaw-length bob cut, parted on one side. A simple style, one she found easy enough to maintain while juggling the many responsibilities of the household. Between cleaning, cooking, laundry, groceries, managing her accounts, PTA meetings, therapy, yoga, driving the kids around to club activities and friends' houses (well, driving Kyoko to her friends' houses, at least), it felt like she was always busy.
