[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.
When Yuri looked in the mirror, she saw nothing more than a fat old woman looking back- an image twisted by her mind like the reflection in a carnival mirror, despite her therapist's best efforts. True, she had gained a good deal of weight since having children, but though her thrice-weekly yoga classes hadn't helped her lose much of it, they had sculpted and shaped her body into a work of art, an icon of feminine fertility. She could not see the supple hourglass curve of her figure. The way her incredible breasts, even larger than her daughter's prodigious bust, and far softer, filled her cream-colored sweater like a pair of ripe melons, each the size of her head. The way her waist tapered in sharply, leaving just the right amount of softness around her waist, before flaring out again over her broad hips. The way her gray skirt pulled tight around those round hips, and the glorious twin globes of an ass that practically begged to be worshipped; round and soft, thick and firm, juicy and meaty, all at once. The sculpted taper of her thick, soft, smooth thighs, wrapped in sheer black stockings as they emerged from the narrow hem of her skirt, just above her knees, sharply narrowing down into shapely calves and delicate feet. While she was rapidly approaching forty, she certainly didn't show it- her skin was still fair and soft, with only faint hints of crow's feet around her eyes that could easily be concealed by her usual makeup.
Alas, Yuri simply could not see the beauty in her reflection, and pursed her full, pink-painted lips in frustration as she looked upon it. It didn't matter what anyone said- the envious whispers of the other PTA moms were transformed to mockery in her ears, the sincere praise of her friends turned to kind lies aimed to spare her feelings, the lustful comments of young men were simple depravity, not praise. Suddenly, the doorbell rang out, and she jolted in surprise, tearing her scornful gaze away from the mirror. Her heart was pounding as she hurried toward the door, hastily unlocking the deadbolt and chain before before turning the handle and pulling the door open a crack, only to freeze as she saw the figure waiting on the other side.
For a moment, Yuri thought she was seeing things. The figure looming on her porch was so far outside her expectations, she froze like a deer in headlights as she struggled to reconcile them with reality. The figure was a woman, that much she could tell by the hourglass shape of her figure, but she was HUGE, in every way Yuri could imagine. She towered over Yuri, tall enough that her head might scrape the doorframe, powerful shoulders, and under every inch of her fair skin, there were layers upon layers of thick, corded muscles- Yuri had never seen a man with arms like that, let alone a woman! But she was clearly a woman- twin globes, each the size of her head, rode high and firm on her chest and strained against her top. She wore an undersized, cropped black leather jacket that looked like it had had its sleeves torn off, the lapels and shoulders densely studded with blunt stainless steel studs. The front was held together by a single steel button, which looked like it was moments from flying off, struggling under the pressure it contained- which would be particularly disastrous because the 'shirt' she wore under it was essentially a crop top made of fishnet, offering no modesty whatsoever. The jacket was so short it did nothing to hide the six-pack- no; the eight-pack of rippling abs on her stomach, nor the deep, sculpted crevices between them.
A wide black leather belt with criss-crossing straps and gleaming stainless steel fasteners held up a pair of tight black pants that bore an odd trait- the zipper was exposed, and it ran all the way from her belt down the inside of one thigh, almost to the knee. For a moment, Yuri thought she saw something stretching the material under that zipper, but she dismissed it amid the struggle to comprehend the rest of this towering figure before her. Black leather straps wrapped and criss-crossed over the other thigh, forming the shape of a six-pointed star just above her knee, the elaborate straps connected to her belt by a half dozen stainless steel chains. She wore enormous black leather boots, towering platforms that made her even taller, fastened with a dozen or so buckles running up her shins and studded with blunt stainless steel spikes in several places. They matched her black elbow-length fingerless gloves- which looked more like gauntlets, with sturdy leather attached over her forearm and extending over the back of her palms. The leather part was studded with rows and rows of short, blunt, stainless steel spikes- they looked like weapons more than fashion accessories!
Yuri's eyes continued to move back up the stranger's body. She noted a black leather choker around her neck, a single strap that had both ends fastened to a steel buckle in the shape of a heart positioned over her throat. Her black lipstick matched her black nail polish, as well as the smoky, dark eyeshadow. Her eyes were shockingly bright blue, and seemed even brighter framed by her dark makeup. She had an incredibly long, wild, wavy hair that cascaded down to the small of her back- it was more like a mane than a hairstyle! It was also intensely blue- a dark, almost navy blue near the roots that didn't fade so much as it brightened as it went, ending at a vibrant electric blue at the tips.
Yuri could only stare in wide-eyed shock for a moment, before the stranger turned to meet her gaze and gave a wide, toothy grin. For a moment, Yuri would have sworn the woman's eyes flashed, glowing with blue light for a moment- with the light behind her and her wild mane of unnaturally blue hair she looked like some sort of monster, an oni! Yuri squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, trying to clear away the vision, but when she opened them again, the woman still stood there, looming on her porch... but at least her eyes looked normal again.
Silence hung in the air, until Yuri finally spoke. "...Can I... help you?" She asked, with a strained politeness as she defensively narrowed the gap between door and frame slightly.
The woman continued to grin, seemingly unbothered. "It's me! Vicky!" she announced, loudly and proudly, jamming a thumb into her chest just above her cleavage "Sorry I'm a little late, I got held up with a..." She trailed off for a moment, her grin turning into a wry smirk. "...package inspection."
