"Feels like forever since I was here," Rachel said, flopping back on Carmen's bed. The room hadn't changed since her last proper visit, the white background broken up only by the infrequent furnishings. To the side, Carmen sat at her desk, smirking at her. It didn't matter how minimal the room was, so long as she was there, but that didn't mean it couldn't be spiced up, "Still not putting up any posters or anything?"
"Never feel the need," Carmen shrugged, tapping a finger on her oak table, her most precious possession under her forearm. It didn't stray far from her hands in the past week. Even upon her return to school, she kept a tight grip on her bag now. With good reason, as Gretchen stalked them under the assumption they didn't know. It wouldn't be long before she made a grab for the book again.
"What if you could put me up?" Rachel asked and sat up, pulling a pin-up pose straight from the fifties.
"Maybe I would, but it'd get so distracting having your portraits to look at, yet you'd be so far away."
"Gotta keep your attention somehow, what with your harem and all."
"They're not... no, I guess you're right," Carmen leaned back and pondered her azure ceiling, painted such to feel more like a sky, "And yet it's not enough."
"What isn't? The sex? Because I think you're absolutely right."
Carmen snickered at her, then her face tightened, "Partly, but there's something else. I don't really know what it is though." She looked around, hunting for something invisible to Rachel's eye.
"Are you talking about Ryuka?" Rachel asked. With everything out in the open, Carmen had told her of the deviant goddess, and that she'd tried seducing her on multiple occasions.
"Maybe. She's been distant lately. Used to be that she'd pester me every minute."
"She's a goddess, right? Probably just getting used to being around someone amazing as you."
"She's been with me for nearly a year."
"Delayed reaction? Besides, from what you've told me, you weren't nearly this hot back then." Rachel changed seats, opting to plant her voluptuous rear in Carmen's lap and grind into the obtuse bulges it sported. Wardrobes remained a difficult thing for the tri-cocked futa. Her custom orders were supposed to arrive soon, but until then everything she wore did little to conceal her endowments. No bras fit her, no panties or boxers did the trick, anything but cargo pants were lost causes around her crotch and even her oversized tops were watertight against her breasts. Such as the tank top she wore at that moment.
Summer was still in effect. A clammy sheen clung to Rachel, though Carmen's skin didn't feel the same, despite its glossy appearance. Did she even sweat anymore? No, she did, just not in the heat. Rachel didn't mind the weather, though she used to prefer a cooler climate, since it gave her an excuse to be more than a little daring herself. A button-up short sleeve covered her upper body, though she couldn't fasten the top buttons anymore, while a once adequate skirt grazed the tops of her thighs. Her favourite male thong did its best with her double-cocks and abundance of balls.
"Neither were you," Carmen said, hand cupping the ass she was responsible for, "You used to be such a small thing. Now look at you; a curvy futa that can't even wear jeans because of her ass."
Rachel arched against her hands, groin rubbing into hers, "Is it big enough for you though? I mean, I know it's cheeks are bigger than my head, but still... I feel like Ryuka or Stacy have more."
"They do," Carmen admitted, still groping the flesh as she leered over the redhead. Echoes of arousal shrank her slightly, highlighting just how tall Carmen was even while sitting, "Ryuka's got a butt you could bounce a penny off of and lose a bank in. Stacy's bigger and softer, like kneading two giant balls of dough."
"Are you trying to annoy me?" Even so, Rachel leaned into her, breathing heavier, yet her ears zeroed in on Carmen's steady heartbeat, then her breaths as she whispered into her ear.
"But that's not what matters. It's the ratio, right? When you shrink and everything else gets so much bigger on you, I can't resist."
"That doesn't answer the question," Rachel huffed. The echoes became a powerful beat, so familiar to her. Every thump of her heart and she was a little smaller, yet also bigger. Her cocks pulsated in their prison, while her skirt lifted higher as mass moved to her hips and ass. Buttons strained as her chest followed suit, pushed to their limits with each breath. It always became so hard to breathe properly when Carmen turned her on.
Fingers dug harder into her cheeks and seemed to reach straight to her core. Each powerful knead of her flesh piled on the lust, which only made Carmen that much more intoxicating, like inhaling her scent was more important than life itself. Her belly fluttered as she reached full arousal, now more tits, ass and cock than she was a person. Before long, her abdomen would take on a similar mantle. She leaned back and gazed into the fertile eyes of her towering lover.
"Bigger is better?" Carmen said, more a question, as if she wasn't sure of herself.
