"Hey Willy wake up, I'm making breakfast!" Said a cheerful female voice.
"I'm coming!" Willy said with a yawn as she lifted herself out of her cot.
Willy wobbled down the hall on sleepy feet, rubbing her eyes as her heaving breasts leaked a clear fluid that rained upon the shag rug of her room. The heaving syrup-filled sacks bobbled against each other as the young woman struggled to her feet.
A past life of being sedentary due to chest blimps larger than herself was now traded for a mobile life peppered with the mild annoyance by low hanging udders riddled with veins and leaking of sweetness. Collecting droplets of nectar from her left sagging reserve was a 'W' keychain ring shimmering as it dangled from its post in the foundation that was her chocolate nipple in the artificial light of the hall.
Soon she succumbed to the stupor that afflicted her from the events of the night before, her warm shoulder smacking against the cool stucco of the wall. The temperature difference gave her a much wanted respite as her warm ponderous sacks followed suit and made contact as well. The sudden pressure caused a dribble of clear syrup to shoot from her stiff nipple, splattering the surface of the wall.
"Fuck, they get heavier and heavier," Willy cooed, the wild plum of cyan hair obscuring her face as she cupped her left breast.
Clear syrup ran over the contours of the breast as well as the hand supporting it as she admired and cursed the ache and size of the udder. The adjoined ornament caught the woman's attention as she gave it some playful tugs, her mind now hazed with a fog of euphoria as each tug gave her a small jolt of pleasure throughout her sleepy body.
Soon after, she found her unoccupied hand gliding down to her sex, her endowed sex now soaking with feminine juice as a red fingernail glided over a protrusion in her panties. Her oversized clitoris now between her fingers, she began to stroke it with playful abandon, a wedding band catching the light of the fixtures above the cyan cloud of coarse hair that was her head.
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Naked feet slapped their way into the kitchen, where Willy's sleepy red eyes rested on the copious body that stood at the stove with glee. Pale folds of fatty flesh glistening with light perspiration in the rays of the morning.
"Aw, good morning, Della," Willy yawned as she wobbled over to the kitchen table. Shielding her eyes as sunrays beamed in from the window above the sink.
"Oh, good morning sleepy head, how are you this wonderful morning?" Della giggled, snorting as she flipped some pancakes in the skillet.
"Hung over," Willy gurgled, her head hitting the table with a moan.
"Oh, see now you shouldn't drink after a mission, you know you're a llllllight, weeeeight~!" Della sung as she flipped the pancakes once more.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. I hate being like this!" Willy sighed, pulling her hands over her face.
Well, I mean you can take the day off today. Rent's paid, bills are paid, and most importantly we have food!" Della giggled, pushing a plate of pancakes in front of Willy.
"Eh, I don't know if I can go a day without popping explosions in some fools faces," said Willy as she poured syrup on her stack of pancakes.
"So, how do you feel about expanding the team? It's just been us for a while now," Della asked, pulling her long purple hair behind her ear, her wedding band catching the ray of morning light as she took a seat at the opposite end of the table. The wooden frame of the chair creaked under her weight as she sat.
"Naw, naw I think the two of us are fine on our own," Willy said, her mouth full of food.