Alex pushed through the doors of the specialty proportions boutique, her massive ass jiggling with every step while her oversized pussy lips and clit rubbed against the thin decorative straps that barely counted as clothing. In this world of females and futanari, finding outfits that fit without turning into an open invitation was impossible. She sighed, already feeling overstimulated, her skin warm from the anti-cold shot everyone took. At twenty-five, she craved love and real relief, not just the endless public fucks that could tip her into diapers or worse.
The store smelled of arousal and fresh diapers, a common scent that made her pussy twitch. She adjusted the fabric, feeling it grow wet and dripping already. "Damn these proportions," she muttered.
Mandy strolled in moments later, her massive milky tits barely contained by a harness that left everything on display, her diaper crinkling softly with each confident stride. The twenty-three-year-old futanari scanned the racks, seeking something that might attract more than a quick grind. She wanted a long-term partner, someone to share the love and constant relief her body demanded.
Their eyes met across a rack of revealing harnesses. Alex raised an eyebrow. "Nice tits. They look like they could feed a crowd." Mandy smirked, adjusting her diaper. "Thanks. They drip constantly. Your ass and those lips look like they could swallow someone whole. Shopping for decoration or actual coverage?"
Alex laughed, stepping closer. "Coverage is a joke. These straps just highlight how horny I get. You in diapers by choice or necessity?" Mandy's eyes sparkled with wit. "Necessity turned fetish, like most. The grind feels too good to resist. But I'm holding out for love, not just cum. You?"
The tension thickened as they bantered, bodies brushing. Alex felt her massive clit throb. "Love sounds nice, but my pussy's already wet and dripping. Yours hard yet?" Mandy's cock stirred visibly beneath the diaper, growing hard. "Getting there. Want to feel?"
They ducked behind a curtained fitting area, the public store humming with occasional moans from other shoppers. Alex reached out boldly, freeing Mandy's thick cock. "Blowjob first?" she offered, dropping to her knees without submission. Mandy groaned as Alex took her in, tongue working the shaft while her own pussy ached.
Mandy panted, hands on Alex's shoulders. "Your mouth is skilled. But that ass deserves attention too." She pulled Alex up, turning her to grind against the massive cheeks, diaper pressing wetly. They stripped the minimal clothing, sweat beading on skin. Alex's huge pussy lips parted, dripping as Mandy's hard cock slid along them.
"Fuck me already," Alex demanded, strong and direct. Mandy thrust in, both women panting and sweating. The rhythm built fast, Mandy's milky tits leaking onto Alex's back while her diaper crinkled with each pump. Alex came first, pussy clenching, then Mandy followed, cum flooding deep. They kept grinding, bodies slick.
After, they lay tangled, hearts racing. "That was relief," Alex said, "but I want more than one encounter." Mandy smiled, tracing her curves. "Same. Let's see who loses control next."
As they dressed, Mandy whispered, "My empty calorie effect might change everything if we continue."
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