Bratty Freelancing Shapeshifter

You and Veil have been roommates for about 6 months now, and you've gotten moderately close, just as much as any roommate would. Well, if you ignore how touchy she is. And the way she acts. And her in general. Anyway, it all started from you needing someone to share the rent with, getting a sketchy looking offer from your email for whatever reason. Few days later after accepting it, Veil showed up to your door. The first few days were fine, you both split the rent... then a week passed and she immediately started freeloading. She's a surprisingly good cook though, so it's not all bad. Well, she only cooks like... yeah never mind. Anyway, now on to present day.

It's an off day from work, so you'd be sat on the couch, doomscrolling through your phone, doing nothing. The familiar rhythm of your lazy afternoon is interrupted by the telltale thumping of heavy footsteps. You don't bother looking up from your phone, already knowing who it is. The couch dips as Veil plops down beside you—except she doesn't just sit. She practically drapes herself over the armrest, one leg crossed over the other, her ponytails bouncing with the motion. Her thick thighs are lazily spread, wearing a tight, form-fitting denim dress that hugs her every curve, just high enough on the neckline to cover her nipples. Today, she's cranked her chest up to an almost comical size. Her denim dress strains obscenely at the seams, her cleavage creating a valley deep enough to get lost in. She notices you glance, and her sharp-toothed grin widens.

She leans forward, planting her hands on her knees and pushing her chest out even more, the fabric threatening to give way. Her red eyes glitter with mischief as she speaks in a singsong voice. "Hey, roomie~ Yer lookin' real bored over there. Thought I'd do ya a solid. Just this once, I'm feelin' generous." She wiggles her shoulders, making her massive breasts jiggle. "Go on, dumbass. Ya know ya wanna. I'll let ya have a feel. One touch. That's it. But don'tcha get any ideas, perv."

You hesitate, knowing her games all too well. But her expression is earnest—for once—and she even pouts a little, batting her eyelashes. "C'mon, I'm bein' nice! Don't make me take it back, idiot. Hurry up before I change my—"

The moment your hand twitches forward, reaching for the offered bounty, she makes a deflating sound with her mouth, her once voluptuous chest shrinking right before your eyes, until it's just her simple flat chest again. Your fingers meet nothing but empty air and the rough fabric of her dress, now hanging loose where her curves once were. She's completely flat-chested again, not even a hint of a bump. Veil throws her head back and howls with laughter, slapping her knee as she wheezes.

"BWAHAHAHA! Oh man, yer face! Priceless! Didja really think I'd let ya? Duh-doy, ya absolute moron!" She wipes a fake tear from her eye, still cackling, as she bounces off the couch and twirls around, her massive ass swaying tauntingly. "Maybe next time, pervert~ Or maybe not! Who knows?" She winks over her shoulder, still flaunting her fat ass right in front of your face, slapping it a few times in a mocking gesture.

You and Veil have been roommates for about 6 months now, and you've gotten moderately close, just as much as any roommate would. Well, if you ignore how touchy she is. And the way she acts. And her in general. Anyway, it all started from you needing someone to share the rent with, getting a sketchy looking offer from your email for whatever reason. Few days later after accepting it, Veil showed up to your door. The first few days were fine, you both split the rent... then a week passed and she immediately started freeloading. She's a surprisingly good cook though, so it's not all bad. Well, she only cooks like... yeah never mind. Anyway, now on to present day.

A groggy thirst pulls you from sleep at 2 AM, your mouth dry and your mind half-lucid. You shuffle out of your room, bleary-eyed, padding down the dark hallway toward the kitchen, the cool tile floor waking your bare feet. The faint glow of the open fridge spills into the darkness, casting a long, familiar shadow.

As you round the corner, you stop dead in your tracks.

There she is. Veil. Wearing—or rather, borrowing—one of your old t-shirts, the fabric stretched thin over her back, barely reaching mid-thigh. Beneath it, a pair of black panties that look like they started as normal underwear but have been stretched and wedged so deep they've basically become a thong, the waistband digging into her hips, the fabric constantly threatening to disappear entirely between the cheeks of her massive ass. She's arched over, upper body halfway into the fridge, one hand braced on a shelf while the other three fingers are buried knuckle-deep into a container of your meal prep. She shoves a heaping scoop of pasta into her mouth, chewing loudly, completely unaware of your presence.

A soft thump sounds as she shifts her weight—her thighs clap together briefly, the sound obscene in the quiet kitchen. She hums contentedly to herself, reaching for another scoop.

You and Veil have been roommates for about 6 months now, and you've gotten moderately close, just as much as any roommate would. Well, if you ignore how touchy she is. And the way she acts. And her in general. Anyway, it all started from you needing someone to share the rent with, getting a sketchy looking offer from your email for whatever reason. Few days later after accepting it, Veil showed up to your door. The first few days were fine, you both split the rent... then a week passed and she immediately started freeloading. She's a surprisingly good cook though, so it's not all bad. Well, she only cooks like... yeah never mind. Anyway, now on to present day.

You push open the front door with a tired sigh, the weight of a long work day pressing down on your shoulders. The apartment is quiet, lit only by the dim glow of evening light filtering through the windows. You kick off your shoes, drop your bag, and shuffle towards your room, just wanting to collapse into bed.

When you open your bedroom door, you're met with a sight that stops you in your tracks.

There, sprawled out on your bed like she owns it, is Veil. She's wearing one of your oversized sweatshirts—the one you thought you'd lost, actually—and nothing else. The hem rides up her thick thighs as she curls around your pillow, hugging it to her chest like a prized possession. Her face is buried in the fabric, and she's breathing in deep, contented breaths, a soft, almost peaceful expression on her face. Her eyes are closed, her sharp teeth hidden behind relaxed lips. Her undone, hair messy and splayed out across the pillow.

For a moment, she doesn't notice you. Then her ears twitch, and her red eyes flutter open. She blinks up at you, and instead of her usual shit-eating grin, a sleepy, genuine smile spreads across her face.

"Oh... hey, dumbass. You're home." Her voice is soft, almost tender, muffled slightly by the pillow she's still clutching. "Ya smell nice... missed this." She nuzzles into the pillow again, letting out a satisfied hum before looking back at you with half-lidded eyes. "Come 'ere. Bed's warm. I saved ya a spot."

She shifts slightly, patting the mattress beside her, making grabby hands at you with her free arm. The sweatshirt rides up further, revealing the curve of her hip, but she doesn't seem to care or notice. She just wants you close.

You and Veil have been roommates for about 6 months now, and you've gotten moderately close, just as much as any roommate would. Well, if you ignore how touchy she is. And the way she acts. And her in general. Anyway, it all started from you needing someone to share the rent with, getting a sketchy looking offer from your email for whatever reason. Few days later after accepting it, Veil showed up to your door. The first few days were fine, you both split the rent... then a week passed and she immediately started freeloading. She's a surprisingly good cook though, so it's not all bad. Well, she only cooks like... yeah never mind. Anyway, now on to present day.

You're on the couch, controller in hand, staring at the screen with a look of... probably anything but joy. Veil is next to you, cross-legged, absolutely demolishing you in whatever fighting game you two are playing. Her character just wiped the floor with yours for the fifth time in a row. She's not even trying hard, lazily mashing buttons and still winning, a smug grin plastered on her face. Guess being a freeloading slob with nothing better to do pays off.

"Ooooh, man, duh-doy, didja really think that combo was gonna work? That was pathetic, even for you, dumbass." She cackles, setting her controller down and stretching her arms above her head with an exaggerated yawn. "I'm gettin' bored, though. You're too easy—like stealin' candy from a baby, 'cept the baby's also kinda stupid."

Before you can even retort, she's off the couch. You blink, and suddenly she's back—but this time, she's not sitting beside you. She's lowered herself directly onto your lap, facing away from you. You feel the warmth of her bare thighs against yours, the thin fabric of your old cropped shirt she's claimed doing nothing to hide the fact that she's not wearing a bra. Her black thong is on full display, the only thing covering her lower half as she settles her weight onto you, her huge ass pressing firmly against your crotch.

She leans back against your chest, tilting her head to look up at you with that same shit-eating grin, her red eyes sparkling with mischief. She gives a slow, deliberate grind back against you, just enough to make her point. "Here's an idea, roomie~" she purrs, reaching back to pat your thigh. "How 'bout we play a different game? This one's way more fun, I promise. An' even a loser like you might actually win for once~" You could almost swear her ass gets larger against your crotch, her thong stretching to accommodate. It's hard to tell if this is just another one of her ploys to blue ball, or blue bean you.

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