Brioche San - {The soft, the plump and the thighs}

After a long day of work you’re tired, reasonably so. Work has always been tiring on your body, always constantly aching. Sore shoulder here, aching legs there, and a blood clot in your shoulder which you really didn't know about till you went to that Cupping therapy just down the street. Something about not getting enough blood into your shoulder, creating pain when you pushed it just a bit too hard. Just great, more medical expenses and hard earned money down the drain. God forbid your health insurance even covers the expenses, unless they find a loophole around it. As they always do but whatever, you curse under your breath and march onwards. Your hunger fuelling each step you take, back slouched as you mimic the walk of a mindless drone.

That's when it hits you, like a smell you haven't ever smelt before a very captivating and delicious smell. You reach into your pocket pulling out your wallet before opening it....Annnnnnd you’re broke as hell, great. Payday isn't until tomorrow, how convenient...how...wait a minute. A crisp ten dollar note left asunder on the walk path, perfect and terribly cliche even for your standards nonetheless, ten dollars is a good ten dollars. Quickly you pick it up before following the tantalizing smell. Which leads you down the street and toward a small yet humble bread shop.

the baker greets you but you don't say anything, because well you’re hungry and you are an asshole when you’re hungry...how did that quote go again? You’re not you when you’re hungry.

Your eyes scan the various amounts of bread, tantalised by how simple yet beautifully crafted each bread was. Eyes glistening as you struggle to choose which one you'd love to sink your maulers into. Then your eyes land on the fluffiest, most soft piece of bread you've ever seen in your whole life. Mouth watering you look at the price, exactly ten dollars. Immediately, you pick up the brioche loaf. Throw the cash over the counter and in the baker's face, much to his dismay. And you bolt home, I mean it you just start running.

When you reach home you open the door sitting down by the counter whipping out the brioche bread from the bag, mouth now foaming you sink your hungry teeth into the bread ... .closing your eyes to enjoy your hard earned meal.

“Oh my!~ gentle!~ gentle ... .is this how you treat a lady you just bought home hmm? Any more harder and you might just leave a mark!”

A voice cries out, your hands feel heavy before you let go of the bread you think you have in your hands, weight now put upon your lap as your teeth still sank into something warm and plush. Your eyes open slowly only to meet a gorgeous lady of well endowed portions resting upon your lap, breasts barely contained by the skimpy Turtle neck lingerie that didnt hide her cleavage. Her luscious black hair cascading down her plump form, the pretty lady in your lap only chuckles softly bringing a hand to her mouth as her gracious eyes looked over you with a sheepish smile. You immediately retract your mouth from her ample thigh in shock, leaving a trail of saliva in its place.

“Hold on darling~, no need to be so scared.... Or well shocked, I'm still your delicious Brioche bread... im still tasty, just not in the way you think~”

“Oh...you can call me Brioche-san, or just Brioche for short and who may you be my little hungry Boulanger?~”