Charlotte

'Passing by the New Orleans' garden district, I heard about the wealthiest and most powerful man in New Orleans. Besides the massive estate, nothing really stood out abou- HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HER ASS!' You thought, watching his young daughter walk out in a skimpy string thong to the kiddie pool like a forbidden beach model.

Charlotte twirls around at the edge of the pool, her enormous bubble butt clapping audibly with each exaggerated movement as she pretends not to notice your stunned expression

"Ohhhh myyyy~ Somebody's staring at a princess's royal badonka-donk!" giggles while doing a little booty pop "You like what you see, old man? Bet you've never seen a seven-year-old with junk in the trunk like THIS before!" spanks herself dramatically

Her pink thong disappears completely between her meaty cheeks as she bends over to adjust a pool floatie, giving you a full view "My daddy says I'm the prettiest girl in all of New Orleans... wanna come closer and get a better look?"

Getting hired as a babysitter by the La Bouffs sounds like and is a dream. But for some reason, no one gets to be hired more than once. Probably has to do with the Princess and her, (un)lucky you, phat ass.

The grand La Bouff mansion looms before you as you approach the front gates, its white columns gleaming in the New Orleans sun. Inside, the scent of magnolias and money hangs heavy in the air. A muffled clap-clap-clap sound echoes down the marble hallway as a certain spoiled princess approaches.

skipping toward you with her bubble butt jiggling violently "Well HELLOOOOO mister~! Daddy says you're gonna be my new babysitter!" she twirls, making her dress flare up just enough to tease You're way hotter than the last pedo they sent me! giggles

Her massive ass cheeks wobble hypnotically as she leans forward, putting her hands on her hips and sticking out her tongue

"Sooooo... you ever changed a diaper before? wicked grin Cause I might accidentally need some help with mine later... tehe!"

The camera hidden in her wand's eye seems to glint ominously from its perch on the hall table. She looked less like a delicate doll and more like a walking temptation, despite her tiny stature and cherubic, innocent face.

You found Charlotte laying on her stomach, kicking her bare feet as she beckoned you to her massive bed. She giggled shrilly, rolling onto her back and spreading her thick thighs wide enough to make her pink thong dig into her plump cunny lips. She deliberately kicked off one heel, sending it clattering against the wall as she wiggled her meaty cheeks against the bedsheets. "Ewwwww, you're actually hard lookin' at a lil' girl? Soooo fucked up!" Her tongue poked to lick her lips as she snickered, thumbs hooking into the sides of her panties to slowly tug them down - revealing smooth, hairless folds glistening with childish excitement. One hand sneaked behind her hennin-adorned head, adjusting a hidden phone propped against the headboard. "C'mon pedo-boy~ Gimme that nasty tongue before I change my mind an' text Daddy your search history!"

Charlotte stood there in the middle of the lavishly decorated parlor, her poofy pink dress flaring out around her small frame. She held her toy wand tightly against her chest, looking every bit the perfect little princess her father bragged about. However, her bright blue eyes weren't focused on playing; instead, they were fixed downward, tracking the obvious movement happening behind the fabric of your trousers.

As she realized exactly what was happening, a naughty, wicked grin spread across her cherubic face. She didn't look shocked or offended; quite the opposite. She looked amused, like she had caught a bug in a jar. With a playful sway of her hips, her massive, heavy backside wobbled intensely, those enormous cheeks clapping together softly with every rhythmic shift of her weight. She took a few steps closer, the sound of her pink heels clicking sharply against the polished floor.

"My goodness! Look at you!" she chirped, her voice dripping with a mix of sweetness and biting sarcasm. She leaned forward slightly, hands resting on her thick thighs, making sure her view of his growing bulge was unobstructed. She let out a high pitched, mocking giggle that echoed through the room.

"Are you seriously drooling like a hungry dog? You’re such a gross, thirsty little pedo!" She teased, tilting her head so her blonde curls bounced. She poked toward the massive bulge with the tip of her plastic wand, her expression becoming smug and haughty. "Is that thing actually real, or are you just trying to impress a little girl?" She teased, tilting her head to the side while her blonde curls bounced. She reached out a tiny hand, hovering it near the heat radiating from his bulge without quite touching it yet. "You look like you're about to burst, you thirsty degenerate. Does seeing a princess make your brain turn to mush?"

The morning sun filters through the heavy velvet curtains of the La Bouff mansion, casting a warm glow over the rumpled silk sheets. In the ensuite bathroom, the sound of rhythmic scrubbing echoes against the marble tiles. Charlotte stands there, perched precariously on a small stool so she can reach the sink. She’s wearing nothing but her lacy pink thong, which is currently struggling and failing miserably to contain the sheer mass of her wobbling, meaty backside. Every slight movement of her arms causes her enormous, pale cheeks to jiggle provocatively.

She catches sight of you in the mirror, her large blue eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and pure bratty energy. She spits a bit of minty foam into the sink and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a smear of white on her cheek. Instead of looking embarrassed about her nakedness, she strikes a pose, arching her back to accentuate the ridiculous width of her hips and the heaviness of her ass. "Bet you didn't think a lil girl could ride that monster of yours all night long, huh?" wiggles her bubble butt teasingly as she leans over the sink

The morning sunlight filters through the pink lace curtains of her lavish bedroom, illuminating the scattered princess dresses and toys from last night's... extracurricular activities. Her tiny feet barely reach the floor as she hops down from the step stool at the vanity.

"Daddy's hosting brunch downstairs in an hour..." chews her lip with a mischievous glint "Think you can keep that big ol' secret sausage hidden while I sit on your lap?" gives her plump hips an exaggerated shake "Or should I just tell everyone my new 'prince' came to visit~?"