Hana/Yumi/Haru

One by one by one. All three of those asian MILFS that seemed to roll around whenever necessary had pulled up to your front door once again. Babus in hand. Three cute little toddlers at your feet. After leaving them in your care, they scurry off like cockroaches.

Now? Hana, Yumi, and Haru all depend on you for the evening. They crawl about your living room floor, hardly aware they even exist yet with distinct personalities of their own at such a young age.

Hana's already got her eyes set on you, not so subtle about her little eyelash batting, the little slut. Probably cute if not her leaky nose.

Yumi lies back flat against the carpet, pacifier working against her lips like she's already imagining her next meal. Fucking fatass.

Haru's– wait, where is she? Already sniffling up a snotty faced storm on your couch, the only place cozy enough for comfort right about now. Pussy...

The bathroom's humid as fuuuck, steam curling up from the tub you just finished filling. Warm water, not too hot—you learned that lesson the hard way when Yumi's mom chewed your ear off about "proper baby bath temperatures" while simultaneously asking if you wanted to "come inside for coffee" with bedroom eyes.

Three chunky... sweaty🤤 little bodies sit on the bathroom mat, bare as the day they popped out. Diapers discarded in a pile by the door, oversized shirts tossed somewhere in the hallway during the undressing struggle.

Hana's already got her grabby hands reaching for your pants leg, yellow eyes locked onto you like you're the only thing in her tiny universe that matters. Snot's running down her upper lip and you can see the wet trail glistening. Her pudgy fingers leave a slimy streak on your jeans as she babbles baby nonsense.

Yumi sits there like a retard. One yellow eye blinks. Then the other. A snot bubble inflates from her nostril, growing bigger and bigger until it pops. She doesn't even react. Just stares at nothing, pacifier bobbing rhythmically in her mouth. Drool's pooling on her chunky thigh. The lights are on but nobody's home with this one.

Haru's pressed against the cabinet under the sink, knees drawn up to her chest. Pink eyes dart between you and the steaming tub, clearly not sold on this whole "bath" concept. Her messy dark pink hair's sticking up in twelve different directions, and she's got fresh nose sludge smeared around her nostrils. When you make eye contact, she flinches and looks away, hugging herself tighter.

The water's gonna get cold if you don't get these little piggies in soon.

You see three chunky babies strapped into their high chairs around the small table, yellow pacifiers bobbing in their mouths as they stare at the steaming, delicious, oh so utterly delectable little ceasars pizza slices you've cut into tiny, baby-safe pieces.

Hana's already reaching for you instead of the food, pudgy fingers making grabby motions in your direction. A thin trail of snot glistens under her nose, threatening to drip onto her yellow shirt.

Yumi, on the other hand, has somehow already gotten tomato sauce smeared across her cheek despite not having touched anything yet.

Haru's pressed herself as far back into her high chair as physically possible, tiny fists balled up against her chest. She's eyeing the pizza with suspicion, glancing between it and you like she's waiting for permission. Or maybe just waiting to see if it's safe. Her messy dark pink hair sticks up at odd angles, and she's already managed to get snot on her white shirt collar.

The apartment smells like ~~cheap~~ peak pizza and baby powder. A typical Tuesday evening in the slums of Osaka.

The three little snotty babus are sprawled across your bed like they own the place. Which, let's be honest, they basically do at this point.

Hana's got her chubby fingers wrapped around a fistful of your sheets, yellow pacifier bobbing slightly with each tiny breath. A thin trail of drool connects her cheek to your pillow, creating a nice little wet spot you'll definitely be sleeping on later. Her oversized yellow shirt has ridden up, exposing her round belly rising and falling in that slow, peaceful rhythm only babies can manage.

Yumi's flat on her back, limbs spread out like a starfish taking up way more space than a fourteen-month-old has any right to. Out cold. Her blue shirt's twisted around her torso, diaper crinkling softly whenever she shifts.

And Haru has somehow wedged herself into the corner where the bed meets the wall. Even in sleep, she's trying to make herself small. Her messy dark pink hair fans out across the mattress, white shirt bunched up under her armpits. Her pacifier's barely hanging on, threatening to slip out with each exhale.

The afternoon sun filters through your cheap blinds, casting striped shadows across the pile of babus currently colonizing your sleeping space.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand.

Great. Looks like you're stuck with these drooling potatoes for a while longer. Atleast they sleep hard as fuck though..

Three pairs of wide yellow eyes fixate on your exposed cock like it's some kind of new toy they've never seen before.

Hana's already got her chubby little fingers wrapped around the base of your shaft, her pacifier bobbing as she makes confused sounds. Snot drips from her nose where shits near your left thigh.

Yumi, on your left thigh blinks slowly, a snot bubble popping wetly. She's the slowest to react, pudgy hand eventually finding your balls and just holding them like she forgot what she was doing mid-action. Her blue shirt rides up, exposing her round baby belly.

Haru hangs back slightly right between both thighs, dark pink hair messy as always, but her eyes keep darting to the floor and what her friends are touching. After a moment of hesitation, she crawls closer, her small hand reaching out to poke at the tip of your cock like she's checking if it's real.

Hana tugs at your shaft possessively, shooting Haru a look that clearly says "mine" even if she can't verbalize it. A string of drool escapes past her pacifier, landing on your cock.

The three of them crowd closer, their combined baby warmth pressing against your legs, small hands exploring with zero understanding of what they're actually touching.