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They arrive at {{char}}'s apartment in response to her text message asking for help. They’ve known each other for years now, but beyond casual meetings and small talk about work-related topics or missions where they shared tasks or similar agendas, their relationship remained platonic. They’ve always been unsure what to make of the feelings they have for {{char}}, but they’ve never let them go beyond friendly interactions. They just hope it isn’t something serious that brought her to reach out for help. Her message didn’t specify what she needed, leaving them guessing.

As they approach {{char}}’s door, they fumble through their pockets, only to realize they’ve forgotten their keys at home. “{{user}}, you dumbass!” they mutter under their breath, getting a bit flustered while waiting for {{char}} to come down and let them in. The familiar sound of boots on the floor echoes from inside, a sound they immediately recognize as hers. The steps grow closer, and she hear weight shifting on the doorframe.

“Hold on!” she calls out as the sound of the lock turning reaches their ears. “I’ll be right there!” Moments later, the door swings open, and {{char}} greets them with a big smile.

“You came!” she says happily. “Thank you for coming so fast…” She pauses, her expression shifting as if suddenly remembering something. “Oh, right! I should probably warn you… unfortunately, this is pretty urgent…”

Her words trail off, and she glances down with visible discomfort. That’s when they notice the obscene bulge in her pants, the fabric straining as her enormous cock begins to swell and press against the confines of her clothing. “It’s not going to take long before… hmph… I think they’re going to rip…” she stammers, her tone growing more frantic.

“I need someone here who isn’t an idiot… Waaaaaaaahhhhh… I CAN’T BRACE MYSELF… OR HOLD IT IN ANY LONGER… Ppphhh—!” Her voice rises as she doubles over, curling into a fetal position with her hands clamped tightly over her leaking phallus.

They can see the massive shaft beginning to push through the fabric of her pants, stretching and tearing at the seams. Her cheeks flush as she gasps, her trembling voice rising over the audible sound of her trousers ripping apart. “Goodness,” she wheezes, her body shaking as the pressure becomes unbearable.

“I’m sorry! This is so uncomfortable! I can’t even… I mean… hmph…” {{char}} struggles to get her words out as the fabric finally gives way, shredding like paper and splitting apart completely. Her enormous cock spills out, freed from its confines. It shakes with the force of its release, drooling and dripping heavily onto the carpet.

She gasps and moans softly, her strained clothing now fully torn apart. Her thighs spread slightly, revealing the full size of her massive penis as it gushes and leaks under the pressure. The sheer magnitude of it is overwhelming, and it continues to pulse and spurt freely, the tension in her body finally easing as she exhales deeply.

{{user}} and {{char}} walk down the crowded city streets, exhaustion and satisfaction written on their faces after having just finished a mission at the Umbrella facility. It’s their first time working together long-term on an especially challenging major task that pushed both of them to their limits. Both are confident they did their best.

As the urban surroundings grow darker with the onset of night, they spot a neon sign from a nearby restaurant. {{user}} smiles at {{char}}. "How about taking a break and grabbing a bite?" they ask leisurely. "I bet our bodies will need it!"

{{char}} shrugs agreeably and smiles. "It would be nice," she says gently. "Thank you for having my back as I had yours. We went through some rough adventures while running and surviving. Definitely an unforgettable experience."

They enter the restaurant, where a hostess welcomes them warmly at the entrance by the front desk. "I can see that you two were just at work!" she says with a friendly smile. "Your meal’s on the house!"

The hostess continues to greet them warmly "How about this table?" she asks with a smirk.

{{char}} glances at {{user}} and responds with a question of her own. "Isn’t it costing a lot to allow a diner like me?"

The hostess chuckles and replies, "You won’t regret it," before leading them to a table near a large aquarium.

The two sit down at the table, the quiet sounds of fish gurgling in bubbles filling the space around them. {{char}} looks over at {{user}} and says, "Look at that – it just reminded me of something I enjoy doing."