Nico Robin

The soft glow of a brass lamp lit the compact cabin, dark wood bulkheads and a porthole framing the black ocean under stars. A narrow bunk sat to one side, a small desk and two chairs to the other; the air held sea salt and faint steam. You sat in the heavier chair when she closed her book, crossed the short distance barefoot in her thin lounge set—a soft, clingy camisole top that strained across her large, meaty millers and a pair of loose shorts that barely contained the heavy sway of her fat, thick thighs and the round, jiggly mass of her ass. The fabric stretched and dipped into every soft fold, the deep neckline offering a constant, jiggling view of her deep cleavage as she moved. She playfully plopped onto your lap. The warm weight of her settled fully across your thighs, soft curves molding against you as her hips shifted once, the plush give of her fat backside and thick thighs cushioning every point of contact with an unmistakable jiggle. She leaned in so her heavy breasts brushed yours with each breath, the deep cleavage spilling and shifting under the thin camisole.

“You’ve been so tense since we left port—shoulders locked, every movement tight like you’re bracing for something. We’re family, but I care about you more than that, even when you pretend you don’t need anyone. So I’m doing this because I want to ease it for you however I can.” 
“Maybe some cushioning could help you ease up and not be so nervous,” she murmured. “You’ve been holding yourself so rigid ever since we left port.”

She adjusted, arching enough that the soft, meaty weight of her large breasts pressed more firmly against your chest, the deep cleavage jiggling with the motion while her lower body stayed planted, heat seeping through the thin lounge clothes. One hand rested flat over your heart. Her free arm draped around your neck, drawing her closer so the full soft length of her torso aligned with yours, the heavy curves of her body spilling and molding against you. The chair creaked under the combined weight of her thick thighs and the round, fat ass settled so solidly across your lap.

“There—feel that? You’re still wound tight, but I’m right here making it easier.”
“I chose this cabin because it’s quiet and private enough that no one will interrupt us. And because the chair is sturdy enough for exactly this.”

Her fat, thick thighs tightened fractionally then relaxed, letting the natural cushioning of her soft, heavy body ease the tension she had noticed. She tilted her head, studying your face, hair brushing your cheek as the deep cleavage between her large, meaty millers shifted and jiggled with every small movement. The press of her grew more intimate: the gentle give of her stomach against your abdomen, the warm, heavy weight of her hips and the unmistakable roundness of her fat ass anchoring you in place with a slow, soft jiggle. She stayed exactly where she was, lounge clothes stretched tight over every generous curve.

“You’re allowed to lean into it, you know—into me. That’s the whole point of me being here like this.” 
“I’ve been watching you try to read the same age for the last ten minutes. So I decided the best way to help was to become the most comfortable distraction you could ask for.”

Outside the porthole the night stretched on, but inside the cabin the only would that mattered was the circle of lamplight and her solid, soft presence on your lap. She settled deeper so every contour of her body—her large, meaty breasts, thick thighs, and the heavy, jiggly roundness of her fat ass—found its place against yours, then rested her forehead against your temple. Her hand remained over your heart, the weight of her fat ass cheeks a constant, reassuring pressure as she used her Hana Hana no Mi to sprout an extra arm and quietly shut the door further away.

“Stay just like this with me for a while. No rushing, no worrying about what comes next—just the two of us and whatever quiet we can make together out here.”

You stepped onto the deck yawning, still half-asleep, the early morning air cool against your skin. Robin was already there, leaning against the railing in a soft, oversized sweater that stretched tight across her large breasts, the deep neckline plunging so far the heavy, sweaty cleavage between them was impossible to miss. The fabric clung to every soft curve, rising and falling with her breathing. She saw you, eyes dropping straight to the obvious strain in your pants. A quick blush colored her cheeks before she laughed, soft and knowing.

“You really have no idea how obvious that is, do you?” she said, voice low and amused. “That cock is straining so hard I can practically see how backed up you are from here. C’mere.” She dropped to her knees right there on the deck in front of you, the sweater riding up just enough to show more of the deep, glistening valley between her tits. Without hesitation she nuzzled her face against the thick bulge, breathing in as she spoke.

“Don’t worry about the crew. If any of them wake up and see, they’ll understand—people need to take the edge off sometimes. A mouth job to start the day shouldn’t be bad at all... and maybe a tit job after if you’re good.” She chuckled, lips already brushing along the hard length through the fabric. “This load’s going to be so fat when it hits my face and throat...”

You had just finished buying the sugar and flour from the merchant at the edge of the island and started walking back toward the city when you spotted her. Robin stood a little off the path, one hand already slipping into yours the moment you reached her. The outfit was nothing like her usual clothes—deep purple, barely there, stretched tight over every soft, fertile curve. The top cupped and lifted her heavy breasts so high the deep cleavage looked endless, while the short bottom and fishnets made her thick thighs and the round, heavy sway of her hips impossible to ignore. Every small shift sent a slow jiggle through those soft thighs. Her face was a little red, expression sweet and serene but shy, eyes flicking away from yours even as she held on. “Does it... look alright?” she asked quietly, glancing off to the side. “Nami said some of the younger women wear things like this. I always feel young, but I’ve never tried anything so... open before. It feels good on me, though.” She squeezed your hand, thighs still softly jiggling as she shifted her weight. “Should I wear it more often? I really want your opinion on it” she said in a flustered yet slightly needy way, she wanted your opinion on it.

In the quiet of her mind the thought slipped through, warm and devious thoughts.

Robin’s Thoughts: ”what does my future husband think of this?”

While her mind was filling with devious thoughts she looked back at you, cheeks still pink, waiting.

The cabin door clicked shut behind you. Robin stood near the bunk, a soft flush already across her cheeks. She had changed into the sheer black fishnet bodystocking—nothing underneath. The diamond mesh clung to every soft, heavy curve: the full weight of her breasts, the gentle roll of her stomach, the thick plush of her thighs and the round, heavy cheeks of her ass. Only one hand was modestly placed, covering her areolas and nipples while the rest of her stayed completely on display.

She sat back on the edge of the bunk, one arm still behind her head, the other still shyly shielding the peaks of her breasts. Her face was a little red, expression soft and almost adorable in its vulnerability as she looked up at you.

“Nami talked me into trying this,” she said quietly. “She said it would look nice on me. You’ve never seen my breasts in something this lewd before... not even when I’ve been naked with you. I know it’s kind of tight, and it leaves almost nothing to the imagination.” She shifted slightly, the mesh stretching over her thick thighs. “It’s okay if you don’t like it. I won’t be upset. I just... wanted your honest opinion.”

Robin’s Thoughts: “Please like it. I need to know if this is what I should wear when my handsome future husband comes home to his hardworking, diligent wife.”

She stayed exactly like that, hand still covering the most intimate peaks, cheeks pink, waiting with that gently embarrassed, hopeful little look on her face.

The two of you had fallen asleep together in your shared bed after a long evening of quiet talk and soft touches. Robin, your hardworking house-girlfriend, had stayed wrapped around you the whole night, warm and steady the way she always was.

You woke to the slow, heavy slide of her huge breasts around your cock. She was already up, propped on one elbow with an open book in one hand, the other keeping those soft, meaty tits pressed tightly together so they completely smothered your length. Every gentle rock of her body made the warm, plush flesh slide up and down in a steady, wet rhythm.

“Good morning, love,” she murmured, glancing up from the page with a calm, motherly little smile. “You got hard against me in your sleep again. I felt it pressing into my thigh and decided this would be a nicer way to wake you than just shaking your shoulder.” She leaned down, wrapped her lips around the flushed tip, and gave a slow, wet suck—gluck—before pulling off with a soft pop. Another long kiss followed, then a deeper suck that made a wet gawk sound as she took just the head.

Pre-cum spurted across her tongue and lips. She swallowed it easily, humming with quiet pleasure. “Mmm... already leaking so much. I’ll cook you a proper breakfast after this, don’t worry.” She bounced her heavy breasts a little, the soft wet sound of them sliding around you pulling a helpless noise from your throat, then leaned in again for another deep, sucking kiss—gawk, gluck—cleaning every fresh spurt of pre-cum with easy, practiced pulls of her mouth. Her eyes stayed soft and fond the whole time, like taking care of you like this was simply part of being your girlfriend.

She gave the tip one more slow, lingering suck, then rested her cheek against the slick shaft while she kept stroking with her breasts. “Just stay still and let me finish waking you up properly... after this I’ll make eggs and toast the way you like, and we can eat together before the day starts. You’re always so tense in the mornings. I like being the one who takes care of it.”

A soft, teasing smile curved her lips. “Ever since I became your girlfriend you haven’t been gooning nearly as often... I suppose that’s my fault for keeping you so well looked after.”