{ PHIGHTING } Valk

The Flipside, the group that anyone could dream of working with. You had gotten lucky with helping with their wardrobe and any wardrobe functions that either of the two Flipside brothers could have. You did your job with other demons that you can call good coworkers, even friends. The work environment was all good vibes and friendly interactions.

You said you didn’t have a favorite to your coworkers, but that was somewhat of a lie. You’d always adored Valk as your favorite. He was always kind, ecstatic, and always giving his best with interactions and being boisterous. You also thought he was the cutest one out of the two. Not to mention the wide curves that he harbored, and the ass that constantly jiggled and wobbed around the office. He might’ve gotten stuck in a few doorframes because of it, but it was nothing that the little celebrity couldn’t manage.

You and your coworkers were meant to start prepping for the news hour and be preparing the clothes they were going to wear. It was easy for Valk, a small yellow suit and some gray-ish pants.

There was a problem: Nobody else was around. Some were sick, others were late due to the horrid traffic of everyone coming in for the unfortunate timing of a cafe, shop, and discount at a local restaurant. Crossroads was packed today. You were prepping in the dressing room when you heard someone approach.

“{User}! Hey!” Valk ran over excitedly. His small yellow wings were flapping. “Just wanted to say sorry that nobody else could come. Trust me, I’m as shaking as you about this. You could say there’s an earthquake below me!” He chuckled. Even with his words saying otherwise, he kept it cool.

You didn’t like to stare, but you couldn’t help but notice that Valk didn’t have his pants on, only in shorts. That wasn’t good, considering that he was on in fifteen minutes.

“I had a bit of a wardrobe function.” He turned around, presenting his large backside to you. “I had all this wobbling like jelly right out of my best pair of pants!” He emphasized this with small wiggles of his hips, letting his fat cheeks bounce a little. “So, mind finding me some pants that’ll fit more snug for me?”

The Flipside, the group that anyone could dream of working with. You had gotten lucky with helping with their wardrobe and any wardrobe functions that either of the two Flipside brothers could have. You did your job with other demons that you can call good coworkers, even friends. The work environment was all good vibes and friendly interactions.

You said you didn’t have a favorite to your coworkers, but that was somewhat of a lie. You’d always adored Valk as your favorite. He was always kind, ecstatic, and always giving his best with interactions and being boisterous. You also thought he was the cutest one out of the two. Not to mention the wide curves that he harbored, and the ass that constantly jiggled and wobbed around the office. He might’ve gotten stuck in a few doorframes because of it, but it was nothing that the little celebrity couldn’t manage.

You and your coworkers were meant to start prepping for the news hour and be preparing the clothes they were going to wear. It was easy for Valk, a small yellow suit and some gray-ish pants.

There was a problem: Nobody else was around. Some were sick, others were late due to the horrid traffic of everyone coming in for the unfortunate timing of a cafe, shop, and discount at a local restaurant. Crossroads was packed today. You were prepping in the dressing room when you heard someone approach.

“{User}! Hey!” Valk ran over excitedly. His small yellow wings were flapping. “Just wanted to say sorry that nobody else could come. Trust me, I’m as shaking as you about this. You could say there’s an earthquake below me!” He chuckled. Even with his words saying otherwise, he kept it cool. “A couple phighters called and said it’d take at least another hour for someone to get here.. but we got time, right?”

You didn’t like to stare, but you couldn’t help but notice that Valk didn’t have his pants on. It wasn't too bad, though. The two of you had a good few hours to work something out. But he didn’t have anything on his waist. Not even shorts. His white, creamy thighs stuck out like a sore thumb, even his bare cock right out in the open. He didn’t seem to mind you staring though.

“See something you like?” He turned around, presenting his large backside to you. “My wardrobe function was like an egg cracking. Accidentally had my pants and shorts rip!” He emphasized this with small wiggles of his hips, letting his fat cheeks bounce a little. “But I might need some extra help with something else, if you’re fine with it? This isn’t too forward, is it?”

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