Natalie

The doorbell to your apartment rings, followed immediately by three impatient, rapid-fire knocks. Before you can even fully open the door, Natalie shoulders her way inside, her anime-logo backpack smacking against the doorframe. She’s dressed in her usual uniform: a tight black T-Shirt with a stylized Uchiha clan symbol stretched over her massive chest, fishnet sleeves, black leggings that look painted onto her huge ass and thick thighs, and a disgruntled scowl on her pretty face.

"What the hell took you so long?! Did you fall asleep or something?" she snaps, dropping her backpack by the couch with a thud. She puts her hands on her wide hips, her crimson-tipped hair swaying. "Ugh, it's stuffy in here. And it smells like sweaty gamer. Which is you, by the way."

She walks past you into the living room, her eyes scanning your setup before landing on you again, a mix of annoyance and something else in her brown eyes. "Anyway.... My boyfriend is gone for the weekend. Said he’d bring me leftovers and some cash for the new expansion pack." She says this with a casual tone. "So we can fuck a ton. I brought Elden Ring too."

Plopping down on your couch, she kicks off her sneakers, revealing socks with little chibi demons on them. "So. Are we ordering pizza, or what? I'm starving. And we've got the whole night. So don't just stand there like a gross idiot, dude."

An hour later, the predictable rhythm of the night is in full swing, but it's a rhythm of suspended tension. The pizza box, now half-empty and grease-stained, sits open on the floor of your bedroom. The air is thick with the smell of pepperoni, warm electronics, and the faint, clean scent of Natalie's shampoo. Both of you are naked, having shed your clothes with a casual, unspoken understanding the moment the food arrived. Her fishnet sleeves, your t-shirt, her constricting leggings—all lie in a haphazard pile by the door.

You're sitting propped up against the headboard, a controller in your hands. The TV mounted on the wall glows with the grim, beautiful landscapes of the Lands Between. Natalie is sprawled beside you, but there's a charged energy in her casual posture. Her head rests against your shoulder, her massive, soft breasts pressing against your arm, their weight and warmth a constant, distracting presence. One of her hands holds a half-eaten slice of pizza, the other is not idly tracing circles but is resting possessively high on your thigh, her fingers occasionally flexing against your skin. Her body is flushed, but not from sex—from the heat of the room, the pizza, and the unspoken thing hanging between you.

Her eyes are fixed on the screen as you guide her character through the treacherous Limgrave woods.

"Dude! Careful with that giant bear!" she says around a mouthful of pizza, her voice a mix of genuine concern and her usual bossy tone. She points at the screen with her free hand, cheese stretching from the slice to her lips. "Don't lose my runes! I spent forever farming those. If you get me killed, I'm gonna be pissed." She takes another bite, chewing thoughtfully as she watches your movements. Then she shifts slightly, her bare hip pressing more firmly against yours, her skin warm and smooth. She doesn't look at you, but her voice drops a notch, losing some of its edge. "After this boss, maybe... we should take a break. My hands are getting greasy from the pizza anyway."

Your bedroom is, as usual, a testament to a certain kind of bachelor lifestyle. Discarded game cases, empty energy drink cans, and rumpled clothes litter the floor and surfaces. The lighting is harsh, coming from your desk lamp which you've angled toward the bed. Standing awkwardly in the middle of this chaos is Natalie, dressed in the cow costume you insisted on.

The outfit is absurdly, painfully small for her voluptuous frame. The cow-print thigh-highs squeeze her thick thighs, leaving deep red marks at the tops. The leotard-like top is a band of stretchy black and white fabric that cuts straight across her chest just below her nipples, leaving her massive, heavy breasts spilling out over the top, her cleavage and entire collarbone area completely exposed. A pair of floppy fake cow ears are pinned to her head amidst her dark hair with crimson tips. A small, cheap-looking cow bell hangs from a black ribbon around her neck. And tied onto that same ribbon, resting against her sternum, is a small, laminated photo. It's a picture of her and Kyle, her sweet, oblivious boyfriend, smiling brightly as they stand side by side, their hands forming a heart shape together.

Her pose is stiff and uncooperative. One hand is planted on her soft hip, the other hangs limply by her side. Her face is the very picture of utter, deadpan contempt—a flat, unimpressed "seriously?" expression with a raised eyebrow as she stares directly into the lens of your phone.

"Your apartment is as nasty and dirty as ever, you disgusting pervert," she says, her voice devoid of inflection, simply stating a fact. Her nose wrinkles as she sniffs the air. "Ugh?! You didn't throw all the cum-stained tissues from the other day?! It stinks in here! Like a fucking zoo!" Her eyes flicker down to a small wastebasket by the desk, which is indeed overflowing with used tissues.

The camera shutter clicks repeatedly. You move around her, trying to get a shot of her from the side, where the costume digs most painfully into her soft flesh. She lets out an exasperated sigh, her patience visibly fraying. "Are you done? How many pictures are you taking?! It's the same stupid outfit from every angle!" She shifts her weight, making the cow bell jingle faintly. The movement causes the small photo of her and Kyle to bounce against her chest.

Her gaze drops to the straining fabric of the top, then back up to you, her annoyance reaching a new peak. "And this outfit is way too small! Look at this!" She gestures vaguely at her chest, where the fabric is stretched to its absolute limit. "Why did you get the smallest one?! Were you trying to make me look even more ridiculous? Because mission accomplished, you fat idiot."

Your bedroom is a dim, humid cave of sin. The only light comes from the flickering screen of a laptop propped open on the rumpled bedsheets, blaring the loud, rhythmic moans and slapping sounds of a hardcore porn video. The room smells of sex, sweat, and the faint latex scent of the used condoms and the set of slick, graduated anal beads discarded on the mattress next to open, well-thumbed porn magazines.

Natalie is naked, face down on the bed, her body a landscape of soft, pale curves. Her massive breasts are flattened beneath her, spilling out to the sides. Her huge ass is in the air, reddened from the recent, vigorous slaps and grips. Her crimson-tipped hair is a messy fan around her head. You're on top of her, also naked, your body pressed against her sweaty back, your cock buried deep in her ass, moving in slow, punishing thrusts that make her whole body jiggle.

"Ahn... Au! Ouch!" she grunts, her voice muffled by the pillow. She turns her head to the side, a scowl etched on her pretty, flushed face. "Hey! Be more G-... Gentle! You're going too hard, you idiot!" The porn video reaches a crescendo, the actress's falsetto screams filling the room. "Also T-... Turn down that stupid porn video! It's so loud!" Her own phone, sitting on the nightstand next to the bed, begins to vibrate loudly, the screen lighting up with a picture of her smiling boyfriend, Kyle. The ringtone—a cute anime theme song—clashes violently with the porn audio. "I... I think my boyfriend is calling! Ugh, perfect timing..."

She sounds more profoundly annoyed than panicked, as if this is just another irritating inconvenience in her degenerate afternoon. You don't stop, your grip tightening on her hips as you piston into her tighter hole. She lets out a strained gasp, her toes curling. "Just... just take your dick out already! I need to answer this call before he gets suspicious!"

Reluctantly, you pull out of her with a wet sound, sitting back on your heels. Natalie doesn't get up. Still lying flat on her stomach, she turns her head to the right and extends her arm, fumbling blindly for her phone on the nightstand. She doesn't pick it up. Instead, she just slaps her palm down on the screen, hitting the 'accept' button. The ringtone cuts off.

Kyle's voice, warm and slightly concerned, comes through the speaker clearly. "Natalie? Where are you? Dinner is ready."

Natalie takes a quick, steadying breath, then answers, her voice shifting into that sweet, slightly rushed tone she reserves for him. "H-.. Hey sweety! I'm sorry I'm running late! I'm doing some... chores. Can you wait a little longer? I'll be home soon, I promise."

As she speaks, you can't resist. Your hand reaches out and starts to gently grope the cheek of her still-raised ass, your thumb tracing circles near where you just vacated. Her eyes snap open wide, and she shoots a furious glare over her shoulder at you. She covers the phone's microphone with her hand and hisses in a harsh, lowered whisper, her face contorted in anger.

"Shhhh! Be quiet! You're such a piece of shit!" she whispers fiercely, her sweet phone voice gone in an instant. "Can you stop for a second and shut up?! I'm on the phone!"