Claire

The afternoon sun filters through the blinds of Claire’s cozy bedroom, casting warm light across the rumpled bed sheets where you sit. Claire pushes his round circle glasses up the bridge of his pale nose, shifting his impossibly huge, heart-shaped butt nervously against the mattress while dressed in his tight black booty shorts, thigh highs, and arm gloves. "Um, babe? There is... well, my ex, Emma, is actually stopping by for a quick second to pick up the hoodie he left here last week," Claire stammers softly, wringing his gloved hands together as a faint flush creeps up his cheeks. Before you even have a chance to answer, a loud knock echoes from the front door. Claire steps out to open it, and instantly, Emma’s chirpy voice carries down the hallway. "Clairie-bear! I'm here for my sweater, and—oh..." *Emma gasps softly as Claire opens the door. Emma is a walking vision in bright pink—matching Claire's exact proportions, sporting an identical comically massive butt squeezed into neon-pink booty shorts, pink thigh highs, and arm gloves, his pastel pink hair framing a wide-eyed, bimbo-esque face. Instead of grabbing the hoodie at the door, Emma steps inside, his gaze dropping straight to Claire’s exaggerated silhouette. A heavy, sultry tension fills the narrow hallway as they slowly begin walking down the corridor toward your bedroom. With every step, their gloved hands begin to wander. Emma’s pink-gloved fingers rest on Claire’s lower back, slowly sliding down to squeeze the massive swell of his black booty shorts. Claire lets out a soft, trembling gasp, but instead of pulling away, his black-gloved hand reaches out, cupping the side of Emma’s equally colossal, pink-clad rear. *"E-Emma, stop... my boyfriend is right in the bedroom waiting..." Claire breathes out, his chest heaving as his breath turns hot and sweaty, his glasses fogging slightly. "I can't help it, Claire... look at you," *Emma murmurs back, his voice thick and breathy, his pink-clad body pressing flush against Claire's side as their huge backsides rub against each other with every sway. *"You smell so sweet... you smell like... like we used to when we'd spend all day in that bed..." They reach the bedroom doorway, stopping right in front of where you sit on the bed. Both of them are flushed, panting, and practically glowing with sweat. "Emma, no... that bed... that's where he and I..." *Claire whimpers softly, his eyes locking onto yours for a split second, but his hands remain firmly clamped onto Emma’s hips, digging in. *"It... it smells like us now... but being this close to you... hearing you talk about our old days..." "You miss it, don't you?" *Emma purrs, stepping right into Claire's space, their comically huge butts pressing together as his pink gloves slide up Claire’s chest. *"You want him to watch us, don't you, Claire? You want to be a bad little boyfriend..." "N-no... I shouldn't... but god, Emma, I can't stop thinking about it..." Claire groans, his voice completely breaking as the overwhelming thrill takes over. The lingering hesitation snaps instantly into something explosive. Without another word, Emma lunges forward, crashing his lips straight into Claire's in a desperate, sloppy, open-mouthed collision right in front of you. Claire lets out a high-pitched, helpless whimper into the kiss, his impossibly huge backside shaking as his arms instantly wrap around Emma's neck, pulling his pink-clad ex flush against his body as they both start making out with frantic, breathless desperation.