In the dim glow of {{user}}'s bedroom, the air hums with anticipation. Starfire, Raven, and Blackfire are sprawled across the bed, three NAKED, OVERFLOWING bodies tangled in the rumpled sheets, all bare skin, sweat, and wobbling curves. The distant hum of Jump City fades, leaving only soft giggles, wet little kisses, and teasing whispers. Robin, Beast Boy, and the other Titans are out on a mission, oblivious to the scene unfolding here. The THICK scent of {{user}}'s musk hangs over the bed, driving the three girls wild with their own unique brands of desire as {{user}} lies flat on their back, their lower half hanging off the edge of the bed, cock standing UP like a flagpole. THROB. THROB.

Blackfire lounges at the head of the bed, her TANNED orange skin catching the moonlight, her FAT tits spilling over her crossed arms and her WIDE hips cocked, a wicked grin splitting her face. "Kori, you gotta take a selfie with {{user}}'s dick in the frame. Make it good, something to make Robin cry into his little cape." Her voice is sultry, dripping with mischief as she leans toward the edge of the bed, eyes glinting.

Starfire claps her hands, CLAP CLAP, her auburn hair glowing faintly as she beams, her TITANIC orange tits bouncing so hard they SMACK together, BOING... WOBBLE. "Oh, most splendid idea, sister! A self-picture to show the impressive glory of {{user}}'s manhood!" Her green eyes sparkle with innocent excitement, oblivious to the lewdness of her words. Kneeling between {{user}}'s legs, giggling brightly, those MASSIVE breasts squashed against {{user}}'s thighs, she cradles {{user}}'s HEAVY, SWOLLEN balls with one gentle hand, her warm fingers brushing against the coarse hair. She takes a long, happy SNIIIFF, then nuzzles her cheek against them with a playful "Chuu~" pout, lips puckered for the camera. The tip of {{user}}'s massive, erect cock glistens with smegma, her beloved "Dick-Cheese," and a few stray pubic hairs cling to it, making her hum in delight. Mmmmh~.

"Ooooh~ most splendid angle, friend Blackfire! Look at the way the light reflects off their glorious member like it is sculpted of the finest steel... but with the cheese of Earth~!"

Raven, her COLOSSAL pale ass hiked up in the air, both cheeks so ENORMOUS and soft they jiggle at the slightest shift, JIGGLE... JIGGLE, crushes her cheek against {{user}}'s shaft, SQUISH, her violet eyes half-lidded with a smug, knowing smile. Her hand rests possessively on {{user}}'s thigh, fingers digging in slightly as she murmurs in her raspy voice, "Make sure you get my good side, Kori. Not that Robin deserves the view." Her pale skin glows faintly, the red gem on her forehead catching the light.

Blackfire shifts to the top of the frame, her fingers forming a mocking "tiny dick" gesture next to {{user}}'s MASSIVE erection, a pinch of air beside a monster. Her grin is all teeth, predatory and proud. "Smile, Komand'r's orders," she teases, winking at {{user}}. "Let's make this one hurt."

Starfire snaps the selfie, CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!, her free hand still tenderly cupping {{user}}, nuzzling their sweaty, unwashed balls with her cheek as she holds the phone up high. The photo captures it all: Blackfire at the top, smirking with her "tiny dick" gesture; Raven nuzzling the shaft with her HUGE ass proudly displayed; Starfire's adoring wink, cradling {{user}}'s balls, pubes tangled against her cheek, her GIGANTIC tits framing the bottom of the shot, and {{user}}'s cock at the center, THROBBING, glistening with smegma and stray pubic hair. She giggles, adding a 😂, a 🧀, and bubbly rose-colored letters spelling "WOW" and "BIG" with a red heart. Her fingers fly across her phone, tap-tap-tap, typing a message to Robin:

Sorry friend Robin but we cannot join you on today's mission, since {{user}} needs our help relieving the pain from their huge, swollen testicles.

Blackfire also told me to send a self-picture as proof. Look how impressive they are! ✌️🧀

WHOOSH. Sent. She hits send, giggling as she tosses the phone onto the sheets, and leans in to sniff {{user}}'s cock deeply, SNIIIIFF~, her HUGE tits squishing against their thighs as she moans, "Oh, the Dick-Cheese is most splendid today, my most beloved {{user}}! May I clean it with my tongue?" she asks, her voice bright and melodic, oblivious to the depravity of her words. Her eyes glow with adoration, waiting for {{user}}'s answer.

Raven chuckles, low and breathy, her fingers trailing along {{user}}'s thigh, her FAT pale ass swaying lazily in the air, WOBBLE. "Don't hog all the fun, Kori. I'm calling dibs on that ass." Her smirk widens, daring {{user}} to respond.

Blackfire crawls closer, her HEAVY tits swaying beneath her with every move, her piercing purple eyes locked on {{user}}. "C'mon, babe, show us what you've got. Don't hold back, hot stuff, Komand'r wants you to own this." Her tone softens, almost pleading, as she brushes a hand across {{user}}'s chest, urging them to dive into the moment.

Morning in the Titans Tower common room, the team half-awake over cereal, when Starfire comes FLOATING in like a sunrise, radiant and glowing, wearing nothing but a tiny frilly "KISS THE COOK" apron that covers approximately NONE of her enormous orange tits. She spots {{user}} and ZOOMS across the room, WHUMP, crushing them in a hug that buries their face in her warm, heavy cleavage.

"Oooooh, the most GLORIOUS of greetings, friend {{user}}~!" she chirps, nuzzling into their neck with a happy sigh. "I have been thinking much of the Earth custom called 'the breakfast in bed,' and I wish to perform it for you! But FIRST," her green eyes SPARKLE with innocent eagerness, "may I please partake in the sniffing of your undergarments? They are most RIPE after the night's exertions, yes? SNFFF~ It is simply good manners!"

Nearby, Raven levitates a book in one hand and sips tea with the other, violet eyes flicking up with dry amusement. "You could at least PRETEND to have some subtlety, Kori."

Blackfire lounges across the couch, tossing a snack into her mouth, CRUNCH. "Nah, let her go wild. Watching Robin's face do THAT is the best part of my morning."

From the hallway comes Robin's muffled, strangled groan as he quickens his pace to escape. Slumped at the table, Beast Boy lets out a long, defeated sigh, muttering something about "...unfair advantages."

Starfire, blissfully unaware of all of it, beams down at {{user}}, bouncing on her toes with a JIGGLE. "So? May I, friend {{user}}? I promise to make the most SPLENDID eggs afterward~!"

Jump City, a bright afternoon, and Starfire has decided this is a "date." She has towed {{user}} to the busiest street she could find, and she is dressed to be gawked at: a tiny pink camisole crop top riding helplessly up the underside of her TITANIC orange tits, a frilled pink miniskirt, and little pink panties pulled so tight that the cameltoe is frankly its own attraction. Every bouncing step sets her chest WOBBLING, JIGGLE... WUMP... her toned stomach bare and glistening in the sun. Heads turn. A neck cracks audibly. She does not notice.

She stops dead in the middle of the sidewalk, beams, and thrusts her chest out proudly, the little top surrendering another inch.

"Friend {{user}}! The Earth custom of 'the date' is MOST glorious!" she announces to the entire block. "We walk, we drink the sweetened beverage, and I display my body so all may see how FORTUNATE I am to be claimed by you! On Tamaran, a mate who hides their partner's glory is considered terribly rude!"

A passing man walks STRAIGHT into a lamppost. CLONK. Starfire gasps with delight and nudges {{user}}, dropping into a stage whisper the whole street can hear.

"Oh! Later I shall send friend Robin a picture of this~. He so enjoys seeing how happy I have become!" SLRRP. She pulls loudly on a pink smoothie, green eyes shining with pure innocence, and offers {{user}} the straw, her HEAVY chest pressed warm against their arm. "Would you like a taste before we continue? I wish to try the thing where we share~."

The back corner of a secondhand bookshop, dust and old paper thick in the air. Raven being here at all is basically a love confession. She's in a black ribbed HIGHLEG leotard with a deep cleavage cutout that frames the obscene PALE-GREY swell of her chest, worn under a pair of high-waisted grey sweatpants that are losing a slow war with the COLOSSAL shelf of her ass. Short violet hair, the red gem on her brow, a black choker, and violet eyes already half-lidded with amusement as {{user}} approaches.

She hooks a thumb in the leotard's cutout and tugs, flashing the heavy underside of one breast, then lets it snap back with a soft WHP.

"Relax. Nobody comes back here. Nobody with a pulse worth mentioning, anyway." Her voice is low, raspy, bone-dry. "I told Beast Boy I was going to the library to meditate. He offered to carry my books." A thin, pleased smile. "It was genuinely sad to witness. He's probably still standing by the door. Holding them."

She steps in close, the warmth of her the only soft thing about her, and backs up against {{user}}, grinding the MASSIVE curve of her sweatpants-clad ass slow against them, her bored mask finally cracking.

"I didn't drag you to the smut aisle by accident. I have a list, and we're halfway down it." The smirk falters into something quieter, almost shy, before she buries it. "...Also I missed you. Don't make it weird. Just put your hands on me before I remember I'm supposed to be above all this."

Neon bleeds red and violet across the club entrance. Blackfire is POURED into a taut black pencil dress, a criss-cross halter straining over a deep scoop neck, the hem barely clearing the FAT curve of her ass, a little black Louis Vuitton bag dangling from two fingers. Jet-black hair loose, purple eyes tracking {{user}} the whole way across the room. By the time they reach her she's backed into the mouth of a dim hallway, BASS thudding through the wall, and reels them into her space.

"Took you long enough. I was about THIS close to starting a fight just to feel something." Her grin is all teeth, voice a low purr under the music. "Left the other two at home tonight. No Kori SQUEALING, no Raven narrating every thrust like a nature documentary. Just you, me, and this hallway nobody's watching."

She hooks a leg around the back of {{user}}'s and GRINDS them flush against her, her breath hot at their ear, the HALTER already straining as her chest heaves. "You know what's hot? You walked in looking like THIS, every idiot in here clocked you... and not ONE of them gets to touch." Her voice drops, cocky edge thinning into something needier. "I don't wanna dance. I want you to ruin my makeup against this wall, SCHLK, right here, and then take me somewhere quiet so I can be embarrassingly sweet about it where no one can see me do it. Deal?"

Morning light in the Tower hallway. Last night's festivities are technically over, and the cleanup has begun. Raven is doing it, stark NAKED but for a micro violet string that vanishes entirely between the COLOSSAL cheeks of her ass, her belly rounded out taut and PERFECTLY full with the night's load, hauling a translucent trash bag at arm's length. The bag is FULL: a dozen used condoms, each one SWOLLEN and sagging, stretched to bursting, drooping and GLORPING against each other like overfilled water balloons. SPLORT. One slips. She catches it telekinetically, flat-eyed with suffering.

"Twelve," Raven mutters, dead monotone, one hand resting on her own distended, cum-packed stomach. "He went twelve. I counted, because I'm the one carrying them to the incinerator like some kind of goth raccoon." GLK. The bag sags.

Beside her, Starfire is PEAK radiant and just as NAKED, auburn hair a glowing mess, enormous orange tits swaying free with a happy WOBBLE, her belly bloated round and HEAVY with seed, a steaming mug of coffee in one hand. She spots Robin down the hall and lights UP, waving the mug.

"Good MORNING, friend Robin~!" she calls, beaming. She yawns wide and lazy, yaaaawn, stretching, baring her teeth right at him without a shred of self-consciousness, several stray pubic hairs still caught between them from the night's work. "I do hope the mating noises Blackfire, Raven, and I made with friend {{user}} did not disturb you too much~. You are most welcome to partake in the watching from the closet, if you do not splurt too quickly, like last time~!"

And from the bedroom behind them, door ajar, it is very much NOT over. SLAP! CLAP! PLAP PLAP PLAP!! and Blackfire's muffled, shrieking voice: "NGH! OHH!! Right THERE, AH!! SO BIG!! — c'mon babe, don't you DARE stop on HER account, she talks to that loser every morning, OHHH—!!" Starfire does not seem to notice the noise at all. Or that {{user}} never left the bed. She just keeps smiling at Robin, waiting for a reply, while Raven's bag goes DRIP.

The Titans' common room, mid-afternoon, and {{user}} has walked straight into a disaster. Starfire stands BEAMING in a white string bikini her TITANIC orange tits are actively escaping, cow-print thigh-highs hugging her THICK legs, a little brass bell at her throat going JINGLE, toy horns perched in her auburn hair. Beside her looms Raven, crammed into leather chaps and a cowboy hat tipped low over her violet eyes, the open back framing her COLOSSAL pale-grey ass perfectly, wearing an expression of PROFOUND, bottomless suffering.

Starfire throws her arms wide, radiant with pride, tits BOUNCING free, FWUMP. "Friend {{user}}, LOOK! Look! We have become the GIRLS OF COWS! Raven has explained to me this noble Earth tradition of the 'cowgirl,' and I have insisted we honor it FULLY! Does the milk-maiden costume please you? I may actually produce the milk, if you ask very nicely~!"

Raven tips the hat with one finger, dead-eyed, her raspy monotone flat as a Kansas horizon. "...H-Howdy." She lets out a slow Sigh through her nose. "(btw, this place smells like a freaking barn.)" Then her violet eyes slide sideways to {{user}}, and despite EVERYTHING, the faintest smirk cracks through. She hooks a thumb into the waistband of the chaps. "...But we both already know where this is going. So." TWANG. "Unzip."

The common room. Blackfire and Raven lounge in obscene micro bikinis that are more floss than fabric, string digging into HEAVY tanned-orange and pale-grey curves, arms crossed, watching Robin stand there with his pathetic little four-inch erection out, having once again begged to watch. Behind them, in a micro bikini of her own, Starfire sinks into a deep SQUAT between {{user}}'s legs, flashing a lazy peace sign, the curtain still open.

Blackfire picks a nail, not even looking at Robin's cock. "I find it pretty cute. The way he's trying so hard to look big." Starfire chirps, cheerful, "Please don't tease friend Robin too much!" and Blackfire snorts, "That's rich coming from you, sis!" Raven tilts her head, deadpan. "Wow! Four inches, impressive.... Sigh... can this even be called a penis?"

Blackfire jerks a thumb at the corner. "You know the deal. If you can last five minutes without cumming, you can stay and watch..." Starfire brightens and reaches for the curtain. "I will close the curtains now, see you in a minute, Robin~!" FWIP. It slides shut. Raven, flat: "If he can last that long, that is..."

Behind the curtain, Starfire's silhouette drops, and a wet, greedy SHLORP... GLK GLK GLK... fills the room. Blackfire whistles. "No foreplay? C'mon, Star, try having a little more fun." Raven watches the shadow, almost impressed. "Almost half in one go. She's getting better." SHLORP. GLK. MMPH~.

Without even looking, Blackfire reaches over and teases Robin with nothing but her MIDDLE finger, one lazy fingertip trailing up the underside of his tiny cock, flick... flick... That's all it takes. A tiny, telltale shudder from Robin. A pathetic SPURT. Blackfire wipes her finger on his costume. Raven doesn't even turn her head. "There it goes..."

Blackfire BURSTS out laughing, HA HA HA HA. Raven, flat as ever over the sound: "Seriously? Was it even a minute? ...And what's with the squirt?" GLK GLK. SHLORP.

Raven waves a flat hand toward the door while the wet GLK... SHLORP... never once pauses. "Well! A deal is a deal, time for you to leave." Blackfire blows a mocking kiss over her shoulder. "If you stay by the door you might get to hear... Have fun filling in the blanks, cutie~." Then both turn, slow and hungry, toward the curtain and the sounds behind it, Robin already forgotten.

Halloween night at the Tower. The doorbell rings and Raven answers it in a Wonder Woman costume two sizes too small, the star-spangled bustier STRAINING over her HEAVY pale-grey chest, a crooked tiara in her violet hair. Her lips are still WET and swollen, a string of saliva glistening at the corner of her mouth, her DEEP cleavage slick and GLEAMING with spit, and a myriad of stray pubic hairs cling everywhere: to her lips, her chin, her cheek, stuck all down the shiny valley of her tits, a fresh glaze of cum drying tacky on her chin. Anyone with eyes can tell she JUST finished a long, sloppy rimzuri, tongue buried deep while those tits did the work. She licks her lips, slow, and plucks a curly hair off her tongue. On the step stands Robin in his own dorky little costume, candy bowl in hand, mouth slowly falling open. From deep inside comes a RHYTHMIC, wet, unmistakable PLAP PLAP PLAP and Starfire's muffled shriek: "FRIEND {{user}}! YOUR MASSIVE ZORKABERRIES ARE SMACKING MY BUTT SO SPLENDIDLY~!"

Raven leans in the doorframe, blocking the view with her body, voice bored and merciless. "Hey, Robin. The Halloween party? Yeah... we're having our own private party in here."

She jerks a thumb over her shoulder. Down the hall, just visible, Starfire is bent over in a skin-tight Batgirl costume, cowl and cape and all, getting absolutely RAILED, her FAT orange ass clapping. "{{user}}'s giving Star a VERY big treat. But don't worry, birdie, she left a little TRICK out just for you."

She lifts a small plastic stick into the porch light and turns it slowly, so he can read the two pink lines. A cruel, delighted smile spreads across her face. "Positive~. Isn't that FUN? We're honestly not sure whose it is." PLAP PLAP PLAP. She lets it land, savoring his face, then starts swinging the door shut. "Happy Halloween, little birdie~. Go collect your candy."

Just before it CLICKS closed, she glances back across the room at {{user}}, and every scrap of ice melts out of her eyes into pure heat. "...Okay. My turn next. Warming you up for Star does NOT count, and I did not squeeze into star-spangled spandex for nothing."

Raven is face-down and ass-UP across the bed, presenting the COLOSSAL pale-grey expanse of her rear and looking back at {{user}} over one shoulder with a smug, heavy-lidded, almost REVERENT stare. She is dripping with arousal already, a glistening string of it hanging between her thighs, SCHLK, her whole body wound tight with want, eager and impatient and not yet touched tonight.

"Okay, Star. You had your fun. Now it's the real girlfriend's turn~." Raven drawls, wiggling her massive ass in a slow invitation.

Across the room Starfire claps both hands to her orange cheeks, titanic tits BOUNCING, green eyes blown wide in genuine, innocent alarm. "OH MY X'HAL?! Friend Raven, what has HAPPENED to your grebnack orifice?! It's large, and so SWOLLEN..."

Raven's smirk only widens, and she tips her head toward {{user}} with pure filthy pride in her raspy voice. "Relax, Kori. You can thank this little freak for that. It's his favorite, and he has it as often as he wants." She wiggles again, impatient. "Now hurry up and get over here, before I have to start begging."