John returned from his stay in the inner city to a fairly normal scene. The vacation mood was dwindling a bit, with the serious ongoings and the general restlessness many of the girls had when they weren’t doing anything. Consequently, the unified hangout by the beach had halfway dissolved. Many of the girls still took advantage of the free ti to just be with each other under a progressively more bearable evening sun. Many others preferred to get so work done and had claid one of the many rooms of their given estate for that purpose.
The divide wasn’t so clean that he could just categorize one half as workaholics and the other as relaxed. It was more of a spontaneous matter, accompanied by a variety of outside circumstances that made their work either sensible or so unproductive it was better to just stay at the beach and de-stress. John loved to see either state. It proved that his girls all had their own driving factors and that they could let go of them if necessary.
One of his bodies was down by the beach, another was with Momo, holding a video conference with his generals to get an update on the situation. The forr was standard harem stuff, the latter standard governnt stuff. The forr was pleasing, the latter necessary.
Not feeling like exposing his genuine skin to the sun any further, the Gar decided to head indoors. Aclysia and Beatrice went to show off their new looks to the girls, after having double checked that Claire, Delicia, Momo and Lee had been taking good care of the household in their absence.
The decision of who to visit wasn’t easy, so John did not make it. He simply walked around the ground floor and randomly peeked into the doorless rooms. When he spied Delicia inside one of them, that was the target he went with.
He entered audibly, but without loud noises. Delicia was in the middle of dripping a blue liquid onto a board of so kind of crystal. Where the liquid hit the board, it followed visible alignnts of the surface structure, filling them out like rainwater would the valleys of a fallen tree’s bark. One drop after another, she laid pathways across the length of the board. Then, she carefully dabbed away the excess with a paper towel.
“What are you making?” John asked, when he was certain he had been noticed.
“Catalyst for a bridge piece. I burned through the last one. This one should be good for about fifteen hundred cycles,” Delicia answered. It was only halfway helpful to John, who caught the gist of it but not the technical significance.
“Sothing you can’t just do in your body?” he asked.
“Apparently not. I can make the materials, but the configurations still have to be done by hand,” the alchemist responded and wiped away the last drop. Her tone switched drastically when she stepped away from the workbench. Concentration and seriousness made room for the usual teasing smugness. “Not like you would get it, you’re too fancy for hard lab work.”
“Well, you’re right with that first half,” John admitted and looked around the room. By and large, it was still a normal office room. “Not going to use your Laboratory?”
“The hot air here helps with the processes,” Delicia explained and shrugged. “Plus, I haven’t properly outfitted it yet, so it makes very little difference.” John made his way to a couch and shot Delicia a questioning glance. She burst out into laughter. “Wha-ha-ha-hat are you looking at like that for? You think that, psh, the couch is going to eat you or sothing?”
“It’s your alchemy lab, I’d rather be cautious about it.” John dropped down onto the couch only after Delicia waved dismissively at him. Even then, he remained cautious of the cushions until he had sat on them for a full minute.
Delicia double-checked her work and he just watched her in silence. She was smiling and sneaking glances at him, between skilled motions of her slender fingers. It was ever the pleasure to watch one of his girls work and there was a special pleasure when it ca to a field that they specialized in. He barely understood what she was doing and why. He could have recreated the steps if he followed a manual. Delicia had mastery over her craft and moved only in accordance with her intuition and intellect.
After having prepared several more brews, most by hand, a few by dripping things from her internal transmutations by avenue of her fingertips, she stepped away. “It’s really useful not to be human, I got to tell you,” Delicia told him. “Don’t have to worry about skin flakes introducing impurities, no falling out hair, no pulse that makes my hands tremble, no nothing anywhere.”
“You really don’t miss anything about it, huh?”
“Nah, I do miss a few things,” Delicia told him. “Like feeling full after a al or that satisfying pop of a good stretch. Sotis I feel like I still feel that stuff, but nope. Aaaaall I am is inorganic now. My body is generally in a state of sufficiently llow.” Sashaying her way over, making the strands of her skirt flutter and the size of her breasts sway, the alchemist shot him a smirk. “I ain’t complaining about it, just a thing I note. The ups and downs about existing are gone and it’s kinda weird. But, h, I’ll get used to it.”
John understood, to a much lesser degree. Gar’s Body had normalized much about aches and pains he would have otherwise experienced. He was still flesh, though, and with that ca the variety of small effects that diet and sleeping had on his mood and energy levels.
“Just going to sit down on like that?” John asked when the alchemist climbed on top of him.
“Psh, like you would say no.” The shortstack straddled his lap and put her hands on his shoulders. He could feel just how small she was from the little grips of her fingers. Where it counted, however, she was thick, her giant tits closing in on his face and her voluptuous hips curving under his hands. Receiving her attention gleefully, he pulled her a little closer.
She sat down, really sat down, in his lap a mont later. The shortstack wasn’t unduly heavy for her size, the particular materials she chose for her composition made sure of that. It was the sheer size of her bubble butt that made its weight so notable. Squishy, the cheeks conford to the shape of his legs and gave way under the fingers that had slipped beneath her skirt.
“You’re right, I could never say no,” John mumbled.
“How am I supposed to be all bratty if you just keep agreeing with , hm?”
“Maybe you’re just that brilliant?”
The sincere question made Delicia both giggle and sputter. Even the smug brat could be made to show her bottom side if she was worked carefully enough. John brushed a strand of her hair back. The gesture transitioned into gripping her by the back of her head. He pulled her in.
Her lips tasted like rich chocolate cake, intermingled with cherry. The sweetness was almost too much, but only almost.
While their tongues were intertwined, her fingers fumbled around with his zipper. She was quivering, too eager to keep her hands entirely calm. Ultimately, she succeeded. Raising her ass, she gave herself the room to pull his pants down just a tad. She grabbed his cock, and aligned and rubbed the tip of it against her moist slit. John kneaded her ass all the while, vainly attempting to satiate his desire to touch her plush derriere.
“Good girl,” he whispered when she began her descent.
“Do you- mhhhm.” Delicia did not manage to get out whatever ridicule she had in mind. The shortstack’s wet folds stretched to accommodate his size. Second by second, she sunk deeper, until she was fully seated in his lap again. Slumped forwards, the small woman’s enormous tits squished against his chest, the layers of cloth still between them.
John was a connoisseur of skin-to-skin contact, but he could not deny the attraction of the outfit either. For once, he decided to keep things as they were. “Should I do all the work?” John purred into Delicia’s ear.
“Oh no, please, let’s do this like always and you just be lazy while I take care of everything,” Delicia teased him, her smug voice slightly quivering with lust. “Wouldn’t want your highness to need to do anything. You’d just shake your hips primitively anyway.”
John felt his pulse accelerate. The grin right in front of him begged for correction and he obliged his instincts. First swatting, then grabbing Delicia’s ass with renewed intensity, he thrust up into her. The shortstack bounced, once, twice, then without pause. Her massive tits jiggled up and down under the cover of her maid uniform’s white chest piece, until their sheer weight made the clothing gradually fold up under those swinging breasts.
“T-thaaa-aaah-t all youuu—u-u-u gooot?“ Delicia egged him on, even as her pussy tightened with her first climax.
John humd darkly, picked Delicia up, and then pinned her down on the couch underneath him. Thick thighs enveloped his waist, feet crossing behind his back. The true extent of her stout hourglass figure was nicely apparent, until he rolled up her ass to get the best plunging angle he could.
“Always have to be abo-“ Delicia only got that far, before John put a hand on her mouth.
“Enough of you,” he warned her. The absoluteness of his tone made the submissive shudder. The faux-resistance lted in her eyes and left behind only a putty like softness. Submissively, she nodded, while he kept his grip on her lower face tight. Her moans, muffled by his hand, echoed from the walls when he turned to pound her.
It was far from a mindless rutting. Minutes upon minutes of interchanging paces and changed angles, all in the service of coaxing as much from her lungs as she could give. Delicia loved the hard pounding, yes, but John loved the sweet coos of soft lovemaking as well. Good sex wasn’t all about being able to keep a hard pace up for a long ti. It was also about that, at tis, but there was so much more to it.
Delicia’s lids soon fluttered over her blue eyes. John loosened his grip, pinning her tongue with his thumb instead. Utterly depraved, the alchemist moaned, drooling all over her chin and his finger. “Yesh, yesh, yeeesh, Mashtaaaaahr!” the nicely broken brat exclaid. “Usheeee eeee! Fill uuhhp your cumdump!”
The words could not have co any later. John plunged into her tight cunt one more ti, then moved only from the kind of spasms he had absolutely no control over. He pressed intensely against her puffy labia, while his shaft tensed again and again, sending waves of cum into the depths of her womanhood.
When John finally pulled out of her, Delicia’s butt flopped down on the couch. A mont later, the thick white of his cum began to trickle from her cunt. They both breathed heavily for a little while.
To relax, John sat back down on the couch. Absentmindedly, he reached over and took a handful of her quivering breasts. The touch made Delicia laugh. “n, can’t keep your hands away from tits for fifteen seconds.”
“They’re just so nice though,” John responded, giving the massive orbs a little shake. He pulled his hand back, to watch them settle in all their jiggling wonder. Then, he was right back to kneading them. “I an, seriously, I love these things.”
“Don’t you an you love ?”
“Eh.”
Delicia puffed up her cheeks like the world’s most adorable pufferfish. In a fit of annoyance, she pushed the air out in a slow, farting sound. Not even that could distract John from the wonder that was massaging boobs. “I’m going to revoke your privileges!”
“No, you aren’t,” John told her off harshly in his dom voice. Imdiately, the submissive backed off the subject. ‘God, I love being in charge,’ the Gar thought and then descended on Delicia to shower her in appreciative kisses. Best to keep reminding her why she loved letting him be in charge. Once the brat was appeased, he handed her a towel to take care of most of the aftermath of their lovemaking. “Could you absorb my cum the sa way you do food?” he asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.
“Eh, yeah, I could, but it feels kinda weird to make things out of your cum,” Delicia told him. That, John could totally understand. There were ways to recycle urine into pure drinking water and he would still hesitate to drink it, knowing its origin. Just an aspect of the human mind. “I also don’t want to get in the habit of absorbing things that way. I might get a permanent occupant soti… right?”
“Are you getting in on the breeding craze?” the Gar asked.
“Big h,” Delicia answered. “I’ll definitely want a baby at so point. These genes are too good to keep to myself.” She cupped her boobs and gave them a shake herself. “But I’m not as ‘Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant!’ as Eliana about it.”
“That’s a very weird way to put it.”
“Psh, says who? The tone police?”
“But,” John continued on, “I know exactly what you an. So you’ll probably take a lower spot on that hypothetical breeding order?”
“Hypothetical?” Delicia raised a hand in front of her lips, deliberately spreading her fingers so he could see the smug smile anyway. “Whaaaat? You think there is not a list just because you haven’t seen it? Must be bliss to be so ignorant.”
John wasn’t in the mood for another brat breaking, so he just flicked his index finger against her forehead.
“Blegh.” Delicia made a dramatic dying sound, then her head tilted to the side and her eyes rolled without focus.
“Oh nooo, I killed my hand warr,” John said in a deadpan tone, then grabbed her tits again.
Imdiately, the alchemist snapped out of her play. “Is that really all you care about right now?”
“I care about a lot of things right now, it’s just that I can do all of that and massage your chest.” The Gar lifted her into his lap to get a better groping angle.
Delicia let out a tiny little moan, as his fingers sunk deep into her pliable flesh. Those breasts were ever so sensitive. If she hadn’t been in the mood, no amount of sensitivity would have done anything though. “Fine, you get five more minutes.”
“I get however many minutes I want,” John overruled her.
“…Fine, however many minutes you want…” Delicia mumbled. “Just keep cuddling .”
He would do that gladly.
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