There is something quite wonderful about returning home after a long, long day at work. Ritsuko unlocked the door and stumbled in, keenly aware of every muscle in her body crying out for attention. All that testing, tweaking the equipment, making sure the assistants all understood their tasks, reading reports, collating data... it was a wonder she was still awake after all that.
Indeed, it would be a wonder, though perhaps not for the reasons she supposed.
On entering her place of residence she came upon a familiar sight. Her roomie, Misato Katsuragi reclined on the sofa, beer cans all around her. Wearing a crop top that showed off some amazing underboob, and a high thong that was utterly consumed by her thick juicy butt, hanging onto her round door bursting hips more snugly and precisely than the plugsuits clung to the bodies of their pilots -
Pilots. Hold on... Wasn't Misato supposed to be living with two of them? No, that couldn't be right. Because she was right here. They lived together. Had done for years. The incongruity felt important - but only for a moment.
"I notice you've not done any cleaning up," Ritsuko observed. More than a little annoyed at Misato's usual layabout attitude. "You'd better get to it, if you know what's good for you."
"Uuurgh, okay, fine! Slave driver!" Misato huffed, rolling off her seat and starting to pick up the trash around the room. Meanwhile, Ritsuko decided to relax a little. Enjoy the show. It was quite a repetitive one, but no less enjoyable all the same. Misato would stroll over to a piece of trash, deliberately causing her booty to undulate wildly and uncontrollably, the flesh of her ass jiggling around in ways that human flesh could normally only replicate in the midst of an earthquake. Then she would bend over - at the knees, obviously because that would best let her show off her butt - pick up the trash in between her boobs, and deposit it into a plastic bag that she had to use both hands to keep open. Which was why she had to use her breasts! Aha, of course, that did make sense.
Worth noting at this time that dream logic works a lot like that. Strange things happen, then you fill in details later to make sense of what you were seeing. In any event, Misato was doing that over and over again, while Ritsuko's eyes tracked her cheeks perfectly, burning up with jealousy from within.
Oh, she'd liked the sight of this for a long time now. Because she was jealous. Envious would be a better word actually. She wanted a body like that, craved a body as curvy and supernaturally seductive as Misato Katsuragi. With each step she took, she could entrance any man. With casual ease, she could cast a spell of total lust over them - while in truth being an absolute slob.
But this was a dream. Ritsuko's dream. Which meant that, as she took off her stuffy lab coat, tugging off her restricting trousers, she didn't notice that her body was just like this Misato's. Not the real one. No, nothing like the real one. More like this parody, this exaggeration, this caricature of a sex goddess that was putting on an unknowing show for her apparent amusement.
Her head felt light as she sat her own thong clad bubble butt on the couch. It was funny, but no matter how much trash Misato picked up, she never quite seemed to get all of it. A new random piece would appear out of nowhere, necessitating her strolling over, bending down and picking it up with her boobs.
"You know, you really should get a boyfriend," Misato said out of nowhere. "Your relationship with the Commander isn't healthy."
Now, Ritsuko did briefly wonder how Misato knew about that - but the thought was quickly squashed as unimportant. In truth Misato knew because she was speaking from Ritsuko's subconscious.
You see, for a long time now Ritsuko had been at once jealous of, and yet also turned on by her good friend. And why shouldn't she be? Misato might not be this over the top oversexualised in the real waking world, but she was absolutely a bombshell through and through.
And so, this dream version of Misato who had curves that could make an egg jealous and jiggle to put jelly to shame, was playing the part of Ritsuko's confused subconscious feelings coming up to the surface, all because of her brand new device. Which might be having a few side effects she hadn't noticed yet. Maybe. Possibly. Let's take a look at how things go, shall we?
"I don't see what any business it is of yours!" Ritsuko huffed. As if in response to this, Misato's cheeks started to clap as she strode around the room picking up trash. "Honestly now, who would I even date? It's not as if I meet anyone outside of work."
"That's another problem, isn't it?" Misato asked, reaching back her arm at an impossible angle to guide Ritsuko to her feet while also being bent over in front of her, ass practically in the blonde scientist's face. "You don't meet anyone outside of work these days at all. That's not healthy. Oh, help me with this will you? I can't quite get this one up."
Ritsuko rose to her feet and stood next to Misato, and yes she could see the issue. There was a giant plugsuit clad pile of Rei and Asuka clones lying in the middle of the room, there was no way that Misato could ever shift this by herself. She wouldn't even know where these things were kept.
She bent over and smoothed her hands down their skin, idly noting that the two of them were only slightly less curvy than herself and Misato. The plugsuits were really skin tight too, they clung to their butts so firmly you could see every muscle. Any tighter and you'd see blood vessels and nerves. On top of that, they were wedged right in the crack, properly filling out the space and making it clear how toned the pair of them were. The white and red provided excellent erotic effects as well.
"I'm just so busy that I don't get the chance," Ritsuko said, slinging an Asuka over her shoulder. Not noticing that her own cheeks had started to clap as she walked. Or that the Reis and Asuka's butts were doing the same thing whenever they were moved. "Who would I even meet with? Oh, and these go over here."
'Here' being the pile of plugsuit clad Shinjis sitting meekly in the corner of the room. His chest was defined, and his plugsuit made it quite apparent that the young man put his father to shame where his penis came to question. Ritsuko set the Asuka she was carrying onto his right knee, and draped her arms around his shoulder, while Misato set the Rei on his left and mirrored the gesture. Perfect. These really should be stored away more properly, in their rightful place. With both girls leaning into him, while his hands grabbed their fat needy butts.
"You know, if a boyfriend isn't your thing you could always settle for a girlfriend," Misato said out of nowhere. Ritsuko whipped around, finding that Misato had picked up another pair of pilot copies, and with a hand on both of their shoulders was making them both jiggle their booties in time with her own twerking ass. "Have you ever thought about that, Ritsuko? Dating a super hot, curvy slut with a big juicy booty and curves that you could get lost in?"
Before Ristuko could answer, a pair of hands grabbed onto her cheeks from behind. Rei and Asuka. The two she'd just put down. They'd inexplicably reached back to grope her, grab her, play with her ass and turn her around so that she was standing cheek to cheek with Misato. Her ass was surrounded by ass. Twerking ass. Jiggling ass. Soft warm juicy ass. It was dizzying, if not outright intoxicating.
"You've wanted something like this since university, haven't you?" Misato asked. "Ever since that time you walked in on me in the shower, you've admired my figure. Desired my figure. Felt repressed lust for it."
And that was it. The suspension of disbelief crashed like the Titanic into an iceberg. The ship was sinking, parsimony was ruined, Ritsuko was starting to realise she didn't remember the actual journey home or since when she'd been living with Misato.
"I'm not a lesbi-" she began to protest, but the pilots on either side of her began to twerk even harder, grinding her butt up against MIsato's and making her completely lose track of her train of thought. "Th-This is a dream!" she protested. "It doesn't mean what it seems like, there must be something underneath this!"
"Sometimes a banana is just a banana, and sometimes a cigar is just a cigar," Misato said. "And this is an erotic dream being had by an unsatisfied repressed scientist, who loves pussy as much as she loves cock, but isn't wanting to admit it."
Every four syllables that she spoke, Misato completed a figure eight of her ass. Somehow, this made Ritsuko's cheeks clap together, sending reverberations through her entire body that echoed around her nucleus accumbens so hard it was making her brain swim in dopamine. She could almost hear it slowing around inside her skull with each little movement, but then again that might be the drool spilling out of her mouth.
"It's not healthy to repress how you feel," Misato continued, reaching back to spank her own ass as she continued going in a figure eight. "Go ahead, admit you're attracted to me. It's just a dream. Nobody will know. And since it is a dream, you can have some fun without any trace of consequences."
Th-There was a kind of logic to that, but somehow Ritsuko felt like it would be really, really bad if she gave in that easily. Really bad. Really good, but mostly bad.
"Ah, I know what would make you relax!" Misato suddenly said. "How about some rhythm?"
That sounded nice. What sounded less nice was when Misato started to use Ritsuko's cheeks like bongos. No, correction. Not just Ritsuko's cheeks. Misato's as well, and those of the pilots too. It was like a perverse drumset had been set up in her dream, producing an oddly catchy tune. Boom ba da boom bom, boom ba da boom bom...
"It seems we were right, the sexual desires of the lillim are their greatest weakness..." Misato said, flickering for a moment and seeming more...inhuman for a flicker of a second. Her voice took on this great echoing cadence as well, which somehow went in one ear and out the other. Almost as soon as it had finished, Ritsuko forgot that it had even happened. "So? Shall we be honest with ourselves now? How much do you love booty?"
"L-Love it lots!" Ritsuko moaned, arching her back and wiggling her hips in a desperate, yet also futile attempt to get Misato to bongo beat her butt more, more, more. Alas, the tune she was playing apparently didn't need her notes so much as it did the others. She would go down the scale, and then stop right before hitting Ritsuko's part, leaving her whining in desperate need. That whining then started to harmonise with the clapping of her cheeks and the bongo rhythms.
"That's a good slut," Misato tittered, spreading Ritsuko's cheeks wide open and diving in face first, continuing to play her beat the entire time. "Now, with your help, we'll be able to corrupt the rest of the Geofront as they sleep. All because of your repressed yuri booty love."
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