A few hours later, Stocking was sitting on a loveseat, a collection of empty pudding containers and crumb-dusted dessert plates littering the table in front of her. The angel was still in the midst of her sugar binge, as she was still working her way through her last few puddings, an orgasmic expression splashed across her face as she enjoyed her favorite pasttime. Each bite was accompanied by a squeal of glee, with Stocking kicking her legs in the air as she hugged Honekoneko, the slightly stitched-together cat plush that she always carried around, to her chest.
Across the room, the white gloves were lying on the floor, tossed there after Stocking noticed their presence after returning from the Ghost battle alongside Panty. Now ready to engage in the perverted chaos that they were best at, the handwear floated towards Stocking, zeroing in the creamy cleavage that they had managed to get a good feel for earlier. A few more feet, and they would ensure that there would soon be much, much of that cleavage to go around...
...and with a flash of movement, the gloves soon found the business end of a turquoise and white-striped katana held directly against their fabric surfaces. It was immediately clear that the heaven-created weapon, unlike the other shows of forces the gloves had seen people try to bring to bear against them in the past, actually had the capability to harm them, so they stopped dead in midair, opening their hands in the closest thing to a surrendering gesture they could manage without any more of a body to work with. The wielder of the sword, a smirking Stocking, eyed the handwear as if trying to work out the situation.
"So, it wasn't some perv that shoved you down the front of my dress, you can move on your own and got there yourself." Stocking started, raising an eyebrow as she eyed the hovering gloves; she quickly moved on, not bothering to wait for an answer. "So, did someone send you after me? Maybe the blonde bitch or the red demon bitches?" The gloves quickly responded with a rapid waving motion, as if they were trying to emphatically say 'no' to the angel's question.
"Okay, then. So, what you were planning to do if I hadn't stopped you?" Stocking went on, apparently satisfied with the previous answer. After a moment of hesitation, the gloves curled their fingers in a pose as if they were cupping a pair of large breasts from underneath, then pulled downward slightly as their fingers straightened out, as if those imaginary breasts were growing.
"You were gonna make my tits grow?" Stocking questioned, her argument with Panty earlier coming back to mind, and the gloves gave an affirming thumbs-up sign in reply. "Can you really do that? What else can you do?" She was answered by the gloves making a grandiose sweeping gesture, as if promising the world.
"I'm going to take that to mean that you can do just about any body changing-type stuff I can think of." Stocking concluded with a smirk, lowering her sword down to her side, though pointedly keeping it within sight. "So, how about you start doing what I tell you, and I won't take you for a Ghost that's too ballsy for your own good?" Another brief pause as the gloves hovered in place, when they finally gave a gesture reminiscent of a "Eh, what the Hell" shrug, followed by another thumbs-up. Her smirk widening, the gothic-dressed angel's mind was already racing to come up with ideas of how she could make use of her new find.
Fri Jun 09 00:53:32 2017