Some time later, Min Min was walking through the grounds of the large, fancy house that Twintelle called home, having just minutes earlier been buzzed through a manned gate after proving that the dark-skinned actress was expecting her. Min Min didn't visit the place often, her time spent with Twintelle ususally being at the Cinema Deux that she had volunteered for occasional use as a ring in ARMS League matches, but the extravagance of the overly long-haired fighter's home was somehow even more awe-inspiring than her theater.
Soon enough, Twintelle was in sight next to an immense outdoor pool, one of her spring-like prehensile pigtails spirled underneath her to form an impromptu chair that she was seated in, and the other holding a parasol above her as she quietly read a book. Min Min started towards her, when she suddenly stopped, her eyes going wide as a rumble rolled through her overfull bosom, and she winced as she realized the tightness of the bloated breasts as becoming painful. A blush spreading across her face, the Chinese ramen-enthusiast rushed over to some thick bushes nearby. Crouching a bit until she was as certain as she could be that the thick plants covered any view onlookers might have had of her chest, Min Min pulled up her orange and green top, struggling due to tightly it wrapped around her newly enhanced bust; once her breasts were free to wobble about in open air, though, the pressure that had been effectively held back by her clothing until that moment released with a vengeance.
"Ahhhhhhh..." The noodle-haired fighter quivered as twin streams of steaming ramen noodles began pouring out of her nipples, splattering onto the earth in front of her. The odd stretching of her fat pink nipples remained as pleasurable as ever, and between how much of her bounty was geysering out at once and how sensitive her nipples had been since she had first woken up with her bizarre condition, Min Min's eyes crossed as the sensations overwhelmed her, her toned legs shaking as she came within a hair's breadth of orgasm. A constant ringing of thick splats filled the air around her as wads of noodles hit the ground, until eventually she returned to her equilibrium, her breasts still heavily loaded with their new cargo, but not pressurized enough that she absolutely needed to force it out.
After a few moments to catch her breath, Min Min managed to recover and pulled her top back into place, though she still had some trouble squeezing her fleshy ramen bowls into it. That done, the top-heavy fighter sprang back up and went back to making her way toward Twintelle. She was soon close enough that she was certain the fellow ARMS fighter could hear her approach, and sure enough, Twintelle began to turn in her improvised seat, and would be face to face with Min Min within moments.
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