Yuka looked at herself in the mirror in Akiko’s parlor after her long tattoo session finally wrapped up. She loved her new ink, chain patterns flanking her hips and on her torso with calligraphy in English saying “Queen” below her breasts. The only part of her body untouched were her breasts, their appeal being the silver bars on her nipples. She didn’t stop with that either, her navel now adorned with a dangling piercing.
She wouldn’t stop with this, but for now it was enough. She could cover it with a one-piece swimsuit, not letting her nature show through. For now.
“You are so hot.” Sayuri groped Yuka’s tits which had swollen to considerable size. They were the kind of expansive bosoms a stripper or porn star would kill for.
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
Yuka licked her (bigger and better) lips at Sayuri. She had gone for floral patterns, roses creating a tramp stamp and vines reading “Bad Girl” over her cunt, now pierced with a silver ring. It matched the ones on her nipples that were connected by a chain at the moment. The chain threaded through her collar, lifting her considerable, paler breasts.
Yuka groped her friend’s butt, fingers sinking into a considerably cushioned posterior, almost like she had booty implants. Their lips met and Yuka couldn’t help diddle the ring on Sayuri’s clit hood. Her little squeaks were arousing, making Yuka slide a finger into her drenched honeypot.
“Alright, enough of that.” Akiko broke the two up. “I get it, but I’d rather not clean my shop of your little activities.”
“Sorry, just got caught up.” Yuka gave a peck to Sayuri’s cheek as she pouted. “So, what do we owe ya?”
“Consider this one a freebie since you were the first with my new designs.”
“Thanks, we won’t be strangers.” Yuka had other designs in mind, her legs and arms feeling so barren.
“Actually, you know any good clothes shops nearby? I feel like a wardrobe update.” Sayuri felt the strain on her panties and her bra was a lost battle before it began. She wanted something alternative, something darker to celebrate her transformation.
“Do I ever!” Akiko scribbled an address down.
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“Whaddya think?” Sayuri asked Yuka as she flaunted her new outfit. Tiny, pleated skirt on a too-big ass, tight pink and black thong, long-sleeved shirt half-torn to show off a considerable amount of underboob. Her long legs were clad in white lace stockings and emphasized by the high-heeled slut boots she had.
“That’s…really hot.”
Yuka was equally done up. Fishnet shirt with a tube top underneath, black denim cutoffs so micro they were more like a thong and a studded leather jacket.
“How ‘bout we pick up where we left off?” Yuka growled as she slid her fingers into Sayuri’s thong.
“R-right now?” blush as she may, Sayuri wasn’t fighting off Yuka. “It’s, oooh, the clerk is right outside.”
“Don’t worry, just keep your voice down.”
Sayuri nodded and pressed against the wall. Yuka peeled her thong off, already damp from arousal. She spread Sayuri’s slick folds, delicious pink against incredibly pale skin. She flicked the ring hanging from her feminine bud before inserting her tongue into her passage.
“Mmm!” Sayuri bit her lip, shuddering from the stimuli of having her lover eat her out and the added thrill of doing so in a dressing room.
Yuka didn’t hold back either. She savored the taste of Sayuri’s cunt, her delicious honey drooling out. It would be a nice warmup for their escapades tonight. Newly liberated, newly-sluttified, they were going to live it up tonight.
“Oh Sayuri, you really are a little slut.”
“Don’t be, mmph! Don’t be so mean!”
“You love it and you know it.” She slid her fingers in and out. Sayuri’s eyes were moist from arousal and Yuka took her lips as she came. Her thighs were completely slick with her juices, soaking into the stockings she had on. “That’s it, such a good little bitch.”
“Oh, Yuka…” They kissed again, Sayuri tasting her own fluids. They then heard a knock on the door.
“You alright in there?” The clerk asked.
“Just find, we’ll be out in a minute.” Yuka licked her fingers clean. “How about we see if we can get a discount?”
“You read my mind.”
They held hands, stepping into their new world together.
Sat Oct 05 00:03:48 2019
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