In the midnight hour of a sunday, scant seconds after saturday ceded ground t the holy day, two young woman were asleep. It was not a quiet sleep, Rose mumbled in her sleep, her hips grinding against a body pillow that now had a permanent, noticeable indent from where her fat thighs crushed the cotton within. While the body pillow was chaste, simply encased in a black pillowcase, the dream itself was anything but, Rose soaking the pillow with drool and need as she relished a dream she would never remember. But Vriska Serket, Rose’s long suffering roommate, had long ago learned to, when she wanted to, tune out her perverted roommates nocturnal pillow talk, orgasmic moans, even the erotic sway of her hips she has started to put as she rolled her hips against the pillow.
Vriska had learned to ignore a awful lot of things. Which it turned out, was not always the safest skill.
Vriska squirmed in her bed, her skin warm, sweat clinging to tight silken pajamas that squeezed her body. Her legs quivered as her breathy moan echoed out, her breasts wobbling and shaking in their silken prison. With a sharp gasp Vriskas back arched, lifting her chest up as her shirt clenched around her. The fabric tightened its grip, concentrating along Vriska’s rock hub nippes as the tightening rolled around her breasts, her shirt caressing her body.
The cutesy spiders adorning her outfit grinned wickedly, as if the fabric pattern was relishing in Vriska’s torment… but that’s impossible, after all only the greatest, most hopeless of supersubs would manage to be bullied by clothing. Surely it was impossible for any human to sink so low as to be the accessory to their own accessories? It was only a act of INTENSE loyalty that her loyal garment groped and molested her sleeping body. After all, didn’t Vriska deserve pleasant dreams? What kinda selfish fabric would deprive her of such luxury. Vriska certainly didn’t mind, the way her slit gushed over her panties as they massaged her insides, as dexterous as any finger.
Vriska moaned, her voice echoing in the room. “Yes mistress… touch me, use me. Wrap my tie around your hands like a leash and treat me like a dog.” Vriskas moans were like music, and her voice dripping in sophorric lust… except for one small issue.
Vriska Serket, for all her quirks, does not talk in her sleep.
“Mistress this is unprofessional.” Dolorsa complained, her tall body perched on Vriska’s chair, her face blank and expressionless despite her clothes being loud, scanty, and seductive. She stared at Vriska, or rather, the shifting clothes squeezing her.
“Oh hush.” Vriska’s voice poo pooed, the squeezing slowlying as thin strands of fabric fray from the outfit, reaching up, up towards the ceiling where a shadow of a hand slowly worked its digits. A Yellow eye glowered at Dolorosa from above. “Food is meant to be fun, that’s why it squirms.”
The Dolorosa ignored the provocation, only staring blankly upward. There are people who mistake Progress as calm, strict even, a benevolent task master, despite its demonic nature. But the Governess was not Progress, the Governess was its mother, Necessity. She was a wildfire, an insatiable miasma of disasters and passions that forced the world around it to shape in its colors. The world yearned to obey her, but her orders were as frivolous as any noble never denied a pleasure. If the Dolorosa was capable of emotion, she imagined the exasperation would’ve deadened her anyway.
Of course, knowing the Doll long enough to expect silence, the Governess simply continues the conversation on her lonesome. “Besides, do not think you are above me. You had not sat in the dwelling of other sacrifices.” The fingers twitch and Vriskas legs stretch apart. “Go on. Indulge yourself my Doll. Entertain her.”
The Doll was not the type to refuse a order, and resigned herself to her task, before Vriska squirmed in her strings, giving a breathy moan. “More…” she moaned sleepily, her eyes fluttering slightly open, gazing upon the Dolorosa staring at her half naked body.
“Oh…” she smiled. “This dream again.” She spread her legs further before drifting back into sleep.
The Dolorosa walked forward, her tall form seeming taller as she approached, until she had to stoop over Vriska. “Really now? What dreams would that be?” She whispered, slowly pulling her clothing apart.
A golden eye gleamed with mirth above, like a small yellow sun, watching the two dreamers, drinking in their naked wants. This would do.
Jade grunted, as she lifted for one final lift before dropping it onto the floor. The two hundred pounds bounced just a bit off the padded basement as Jade grabbed a towel.
Its been a struggle having Kanaya around. Not that she complains, well she does, or shes ungrateful... well she is. But Jade kinda liked that, it was good for someone to fuss over things grander then a bowl of pills and some grilled chicken. Kanaya, well she didnt exactly ground her but she framed the day, gave direction to what would otherwise be a drug fueled malaise of pot smoke and half baked flirtations. You cant simply exist in a space, you kinda need someone to do.
Um, something. Kanaya gave objectives.
The actually problem was that Kanaya's objectives were very distracting. She got bored too, especially with how sick shes been, she chats, she chastises, and if she things you haven't been paying attention she even starts clinging. It's been very hard doing much while Kanaya sat in her lap and talked about the latest Thorn gossip.
Well except for bench presses, the last time Jade broke her record doing that. She was so excited.
Kanaya was a very big time sink, and sometimes Jade worried that you could be... too into a person. Kanaya was a strong independent woman so she was sure shed bounce... those big perky balloons that are stuffed in a dress so low you actually see her ar-
Ahem, Kanaya would easily recover if the dynamic shifted back to something more bachelorette. She'd go hang out with Kurloz, or even the Thorn dorm with all those "brutes" she complains about. She might even live alone. And shed be happy.
But what would JADE do? And that wasn't fair to thrust into and out of and into and out of Kanaya until she filled and filled with her needs. She might pop. She might get knocked up and her belly would grow thick and tight with their responsibility.
Metaphorically.
Jade sheepishly washed her hands. for some reason they've been slipping under her waist band a bit more after exercise, perhaps so used to a certain weight that was missing they just... itched pavlovianly?
That made...
Okay no that was stupid, there was no way thats true. But jade wasnt a doctor! She mightve made a few robots in her hey day but she was in Human Management!! There certainly was no classes about why people would develop sudden itchiness. Just massages and some negotiation strategies.
Jade made her way up the stairs, so lost in thought she forgot to shower as she headed to Kanayas room. See, she was so complicated! Maybe she should move and then Jade would probbably stop obsessing over this.
Probbably.
"Hi Kanaya." Jade said, wiping sweat off her brow. "Sorry for not being around so much today. I was just" Trying to be my own person again. "At the gym, in the basement."
Kanaya your being a bit... overly fixated on these things, these classes are all projects anyway.
Besides you told me just a few weeks ago they were trite, thoughtless brainwashing tools to institutioanlize people. Shouldn't you be feeling smarter and more liberated in that snug bed of yours?
Are you lonely??? Should I come over? Oh geeze I guess i was being really inconsiderate there.
The image of Kanaya rising out of the bed was a rare sight these days, but no less stunning when one managed a glimpse of it. The woman was tall, statuesque some might say, her long legs toned yet entirely smooth in appearance as they shot straight up only to curl over the sides of the bed. Her hair was a tousled mess, yet somehow it only seemed to add to her mysterious visage as it framed her pronounced yet smooth facial features. As she rose to her feet, her arms stretched upwards, unable to fully do so due to the ceiling getting in her way.
Kanaya was a sizable woman, her body seeming carved straight out of marble due to the ethereally white tone of her skin. The only thing to break up the image was the sheer fabric camisole top draped over her torso.
…at least, it seemed to be functioning as a camisole. The size of the goth’s bust always made it a little hard to tell exactly what the original design of any clothing draped across her figure had actually been. Not that it ever concerned her.
“Mm, now how did I end up Here,” she mused, mostly to herself as she began to strut around the room, dark green eyes scanning the area surrounding the bed she had pulled herself out of. Her head was nearly at the ceiling as she gazed down at the floor to the best of her ability, generally favoring looking past her shoulders as she moved.
“Jade?” She finally called, turning to the bed, the action casting a shadow over its other occupant. “Hurry up. I Will End Up Late otherwise.”
Jade groaned in bed. Every since Kanaya haf visited she started spending more of her free time with her secretary, and less time on leisure. She was always hard at work, studying hard, listening to hard meetings, having hard negotiations with the various clubs about budgets and staffing issues. It was a massive load she carried... plus shed been avoiding the Nurses and their fat lipped smiles.
It was so much effort thst, for once, she didnt have the energy for her and Kanayas nightly movie chat, she just went to sleep.
And it was clear why she felt AWFUL! Everything ached, her head was throbbing, her sheets were soaked... in sweat.
So she did the only thing she could do as a chip and cheery Kanaya got up. She grabbed her arm.
"Kanaya..." she whined, their shared blankef folding strangley along her hips. "Dont go..."
Kanaya sighed, rolling her eyes as she allowed herself to be pulled in slightly by her whiny boss. She loomed over the other as she stood next to the bed, her vision of the other only somewhat obscured by her own heaving bust as it swayed between the two of them.
“Jade, I missed the Entirety of Last Week,” she chirped, eyes already torn away from the other as she began to scan the room for any of her articles of clothing. Kanaya never remembered how she usually ended up in Jade’s room in such scant attire, but she tended to remember finding her clothes strewn across the entire house.
“I Will not be Doing The Same this week As Well. Now, up up,” she chided, patting at the side of Jade’s face with her hand. “If You Help Me I can make us Breakfast.”
Jades sheets bulged and bunched around her hips forming a large lump that reached up and up as Jade sat up. The sheets twitched as sweat dripped from Jade's body.
Unlike Kanaya who always slept almost naked, Jade actually did sleep naked, and for good reason. It felt like she was boiling in this room, watching Kanaya breathe and bounce so freely as her body had the most throbbing headache. She felt bloated, swollen even.
"Cant you just bring the food to me?" Jade whimpered, having not let go of Kanaya. "Weren't you learning nursing? Surely a little live training would be acceptable."
The image of Kanaya rising out of the bed was a rare sight these days, but no less stunning when one managed a glimpse of it. The woman was tall, statuesque some might say, her long legs toned yet entirely smooth in appearance as they shot straight up only to curl over the sides of the bed. Her hair was a tousled mess, yet somehow it only seemed to add to her mysterious visage as it framed her pronounced yet smooth facial features. As she rose to her feet, her arms stretched upwards, unable to fully do so due to the ceiling getting in her way.
Kanaya was a sizable woman, her body seeming carved straight out of marble due to the ethereally white tone of her skin. The only thing to break up the image was the sheer fabric camisole top draped over her torso.
…at least, it seemed to be functioning as a camisole. The size of the goth’s bust always made it a little hard to tell exactly what the original design of any clothing draped across her figure had actually been. Not that it ever concerned her.
“Mm, now how did I end up Here,” she mused, mostly to herself as she began to strut around the room, dark green eyes scanning the area surrounding the bed she had pulled herself out of. Her head was nearly at the ceiling as she gazed down at the floor to the best of her ability, generally favoring looking past her shoulders as she moved.
“Jade?” She finally called, turning to the bed, the action casting a shadow over its other occupant. “Hurry up. I Will End Up Late otherwise.”
Jade groaned in bed. Every since Kanaya haf visited she started spending more of her free time with her secretary, and less time on leisure. She was always hard at work, studying hard, listening to hard meetings, having hard negotiations with the various clubs about budgets and staffing issues. It was a massive load she carried... plus shed been avoiding the Nurses and their fat lipped smiles.
It was so much effort thst, for once, she didnt have the energy for her and Kanayas nightly movie chat, she just went to sleep.
And it was clear why she felt AWFUL! Everything ached, her head was throbbing, her sheets were soaked... in sweat.
So she did the only thing she could do as a chip and cheery Kanaya got up. She grabbed her arm.
"Kanaya..." she whined, their shared blankef folding strangley along her hips. "Dont go..."
We? I have a special dietary regimine I have to mantain you know. The nursesbassigned me a minimum daily caloric intake and these vitamins and everything.
And id happily bring dinner over, what would you like?
Honestly On The Topic of Tonight do you Mind if I Crash Here Again. I was hoping some Orange Juice would Perk Me Up But my Body Feels like it got Slammed By A Meat Tenderizer. I Feel Like riding that rickety Cable Car into Town would Destroy Me.
Honestly On The Topic of Tonight do you Mind if I Crash Here Again. I was hoping some Orange Juice would Perk Me Up But my Body Feels like it got Slammed By A Meat Tenderizer. I Feel Like riding that rickety Cable Car into Town would Destroy Me.
Wow me too so weird. Maybe we shared a dream! I'm feeling so much lighter these days too! Like I lightened some great burden. We should share more often.
Well... I did for you. You were just so trembly and mewed so sadly in your sleep that I couldnt bare to force you to work! You were obviously unwell. You said so yourself earlier so I was right too. So I just... skipped ahead a few steps so you could nap longer.
Well I am the student president, I have some benefits. Teehee.
Oh you know me. Always a hard worker, satisfying the needs of the masses. And well... they are being awfully handsy today! Metaphorically, they keep asking me to do some new task and vist one dorm or the other. I might be home late, sorry! Maybe we can get something out to eat today I will be too exhausted to cook myself.
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