"Oh, well now I absolutely must know what's going on in that big soft body of yours, dearest prince~" Ah, he's activated her thirst for knowledge as well as her stabby kinks.
"Is the claim that you can't be pierced by mere mortal blade, or is their an ancient mysticism defending you from harm?"
“Oooh, hurry up...!” A broad-figured brunette huddles close to herself, trying to tug her coat around herself to seem less conspicuous. She can feel herself swelling into her winter coat, and she’s already sloshing about. The elevator can’t come fast enough for her. Why does she have to live on the seventh flooooooor?
The elevator door finally dings, and Makoto hurries into the opening space, breasts squeezing against the side of the carriage as she mashes the 7 button frantically. “Come on, come on, clooooose, I’m about to explode...!” Her breast leaves what feels like a flood on the inside of her coat as the elevator door nudges it away during its closing. “Nmph!”
Makoto breathes heavily, every second of her upward trip stretching into agonizing hours. Her boobs are so heavy and full. She needs to get into her apartment right now!!! The mightiest of the Sailor Senshi bounces on her feet, chest sloshing loudly. “Oh no, oh no, ahhhh, they’re leaking...!”
As soon as the elevator reaches the seventh floor and finally opens enough to release her, the woman hurries to her apartment, not even bothering to close the door once she’s across the threshold. Clothes fly off of her body, from coat to pants to shirt and bra. Makoto comes to a stop at her bathtub, where she can finally rest her enormous udders on the cool porcelain. Makoto lets out a massive sigh of relief before her expression twists into one of perverse glee.
“Yesssss, finally... No baking to do, no treats to fill, I get all of this milk to myself.” The woman starts rolling her teats against the side of the tub, squeezing out grand gushes of warm, thick dairy, all gathering in her preemptively plugged bathtub. “I’m going to chug the hell out of this...Mmmmm, squeeeeze...~” And Makoto keeps rocking her body against her chest, squeezing and bouncing the girls to and fro to extract all the milky deliciousness from them.
Over the course of an hour, Makoto’s still-heavy chest rests much more reasonably against her ribs. She lays on the floor, sweaty and panting, with her breasts stained a bit from the leaking milk. Greedy hands lift one of her juicy Jupiters to her mouth to be licked clean, soon followed by the other.
“...Maybe just a few more minutes of playing with myself before I chug it all...”
Goth girls express their inner darkness in a healthy and sustainable way, meaning their actual personalities are often gentle and sweet, if a little melancholy
"Oh, Prince RJ~?" Yugamu knocks on her boyfriend's door. Finally time for that spa date they agreed to, set up in the LDA pool. "I'm here to take you away. Got your swimsuit?"
Yugamu's also cooked up an optional cocktail of Venusian strawberries and some other mildly toxic treats for after the day comes to a close. She, of course, has them in a cute little picnic basket with very clear labels. No need to pop the surprise right at the start of the day! Yugamu was out for a whole night off of just on strawberry, and despite her enjoyment of intoxication she DOES want to be sober to enjoy the water and the chance to massage her boyfriend.