From under the veritable mountain of thick, suffocating flesh that was your wife's booty, you just barely heard her and Carmine continue their conversation, both voices strained and muffled.
"So, where to first, Brinley? I can't wait to spend time together, the three of us." Carmine said, her smug intonation audible even under the sensory-depriving girth of your wife's butt.
"Ooh, I'm excited too, Carmine! But, like, it's actually just gonna be us two." Brinley explained.
Carmine frowned. "Uh...what?"
"So, like, I mighta forgot for a short minute there, but our first stop is actually to drop my cutie little babe off at her best friend's place. You remember Anneli, right?"
Carmine scoffed. "Yeah, she makes an impression that's...hard to ignore."
Brinley giggled. "She's pretty awesome, yeah. Anyway, my beautiful babe and her haven't had much time together recently, so Allegra will be spending the day at her apartment. It'll actually just be me and you running errands." Brinley grinned. "Hope I'm not too boring for you!"
Carmine swore under her breath, obviously ticked off that she'd signed up for a day of screwing with you, only to find she wouldn't be getting that at all. "Uh, I mean...I don't know, Brinley. Maybe I'll just stay home after all. I was kinda--"
"Aw, really?" Your wife pouted, doing a little shimmy in her seat that further smeared you under her plump buttocks. "But I wanna have fun with you too, Carmine! You're awesome!"
"Thanks, Brinley, but--"
"And, like, if you don't go with me, who will help me pick out new clothes? I was gonna shop for more underwear and swimsuits!"
Carmine's breath hitched. "...what?"
"Yeah! I love clothes shopping, and I love even more when I've got someone I can model everything for. It's like our own little fashion show! Usually I'd do it with Allegra, but your insight could be, like, really fun and useful too! What do you say?"
Pink hues flamed in Carmine's cheeks at the mental image of a barely clothed Brinley parading around before her in gorgeous and skimpy lingerie and bikinis. Hastily, she nodded. "U-Uh, y-yeah, actually...that sounds alright. Yeah, I'm good with that."
"Awesome, yay!" Brinley beamed, did another painful grinding booty wriggle, and then pulled away from your house, and off to Anneli's apartment.
*****
Twenty minutes later, and you stood in front of Anneli's apartment door, ready for what you hoped would be a fun day with your best friend.
Sure, the day hadn't gotten off to the absolute best start. At least Brinley had sheepishly apologized and kissed you afterwards.
Now, though, you were ready to get your day back on track, so you rang the affected-sized doorbell to Anneli's apartment (Anneli lived in a pro-mixed-size apartment complex, so amenities like this were common). After about a minute, you heard the sound of banging, then muted cursing, then shuffling feet, and finally the door swung open to reveal the sky-high form of your best friend in the whole world, Anneli Carlgren.
"Hello? How can I help--" Anneli began, her voice soft and demure, until she realized no one was there. Blinking in confusion, she glanced downwards and spotted you, and proceeded to heave a big sigh of relief. "Oh, thank fuck it was just you, Allegra. I was worried it'd be the mail lady. I haven't showered in two days, and that's how I lost my last mail lady, by 'smelling inhumanely awful', which is pretty rude, if you ask me."
You chuckled at your best friend's antics, and rolled your eyes playfully as she bent down and picked you up...and you also silently fought not to wince at the fact that, yeah, she did have a bit of a ripe scent clinging to her body.
Anneli, even though you'd known her for twenty years, never stopped being such an interesting contradiction. Appearance-wise, she looked like a supermodel fairytale princess, with her fair skin, sky-blue eyes, and snow-white hair, alongside her substantially large and beautiful curves. And if you weren't close to her, she'd appear to act predictably quiet and demure too. But under the surface, she was crass, blunt, definitely more than a little lazy, pretty vulgar, and a bit of a slob, yet refreshingly candid and natural in doing so.
Today, she was wearing gray sweatpants that clung were tightly to her pronounced rear and shapely thighs, and a black crop top that hugged her breasts and left a wide swath of her toned stomach on full display. Even taking note of the cheese-dust stains on both her top and sweatpants, you were still struck by Anneli's beauty, and felt a tiny twinge in your heart not too dissimilar to the same one you'd felt the very first time you'd laid eyes on Anneli, back in college.
The two of you had been assigned as roommates, and you'd been smitten instantly. Equally attracted, Anneli had eagerly accepted your date proposition, but a single date had been enough for both of you to realize you'd prefer to just be friends. And friends you'd remained, best friends in fact, for the two decades since. You gossiped together, played video games together, watched shows and movies together, and went out on little day trips together. You loved her fiercely, and honestly didn't know where you'd be in life without her, especially since she was also a pretty pro-affected woman who'd saved you hundreds of times...even if a handful of those were, admittedly, her own fault.
"You hungry, Ally?" Anneli asked, using her nickname for you. "I was just finishing eating when you rang the bell."
"I am, yeah." You concurred. "I missed my breakfast."
"Wait, let me guess..." Anneli furrowed her brow, then snapped her finger. "Inez, right? And...her shoe?"
"Her chair, but yes."
"Yikes, and that's a pretty meaty ass she's rocking. Sorry about the rough--" Anneli let out a loud 'belch'. "...'scuse me. Sorry about the rough morning, Ally."
"It's fine." You shrugged (while simultaneously trying to waft away the humid air from your best friend's burp).
As Anneli carried you into her kitchen, you passed through her apartment's living room, and you took in the familiar surroundings. Empty soda cans and torn-open chip bags scattered about. A discolored, ass-shaped imprint in the middle of the couch cushion, a faint pervasive odor in the air. Through an open door you spotted Anneli's bedroom, and could make out her un-made blankets, and a monstrously tall pile of dirty clothes long past the point they should've been washed.
In the past, you'd really tried to get Anneli to shake her lazy, slob-like tendencies. And, on occasion, she briefly got her act together, but inevitably always fell back on her true self. It really didn't bother her, the way that she lived. She was fully comfortable in her own skin and her own lifestyle, even if it was a bit of a turnoff for others at times. So, eventually, you'd just learned to accept Anneli for who she was. The most genuine, kind, funny, and brutally honest woman in existence.
After helping yourself to some tasty (but probably stale) banana chips in the kitchen, Anneli carried you back out into her living room and plopped down onto her couch. Her years-old cushion let out a tortured hiss as her gigantic booty sank onto it, almost making you feel a bit of sympathy for the inanimate thing...probably because you yourself had endured many long hours under Anneli's ass in the past. Her laziness could really be a curse to you, sometimes, for as otherwise amazing as Anneli was at saving you from bad situations.
"So, Ally, what's the plan for today?" She asked, burping again after her question (but at least deigning to angle her head in the other direction).
"Well, you've sat down now, so that limits our options, doesn't it?" You teased, referencing her laziness.
"Okay, first off, fuck you." Anneli grinned, enjoying the banter. "You're a smarmy little shit sometimes, Ally. It's a lucky thing you're so cute. But secondly, I can get back up if you wanna do something else. I might be comfy as hell right now, but I can, if I have to, strain myself to accommodate you."
"Oh, yes, I'm such a bother." You chuckled.
Anneli rolled her eyes and laughed.
1) You decide to just get cozy on the couch with Anneli and watch shows/movies all day.
2) You decide to relocate to Anneli's bedroom to play some video games, as she's got an affected-size controller for you to use. Here's hoping Anneli's not in a competitive mood today, as she can sometimes get carried away while gaming.
3) Anneli suddenly grows awkward, and admits that she's opened up a dating profile, looking for a partner. She's gotten a few hits so far, and wants your help sorting through them and maybe setting a date up with one of them.
4) Anneli asks for a favor, one that will put to use your affected-genetics and your squishy/malleable body. As your best friend, she's always been prone to asking favors like these (sometimes perhaps too frequently), and you always have such a hard time saying 'no' to her even when you know that whatever her favor is for, it might not end well for you.
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