You know what are awesome? Breasts. There. That's it. That's the meme. It's celebrating how titillating, how wonderful, how downright fun breasts can be in the right, uhm, hands. Come - but not too soon - and try out a multitude of kinks involving those wonderful things on your or your partners chests.
HOW TO PLAY
-Comment with your character. Put your preferences and all that good stuff. -Obviously, dudes are welcome in this meme, as well. -Reply to others.
PROMPTS
BIG: The ideal of feminine beauty...unless they draw too much attention. FLAT CHEST: Anything more than a handful is a waste! TIT FUCK: Also known as paizuri. Do I need to draw you a diagram of what does on here. GROPING: Just hands-on fun. MOUTH: Kissing, licking, suckling, all that good fun. NIPPLES: Focus on those little nubs. PIERCING: The actual action of piercing or someone already having it done. LACTATION: Due to pregnancy or otherwise induced. HUMILIATION: Making fun of someone for their breast size or lack thereof. BREAST ENVY: Why can't you have their boobs? EXPANSION: Like plastic surgery, only less invasive. Maybe. BDSM: Any kind of purposeful injury, shibari, or other restraints. WILDCARD
It had been a few weeks since the first time Harley and Whisper had fooled around and Harley had kept an eye on the stealthy wolf, unwilling to let such an interesting girl escape. While missions came and went somehow Harley managed to weasel her way onto whatever mission Whisper was sent on to work on building a proper friendship.
But as tended to happen when Harley got bored she got needy and so found herself slipping a note into Whisper's cloak during a mission briefing.
My room. Tonight.
Once whisper arrived she'd find the messy and cluttered home dimly lit with the faint scent of roses and cookies. Sure enough Harley had a platter of sweets on a table, but more distracting was Harley herself lounging on a sofa in just a lacy pair of panties and a bra.
The webbing sailed harmlessly past Gemini, her body twisting bonelessly out of the path of the sticky projectiles, giving this black and red clad Spider Man a 'you'll have to do better than that' smirk, she sends an elastic arm powering toward him, her fist expanding to the size of a dumpster as it goes.
The web-slinger swung out of the way and Gemini follows, slinging her elastic arms from building to building, effortlessly maintaining her pursuit, finally using her elasticity and strength to vault clean over the wall crawler and land in a crouch on the edge of a rooftop blocking his way.
"You can run but you can't hide, there's no escape from me itty bitty Spider." She was about to gloat more but at that moment she spots a telltale bulge in the vigilante's pants her eyebrow rising as she laughs and leans forward even further, revealing even more of her full cleavage as she gives him a wicked smile.
The adventuring life was one that could keep one busy, not to mention out at sea for extended periods. That's why Drake loved to find chances to kick back and relax whenever she could, and this hot spring resort she'd been recommended seemed like just the indulgence she was looking for. Like that sort of thing you don't even know you want it until someone points it out as an option.
Drake sighed happily as she reclined in the steaming water, still wearing her hat for the fun of it but otherwise naked. The bath felt so good as it warmed her, the mineral water soaking into her skin. And the rum she was drinking from that magical chalice she'd found was warming her nicely from the inside too. It was a bit too quiet for her tastes, but it was nice to not have all the guys running around for a moment too.
So wrapped up in her quiet simple pleasures as she was, she had let her guard down and not noticed the girl sneaking up behind her until she suddenly felt two eager hands digging into her breasts, "Ah! Hey!"
It's hard to say what others might think of this moment, but Drake was having a blast. Her lips were curled into a cheeky grin as she plushed her tits around Remilia's cock, stroking up and down with her ample bosom. Sure she was putting her body on the line right now but as far as she was concerned she was getting the better end of the deal. A romp in bed to refill the magic in her grail? No downsides as far as she was concerned.
"Well? What do you think? Just let me know when you're ready to let loose a load so I can catch it." Her palms pressed together on the sides of her breasts, giving the vampire's member a nice snug passage. The golden chalice sat nearby, ready for her to grab at a moment's notice.
It's not that Theresa had anything in particular against Power Girl, far from it! As far as superheroes based out of New York could get Power Girl was one of the most popular! And while others like Harley Quinn might get more of a rabid fanbase at Theresa's school, the nerdy girl just couldn't keep up with her antics. No Power Girl was way better.
But the problem came that Theresa couldn't stop thinking about Power Girl. About the way she smiled, or the look in her eyes when she was furious. Or the way every movement made her breasts move in ways that defied physics.
It wasn't long until the fan worship became and obsession, and soon the High School Girl found herself on a rooftop in the middle of the night dressed in her own home made Supervillain outfit casting a spell as she watched Power Girl wrap up a rather mundane bank robbery down below.
"By the light of the moon, the stars in the sky, this spell is for you who has caught my eye, hair like gold and skin like silk, and now you'll overflow with milk~" She whispered before pouring out the potion she had prepared onto a magic circle. There was a flash of pink magical energy, a puff of smoke and as Theresa coughed and sputtered she pulled out her binoculars once more to try and see if the magic had found it's target down below.
[Insert jokes about bounteous chests and booty here. Open to all. Can play as female or futa, especially if using her grail from Singularity 3 as a handwave to get into the hentai tropes list for more unrealistic fun.]
"...You swear you're not just messing with me? Doing this really makes you stronger?"
Even after having it explained to her more than once, most of this 'Holy Grail War' stuff still flew right over Ann's head. So, Drake was the reincarnation or something of a famous explorer that Ann could have sworn was a guy, she was battling it out with some other historical figures for... something, and she had magic powers. Those magic powers could run out, though, and in order to recharge, she had to do dirty things. It sounded like the premise for some really awful anime porn, but Ann had seen enough evidence to know most of it was true.
And that was why she was sitting now at the edge of her bed, blushing bright with her skirt and underwear in a pile at her feet, with a buxom pirate between her legs looking right at her semi-erect cock. She may not have ever been on either end of one before, but she knew what a tit fuck was, and apparently, Drake was going to give her one that would stick with her forever, if all the boasting about her skills was to be believed.
"If this doesn't make you more magical, I'm never speaking to you again! I mean it!"
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