azure/group roxy/dave rp m!anon/boobs/groping/titvore/silly

tipsyGnostalgic: oh man this just gets better and better
tipsyGnostalgic: anyway i guess il just do the diecy thing if nobody else wants to get thier dance on
tipsyGnostalgic hurls the dice with a grin
tispyGnostalgic: ok lets see what we got here.......
turntechGodhead: was it just me or did the dice clip through the table for a while there
turntechGodhead: dont think ive ever seen it take that long to roll before
turntechGodhead: im impressed
tispyGnostalgic: "your brests swell in size 1 cup for each drink youve consummed for the last 24 hours and for the next 24"
tispyGnostalgic: oh
tispyGnostalgic: on 2nd thougt maybe i should have been keepin track
turntechGodhead decides this would be a good time to get up from the couch.

John-Egbert leans over to Dave. "How big do you think they'll get?" He whispered.
turntechGodhead "do i look like i want to speculate on the future size of my moms cans jesus john" he hisses back.
John-Egbert: "Yeah, you kind of do"
turntechGodhead: "id like to find whoever made sburb and punch them in the dick i swear every hot chick i meet is related to me"
turntechGodhead: "what sort of sick fuck makes a game like that"

tispyGnostalgic winces a bit, already feeling a full warmth in her bosom, and she completely fails to resist the urge to knead at her chest through her kitty-face top. Unsurprisingly, her chest is already swelling up, her slender B-cups becoming Cs, then Ds, and onward past Es as she bites her lip a bit and heft one breast in each hand.

turntechGodhead Thank gog for shades hiding where his eyes are looking.
turntechGodhead: well that sure was
turntechGodhead: a thing

John-Egbert has no luxury of shades. Where he's looking is obvious, and he's looking at Roxy's MASSIVE new tits. He just can't take his eyes off of them.

tispyGnostalgic tries not to coo a little at the way her previously almost-flat chest grew to overflow her hands, leaning forward a bit from the sudden weight, and by the time they stopped expanding outwards she found herself holding what would easily constitute L-cups, round and sagging only slightly and filling her top enough to expose her lower tummy.

tispyGnostalgic: ok
turntechGodhead: oh my god
turntechGodhead: how much did you drink
tispyGnostalgic: ok 2 things i wanna get out of the way right quikc
tispyGnostalgic: 1 is that apparatetly magic card games dont count botltes as 1 drink becus that shoulda just been 2
John-Egbert "...And 2?"
tispyGnostalgic: 2 is that i have nevr been so happy 2 forgep to put on a bra in the morming
tispyGnostalgic plops back down in her chair and just sort of...fondles herself a little. Just a little. Gotta feel out the new babes, after all.

Xenia: I feel we should be trying to stage an intervention at some point in the future.
Keen stifles her laughter. "Bottles of what? What size bottle? The standard drink size for most bottles of liquor isn't that big.
tispyGnostalgic: standard is for sqautes *sqaures *squiers
tispyGnostalgic: and do i look like a meideval knight boot shinner 2 u

turntechGodhead is going to grab the dice and roll them before he has to think about what his alternate universe ectomom is doing with her head-dwarfing gazongas
Vriska-Serket nods, as she goes back to the couch, as she is kinda outbusted by Roxy. She even prods a boob with a claw. "Well, you're more mo8ile then I was expecting, I'll give you that!"

tispyGnostalgic: ANYWAYS lets see what crazy shit strider jr gets 2 go thorugh
tispyGnostalgic: ow hey watch the girls dammit
Vriska-Serket pokes again. "I am! With my fingers."
tispyGnostalgic: ur fingers are super huhe spiderclaws and r not suiteble for boob touchings
tispyGnostalgic: *suiteable

turntechGodhead moves his piece forward by six and draws a card, silently reading his fate. "Oh no! What's this? It seems that your hand is magnetically attracted to your mom's tits! What's that? For shame! You can't admit the effects of the game!"
turntechGodhead His brow furrows for a brief moment as the card sizzles and smokes, quickly turning into a small pile of ash before he can share what was on it.

turntechGodhead: um
tispyGnostalgic: wait waht
turntechGodhead: ok i guess i didnt get anything
turntechGodhead: i think
turntechGodhead: no i did get something hold on
turntechGodhead: i
tispyGnostalgic: i dont think it was supposes 2 catch fire
turntechGodhead: yeah i guess that must have been the effect
turntechGodhead: weird
Vriska-Serket is impressed by these card effects, as she pokes Roxy in the boob again. "Seems a 8it overdramatic, 8ut eh, what can you do?"
tispyGnostalgic: man that sucks
tispyGnostalgic: ow
tispyGnostalgic: dammit spiderygirl

John-Egbert decides to copy Vriska, reaching over to poke Roxy's other huge breast.
tispyGnostalgic: ok when its some1 who doenst have huge alien manbidles for hands that isnt 2 bad
tispyGnostalgic just sort of sways a tiny bit between the two fingers
John-Egbert "You really don't mind...?" John grins and places both hands on her tit.

turntechGodhead wishes he could break his poker face right about now. He's *trying* to say what he actually read, but the words won't come; he wants to excuse himself to the bathroom and just hide there for the rest of the game, but instead he stoically returns to the couch, shoves Vriska's and John's prodding fingers away, and plants both hands on Roxy's enormous chest.

tispyGnostalgic: oh
tispyGnostalgic: weeeeeeel then
John-Egbert "Hey, what's the big idea, Dave? I was enjoying that."
turntechGodhead His palms press inward, soft boobflesh squeezing between his fingers while he nearly bites his own tongue off.
tispyGnostalgic: i guess even the super chill striders cant resiet this sort of firepoter
tispyGnostalgic wonks a little before the sensations of his grpign reaches her mind, and she practically thrusts her chest forward in response

Vriska-Serket goes a bit wide eyed, as she scoots away from the groping Strider. "Well. If you want to just dive in, well. 8e my guest?"
turntechGodhead: what no i mean theres plenty of room here i just sort of figured i would
turntechGodhead: uh
turntechGodhead: goddammit
tispyGnostalgic: why did nobody ever tell me havin tits to massage felt this good dammit
tispyGnostalgic: shhhshshh
tispyGnostalgic: its okay
tispyGnostalgic: just
tispyGnostalgic: keep doin that if u want 2!
tispyGnostalgic mmphs a little at the unfamiliar sensations

turntechGodhead is more redfaced than any coolkid ought to be. He DOES want to, dammit, but he also doesn't want to, but he can't stop himself or explain his actions away; all he can do is nod gravely in response to Roxy's approval, one of his hands slipping underneath her shirt to squeeze at her tits more directly.

turntechGodhead: rrrrrrrrghh
turntechGodhead: fuck
tispyGnostalgic: ohhhhhhohohh daaaaavey
tispyGnostalgic: i dindt think u had it in u to be this frissy with a lady ;)
tispyGnostalgic: *friksy
tispyGnostalgic: *whatever 2 good rubs to care
turntechGodhead: i can be the most frisky dammit nothing weird about it
turntechGodhead: just sitting here feeling up my alt moms melons nothing weird about that
turntechGodhead: the hell are all of you staring at youre some sick fucks
tispyGnostalgic: and here i thought you were all a family of tighatsses
turntechGodhead: my tight ass has nothing to do with it

turntechGodhead rolls Roxy's nipple between his thumb and index fingers and hates himself forever.
tispyGnostalgic sucks air in between her teeth and scrunches her face a bit, not expecting the sudden sensation but definitely not minding it

turntechGodhead: so uh
turntechGodhead: youre sure youre ok with this right
turntechGodhead: i mean i can stop
turntechGodhead No he can't.
tispyGnostalgic: if i wasnt ok with all this do u think id be sttin here squirmin around like a wrilgger in the day?
tispyGnostalgic: like shit idk if ur some kinda boob touchin mastrewizard but whatever it is ur doing is doin it rigth

turntechGodhead just nods again, dry swallowing and sitting with his legs crossed for his own safety and letting his left hand push into Roxy's left breast, his palm moving in gentle circles to massage the wealth of boob overflowing his grasp and practically swallowing his hand, while his right traces her right's areola and pinches at her nipple, tugging at it and worrying it with his fingertips. He does his best to deflect all attention from this by commenting on the huge bubbly gut that Xenia just gained. "thats one hell of a party trick new girl"
turntechGodhead: is that all air in there or did you sneak a helium tank in here
turntechGodhead: should we tie you down for safety
turntechGodhead: or maybe close a window
tispyGnostalgic: lmao

tispyGnostalgic tries to pay attention to the bloated girl, but is too engrossed in the tit massaging she's getting to really care much. The way Dave's hands squish and knead over the surface of her breasts is enough to make her shudder, a soft jiggling motion accompanying it thanks to her bountiful bosom.

tispyGnostalgic: dave just so u know if this turns out to be perpament somehow im hiring you as my officiail lalonde boob handler forever because god daaamn
turntechGodhead: uh
turntechGodhead: sure i can do that i mean what else is family for
turntechGodhead is going to need one hell of a therapy session with Rose after this is done.
tispyGnostalgic: man i d e kiff a fuck bout the famimly shit right now because when u suddenly got tits this big then you realize what sort of mad grouping uve been missing out on
tispyGnostalgic: like holy shit is it possible to get legit drunk on havin ur sweatey puppies handled because idk how else 2 describ this shit
turntechGodhead: yeah youve got some intoxicating sweater puppies that sounds about right
turntechGodhead: cant bring myself to stop i think im addicted to these

turntechGodhead: also what did her card say i wasnt paying attention
tispyGnostalgic: idk sumthin about growing more then every1 else
tispyGnostalgic: as long as it doesnt interef with the mad tit squish game im cool with it
turntechGodhead: oh jesus

Vriska-Serket of course her chest has to swell out larger, her torso becoming smothered by her chest as her breasts swell up past Roxy's size, with some added oomph. Her boobs pulling her shirt up, gray undertit hanging out of a very desperate to stay on shirt.

tispyGnostalgic: oh goddambit
Vriska-Serket smiled the entire time, nodding to Roxy. "Yeah, I know. It's pretty gr8, isn't it?"
turntechGodhead: uh
tispyGnostalgic: trollgal why u gotta be showin me up i had dirks cute bros undivvied attenetion n everything
turntechGodhead lets the rest of Vriska's sudden amazonian figure go unsaid. He's in a deep enough hole as it is.
turntechGodhead: nah im good
turntechGodhead: got my hands full as it is
tispyGnostalgic gives a satisfactory mewl at dave's response and puffs her chest up a little, smirking at the taller troll

turntechGodhead squish squeeze rub rub nippinch flushed cheeks awkward squirming to conceal boner beneath crossed legs touch touch touch.
tispyGnostalgic: slow down there davey boy these girls aint goin nowhere ;)
tispyGnostalgic: at least they better not be becuz if this stops now i swear 2 gog im gonna need a fukcin keg
turntechGodhead: haha right no of course not
turntechGodhead: i scratch more than records im here to scratch your itch for a fondling
turntechGodhead: cant say im likely to stop anytime soon
tispyGnostalgic: that was fukcing terriblr but i literally could not give any less of a shit right now if the next card any1 pulled was constibalation
tispyGnostalgic just sort of siiiiiiiiighs happily at the fondling

Vriska-Serket groans, as she forces herself upwards, her body much more exposed, and the couch, much more ripped as she accidently claws it. "Ok, this might 8e a 8it 8igger then planned. 8ut you know what? Fuck that! It's awesome."
turntechGodhead: goddamit vriska there isnt room for you here
turntechGodhead: get off

Vriska-Serket grunts as she wanders over to  Dave, and shoves that gut into his back, pushing him forwards into Roxy's tits. "Excuuuuuuuuse me? Ill stand wherever the fuck I want!"
turntechGodhead: MRMGHPPH
tispyGnostalgic: ooof
tispyGnostalgic: ok that was UNCALLED FOR missy
tispyGnostalgic: look what u did to poor dave :(
tispyGnostalgic: nd also me i guess but i think i got more than enough cuishon for all parties inlovled

turntechGodhead makes several undignified sounds as he suddenly finds himself being crushed between a soft place and two other soft places. His head is deeply wedged between Roxy's cans, his every struggling movement and sound causing him to jiggle and squish from the motorboating.

Vriska-Serket was already pretty tall, a few inches over 7 feet and whatnot, making her belly seem even huger as it shoves into Dave and Roxy, Vriska chuckling to the Rogue. "Hey, he wanted a 8it of a squish. I'm just ading a 8it more!" She smiles to John, reaching down to wrap an arm around his shoulders to shove him tighter into her belly. "Seee? John likes em too."

turntechGodhead: gdddmmht i chnt shh
tispyGnostalgic: oh holy shit
turntechGodhead: vrskka yuu ftt fhck whht th HELL
tispyGnostalgic: dave if u want to just sort of stay down there i dont think any1 really
tispyGnostalgic: nnn
tispyGnostalgic flushes a deep red at the feeling of his impromptu motorboating and squirms happily
tispyGnostalgic: actually wait can u breaeth down there thats p importent
tispyGnostalgic: my tits are 2 young to be murdrers

Vriska-Serket pulls away, and gives Dave some room to breathe, turning around where she stands. "Yeah, it's alright. You alright there 8oys?" She asks Dave and the dwindling John.

turntechGodhead has stopped thrashing quite so hard, surrendering to his new role sandwich between two enormous women. He sucks in a deep breath when Vriska withdraws enough for him to inhale...with his face still wedged down in the valley of Roxy's tits, his lips sucking at her flesh at the same time that he (inefficiently) refills his lungs.
turntechGodhead: mrmrmhmphh

Vriska-Serket leans back, and casually presses her hindquarters back into Dave's back, going right back to shoving him into the busty Lalonde's tits. Whoops!
tispyGnostalgic: god dammit
tispyGnostalgic: as much as i totes apprecipate ur making strider appreciate these fine bosums i kind wish you didnt have to squish them so much 2 do it

turntechGodhead another undignified sound at being crushed against Roxy by gigantic arachnid ass. His body is practically intertwined with hers at this point, though the most intimately familiar portion of him continues to be his face, which jostles and stimulates her substantial bust while his mouth applies strange kisses and hickeys from his labored breaths. Said breaths are labored for more reasons than it being sort of hard to breathe down here, of course. Thankfully his boner is hidden by the couch cushions it's pressed into.

tispyGnostalgic keens and arcs her back a bit when she feels Dave's sucking and nipping, her sensitive mounds wobbling about around his head as she crossed her own legs and struggled to not mash her tits together over his face with her own two hands. The amount of jiggling going on was positively unreal, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

tispyGnostalgic: jesus fuckin marice and josiph ur a fucking watershed of new boob trix arent you
tispyGnostalgic: nnnnnnnngh
tispyGnostalgic: also i guess its my turn then?

turntechGodhead manages to surface his head from Roxy's bountiful valley -- with his hair a tussled mess and his precious shades knocked askew and his face dripping with perspiration -- long enough to gasp "roxy its your turn" before the pressure on his back from Vriska's ass overpowers his ability to hold his neck up and his face plunges back down between her lalonde lumps where he clearly belongs.

tispyGnostalgic: shoosh dave just let the boobs take care of ur woes
tispyGnostalgic: also some1 pass me the dice i aint getting off this couch as long as i got a blondy coolkid stuck in my tits
Keen: "Considering this game made cool kid over there go head first in tit flesh, I think it has the ability to bend wills a bit..."
tispyGnostalgic: excuse u this was totally becuz of my fucking *ROUGISH CHARMS* n shit
tispyGnostalgic winks sillily at her and reaches for the dice over Dave's head
Keen: "Right, and I'm the fairy god mother.", she'd smirk, still blushing.
tispyGnostalgic: i wouldnt doubt it for a secnod

turntechGodhead is going to just continue to lay here wedged up against Roxy and between her tits. One, he's worn out from the ordeal, and two...well, he's wedged against a hot babe with boobs practically devouring his head. It's not like he can save face at this point anyway. Might as well just keep squishing and smooching them titties.
tispyGnostalgic eventually gets her hands on the dice, aims for the table, and just sort of lobs them. She misses, obviously. But still counts as a roll!

tispyGnostalgic: ohhh boy
tispyGnostalgic: dave u might want to evacuate the tit permiter
turntechGodhead makes a muffled sound that sounds something like "wait what"
tispyGnostalgic: "every time ur chest jotsles the room shakes"
tispyGnostalgic is immediately thrown off balance by the slight quaking caused by Dave jiggling her tits. With his face.
turntechGodhead Oh. Well he should probably withdraw then, shouldn't he? Too bad he can't, thanks to BOARD GAME BULLSHIT that won't even let him explain why!!
turntechGodhead: shit SHIT okay uh
turntechGodhead: sorry hold on let me just sort of
tispyGnostalgic: every1 this is ur flight capptin speaking we might be experimencting some turbalance

turntechGodhead tries to push himself off of Roxy. Instead he pushes his hands into her chest, lifting himself up with his hands as if doing pushups but not making any headway in actually removing himself from the magnetic pull of her gazongas.
turntechGodhead: fuck

Vriska-Serket feels a sudden shake in the room from Roxy's magicks, which shoves her forwards, her own chest wobbling around the tiny John as she falls forwards into the table, smushing into it and freeing sorta Dave. "Ok! That's going to get REALLY annoying, REALLY fast."
tispyGnostalgic squiiiiishes under his hands, tits wobbling about and causing another localised bout of seismic activity that threatens to send him plunging back into her chest if he isnt careful

tispyGnostalgic: oh
tispyGnostalgic: i think its daves turn
tispyGnostalgic: dave can u roll with ur self stuck on me
Xenia: Somehow, I get the feeling he can't.
tispyGnostalgic: shit

turntechGodhead is knocked clean away from Roxy by the combination of the room-shaking quake and Vriska's dive! Quickly he grabs up the dice and rolls them with one of his free hands while the other immediately returns to her chest.

tispyGnostalgic: oh shit
turntechGodhead prays for something that frees him from this mess...
tispyGnostalgic: sweet maneuver stridir
tispyGnostalgic fails to high-five on account of not wanting to jiggle the tits
turntechGodhead blinks as he reads out his card.

turntechGodhead: "Whatever you're touching is your new home. Have fun inside of whoever and whatever that now is!"
turntechGodhead: what the fuck
tispyGnostalgic: what the fuck
turntechGodhead: that doesnt make any s--

turntechGodhead feels a sudden tug on his fingers. His gaze falls down to where his hand was resting on Roxy's breast...only to find that said hand is now INSIDE said breast, buried up to the nipple. His other hand reaches down to pull it out, only for her tit to lurch forward and take it in too. From here, it begins sucking him in, quickly, Dave yelping in alarm as he's dragged into Roxy's boob up to his elbows...his head vanishes into them next along with his arms up to his shoulders...they slide over his chest, down his stomach, have his legs kicking comically as they slurp up the last of him, until all that's left of Dave are a pair of shades resting in Roxy's cleavage and a squirming mass within her tits, strangely split between BOTH of her boobs.
John-Egbert just sort of... stares. Wow.

tispyGnostalgic has absolutely no idea how to respond to the sudden sensation of her sizable tits sucking in her shaded suitor, feeling the mounds swelling and straining with succulent alliterative appeal. By the time he was up to his torso, she was whimpering in her throat, both hands clutching either massive breast, and as he vanished completely she flopped forward.

tispyGnostalgic finds herself on the floor in front of the couch, resting atop two tits each large enough to hold a grown man and both shifting uneasily. Her shirt was entirely demolished, massive nipples exposed to the warm air of the room, and she just sort of laid atop her own bust dumbfoundedly for a short period.

tispyGnostalgic: uh
tispyGnostalgic: uhhhhhhh
tispyGnostalgic: that
tispyGnostalgic: happened i think
turntechGodhead continues to squirm within the prison of Roxy's cans.
tispyGnostalgic: i also think i might need that keg
turntechGodhead Who knows what'll happen to him but he'll probably be fine. God tier and all.
tispyGnostalgic: oh god are my dedacent mounds an acessory to murder this is not what i wanted from boobs
tispyGnostalgic: are they gonna throw my rockin tits in juvie
tispyGnostalgic ngghs a little atop her squirming chest, confused and disorentated and not sure how much of it she should be appreciating
Xenia: So does this mean it's my turn now,  or...?
tispyGnostalgic: for lack of a better responce to unwilting boob assault sure

tispyGnostalgic: (we could probably just say roxys tits hit the floor and killed everybody from the resulting explosion of earthquakes)
John-Egbert: (( Pffft ))
Xenia: (there's probably a less dumb way of doing that sort of thing)
tispyGnostalgic: (the chat room is now a supervolcano)
turntechGodhead: ((nah I'm cool with that ending))
turntechGodhead: ((GOOD END))