Stooking

[01:24] Young Lady Stocking: Stocking was hard up for tits. It was the only reason the goth would ever have let herself be caught dead in a place as sleazy as this nightclub, this hot, sweat-soaked place where skanks and thugs were packed shoulder-to-shoulder, all of them itching for a hard, hot fuck. She was just here for girls at the moment... and it showed with the way the horny bitch drooled over every giant set of tits that wobbled past. But she knew she wouldn't settle for anything less than the biggest tonight, and she wouldn't be happy until she'd milked their owner for everything they were good for.

She leaned against the bar, one elbow up and fingers drumming on the wood. She had one high heel cocked slightly to rest on the base of a barstool, causing that tiny dress to ride up to her thigh. She wasn't just flashing a little bit of thong-wrapped cunt, but basically the entirety of her meaty lower lips.

But obviously her tits were the real stars. The angel had a sweet face and long, perfect hair, but the thing that really drew other's attention was her criminally small shoulder-span, coupled with two of the most massive, wobbling fuckjuggs ever seen. They thrust out more than a foot in front of her, turning the spaghetti straps on her black skanky microdress into dental floss with how thin her chest tugged them. Nipples like corks made clear indents in the fabric, grazing the breezy material with the slightest movements. A choker around her neck, adorned with a few bits of jewelry danging to her cleavage, just highlighted the cheap appeal even further.
[01:33] Tifa Slutheart: As Stocking's eyes surveyed the busty fuckmeat and muscular studs of the bar, her search for the biggest and the bustiest might take an unexpected twist. CRASH~ An avalanche of glass cascaded from the bar and crashed onto the hard tiles beneath them. "I'm so sorry." Tifa pouts. Her utterly humongous fuckpillows had fucked up her bartending duties, she'd reached to pour a drink, and sent several more clattering into the dirt. Her classy white dress soaked with alchohol and spirits, multiple varieties of sugary syrup and skin-tingling vodka. "Stupid fucking cow, you spilled my drink!" some roided up asshole scowls at Tifa. The mega-busty barmaid flushed and shook her head, "I said I was sorry, I'll get you another." and yet, as she was humiliated and berated before the shocked and worried crowd, the snow white fabric of her dress clinging to her curves, the translucent wet patch only growing bigger. It was plain for everyone to see, her nipples twitched, and they got nice and hard.

'Hi, I'm Tifa! How can I help!' her namebadge was prominently displayed on the utterly mountainous mounds of titmeat. Tifa set about immediately sweeping up the worst of the damage. Another worried bartender quickly picked up the pace as Tifa's immensely fuckable tits fucked up hre life again.

Stocking's incredible body drew more than a few eyes, she could feel them hungry and eager, staring at her snatch. Tifa rose to her feet, the worst of the damage cleared, as her spine straightened her massive mammaries sloshed and heaved within their now skintight dress. Boi~oing. They were practically audible. A teenaged boy's wet dream of ridiculously fucking stacked fuckmeat. The clear shirt showing off the smooth complexion of her pale skin beneath. She was still beet red in the face, how could she not be. Bushing furiously, "Maybe I need a break.." Tifa pouts to herself, glancing around for another customer to serve.
[01:45] Young Lady Stocking: Stocking's eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes widened, as she took in this vision of bovine loveliness before her. She'd never seen a girl struggle so much with her own chest. The sight of Tifa even just turning a slight... and immediately demolishing a row of glasses... the gothic angel definitely started getting sticky between her thighs.

"Ummph... Oh my fuck..." she groaned, clasping a fist to her chin, staring unabashedly at the fuckable waitress bustling away behind the counter. Stocking absolutely knew she had to find some excuse to talk to this mega-stacked bimbo, and the sooner the better.

But as Stocking turned to the bar to look more closely at Tifa, she had her own hot little accident... the two bimbo-defining fuck-udders swaying on her chest, threatening to pop her dress off at literally any moment, needed room to breathe, and when she leaned over the bar, she brought both meaty fat tits up against the wooden surface with an audible thump. One huge nipple went down while the other thrust over the top and onto the velvet. She shifted again, and ended up placing her tits on the bar itself, dominating the available space with cleavage, rolling her dress down to bare even more meaty, pale skin to the world. In addition to knocking aside a bowl of nuts and spilling some guy's drink, her tits went all the way to the other side of the counter, weighing meatily down on the bar taps and sending a cascade of amber liquid pouring down around Tifa's feet. There was so much sloshing and wobbling from Stocking's melons, she didn't even hear it at first... but she gasped when she did.

"Oh FUCK. Shitty fuck... Mmn..."

She backed up a bit, one of her nipples almost popping out altogether - and flaunting tons of pink areola to Tifa - as she grinned sheepishly. "Looks like there's two stupid fucking cows at the bar tonight," she sniggered.

The man who's drink she'd spilled turned angrily to shout at her, but she was a bit more forward than Tifa and just shoved him off his stool and onto his ass, followed up by a high-heeled kick for good measure. "Fuck awf! Mm... That's better~ Hi~"
[01:54] Tifa Slutheart: Tifa gawps at the massive, sloshing mammaries before her. Her pantyclad twat twitches harder than when she was called a stupid whore, her heart skips a beat. She was in love! The massive, heaving fuckpillows before her had her mouth agape, slack jawed and drooling. "You can say that again.." Tifa let out a low laugh as she struggled to regain her composure. She stepped forwards, or really made a move to and.. Pop! Her sopping wet shirt, already stretched to its limit. Tifa arched her back just sliiightly too much and the straining fabric around her cleavage burst a button off and sent it flying into the air. Naturally, it falls onto the newly-unconscious asshole Stocking had one-upped. The perfect diamond shaped hole in her cleavage let her glistening wet udders spill through her dress. Her two fat mounds squishing into eachother as they tried to force themselves out of that gap. Her titty cleavege squeezed together beautifully.

"I'm Tifa.." the raven haired barcow wobbles dumbly towards Stocking. Splash. She was in a pool of honey coloured liquid, her other colleagues could worry about that. "I uhh.. Work here." squeeeeeeze. As the stupid cow approached, her monumentally stacked curves draped along Stocking's pair. Honestly it was a shame she was half hiding that tantalizingly sweet areola, pancaking her massive udders onto the others as she stood before her. "And.. Can I get you anything?"

Even through her dress, her mega stacked cleavage was unbelievably soft. Almost as pale as Stocking's angelic white udders, they slosh and grind atop Stocking's draped-forwards tits. Drip~ The puddle beneath them was only getting wetter. Wetness drips from between Tifa's thighs, her microskirt can't hide the source of the arousal. It wasn't some spilt beer, but her eager, greedy pussyjuices.
[02:07] Young Lady Stocking: To everyone else in the bar, it looked like two grazing cows had finally found each other. Stocking was sure to most of the guys here it looked like they needed a bull to join them, and she might welcome that soon enough, but for now she only had eyes for Tifa.

... At least, she would have if she could see the bartender over them. For Stocking, putting her tits on the bar had already engulfed the velvet surface under her rack, shoving aside everything and everyone to make room for her pointlessly-huge udders... but adding Tifa's chest to the mix and it just got ridiculous. They squished and sloshed together, the rolling oceans of milk both girls holding back practically colliding with each laboured breath. The bar was engulfed in tit-flesh.

Stocking, for one, felt like she was looking into a mirror. It was unheard of to find someone else as 'blessed' as she was... although really their assets were more like some sort of twisted joke. Only a total fucking deviant could want tits this big, after all. Only the most criminally perverse of in-heat bitches.

In the end, Stocking did the only thing she could, and hopped up on a barstool, not just laying her elbows on her own tits, but putting her hands on Tifa's chest too. She scritched the fertile flesh with her purple fingernails, not caring how red she turned it, and pushed down, finally able to smile at Tifa over their combined bosoms.

Conversations around them were being disturbed, guys and girls falling silent and staring, or muttering filthy, filthy words under their breath. It certainly wasn't anything they hadn't heard before... The girls hated them, calling them cows and fuckfreaks... The guys just wanted to rape babies into them. Nothing new~

"I'm Stocking, the cutest girl you've ever gonna meet, teehee... Now come dance with me, kay~?"
[02:13] Tifa Slutheart: Thud~ Her utterly immense rack pancakes down against the bar. The solid surface was straining from their combined weight, those massive fuckpillows slosh and spread, swallowing down the slick wet surface as her huge udders were raked by those nails. Her lips twisted into a delighted smile as she locked eyes with stocking. Goosebumps tickle along her flesh, visible, plain as day across her tremendously stacked breasts. "Hey, I'm taking my break, okay?" Tifa glanced at one of her co-workers, honestly she was more a hinderance than she was a help. She could scarce function with those irresistable mounds. But it was obvious why she was kept around.

Every one of those pervert's slutty moans had Tifa purring like a bitch in heat. Business as usual, of course. Tifa smiles, as the clumsy cow began to push herself towards Stocking all the further. She swings one leg up, over the counter. Sending more glasses and ashtrays clattering. As she clambours over the desk like a clumsy beast, her skirt rides up and bares her pantyless ass in all its glory. Her snug, pink asshole winks at a stranger as he fantasized about her fuck jugs. Her sopping wet slit waves from side to side enticingly. One leg up, and then the other. Stocking was soon side by side with Tifa. The most ridiculously stacked girl she'd ever meet.

"Let's dance~." the hugely stacked sow smirks. Reaching down to grasp clumsily at Stocking's wrist, she pulls her hungrily onto the trendy dancefloor. The flashing lights bathe her slick wet body in a rainbow of colours, the dancefloor illuminates her lower lips from below. For such a clumsy freak, she sure could dance~.
[02:24] Young Lady Stocking: "Uuugh..." Stocking put on pretenses of being a classy girl most of the time, especially around male company, but a girl like Tifa could reduce her to unga-bunga levels with a single bounce of her titties. The fat-titted goth had never before so closely identified with a testosterone-driven horny teenage boy as she did then, watching Tifa's breasts leading the way out to the dance floor, almost threatening to topple the bartender with each step. Stocking followed in time.

And what a sight she made of herself doing it. Each click-clack of those towering high heels of hers sent a subtle ripple all the way up through her body that exploded into a cascade of wobbling the second it hit the mammaries bulging and overflowing her dress. No amount of sophistication or class could make that look presentable... she looked like an afterthought attached to those tits, only good for the heart pumping blood to them and the long, strong legs that propelled them forwards. A fucking breeding sow if ever there was one.

And when she got out behind Tifa, the display only got even raunchier. Stocking was not a classy dancer by any means... although she'd certainly mastered a few favourites of the bar's clientele. Like lewdly hip-thrusting at Tifa, or grinding on her fellow cutie. And her skill at twerking... The mindless desperation she packed into every booty bounce, and the way it made her tiny dress flutter upwards to flaunt her huge, fat ass with each carefully-controlled twitch... It was so, so twisted and sordid and perfect. This was a lead-in to sex, anyone could see that. But it became more obvious when she moved in behind Tifa, trapping the bartender between upthrust melon tits on either side, enough breast-flesh Tifa couldn't even get her arms back down to her sides anymore... and Stocking planted her hands on the bartender's hips, sliding them around to rub Tifa's tummy from behind.

"You're so fucking hooo~ooot... I need these fat-ass titties... Ummph..."