WIP Magic Anon Ficlet Thing

	You are now KANAYA and you are currently in a bit of a predicament.
	You went back and read that magic anon. Turns out it did work! Every time they grew you just kept making a shirt to fit and put it on, not realizing they were what was causing it. So now they've stopped growing. Not because you stopped putting shirts on but because you can't move to go put anymore shirts on. You can't move at all actually.
	So now you're stuck on the floor, leaning onto your expanded bosom. You sigh and tap your fingers against a boob. Honestly all you want to do is be able move over to a scarf or a sheet of fabric or something because your floor is actually pretty cold.  You'd call to Damara but you don't want to bother her really and because you think she might try to stick her bulge in one of your nipples which, while something you'd like to try, wouldn't get you out of this.
	Whatever, you suppose it wouldn't hurt to try. "Damara!" you yell. "Damara I require some assistance if you would be so kind as to come in here and help me." You sigh figuring she might not have heard you. Just the thought of her coming in here and playing with your breasts makes your bulge start to harden. Which you can't reach because of all the tit in the way... You're sure she won't mind if you start without her.
	"Actually come at your own leisure, I have found a temporary solution to the problem." Your hands move behind your breasts and fumble for the buttons. Even if you have taken this dress off hundreds of times it's still easier when you can see what you're doing. The dress falls slightly after you manage to get it undone so you wiggle it down your legs, feeling your bulge spring up and lodge itself between your spheres. You chuckle at how your bulge seems to know already what its supposed to be doing.
	You grab the sides of your breasts and push yourself into them, your own jade-tinted cockhead almost surfacing from the cleavage. Yes this will be a strenuous process but, honestly, so far it feels worth it. The warm squish of your spheres against your bulge, the feeling of them dragging along its length. You've never had a pair of breasts that were able to properly envelop your dick so this is a new experience. A very, very pleasurable experience.
	You press your breasts down some of your length, moaning at the feeling. Yes this should be extremely pleasurable. You lean your head down to lick at your bulgetip, swirling your tongue over as much of it that it can reach once it surfaces. A few erratic thrusts and you build up your rhythm of thrust, lick, thrust, lick until you are doing it almost effortlessly. A dull slapping noise is heard throughout the room which you really hope no one else can hear or at least you hope Vriska can't hear.
	Honestly, right now you probably look either incredibly sexy or incredibly silly. You're leaning on your hugely expanded spheres with your enormous bulge tucked between them, thrusting vigorously in between the soft, smooth orbs and sending ripples though the flesh. You're pretty sure you're both right now so you ignore that train of thought. You don't want to distract yourself from the soft caress of your breasts along your thick bulge or your temporary narcissism.