Titty Monster Takedown

Tristana popped another handful of chips into her mouth, lazily chewing them while she watched TV. She'd normally be out, probably getting up to some kind of trouble, but her sister Poppy had told her if she tried, she'd punish her after what happened last time. Trist didn't really understand the problem--it only made sense to her that if moms weren't watching their kids, she was well within her rights to have herself a nice little snack. She'd been so tired from running around all day and well, that girl *had* fallen out of the tree, after all. She was just trying to catch her.

Throwing lit Black Cats at the mom when she tried to come after her might have been a tad out of line, though, she could admit that.

For today, Poppy'd mentioned that she was having her study partner over, and asked Trist to just occupy herself and keep out of the way, because this group project was an important part of her grade and, if she didn't show up with her partner, she might not get full credit. Despite her grumbling and complaining, Trist knew how important getting a good grade was to Poppy, so she'd relented and taken up a post in the living room, taking up a solemn vigil as she vowed to see how many episodes of Mysteries of the Void she could consume in one day.

She'd heard from Poppy that her partner wasn't exactly the brainy type, and that they might be working for a while, so she'd grabbed a few bags of chips to keep her stomach occupied, as well as a 2-liter of soda. Despite her unhealthy eating habits--yet another thing Poppy was always scolding her about--the Yordle's stomach was flat beneath her Mysteries of the Void t-shirt, most of whatever weight she gained going to her considerable thighs, honed from years of running around and making trouble. She tugged on the waistband of her shorts as she adjusted her position, trying to keep them from falling under her butt.

She heard the door open off to the side and glanced over, seeing that Poppy was home, and she'd brought her partner with her. Trist knew who she was--she was in Poppy's grade, a junior, while Trist was only a freshman. She'd seen her around school and heard her name plenty of times, mostly from the freshman boys who were obsessed with her.

Sarah Fortune.

Long, thick red hair, impressive eyelashes, full lips, a hell of a body...and most prominently, massive breasts, each almost as big as Tristana's head. She didn't exactly make much of an effort to hide them--whatever she'd worn to school, she'd already changed out of and into a tank top that hugged her tits tightly, showing them off to the world and only enhanced by her backpack straps squeezing them together. Her midriff was also on display, along with the her bellybutton piercing, a small image of a moon. She sure was proud of being an early bloomer, that much was for sure. It kind of rubbed Trist the wrong way, but she'd promised to be good, so she just turned back to her show.

"Trist, I'm home!" Poppy called. Trist raised an arm, giving a half-hearted wave toward the door before grabbing another handful of chips. Poppy sighed when she saw what she was doing, but avoided admonishing her in front of Sarah, pointing her toward the kitchen, where they could work. As they walked over, past the couch, Poppy suddenly stopped, smacking her forehead with an open palm.

"Oh, darn it! I was so caught up with everything that I forgot my bag at school!" She looked between Sarah and the couch, evidently nervous, but finally turned back toward the door. "I don't think any of my friends are still there. Sarah, do you mind waiting here while I go get it?" The redhead rolled her eyes, arms crossed under her knockers.

"It's not going to take long, is it? I just wanna get this done." Poppy nodded.

"I know, I know. I won't be gone long, and then we can get to work. I'd go without it, but all my notes are in there. I just need to drive back real quick and grab it, okay? Just put your bag on the kitchen table and make yourself at home." She hopped up on the back of the couch, looking down at Trist. "Hey, can you hang out with Sarah for a little bit while I go get my bag? She can watch your show with you or something." Trist shrugged.

"Yeah, sure. There's some space on the couch." She nodded back toward the empty cushion, shifting her feet in their position on the left armrest. "Just don't take too long, you didn't say I'd have to like, talk to her." Poppy rolled her eyes.

"Yeah yeah. Thanks, Tristy. Don't get into any trouble while I'm gone, okay?" Trist gave her a dismissive wave and a mumbled goodbye as an answer, prompting her big sister to hurry out to her car while Sarah sat down next to Trist. The redhead kicked her striped socked feet up on the coffee table, prompting a sideways glance from the Yordle.

"Uh, Poppy doesn't really like it when people do that. She likes to keep the table all shiny or whatever." Sarah shrugged.

"I already took my shoes off because of your sister's weird rules, I'm not gonna move because some kid tells me to." Trist's eyebrows knitted together in a frown, but she held her tongue, not wanting to upset Sarah, or else she might leave or something. Then Poppy would be pissed at her and she'd probably get punished.

"Fine, whatever. Not my problem. She'll probably just get angry at you instead of me." Trist grabbed her soda off the floor, taking a few big gulps of it. "Urrrrp!" She belched and set it back down, Sarah wrinkling her nose in disgust.

"Ugh, gross. Your sister is a shrimp, and she's really anal and annoying, but at least she's not a pig." Trist snorted, grabbing more chips and shoving them in her mouth, chewing them as loudly as she could. "Um, could you not? Poppy didn't tell me her sister was so nasty." Trist clenched her jaw, but kept silent, trying to chew a little more quietly.

A few minutes passed in silence while they watched the show, Tristana continuing to eat her chips and drink her soda while Sarah played around on her phone. As the crew began to measure out the tracks of the elusive Cho'Gath, a species they'd been tracking since the first season, Sarah cracked a wry smile.

"You know this show is totally fake, right? Like, those are probably just a mold they put on the ground or something. Only stupid people believe in the Cho'Gath." Trist sighed. "That's probably why you're so gross, sitting around watching stupid stuff like this all day. Makes you into some kind of weird shut-in who has no manners." The Yordle sat up, finally.

"Well, what do you watch?" she asked. Sarah smirked.

"Uh, only good shows. Moonlight Man-Hunt, Looking for Love, Party in Piltover. Adult stuff." Trist nodded sagely.

"So that's why you're really stupid, right? You watch that stuff all day and your brain slowly migrated from your head to your chest? Makes sense to me. Besides, those are all just crappy reality shows." Sarah bristled, one of her manicured eyebrows twitching.

"What did you say?!" Trist smirked back at her.

"Sorry, do you not know English? Did that knowledge get sucked into your tits, too? I can teach you, if you want." Sarah looked ready to explode, but after a few moments, her furious expression shifted into a smug smile.

"You're just angry that you and your sister are titless losers. Whatever you say doesn't matter, because I can get any guy I want, and you're still gonna be stuck here watching your dumb fake show, alone." Trist reflexively placed a hand on her chest, feeling over her small breasts. The moment of distraction allowed Sarah to lean over and swallow her chest with her massive mammaries, rubbing them back and forth.

"Hey, what the hell?!" Trist shouted, their faces only a foot or so apart, and even that was simply due to the way Sarah's breasts acted as a buffer.

"Yeah, you're jealous of these, right?" she said, squeezing them in her hands and hefting them up in the Yordle's face. "You wanna see what real tits feel like, titless wonder? Go ahead, I don't mind. Plenty of guys have felt 'em, why not some stupid little twerp?" Tristana's face was burning in a mixture of anger and confused arousal.

"Knock it off! Poppy didn't tell me I'd have to deal with stupid shit like this!" She shoved against Sarah's chest, but her breasts simply molded to her hands, impossibly large, soft and warm. Her next breath was a shuddering one, the Yordle greatly embarrassed by the whole situation. Sarah just laughed.

"It's your fault for trying to be a smart-ass to a girl twice your size. Maybe I'll just stuff your geeky sister in here," she mushed her cleavage into Trist's face, "and let you watch 'em get even bigger, then I'll do you. All the guys are gonna go fuckin' wild when they see the new additions." Trist grit her sharp little teeth, reaching up to grab a shocked Sarah by the hair.

"Yeah? Not if I do it to you first!" Taking advantage of the moment, she pulled out the neckline of her shirt and shoved Sarah's head inside, the shape of her face deforming the material for a moment before, with a muffled and panicked scream, she began to sink between Trist's small breasts.

"Mmmph, hmmmph!" Sarah's voice was barely audible from inside Trist's chest, the Yordle's eyes crossing in pleasure from the incredible feeling alone. The redhead squirmed, trying to push at Trist's arms, her long legs thrashing against the opposite armrest. Trist shoved hard on her upper back, her shirt starting to tear along the edges as Sarah's shoulders were forced past the neckline, her cow-tits hanging down and pressed against Trist's lap.

"Nnngh...yeah, how about that?!" the Yordle said, feeling her chest starting to expand around Sarah's body. Her breasts were going to be a real ordeal, but Trist lifted them up, regretting not sending her up under the bottom of her shirt instead of through her neckline, but whatever, the heat of the moment hadn't really allowed her to make that choice.

Her shirt finally gave up the ghost, tearing down the middle and fluttering uselessly to the sides. Trist hadn't elected to wear a bra today, and it was a good thing--she'd never have been able to fit Sarah into it. Her voice was practically gone now, as her breasts squeezed past Trist's own. As they did, Trist whined, wiggling her hips back and forth. Her chest bloated out with an audible bwomph, beginning to look proportionally almost as large as Sarah's had been.

With her chest out of the way, the only other obstacle was her fat, athletic ass, which Trist took her time to play with, if only as a measure of humiliating the titty monster more. She slapped, pinched, jiggled and bounced it around, taunting her prey about how it'd be hers soon. The only response she got was a slight bounce in her considerably larger bust.

With only the redhead's feet left to go, Trist relaxed back against the armrest, smirking as she placed a hand on them and pressed them inside, her tits wobbling as they grew just a little bit more and fully sealed her sister's study partner inside. They were massive now, enough to fill her own lap and more, and while a voice in the back of her head was annoyed that all of her cool shirts weren't going to fit now, the rest was elated. She couldn't wait to go to school and show Sarah off to everyone.

She was still fantasizing about it as she unsteadily leaned over to grab her soda, taking a big drink from it. That fantasy was put on hold when she heard a key turning in the lock. Hurriedly trying to put the cap on her soda, Trist was unable to hide her new chest before Poppy walked in.

"Trist, Sarah, I'm back, did you two..." She trailed off, staring open-mouthed at her sister as she sheepishly dropped the piece of shirt she'd been holding at nearly the same time as Poppy dropped her bag.

"Umm..." Trist tried to force a smile, holding her breasts. "It's not what it looks like?" A deep gurgle rose from her body, and she heaved out a hearty belch which shot Sarah's socks and piercing across the room, the belongings landing in a wet heap at Poppy's feet with a wet splat. Trist looked between Poppy's furious face and the soaked socks. "Uh...I can explain? It was her fault, honest!" Poppy's lip drew back into a snarl and she pushed up her sleeves, advancing on Tristana...

"This is all your fault, you dumb bimbo!" Tristana yelled.

"My fault? You were the one being all gross and pissing me off!" Sarah growled back.

"If you hadn't gotten all weird and tried to mess with me I wouldn't have done that to you! Now I gotta wait to watch my damn show for like, a month."

"When I get out of here, I'm gonna-"

Both of them were silenced with a smack as Poppy slapped her butt, causing it wobble wildly and send them back into the layers of fat on it. It was now so large that it more than filled the chair she sat in, forcing her to shift uncomfortably every few minutes just to try and find a good position.

"Both of you, shut up in there, I'm trying to work! As if it wasn't bad enough that I have to finish this on my own, I have to deal with you bickering." She sighed and turned back to her work, frowning as she filled in a few more locations and important people during the pre-Shurima era. She paused to lean back, stretching out--if nothing else, her new butt made for a pretty nice cushion. She fiddled with Sarah's piercing, Mysteries of the Void still playing on the living room TV.

"I just hope you learn your lesson this time," she said, a blush across her face as she glared down at her ass, "or else I won't mind keeping you in there for longer..."

Her butt only jiggled softly in answer.