Chapter 5 - page 5

"I just wanna see what she says to..." Tally's phone buzzed. "Oh, holy cow."

"What?" Tally stopped grabbing, apprehensive.

"Uhh... Here." Sable placed the phone back in Tally's hand.

"Butter left =\", the text read. Accompanying it was a picture of Fleur's legs, sans cat, revealing to the camera the expanse of her lap; pale and smooth as a bowl of milk. Whether or not she was wearing underwear Tally could not tell, for the tip of her belly clouded her crotch. At least she wore a shirt.

"Kinda fat, isn't she?"

Tally tucked her phone into her pocket, blushing, unable to meet Sable's peering eyes. "She's... She's a bit, um, a bit big, yes."

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," she hedged, leaning on the counter. "I just didn't think you'd be into that kind of thing."

"Me neither. But she invited me out and she's really nice, so... You know."

"I dunno if I could date a fat guy," Sable mused. She clacked her nails on the counter, painted and pampered in great contrast to her gloves. "I like my boobs to be the bigger pair... Preferably the only pair, actually."

"Well, with two girls you get two pairs of boobs anyway." They shared a laugh. "I dunno, she's still really... She wears it well."

"Oh, I getcha," Sable grinned. "It all pooled up in the right spots, eh?" She ran her hands down an invisible Fleur's wide curves. As she did so, Tally had another strong vision of herself curled up on Fleur's lap; soft bare thighs giving way like a self-warming pillow, whispers of her angelic French tones flowing over Tally's body like sweet nectar. She saw herself laying against her chest, eyes delicately closed as Fleur petted her gently with one hand and cradled her against the soft warmth of her body with the other. Her broad hips, her belly, her breasts, all soft and comfy and inviting, had plenty of room for Tally's overlong body. She would feel so serene and safe it made her want to fall asleep right in that ratty old stool.

"Yes," Tally replied. "Exactly."