Growing bold, Lyric turns around, bends forward, and hikes [lyric.hisHer] tail up until it arcs over [lyric.hisHer] back. “[lyric.electrumRange 0 50 100 200|Is this big enough?”
Oh, it’s plenty big, alright. But big <i>enough</i>? You answer [lyric.hisHer] question with a question: is it big enough for [lyric.himHer]?
[lyric.HeShe] pauses as [lyric.heShe] considers the question. “No,” [lyric.heShe] answers, [lyric.hisHer] tongue poking out from the corner of [lyric.hisHer] mouth. “I want it bigger.”
That can be arranged.|Like, this big?”
That’s a pretty big ass, sure. But you’re pretty sure that you’ve seen bigger.
“No way,” [lyric.heShe] says immediately, and then pauses to consider it. “Well, maybe. The village mother had a pretty big butt. But she was big all over. Maybe I need to be as tall as her to have a butt that big.”
You’re sure you can spare the electrum to find out, if she wants.|I take that to mean that you’re a fan of butts this big, am I right?”
It’d certainly be fair to say, sure. You’d need four hands to cover one cheek, and you’re not going to say no to a good time like that. But you bet it could get bigger.
Lyric bounces [lyric.hisHer] hips up and down, causing the cheeks of [lyric.hisHer] ass to jiggle and bounce and shake and ripple up and down and back and forth with each motion. “This is already big enough to make a village mother do a double-take[lyric.mf|. Ooh, and maybe she’d even want to take me as her mate].” [lyric.HisHer] mouth pauses, but [lyric.hisHer] hips keep going and [lyric.hisHer] ass keeps clapping. “But yeah. I feel like it could get bigger. Let’s give me an ass so fat that a dragon would want a piece of it!”
That’s the spirit.|
That explains this, I’m assuming.”
Lyric bounces [lyric.hisHer] hips once, and [lyric.hisHer] cheeks jiggle and jostle on their own several more times under their own weight and momentum. [lyric.HisHer] tights audibly creak and strain to contain the sheer amount of kobold ass they’re valiantly attempting to contain. When their combined weight pulls downward, [lyric.hisHer] tail visibly sags along with them, being pulled by their gargantuan mass down towards the ground.
You say nothing; instead, you lean forward, pulling back both your hands, and you clap each cheek as hard as you can, feeling them ripple and dance from the impact. Each cheek is larger than your torso by themselves. You can feel the heat radiate off them through the fabric of [lyric.hisHer] clothes; you can hear not just the motion of them clapping together, but the sheer wobble of their weight as they move; you would need a brace for your neck to protect yourself if [lyric.heShe] were to sit on your face.
“Ah!” Lyric moans in surprise and a bit of pain, but when you start to massage the strike zones, it quickly devolves into a sultry, needy moan. A pheromone quickly pervades the space between you two[lyric.mf|, and the sound of [lyric.hisHer] tights creaking and straining as something <i>else</i> stretches them further joins to chorus|, and the uniform color of [lyric.hisHer] tights begins to stain darker between [lyric.hisHer] legs].
“You wanna…?” Lyric asks, but doesn’t bother to finish the question.
Teasingly, you pull your hands back. Perhaps later.
… perhaps sooner rather than later.]