stuffed-deluxe: W-oo-t - Parallels (With extended story)Doodle or Die prompt: “Head Canon&rd
stuffed-deluxe: W-oo-t - Parallels (With extended story) Doodle or Die prompt: “Head Canon” “I. Am. So sorry.” Velma was in shock. She guiltily put her arms behind her back so she couldn’t do any more damage.The other Velma’s tits hadn’t stopped wobbling from being evicted from their sweater home. She looked down at them and then at the responsible party. “Jinkies! What was that?” “I thought they were fake!” Though it was the truth, hearing it said out loud made her defense sound lame. “So what- you thought to unmask them like they were old man MacGillicuddy in a yeti costume?” Some amusement had crept into her voice. Defiant, she made no effort to cover back up.“Kinda? I don’t know. Who has boobs that big? Who has nipples like that?” Velma held out a clenched fist next to the closest one. They were comparable in size.“Me. I do. And yes- I’m well aware that they’re very large.” The other Velma blushed.“Enormous,” Velma corrected with a scholarly air.The other Velma bit her lower lip. “That’s…fair, I guess.”Velma stooped to study them close up. “Gargantuan. They put the ‘tit’ in ‘titanic.’ And yet you’re not even wearing a bra!”“I was wearing a sweater but someone changed that,” the other Velma huffed.“But no bra. Totally braless. At such an extreme size. You were jiggling all over the place. Do you have any idea how difficult that makes eye contact?”The other Velma noted her skinny counterpart was studying her breasts in profile, her face so close she could feel the woman’s hot exhalations on her bare skin. “Apparently impossible. Anyways, you’re victim-blaming. Just because there’s no bra I can wear that’d fit, you get a free pass to scrutinize my naked breasts? Satisfied they’re real yet?” She did a quick shoulder shake and smacked the other woman in the face with her right tit. “How 'bout now?” Velma sported a slap-happy smile as she pushed her glasses further up her nose. “Preliminary tests are positive, but I can’t conclude anything barring further study.”“Oh ho- and what makes you think I’ll allow that?” She had merely tapped the smaller woman as a warning. With her far superior mass and strength, she had the power to destroy. “Here’s where me being a slightly different version of you comes in handy. Based on my personal experience, a night in the Mystery Machine means Fred and Daphne fooling around on the bench seat up front, Scooby and Shaggy in a pile in the back- muttering in their sleep about running away from haunted sandwiches, which leaves you all alone in the middle; neglected.” “Uh- accurate.” It was embarrassing to admit, but she was lonely.“Yet you have so much to give! More and more to give every day. You’re a growing girl, aren’t you?” Velma took a step back to appraise her counterpart’s massive frame. This gave the other Velma a chance to look at a respectably-sized version of herself. She found the discrepancy between their forms delicious. She wanted only to increase it. “Yes.”“You get bigger and bigger. Fatter and fatter. Bustier and bustier- maybe in the hopes of becoming visible to those around you. Yet they pretend not to notice because it’s impolite to stare or it’s uncool to be seen with someone so vast. And I get it- you’re shy when you should be bold because you’re hoping your tits can be bold for you. They precede you by a mile. They’re confident, brazen, outrageous; bordering on comical. But I’m here to let you know that they don’t have to do all the heavy lifting. Share with me.” Velma hefted the other woman’s chest in her arms, staggering, obviously enjoying both the necessary effort and the closeness. It was a strange sensation somewhere between a hug and a grope, but it seemed like the first appropriate touch she’d had in ages- half pure and half addressing a suppressed, unmet desire for erotic intimacy that she literally ached for. “Okay. I will.” The other Velma smiled. Finally there was someone who understood her. -- source link