A sight rareley seen... (+Short story)

He sat there on the bed, as he listened to the sound of the water running in teh shower, feeling the head emit from the bathroom ever so lightly, brushing over his brown fur. He was almost like a young boy, so eager and giddy to see the promised sight the enormous vixen he called his friend - but at times he couldn't say if they were more, or just friends with benefits - had told him he'd get to see. A sight he had so enderily wanted to see ever since they'd met, so many months ago. The vixen was a true tease at times, that was for sure. Sometimes too much, but he could never find himself to be angry with her.
Was it a tease this time, too? Or was she speaking the truth? He sprawled with his legs as he sat on the giant soft bed, twindling his tumbs in both worry, and childish excitement. But who could blame him? Not every day your friend promises you something like this!

The sound of the water finally stopped, and he heard the sound of the shower door slide open, followed by the lightly thundering steps of a being easly above a ton in weight. His heart beated faster at this point. The thought of her breasts bouncing up and down, still wet, filled his mind, as he smiled innocently to himself. Thinking never hurt anyone, as far as he was concerned.
He could hear light humming, coming from a strong yet, clearly feminine voice, and even so was able to make a sound more soothing than any oceanside or peaceful forest in the world. It was the sound that any child would sleep within seconds if their mother hummed this tone. He shook his head, noticing her humming had completley removed his thougths of her wet bouncing breasts. It was replaced by her drying her big butt with a towel, though. He did admit to himself that he had a dirty mind.
What took her so long? Sometimes she was worse than most men and bareley spent ten minutes in the bathroom, sometimes not even fully clean when she got out of there. Whatever could make her take such long time? Teasing him ocne again, probably.

Another ten minutes passed, her humming now not as audible as before. He swore that if she took another ten minutes, he'd launch himself into those titties, and screw being a gentleman!
As he was trying to regain his calm, and at the very moment he had regained it, he heard the sound of bare feet walking across the bathroom tiles again, and they sounded even heavier this time. As the door was opened, and she bowed under the doorframe to get through, all the thoughts of being calm and acting like a gentleman, was thrown out of his mental window, and was replaced with the feeling of being comepletley, and utterly awestruck.

Finally she stood there before him, towering tall above, her huge hands against the twenty feet tall ceiling, with her head just a few feet below that again, she smiled deviously, no, seductiveley, down at him, as she let him take in the whole of her. Apart from having increased her height with like another five feet or so, her muscles bulged outwards much more than usual, making her shoulders and hips incredibly thick and wide, her thighs packed tightly with mighty strength. He'd wanted to try and describe her abs and pecs, too, but his view of them was obstructed by the two giant globes of flesh infront of them, which made his jaw truly drop far. Those titanic storages of fat that made up her breasts, oozing out of her enormous balck bra, were some of the biggest he'd seen up close in a long time - but then again, the whole of her was at a completley different level than what he was used to - and if it weren't for that he was more or less paralyzed by her beauty, he'd be hugging against them by now! She wore a truly giant purple bath robe, of course open for him to see what was hiding within. Her eyes were literally glowing purple, but he wouldn't be suprised if his sudden blush would be even brighter than that again!

She giggled deeply, as she looked at him sitting there, his legs tightly knotted together, as she slowly moved closer to him, swaying her hips ever so lightly, her bountiful bosom in turn swaying more than her hips, as she made sure every step she took he both heard, and felt. She stopped walking forewards as she was right before him, and as he looked up, he only saw the underline of her unfathomable big bosom. And then she slowly bowed down to look him in the eyes, her nose practically only a hair's width away from his, which would aslo count for their lips. He felt that her incredibly soft rack was pushing against his knees, her giant and hulking arms to either side of him, They were easily as thick as his torso!
He tried speaking to her, but nothing but stutters came out of his mouth, until she silenced him with a huge finger put gently against his lips.

"Spare your words for later, wolfie. But keep your sqeals of happiness close, and your grunts of pain in the crotch area even closer~"

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This was too good of an oppurtunity to write something to let is pass! :I

Well anyways, just something for myself - even if it includes a certain brown wolf - to forget some of the things that has kept me down this week. I'll get to finishing requests and trades come October, okay?

Until then, enjoy this pic here, and be jealous that you're not getting the "special treatment" from Thorya~

Though comments on both art and story is always welcome, as you folks know~

Thorya (C) Me, of course!

Lucky dude, a.k.a Haraki (C)