A sweater that emphasizes her breasts and pants that did the same for her butt.

Angewomon’s body was practically photoshopped, her body’s curves still abundantly clear despite her conservative choices in clothing. Her sweater showcased sizable assets that seemed incongruous with her slender frame, almost jutting out from her chest underneath the warm material. Her sweatpants displayed the same curious phenomenon, as her rear end still looked enticingly plump despite the typically baggy clothing covering it.

But, more than that, a dissatisfaction with the state of things was as clear as the scowl on her face. “Again, I’m really sorry Angewomon. I didn’t realize it would be that bad…” Leonard whimpered. His gut writhed with guilt, seeing as he was arguably responsible for the woman’s newfound self-consciousness.

The blonde beauty sighed “Don’t be, it’s better than nothing… at least I’m covering more of myself.” as she grabbed a plate of chicken nuggets and sat down on the couch next to her Tamer. “But… thanks. For not looking at me so lustfully, I mean. It means a lot, that you aren’t trying to sleep with me.”

Erica chuckled “To be fair, he’s not exactly pressed for options. What is it, three different women pregnant with your kids? Not to mention you have Mara pining for you, that Point Transfer thing’s certainly turned you into a real Casanova, hasn’t it?” as she sat down on the other side of Lenny with a plate of her own.

With two tall beautiful women on either side of him, Leonard grumbled “… it’s not like I’m trying to sleep around, it just keeps happening…” as he munched on a piece of breaded chicken.

The night passed uneventfully enough, and Lenny chose to sleep on the couch so Angewomon (that everyone agreed to call “Angie” for short) and Erica could both use the bed. He figured he’d be just as prepared for the workday, plus Angie would have the comfort of Erica’s embrace. The way he figured it, she was just as much a Tamer in this situation as he was. She helped their newest roommate hatch, after all.

Though, as he blearily opened his eyes, Leonard saw that at least one part of that impression had been ill-conceived.

“J-Just a couple more loads, that’s all…!” Erica pleaded, as she rode his previously **** member, panting with a clear need. “M-Maybe three or four actually…?”

Lenny sighed “If you need it…” as he felt himself get pushed over the edge, letting loose a thick load into her depths. The formerly novel orgasms barely got a reaction from him anymore, as he yawned while in the throes of primal pleasure. If ever there was a sign he was having too much sex lately, this was it.

“Good morning everyone, I—“

Angie froze as she took in the spectacle on the couch, eyes widening as the beginnings of a blush came across her face. Erica barely noticed her, though Leonard got out a “Sorry Angie, I—“ before the veritable supermodel dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door. The click of the handle’s internal lock was clearly audible.

“… we still have to get washed up…” he mused, as another climax was coaxed out of him in tandem with Erica’s throaty moans. Hopefully work would shake out to be smoother.