An obscenely bottomheavy, extra-wide girl appears.

Pop.

When her first customer walked in, Aiko couldn’t believe her eyes.

She wondered if the heat was finally getting to her, rubbing her eyes just to make sure they weren’t lying.

Nope! A living fertility goddess, a human with hips as wide as the tropical day was long, just barely managed to squeeze herself through the doorway. That necessitated turning sideways, but even that didn’t do much of a favor for that wholly inadequate doorframe. Those thighs put even the thick bases of palm trees to shame, and her immense ass threatened the life of every chair on the island, and the constant wobbling of so much ass almost certainly registered as seismic activity.

Aiko was sure shook.

She didn’t look further up for a while. Heavenly bodies that big had a gravitational pull, and this girl wasn’t even a celestial. Definitely a goddess, just no big, fluffy wings. Not that they would have been all that useful to her- no set of wings was going to get her off the ground.

With such a wide, sturdy base, it was easy to imagine that no **** on earth could move her, should she decide to dig her heels.

In the presence of a fertility goddess, anyone with half a pulse would be left thinking about nothing but breeding, and Aiko was no exception. The incredible demonstration of physics drew her eye no matter how hard she tried to look away. Even closing her eyes didn’t help one bit- all that did was let her imagination run wild. Her huge, heavy balls, already overfull, rumbled with production and refused to let her think about anything else. At this rate, she’d…

“I’m amazed. I was told this place could handle my size, and it did not disappoint.”

Oh yeah, the black-haired woman in breezy casualwear wanted to buy things. Well, that made sense. “Yeah, we don’t really do warehouses, so every store’s got to carry a pretty wide physical inventory.”

Aiko could have smacked herself for that pun, however unintentional it was, but at least her customer giggled at the implication. She set about scanning each item, not having a good way to extend the conversation further.

The first item was a large, soft, thin t-shirt, at least one size too large if not two. Compared to the tight, low-cut number she was already in, it certainly afforded a lot more breathing room. While as overpriced as it was oversized, it was remarkably comfortable, and popular for tourists- it could be worn over a swimsuit with ease, as the woven elven fabric could hold up to coastal conditions while still being soft and loose enough to sleep in. It wasn’t something Aiko herself would wear, though she certainly appreciated how many girls could pull it off.

When she saw her customer’s second item, the counter thumped audibly.

It was, in theory, a black bikini. In practice, it was a few black strings with a few miniscule, tactically-placed triangles that would maintain the barest hint of decency, if that. Just thinking about what so little fabric could do was one thing, but imagining how helpless it would be on the girl standing in front of her was another.

That “thump” had been her raging erection, slamming into the table from below.

“Sounds like I picked out something good. I’m still a little worried about it, though- do you have a changing room? I love side-tie bottoms, but with a bottom like mine, tying them can be a bit…”

Oh good, more puns. At least Aiko could still think clearly enough to catch clever wordplay, although speaking any words at all had become too difficult a task after so much of her mind was rerouted for other things. She pointed to a doorway just past the counter, draped in colorful beads, handing the clothes over with a **** smile. This woman’s mere presence made Aiko’s balls produce at record-breaking rates, and that she was planning to wear that.

And she still had the lion’s share of her shift left.

“Well, that’s a problem.”

Aiko looked over, no longer trying to hide her exasperation now that her customer wasn’t looking.

“I simply won’t fit in that changing room. And the ones at the beach are even smaller… Oh well, guess I’ll just have to get changed right here.”

She turned to Aiko, with a mischievous grin. “My name’s Yin Pan, by the way. Think of this as a tip for excellent service- I don’t mind if you stare. It’s rather the whole point of such clothes, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely,” Aiko responded without a moment’s hesitation.

They were both girls, so clearly there was nothing wrong here, nope.

It should have been a crime. Actually, parts of it were- public indecency and all that, Aiko was all too familiar with that particular charge from bothersome girls with glasses on the student council- but that wasn’t exactly what she meant.

No, Yin Pan’s entire body was decadently sinful, particularly the lower half.

Half? No, that didn’t sound right. Sure, there was just as much fabric to that tight, low-cut top of hers as there was to those denim shorts cut so high they didn’t even fully cover her ass, but one of those was a complete garment, and the other was scarcely a fourth of one. She sure knew how to make the most of both, however, slowly lifting that shirt up and over her head.

Holding that arms-above-head, midriff-bared pose for just long enough to have Aiko panting. It scarcely mattered that Yin Pan was working with less bosom than most of Aiko’s classmates- she was still well above inadequate, and the jet-black straps of her lacy bra allowed for just enough bounce to emphasize the fact that she was leaning forward.

Yin Pan didn’t waste any more time on the warm-up, either. Her bra was designed to fall to the floor by simply undoing a single tie, within easy reach just below the back of her neck- a feature that she promptly put to good use. Not even the bustiest of Aiko’s classmates had pulled something like that on her before.

Yin Pan smiled directly at Aiko as she leaned even further forward, working the button of those straining denim hot pants loose. She knew that look all too well, that “catch me if you can” expression that so many of the overconfident troublemakers at her school had given her.

Usually, that earned them all sorts of consequences, but Yin Pan was a customer, not a classmate. That didn’t make it any easier to bear such a wide, heavy load sitting right on top of Aiko’s self control, but Yin Pan knew exactly what she was doing.

She was experienced, an incredible tease, and the type of girl to take charge.

Or, in other words, high risk… very high reward.