Jellybean?

Out of all that, you process only two things. First, is that Pearl called you Jellybean. The second... you taste the cinnamon on your lips. God, how did you accidentally make Pearl so hot?

"You want me to touch you..." you replay Sully groping Indy's ass in mind, substituting Sully with yourself, and Indy with nu-Pearl "...like that?"

Pearl bites her lip anxiously. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. It's stupid and misogynistic. I'm better than that. I deserve better than that. And you're not Sully."

You spin Pearl around, pinning her against the bottling machine. The sheet metal panel booms on impact.

Pearl gawks up at you with wide eyes, stunned.

Instinct is at the wheel now, and it is repressed as hell. You size nu-Pearl up like a pastry - curvy, soft, permissible, with so much exposed skin - taking advantage may be wrong, but she's your girlfriend now, right? So in a way, not taking advantage is even wrong-er.

You put your hands on her fat tits and lean in to kiss her.

Pearl gasps into your mouth and surrenders instantly to the ****, in utter disbelief. She holds her arms over her head to give you free rein of her boobs. You paw and squeeze, your fingers sinking deeply into pliant flesh softer and sexier than any pillow.

"Oh - oh, what - uhh, Chase?" Pearl stammers, her brain short-circuiting.

"You want this, right?" you ask, double-checking as you impatiently untuck Pearl's low-cut Billie Eilish shirt and pull it up over her boobs, exposing her white bra.

Pearl nods dumbly, her face flushed.

"Me too." You snag up Pearl's bra and her enhanced tits spill out. They're massive, each bigger than your head. You pump one with one hand, your hand plunging in like silken quicksand, and lean in to swallow the thick nipple of the other into your mouth.

Pearl entwines her fingers in your hair and throws her head back, head lolling along her shoulders as you play with her breasts. "Ohhh my god," she moans, writhing against your touch, "I love you. I love you, I love you...!"

You alternate between Pearl's boobs and mouth, exploring them all liberally with your mouth, tongue, and hands.

Several minutes of passionate breast play later, Pearl's left naked from the waist up, with her jacket, shirt, and bra crumpled on the cement floor. Her blonde hair is mussed, and each of her titanic tits glistens wet with your saliva.

Unable to hold back your own arousal after an appetizer like that, you roughly grab Pearl's hips and pop the button on her shorts.

"Our first time's gonna be in an abandoned factory," says Pearl, shivering at the thought. "That's so fucking hot."

You unzip her pink cargos and pull them down (with serious effort) over her broad hips. Pearl takes control there.

"Hold on. Fuck." The girl bows over, tits swaying heavily beneath her, and forces off her shoes and socks. She kicks off her shorts and panties after. "There." Totally naked, Pearl presents herself to you, arms up, her face flush with arousal. "How do you want me, Jellybean?"