Kotoha

I find a spot where I can watch Kotoha without her seeing me. I'm in a corner booth, and she is too busy with her phone. She is wearing a tight black sweater and red leather skirt that comes down to mid-thigh.

First thing I do to Kotoha is make her nipples bigger by 50% and hyper-sensitive so that anything that came in contact with them would get them stiff and start to drive her crazy.

I watch and see her waggle her shoulders and arms as if trying to get the motion to rub her nipples so she did not have to use her hands. An annoyed look comes across her face. She reaches up and lightly runs her arm over her chest, but I can tell nothing is working. She squirms some more and finally rubs her right breast with her hand. She grimaces. She gets up and heads for the bathroom.

I thought how funny it was listening to Shelly try to talk with huge lips and swollen tongue, so I did the same with Kotoha. I then ramped up her saliva production thinking that not only would she talk funny, but drool at the same time. I can hardly wait.

A while back, Kotoha comes out. The sweater is tight, and I can tell she removed her bra: her huge nipples are poking her sweater forward. At the same time the panicked and scared look on her face that draws my attention. Her lips are huge. She heads straight for the door.

I run after her. "Hey, Kotoha!"

She turns around, still wide-eyed in panic.

"Damn, what happened to your lips? Allergic reaction?"

"Nuh, uh dun knu, uts...She starts to drool and wipes the drool from her lips as she swallows more of the saliva. "Thus jus huppuned..." she had to stop again as she drooled again. She reaches up and absent-mindedly scratches at one of her nipples poking out her sweater.

I have to really control myself not to laugh at how ridiculous she sounds and looks, huge nipples poking out her sweater, and drooling as she tries to talk.