The Dame Had Cow Tits

The list of most-likely intruders scrolled through Ali's mind as she carefully reloaded her revolver, a new name flashing by with each chambered bullet. The landlord? No, she was paid up for the next half a year. A burgler? That'd be pointless; she was already wearing everything she owned that was worth a damn micro-cred. Muscle from the local protection racket? Unlikely; she and the boss had been straight ever since that whole stolen datastick misunderstanding ended in grudging respect and some truly decent sixty-nineing.

Maybe it was Professor Hapsburg, finally here to take back the diploma she stole off his wall. Ali sincerely hoped so. He was old, and fat, and a smug prick. She was confident that if she punched him in the gut, he would throw up, and that would just be terrific.

Ali allowed a brief pause in her vivid fantasy of old man destruction, the breath catching in her throat as the voice inside her apartment became momentarily more distinct. "-totally new product! It's like, omigosh guys, so amazing? Sploop totally~ changed the game this time! It's this-"

Sploop? They're here? A bead of cold sweat dripped down Ali's temple, her thoughts racing. Wait. That voice. It isn't...?

Reholstering her weapon, the woman slipped her keycard into its slot as quietly as she could. The door unlocked with its customarily cheerful boop and Ali cracked it open, silently willing it not to creak as she peeked in to confirm her suspicions. And sure enough, there she was: a vision made all the more glorious by the spartan squalor of Ali's flat.

Fuck, she hadn't changed at all.

Still those legs that went on for days. Still that gorgeous honey-tan skin, giving an almost obnoxiously healthy glow to a body equal parts nicely toned and indulgently soft. Still those big rose pink eyes, shimmering like gemstones as her elegant elfish ears twitched in excitement and those inviting lips smiled in guileless excitement. And above all else, still those tits. Those enormously fat, blessedly overripe cow tits, to that day the biggest Ali had ever seen on an elf, wobbling and heaving inside a pink sports bra the size of a small tent as their owner rummaged for something in her tote bag.

It was Febee. She was really here. And she was doing her fucking show on Ali's bed.

The bubbly elf giggled as she found what she was looking for, cutely popping back up to display the brightly-colored squeeze tube directly in front of her endless chasm of creamy tanned cleavage. "It's Sploop's amazing new LifeVita Cleanser formula! Jus' swap out one meal a day with a big gulp of LifeVita Cleanser, and it'll, like, totally flush all those yucky toxins an' junk out of your system in...um, in, like..." She trailed off, her chunky eyebrows furrowing and her tongue poking out as she tried to do some quick addition on her fingers. She gave up almost instantly, her golden pigtails and unfathomably vast rack bouncing about as she giggled again. "Well, um, in some amount of time! Like, eventually! Or whatever!"

She gasped, the expression on her gorgeous face giving the impression that a new thought had just muscled its way into the single-seating table that was her brain. "Ooo, but also it's super yummy! This one is buttercream flavor; look!" She flipped open the cap of the tube, bending slightly forward at the waist as she lifted it to her plush lips. She carefully brushed a lock of hair back behind one pointed ear, locking eye contact directly with her broadcast drone as she puffed a little breath of air onto the lucky food cylinder. The slightest squeeze on the tub produced a little bead of white, just enough for Febee's soft, pink tongue to cleverly dart out and lap it up as she gazed heavy-lidded into the souls of her viewers.

Then, the elf closed her eyes, swallowed the whole thing up to the first joints of her fingers, and in a single undulating slurp sucked the entire tube's worth of cream into her mouth.

Febee could only manage a muffled giggle as she straightened back up, her tanned cheeks flushed as she attempted to speak around her mouthful. "'S allot, need somethin'..t'wash't down..." She glanced helplessly around, as if a drinks stand might magically appear in the shabby flat, then brightened as yet another thought took position as her brain's king of the hill. Plump lips curling mischievously, the elf shared a conspiratorial wink with her audience before wedging her fingers underneath her gargantuan sports bra and pulling it over her head, the single most spectacular pair of breasts Ali had ever seen plopping down against her toned tummy with a weighty smack.

Fucking hell. Ali had just stopped having dreams about those tits.

Their size, their softness. The way they warred within themselves between perky and ponderous, coming out the other side youthful and pert yet with a heavy teardrop droop that would make any broodmother to proud. And above it all, they were just so fat and full. Ali had completely given up the ghost at this point, the door fully open as she stood slumped within the frame and gawped at the sight of Febee carefully hefting one of her melons, needing both arms to corral the oversized boob to the point that she could pop her huge, throbbing nipple into her mouth and begin to drink.

"Mmmm~..." The elf couldn't hold back a moan after her first few swallows of thick, creamy milk, ivory nectar dripping down her neck and over the crest of her wonderfully productive udders as she smooshed her face back into her softness for a few more swallows. She squeezed her thighs together, rocking needily back and forth as she groaned around the shuddering nipple filling her mouth. An inadvertent squish of an arm against her unattended breast sent a spray of milk arching across the room, Febee's eyes shooting open as she frantically clutched herself between her legs and failed to muffle her decidedly bovine squeal of pleasure.

For a moment, the elf could only silently shudder as she remained panting and bent over, her hand still softly squeezing the smoldering delta between her thighs as her cow tits' autodrips and squirts gradually tapered off. Eventually, Febee managed a dizzy little giggle, her shaky arms wrapping themselves around her giant breasts. The young woman seemed temporarily only capable of cooing and sighing over her own feminine abundance, arms overflowing with boobflesh as she hugged her unending bosom with all the adoration one might give a favorite plush toy.

Then, releasing a final satisfied puff, she planted a little kiss on the shelf of her wobbling chest and returned to her show.

"Haha, whoopsie!" Febee stuck out her tongue in a show of cute self-recrimination as she snatched up the stretchy pillowcase that was her sports bra. "That was, like, a big whoospie on me, everyone. I'm s'posed to be a good girl on stream; you know that!" She quickly shimmied back into her top, stuffing her ridiculously over-blessed breasts back into their support with the sort of expert dexterity that would make a surgeon jealous. "LifeVita Cleanse is just soooo tasty, though! 'Specially with a big gulp of Febee to wash it down!"

She clutched her arms in front of herself, squishing her elf udders together before releasing another thrilled gasp. "Omigosh, I just had, like, the best idea! Guys, okay, for realsies, if you order a crate of LifeVita Cleanse like right now, I can prolly get you, um..." She lifted her hands in front of her face, eyes crossing slightly as she stared at her fingers with as much focus as she could seemingly muster. "....um, half! Yeah yeah, half off when you also renew your yearly supply of Finest Squeezed Febee! That's SO MUCH savings! You're totally saving, um..." She furrowed her brow, glancing down at her fingers again with a growing look of helplessness. "Um, you're, like, saving...ummm~..."

Ali couldn't take it any more. "Half. They're saving half."

"Half! Totally!" Febee twisted around, favoring Ali with a radiant smile. "Thank you, Anni~!" She bounced back towards her broadcast drone with a pleased giggle, returning to her show before the thought that was Ali's unexpected interruption could wrestle control of her mind. "So go to any Sploop digital storefront right now an' be sure to use promo code 'Febee's Freshest' for..." She trailed off, eyes widening and a blank expression filling her face. She tilted her head to one side, distractedly twisting a pigtail around her finger as she laboriously tried to work through whatever it was that seemed off about the last few moments. After far too long an effort, she hesitantly glanced back over her shoulder. "Anni?"

"Uh, hey." Ali awkwardly waved, slightly dazed over feeling so much like an intruder in her own damn apartment. "Hi, Fatima."

"ANNI~!" The self-proclaimed scholar could barely manage a squeak of surprise before the over-buxom elf had snatched hold of her hands, shrieking in glee as she whipped herself and Ali in a freewheeling spin around the apartment. Ali let out a grunt as she thudded into the bed, then a gasp as she collapsed backwards onto the mattress, and then a wheezing groan as Febee landed with her full weight on top of her. Ali gave her very best effort at saying something, anything, but before she could the marshmallow avalanche of Febee's boobs were pressing down around the scholar's torso as the elf drew Ali into a passionate kiss.

"Mmmm, Anni..." Ali helplessly moaned into Febee's mouth, the elf hungrily teasing the other woman's lips. She'd begun to gently rock her hips, writhing atop her increasingly blissed-out friend as she lifted her head to address her audience. "Guys, this is my bestie Anni! Isn't she just so yummy? Mhmm~, yes she is..."

She bent down for another kiss, giggling as she momentarily nipped Ali's lower lip with between her teeth and gave it a playful little pull. "I gotta go now, so we can get all reac, requa, get all re..." She gave up on the big word, cheeks flushing naughtily as she leaned in to hiss out a stage whisper, "So we can totally fuck an' stuff! Don't worry though, I'll be broadcasting from here allll week an' junk, so you'll get to see lots and lots of me an' Anni! Mm, an' in all sorts of fun positions, too...Until then, remember Sploop for all your wellness needs, promo code 'Febee's Freshest!' Bye-bye~!" She waggled her fingers in a teasing farewell to the camera, slinking back down to nuzzle herself into Ali's shoulder blade before lifting her head for another deep, soft kiss.

The broadcast drone chimed out a pleasant song, whispering out in a pleasant voice as Febee and Ali gentle caressed one another. "Febee's Freshest has finished streaming for the day. Be safe, and live well." The two stayed intertwined like that for around ten seconds, looking for all the world like a pair of long-separated lovers joyfully reuniting in body and soul. But then Febee's broadcast drone let out a flat, significantly less musical beep, and rumbled out a terse intonation. "Stream Ended."

"Fucking finally." Febee lifted herself away from Ali's still-questing lips with an ill-tempered huff, already reaching up to pull her honey-gold hair out of her girlish pigtails. "Sponsers Above, what a bunch of fucking simps."

There she is, Ali deadpanned to herself.

Gone was the bubbly, fluff-brained bimbo that had just moments ago happily wiggled her tits for the camera and struggled to count on her fingers. The sparkling pink eyes that had previously been the window to a milk-drenched pink soul now showed nothing but world-weary annoyance. She slipped a hand into the pocket of her boy shorts, grumbling obscenities to herself as she produced a hand-wrapped cigarette of some kind, sticking it between her perfect lips. Febee stared down at the still-pinned Ali for a long moment, then icily cocked an eyebrow. "Are you going to light this, or what?"

Ali did her best to give a bit of push back. "That's mine."

Febee simply continued to stare down at the scholar, eyebrow inching ever so slightly further upwards.

"Well it is. You took it out of my drawer."

"Uh, yeah, and it's still not lit. We can do something about one of those problems."

Yep, Ali sighed to herself as she produced a lighter from the compartment within her wrist, There she is.

Fatima Belladona du Verre. Rising Streamer. Thirty-Ninth in line for Sploop Wellness Brand Inc's chairmanship. Deeply mean-spirited and still kinda awesome bitch. And the childhood friend of one Anais Ali.