Brea brings you home

Brea?s powerful arms wrap you up against her massive bosom, carrying you towards home. You get some stares, you?re sure, but you honestly can?t see any faces when you can?t see below the muscle and soft curves of Brea?s limbs and her bulging breasts. Every so often, you flick or pinch or grope at Brea?s nipples, getting a soft, groaning noise from her throat that lets you know how bad she wants you right now, but all she can do is hug you tightly for now. She gets you to your house, which seems to have gained an additional floor or two and a huge doorway you could pull your car through.

She turns, letting her muscular tail and juicy bottom bump the door open and slides in with you. She sets you down at last. You see that there aren?t really extra floors, just a much higher ceiling. Your furniture looks a bit different, and you realize it?s been widened and reinforced to be able to hold Brea?s massive bulk. Some tall trees are planted in the backyard too, presumably for Brea to eat.

?Ooh, I see they?ve got my favorite,? she chimes.

?They got mine too,? you chuckle, reaching back and squeezing her voluptuous backside. Brea lets another half-mooing noise as she kneels and arches her neck to smile at you.

?You sweet little rascal you. You just wait until I get you naked and show you what a few hundred pounds of muscle and some killer curves can do to your soft little pinkness.?

?Well when you put it like that, I hope it?s not a long wait,? you wink.