Tackling Body Issues With One's Body

Written in collaboration with Cross C

“Mm, disgusting aren’t they?” She agreed with a vibe he clearly wasn’t giving, “They’re way too big and gross for anyone to-”

“Shut yer mouth right now!” Bran barked, quickly taking a hold of her bondonkaroos again to triumphantly squeeze the ample flesh for her, “They’re beautiful gifts! You could make a religion with knockers this wonderful! Tits like these need to be sucked and fucked all day everyday, forever.”

The blush on her face seemed to grow, but this time for a different reason, “Yeah, sure, if you like sucking big dumb cow-bear udders…” Lotta pouted sarcastically, “and fucking? You must be kidding if you think there’s a cock big enough that wouldn’t get lost in my gross cleavage…”

That made Bran smirk.

“Oh? Am I to believe you’ve never had a guy take his cock and plunder this marvellous rack?” He punctuated his point by clapping the sweaty meat together a little.

“No, obviously not.” She growled in frustration for two reasons. “Some pervs think that they want em, but I know they just wanna make fun of me…” Bran had never realised how deep her body shame ran, as with so many others he assumed that Lotta just cared more about career than chasing cheap fun. Lotta, the angry ginger firebender that killed for the Triads… was quickly becoming Lotta, the cute freckled girl with big tits and low self esteem. The perfect target for Bran to test out whatever weird new powers he got.

“So, if you found a cock big enough to fuck your tits, you’d normally want to make love to it on the spot, right?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” She responded very matter of factly, “Never found anyone who matches that desss…… oh my god…”

As you’d expect, Bran had pantsed himself in prison. Huge and powerful erection bobbing up and down between them, very lightly grazing her belly skin where her tanktop had ridden upwards. The bright orange hair of Lotta began to match her face as she blushed incredibly deeply at the sight of such a massive, turgid cock.

“Can I fuck that?” She immediately asked, catching herself on her own desires to grow very flustered, “I mean, you know, you clearly l-like my… and as you said, it’s only normal that I find… and you… please?”

“Right here? In lockup?”

She gulped, unable to raise her eyes from the thick veins and leaky hood that was rubbing against her, “with anyone else, no… but with you all I can think is, we ain’t going anywhere…” The fact that this dangerous criminal was drooling at his cock was getting Bran excited. He hadn’t ever really bothered with girls that weren’t paid to fuck him, but right now he’d finally found someone with a freaky sized body part that matched him, and Bran wasn’t going to let the opportunity to join the behind-bars club slip away.

Bran reached up and grabbed Lotta’s flat cap, taking it away from her and letting the ginger locks bounce down from her head. Her eyes were begging for it, her lips slightly open from her ragged breathing, and even with the stench of cops around them it didn’t feel any less hot.

“Yeah, let’s fuck.”

With an eagerness and ferocity, the firebender quickly lunged at the bigger man, wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him into a powerful kiss. For all the pipe he’d laid around town, Bran had never bothered to kiss a girl. Why waste time when you could be fucking was his motto, but the sweaty taste of this criminal was certainly enough to make him rethink it. His cock had shifted, running up under her tanktop to the point his tip was nestled against her underboob, fighting for dominance of soft/heavy tit vs world’s hardest erection. Lotta’s tongue and his wrapped and danced together, all while their bodies were tightly compacted, his own hands taking the chance to undo her belt and let her pants slide to the floor.

As they disconnected orally, Bran instantly grabbed her tanktop and ripped it in half. The two white scraps falling to the floor as the hotheaded Lotta panted in growing anticipation, assisting in her disrobing by burning the latch off her bra and tearing it from her body.

Bare breasts were open for all to see, but it was clear that fear was spiking into Lotta’s heart in what Bran would say.

“Damn girl, those are some great tits.”

It was the first time he’d seen her properly smile ever. Not that he was lying or anything to get it, her breasts were magnificent. Somehow breaking all laws to be both massive yet not saggy or oversized at all. Big teardrops with lovely large pink nipples, both perfectly symmetrical in design, and a natural bounce to them that showed their perky firmness. She really had nothing to worry about but Bran didn’t really care anyway. He just wanted to stick his cock in there.

Lotta was quickly pushed back onto the prison bench, breasts and cock lining up perfectly as she cupped herself in anticipation. “I-it isn’t going to hurt, right?” She gulped at the size of his penis, “Don’t we need, like, lube?”

“With how sweaty you are, probably not.” said Bran with a shrug, but a thought entered his head that he couldn’t ignore, “Oi, Rola! You waterbenders normally love to make lube for big dicked guys like me, right?”

“Y-yeah! It’s a proud waterbender tradition!” a flicker of pride illuminated Rola’s face as he looked over, snapping his gaze away from Lotta’s boobs.

“Uhm, I think I can make some in here… just gotta be careful…” He flicked with his hands, fingertips dancing as he tapped into his waterbending abilities. Although a bit slow, he began to sense the liquid, carefully manipulating small droplets of sweat and saliva from Lotta and yes, even the precum from Bran’s beading glans, weaving them together in mid-air. The resulting concoction formed a sticky, makeshift lubricant—a testament to Rola's resourcefulness. Not the most fragrant option, but it would do to slicken Bran's cock and make the tit-fucking experience smoother. Following Rola’s direction it flowed and spiralled around his huge length, the mixture gradually coating his manhood with a thin layer of translucent, slippery fluid.

Rola's beady eyes widened as he finished, his weaselly grin growing wider. "Whoa, Bran! That thing is... big!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. "I mean, it's like, really big. Like, huge! You're a lucky guy!"

"Yeah, I know." Bran chuckled, looking down at his thick shaft as it bobbed in front of him.

Lotta was practically drooling in anticipation, her eyes glued to his cock as she rubbed her legs together and fiddled with her pussy through her panties. With a smirk, she lifted her heavy tits and shoved them up against his pelvis, his cock wedging between them in a single motion.

The redhead wasted no time, beginning to rock her massive breasts up and down along his length. The lube coated her cleavage, the viscous liquid smearing against her tits as she worked, while droplets of the goo clung to her slopes. The sight was almost mesmerizing, watching her chest slide up and down along his shaft, the sheer amount of flesh pressing against his prick creating a soft, cushioned tunnel that squeezed and caressed his dick.

Bran groaned, placing his hands on Lotta's shoulders to steady himself as she rocked her big boobs back and forth along his dick.

"Yea, that's right. That feels so good. Finally using those tits for what they're made for. Fuck yes! Just use those big titties to get me off. That's normal, that's what big tits are meant for, just squeezing around a cock and milking it of every last drop of cum."

Bran's words seemed to spur the ginger on, her pace quickening as she pressed her ample bosom even harder against him. "You bet, Bran. These big titties have a mission, and that's to make you cum. To get that big load all over my huge boobs! Come on, treat me like one of your little whores, I know you want to. I'm giving you permission to shoot your load all over me. I'll make you feel so good, just use these titties!"

In the back of Bran's head he had an inkling that something was a bit off about what Lotta was saying. But the pleasure was so intense that he couldn't help but to focus on that rather than think too deeply. The way her fat jugs were massaging his cock so perfectly was driving him wild with lust. The tight grip of her flesh as she bounced up and down on his rod was sending sparks up his spine. The slick sensation of her sweat-laced cleavage against his dick was getting him closer and closer to his peak.

Which Bran wasn’t going to allow! He threw back his head, hands on his hips as his happy dick bounced within Lotta's massive milkshakers, "That's enough! Now I want you to bend over that bench and let me fuck that tight pussy, Lotta! That's normal too, right?!?"

"F-fuck yes!" she responded with a shudder, immediately obeying as she pulled herself away from him. Her breasts swung down from her chest, hanging pendulously, as she bent over the bench, ass pointed high in the air as she presented her cunt to the much larger man. She was panting, her face a mess of excitement as she waited for the huge cock to plunge into her.