Yo, Kristi

"Yo, Kristi!" You call out to Kristi down below and a couple of impossibly curvy seraphim hoist you down to the street, the trip so brief they barely have time to suck your dick on the way and just get in one good slobbery slurp each.

You land on the street next to this slightly weird, maybe hotter Kristi, and something about her is uncomfortably different. You figure it's to do with her tits, but that's cuz you're zoned in on her bouncy cleavage. If you looked up at all for even a second at her pretty face you might see that the difference is she's kinda scowling at you, which Kristi really never did before, which you also didn't notice.

"I'm up here, sir. Is everything alright? Am I late?"

It's gotta be the tits. Something is different about these titties. "What are you talking about, Kristi? Late for what? Sucking my dick? Uh yeah, take a look." There is currently no one sucking your dick, and there's a perfectly good Kristi right here, right on time, it seems like.

She blinks a few times and shudders, but you just see her cleavage jiggle. "It's Kirsti, can you not even read?" It must say her name on the nametag thing that's there in the way of her boob. You've been sort of looking around and above it. "And I'm late for my job, which isn't to suck your dick exactly, though I will, of course, all of which you would know already if I hadn't been late for my job, whoever you are."

She talked for so long that you had to look up from her squished and jiggly titty tops and watch her talk for a sec. Now that she's done, the angels swoop her up into a horizontal position, her face up to the sky and her head tilted back, and you slide your hard, wet dick deep down inside her.

You're focused on enjoying the familiar sensation of Kristi's warm throat from a sort of new angle. Looking down at her hot little body, though, you are positive her tits are bigger.

"Did her tits get bigger?" you ask the angels. They have no answer, and simply hover with the slightest of breeze-like swaying, jiggling a little bit too. Then, because you will it to be, they slide the poor cocksleeve of a Nevarth hostess another inch or two against your pelvis.

"GGLLLLLLLLP"

"Did your tits get bigger?"

"UUUUMMMmmmuuIIIIIIIIIKKKKEMMMMM?" She clearly asked you a question, but it's just throat groaning by the time it gets out past your dick. One of the angels leans over and listens to the groaning up close, her massive tit squishing down against the tit of the girl she's impaling on you.

"She wants to know if you like em."

"Uh, take her clothes off." If she's not gonna answer you, you'll just have to see for yourself.

The flight attendant type uniform she's wearing is tight. As tight as the one you first saw her in, but actually it looks tighter, or really her tits just fill it out more. You wonder how the angels will get it off her, your generally limited curiosity actually thriving in this environment. You don't wonder long though.

The angels' hands are beneath your cocksheath, supporting her legs, butt, back, and neck. They smile benevolently with their fat, dick-sucking lips and you see small beads of light forming on their hard little nipples. The lights turn into beams, and holy rays of sunlight laser leap out from their big jiggly titties and zip around all over Kirsti's hot little dress, slicing it into a million shreds of pleather in a matter of seconds.

When the lasers go out, the sky brightens up again and the background music resumes, though you never noticed it go dark in the first place because you were focussed in on the tits just down below the throat you are fucking. Those tits are way bigger. Not only that, but when you squeeze them, they feel different, and not just kinda pancaked like when tits are laid out on a chest, but actually, it's that they aren't even really doing that at all. They're kinda still jiggling like they did in her dress, keeping their shape.

"Holy shit Kristi, did you just get a boob job?"

"NGNGNNUMNNNGNGNNUUUNGNTSKRKRRSHKSTISHNNNANKDKJJSSAK. ANDNNNNDJAANnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn nnnnnggg ngggg." She's taking forever with her moaning noises so you make it extra hard for her by ramming your pelvis up against her lips and tickling her insides in new places with the tip of your cock.

It's fine, the angel is leaned in and interpreting. "She says It's Kirsti and she's always had these titties, which you would know if she hadn't been late for her job."

"What job is that, Kristi? Your whole job is supposed to be sucking my dick, idiot."

"MMGMMNNNHGGGGG!!!! GGGG! TTTTSSSSSSSSKKKKRRRRSTNNNNNG! NM"

Blah, blah, you almost don't need the angel to translate any more. "I get it, I get it, it's Kirsti, but what job are you talking about?"

"NGNGNG!" You slam your dick in one more time and then pump her full of cum while she groans out a barely audible answer to the angel next to her.

"She says her job is welcoming people to the Fake Tits Universe."

You pull out your dick and the angels drop her on the cobblestones. "Ow." She says with a little dribble of jizz coming out the side of her mouth. She stands up, naked, and holds her tits in her hands. "Do you at least like them?"

You grab each of her big globe-like titties and squeeze em and twist em around. "Nah. This is the BJU. I'm here for blowjobs. Something's wrong."

You keep squeezing her tits.

"We should find Kristi," you say, and the angels lift you up and then lift Kirsti onto your dick and the four of you fly to the slightly nicer, taller, more Beth-filled version of your shitty apartment building up the street while you get your dick sucked in another impossible position.