Bouncy walk down the street

Nothing was more annoying than being out of the loop.

Stocking was more than a little annoyed at the way Panty kept snickering as if she were a genius-level comedian or some shit as they walked down the street. It was at the point where her sister's effortless attempts to hide her amusement were so pathetic; the fact that she was even bothering to hold back the laugh was insulting in and of itself.

The blonde's face was half-hidden behind her hand as her face was beet red, chuckling muffled laughs into her palm. Each chuckle caused her always massive and juicy tits to wobble and jiggle atop her slim frame. There had to be some sort of inside joke she wasn't getting.

Stocking had glanced left, right, up, down, over, yonder, and she still couldn't see what was so back-breakingly amusing. Her fists clenched, and she stopped walking. What the shit was so funny!? Even glancing behind her to see if Panty had stooped to low-brow humor by sticking some stupid-ass note on her back failed to show anything.

"Ok," The goth turned around and crossed her arms over her chest. "What is sooo funny?"

"Wha!? I-" Panty paused to cough out a laugh; she then got momentarily distracted by the size of her massive milk bags for some reason and began to grope herself. "It's.. it- Chhkkk... It's nothing."

Stocking stood in place with a cocked eyebrow and crossed arms, "Is that so?" She rolled her eyes as Panty's self-groping spree switched to a full-on bout of bouncing and playing with her tits.

"Yep~" *Boing* *Boing* *Boing* Panty jumped in place. "Say~ Do you..." She cracked a smile and glanced towards her arm-crossed sister, "Do ya' think my tits are super bouncy?"

Stocking held her stance and raised brow as her eyes followed the natural jiggle of her sister's rack up and down. A small bout of jealousy ate at the back of her head. "Yeah sure." She rolled her eyes again, "They are suuuuper bouncy."

Panty blinked, a frown formed on her face. "Wait- Shit!" She jumped in place, but her massive tits stayed in place, only moving with her entire body as they lept like an idiotic schoolgirl, rigid as plastic.

"Seriously," Stocking smirked, "I should be laughing at you. I mean, look at yourself." It was her turn to laugh at her sister, though this time, she didn't bother to hide it. It felt relieving to be able to shoot back the same annoying laughing spree Panty had been sending her way the past hour. Karma's a bitch. And she brought it upon herself. "Your boobies never bounce! I dunno why you even bother trying."

Panty's look of worry instantly vanished and became nothing more than a brief spell when her funbags began to bounce atop her chest while she lept in place. "Oh~ Whew... thanks, sis~" she stopped jumping and sighed as her boobs continued to bounce on for a second.

Stocking's smirk instantly vanished. What was she thanking her for?! Is her sister really trying to get under her skin? If so, she's doing a mighty fine job at it. The goth opened her mouth, but her sister spoke first.

"Let me ask you again..."

Stocking sighed.

"Do my tits jiggle WILDY!? Like... crazily, like super duper ultra MEGA jiggles!"

"Okay wow." Stocking muttered, unaware of the way her ring began to warm up, "Don't flatter yourself; they jiggle a little bit. But nothing notably special."

"FUCK YEAAH!!" Panty suddenly yelped in success as she launched herself towards Stocking and wrapped her into a hug that **** the goth's face into her sister's shirt ripping cleavage.

All Stocking saw before being smothered was the tremendous mass of Panty's huge rack as it jiggled with a wild, uncontrollably milky surge of bounces, before slowly forming back to their perfect high and round shape like they were rubber. Of course, she'd rub it in her face, literally. That's what sisters do, right? Or, at least that's what they do when one of them is arrogant and has a massive, never-endingly jiggly rack.

Stocking, quite 100% literally, plopped her face out of the still bouncing cleavage her sister had trapped her in. The sound of a *POP* signified her return to fresh air, followed by the faint sounds of *Boing* *Boing* *Boing* that came from Panty's rack that seemed to continuously bounce despite the blond not moving.

Panty seemed to be completely entranced by her own pair and just stared down in apparent awe at the sight of her boobs constantly jiggling.

Exhaling a huff, Stocking cocked her hip to the side and humored her sister for a solid two minutes, when finally Panty's boobs stopped bouncing.

"Okay-" Stocking began to say, but then Panty did a tiny jump, and then again, her set of massive milk mounds continued to racket and jostle in place for at least another three minutes.

Being more than a little miffed at this point, Stocking just narrowed her eyes and stayed her ground, just watching time drift away as her sister played with her own ever-jiggling mounds. What was so amazing about them? Well, they're boobies, big bouncy…bouncy…bouncy… honestly, that word didn't even define how jiggly those mounds were- THEY'RE STILL JOSTLING!

...Whatever, Stocking mentally pouted. Panty should be used to her fat jiggling knockers at this point. Fuck knows Stocking is at this point. Why was her sister acting like this was a new thing?! Is she that interesting in acting like she's in on some amazing joke that she'd stoop to making a fool of herself?

*Boing* *Boing* *Boing* *Boing* *Boing*

Panty's enthusiasm was intoxicatingly annoying, so much so that Stocking had utterly given up in her attempts at finding logic behind her sister's childish banter. She just turned to leave Panty on the sidewalk; the blonde's eyes sparkled with intrigue as she watched her jugs slosh and rocket about with every slight movement.

It took more than a full minute to pass for Panty to realize her sister had ditched her. Arguably longer, with how pleasingly distracting her boobies have become, it was totally like checking out a new sick ride. She could bounce around these juicy suckers all fucking day! But, at the same time, she didn't want to enjoy these all by her lonesome, and the gathering crowd that came to watch her had given her an idea.

"Hey! W- Wait up! I- Shh...Shit, These are heavy," She complains, her bust throwing her torso every which way as she runs.

At the sound of her sister's voice, Stocking slowed her pace and looked back to make sure her noticeable sigh was... well, noticeable.

"You c- caannnnnn-WOAAAAHH-"

*CRASH*

The busty bouncing blonde tripped over herself; the added weight on her chest took her by surprise in a way its near-never-ending jiggles clapped her in the face. Her fat melons then dragged her forward and to the side where she toppled onto the floor. Instinctively her eyes shut to brace for impact, but instead of a thud, she was met with more of a literal *boing* as her “safety cushions” padded her fall by turning it into a much more springy experience.

Stocking's patience was shifting far beyond mere annoyance as she watched her sister's fallen figure bounce upon the ground for a whole thirty seconds. When Panty hefted herself back onto her knees and grinned like a smug-ass while staring at her jostling mammaries, Stocking's eye twitched, and she opened her mouth.

"You know I-"

"You can't just waltz away cause you're jealous of my knockers~" Panty arched her back and jutted out her bouncing shirt-ripping rack, and smirked as the slight movement sent her titties on yet another unending jiggle spree. "It's kinda pathetic, sis~"

Stocking didn't even have to worry about blushing at that remark. Sure, she'd appreciate a bigger pair, but THAT big and bouncy? Pass. "Please~" she rolled her eyes, "I'm not envious of that rack."

Of course, after saying that, her cheeks flushed red, and she quickly averted her gaze in an attempt to mask it from her sister. She had always...always been more than a little green-eyed when it came to Panty's pair of pears, but she had displayed a fair bit of restraint when it came to hiding those emotions... Most of the time that is.

The smirk on Panty's face was a knowing one. Stocking rolled her eyes yet again. Really? The one time she blushed at the sight of those fat sacks, Panty wasn't enthralled by her own bosom? Yeah, because why not.

Stocking huffed and spun her back to Panty without a word.

"What's the matter, sis?" Panty continued to tease, she had fallen more than in love with her killer new assets and couldn't help but indulge in them; as well with the power her sister was unknowingly throwing directly into her lap. "Are my big fucking tiddies too bouncy for you? Are you jjjeeeaallloouuusss!??" She followed her goth sister along while purposely thrusting out her chest to let the jiggling be known. "Are they distracting? You can't resist complimenting them? People would do anyyyything for these juiced-up milkies, right? Riiiight? You just want to worship them? Nooooo one can help themselves when they see these fat funbags."

"Holy shit!" Stocking stopped in place and thrust her arm out, catching her taunting sister by surprise as her arm literally sunk into Panty's boob flesh before bouncing her back. "Stop fucking flattering yourself! NONE OF THAT IS TRUE!"

As she finished her anger-fueled snapback, Panty had staggered backward and had to clutch onto a light post to stop herself from toppling over from the unpredictable weight her sloshing titties were providing. She gave her head a shake and could have sworn she felt an odd wash of heat pass over her.

Then she blinked. "Wait..." She blinked again, "You...Y..." Her lips cracked into a smirk, "Did you just say that! Fucking awesome!!! Thanks, sis!"

Now it was time for Stocking to blink. What was she thanking her for exactly? Snapping back?

Was Panty that arrogant? Of fucking course, everyone knew that everything she had just said was true. Did she just want to hear her say it? Well, there's no way in shit the cocky blonde would be allowed that satisfaction.

She opened her mouth, intending to deliver a snarky jab at the busty chick's expense, but her gaze shifted downwards to Panty's always-jiggling cleavage and...

F..FUCK....

That was a mistake...

One look at those tiddies, and everything gets foggy...th…they're just to fucking distracting.

Any snarky fire vanished in a second, and Stocking found her legs walking on their own accord. The goth approached her sister's rack with her head craned down to stare directly at her sister's creamy bounce-ridden valley. She licked her lips and gave the tits a faint sniff.

"Woahhh! You're like entranced and shit? Fucking wow! Hey sis, no need to bow down to them like I know you want to~" *Snap* *Snap* She placed her hand on Stocking's forehead and kept her from drooling into her cleavage.

"H-Huh?!" Stocking blinked in surprise; her eyes fluttered as she stepped back. A second later, she realized what had happened, and she quickly averted her gaze from the god-like pair of milk orbs in front of her. "Seriously? What the shit. You can't just flaunt those around like that and use them on me! Really!?"

"Pfffff~ You gave me super fucking enchanted titties." Panty blew away her sister's anger with a backhanded wave, "You can't expect these girls to stay to themselves!" She cupped her own rack, which sloshed and spilled over her hands as she gazed down at them. "Seriously, we're going to have soo much.. fu...fun....much...s..s..so..." her eyes began to grow dilated, "ss..so....sos...soo..sssso..sssssssssssssss....."

Stocking, who had been keeping her gaze averted (and unaware that she'd been kneeling and bowing to her titties) until her sister covered up, hesitantly gazed back up to her sister when she picked up on the constant wet slurring that was emanating from behind her.

Rather hesitantly, she stood up and peeked over, and when she saw her sister with a blissfully spaced out face and an open mouth that had a noticeably active flow of drooling spit pouring down into her cleavage valley, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Hoooly shit! You didn't get knocked out by your own awesome fun bags, did you!?"

"ssssssssss..."

"Shhheeeeeesh!" Stocking laughed in her sister's face for a few moments. "Ohhhh, ohh shit, I'm not letting you live this one down!" She stepped forward and waved a hand in front of Panty's empty eyes. "It's like you're a huge titted mindless cow bitch," She leaned her sister's head upwards then let go where it limply fell back to a slouch. "Well, you're not. But..."

Stocking suddenly blinked. Hadn’t Panty just been standing? Or was she seeing things? Either way, she just shook away her confusion and crouched in front of her cow of a sister, the one that was on her hands and knees with milk-filled tits massive enough that they partly splayed and jiggled along the floor. She wore her usual outfit, the one themed as a sluttified cowgirl. One micro bikini strap laced over the angel's pale-skinned frame; it was thin enough to show the briefest hint of her pink areolas and tight to the point where it sunk into her tit-flesh, which spilled over it. A gold cowbell was attached to the choker that clutched around her neck; it jingled and chimed when Stocking gave her huge tits a meaty slap. The black and white cow-printed panties she wore were almost adhered to her pussy and probably gave her an uncomfortable itching sensation.

Fuck she'd kill for tits like those. They literally were perfect in every thinkable way. She wanted to get on her knees and worship the ground those tits rested on, but she had some restraint. Restraint that some passersby didn't hold as some random schmucks were getting on their knees to worship her drooling cow sister's tits.

"I should wake you up..."

"Mmoooooo..." Panty mindlessly moaned through a gargled drool.

"At the same time, you were teasing me all fucking day." She tapped her lip. Then wondered why she said that since Panty had done nothing but be an extremely considerate and soothing sister all day. Maybe she should wake her up...

"Mmooooooo..."

Stocking sighed. She reached forward and snapped her fingers right beside Panty's right ear.

"Mmmoo- Achk- Akkk! Ahhck- Plaaa-" Panty's eyes fluttered awake halfway through her moo, and she spat out her drool onto the floor, "Wh- Whuh..." She blinked, "What the fuck!?" Trying to lean up, her huge jostling boobs sent her back on her hands and knees.

"What?" Stocking raised an eyebrow with her arms crossed and hip cocked. “You keep insinuating that I’m doing something, well look here, while you have the hypnotic heavy titties and dress like a cow…” Stocking paused for emphasis, waving her hand up and down Panty’s figure.

Panty gasps as her old red dress returns onto her body. Her boobs lose their hypnotic sway and gain a helium-like lift, trying their damnedest to lift her off of the ground as they jiggle like balloons.

Panty had to stop before Stocking said anything else that might make some truly obnoxious changes, “Hold it right there! Not another word!”

But her words fell on deaf ears as Stocking said, “But you’re not exactly a showgirl, here, you’re just a bitch!”

The red dress did not last too long, as the crowd “ooh’s” at the instant change into a Vegas showgirl outfit. No more than a glittery red bikini, some matching opera gloves, knee-highs, with a huge plume of blue feathers behind her and in her hair as a headdress.

Luckily for her, her weightless mammaries managed to elevate her off of her butt in their initial inflation, otherwise she would’ve really struggled getting atop her new high heels. Said boobs were still trying to escape as they sat super high on her chest, bobbling around like crazy.

Panty realized only just now how keeping that weird power on her sister is a massively bad idea. So, keeping her eyes on the ring, the most out of place thing on her outfit, she lunges. “Dammit! Gimme that ring!”

And thus a struggle commenced, Stocking tried leaping away at Panty’s sudden lunge, tugging at Stocking’s ring hand as the goth angel responded by pushing her away with her foot.

The crowd was eating it up, watching the catfight break out between some gal in a cow dress and a hot blond showgirl tussling for some reason.

Stocking kept trying to say something, but each time Panty clamped a hand over her mouth, “Not another word, or you’ll ruin everything!”

The struggle went on that they didn’t even take heed to the limo that parked next to them, and a pair of demons stepping out, not until the ring finally slipped off of Stockings’ finger, and Panty’s tug at it threw her off balance, flinging the ring away, and slipping on the horn of a demon like it was a ring toss at a county fair.

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Scanty was furious, and took off into a run out of the hall, back into the limo, yelling, “I know where those Angels are!” As she dragged Kneesocks along with her, who was still confused as to her wardrobe change, and what her sister was still going on about.

But Scanty was in too much of her seething rage moods to actually be available for Kneesocks to pipe up, so Kneesocks just crossed her arms under her bouncy chest and pondered what was going on, and why she ended up with this weird sheep costume. Scanty barked some directions up front, the little pink zipper assistant of theirs giving an angry salute before peeling out, driving through things and leaving burning holes through gates to get there.

“Dear sister,” Kneesocks started, “If you want to prove that ring’s abilities, could you at least use it to change my outfit? I look ridiculous…”

Scanty shouted out without thinking, “You can wait with it on, I have to do this first!” And began peeling off her two pairs of underwear from under her skirt, flashing gold to become a pair of hellish revolvers.

Kneesocks nodded, realizing she could indeed wait with it on, as she felt it was no longer ridiculous to wear such fetishistic costumes. “You’re right, I’m kind of enjoying this degrading thing~”

Scanty cooled a minute and looked over to what her sister had said, while she was blushing while playing with the straps of the sheep bikini, making her huge bosom jiggle enticingly. Scanty groaned and remarked that she really shouldn’t be using the ring while angry, and slipped it off for now, putting it in the passenger door’s little pocket area.

Finally after a minute or so, and after throwing a few cars that were in rush hour out of their way, the limo screeched to a halt at the street corner. Scanty dove out, brandishing her firearms forwards, ready to open fire on a couple angel pests. The dive over her sister also made Kneesocks tumble out and squish her face into her own boobs as she tried following along, realizing too late that her garment lacked proper sockwear for her own weapons of choice. The fall also distracted her from the shivering sensations of having a ring slip along her horn down to the base, making her nips poke out through the woolen bikini top.

“Alright, you holy pigeon freaks, hand over the-!” Scanty started, only to stop and be stymied by the sight before her. The angels, one dressed in a cow tube dress, and the other in a showgirl outfit with gravity-defying boobies getting up from having wrestled one another to the ground upon realizing they had infernal company.

This bafflement seemed to be enough for Panty, as she dived into the nearest car, dragging along Stocking before the first volley of demon bullets began shooting off. The tailfeathers of Panty’s dress fell victim to the barrage, but nothing more.

Stocking got her bearings in the back seat, despite the taxi driver upfront yelling at them for stowing away in his car. Stocking nodded towards Panty, and was met in-kind, they summoned up their own angel weaponry, and dived through the other door.

Panty began to provide cover fire as Stocking charged ahead, katana in hand. Scanty and Kneesocks noticed the shower of gunshots and the quick flash of a blade. They proceeded to quickly dive back inside the limo, just as the vehicle door met a clean cut with Stocking's slash.

The metallic slice of what was once the limo’s door remained stationary for just long enough to garner attention, where it then slid down with gravity and clanked against the street. Amidst the chaos and sound of clanking metal, the distinct sound of something falling out of the car was entirely masked.

It was best to make a retreat for now, as one of them was out of commission due to lack of arms.

Scanty was furious, but wasn’t about to give up…Until she looked to the side and saw the ring on Kneesocks’ horn. Kneesocks still didn't notice, but that’s fine for Scanty. She smirked evilly. That means that they got what they came for after all! Lucky~

With a whistle, Scanty signaled Fastener to take off, the vehicle speeding through a car pileup like they were bowling pins, while Kneesocks was getting really frustrated with her sister pulling and shoving her around, but Scanty couldn’t care right now, she had both rings as they sped over to their base to fix up the city! The party could wait!

Unbeknownst to Scanty, though, the ring is still where the angels were, the glinting metal sparkling on the pavement, right in the sightline of Panty, and Stocking none the wiser of what was by her feet, just a little ways from the sliced car door the ring was put in in the first place.

[Co-Wrote with GEO]