Get between the two factions and negotiate a compromise.

(Disclaimer: As you can probably tell, this thread is going to be focused mostly on hyper-breast-play for as long as I'm in control of it, with a smattering of other kinks and acts here and there. If that's not to your liking, this thread might not be for you.)

For the past few minutes, Pascal had no sense of self. He was just watching and observing from his position perfectly still on the cobblestone ground, his mind shocked into stasis as it took in all this impossible sensory information. He felt detached from proceedings, much like the last few years of his life, letting the world just kind of 'happen' to him.

It wasn't until the adrenaline rush of imminent danger **** him to swallow his dry throat that the man's self-awareness returned. He was sitting on rough cobblestone in a t-shirt, sweatpants, and sandals, surrounded by dozens of mega-busty fantasy women who were about to get into an altercation, and - more importantly - he had the power to stop it and make sure no one got hurt over him... because that would just break his heart.

"Wait wait wait STOP!" he shouted as he scrambled to his feet, getting out from under the shadow of the elf's bust and stepping between the two groups, putting his hands up to either side.

To his surprise, both the aliens and the fantasy women instantly de-escalated the moment he stepped into the line of fire. The armored turtle alien woman lowered her rifle the instant his flabby body crossed her muzzle, and the elf mage stifled the electricity crackling in her hands and lowered them to her sides.

The diplomatic gray alien woman composed herself with a sigh of relief, putting a spindly-fingered hand atop her covered beach-ball-shaming breasts. "No one wants to hurt you or each other, human. We simply want what is best for all parties involved."

Pascal gulped again as he looked between the two groups. With the danger passed, he suddenly became all too aware that he was rock hard in his sweatpants. And why wouldn't he be? There were massive tits and plunging cleavages on all sides, in the abundant flesh, tantalizing him with every sway and jiggle. Raw animalistic lust pumped through his veins, warring with his rational restraint and his irrational anxiety. What was that they'd said about fucking their tits? Do they all want that? No, I must have misheard, this is crazy...!

His right leg was suddenly smothered in warm softness, and there was a gently tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants. Pascal looked down into the big, golden, watery eyes of the goblin-woman.

"Pleeeeeease don't abandon us!" she begged cutely, smooshing her rag-bound boobs against his leg insistently. "We- We don't have the weird 'technology' stuff that they do, but- but we have magic that they don't! A-And me and my daughters, we'll titfuck you every day, take care of your every need! We'll pray to the Goddesses Themselves and beseech Them to please you!"

"This is not a competition," the gray alien said, a little more sternly than she perhaps intended as she stepped forward, her dark eyes staring intently at Pascal. "Human, you have every right to choose for yourself who you favor, and no one will begrudge your choice. However, you must surely have questions, and Mayor Scarlet is the one best-equipped to answer them independently of... other interests. That is all we intend to do - transport you to the mayoral residence. No trickery."

"Bullshit!" the goblin girl snarled, gnashing her sharp teeth. The fantasy women all around the market street murmured and grumbled in general agreement.

"Woah woah, hey, hold on..." Pascal murmured, waving his hands at the crowd, blushing from both lust and trepidation. To his astonishment, the moment he opened his mouth to speak, everyone quieted down to listen. He'd never held such authority and respect before. Just that alone was intoxicating, before adding in the factor of ALL of them being massive-breasted women. What the hell was going on?! He cleared his throat and looked to the gray alien woman. "I-I think you're right, I'm very confused right now and I want answers..."

The goblin woman wrapped her arms around his thigh, tantalizingly close to his crotch, and hugged him tightly. "Noooooo...!" she wailed.

"BUT!" he quickly amended, looking down at her. Her golden eyes looked up to meet his, and he was rendered speechless for a couple of seconds from how adorable she was. "Uh... You... You deserve something, for... for uh..." He couldn't believe he was about to say this. "...for being the first to... talk to me? To welcome me? So, like... you get first dibs, maybe?"

The goblin girl's expression lit up like Christmas morning. The crowd of fantasy women broke into pleading and encouragement. "Yes, do it!" "The first human titfuck in centuries!" "Show us your cock!" "Fuck that gobbo's tits!"

The elf woman nearby, who had been watching everything with an air of cold scrutiny, softened her stance and smiled at this development. She was an angelic-looking woman with long hair that was so blonde it was nearly white. "I think that would take care of any concerns on our side. You are very wise, human."

Pascal, blushing red as a beet, shakily nodded. "O-Okay..."

The goblin woman stepped back and jumped for joy, making her boobs bounce dramatically. "YESSS!" Then she reached for his sweatpants, hooked her fingers under them and his underwear, and yanked them all the way down. Pascal's rock-hard six-inch dick sprang forth. A collective GASP rippled through the crowd, and all the fantasy women in the market crowded around to get a better look. Which only ratcheted up Pascal's bashful nervousness as dozens of eyes above dozens of tits stared right at his crotch, making him worry that he'd disappoint them somehow.

Meanwhile, the two alien women also stared for a bit, before the turtle-alien woman looked to the gray alien and quietly murmured, "We're not seriously gonna let them get the jump on us, are we...?"

The gray alien shook her head and whispered back, "It is the human's decision. It would go against the Gaian Truce and the Galactic Accords to take him by ****."

"Graaahhh..." The turtle woman growled and put her rifle onto a magnetic mount on her back, folding her arms under her armored bust grumpily. "Playing catch-up because he landed here instead of the Tower or the Stations... Fuckin' luck of the draw."

The gray alien allowed herself a small smirk as she gave her companion a side-eye glance. "It just means we'll have to work harder to put our best foot forward, won't we? Don't tell me you're not up for the challenge?"

The turtle woman just let out an angry snort, but she looked more determined than ever as she watched.

For all of the attention and pressure on him, making Pascal worry that he couldn't possibly live up to expectations, the shortstack goblin's face was nothing but delighted as her eyes zeroed in on his average-sized cock. "Oh my Goddesses..." she husked, hands on her cheeks like she was staring at the most beautiful painting, or a treasure chest full of shining gold.

It strained Pascal's suspension of disbelief, which was a weird thing to say to something that was physically happening to him. It was all too absurd to be real. And yet... as the goblin woman pulled down her tattered clothes and revealed her thick, dark green nipples and puffy areolae, Pascal wondered if he actually cared.