Truth or dare (Round 1)

Stocking crossed her arms, still holding Kuromi plush-tight under her chest—so tight, in fact, that the poor thing was practically smothered beneath the weight of her oversized shirt and the faint stickiness left from her lollipop mishap. The shirt clung to her skin in small patches, slightly translucent in places from the sugary residue. Brief tried not to look. He failed.

“Punishment will be a game of Truth or Dare.” Kuromi’s voice rang out from the shadows of Stocking’s cleavage—cool, calm, and ruthless.

Brief gulped.

Stocking gave a dramatic pout. “You better not chicken out, pervert. No lame ‘truths’ like 'have you ever sneezed with your eyes open?' I want real answers. Or you do the dare.”

Then Kuromi added in that unnervingly smug voice:

“And no lying. I’ll know.”

Brief raised a hand like he wanted to object, but thought better of it. Instead, he just sighed… and followed as Stocking turned on her heel and started toward her room.

She walked with purpose, her bare thighs gleaming in the low light of the hallway, the shirt swaying with every step. Kuromi bounced slightly with her chest as she went, eyes unblinking. Brief followed behind, trying not to think about how this situation had spiraled out of control. Again.

Once they reached the bedroom, Stocking plopped onto the bed and motioned lazily for him to join her.

“C’mon. Bed’s not gonna truth-or-dare itself.”

Brief slowly sat down beside her. He noticed the spot where she’d cleared some plushies now looked oddly like a throne for Kuromi, whom she now placed reverently at the top of the pillow pile.

“Okay, perv,” Stocking smirked, brushing some lollipop-stained strands of hair out of her face. “You lost. So you go first.”

She leaned in, so close that he could smell the faint vanilla of the cake on her breath.

“Truth… or dare?”

Brief swallowed hard.

“…Truth,” he mumbled.

Stocking’s eyes lit up with mischief, as if she’d already known what she’d ask before the game even began.

“Ohhh, going the safe route, huh?” she purred, then leaned toward him slowly, predatorially. “Alright then, perv. Are you…” —her voice dropped to a low, velvety whisper— “a virgin?”

Brief’s entire body tensed. He stared at her, wide-eyed. “W-What? T-That’s not fair!”

She didn't back off. In fact, she scooted even closer, her bare thigh brushing against his pajama pants now. The heat of her body rolled off her in waves. Her hand reached out and gently took his chin, turning his head toward her.

“Don’t dodge the question,” she said, her voice teasing but with a commanding edge. Her face was so close now that her breath tickled his lips. “C’mon, say it.”

Brief could hardly breathe. Every nerve in his body screamed at him to shut up—but the heat in his cheeks betrayed him, and his voice cracked when he finally muttered:

“Y-Yeah… I-I am…”

Stocking’s face went still for a moment.

Then she burst out laughing.

“Hah! Oh my god, you actually said it!” She leaned back, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “You adorable little dweeb. That explains so much.”

Brief shrank inward, face beet red. “Y-You didn’t have to laugh…”

“Oh please,” she snorted. “You’re lucky I’m not recording this for Panty.”

Then she winked, her smirk curling again. “But hey—at least you’re honest. That’s kinda… hot. In a pathetic way.”

Kuromi’s voice chimed from her pillow-throne like a judge delivering a verdict:

“Truth accepted. Next round: Stocking. Choose.”

her eyes with a huff, tossing her hair back dramatically. “Ugh, I’m not a baby. I’m not gonna play it safe like someone—I pick dare, obviously.”

Kuromi’s voice responded with the kind of smug, glittering sass only a cursed plush toy could carry.

“Why say you're not a baby when you act like one?”

Stocking froze mid-eye-roll.

Then, without saying a word, she turned to Brief… and popped her thumb in her mouth.

SLOOP.

She started sucking on it slowly and dramatically, eyes half-lidded like a toddler on a sugar crash. Her other hand absentmindedly played with the hem of her oversized, lollipop-stained T-shirt.

Brief’s brain sputtered.

“W-What the hell is going on?! Kuromi—bring her back! I-I didn’t sign up for this weird regression kink!” He scooted back until his spine hit the headboard, watching with horror as Stocking dropped down onto all fours.

“Bwiefie’s scawed of da big mean baby~”

Brief’s whole soul left his body for a second. “Wh-what are you doing!?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she sat back on her knees, still clutching Kuromi under one arm like a plush pacifier dispenser, and began to rock gently in place. Her oversized shirt slid down one shoulder again, the lollipop stain sticking faintly to her skin. She blinked up at him, then added with syrupy smugness:

“You gonna cwy now, Bwief? Is da naughty plushie bein’ too mean?”

Kuromi’s voice chimed in smoothly:

“Babies don’t talk back. Babies bounce.”

Stocking gasped dramatically. “Oh, right! Bouncie-bouncie~”

Then she lunged forward and dropped herself directly into Brief’s lap, legs curled to either side of him, knees on the bed, ass right over his thighs.

Brief made a dying kettle noise.

“H-Hey! Get off—what are you—this is weird even for you—!”

“Shhh~” she whispered, sucking on her thumb now with playful exaggeration. She rocked her hips forward just enough for her softness to shift across his lap. “I gotta wock myself back to sweep~ Baby needs hew nap~”

“Please stop talking like that,” Brief squeaked.

“Someone’s enjoying this,” Kuromi chimed with infuriating calm. “Shall I prepare the bottle?”

“NO!” Brief shouted.

Stocking smirked behind her thumb, then let it pop free from her mouth with a soft, moist plip. “You sure? ‘Cuz I bet if you hold me just right, I’ll be aww sleepy again~ Maybe you’ll tuck me in and cuddle me like a good wittle daddy~”

Brief’s brain was seconds away from bursting into fire and flying out his ears.

“I—NO—YOU—STOP!” he stammered, as Stocking leaned forward and rubbed her cheek against his in exaggerated affection.

“Cootchie-cootchie-coo~” she whispered, breath warm in his ear.

His hands shot up like he was being held at gunpoint.

“Stop enjoying it, pervert,” Kuromi said pointedly, as if on cue.

Stocking snorted, then leaned back to sit up and examine him smugly. “He’s so red right now. I think someone likes babies.”

“I do not! I mean—not like that!! I mean—this isn’t—I’m not—!!”

Brief scrambled back toward the edge of the bed like it might offer him sanctuary, but Stocking was faster.

Still half in character—if that character was a devil in a Hello Kitty diaper—she loped toward him on all fours like a hyper toddler and pounced.

“Baaaaaaby cuddle attack~!”

He yelped as she threw her weight onto him, arms snaking around his shoulders like she was climbing a jungle gym, her thighs folding over his hips as she tried to hoist herself onto his lap again.

“Wait—Stocking—!”

Too late. She flopped down squarely in his lap, completely seated now, straddling him like she weighed nothing. Her oversized shirt slid down further with the motion, her heavy chest squishing firmly against his as she braced her balance with both hands on his shoulders.

Brief’s breath caught somewhere around the ceiling.

“I—uh—this is—uhm—!” he wheezed, as her weight shifted on his lap.

Stocking blinked up at him, eyes wide in playful innocence. “You’re a really squishy chair, Bwief~”

Then she bounced. Just once. Like it was part of the joke.

Brief made a small dying noise. Her thighs pressed tight around his waist, her hips snug on top of his lap, and her breasts—good God, her breasts—were mashed against his chest so thoroughly he couldn’t tell where he ended and softness began.

His fingers hovered in the air, trembling. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. He was paralyzed by boob contact.

“You look weird,” Stocking said, narrowing her eyes. “You’re not gonna cry, are you?”

“I—I might—”

Stocking leaned forward again, getting closer, and suddenly all that space between them was gone. Her thighs squeezed tighter, her chest pressed harder, and her lips brushed past his cheek as she whispered:

“Bwiefie~ Are you getting all hot because of a widdle lap cuddle? Is it too much for da big strong grown-up man~?”

Stocking planted her elbows on his shoulders and rested her cheek against the side of his face with an exaggerated sigh.

“Mmm… you know what I want now, Bwiefie?” she murmured in that mock-baby voice again, her hips slowly rocking left and right over his lap like she was trying to find the coziest seated position possible.

Brief was sweating bullets. “N-No idea. Not at all. Please don’t say—”

“I want… a bedtime stowy~” she cooed, drawing the words out in a syrupy purr that oozed mischief. “A real cute one. With a big strong hero… and a naughty little pervert who gets corrected~.”

Her hips gave a sudden bounce as she adjusted herself again, and Brief just about passed out.

“C-Can’t you just go to sleep like normal people?” he managed to croak, his hands planted rigidly on the bed to avoid accidentally touching her anywhere. Not that it mattered—she was touching him everywhere.

She puffed her cheeks in a mock pout. “But I’m not sweepy yet~ You gotta tell me a stowy, Bwief! Or I’ll cry.”

Then she rocked her hips again. Deliberately.

Slow. Back. Forth. All while humming like it was some absentminded lullaby.

Brief’s eyes rolled into the back of his head for a second.

“This is the price of failure,” Kuromi chimed in from somewhere behind them. “She is simply fulfilling the natural consequences of your depravity.”

“W-We didn’t even start the new round yet!” Brief hissed under his breath.

Stocking snickered softly near his ear, her breath warm and smug. “C’mon, make something up. Make it sweet. Or sexy. Or spooky. Whatever you want, perv~ Just don’t stop talking… or my hips might start doing more thinking~”

Her thighs clamped gently around his waist again, like she was settling in for a ride that hadn’t even started yet.

Brief stared into the middle distance. “Once upon a time, there was a very patient man… who died tragically when the world became Too Much.”

“Boooooring,” Stocking whispered, now gently grinding down in time with the lollipop swirl she gave her tongue. “Needs more butt stuff~”

“Okay—that’s it!!” he barked, his face bright red, half from arousal, half from raw, boiling frustration. With a flustered grunt, he put his hands on Stocking’s shoulders and gently but firmly pushed her off his lap, managing to free himself from the mind-bending heat of her rocking hips and her squishy body pressing into his. “You are insane! And you—!”

He reached down, grabbed Kuromi from the edge of the bed, and gave the plush a firm slap across its stitched cheek.

fwmp!

The plush body wobbled slightly, and Kuromi made an indignant little squeak.

“So ungrateful. Some perverts really don’t deserve playtime.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Stocking gasped, wide-eyed. She scrambled over the sheets on all fours like a cat whose favorite toy had just been assaulted. “Kuromiii~!”

She scooped the plush up from Brief’s lap and cradled it to her chest protectively—pressing it back between her boobs like some corrupted treasure being returned to its sacred shrine.

Then…

Silence.

She blinked.

Twice.

Her eyes lost the mischievous sparkle. Her body relaxed. Her expression went slack in mild confusion, as if waking from a dream she couldn’t remember. She looked down at the plush between her breasts… then up at Brief, who was standing there frozen, panting like he’d just escaped a succubus.

“What the hell is your problem?” she asked flatly.

Brief blinked. “Wait—what?”

“You’re seriously freaking out over a plushie now? You’re getting weirder by the minute, Brief.” She hugged Kuromi gently, tilting her head. “Honestly… are you like… okay in the head or something?”

Brief stared at her in stunned disbelief. “You don’t remember… anything? You were literally just pretending to be a—!”

“A what?” she squinted. “What, did I fall asleep or something?”

His mouth opened, but no sound came out. His brain was trying to play catch-up with whatever just reset the whole scene.

Stocking flopped lazily onto her back on the bed, dragging Kuromi with her, now calm and cool again.

“Well, whatever,” she muttered, raising one arm with a casual stretch that pulled her shirt tight against her chest. “Truth or dare, pervert? You’re not weaseling out of this round.”

Brief blinked, still halfway in fight-or-flight mode.

Kuromi’s eyes sparkled from the valley of her cleavage.