Waiting for the Bus

After having Tobbi dress me up in my princess/tutu dress, the formal business casual, I walked outside to enjoy the bright day we were having before going to work.

I enjoyed the bright purple sky and the countless tiny elephants running across the lawn and burrowing into holes.

Mom usually would call an exterminator but since this was February, they all went on holiday in the Bahamas.

I decided to skip my way to the bus stop. My E-cup breasts shaking generously without a bra to restrain them. It was so unfair that most woman with six breasts had to wear them to protect others, but that’s what you get for living in America.

The awful feeling came again that something wasn’t quite right. However, it wasn’t as strong as before so I cleared it from my mind and walked over to the bus stop and wait to get to work today.

At the bus stop, I saw one of my own boyfriend standing there, James. He was as beautiful as ever, with him being a complete, he had an ass that would not quit and a four foot python for a penis. I walked over to him, making sure to pet the snake between his legs as it hissed appreciatingly.

“Hey, James.” I told him when I looked up. It was at this moment that I noticed something amiss. James had a huge set of knockers.

“When did you trade in your old set.” I asked, wanting to make small talk before the bus came.

“Just last night.” He hefted up his giant G-cup babies by his micro bikini straps and let them fall creating a generous amount of boob flesh jiggle. He was always my favorite boyfriend.

“Yeah, the old model Double-Delights weren’t as eye-catching as they appeared in the commercials.” He continued. “These Grande-Gumbos will certainly get me noticed around the office.”

“I’m sure they will. Hey, since the bus is running late do you mind if you’ll pound my slutty pussy.” James idly rubbed his penis in thought before answering.

“Sure, I don’t see why not.”

I placed myself down onto the grass sidewalk as his penis python made its way towards my tutu dress and entering my exposed vagina flap.

I could hear the sounds of my pussy meowing over the python playing with it. It felt good to let our genitalia have a play-date once in a while.