This choice: Kelly comes home but Dave won't let her wear the suit • Go Back... Kelly walked through the front door, excited and bubbly, announcing she was home to her lover Dave, “I’m home!”
Dave walked around the corner to greet his girlfriend, having recently changed into something more comfortable and casual while fluffing his cans.
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“Holy shit!” Kelly dropped her bag to the ground. “You are such a hot little fattie!”
“I know, right?” Dave stared at his cleavage as he fluffed his giant cans.
“Can I feel?” Kelly reached out tentatively, a hopeful gleam in her eye that Dave would say yes.
“Sure,” he shrugged, tousling his dirty blond hair, “give them a fluff.”
Kelly fluffed Dave’s amazingly soft cans, letting out a loving sigh as she did so, “Oh my God you fattie, these are the most amazing cans I’ve ever touched!”
“I know,” Dave smiled as he enjoyed getting his cans fluffed.
“Can I try on the suit? Can I be a hot fattie too?” Kelly asked as she stopped fluffing Dave’s cans.
“No,” Dave said a little cagey, he fluffed his cans nervously. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not?” Kelly asked angrily, “Why can’t I be a hot fattie too? Why can’t I fluff my huge cans too?”
“Because I was told that now one else should wear the suit,” Dave explained as he stopped fluffing his gigantic cans.
“Who?”
“Santa Claus,” Dave said as he adjusted his boobs and gave them a fluff.
“Santa Claus? Santa Claus told you not to let anyone else where the fattie suit?” Kelly asked astonished.
Dave fluffed his cans and shook his hair out, “You believe in a magical fattie suit but not Santa Claus? Really? And you can’t trust me when I say that he told me not to let anyone else where this fattie suit?”
Dave was yelling at Kelly. Dave never yelled at Kelly. Never. So if he was yelling he must be kind of hurt by the accusations that she had made at him. Looking him over Kelly could see how his body language screamed “hurt” just by the way he fluffed his cans. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, “If you say …Santa Claus… told you not to share the fattie suit, then I believe you and I won’t push.”
Dave smiled and leaned in for a hug, squashing his breasts against her breasts. He released the hug and fluffed his cans to fix them, “Thank you. I’ll go take off the fattie suit so that it doesn’t distract you. We’ll just watch TV tonight, or something!”
“Thank you,” she gave cans a quick fluff, “That means so much to me.” Dave kissed her on the cheek and waddled to the bedroom to remove the suit, not noticing the jealous stares that rained down on his back.
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