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Olivia is drunk and giggly, hanging arm-in-arm between Amelie on the one side and Erika on the next. Erika’s coldness seems to have melted away as the evening progressed and the three are thick as thieves as they stumble into the lift.
Amelie reaches for your hand and pulls you in after them. Your weight sways the box and the others are made to stand so close they brush your belly. Amelie slips her arm behind your back and smiles proudly. Olivia’s gaze roams your enhanced breasts, not bothering to hide her lust.
“You’re all woman, aren’t you, Raven?”
“It’s about fifty-fifty right now,” you say enigmatically. Amelie snorts and Olivia grins, tipsy enough to let the confusing statement roll by.
“You like big bellies?” Erika asks her girlfriend. Maybe that’s been the cause of her erstwhile coldness: her own body is athletic rather than voluptuous. She looks strong but lacks the generosity of even Amelie’s body. She could be jealous.
“I like big everything, babe. Big belly, big tits, big… lips, big cli—”
“You’re a nightmare,” says Amelie, laughing. “But you’ll get what you want. This is our floor.” The lift pings and metal doors rattle open.
You step out, turned head catching Olivia’s eyes on your wide backside.
Olivia remains shameless. “I’ll be right there, babe. Need to freshen up.” She smiles an innocent megawatt smile at you. As the doors close she gives you another up-and-down glance and bites her lip.
“She,” begins Amelie, “has such a hard time keeping it in her pants.”
You take Amelie’s hand and set off in the direction of your room. “There’s something about her that makes me ravenous.”
“I think she wants it, wierdly. She’s like… Erika told me some of the things she’s into. She likes… Well. You remember when I put my whole hands…” She trails off, smiling her crooked smile.
You boop the keycard on the door, open it, and scoop Amelie up in a tight hug, all in one motion. “You’re asking if I could have taken you all the way in, through either way?”
Amelie looks a little panicked at first, the same hang-ups still present. Your stomach lets out a rumbling gurgle, reminding her it’s inches away, beneath the belly that is trying to wrap itself around her already. She nods mutely.
“I could have played tug of war with you for hours. But one hole would have swallowed you up, eventually.”
“Fuck, Raven,” she says, bapping you on the shoulder. “Save it for the prey.”
“Probably my bum,” you continue, relishing her squirming discomfort. “You know. Hygiene reasons.”
“Raven!”