Plump Shot

****We've seen Kira before here: woot.iiichan.net/index.php?ima… ****


"Hup!" Kira lobbed the ball in a high arc. It bounced off the rim, then the backboard, then hit the court without going in. It rolled away. "Aww, nuts." She gave no chase. 

 Nick looked at the errant basketball, then smirked at Kira. "You gonna get that?"

"Well I was thinking you could? Maybe? Please? I just want to do the fun part, which is shooting. I didn't sign up for any running all around."

"I remember when you wouldn't even let me carry your backpack, and now you got me on Ball Boy duty."

"I've since learned the value of delegation. And hey- I remember when I wouldn't have had to ask. I wore this top so I wouldn't have to beg, but I guess I'm not above it." Kira did a quick survey of the court to make sure they were alone together; satisfied, she glanced down into her generous cleavage and tugged her shirt lower. It sprang back immediately, showing off her lilac-colored sports bra. "Huh- did this shrink in the wash?" She turned to present Nick with her top-heavy profile.  

"You're not playing fair."

Kira ran her hands from the tops of her breasts downward, pausing where the cups of her bra bit into her billowing flesh. "The cups fit better when I bought it. Now they're too small. I don't understand what's going on." Her hands continued their journey, this time stopping directly under her boobs. She hefted them, gave Nick a cute grunt of effort as she struggled with their weight. "I'm still the same size as when we met, right?"

"Not fair." 

"It's just that the band is pinching now too." Kira pouted, picking at it with her fingers. Her bra carved into her sides and created puffy little rolls. She pivoted away from him and gathered her tresses so he could see how the snug straps criss-crossed her shoulders and back. "I'm kinda worried that-" She faced him, her cheeks red with embarrassment. She stepped closer to whisper a confession. "-I might be getting fat. 'Cuz I'm pretty sure these are new. Feel." She came closer still, her chest bumping against his, pillows deforming against muscle. She took his hands and placed them on her love handles. 

Nick squeezed them. They were so plush. 

She guided his hands forwards, across the slightly sweaty skin of her bare midriff, to where her belly fat was the deepest. Kira allowed him to knead and play. Her voice was breathy. "OK- maybe I know exactly how big I'm getting, and what I'm really worried about is how much I enjoy it. What about you? Do you like having a doughy girlfriend?" 

Nick smiled wide. "Every day I wake up next to you is the luckiest day of my life." 

"Oh my god." Kira sprang away and punched him in the arm, truly flustered, her cheeks broiling. "Sometime I'm gonna get you so lust-addled that you won't be able to think of anything smooth."

"Look forward to it."

"What I was getting at, with all of that... was that maybe I shouldn't be burning so many calories chasing after stray basketballs, and that maybe you should get them for me. More fetchy, more shooty, more bouncy." Kira mimed a jump shot and every lusciously-padded part of her jiggled.

"You win. But just lemme say this game was rigged from the start."

"Kira's the winner! Yuss!"