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Bones is sitting in Gina’s lap when she feels eyes drifting down to her back, and notices the character on screen has stopped moving. The enormous blonde sets her controller aside and looks at the doll-sized woman in her lap. She’s biting her lip, but the mischief in her eyes that usually accompanies that gesture is missing. “Hey Bonesie, I…want to try something…”
It’s so rare to see Gina act shy these days, especially around her. But Bones resists the urge to tease. “What’s on your mind?”
“…secret.” She sees the look forming on Bones’ face and gets out ahead of her. “I won’t transform you at all for this! I swear!” To emphasize, she scribbles some nonsense in the air in front of her chest. “And I really think you’ll like it.”
Bones sighs, but the smile sneaks through. “Okay, fine. Show me what you’ve got.”
Gina does the tiniest fist pump, then blushes. “Oh. Uh, okay. First, you come down here.”
She offers her open palm to Bones, who climbs aboard, then deposits her on the bed between her legs, at the entrance of the cave that is her skirt. Now Bones blushes, catching a glimpse of Gina’s excitement in the dark, but Gina can’t see her past the fabric ceiling.
“Okay,” Gina swallows, then continues. “Just need a minute here.”
Bones waits patiently, entranced by the view ahead of her, until she notices the enormous bulge in the fabric start to diminish. And not just that, Gina’s legs are retracting into her skirt, and getting smaller by the second. As they dwindle out of sight, Gina’s voice carries out in their place. “Come find me, Bonesie~”
Her voice fades into the pile of clothes, and a few seconds later, Bones is facing a flattened out skirt cave, flanked on either side by the long black socks now breathing easy, freed from Gina’s monster thighs (compliment). She swallows nervously, lifts the hem of the skirt, and crawls inside.
The fabric weighs her down, but she’s able to crawl with relative ease. Luckily, it’s basically a straight shot, as long as Gina doesn’t have another trick up her sleeve.
As she gets deeper, the residual warmth and scent of Gina starts to fill the air around her. And then her hand falls on a different texture. Softer, cottony. Slightly damp. Alone in the dark, she leans in close, takes a sniff, and confirms what she already knows. Gina’s panties. She bites her lip, steels her nerves, and slips in the leg hole. As she does, a little mote of light appears, illuminating the surprisingly roomy little cave formed by the intimate garment. Sitting on a fold against the far “wall” is Gina, legs crossed, completely nude and flushed. “You know, I heard that just now….”
“H-heard…”
Gina smirks, leaning forward and feigning inhaling through her nose as loud as she can. “Ooooh, Gina! I yearn for you so. I can’t help but sniff your worn pan…ties.”
She hesitates for just a breath as Bones’ shadow falls over her, arms crossed as she moves to stand in front of Gina. She’s blushing, and she’s the opposite of threatening in every way, but it’s always such a shock to see her at this scale. The little hairs on her skin, the big curls in her hair. The plump…kissable lips… Gina catches herself staring, but her only attempt at a recovery is to stutter, “H-hi…”
Critical failure.
But Bones can only maintain her faux-annoyance for so long, so she responds with an equally confident “…hi…s-so what is it you wanted to try? I know it wasn’t just camping in your own underwear.”
“…It might be.”
“Gina…”
“I know, I know. Here.” Gina stands up, the top of her head aligning with Bones’ eyes. Why does she have to be taller than her like this? They’re standing so close together. And when Bones gets nervous, she tends to just freeze up, so she’s not backing up, despite Gina’s dick pressing gently against her thigh. Gina tries to ignore that, looking up into the sockets of the taller girl’s mask. Then Gina kisses her.
Full-on, up on her toes, head angled, hand grazing the side of her neck and cupping her jawline kisses her.
Bones, the picture of bliss, moans into her mouth as Gina softly strokes her neck. She doesn’t want to break away, but eventually they do both have to breathe, and she does. Head turned ninety degrees, cheeks on fire. No further from each other than they were a moment before.
Bones is dazed. Gina has kissed her before, but it’s always been, well…big. A full-face sort of affair. She’d never felt the simple sensation of lips against her own. A vague sweetness from Gina’s lip gloss lingered, and she treasured it. “You taste good…”
They’re both well beyond blushing at this point, but Gina is centering herself. She had a plan, gods damn it, and she’s sticking to it. “I’m so glad you think so…would you like to taste something else?”
“W-would I? I, um, gosh… I-I-”
Gina puts her hands on Bones’ shoulders, circling around her and turning the stuttery girl around, taking her place as cornering rather than cornered. “I think you’ve been taller for long enough, Bonesie.”
“But you sai-”
“Ah-ah!” Gina puts a finger on Bones’ lips. Satisfied with her silence, she points that same finger down. “Knees.”
Bones’ lower lip quivers, and she plops ungracefully onto her knees, eye-level with Gina’s cock, leaking pre threateningly in her direction. Her jaw drops.
Gina smirks. “Good instinct.”
Bones eyes are locked on Gina’s cock. She blushes, but not nearly as much as if she were fully listening. “I…I…c-can I-”
“Not yet.” Gina takes a half-step closer, aching tip a hair’s breadth from her girlfriend’s eager lips. She reaches down, puts a finger under Bones’ chin, and draws her face up toward her. Then her hands slowly, gingerly, come to rest on the border of Bones’ mask. She leaves them there for a few seconds and when Bones doesn’t flinch, she asks the question:
“Can I take this off?”
Bones’ heart skips a beat. Her chest shakes, taking in sharp, ragged inhales. She giggles nervously, a compulsion she doesn’t expect from herself, one she worries ruins the moment, but Gina doesn’t falter, doesn’t laugh, doesn’t even give her a look. She just waits. Bones bites her lip, and nods.
The mask comes off so easily. It’s a wonder it never pops off on its own, with everything she goes through on a daily basis. Gina is breathing hard now. She thought it would be harder, but this secret is freely offered, in this moment, for her alone. It takes everything in her not to avert her gaze on instinct, but she doesn’t.
And then the mask is in her hands.
And Bones, the Bones behind the mask, looks up at her, blinking nervously, blushing the hardest she ever. Fully clothed, but more naked than she’s ever been. She’s still chewing her lip, looking up nervously.
Gina smiles. “You’re so pretty.”
Bones’ face goes through a thousand emotions in a second. She smiles, she looks uncertain, she looks like she wants to cry, she looks so madly in love. She can’t manage a word at all, but she doesn’t have to.
Gina sets the treasured object gently to the side. It would feel criminal, if it hadn’t been smeared against this very fabric a dozen times over already. Then she turns back to Bones. “Sweater.”
“S-sweater?”
“I don’t want to ruin it.”
Bones’ face is as pink as the sweater, but she pulls the garment off and sets it messily aside. Bra-less underneath, she slides her skirt off for good measure, but Gina halts her before she can worm her way out of her panties. She kneels down, admiring the bulge currently fighting a battle to free itself from the waistband, on the precipice of victory. Gina can smell her excitement. She runs her finger along it, base to tip, and watches the shiver work its way through Bones’ entire body. “No touching…not yet.”
Bones whimpers, but does as she’s told as Gina returns to her feet. Her mouth pops open again, this time not in shock, but in anticipation.
“Aw. You’re such a good girl for me, Bonesie~” Gina croons, and revels in the way her doll’s tongue lolls a little harder at the phrase. “Taste.”
For a moment, Bones freezes. All eagerness aside, she’s never done this before. She doesn’t know how to approach it, doesn’t know if there are methods, or strategies, or…she shakes the thoughts away. For once in your life, don’t overthink, just go.
She inches forward, and settles on licking Gina from underneath, tongue slowly tracing up, up, up. Neurons fire when she finally tastes the sweet nectar oozing from her tip. And the way Gina shudders tells her she’s on the right track.
Shes licks her lips and goes back for more. This time, she leans in, not letting the tip of her tongue touch until she’s at the very base, letting Gina’s shaft settle against the side of her nose, hiding half her face behind it and glancing up with her free eye to see Gina panting at the sight. She gives her balls a little lick before running her tongue slowly, serpentine, up her entire length, aching for more. Teasing herself as much as Gina with this preview. By the time she’s returned to her head, she can’t control herself. She needs to know. She circles her tongue around the ridge, then welcomes it into her mouth.
“Fff-fuck!” Gina almost falls forward. There’s no wall to brace against, so she settles for a hand on Bones’ shoulder, and an encouraging “Mmmn~!”
Bones has bitten off a little more than she can chew. She simultaneously underestimated Gina’s girth, and overestimated her innate ability to take it in. The result is getting halfway down her length and promptly gagging as Gina hits the back of her throat. She extracts herself as gracefully as possible and save a little face.
Gina notices, running a thumb along her cheek. “Don’t rush, Bonesie. We’ll get you there. You just keep that pretty mouth open and let me warm you up, hm?”
“Eh hemm,” Bones mumbles an affirmative that vibrates pleasantly through Gina as she adjusts the eager doll, bringing her face forward and lacing her fingers into her hair, savoring the little whimper it draws.
She pulls out until the ridge of her head bumps against the inside of Bones’ lips, then slowly, gently, slides back in, watching Bones’ eyes roll back and her lashes flutter as she reclaims her territory. She reaches the previous breaking point, stops, and withdraws.
Then she slides back in, this time just a little deeper. Stop. Out. In a little deeper. Out. All the while, she’s staring at Bones’ eyes. Bones is having a difficult time making eye contact for brand new reasons, but wherever her glossy gaze is wandering, she’s certainly enjoying herself.
Gina bites her lip, and steadies her pace. Partly for the sake of the not literally breaking the poor girl in, and partly because oh gods she is already dangerously close to bursting. It’s like Bones’ throat was made just for her. It’s criminal that she’s so small by nature.
At some point, she realizes the breathy little moans in the air are hers and she bites her lip, delicately slowing her pace and using every ounce of willpower not to cum on Bones’ face when she gives it a kiss on the way out.
Despite that cheeky move, Bones is in a blissful daze. Her mouth has reformed into a precious little smile, but her eyes are still elsewhere. Gina squats down to eye level, and they snap to attention on a short delay. “Bones…? You okay?”
“Mhmm~”
“Ready for more?”
“Mmm…” She nods, eyes convey what her words cannot.
Gina kisses her again, coming away with a hint of her own aftermath on her lip. She licks it absentmindedly and smiles, enjoying the taste of herself. As she stands, Bones reopens her mouth and pushes her head forward, shortening what little gap there is. Gina pats her cheek, then lets her hand rest there, fingers cradling her jaw.
This time, she starts shallow, then pushes back to their previous best. Bones shivers around her, which makes drawing things out even harder, but Gina perseveres. Her other hand digs back into Bones’ hair and she uses her like the toy she’s always saying she wants to be.
It’s brief. Intense.
And then Bones’ nose is buried in her bush, nuzzling into her while she takes every last drop. The little noises leaking out of her perfectly each desperate moan she drags out of Gina.
They stay there a while, Gina half-bent over her, petting her hair and quivering against her. When she tries to remove herself from Bones’ mouth, Bones moves her head right along with her, and Gina laughs, hand moving to her forehead and halting her, cherishing the whine as he does.
“Such a good girl…” Gina coos. And she is, on her knees, eyes glassy, begging for more, leaking through her panties. “But you haven’t cum yet, have you, Bonesie?”
Bones somehow blushes harder. “N…n-not y…no…”
Gina grins, planting a hand on either of her shoulders and pushing.
Bones yelps as she tumbles over, landing on her back. When she looks up, Gina is on her hands and knees, climbing on top of her. She stops halfway, and her fingers dig into Bones’ hips, drawing out rippling gasps as they drag along her skin and take hold of her waistband. She pulls, and Bones can’t stop a breathy little laugh as Gina lifts her hips right off the ground, refusing to let anything get in the way of her prize.
Gina gets them down to her knees, and apparently that’s good enough as she pushes her thighs apart and worms between them. Her elbows come down framing Bones’ hips and squeeze her tight as she eyes her prize, standing straight in the air in front of her. She lets her gaze drift past it, letting their eyes meet. “My turn. Ready…?”
Bones bites her lip and nods, and that’s all Gina needs. She doesn’t waste time teasing, she lifts her head, opens her mouth and descends. Her eyes flutter shut as she reaches the base.
Bones’ hands dig into the bed beneath them, clutching tight and managing to moan more cutely than Gina could have imagined. But Gina doesn’t stop to appreciate that. She sets to work making her precious girlfriend scream.
Helpless and overwhelmed are words that could describe Bones in almost any moment of her life, but it wasn’t until this one that Gina appreciated just how much deeper she could dive into both.
Quiet is a word that could describe her in any moment but this. gasping, moaning, crying out in submission to Gina’s laser-targeted tongue as she claims the real treasure from inside her, gasping as the sheer volume of it catches her off-guard, but she doesn’t waste a drop, greedily lapping it up long after Bones has nothing left to give. Gina doesn’t relent until the helpless thing taps out weakly on her shoulder with a smile plastered on her face that can only be called lucid in the loosest sense.
When Bones finally falls free from Gina’s lips, she shudders from end to end, but Gina is already on the move. She lifts herself up, crawling forward until her face looms overhead. The shadow of her hair giving her a vaguely menacing aura as she looms. Bones’ lips part, but there’s nothing she can say…whatever more Gina wants is given gladly, hers to take.
And she does.
Gina collapses onto Bones, rolling onto her side, lacing their legs together, and wrapping her arms around Bones. She lets her fingers lace together over her shoulder, and settles in, cuddling up to her collarbone. Then she sighs, and shuts her eyes.
Bones lays there, exhausted and more comfortable than she knew she could be. Her arms snake around Gina and settle there where they belong. She finds she’s able to lift her head, if barely, and uses this crucial last burst of energy to plant a kiss on Gina’s head.
They stay like that a long while in blissful silence, only interrupted by a giggle from one or both of them.
It’s Bones who eventually speaks up. “Sh…should we…c-clean up…or…?”
“Bones…” Gina squeezes the nervous girl tighter, and sets her at ease. “Hush. This is the best part…”
And, as is so often the case, she’s right.