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It was a sultry summer evening in Tokyo when a plump Japanese babe named Chika stumbled out of her seedy Sushi bar, too drunk to fend off the lecherous stares of passing salarymen on their way home to conventional wives and dull suburban lives. Chika was the kind of woman men dreamed about but kept at arm’s length – thick thighs, generous breasts, and an insatiable lust for pleasure.

She wobbled down the neon-lit streets, her wide hips swaying hypnotically, the hem of her short skirt flirting with the edge of her plump rear. Heat radiated off the concrete, almost palpable in the stifling air. Soon, she came to the building where her boyfriend Kenta waited in their dingy flat, probably balls-deep in last week’s copy of Weekly Young Magazine.

Chika burst through the door, arms laden with plastic bags crammed with canned Sapporo and discounted melons. “Kenta-san!” she called, her tongue nearly sticking out her lipglossed mouth with the effort of lugging her haul, “Mada mada dane, kissaten ni hairimasu yo!”

A muffled grunt answered from the lumpy folds of their futon. Chika sighed and set the bags down, flopping onto the floor with a thud. She could see Kenta’s bony ass sticking out from under the blanket, his pale skin shockingly unattractive.

Stripping with exaggerated slowness, Chika bared her petal-soft flesh before the prone man. Her ample hips were all the more inviting draped in sheer lace. Kenta did not look up. Chika sighed in frustration and straddled his waist, big breasts swaying inches from his face. “Looky, Kenta! Your girl got you a present!”

Surprised by the pressure of her heavy thighs around his slender body, Kenta emerged from his porno-induced stupor. His eyes widened at the sight of Chika’s overripe body on tantalizing display. “Ah, haha, slan moe moe!” he stammered, stuttering in his excitement.

“Mmmm, but wait – I’ve got a surprise too!” Kenta intimated, his eyes twinkling mischievously. He rolled out from under her and rummaged in his rife with old magazines. From amidst the cracked-over copies of Shonen Jump, Kenta produced two thick Uniqlo pillows, nicely bolstered but worn at the seams.

Chika giggled, a surprising Christian death metal trill from such a decadent girl. “Solan moe moe! Is this a game? Like last week with the magazines?” She pouted at the memory of straining her back on the hardwood floor in a position that would have made a gymnast blush.

Her sulky mood evaporated as Kenta pressed his gift into her soft hands. “No, no, this is so much better!” he said, his lanky body shivering with anticipation.

Chika wrapped her arms around the soft pillows, squeezing them like long-lost lovers. The buoyancy conquered her thickly-veined legs, and as she released the pillows, she saw that her belly was covered in soft down – a perfect resting place for her heavy breasts as she rolled side to side, cradled in feathered comfort.

Kenta leapt onto the futon, knees pumping rapidly as he panted. “Iii-kun, guess what!” he shouted, a deep blush staining his scrawny chest. “I found a way to make you even comfier! Ooooh, it’s so great!” He spread the athletic pillows open.

Chika giggled, her eyes twinkling with mirth. She bent down and whispered in Kenta’s ear. ” Handle na?”, She asked teasingly

” Oore mo ii des ka?” Kenta replied, his demeanor changing. He grabbed the pillows, stuffing them under Chika’s shoulders and bottom while guiding her into a reclining position.

Chika sighed with contentment, sinking into the cloud of fluff that cradled her soft body, her pendulous breasts erased in a landslide of stuffing. Kenta grinned broadly, kneeling between her outspread legs. He paddled the pillow mooshes, so she could feel his excitement against her thighs.

Chika moaned in delight, gyrating her hips in a sensual dance. Her hands gripped his bony hips, guiding him to his throne.

Kenta plunged, the head of his cock kissing her wetness. He dipped smoothly, filling her slowly. Chika gasped at the difference in sensation, the pillows amplifying every press of Kenta’s weight, every thrust of his cock. She felt like a goddess, worshipped and supported in the lotus position.

Though she was lost in a haze of pleasure, a small part of Chika was scandalized. Such a drastic adjustment to their coupling! How would she ever be satisfied with mere flesh again? Would she ever be content with a flat futon – or, God forbid, the unforgiving floor – ever again?