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Louis sat up straight in his seat. He nearly nodded off.

Not good to do at a red light.

The man stifles a yawn and turns up the radio in an attempt to wake up, switching from his usual easy listening station to hard rock. It'd been another long day at the GovHealth insurance office. He'd gained a reputation there a while ago with how often he'd come in to raise hell. They weren't often happy to see a social worker, period, but they'd grown especially weary of him. Louis seemed undaunted by the various standard roadblocks they put in his way -- and by social graces, too. He had no problems walking in, using his government ID to get past the front desk, and beating the halls until he found the person or office he was looking for. He'd corner them and talk until they got his client what they needed, or pointed him to someone that could.

All while standing a short five-foot-five...

The light turns green, and Louis smiles. He recalls how the 7 foot tall sow at the front desk did a double take when he came in. It felt good when they reacted like that. Almost as good as the way his clients reacted; the agency liked assigning him hard cases, so the payoff was always worth it. People break down when they hear the words 'full coverage' after living without hope for so long.

But usually, Louis felt as tired as he did happy.

Today was no different. He coasts his way through the suburbs around his home, glad he doesn't have to deal with city traffic his entire commute. The heavy rock music turns off when he pulls into the driveway and parks, blocking a huge Honda in. It's not like they'll be going anywhere -- at least, he's not planning on it. It's odd how nice it is to find the door unlocked. The minor modicum of effort it saves Louis as he enters is appreciated. He shuts the large door and takes a few steps in, leaning on a wall as he pries off his shoes with a groan. He doesn't look up at the gentle clicking of claws on wood.

"Is my little fighter home?" A rich voice calls; Louis finds he doesn't have the strength to answer in more than an affirmative grunt. His bag drops to the floor with a thud as the heavy footsteps get closer. He cranes his neck back for a moment when the large, gray wolf towers over him, just long enough to take in her half-lidded smile. Then he slumps into her leg with another groan.

Sofia rumbles as her boyfriend leans into her thigh, wrapping his arms around her tightly-packed jeans. She reaches down and returns the gesture with a single hand, feeling his tiny torso press in, only half as big as the limb he's leaning into.

"Hello, babe," she whispers, rubbing circles into his back. "Another long day, huh?"

The human nods into her soft denim. He sighs. "I was at GovHealth."

"Ohh, fun," the towering wolfess coos, pivoting her leg slightly to rock him side to side. "You've said they're a lot of work... You want a proper hug?"

Another expected nod.

Sofia reaches down and hikes the small human up her eight-foot-two frame with practiced ease. She leans back to set him on her slight stomach before squeezing him beneath the arms, her heavy chest wrapping around his body in an embrace almost as firm. Louis's arms are light around her furry mane, and he slumps against the side of her head.

"You can barely stay up straight," the wolfess hums. "Let's go to the couch, mmm?"

He doesn't argue. Sofia's sensitive ears pick up his quiet drone of relief as he slackens his hold on her neck, his form relaxing against her. The old sofa creaks when the pair sit, a reliable yardsale find. Louis's hands roam the wolfess's form when she loosens her grip and lays down, keeping him relatively on top. Her legs hang off the end of the couch from the knee down. Her stomach and thighs form a soft cradle for Louis to lay on. It'd be more comfortable on his back, most likely, but a squeeze of the sizable pillows he's face-down in convinces him otherwise.

Sofia coos as he groans into her shirt and sinks in deeper. She shifts her grip to stroke his back while continuing to rub her chest with the other.

Each circle rocks him slightly, her breast twice the size of his head. The lack of a bra makes it even more heavenly for the human.

"Comfy?" She asks, getting a nod and a muffled hum in response. "You want to be even more comfy?"

Louis arches his neck and back with great effort to look up at her from the sea of white, tight-shirted cleavage.

"Let's get you out of those clothes," Sofia purrs, reaching down and tapping him on the nose. "I can feel you getting warm already."

Louis's face flushes -- from heat or embarrassment it's not clear. He doesn't resist when the wolfess draws him back between her breasts with a single finger. The towering anthro manipulates him with a surprising amount of deftness, her limbs and curves working in concert with her paws to expose hems, cuffs, waistbands, and zippers. Pieces of clothing come off one by one. Louis hugs her pillows and closes his eyes as she goes, jolting at the occasional teasing touch or gentle drag of a claw.

His face grows redder between her tits when her paw brushes against his hardness as she goes to undo his button and fly; Sofia's chuckle jiggles around him.

"So tired and yet so eager, hmm?"

Louis says nothing as the pants come off -- and his underwear along with them.

The wolfess coos, her paws roaming his bare form once more. "I have an idea, honey," she says. "It'd let us... snuggle, but you'd still be able to rest." Her paw stops on the small of his back, her palm covering it entirely. "How does that sound?"

The human only hesitates a moment; he nods and hums in the affirmative into her chest. Sofia smiles. She lets her hands trail his sides slowly before grabbing the hem of her shirt. The soft sound of fabric on skin and fur fills the room as she lifts, letting Louis fall into a warm bed of soft, gray fur. Her pillows envelop his head a pleasurable fraction more completely. When the shirt descends over top him, he shivers. A moan slips out, now muffled even more. His sound of complaint as Sofia sits up is quite similar.

"Oh, hush," the wolfess chides, pulling at his legs and arranging him against her, "this'll only take a moment..."

Louis stiffens as her paws brush his bare bottom-- then her jeans opened against it. With a tuck of her shirt around him and a rebuttoning of her pants, Louis finds himself surprisingly secure against her, hip to hip. He still grabs fistfuls of fur as she stands.

"Almost there," she hums, "hang on..."

He does so tightly as the wolfess leans over, breasts and stomach shifting sinfully against him. There's a jingling when she straightens up. Then he feels something wrapping around his back, tightening him against her even further; Sofia puts on her shirt harness. Her heavy breasts roll against his face as she slips the straps over her shoulders and locks it into place.

"There we are," she says, relaxing and putting her hands on her hips. "How does that feel, babe?"

Louis blinks, deep in her chest. The straps of her harness dig into his back, pressing him hard against her plush form. His legs are secured around her hips, his arms slipped naturally into the fold between her breasts and stomach. And his head is in the gray heaven of her cleavage, packed tight around him by the shirt and the harness. He yelps when Sofia gives a test bounce; the straps hold against her jiggling form.

"Seems like you won't slip," she chuckles, swaying side to side. "You like it?"

The gentle rocking of her body against his washes away the fear of falling. Louis nods, hugging her tighter. It's not the same as being held, but it's amazing in its own way. Sofia smiles as he relaxes. She strokes his back through the soft fabric, feeling his breath wash through her fur, tickling the sensitive skin of her chest. Louis's world grows warmer with each of the wolfess' deep breaths as her breasts expand around his head, the pleasurable pressure rising as they spill over his shoulders just a little more.

Another moan slips out when she raises her arms above her head in a stretch. The shirt and harness pull him in just a fraction tighter; his head slips just an inch deeper between her tits. Sofia smiles at his now-distinct outline. She closes her eyes and begins to twist from side to side, reveling in the feeling of him against her. Louis does some reveling of his own beneath the shirt. The swaying somehow emphasizes how secure he is, the grip of her harness and shirt touching him all over. The way her tits wobble around his head and his member rubs on her fur helps too.

Sofia seems to notice the last part as well; she grabs her boyfriend's rear through the shirt with a soft smack. His jolt sends little waves through her curves.

"Someone's getting excited," she teases, squeezing his ass a little as she presses him against her. "You really like this, hmm?"

Louis attempts to respond and gets a mouthful of fur. He splutters, drawing in warm and stale air between her tits. Sofia pulls at the collar of her shirt as she slackens her stance, letting her heavy breasts slip along his shoulders. She smiles down at the tiny, red face gasping between them.

"It's -- nice," Louis pants. "A bit warm, but -- nice!"

The wolfess lets her shirt go with a chuckle, the white fabric snapping back into place and covering him once more. Louis gets a moment of light softly filtering through before the walls of gray engulf him again.

"That's good to know," Sofia rumbles, her body shaking as she takes slow, measured steps. "I'm curious, though -- which part do you like more..."

The human grunts as the soft padding of his prison is squeezed. More moans slip out as the wolfess rubs her breasts, battering him with alternating waves of sensation

"...This?" She asks, drawing her heavy chest for a devastating drop; Louis feels himself bounce in the harness along with the rest of her when they fall. His woozy appreciation is cut short when something thumps into his back.

Or, rather, when he is thumped against something.

"...Or this?" Sofia purrs, pressing him against the wall. Louis groans as her breasts pillow out around him once more --- but he quickly realizes what the second option actually is. The human's lower back creaks and his legs spread further around her waist as the massive wolfess's hips drive slowly, inexorably into his own. The heavy grind pins him in place and flattens his member between his pelvis and her slit, damp fur teasing his length.

Sofia quickly leans back from the wall when his hollow gasps start being punctuated by little taps and slaps at her tits. "Too much?" She asks, pulling at her collar.

Louis nuzzles his way to the surface and pants. "On my back, yeah... With my legs like this, I just -- oohh..."

Sofia hums, slipping a finger between her cleavage to stroke his hair. "Well, I don't think putting your legs down my pants would be a good idea..." She lets her shirt slide back into place and slips her hands down her form, trailing the path of her tight leather harness. Her tail curls when she gives an experimental tug, pressing a throbbing outline against her entrance and earning a muffled hiss. The human isn't sure what she's doing when she bounces again and sways her hips; it all becomes clear with a sharp yank of the harness.

The wolfess's knees go weak as Louis's length slips roughly inside. He tenses, she tenses; he gasps her fur, she grasps his ass. Sofia's toes curl and her nails dig into the floor. She grips him harder, grips the harness harder, and starts to push and pull. Louis feels her walls doing the same. He slips his hands to her breasts and grabs firm handfuls as her whole form shakes. Deep in her chest, the wolfess' huffs and puffs are the roars of a bellows. He can barely breathe in return. Every forceful thrust sends shocks down to his toes, every wave of rippling flesh against him leaving pins and needles.

Sofia feels him slacken everywhere but his cock. She bounces on the balls of her feet to drive it deeper and feel his hips firm on hers. Louis feels the movement in her breasts and can barely breathe. He kneads his handfuls of side-boob in an effort to stave it off -- the breathing, the cumming, all of it. A guttural groan slips from the wolfess's throat. There's a pause in the rhythm. Her paw goes soft on his ass, the straps around his back not crushing him against her stomach.

His cock almost touches air instead of fur.

She yanks him in deep and the feeling is gone. Sofia consumes his world as he spills himself inside her. Ragged gasps, sweaty fur, soft curves. He feels that stretch in his legs as she leans against the wall with growling huffs, but he doesn't care. It was gentle this time -- and she'd certainly limbered him up.

The adrenaline wears off quick. Louis barely knows to gasp when the wolfess pulls off the wall with a hum. Things slacken when she lets go of the harness, but he's still secure against her, breathing through a valley of warm fur. Sofia tries to hide her own breathlessness as she bounces again just to make sure.

"Mmm... What do you think, Louis?" She asks. Her hands go to her hips, making no attempt to unmuffle her partner; the woozy satisfaction in the human's responding moan is still clear. Sofia chuckles, a hand going to his back as she slowly rocks him with a simple twist of her hips. "I like it too," she says. "You seem tired... how about we stay like this while I make dinner?"

Louis' tiny, drawn-out whimper between her tits makes the she-wolf smile. Sofia tightens the straps of her harness and turns toward the kitchen.

"I thought you'd like that," she whispers; her husky voice lulls him even closer to rest. "You just relax, babe. I promise I won't forget to give you air..."

The wolfess squeezes her chest for emphasis, earning another quiet groan. She coos teasingly as she starts toward the kitchen. A devilish idea enters her head; she wonders for a moment if her boyfriend might hear, then nearly laughs at herself. That the human would hear -- anything quiet beyond his new, heavenly headphones is doubtful.

Inside Sofia's shirt, Louis is indeed lost to the world as she moves about the house. He can hear every step she takes -- feels it through the ripples in her form. Soft, tightly-packed curves press in on him with every twist and bend of her trunk, and every time her arms brush her bountiful chest. She visits the cupboards, the fridge, the cupboard again. There isn't a single clink of dishware or silverware.

But Louis doesn't care. The warm fur, the squeeze and sound of her breaths, the hint of jasmine and the taste of sweat -- the human is in heaven. His breaths grow shallow as his consciousness slips away.

Only when Sofia shakes his world does he get an interest in anything beyond her cushy confines. The wolfess smiles as she feels him stir; the bouncing while going down the steps was unavoidable. She pretends to ignore his struggles and muffled attempts at speech until the human really digs his fingers in. She can't stifle a snicker as she tugs down her collar.

"Oh, hello Louis," she says. She lifts his face just out from her gray valley with a tug of the harness. "Sleeping well?"

The human realizes the wolfess's face is surrounded by blue as the sounds of birds filter through. His eyes grow wide and his face even redder. "What are you doing?" he asks.

Sofia's grin grows wider. "Dinner," she says. "I thought a picnic would be nice."

She lets her collar snap back up as Louis splutters and shifts the basket hanging from her arm. The extra water grew heavy. But with how warm her boyfriend had gotten against her already, it would probably be necessary. That, and she still intended to have some fun. His wriggling attempts to surface from her cleavage disguise her hum of anticipation.

"Where -- what -- Sofia!" He splutters, his mouth mostly free of fur; she answers with only a teasing hum. "Sofia, you can't -- we can't do that like this!"

"Why not?" She asks, "Don't worry, I brought the food. You haven't slipped, and we're almost there!"

"People could see us!"

"They'll see me, not you," she replies. The wolfess's cleavage shifts as she leans down toward it, letting Louis sink lower. "I took a nice look in the mirror while you were sleeping," she whispers, "and you barely show up. Just don't make any noise, and we'll be fine."

Sofia continues to walk, waiting for a reply. She huffs quietly when none came.

"Honestly, you make my tits look even bigger," she muses. "Maybe we should do this when we go out..."

The statement adds to the mess of thoughts whirling in the human's head. She's really doing this -- and he's coming along! The harness and shirt are tight enough that slipping free would be near impossible, not to mention loud. The wolfess's bouncing strides further persuade him against the idea. His mind goes to some of his girlfriend's more extravagant pieces of clothing than her plain, white shirt...

The deep-v cut mewithoutYou shirt, with lace criss-crossing her cleavage.

The loose, sideless workout tops that she'd bunch up at the hem.

That sheer black dress she'd worn the last time they went to Mauricio's just for the candlelight.

Thoughts of what it'd be like inside them come to Louis's head unbidden. How it'd feel, if it'd be as snug as this. If he'd be just as invisible as she said he was now. If his head in her chest really did make her already huge breasts look even bigger.

The thoughts aren't lost on his lower head, either -- his needy throbs are met with resistance. Sofia falters a step when she feels him twitch inside her. She'd gotten used to the feeling, the rubbing that came with walking having gone from a devious, slow source of pleasure to a baseline. But feeling him stiffen like this brings her a new wave of lust. Louis feels it from the tightening of her walls, her more determined footfalls, and the stream of husky whispers rumbling through her chest.

"Mmm, yeah, here should be nice, nice and shaded and out of the way," Sofia mumbles as she stumbles up a grassy hill. She throws down the blanket and basket, hastily kicking the former flat. Each move of her leg lifted her passenger, pressing him into her plush and slipping his dick just a little further in. Louis stifled a grunt with each one. His hands had been gripping her back tight since she'd started hustling up the hill. He both didn't want to fall and didn't want to give her even more of an erection to tease.

But he knows it's a losing battle when Sofia goes to sit down.

From afar, one could mistake the massive wolfess's slow, careful seatage for simple tiredness, soreness, or simply a consequence of her weight. Louis's extra bulk isn't entirely invisible, after all -- it's just not obvious that the extra bulk is indeed from an extra person. One that is subject to teasing coos, groans, squishes, and pushes as Sofia sits on the blanket in whatever way will both excite and not hurt. The human holds in his grunts and death-gripping when the ride pauses. He only shivers a little at the touch of her paw on his back.

Then Sofia lays down, stretching her clothes tight. Louis moans as she puffs up her chest to complete the hands-free squeeze.

"You seem a bit exited yet," she purrs, closing her eyes; he was almost in to the hilt already, every throb pulsing through her. "How about you work us up an appetite?"

Louis gets to work with a groan. He buries his face deeper in the fluff and inhales her scent as he tries to find leverage. The confines of her clothes make it an unusual challenge. Sofia giggles and jiggles when his hands pass her pits; she coos when they reach her upper chest. Grabbing there lets the human thrust that last little bit against her, helped along by the rhythm of her breathing.

A growing rumble surrounds him as he goes on, both of them feeling the tiny ripples of his impacts. The sagging of Sofia's breasts off to the sides means that he can breathe and she can listen as he works himself closer to the edge. Splutters and pants heat her cleavage, and two sets of sweat coat his face. The wolfess shimmies her hips to draw more embarrassing noises; the whimpers when he reaches his peak are her favorite.

Sofia innocently crosses her arms over her chest as Louis comes, squeezing his head and muffling his cries. She keeps him hugged tight as she slowly sits up straight, crossing her legs to ensure her trembling human's aren't bent too far the wrong way. Only when she's properly situated does she let the great, gray walls part.

Louis gasps between her tits and sucks in the hot air. The lavender perfume has long since left, leaving only the wolfess's natural musk and sweat. It makes him dizzier and the afterglow brighter than before -- or maybe that's the lack of oxygen talking. It takes him a few moments to realize that his girlfriend is talking as well.

"Hello? You in there?" Sofia asks, punctuated by shaking her chest. The splutters from between the crashing tits are answer enough for her. "Good, I was worried you'd passed out. Are you ready for dinner?"

Louis groans, managing a nod. It was going to be nice to get out of the --

He yelps when she grabs his ass hard and lifts him in her tits. He's once again able to see the sky and feel the fresh air on his face. The wolfess smiles down at him, a pasta-filled skewer in hand.

"Now, these should be neat, but if you miss anything, you've got to find it..."

It was fortunate they'd had leftover tortellini and mixed salad. It was simple to throw together cold skewers, which seemed like the best breast-food. Sofia didn't think of the picnic until right before, so she had to work with what was there. The meal went as well as it could, Louis's nose only being poked once and her breast only twice. Funneling in the water was more difficult to do cleanly and without subjecting him to a new form of waterboarding. When it's all through and the basket is repacked, Sofia smiles. She leans back against the tree they'd set up by, content to let her meal settle while Louis dozed off again. All the excitement and food got to him quick.

It also means he'll be ready for the last round of fun she has planned.

Sofia does what she can to pack up without disturbing sleeping beauty; he stirs a few times from her subdued grunts of frustration. Too much arching of the back or bending at the waist and he'll notice something is up for sure. That and not managing her mammaries could literally suffocate him.

Daydreaming about the human's red little face makes the wolfess decide that it's been long enough. She stretches with an obnoxious groan, twisting her trunk and alternating arm-circles to ensure he'd wake up. Her form is like a warm, raging sea as she continues her twists and turns; somewhere inside, Louis groans.

"Okay, babe -- I think we should be getting home," she says, slipping her fingers along the harness straps. "I'm gonna stand up!"

Louis's world wobbles anew as the wolfess carefully gets to her feet. He feels the crunch when she bends over to gather up the blanket and basket, but doesn't question the swiftness. Everything bounces as she shifts the items to her shoulder and stretches, the fabric taut across his back. It's strange listening to the excited whoosh of air from her chest when she sighs.

"You know, that was really nice," Sofia says, her hands going to her hips. "Relaxing out in the fresh air, a light meal, a little snooze -- I think we might have to do this more often, Louis."

Her ears swivel, eager to catch her boyfriend's response. She's not surprised by the muffled, non-committal grunts she gets -- but she notes the fingers curling in her fur. She chuckles quietly and starts toward the path, adjusting the basket and blanket. She slips them onto the harness to keep them out of the way for what she has in mind next. A soft moan escapes Louis as he feels the tug of straps and the vibrations of her steps. His eyes flutter open when there's no slack after a particularly tight pull.

"I should probably work off those kebabs, though," the wolfess says as her claws click onto concrete. "I meant to go for a run today..."

Sofia gives him a single second to process before she kicks off into a jog. Louis manages a small gasp as her breasts begin clapping around his head, dropping heavily on his shoulders with every downstroke. He's actually able to breathe easier than before; Sofia's lack of a bra means her tits jump with every step as she jogs, cycling the air trapped in her fur. But her scent -- musk, sweat, and the last vestiges of perfume -- is still strong with every breath he takes.

It's a full-body experience for the human, even if his head was in her tits. Every inch of her he touches feel somehow warmer than before. Sweat dampens those patches, a mix of her own and his. He can feel it rolling down her form as she goes, everything wobbling and shaking with her steady rhythm of steps. The whole thing is so sinfully hypnotic that he hardly fears falling. Every curve shaking against him, the hint of her thighs pushing him this way and that -- the natural twist of her trunk practically rocks him against her hips.

His own rock in response.

The wolfess hazards a glance down as she feels him shifting against her. She wasn't entirely sure that the harness would hold him to her, but it seemed to be working. His head really did push up her tits... if her shirt was an open top, they'd have spilled out in the first few steps. Louis's panting between them is faster than hers already. She smiles, feeling his grip tighten on her sides. His arms and legs are wrapped around her tight, his little chest fluttering against her stomach. Most of all, Sofia feels his hips bucking against hers, even as he's jostled up, down, and side to side. She chuckles; was he trying to find a rhythm, or was he trying to hide that he was doing it at all?

"Getting in a workout of your own?" She asks; Louis's fingers grip harder and his hips grow more insistent. "Well, go on -- let me feel that cardio!"

Inside her shirt, Louis tightens. He claws her back, hugging her soft form as hard as he can before tensing his lower half. Sofia takes a stagger step when she feels him poking in. A titter escapes after another step. The human's hold on her is tighter than her clothes, his whole form rigid; it's the wobble of the wolfess that drives him in and out. The sensation only makes Louis grip tighter and nuzzle into her chest, her sweat slipping past his lips. He holds steady as she continues her run, almost skipping now. Every step comes with an embarrassed noise of pleasure in her throat.

They quickly turn into soft curses as he throbs, little twitches of his member pushing on her walls. Sofia arches her back as she slows near an intersection; it pulls him centimeters deeper. She pants, eyes closed. It takes all her will to not grab him and push herself over the brink. She tightens at the sound of a carhorn; someone at the intersection waves her across.

She feels him spill the first step she takes.

The wolfess yelps, her tail shooting straight out. Warmth floods between her legs. Her eyes flutter, and her body threatens to stop. She pushes across the street and leans down at the other side, passing it off as tiredness. A low groan reverberates through her as she shivers. Her thighs curl, working in tandem with her inner muscles to draw out every ebb of pleasure as her chest heaves around his head. She'd straighten up again to pull him even deeper if she didn't think her knees would give.

Slowly, her tail lowers, the sensations of him inside her dying down to the occasional ebb and twitch.

"...That was a good run, don't you think, Louis?"

She pauses, holding her breath to let him speak. Then she looks down at her chest. "Louis?"

The wolfess pulls her collar as low as she dares and reaches in to tip the human's face back -- only to find him asleep, rather than passed out as she'd feared. Sofia lets him sink back beneath the gray waves with a smile.

This time, she'd really let him rest...