Big Tiddy Goth-Clown: Date Night (WIP) (Patreon)

Currently in progress from LucLucilleCJ

In the months following the fateful dark magic mishap resulting in the fusion of Larkin and Strider. The pair were as strikingly different as ever, but now more than at ease with their fused state, becoming more and more familiar with the everyday aspect of sharing a body with another woman. Their daily routines were now set, and the morning ritual of Strider putting on her pale foundation and bright lipsticks could now happen independently of Larkin’s magical rehearsals into her codex. 

They no longer battled and struggled for control over their shared body, now understanding a subtle system of urging commands from the other that prompted them to give up control of their half in complete trust of the woman opposite. For instance, if a particular artifact in the window of an antique store caught the dark pupil eye of Larkin, there was no longer any need to communicate this, just a soft sensation gently urging the clown she shared her shoulders with to relinquish her autonomy for a moment, allowing their body to, in better coordination, turn and move toward the store. Strider could be a bit more… pushy in these urgings, however, often in a bid of over-excitement completely dominating her unassuming bodymate’s autonomy and seizing control over their limbs to rush off in the direction of a party store. 

Despite this, the Goth and the Clown still predominantly lived in harmony, growing closer and more in touch with their partners' contrasting personalities by the day, the thought of trying to separate a distant memory as they embraced the life of sharing control over a common body. However, a rising sensation made itself more apparent in parallel to this growing familiarity and comfort. The undeniable and insatiable sexual desire began to dominate the pair’s minds. Compounded by Strider’s innately enormous libido (which was once tempered by Larkin’s aversion to relationships), the form the pair shared served as a constant reminder of their repressed sexuality, their impossibly large bustline, often displayed with deep cleavage from the low-cut tops picked out by Strider, constantly jiggled and shook in front of them, drawing the attention of everyone in front of them. Stuffing their full, heavy breasts into their tight bras every morning was an undeniably sensual experience which Larkin labored to repress, pressing and groping each other’s tits, hands ‘accidentally’ rubbing together in the process caused Strider to bite her lip and moan softly, to the immediate withdrawal of Larkin. But as each day passed, the arousal grew larger too in Larkin’s mind, gradually letting Strider be more adventurous in these activities, running her finger softly around Larkin’s areola and even gently stroking the surface of their shared vagina through their panties, before the Goth pulled away again. Each day, they grew lewder and lewder, as Larkin took longer and longer to flinch as she slowly gave in to the deep arousal within her. But the deep, primal longing to satisfy this sexual urge remained, following the pair throughout their day, every day. The sensation of fullness in their abdomen as blood vessels expanded, quickening breaths, and wetness between their legs grew frequent, forcing Larkin on multiple occasions to seize control of the body to much resistance and fight from Strider to seclude the women in a bathroom to keep the clown from tearing their clothes off and jumping on the first man in sight. 

Their breaking point came on a summer afternoon. To escape the heat that made her melt in her leather and felt outfits, Larkin had chosen to use her half of the day to take herself and Strider shopping at her favorite alternative clothing store, filled to the brim with the dark and dreary aesthetic that she fed off. The conjoined pair’s shopping spree went as usual, receiving countless piercing stares from patrons that shot from their chest, then immediately up and remained at their shoulder and head level, shocked by their anatomy, before then back to their hips and ass as they passed by. Strider still adored this, shooting flirtatious winks and short comments back at the spectators. 

“Like what you see don’t you boys? How’s about you come meet me and my best friend here later for-“ Strider was interrupted by the voice adjacent to her

“Shut up, we’re not interested, keep moving, creep” Larkin snarled back

Things didn’t improve once they were in the store either, the cutest outfits stretched desperately under their immense mass, making a futile effort to encompass their enormous bust and hips, with Larkin’s choice bra of the day, a deep purple lace bra, immediately snapping after Strider took a breath just too deep after finally strapping it on, and with the bra snapping, so did Larkin. Furiously snatching control of the body from the clown she shared it with to drag their original top back on and barge out of the store. In a rare instance of situational awareness, Strider did not fight back, letting the goth march back across the mall in silence to the parking lot, resisting the urge to flaunt for the prying eyes of onlookers who gawked as the women’s forceful stomping caused their assets to ripple and shake even more. Strider maintained her ‘backseat’ role in the car as normal, being the abhorrently irresponsible and distractable driver she was, Larkin was in charge of driving anyway. After pulling out of their parking spot and making it to the main road, the urging came back in a wave. An immense feeling of absence built up inside them, longing for the fulfillment of a partner to satisfy their urges, Strider as usual feeling it the most, involuntarily breaking through Larkin’s dominance to wriggle in their seat in discomfort with a soft moan. 

“Will you fucking quit it?” Larkin snapped immediately 

“I’m sorry Lar Lar-“

“Don’t even start with that” 

“Okay okay I get it, but clearrrly you’re pent up baby, I know I am, jeez its been months since I’ve gotten some lovin” Strider trailed off, peering longingly through the tinted windows, biting her lip gently. Silence filled the car for several moments. 

“If you’d just let me show you what some of the stuff at home can do, maybe you’d start feeling better! Let me help you get off, it’ll put you in a better mood” 

“The only  damn reason I’m, - we’re feeling like this is because of your degenerate horny instincts, it's so… primal.” Larkin retorted 

The silence returned, but the absence of talking didn’t remedy their arousal, only allowing Strider’s mind to wander further, daydreaming of wild, raw animal sex, walking into a bar, and taking home the first guy they made eye contact with. The tension reached its peak as they pulled into the garage, Larkin now unable to resist the urges, reached down and pretended to scratch her inner thigh, ‘accidentally’ brushing the back of her hand against their panties, failing to fool the clown. 

“Nngnh, see? I know you want it too, just stop resisting it, and let’s have some fun!” Strider exclaimed, taking back control of her side of the body to place her arm around Larkin and shaking her playfully, the movement of their thighs only exacerbating the erotic pleasure between their legs. Larkin sat still and silent for a moment, in deep thought, before relaxing entirely, as Strider felt the sensation to the entire body return to her. Giving Larkin’s fingers a wriggle and her foot a tap to confirm, she knew what this meant, darting out of the car and straight to the pair’s bedroom, slamming the door behind them. 

Hours passed before the goth and the clown came out again. Their hair in a frizzy mess entangled with each other, holding their heads even closer than normal with their cheeks pressed against one another. The remainders of their outfit were strewn across the floor in a line leading from the front door to the bedroom, the floor of which itself was littered with the near entirety of Strider’s sex toy collection.  Not yet used to this level of sexual exertion, Larkin was naturally exhausted as compared to the ever-chipper and energetic Strider, who assumed authority over their body and strutted it into the shower. The steaming water coated every inch of the women’s shared form, drenching their absurd curves which now forced either their ass or breasts to be tightly pressed against the glass, depending on which side they stood closer to. Strider let out a deep and relieved sigh, inflating their chest even further and causing their nipples to rub gently against the glass. 

“Now wasn’t that just what you need Larkin? We felt the same things the whole time so you must be as satisfied as me.”

Larkin was silent for a few moments, still shell-shocked from their marathon session of self-pleasure before starting. 

“Yeah… I have to admit, it felt good. But that’s the last time. You’ve got your urges out and can stop bothering me with them, I don’t want you shoving everything in the house inside us for hours to be some weekly ritual.” 

 “We’ll see-eee” Strider retorted in a sing-song tone, pitching up on the latter vowel. 

“But I wouldn’t be so certain this is gonna be the last time babe.” 

“It is.” Larkin snapped back 

“Just saying to keep an open mind” Strider corrected, playfully sliding her hand down to Larkin’s half of their ass, barely within reach across their wide hips, and giving a soft squeeze, to which Larkin swatted away, prompting a mischievous giggle from the clown. 

Larkin stretched to reach across and grab their loofa and body wash, prompting Strider to surrender her control to most easily apply it, a prompt which was immediately rejected, and overruled by an intense sensation in return for Larkin to submit, accompanied by the clown’s verbal instruction. 

“Let me handle it, take a breather why don’t you” 

Too exhausted to keep bickering, Larkin reluctantly obliged and watched as the limbs in front of her began to move independently of her commands. Strider swiftly flicked the cap of the body wash open, lathering a massive amount onto the loofa and setting it back down on the shelf. The clown was slow and sultry, bending at the hips and pushing their two-toned ass outward as she slid the loofa slowly up and down their side. The bending motion forced both their butt and tits to be pressed forcefully against the glass of the shower, pushing each set of assets even further outwards, exaggerating their size. 

“Fuuckk, we’re just soooo big now aren’t we babe” Strider teased, standing back up straight and running the loofa towards the top of their breasts, squeezing the soap out of it to drip and run down their rack, rubbing it between their titanic, yet shapely breasts. Larkin rolled her eyes so hard you could hear it, leaving the clown to have her fun, until the loofa moved even further down, to their inner thighs and crotch, before falling to the floor as Strider’s arm moved to rub on the outside of their labia, and Larkin’s under the clown’s control groped the goth’s breast, squeezing and shaking it. Larkin gets pissed, and tries to take back control, bit of a fight, stalemate goes half-half,