Swan Girls - Find Her at the Club, Bubby Full of Bub (Patreon)

“Miss Coral! It’s good to see you here! I hear your 19th birthday was a big hit?” the owner of The Loft nightlife and dance club came out to greet her.

“Thanks Bernard,” Coral replied to her father’s employee. “It was nice. May I come in to dance?”

“Of course, of course! We will keep a close eye on you... for your protection, of course. Otherwise, our security will be discreet. You won’t even know they were here,” he promised.

“Uh huh,” Coral smiled. It would be kind of fun to prove them wrong about being unseen. Maybe even get in a bit of trouble... but no. No sense having them report to her father that she came looking for trouble.

“Remember, your father specified a two drink limit for you, one per hour. But considering how you’re a grown woman now, what say we give you one more? We won’t tell him,” Bernard winked.

“How kind of you,” Coral acknowledged his gift... which was all but meaningless now. She began to take off the small cardigan that was meant to cover up her torso but couldn’t quite manage anymore, and the expensive purse slung over her shoulder.

The coat check girl took it, her gaze lingering on Coral’s nubile body longer than necessary. The admiration didn’t escape Coral’s attention.

“Ahem,” Bernard’s professional demeanor slipped slightly as his breath caught in his throat at the sight of Coral as well. But he recovered quickly and made it a point not to stare at his employer’s daughter’s body and the interesting necklace that adorned her torso.

“Will you be needing the safe, maam?”

Coral’s hand rose to brush the blue gems sparkling against her skin. “No, I’ll look after this. Thank you, Bernard.”

“Have a nice time, Miss Coral.”

“That I can definitely do!”

She stepped into the dark shroud of The Loft club, the sound of her clacking, strappy black heels inaudible over the bone-rattling thump of the bassline. Inaudible for everyone save herself, of course. It was just so easy to test and use her powers in the most casual, throwaway experiments. Whatever she thought of to challenge herself, she’d excelled. The smell of human musk swirling with the powerfully blowing air conditioning did not escape her notice either. She wrinkled her nose. It wasn’t unpleasant, but there was an oddly familiar note in it she would never have been able to pick out before receiving her mo... Freya’s gift.

She sauntered over to the bar with its cool, blue lightning underneath the counter. The female bartender saw Coral, peeked at something beneath the counter, then skipped to Coral’s service ahead of some others who were waiting.

Coral’s eyes glowed as she stole a peek at what the bartender was looking at. It was a portrait of her! Now slightly outdated, of course. In quite a dramatic way. She’d always wondered how they knew who she was!

“Margarita,” Coral ordered. When the bartender went to fetch a fresh wedge of lime from a container, the hint of fresh, zesty juice hit her right in her enhanced nostrils. “And gimme a few extra limes, would you?” The sweet and sour acid cutting through the musk of the club invigorated her senses.

“Of course, miss.” She poured two liquors into a metallic shaker along with a scoop of ice, a pour of lime juice, and performed a little routine for any onlookers. A rimmed lip of salt, a tall pour, some garnish (with extra limes), and Coral was good to go.

Turning to face the dance floor, Coral poured the whole citrus drink down her gullet and licked the salt off the rim. It was a strange sensation for her enhanced taste buds—knowing that she’d ingested too much at once while yet still being able to handle it without grimacing or gagging—but ripping into a fresh lime made the entire experience pretty refreshing. Her perfect, gleaming teeth carved right through the fruit’s flesh and fibers as the sour and salt brewed a different kind of funny cocktail in her mouth.

As Coral chomped citrus, she automatically scanned each and every person in the club with her x-ray vision. She hadn’t meant to or put any conscious thought into it, but a few seconds later, it was simply done. And she recognized someone on the dance floor too.

Oh no. It was her ex, Evan Baxter. The wrong scent identified at last.

Ex-Lax, as she called him, was the one she gave her virginity to. She was younger, almost as beautiful as she was now, and lacking both experience and super strength. He was drunk. She pretended to be. He made advances, and not knowing what to do, she’d agreed.

The whole thing was a sloppy and disappointing affair. His breath reeked of alcohol, he was semi-hard, and barely had he gotten his pathetic thing inside of her did the whole event end. And no, he hadn’t finished. Not unless thrusting two or three times inside of Coral and declaring his drunken dedication to her enormous boobs before completely falling asleep meant finishing.

What was the point? She had a better time touching herself than dealing with smooth as ex-lax. Coral considered asking Candace about it, but what would her big sister know about it? Not that they were close in that way anyway. Candace wasn’t just inexperienced, as far as Coral knew. No, whenever Coral brought up the subject, Candace was flat out embarrassed and tight-lipped about it, always changing the subject. If Coral insisted, Candace simply got upset and went away.

So not only had Coral soured on both drunken debauchery and sex... to make matters worse, she heard rumors about how Ex-Bax had “laid” her as some sort of conquest. He, son of a moderately wealthy restauranter, had banged Coral real good! And how he had been a total stud as Coral constantly begged him for more sex.

That was a short relationship, even compared to her short line of relationships.

And now he was in here, older and yet no less despicable as far as her super hearing could pick up. And it could pick up things from quite far away. He had a new girl out on the dance floor... and was bragging about how he knew the owner of The Loft!

“Another margarita,” Coral said to the bartender with her back turned. She had been moving to serve someone else, but immediately came back.

“I believe I was instructed to wait at least an hour before serving you another, miss. I’m terribly sorry...”

Coral turned to look at the busy woman. She placed her dainty hand on the back of her palm and squeezed gently, nearly eliciting a yelp of pain from the beleaguered woman.

“It’s my birthday gift. I want to cash it in. No more after this one for tonight, I promise.” How was she supposed to tell the bartender that she couldn’t get drunk anymore? She simply squeezed a tiny bit harder.

“Ahh,” the bartender gasped in pain before Coral let go. She cradled her throbbing hand. “Y-yes, Miss Coral...”

A little slower to mix this drink, the bartender finally slid it over to Coral. With extra limes.

“Thanks. And sorry. You won’t get into trouble, I promise.”

So saying, an insatiable Coral downed the whole thing, slammed the whole glass back onto the bar, then strode out onto the dance floor. She wanted to make sure that Ex-Lax looked anything but smooth today.

“I can make you feel real good,” Evan was telling his date as they dry-humped. “The girls I’ve been with always say I’m the best they ever had.”

“Oh really?” his date giggled as she bent forward and dug her ass cheeks harder against him. “I can’t wait to try it out...”

Coral gracefully snaked her way through the crowd, only bumping into a few people with her unyielding breasts and pushing them out of the way. They were the largest part of her anatomy, after all.

“Hey Evan,” Coral put on a saccharine smile.

“C-Coral!?” he asked, as soon as he managed to pull his eyes away from her slender waist and eye-popping breasts. His ogling did not go unnoticed by her date.

“You two know each other?” the brunette asked, a little bit miffed. And with a lot of envy. If this blonde was going to ruin her date... she might be destined to lose this battle.

“You could say that,” Coral smirked.

Evan looked at his date. Then back at Coral. He decided to try and run a bluff. Shy, not-so-little Coral wouldn’t put up much of a fight anyway, right?

“You just couldn’t stay away, could you, Coral? Missed me that much?” Evan winked slyly. “We used to date,” he explained.

“Yeah,” Coral confirmed. “Used to. Hi, I’m Coral. My father owns this club.” She extended her hand.

“Oh. Oh! Really? Nice to meet you. I’m Emma,” she took Coral’s hand. “So she’s the reason why you said you know the owner of this club?”

“Uh... heh heh...,” Evan chuckled, at a total loss for words.

Coral smiled. One stupid bragging point disarmed. And now for the other...

The blonde supergirl sized up the brunette Evan had chosen. She had to admit, he had good taste. Which was perhaps a bit arrogant of Coral to think, since... well. But Emma was pretty. A solid and respectable ‘8’. And it wasn’t like Evan didn’t have the looks or the suave. Just the character inside and his sexual performance were both quite lacking.

Coral let the handshake linger for a bit longer than just introduction or friendliness required. She let her long, soft fingers stroke Emma’s skin, gliding over the back of her calm as her thumb tickled the palm, leaving tingling desire to linger and tickle Emma’s nerves. And it was nice to have confirmation that her little gambit worked when her hearing picked up the quickening heartbeat of her chosen plaything.

“Well, it was a little unfair of me to say so,” Evan recovered. “I just wanted to impress you. Coral, you won’t mind if we use one of the private rooms upstairs, do you?” He looked at her endearingly, betting that she would simply acquiesce him and let him continue his date. “Those are only reserved for the true VIP guests,” he clicked his tongue and winked at Emma.

Coral heard, but ignored Evan’s request. People were dancing around her, and the more she looked at Emma’s light brown eyes, the more she thought about how good rubbing her breasts against that boy earlier in the day, about how fucking aroused she’d made Alysha and how she’d wish she’d gone further with her, was turning Coral on. And if Emma was interested, as her swishing blood and hummingbird heartbeat indicated, Coral could kill two birds with one stone. Right now.

Her irresistible perfume wafted off her skin and her scalp as Coral’s own body began to flush with arousal. If her skin weren’t so perfect and invulnerable, she would’ve been flushed red as a tomato. And that perfume, just like the perfect makeup around her eyes and the tan, smooth, even perfection of her invulnerable skin, was simply a part of her now. Fragrant, irresistible, and undeniable.

Coral’s pheromones overpowered the entire club’s atmosphere. That super scent of hers hit both Emma and Evan right in their pleasure centers as soon as they inhaled it. They both stiffened slightly as their privates responded under the influence of Coral’s sweet, sweet airborne sexual domination.

The fact that she was twisting their desires so easily caused Coral’s pride to surge as well as to stoke her own arousal. She involuntarily and automatically released another burst as her pussy began to pulse powerfully in anticipation.

“Tell you what, Evan. Why don’t I show her around? You can... do whatever it is you do. Disappoint another girl, maybe,” Coral sneered.

“Hnn... Coral! You wound me!” He tried to play it cool, but his sweating face and his broken voice betrayed his crippling arousal.

“That sounds... nice,” Emma stared at Coral in pure, wanton lust and adoration. The girl was already beautiful, but suddenly it was like seeing Aphrodite in the flesh!

Coral licked her lips. She could taste the salt of both their arousal in the air. In fact, Coral thought she could even hear Evan’s balls churning as they roiled with desperate desire! Maybe just one more push...

“Well, it was... seeing you again was an event!” Coral chirped. She kissed the tips of her fingers, let her heated arousal build in her body and fill her lungs, then exhaled a short, sharp, hot exhale right into Evan’s face.

The effect was even more dramatic than she’d expected. Evan shuddered and groaned as an embarrassing stain began to soak through his slacks, emphasized by the occasional blacklight sweeping by.

“And you thought I would miss that!?” Coral mocked as Evan’s face contorted in pure sexual climax.

“Nnng! F-fuck!” he moaned as his hips continued to buck involuntarily. Each contraction heralded another burst of fluid spreading in his trousers. Emma gasped in shock at what she was witnessing.

Coral gave her a look and rolled her eyes. She mouthed to her, “he was always like this.”

“C-Coral!” he screamed as her pheromones continued to waft off of her body and assault him. He needed her so badly! He reached out with a trembling arm and...

“Ew!” Coral placed her little palm on his chest and gave him the tiniest of shoves. He collapsed onto the floor and slid a few feet across the polished stone, bumping into some other people.

“That’s so embarrassing!” Emma gawked as he profusely apologized to the people he’d inconvenienced. All while trying to keep his hands over his groin.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here before he decides to embarrass himself some more in front of us. You still want a tour of the private rooms?”

“Oh hell yeah!”

Coral took her obedient, seduced beyond hope toy by the hand and headed to a roped off area. The security guard immediately let them pass, and off the two girls went. Coral giggled the whole way while Emma tried to keep up with her new suitor’s pace. How did she wear those heels and still move so quickly and precisely!?

Soon, they were in one of the vaunted private rooms. Lush red carpet and some soft looking couches with small tables meant for holding liquor decorated the room. It wasn’t that much, but Emma knew that these would cost a fortune to rent. Especially if it included bottle service.

“What do you think?” Coral asked as she finally let go of Emma’s hand to slide the latch, assuring their privacy. She could hear one of the club’s guard’s taking up station outside the room right through the soundproofed door. “Not that special, huh?”

“I guess, sometimes, it’s what beneath the surface that counts,” Emma looked at Coral with no hint of coyness.

“Oh really?” Coral traced her curves, letting her fingers run underneath her breasts as she hefted them. “It wasn’t what was on the surface that interested you?”

To ensure that her braggadocio worked as intended, Coral puckered her lips and blew a sweet kiss toward Emma. A proven tactic.

Emma shuddered as she sucked in Coral’s chemical assault.

“You’re... too good to be true,” she whispered, all pretense gone.

“Not at all. Let me show you.”

Coral grabbed Emma by the hand once more. Emma squealed in excitement as the two crashed onto the deep couch. Soon, their lips and tongues were exploring each others’ as more of Coral’s heated perfume filled the air. Emma whined and moaned as she just melted into the unyielding firmness and voluptuous shape of Coral’s curves. Her skin was so smooth, and she smelled like a subtle hint of flowers carried on a spring breeze on a clear day. In short, heaven.

Their lips met, Emma’s body melting into Coral’s kiss. They were soon reaching up each others’ dresses, both eager to feel the other girls’ touch.

Coral relaxed her nether lips, letting Emma’s fingers explore them freely. She knew from her brief experience that no one would be strong enough to penetrate her even a millimeter if she denied it.

Meanwhile, her own fingers moved freely, exploring Emma’s body, tracing up Emma’s supple thighs before reaching the sweet junction of her hips. Of course, her own strength was unopposable, but Emma wasn’t about to try and stop her. Quite the opposite.

As the two girls petted each other, Coral’s fingers tracing Emma’s lips, dancing to the rhythm of Emma’s thumping heartbeat as she pressed her powerful finger against Emma’s dripping clit, Emma gasped and broke away from the kiss as Coral drove her to madness. The brunette hung on tight as she pressed her head into the crook of Coral’s neck, trying her best to fiddle with and satisfy Coral with her own trembling hand as she quickly lost control of her body to sexual rapture.

The sound of slick rubbing and female moaning filled the room over the background sound of the thumping music below. As Coral’s fingers pressed gently but firmly against Emma’s slick and engorging nub, tracing circles around it with regularity and in tempo with the music below. Emma shuddered and gripped Coral’s flank tightly as she gave up her quest in pleasuring her new blonde friend. She pressed her own smaller breasts, feeling them flatten against Coral’s own unyielding ones. Her hips thrust back and forth against Coral’s steamy thigh along with the soft swish of her dress rubbing against her flawless skin..

Coral just smiled as she played Emma like a fiddle. A few more swirls, and Emma moaned into Coral’s neck as a small gush of juice erupted from her pussy. After a few powerful clenches, Coral removed her slick fingers before it became too much to bear for poor Emma. Her bewitched brunette bounty just lay slack against Coral, breathing deeply and enjoying the scent of her lover.

“Oh fuck... oh fuck, that was so good!” Emma moaned.

Coral was enjoying herself too.The odd tightness and pressure she’d felt in her breasts earlier that day was back, and even more intense, her chest giving off a subtle warmth.

“Not to brag, but I did a lot better than Evan would have. I can guarantee you that.”

Emma reached down for Coral’s own bud once more, wanting to reciprocate the deed.

“Your boobs,” Emma nuzzled once more, feeling her arousal re-ignite despite her recent climax. She just couldn’t get enough of this girl!

“Mm, yeah?” Coral lay back and closed her eyes as she subtly maneuvered herself with her flight, guiding Emma’s fingers in just the right way. “Harder,” she urged, doing some of the work herself.

“They’re so big,” Emma admired. “And your body is so hard! You must be so ripped!” she positively gushed.

Emma’s enthusiasm was nice, but it just wasn’t doing enough for Coral. However, she thought of an easy fix...

“You want to feel them?” Coral asked while she basically humped Emma’s hand, float-sliding up and down in her seat.

“Yes, yes! Can I, pleeeease?” She retracted her hand from Coral’s thrusting body and licked the sweet nectar off her fingers. Emma’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head. “God, you taste so good too!”

“Stop, you’re turning me on!” Coral teased. “By the way, I love having my breasts rubbed and my nipples sucked. I can come just from that alone...”

Coral slowly, torturously slid one thin spaghetti strap off of her slim shoulders. She looked down at her generous decolletage and gave Emma a knowing glance, noting with glee that the girl was far too distracted with her breasts to make eye contact before she slid the other strap off her shoulder as well. With only her hands cupping the expensive silk fabric to her chest, she let the moment linger in the air as Emma began to audibly whine at the anticipation of seeing Coral’s bountiful bosoms.

And then she gasped when Coral finally revealed those luscious orbs.

Her dark brown nipples looked so delicious, both of those mouth-watering protuberances topping the most appealing, unforgiving, gravity-defying breasts that Emma had ever laid eyes on. Any woman would kill for a pair of breasts like that—including those who’d had special work done. If anyone had a picture of Coral’s breasts, then she would for sure be the ultimate model that every woman who went under the knife would have wanted to look like.

Emma sucked up a thin trail of drool before it could actually escape her lips.

Coral laughed.

“You want to feel? I like having them squeezed and massaged... and my nipples sucked. Help me out here?” Coral’s smoky voice invaded Emma’s mind as the blonde began to reach down to her completely bare, silky smooth nether lips and inserted two fingers into herself powerfully.

Emma needed no further prompting. She practically threw herself onto Coral’s exposed torso, running her fingers over those objects of her ultimate desire, tracing their shape and cupping their hefty weight in the palms of her hands, trying to commit the sight and sensation of the world’s most erotic creature into her mind.

“Harder,” Coral urged as she struggled to remain rooted by gravity.

Emma squeezed for all she was worth as she tried to roll those pornstar tits in her hands. They were so warm to the touch, with the slightest give before they suddenly refused to budge!

“Good...” Coral whispered, pressing her cheek against Emma’s head. Her blonde hair spilled all over Emma’s face, suffocating her with more of Coral’s silk and arousal. “Play with my nipples too... please.”

Emma grabbed Coral’s further breast and pinched that nipple in between her fingers. Both she and Coral gasped at the same time. Coral, because she felt a jolt of electricity course through her supercharged, sensitive body. And Emma because those nipples felt like that were vibrating powerfully of its own accord while being harder than steel!

“Pinch it! Squeeze it! Harder! You won’t hurt me!” Coral urged.

Emma punished Coral’s nipples for all she was worth, but nothing seemed to be too much for this blonde powerhouse. She could feel Coral’s lascivious body heating up while her outer arm continued to piston away at her lower body. Emma so desperately wanted to give Coral an orgasm worthy of the one Coral had inspired in her. And that other nipple was still idle, and looked so inviting...

Emma dove forward and latched onto it with her lips.

“Yesss!” Coral gushed.

The brunette girl nipped and nibbed at that large nub gently as she continued to roll Coral’s heavy breast in her hand.

“Harder! You can’t hurt me!” Coral ordered impatiently. She’d never felt so good before! None of the small handful of superpowered orgasm she had under her belt had built up quite like this before! There was a delightful, foreign sensation welling her body, a pressure in her breast so inexorable that she just had to let it out...

As Emma chewed and sucked for all she was worth, Coral sighed and let the floodgates open. Her prodigious breast flesh began to ripple as she felt the onset of a nipply orgasm begin to take its course.

A stream of milk erupted from that nipple as Coral cried out in orgasm, simultaneously curling her fingers inside of her hungry pussy while rubbing her throbbing clit with her thumb. Her hips bucked, her glutes clenched, and her strong nipple vibrated in Emma’s mouth as she let down her milk right into Emma’s waiting mouth.

Emma’s eyes opened wide in shock. This girl was lactating!?

But she didn’t have much time to think or worry about it. The taste of it, so divine, so heavenly, so cloying and commanding as it coated her tongue... the force of that stream of milk gushing into her mouth and hitting the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow in deep, thirsty gulps...

Emma began to orgasm as well. Her suffocated scream echoed through Coral’s unyielding body as she began to hump Coral’s thigh once more, bucking harder than ever as her pussy gushed and gushed in ultimate pleasure!

Emma continued to suck involuntarily now, like a baby at breast. She wanted more of Coral’s milk. She needed more. Her body grew more powerful, her bones hardening, her jaw clenching with more force as she swirled her tongue against Coral’s nippled and licked up every last drop.

“W-whoa...” Coral gasped as the throes of her ecstatic climax wound down. “What was that?!”

Emma just continued to suck greedily.

The sensation of having her nipple teased felt nice, but that breast seemed to have been satisfied. However, Coral’s other nipple was still aching, her breast still so full...

“Emma, this one,” Coral picked up the girl with both hands without even thinking, pulling the helpless brunette off of her pacifier with a loud, wet smack. She effortlessly maneuvered Emma across her body, like a weightless doll, and placed her mouth at her other breast.

As soon as Emma latched on with unexpected force, Coral closed her eyes and felt that pressure subside once more as she let down her milk.

Emma screamed once more as one hand clutched Coral’s free breast and squeezed with far more force than before. The other reached behind Coral’s back and clutched against her sculpted back as Emma slammed her hips into Coral’s body, over and over and over.

“Oh god, that’s good!” Coral moaned. She’d never been caressed so forcefully before!

When Coral was finally satisfied and the budding pressure left her body, she picked up Emma and placed her on the couch at her side. The two women panted in pleasure.

“Coral... I feel so... good...” Emma moaned.

“It was good for me too.” Coral wasn’t lying. But exactly what had just happened!? She hadn’t exactly aced sex ed, but she was pretty sure you had to be preggers before you made milk. Usually.

“No, I mean... Good?So healthy! Full of energy! Oh my god! You just made me come so hard like five times, and I feel like I could run a marathon!” Emma wrapped her arms around Coral once more and squeezed.

It didn’t hurt. Not even close. But Coral could feel the difference. A remarkably powerful hug.

“I... I... I think I lov...” Emma gulped and caught herself.

The brunette even smelled different too. The scent was oddly familiar...

“Emma, thanks,” Coral tried to get the desperate, needy girl off of her. “But sit back.”

The girl bounced off of her instantly, now a precise foot away on the plush seats and actually vibrating with the conflicting desires to sit put and crawl all over Coral again.

“Coral! Please! I’ll get to see you again, won’t I? I’m sorry if I came on too strong!” Emma practically begged.

“Yes, yes! I’m not just going to disappear on you! Here, give me your phone.”

Emma quickly let go of Coral and fetched her phone with trembling hands. Coral punched in a number, then called it.

“There, I have yours too now. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Coral reassured her new... mystery.

Emma clutched the phone to her seemingly larger chest, cradling it like her most prized possession. In fact, her whole outfit looked a little more snug in all the right places. Coral was certain the brunette’s legs were longer and her whole build a little more slender. A lot closer to a ‘9’ than an ‘8’ now.

“Thank you...” she said breathlessly, looking at Coral with pure adoration in her eyes.

Coral slipped her dress back on, covered herself up, and wondered just what new twists and turns were in store for her now…

“And if you run into Baxter again, tease the shit out of him, dance him half to death, and give him nothing.”

An evil gleam appeared in Emma’s eyes. “You bet!”