Biggest Titty Goth GF! (Patreon)

When asked what your type is by your friends, you’ve always given them the same response. Big titties, and goth. Being a bit of a meme around the internet, they always saw it as at least a bit of a joke and cheered with you whenever you said it. There’s a bit of truth in every joke though, well, in this case, there’s a lot of truth in this joke. That’s why upon finding out there’s a girl in one of your classes that perfectly fits this description, plus many more fine attributes, you decided this is the only chance you’ll get.

Approaching her after lecture, you struggle with what exactly to say, opting for a rather bland “Hey, where you goin?” Not your greatest work, but at the very least it gets her attention. “Uh, just to my next class. What's up?” You decide to pop the question right away, thinking that it'd be easier just to ask her out now and not waste any time if she’s got a boyfriend or something. “I just wanted to ask if you’d be down to get coffee or boba or something tomorrow? You down?” She looks a little surprised at your proposition, but she gives a rather surprising response. “You’re asking me out? You coulda just said that, for sure.”

Her answer catches you way off guard, giving her the perfect opportunity to manifest a purple orb at the tip of her finger and tap you in the forehead with it. “Owwww, shiiit! Why did you?” You stammer, confused by why your voice is coming sounding just like hers. That little tap felt like a knockout punch, but you’re still standing, and your head doesn't really hurt at all. “Don’t worry about it, it’s just a little shit test I do with guys. I can turn us back whenever.” She explains vaguely.

Your vision catches sight of yourself, having to look up to make eye contact with him. Immediately looking down, noticing weight on your body in places that it shouldn’t be, you find out exactly what she’s done. Two, massive, braless breasts are attached to your chest, only held together by the thin fabric of her shirt. You honestly didn’t notice until now how obviously see-through the shirt is, and how clearly visible her thick nipples were and are now. Except, that you’re now the one in possession of this body.

“The… the… what do I have to do?” You cool your temper, trying to not make a powerful girl like her upset. “Oh, it’s pretty typical stuff. Just prove you’re not some sort of perv who only wants me for my body. Just don’t touch yourself or have anyone else but me touch you in any sexual way until our date. Easy.” With how laid back she sounds, you decide to get a bit playful with her to advance your relationship a bit. “But, man, this shirt is tight.” You complain, before letting a titty loose right in front of her. You lose your balance for a second due to previously contained and supported weight being let loose all of the sudden, but you recover quickly.

“Well, that’s a new one. Not against the rules…” She says, surprisingly not sounding upset more than she is amused. “I’d be careful doing that though.” She takes her large, male hands and gropes your breasts, both of the ones in and out of the shirt. She even pinches and pulls your nipples a bit, which elicits a soft moan from you. “Those girls are my biggest weakness. I bet you can probably feel that oven between your legs burning up as I speak.”

She’s not wrong, the urge to masturbate is already creeping into your mind just from that bit of stimulation. “There is a punishment beyond not dating me if you fail, to keep my potential partners a little extra motivated. If you lose, you won’t keep my body, but you’ll get one very close to it. Of course, with the added effect that your tits will keep swelling heavier if you continue pleasuring yourself or get pleasured. A pretty hefty toll, but everyone that has gotten with me before has ended up paying it eventually.”

Her words are scary to be sure, but you basically have a guaranteed date landed with a big titty goth girl. Plus you get to live in her body for a bit. But, that added part about no one has passed her test yet is a little daunting. “I don’t mean to be intrusive. But, how often to you… uhmm… touch yourself to remain satisfied daily?” “Once when I wake up, between every class, and around three times at night. My body is pretty used to it, it’ll be craving it before long…”