The Gamer Chapter 1468 – 27 Days of Preparation 21 – Butts are more Fun (Patreon)

The posterior of his favourite fairy was placed in front of him. A gorgeous convex below a gentle concave, painted into reality in a white so pure it glowed softly in the artificial light of the room. From the back of her hips, the deposit of juicy meat rose in a manner both sharp and gradual. The sheer size of Momo’s bubble butt created creases that underlined her cheeks in perfect symmetry.

There was no blemish to anything about it, not even the slightest flaw. Standing calm, straight, and naked in front of him, she was a sight fresh out of the shower. The many ways he had stained her minutes ago had been washed off, leaving her a well-behaved, post-coital brat.

John leaned forward in the armchair and ran his hands up her smooth thighs. All the squishiness she may have lacked in the chest was more than made up for in the meatiness of her legs. Delectably, her thighs widened towards the base. The widest points of her hips, where her legs sat in their sockets, was also the starting point of those deep trenches the weight of her backside created.

Thumbs pushed into those creases, vanishing fully in the warm embrace of the bubble butt. Gently rocking his hands up and down, he put the entirety of her butt into motion. Sixth largest among his haremettes, the snow white behind had much to offer when it came to the jiggle. The mesmerizing ripples left John unaware of anything else going on around him. There was just that wonderful big ass and his gradually intensifying shaking of it.

Mild at first, louder as he progressed, the two halves smacked against each other. The deep valley between was all the distance required for the bubble butt to create a wonderful clapping sound. A little embarrassed squirm threw off the rhythm. John was swift to punish the unordered movement with a swat. “Bad girl.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” Momo responded instantly and earnestly. “I just love it so much when you play with my butt.”

John smiled and hummed, “I’m not just playing with it, Momo. I’m worshipping it. I’m worshipping you.”

Joy flushed the cheeks of the white-haired maid, usually so sassy, but too affected by bliss and attentive care to do more than let out a happy little squeak. His thumbs pushed up the weight of her backside. The indent he caused in the supple flesh was every lustful dream of butts made manifest. The satisfying and yielding resistance of her skin as he rolled up the weight of her derriere was akin to very little else and all the likeness he could quote was just another part of the beautiful female form.

At the upper third, he let go, and the entirety of her butt jiggled back into place, returning to its resting state. Framing the big, bouncy bubble butt between his hands again, John showered it in kisses. She tasted fruity sweet, like ripe blueberries of all things, and smelled of fresh sap on a summer’s day.

“Another day spent frivolously?” The controlled tone of Lydia pulled John away from his worship. The queen strutted in, clad in the same little clothes she usually wore in the privacy of their homes. A bra that served only to underline her decently large breasts. Garter belt, straps and stockings, between them a pair of lace panties that hid nothing about her crotch. In fact, the thin strands of lace parted to emphasize her smooth cunt. Bra and panties were an auburn red, the colour of her hair, the garter belt, straps and stocking of a deep midnight blue, the colour of the Lover’s Will mark so openly presented below her navel.

“Nothing frivolous about appreciating all of you,” John responded firmly and gestured for her to come hither.

Not even a theatrical sigh came from Lydia’s red lips. Confidently, she strutted over, and took the place of the fairy, who shuffled half a step aside. She was facing him, making John pout a little bit. “Was there something you desired to see?” Lydia asked with mirth in her voice.

“I’ll content myself with feeling it,” John responded and reached around.

Fingers sunk into Lydia’s balanced behind. Almost all of his haremettes had a backside that could be described as a bubble butt in isolation. After feeling up Momo, however, the difference between her plush derriere and Lydia’s modestly round butt was all too apparent. There was less weight to Lydia’s butt, less thickness to the supremely squishy outer layer, before the firmness of muscle took over. Her behind was a cushion more balanced between the duality of fat and fibre that made that area of the body so particularly enticing in shape and sensation.

John pulled her a little closer and pressed his lips in the centre of the mark he had placed above her womb. “Mine,” he whispered, a needle’s breadth between his lips and her skin. Kissing his way up, he showered her softly defined abs in love and attention. So close, he could make out even the tiny shadows between the individual up and down of her six pack. Usually, Lydia was not toned enough for them to stand out.

“Yours,” Lydia purred in a voice as soft as freshly washed cotton. A voice reserved for him and his alone, from a royal renowned for her discipline. Her hands glided through his short hair, nudging him back down to her marked womb. “I do anticipate the day.”

“Joining the ranks of the baby crazy?” Momo asked, a bit of her sass returning now that her plump bottom was no longer the centre of attention.

“I reckon I will enjoy motherhood within our absurd circle. That made clear, I have no need to hurry or to take a place ahead of those rightfully impregnated before me. Merely, I am prepared for the day and believe it will mark a joyous change in my life.” Lydia finished the explanation by pushing John back in the armchair.

Taking the hint, John remained put and watched Lydia turn around. Slowly, teasingly, wonderfully, she put her balanced backside in front of him. The bottom of her figure, a supermodel hourglass if ever there was one, was almost as enticing to look at as it was to touch. That mouth-watering heart shape atop those long and luscious legs became more emphasized. Her back curved like the arches of the most expertly erected aqueduct. Her legs bent at the knees. The valley between her twin mounds widened, as her butt shifted according to the movements of her descending squat.

Neither of them needed to look, knowing their bodies too well for it. The alignment of his cock with her glistening lower lips was a foregone conclusion. A moan vibrated deep in her throat while she took his manhood all the way inside. Despite her tightness, her folds accepted him readily. The nubile intertwining of a woman promiscuous for only one man, used to his girth and the depth he could penetrate.

“Yes… yes… yes…!” Lydia gasped, bouncing gently in his lap – enough to make her butt ripple, without causing the armchair to creak. Each time her backside went ‘Plap!’ against his groin, the heart-shaped pillow jiggled so enticingly.

The wet grip of her cunt was, conversely to regular intercourse, mere foreplay. Once his cock was drenched in the natural lubricant, once Lydia had rode herself to the edge of orgasm, she raised her hips again. A little whimper escaped her, the lust protesting her plan to let his cock leave her. The quivering folds of her womanhood stuck to him for as long as physique permitted, a little bit of the pretty pink insides showing before the engorged head did.

Just a tiny rearrangement and she was pressing her relaxed sphincter against him instead. She must have worn a butt plug until she had entered the room, ready as the hole was for his well lubricated shaft to widen the backdoor further. Lydia impaled herself on his cock with demanding swiftness and let out a sharp, short scream when she hit the base.

Quivering all over, she came. Motions seized and muscles tensed – only to relax again. The involuntary flexing made her hips wiggle. There was so little difference in where he was inside her, yet it changed how her ass looked so utterly. The way her spine curved to accommodate his member. The position of her legs. The altered angle at which her butt was resting on his lap. All of it was so subtly different, it painted an entirely different picture.

Hard, Momo plopped down on the left armrest. Her fat ass went squish on the flat leather surface, like water balloons on a table – except much firmer. Arms crossed and refusing to look over her shoulder, the return of her brattiness was as evident as her silent demand for attention. John put a hand on her side, when an aura of weirdness pulled his attention to the right.

Out of nothing, a naked blonde stood next to him. Her gold-blonde hair, long enough to cascade down to her hips, was pulled over her shoulder, showing her slender back. The thin silver lines that symmetrically spread, mirrored along her spine, were as difficult to spot as the finest veins on a tree leaf.

They stopped above her posterior. John helped himself to a squeeze of her too, eagerly invited as he was by the gentle swing. There was much less to grab there. Nia was tall for a woman and slender, the least squishy of his haremettes and yet still possessing a backside worthy of a model magazine. All of Nia was lithe, from her arms to her limber legs.

Although her pert bottom gave little to squeeze compared to others, there was a special little joy in having all one of her cheeks had to offer in his hand. Not overabundant spilling of meat or easy jiggle, just the simple pleasure of having all that was his fit in his grasp.

John slung his arm around Nia’s waist and pulled her closer. Her butt was enough of a cushion that he felt naught of her bones when she half sat on his midriff. Momo doubled down on her display of envy and moved herself in the same position, albeit that her butt claimed much more space on her side.

Next to each other, the true differences between the three were all the more apparent. Only one-centimetre separated Nia from Momo, only five separated Momo from Lydia, yet their backsides were so pronouncedly different in shape and size.

There was the simple and cute tush of the blonde, so simple to squeeze and hold. A nice little package extending into slender, smooth legs.

Then there was Lydia’s balanced butt. Middle of the road, as far as the carefully selected harem of the butt enthusiast supreme went. There was everything to it a perfect butt could have demanded to encapsulate. Of course, she was ever so slightly off from Rave’s actually just flawless ass.

Lastly, there was Momo’s luscious rump. Broad hips, thick thighs, between them the round ass to match. It was almost ludicrous, the difference in circumference between her bubble butt and Nia’s slender bottom. Even if John had a clear type, there was so much room in expressions of the conventionally attractive women with the thin waists and nice thighs.

John bowed over to Momo and gave her a quick kiss on the shoulder blade. “You can sit on my face later,” he promised her.

“Men only want one thing,” Momo responded and rolled her eyes, her smirk belying the dry tone of her words.

John turned his attention to Nia and pulled her fully into the armchair. For a short moment, she straddled his midriff, showing him one of her blooming smiles. Every expression she showed him was its own reward, knowing how difficult it had been for her to claim that aspect of her humanity. With a squeeze of her backside, he made the lithe woman climb one level higher. Soon, he had her slender thighs around his head.

It was a bit ludicrous to say while a woman was riding him, but John thought he owed his haremettes a few more moments where they were the focus. As the sole male and the dominant… well, dom in the environment, he typically was the focal point of sexual attention. Long gone were the days where he had to impress most of these girls into reciprocating oral favours. All of them either did it willingly on request or instinctively on mere gesture.

It was a numbers game. John had twenty women willing to get on their knees, and even if he was just as willing, he was only three men. And, if he was being completely honest, he was not as willing to go down as most of his haremettes. Just a manifestation of the sexual dynamics.

That he wasn’t as willing and didn’t have as many opportunities only made it more important that he made the conscious effort.

It did help that he had two handfuls of Nia’s butt to knead as he did his duty.