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Big Tiddy Goth-Clown: Date Night [Finished]
🕑 Added 2024-04-02 02:08:44 +0000 UTCWritten by 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 with too 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. The goth demanded back control through their shared nervous system.
“That fucking enough alright?” Larkin shouted, stunning the clown as this was the first time since their accident she had yelled. The appeal for the return of control from promptly rejected, as Strider teased further.
“Oh come onnnn, don’t be like that, just one more bit of fun, we were only just doing the same thing a minute agooo. She persisted, leveraging her priority over the motor function as the one currently in control of the body to continue stimulating the area between their legs, and gently pinching Larkin’s nipple with her own hand. A second rush for control surged back through their spine, stronger than before tugging the pair backward as Larkin suddenly seized back jurisdiction of the entire body, pulling both hands away and her own upward to shove back against Strider’s face.
“Get off me you filthy bitch” Larkin hissed as she forced the clown’s face away from her own, causing her neck to crane at an angle in the opposite direction, her cheeks pressed tightly against Larkin’s palm. The clown giggled maniacally at Larkin’s fury and as the initial rush back wore off, the pair returned to equilibrium, each back in control of only their half of the body. Strider took immediate advantage, as her hand shot straight back to their vagina more aggressively than last time, rubbing their clit with pressure before inserting two fingers inside. Larkin recoiled immediately, moving her hand from Strider’s face to their crotch and grabbing Strider’s wrist, trying desperately to pull it off. Now vulnerable with her hand occupied, Strider took the opportunity to turn her head back towards Larkin, diving in for a deep kiss, sticking her tongue as far into Larkin’s mouth as possible and suctioning hard, locking them in place. Larkin’s eyes grew wide as she desperately tried to pull away to no avail and in the process weakened her grip on Strider’s hand, causing the self-pleasure to resume. Larkin struggled for another moment, but quickly exhausted herself, unable to keep up with the energetic clown, eventually submitting to the pleasure she had desperately tried to resist. The goth surrendered, leaving control of her half of the body once again to Strider, who pressed the body against the back wall of the shower and slowly slid down to the tiled floor, all the while keeping their lips tightly sealed together for the next few minutes as she continued to pleasure herself. On the shower floor, warm, soothing water crashed over their heads and their pillowy flesh pressed against each other in a comforting way, now totally relaxed. More minutes passed until the pair could sense the imminent orgasm, with heads still craned towards one another and tongues wrestling for dominance on the inside of their mouth, Strider sped up, faster and faster until they both came a full-body orgasm, the rush of pleasure coating their entire body like radiant heat, causing them to slump even further, finally breaking the marathon kiss with their heads only resting against the wall of the shower. Their enormous breasts now squashed by gravity fell with a ripple and spilled out to the sides of their torso.
“We can’t keep doing this, I can’t handle it, Strider. I just can’t keep up” Larkin pleaded
The clown, finally satisfied, nodded in agreement before gently taking back control of their body, turning off the shower, and drying off, all the while Larkin’s head remained limp on their shoulders, leaning against the Clown’s head in exhaustion.
“We’ll figure something out for you babe” Strider assured as she ran the towel over their bust.
“We’ll figure it out.”
--- 4 days later ---
“Yeah, this is the stop, thanks,” Strider called out from the back seat
“Can both of you give me 5 stars? Is that how this works?” The driver asked, peering at the women through the rearview mirror.
“Sorry hun, only got the one phone” Strider replied, holding up their phone, showing off the diagonally split purple-pink case that wrapped it. “But you were great! Still giving all 5! I mean you were fast but safe, the gum, the conversation was great-”
“Okay we’re going now, thank you goodbye” Larkin interjected, heaving their curves out of the narrow car door and out onto the sidewalk. “Which way’s this restaurant anyway?”
“How should I know? You put it in the Googlie Maps thing” Strider retorted
“Maybe because you have it open on the fucking phone you’re holding”
The clown giggled innocently. “Oh yeah, you’re right, silly me”
Larkin rolled her eyes
“Ittt…. Isssssss…. Thiiiiiss, no, this way,” Strider finally concluded, tugging the body in two different directions before finally deciding. After a short walk, the pair arrived outside the restaurant, a massive neon glowing sign towered over them reading.
SAMPSON’S BAR AND GRILL – VEGAN OPTIONS, IPAs, JAZZ, SLAM POETRY
“Why did we decide on this place again?” Larkin asked through a raised brow
“Becauuseee, our guy wanted to go here so bad, he says he knows the owner!” Strider said eagerly
“Right,” Larkin said through a metric tonne of doubt
“Come on let’s hurry up, he said he’s already inside!” Strider urged, tugging the body forward, to which Larkin obliged. Scanning the interior didn’t help Larkin’s skepticism at all, as faux brick, hanging lightbulbs over standing tables and pseudo-motivational posters littered the restaurant. Adding insult to injury, the man Strider was so eagerly tugging them towards seemed no better. The textbook hipster. Massive scraggly beard lapping over his maroon flannel shirt, his hair tied up in a messy man-bun and chunky rectangular framed glasses covered a significant portion of his face.
“Hey girls, how are you, wow I am totally like vibing with your whole outfit right now!” he spoke through a Valley accent that Larkin found repulsive, trying to subtly pull away from the table to which Strider abruptly took over control and sat opposite their date.
“Thank you so much! You too oh my god I love your glasses” Strider returned, clearly to Larkin, putting on an extra cutsie appeal to her voice.
“Thanks, I got them online from this Etsy store, it's this totally sustainable, vegan, anti-capitalist online shop that donates all of their profits to Latinx heritage funds. So it's like totally enviro-friendly and anti-supremacist.
Larkin tried desperately to hide her repulsion, turning her face away to the side to compose herself. Unfortunately, this only drew the attention of the man opposite her more.
“And you beautiful, what’s your name? I think I must have only been talking to Strider here on the app, she mentioned you two were inseparable but to be honest I wasn’t expecting this.” He added, immediately followed by an infuriating chuckle.
“If you must know, I’m Larkin, and feel free to just keep talking to her” she snapped back, gesturing towards the opposite side of her shoulders.
“Oh be niceee, she’s just a bit standoffish but you guys will love each other in no time. How about some food?” Strider suggested, pulling open a menu and scanning it for a few seconds. “This looks so good! Larkin what do you think?” she said, pointing towards a meat-substitute ragu.
The goth looked back towards the table to see. “Looks like shit to me, to be honest. This vegan shit isn’t even food, its just lab-grown mystery sludge”
“It’s actually mostly legumes, tofu, quinoa, and other stuff just with some flavoring in it, it may not taste exactly like the real thing but when the planet’s at stake, you take what you can get right?” the man retorted in a superior tone.
“What was your name again? Larkin asked in an abruptly friendly tone
“Byron”
“Byron? Shut the fuck up.”
“Larkin?! What is wrong with you?” Strider asked in shock
“You told me we’d “fix this”, and your answer to that is some douche hipster who smells like he hasn’t showered in weeks-“
“It is an organic, home-grown shampoo remedy”
“What did I tell you, Byle”
“Its Byr-”
“Shut up, we’re leaving” Larkin assumed control of the body and began to stand up, but was immediately met by a heavy tug as Strider seized back her own half, pulling them back down into the chair, causing their breasts to bounce and shake, hypnotizing Byron for several moments.
“Come on Larkin, give him a chance, I’m not letting you leave here.” Larkin made another effort at commanding Strider to submit her control, only resulting in more tugging and shaking.
“Ugh, fine then, hey Byron” Larkin called out across the table, snapping him out of his lustful hypnosis before Larkin reached into her leg holster and drew a 7-inch dagger from it, waving it playfully in his direction.
“If you know what’s good for you, walk out now.” Byron wasted no time, backing out of the restaurant slowly with his eyes still locked on the blade, quivering in fright, before reaching the door and awkwardly running down the street. Larkin drew a breath of relief at his absence.
“Goddamnit Larkin, I try to help you out here and you do this, what more do you want.” Strider pleaded.”
“A man who isn’t him, literally anyone else.” Larkin retorted.
The walk home was silent. Until a rising urge grew in the pair’s chest. Then spread to their abdomen, then their crotch. After days of abstinence in the lead-up to their date, the undeniable sexual urges once again took over their shared body.
“Oh fuckk, why know” Larkin groaned as she tried to continue marching onward through the arousal. Strider didn’t show as much restraint, moaning softly as she angled her leg further into Larkin’s during their walking path, causing their soft, fluffy thighs to rub against each other, teasing their vagina with the lightest stimulation.
“Unghh stop it, we’re nearly home can you just hold off for 10 minutes?” Larkin pleaded, but Strider was unresponsive. The feeling grew like never before, 4 days of restraint after their indulgent time in the bed and shower tore Strider up on the inside as the pair yearned for something inside of them. The moment drew on like hours as Larkin exerted all of her mental strength to hold off the growing horniness of her body partner, but it was a battle she was slowly losing. Larkin felt control slipping away from her with every step, Strider’s raw, primal urges were consuming her. It was at this moment, that a glow of warm light emanated from their right, immediately drawing Strider’s attention, standing in the frame of his open front door stood the vague shape of a man. The body was Strider’s. She marched herself and Larkin immediately towards the light, gradually making out the features of an unassuming man, mid-20s, average height, brown hair, the only notable trait a single ear piercing on his left side. Entranced by the shaking and jiggling of their conjoined body, he remained still, eyes locked on their rack, not even noticing the two heads.
“Can I uhh, do you need somethi-“The man was shoved back inside by the girls, the door slamming closed behind them. Only the sounds of raw, primal, and desperate sex filled the night sky, keeping the neighbors up for hours.
