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Breast Kink is the Best Kink

The Breast Kink Meme

You know what are awesome? Breasts. There. That's it. That's the meme. It's celebrating how titillating, how wonderful, how downright fun breasts can be in the right, uhm, hands. Come - but not too soon - and try out a multitude of kinks involving those wonderful things on your or your partners chests.

HOW TO PLAY

-Comment with your character. Put your preferences and all that good stuff.
-Obviously, dudes are welcome in this meme, as well.
-Reply to others.

PROMPTS

BIG: The ideal of feminine beauty...unless they draw too much attention.
FLAT CHEST: Anything more than a handful is a waste!
TIT FUCK: Also known as paizuri. Do I need to draw you a diagram of what does on here.
GROPING: Just hands-on fun.
MOUTH: Kissing, licking, suckling, all that good fun.
NIPPLES: Focus on those little nubs.
PIERCING: The actual action of piercing or someone already having it done.
LACTATION: Due to pregnancy or otherwise induced.
HUMILIATION: Making fun of someone for their breast size or lack thereof.
BREAST ENVY: Why can't you have their boobs?
EXPANSION: Like plastic surgery, only less invasive. Maybe.
BDSM: Any kind of purposeful injury, shibari, or other restraints.
WILDCARD

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[ She's long since learned to ignore what others think of her; that's one benefit to being able to reset the timeline and wipe the slate clean. (It's not worth the cost of losing friendships.) ]

[ Homura stiffens up slightly at the sudden contact- although her (poker) face doesn't reveal any of that when she looks back over her shoulder- and she pauses for a moment before giving her answer. ]

If you're sure that I wouldn't be imposing...

[ ... but there's no mistaking the slight note of relief in her otherwise calm voice. She'll allow Junko to lead her into the house, and pretty much anywhere inside the house, without hesitation. ]

[ And maybe if she lingers she'll even be home when Madoka comes home. Maybe. Junko doesn't really expect her that soon, and just wants to not send off a sad wet child without at least offering to help her out.

Removing her hand, she smiles down at Homura, heading to the door to unlock it. ]

It's really no trouble at all. I can put on some tea or coffee if you'd like, as well.

[ It wasn't like she had anything else to do, after all. ]

[ She never got to know Madoka's mother in past timelines, having only seen her when visiting the Kaname residence. And those few memories of Junko are spotty, at best; Madoka herself took up Homura's full attention. ]

[ Up close, the similarities between mother and daughter aren't too hard to spot, especially when it comes to personality. ]

I'd... I'd like that.

[ Taken aback by this kindness, Homura can't help it when her lips twitch upward a bit- a smile, even if it's hesitant and barely-there. ]

Coffee, I mean. Thank you.

[ Gotta get to know the in-laws, Homura.

Opening the door, Junko folds up her umbrella, and steps inside, kicking off her shoes, then turning to wait for Homura to enter as well. ]

Coffee it is then. [ Getting a smile out of her is nice, when she looked so down in the dumps standing around in the rain. A small little smile, but this didn't seem like a girl who usually had big, bright ones. ]

And sorry, but even though you recognized me I can't really put a name to your face, miss...? [ Madoka wasn't the sort to go showing off pictures of her mother or anything, that'd be weird, so this girl has to have at least seen her before. ]

Edited 2014-07-13 03:36 (UTC)

[ ~~Yes, gotta get to know the absurdly attractive in-laws-~~ ]

[ She takes off her own shoes- and then pauses, realizing that she's still sort of dripping and doesn't want to leave a trail of rainwater through the Kaname residence. So Homura hovers awkwardly for a moment, trying to decide whether to ask for a towel, or if she can get away with using magic to surreptitiously dry herself just a bit. ]

[ ... but all that flies out the window at that implied question of "how did you know I was Madoka's mother." Homura inwardly berates herself for making another slip-up, even as she boggles that Junko actually caught that. Clearly, this woman can't be underestimated; Homura can't lower her guard, even for a second. ]

Homura Akemi. Madoka told me she only had a younger brother, and never mentioned having any older sisters, so I... guessed. I apologize for being presumptuous.

[ Yes, good. The perfect alibi. ]

[ Teenagers fighting horrifying monsters to the death for a fleeting witch sure is brutal, but the world of business isn't anything to shake a stick at. Junko's a sharp woman, always has been, but is also pretty quick to trust someone who looks this harmless.

Plus, she can take anyone that young in a fight, she figures. ]

I guess it makes sense, then, doesn't it? [ She shrugs off her jacket, and tosses it on the back of a chair. ] It's nice to meet you then, Homura. Lemme get you a towel so you don't have to stand there dripping, and I'll see what else I can do for you.

[ Junko probably could take Homura in a fight! Probably because it would needlessly traumatize Madoka to hear that the transfer student beat up and/or detonated her mom, and Homura tries to avoid needlessly traumatizing Madoka. Except when trying to convince her that becoming a magical girl is a really bad idea. ]

[ (It's the principle of the matter.) ]

If it wouldn't be too much trouble. Thank you very much.

[ Without anything else to do other than stand there dripping, Homura finds herself watching Madoka's mother as she shrugs off her jacket. Now that she's actually looking (and/or staring a bit more than she should be), Junko has a really good figure for a mother of two. ]

[ ... maybe Madoka will grow to resemble Junko when she's older. A part of Homura's mind whispers that she wouldn't mind that at all. ]

[ Isn't it nice having someone looking out for her daughter? Not that it ever seems to do her much good. Not that Junko even knows.

Homura seems like a pleasant, polite girl, much calmer than Sayaka, and even Hitomi. Granted, that's how she's acting in front of a friend's mother; things could be very different the rest of the time.

Junko disappears for a moment, and comes back with a towel, tossing it lightly to Homura as she goes to set up the coffee. ]

Since you're gonna be waiting anyways, I could let you sit in one of my bathrobes and throw your clothes in the dryer.

[ A rather more pessimistic part of her mind wonders if she'll ever get the chance to see Madoka grow up, period. It also wonders if Junko would treat her so kindly if she knew how many times Homura had failed to protect Madoka, or prioritized Madoka's safety over, say, Sayaka or Hitomi's life. ]

[ Homura's gone back to looking somewhat morose when Junko returns, although she catches the towel easily enough and wastes no time in drying herself enough to stop dripping before following Junko toward the table. The older woman's offer catches her off-guard (much like her daughter once did), and Homura almost stammers before replying. ]

That's- that's perfectly alright. I couldn't possibly take up any more of your-

[ Her sneeze undermines her own argument. Magic's great for bolstering a weak constitution and partially shielding a body from the cold, but it can't suppress every reaction. ]

[ It's for the best for everyone that Junko doesn't know what's happened - what ultimately happens. The entire, traumatic, complicated mess that changes the entire world.

Junko, oblivious to the scale of whatever oddness Madoka is caught up in.

This is a much simpler scenario. Homura is just Madoka's friend or classmate or admirer, a nice enough young woman that she's helping out. Nothing more or less. ]

I think you'd like to take up some of my time, if it'll keep you from getting sick. Let's go get you changed.

[ Nothing more or less for the moment anyways. ]

[ It's a good thing Homura doesn't know what the future has in store for them, either. She wouldn't be able to face Junko like this, at least until she comes to terms with Madoka's choice- but that's neither here nor there. ]

[ At the very least, nothing more or less is Homura's preferred state of affairs. With how many times she's had to reset everything, most of her relationships have become so ~~heart-breakingly painful~~ fleeting; nowadays, she does her best to keep others at arm's length. At least that shouldn't be too hard when dealing with a friend's mother. ]

[ ... probably. Homura sniffs with whatever calm dignity she has left and relents with a nod, wrapping the towel around her shoulders as she waits for Junko to lead on. ~~Although Homura already knows where the bathroom is.~~ ]

Alright. I... I appreciate the help.

Edited 2014-07-14 02:59 (UTC)

Any time, for Madoka's friends.

[ Junko won't push too hard, if only because that'd be both intrusive and make it look like Madoka has a weirdo for a mom instead of just a drunk, but Homura's pretty receptive and pretty well in need of help. Smiling and giving Homura a nod, she leads her up through the house to the bathroom, unbuttoning the top buttons on her shirt on the way for comfort (like another girl should care at all).

Their bathroom is, of course, pretty fancy and spacious like the house as a whole, everything neat and orderly as per her husband's habits of cleaning up when anyone alters that, and she pulls out a bathrobe, holding it out to Homura. ]

You'll probably swim in it a little, but it'll keep you warm while your clothes dry.

[ Not that she's sure if Madoka still considers her a friend. Homura sure hopes so. But she nods back anyway, murmuring a quiet "thank you" for what feels like the twentieth time that evening. She never was good at dealing with this sort of kindness. ]

[ The bathroom doesn't get much more than a cursory glance from Homura- she's seen it before, after all. This only makes it easier for her to notice Junko's shirt, and her eyes slide on over almost of their own accord. If it was anyone else, Homura probably wouldn't care very much at all, but as it is... ]

[ A part of her once again whispers that it wouldn't be so bad if Madoka grew to resemble her mother. The other, increasingly pessimistic part of her mind, one that's been around since she wore glasses and braids and fretted about her own figure, wonders if she'll ever grow. And then both parts quickly shut up when Homura realizes that she's been staring at (or past) the offered bathrobe for a few seconds too long, and quickly reaches out to take it. ]

That won't be necessa- I mean, that won't be a problem.

[ Homura holds the bundle to her chest and, as an only child who's used to having her own privacy, patiently waits for Junko to step out and let her change. ]

[ ... she IS going to step out, right? ]

Edited 2014-07-14 03:32 (UTC)

[ She's either Madoka's friend, or a stalker with a crush. The latter just needs a bit of a talking to about boundaries and then everything will be okay, right?

Riiight?

Wrong, but whatever. Junko doesn't really notice that Homura's staring at something particular about her, but she wonders if, maybe, a girl with a crush on Madoka might not handle this a bit differently from someone who's just a friend. Junko isn't staying, specifically, but she's also not leaving, and heads over to the towels to pull out an extra, tossing it over her shoulder. ]

You can use this to make sure you're extra dry too, then I'll take care of your clothes and you can make yourself comfy.

[ Will Madoka grow up as shameless as her mother? ]

[ A stalker with a bucketload of issues sparked by time travel and traumatic meguca-related experiences and an increasingly worrisome set of morals, but who's counting? ]

[ Homura's clammed up a bit, now, so she simply nods and places her towel to the side. Her expression hasn't changed much, but more tellingly, she's averted her eyes, glancing off to the side as she slowly and deliberately (no, she's not stalling or suppressing her nervousness, why do you ask) undoes her school uniform's ribbon and slides out of her jacket. It's one thing to act cool and all-knowing in front of her fellow magical girls, but in front of an adult... ]

[ ... well, this is probably what she'll be reduced to if Madoka inherits this part of her mother's personality: awkwardly swept along in her wake. ]

[ What a way to live. Clearly she needs some TLC.

Junko waits for a moment, holding the towel, watching Homura as she starts to undress. She sure is taking her...

Oh. Oh right. Junko looks away as well, now, hanging the towel on the door knob as she steps to open it slightly - not like anyone's home to see anything. ]

Do you want a little privacy while you change? Sorry, I'm used to, you know... just having family around.

[ And Sayaka was close enough to family too. Hitomi had a wee bit more of a sense of propriety than that girl did for sure - probably more like this Homura girl. ]

[ Most of the tension drops away from Homura's shoulders, and she nods gratefully, half-sliding back into her school uniform's blazer. ]

It's alright. I...

[ She trails off as she hears Junko's off-handed excuse, stirring something in her that she's done her best to keep buried. Homura's meticulous notes contain one date that the old her had circled in red pen: the only time her otherwise busy parents would interact with her, a quick phone call to make sure she's taken adequate precautions against the inexplicable super-storm that will head to Mitakihara City at the end of the month. Other than that, she hasn't even seen their faces in more timelines than- ]

[ After a moment, Homura slides her blazer back off and calmly shakes her head, suddenly feeling small and weary. ]

... it's alright. I'll be fine.

[ She wouldn't mind remembering what it's like to have family around, and she's not particularly choosy at the moment. ]

[ Something about this girl seems, for a moment, calculated - to keep her expressions moderate, keeping something from being written on her face. If she hadn't trailed off like that, seemed so distant for a moment, Junko wouldn't notice, but it's a fairly minor thing.

Although it does worry her, a little, that a sentence like that is what distracts her. Junko sighs, leaning against the door frame, increasingly curious about this little mystery guest of hers. ]

Take your time. And, not that I expect you to unload on someone you just met, but if you wanna just sit around and talk about... whatever's on your mind, don't think that you'll be imposing on me.

[ Homura absentmindedly starts unbuttoning her shirt, her lips pressed into a thin line without her noticing. See, this is why Homura has to remember to keep people at arm's length. Otherwise, she'll start yearning for something that she can't possibly have, like the chance to talk to an incredibly kind person simply willing to lend an ear. Maybe if circumstances were different, maybe if she was still that awkward and shy transfer student who only had to worry about self-esteem issues... ]

[ Maybe if she wouldn't have to end up saying something like "I'm desperately trying to save your daughter, who I've seen die horribly almost eighty times, and I think my priorities are becoming skewed. On the plus side, I won't seriously consider strangling Sayaka for at least another twenty timelines." ]

[ She sighs and places her shirt and jacket off to the side, leaving her clad only in her (small, plain, and... mostly just small) bra, skirt, and her ever-present pantyhose. ]

... thank you for the offer.

[ Half-turning away, and fully intending to leave it at that until she can think up a better answer, Homura picks up the towel and starts drying herself off. She meant what she said earlier, she's fine with changing in front of Junko, but she needs a moment or two to gather up enough courage to go completely topless. Or some finagling with the towel to keep herself covered. ]

[ Junko watches. Not that she means to, you know, watch a teenager undress - that'd just be pervy - but there's an aura around this girl. Something heavy, that's settled in more and more as she's been in this home. Not in a bad way in the sense that Junko's causing it, but in that her being there might be dredging it up, and she wonders if this is more than just a friend but someone who actually needs Madoka, someone who needs a compassionate ear her own age.

She's got every confidence that Madoka can handle that, even if Madoka herself probably doesn't.

Of course, while she's not perving on Homura, she does notice the girl's figure, mostly just that she's thin and really just doesn't have much in the way of boobs. Still, a pretty girl, someone Junko might've kept an eye on for that reason alone twenty or more years ago.

It's a little warm. She undoes another button, and rolls up her sleeves. ]

You're welcome.

[ Right now, Homura feels the humidity more than anything, since her hair's still sopping wet and she still needs to do something about her drenched skirt. Between her slight embarrassment and her nerves from earlier, she's quickly warming up, too. The pouring rain outside isn't helping, although the background noise does fill the ensuing silence quite nicely as Homura focuses on undressing. ]

[ Or tries to, at least. Even though Homura is facing away, she can still feel Junko's gaze on her. She's not sure what to make of it. Maybe she should feel worried; maybe she overlooked something in her cover story and aroused suspicion. Smoothly undoing her bra's clip while keeping her towel draped over her shoulders, Homura casually glances back to gauge Junko's reaction and- ]

[ she undid another button ]

[ - makes a small noise, a breathy gasp, as she tries to grab the towel sliding off her shoulders except she can't grab it in time and where did her bra go why is it on the floor- ]

[ Homura can keep her expression as blank as possible, but she really can't do much about the heat rising to her face as she swiftly covers up her small breasts (so little to cover up, in comparison) and turns away to snatch up the other towel. ]

[ She'd be a little more comfortable if she went faster, but despite saying that she's okay with Junko standing there, there's an obvious effort being made to keep herself covered up a little. Plus, she really does need to dry her hair; there's a whole lot of it to work with, and Junko plans to offer to dry and brush it for her, when she's gotten out of her wet clothes.

Homura's doing a pretty smooth job, too, until she looks back and all that kinda falls apart. There's some definite cleavage visible now, and Junko can't help but wonder if that was part of it...

Then she drops her towel, her bra already fell, and she's all embarrassed again, and Junko can feel a little heat rising in her own face.

That's pretty freaking cute. ]

It's nothing I haven't seen before, we're both girls here.

[ Boobs aren't anything Homura hasn't seen before, either. ]

[ It's strange. She's seen other girls' breasts plenty of times in the changing room (more times than she can count, thanks to timeline shenanigans), and she could care less when her classmates occasionally comment about the transfer student's flat chest where they think she can't hear them. As for her closer acquaintances, Homura could care less about Sayaka, and she doesn't feel too bad about her size relative to Mami, who's even more talented than a lot of women twice her age, possibly including Junko. ]

[ ... not that Homura can envy anything about Mami, after recent revelations. Despite her calm professionalism, the blonde puts up a strong front every bit as desperate as Homura's own, just another terrified young girl staving off her crippling fear and loneliness. ]

[ Maybe that's why Junko flashing a little cleavage is getting her so worked up. It's not that she just has larger breasts than Homura (which isn't a hard feat); it's that she's more comfortable in her own skin, carrying herself with an easy confidence that Homura keeps striving for (and failing). It's an attractive combination, especially when she wears that severely-cut office lady's suit that brings out a sort of sensual maturity and accentuates her tight curves, which only draws attention to the casually unbuttoned shirt and her modest cleavage. ]

[ Not for the first time (and far from the last), she realizes it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine Madoka- kind, stubborn, and hiding an iron will underneath that innocent-looking exterior- growing up and filling out to look like this woman standing before her. And the thought of undressing with an older Madoka's eyes on her- ]

Edited 2014-07-14 17:06 (UTC)

[ ... Homura comes back to herself, not entirely certain why she needs to catch her breath all of a sudden. Junko has a point; she shouldn't be getting embarrassed in front of someone who has a daughter her age, right? ]

That's-

[ She clears her throat, pitching her voice back down to her usual bland tone instead of a breathy gasp. ]

... that's true. I'm sorry, I'm not really used to... this.

[ Trying not to think too hard about it, Homura drops her towel, only realizing with a shiver that she didn't have the presence of mind to completely dry herself off when the air hits her budding breasts (hopefully budding, although she won't know for sure until she breaks out of this time loop and lets puberty do its work). Too late to worry about that now; she continues undressing, working slowly and methodically. Once her skirt's off, she sits on the edge of the bath and begins working off her pantyhose, again taking her sweet time as she extends one long leg, still childishly thin but clearly developing into something slender and sensual, and slides off the still-soaked garment before working on the next. ]

[ She's only going so slowly because she's desperately trying to remain calm, and to retain what's left of her dignity. Of course, this has the unfortunate effect of making it look like she's putting on a show, although it's clear from her beet-red face that it's not intentional (or that she's even aware of it). ]

[ If it was starting to become apparent moments ago, now Junko's really getting a feeling that Homura's not really just shy about changing in front of someone she doesn't really know, so much as she's shy about changing in front of someone she finds attractive. Who is also her friend's mother. The way she stops, the then has to remember to breathe and try to sound disinterested like she's seemed to be this whole time - only it comes off oh so very forced compared to when she first spoke.

Now that she's paying a little more attention, though, Junko can't help noticing Homura a little more either. The way her body shifts, slim and undeveloped but... she's already pretty, definitely, but watching her take her time is just accentuating her figure, youthful as it is. Legs that are skinny now, but more slender very soon. Breasts that are going from little buds to perky; hips just starting to widen, and a face that's growing up.

And blushing, clearly aware of her little problem here.

...it's a reckless impulse, but instead of commenting on it, Junko undoes another button, her pink bra clearly visible now. ]

Go ahead and take your time. I'm not in a rush. [ And maybe her voice is dipping down a little. ]

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WAIT NO I misread I should sleep instead of staying up for three more hours :/

I know that feeling!! sleep is probably a good idea

Good ideas are just ideas apparently

Whoops, ended up crashing

Probably wise

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