[Filth, Semi-Twinning]

"I'm so happy that you wanted to meet me for dinner, Elizabeth. I really didn't think I had any chance of meeting somebody as mature and as beautiful as you, but..."

"No no, Oliver. I'm happy to have somebody as young and as spry as yourself seeking me out for a date. I'm twice your age, and yet you still call me beautiful. It makes me remember the time when I was still a young lady looking for love..."

"Oh, no, you're much more beautiful than women my age. Or, at the very least, that's what I think. You've gotten through the hardest part of life, and you've come out with a certain level of charm that only older women really have. That's why..."

"It was far from the hardest part of my life, but I'm certain that you have different challenges, Oliver. During my time, getting work wasn't hard. But I've heard more and more troubling accounts from my students, about how difficult it's been to get an internship. It's honestly something that's brought my mood down so much. I empathize with your generation, because you have such a different kind of experience you have to work through..."

A soft laugh echoed as two similar individuals were walking their way down the moonlit street. They had met each other over a dating app, and they had decided to take the next step. One warm and soothing and loving dinner later, and the two had gotten to know each other a little more than either of them had expected.

The young man, Oliver, had just recently graduated. And so he had begun to hunt for jobs that fit his skill set. When he couldn't find anything that wanted somebody like him, even though he was willing to learn the ropes if they were willing to teach him. So he started to look towards his social life to try and distract himself, even if he didn't have much of one. But he was lucky enough to match, and he now had somebody he could confide his problems to...

His senior and current date was Elizabeth. Roughly twice his age, you could definitely see it with the few graying hairs that were starting to find their way into the bed of her hair. But she didn't let her age weigh her down. She still wanted the new generation to get through life, even if she had to work hard to support them as much as she could. And sure, she didn't get as many leery looks as she did back when she started teaching, something that she honestly lamented, but at least she was able to find somebody that cared. Even if that somebody was the same age as her students...

"Now, I just want to remind you." Elizabeth said, as she carefully grabbed her current date's hand. "I'm a little... Different, when I'm at home. Are you absolutely sure you want to have a drink with me, Oliver?" She had to make sure. She didn't want to make it seem like she was brushing him off or anything. But she didn't want him to react adversely either...

Oliver nodded and smiled. "Of course I do, Elizabeth. I couldn't keep myself from looking at you while we ate, so having a drink with you when nobody else can interrupt us..." He paused as he realized what he said, nervously chuckling as a mildly drunken blush worked its way onto his cheeks. "I-I mean, I... Oh dear, that little drink we had might've already gotten me a little drunk..."

Elizabeth chuckled. He realized his error and how brazen he was for looking at her like that. "It's nothing to apologize over. You're still young, Oliver. The fact you're looking at me just makes my heart flutter." But there was no mistake in what he had done. If anything, his honest way of admitting it just helped her fall for him that much more. Ah, what a good young man he was. She just hoped that he wouldn't feel too bad about her persona at home. She didn't want to freak him out or anything, but the last few that she had been with...

But all it took was one good look at him being all sorts of nervous because of his own words, and she could feel her heart pounding a little more against her chest. She really had fallen for him. There's no way that she wasn't going to bring him home.

Everything was going to be okay...

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"Oh my god, you really threatened them with the ruler? Seriously? They were around my age, and you gave them such a childish threat?"

"It worked! Especially when I proved I wasn't kidding! Not that I ever actually put it to good use, but I definitely made them figure out that wasting my time with their antics wasn't the way to go!"

"Honestly, now I envy your students, Elizabeth. I really would've loved to see what one of your classes were like when you still had problem students. I could just imagine their reaction to your tough love approach."

"I don't think a soft boy like you would be able to handle how I treat them, Oliver. But if you want, I can have you come by as an assistant for a few weeks. Then you can really see the kind of students I have to work with!"

Laughter echoed between the two. They were... Well, to call them drunk would be an understatement. They were smashed. And though Oliver had started to sink into complete intoxication earlier than Elizabeth, she wasn't exactly able to hold her liquor either. Leading them both to giggle and laugh at each other as they shared a few of their stories, especially the ones that revolved around their problems.

"Even if you're so soft, you really know how to deal with people that get on your nerves. Engineering a way to make them humiliate themselves in front of everyone, so they'll reconsider what path they've taken in life. That must've taken a lot of guts."

"In a sense. All I did was just slowly try and talk to them. And when they kept trying to bully me, I eventually just found a way to turn it back on them. I do wonder how they've ended up after that, but it's not like I can actually control them."

"I bet they deserved it. You didn't do anything wrong, Oliver. Just keep that in mind, in case doubt ever starts to creep into your mind."

The two continued to converse amongst themselves, all while Oliver was casting a few glances around Elizabeth's apartment. Despite expectations, the place didn't really look that bad. When she had told him that she really wanted to be sure that he wanted to be with her, he expected a much more dirty apartment. But this was still as well kept as her. Sure, it was quaint and not too impressive, but that didn't matter.

As long as he was with her, as long as she remained the woman that he had begun to fall in love with, then everything would be alright. She could reveal any kind of secret, and he would still be utterly and completely smitten with her...

"Oliver, are you staring again?" Elizabeth said as she caught him looking towards her bust for a bit, all while letting a grin work its way onto her lips. "I thought you said you were embarrassed over looking at me all the time. Did you lie to me?"

His face was swallowed by his blush as he shook his head. "T-That's not it. It's because I just... You're so beautiful, Elizabeth. The only thing that's keeping me from getting distracted by this buzz inside my head is your body. Your firm form, your beautiful curves. Your everything. I wish I had met you earlier, because... Because..." He blushed more as he gasped and panted. He was getting turned on just from admitting his feelings like this. "Because I really, really want to be with you, Elizabeth..!"

Elizabeth laughed a bit in response to his earnest confession. "We've only been together for an evening, and you're already like this, Oliver? You're like a puppy who needs to get spoiled by their owner." She chimed, all while slowly starting to stretch as she shifted around in her seat. "You mind if I get a bit more comfortable? We've already gotten so intoxicated that I don't think you'll mind if I pop open a button or two."

He didn't give a proper answer, merely nodding with a blush on his cheeks as she reached towards the buttons on her jacket. He wasn't going to tell her no. He didn't want to tell her no. Why would he ever tell her no, after what they had just talked about? They were a perfect fit for one another. Gentle hearts that hid their thorns until somebody deserved to be treated roughly by them. They were perfect...

Though as she started to unbutton her top, it did feel like something was going ever so slightly wrong. And it started with the tattoo that he spotted across her chest. A thorny black rose, stylized to look especially rebellious. He had to be seeing things. A woman like her couldn't be hiding something like that...

"Here, catch." Elizabeth said as she suddenly tossed her glasses to the youth, before taking a deep breath and carefully reaching for the next few buttons. "I gotta say, I warned you and everything, and you still decided to come home with me. I'm really not sure if you're stupid or if you're brave, Oliver. But you're going to see every inch of me. So you better not regret it."

He still didn't understand exactly what she was talking about. What more could she reveal that might be able to turn him off? There's nothing that she could show off that could make him think she wasn't perfect. At least, that's what he thought. And it would be hard to prove him wrong. Because she was such a neat woman. Her black hair tied into a lovely bun, her sharp yet soft blue eyes, and the elegant black suit that fit on her body so tightly that it looked like she was wearing nothing at all yet appeared more modest than those that tried to cover themselves up...

Oliver's preconceptions of her started to crack once she managed to pop open the buttons of her suit. Letting an enormous bust that was almost the same size as her head pop on out, both of those meaty tits decorated with a set of roses that nearly kissed each other as they reached across her mounds and onto the rest of her chest... And not to mention the absurd amount of sweat that was pooled in between them, a sight that was only enhanced as her musky scent started to pour out.

"Aaaahhh... God, I can't handle wearing that thing for too long." Elizabeth cried out as she suddenly tossed the rest of her jacket off, letting it fall onto the ground with no special fanfare as she shook around ever slightly. She was absolutely slathered in sweat, to the point where it was almost impossible to imagine how she had been able to hide away that much.

Oliver was certainly shocked. Not just by the fact that she had been hiding this kind of flabby body, which was only enhanced by the fact that he could see a bit of fat hanging from her upper arms, but a body that wasn't really being taken properly care of. There were small hairs decorating her arms, which just glistened thanks to the amount of sweat that poured down her.

But none of that hair was as egregious as the thick bushes underneath her arms. She hadn't even bothered shaving the hair underneath her arms. Just looking at it was enough to make the scent wafting from within slowly work its way towards his nose, causing Oliver to softly gag...

"What's the matter, Liv?" Elizabeth grinned as she got up from her couch and very nearly pinned the younger man against his seat. "I thought you said that you wanted to be with me. Are you getting cold feet because you're finding out about the real me?" Her voice now sounded a lot more aggressive. As if she was pent up. As if she knew that she could bully the youth. But her expression was outright malicious. No, it was still soft in its own way. She was asking him genuine questions.

Oliver gasped and panted, though this just caused him to inhale her scent which in turn caused him to cough as he wasn't prepared for how thick it was. "I-I... E-Elizabeth..." He muttered, looking up at her. Panting and gasping more and more, all while he couldn't stop himself from looking at her fat tattooed tits...

She gave him a rather rude awakening by slamming him straight into her tits, letting him get a deep whiff of the sticky hole between those mountains. "I can't hear you, Liv! And it's not Elizabeth when we're at home like this, it's Liz! Get it right!" She shouted, all while letting him fall back against his chair. "You really need to loosen up if you want to be with a woman like me. So don't start backing off. You were doing so well."

To say that he was overwhelmed by everything was an understatement. Especially as he was forced in between those breasts. He could feel them pressing against him, and he... Well, he climaxed. He let out a muffled moan as his pants started to grow nice and wet, the unfortunate result of having his climax happen in such a sudden fashion.

"El... L-Liz." And yet, despite this, he couldn't help but blush further. Despite how horrendous her musk was, despite the fact that she had just manhandled him like those bullies back in the day... She was still beautiful in her own way. Because despite how crude she was like this, she was still Liz... "Can you... L-Loosen up a bit more..?"

Liz laughed in response to the youth's very weak request. "You're begging me to let more out? I don't know if you really want to see more or if you're just stupid. But I'll show you everything, Liv. But in exchange, you're loosening up after this too. And I want to see you really let it all out." She said, popping off the elastic band that held her hair in a bun and letting her long hair reach down to her thighs, before letting those hands drift down with her hair.

All it took for her to properly loosen up down below was snapping off her belt. That thing was on the verge of popping off anyway, so flicking her belt open and then just ripping it off was relief for it just as much as it was going to be relief for her. Indeed, Oliver could very visibly see her gut push out the moment the belt was removed. She wasn't fat by any means, but she was definitely chubby...

Then again, he should've noticed that when he noticed the subtle trail of hair reaching up from her belly button. The trail only became more and more noticeable as she pulled down her pants more and more, growing thicker until it reached her crotch. And what a jungle she had right above her pussy. So much hair that you couldn't even see the skin behind it. Much less her pussy, because the hair wasn't just thick, it was long and it made it hard to see anything in that general area...

Of course, all of that hair was offset by how thick she was in general. That plush and plump stomach was a tiny taste of the good and fertile parts of her body. Her thighs, which were covered in a set of chain-like tattoos that reached all the way down her legs and reached through several kinds of stylized skulls, were so plush that you could probably get your hands stuck in them if you tried to squeeze into them. And yet, Oliver couldn't stop thinking about what it'd be like to squeeze in...

As his mind drifted, the youth barely noticed Liz grabbing his hands as she forced him to squeeze her thighs. And instead of her moans echoing out, he was the one that ended up letting out a cry of pure pleasure. He really wasn't expecting it to feel this good. In fact, if he indulged even a little bit more, he'd...

"Alright, that's enough." Liz said, tugging the youth's hands off her thighs. "If you want more, you're getting all of your clothes off too. You've gotten me all riled up because of your sweet little face, I want to see you loosen up too. And if you don't do it yourself..." A soft glint started to appear in her eye. "I'll just have to show you what happens when you force me to loosen up without doing the same.

Oliver got the picture. Even though he was so horrendously aroused that he wasn't sure if he could really move, he did what he could. Unbuttoning his own suit and tossing it aside, all while removing his belt and letting his pants slide off. Leaving him just as naked as she was. Just as sweaty. Just as turned on...

Oh, he was definitely turned on. His cock was trembling as he felt the sweat pour up against it. Not just that, the cum that had bubbled forth from his cock was still there. He was... God, just looking at Liz was making it harder and harder for him to think straight. She was such a sexy woman. She...

Liz grinned as she started to dig in right then and there. She didn't even give him a chance to properly recover as she slammed her mature pussy right down on him, letting his crotch rub up against the jungle right above her cunt. "Alright, Liv! Let's see how far you can loosen up! I like my lovers just as loose as me, so you better give me what I like!"

Oliver tried to do what she told him to do. But he couldn't really thrust up. Having that mature force of dominance slam down on him was making it hard to do anything. But still, he tried. He tried to put power into his hips and shove upward, but all that happened when he did so was a moan leaving his lips, because she was driving him to a climax far before she ended up getting one.

But she wasn't discouraged. Oh no, the sensation of having his sticky white gunk pour into her... It was good enough for her. So much so that she laughed as he started to grow limp as he remained in his chair. "Oh, come on. You're not done yet. You've still got to cut loose." Liz said as she pulled herself off his cock, squeezing her thighs together as she made sure that none of the cum managed to pour on out. All while she took a seat on her couch. "Here. Come over and eat out your own cum. That'll loosen you up."

Oliver could feel his heart trying to hold him back a little. But he promised that he wouldn't say no to her. So even though he was exhausted, even though he was getting sweatier by the moment, he managed to climb off his chair. Even though he fell onto his knees and had to crawl towards her, he did what she asked. He put his face up against her crotch, and started to lap up his own cum from her lips...

An act that resulted in her pushing his head closer towards her cunt. "Eat me out like you mean it, Liv! Don't just lap it all up, you have to eat it! And eat me out too, I wanna cum, damnit!" She shouted, giving him an order while using her thighs as a vice to keep him under control...

The youth did as she asked. Not just because she had trapped him there. But honestly, his cum was strangely... Yeah, really strangely delicious. So much so that he started to stuff his tongue right into her cunt. Licking and slurping away at it, making sure that he rubbed it all over and gave her just enough stimuli. Just so she could feel the best she possibly could...

Of course he didn't realize that anything bad was happening. He didn't realize that all of her confidence was starting to rub off on him. Slowly but surely making his body grow just as thick and as plush as hers. His arms growing flabby, his belly pushing out as it started to cover up his cock, and his thighs... Good lord, they were getting thick. And yet...

It felt right to be like this. Of course he was getting thick like her. The biggest source of confidence that he had ever met in his entire life was Liz. She had proven that you could bottle it all up and just let it out when you wanted to. So if he wanted to be confident and loosen up like she did, then he had to be just like her.

Oliver just continued slurping up as much of that cum as he could, planting kiss after kiss on those plump lips, all while his body grew thicker and thicker. Not just thicker either. It was getting bigger. Mature in all the right spots. A little sag here and there, and a bunch more sweat running down his form. All while he felt his crotch getting more prickly, and his armpits getting nice and stuffy...

Liz, on the other hand, was busy letting out moan after moan. God, he was good. Well, he was still an amateur, but he was doing a damn good job for what it was worth. Making her pleasure spike more and more. So much so that she could almost cum right then and there. But she still needed him to tease one of her most problematic spots...

She pushed him out from between her thighs, and then quickly spun around as she let him see those fat cheeks of hers. And the slightly hairy hole hidden between. The hole decorated with a couple of gross looking specs of shit... "Eat me out, Liv. That's-"

This time, Oliver was the one to take the plunge. Liz didn't even finish talking to him before he had stuffed his tongue straight into that plump donut, causing Liz to let out an orgasmic scream as he managed to hit just the right spot inside her hole. Even though it was dirty, he had just shown the kind of confidence that came with letting loose...

And in the process, he finished loosening up. The plump curves that had been growing on his body culminated in a set of fat tits, just as fat as Liz's own. That, and the complete lack of something sausage-like between his thighs. The puddle of pure pussy juice dripping out onto the floor was proof that he had lost his manhood completely.

But did Liv care? No, as she pulled back from her girlfriend's fat fucking ass, she just licked her lips and climbed onto the couch as well. "Your turn, Liz." She grinned, showing just what she had learned from the woman that she had fallen in love with. The woman that she had always been in love with. As far as she was concerned, there was no Oliver any more...

Liz sighed. "Ya don't even let me enjoy the afterglow. You needy cunt..." The loosened-up bitch grinned as she climbed off the couch. So she could give her girlfriend the same kind of service that she always gave her.

As far as either of them were concerned, there had never been an Oliver. There were just the two of them. Liz and Liv. Two bitches who were madly in love with one another, allowing each of them to be as crude as possible when they were at home. When they were out of the house, they were as prim and as proper as two middle aged ladies like them could be.

But right now, Liv really needed the relief that Liz's tongue could bring her. She'd really help her by cleaning that disgusting crack...