["I don't want to get up... I want to stay lying here. " Chad's on his way, aching to snuggle me all night… Your 3D asses can't compete… He has a big, BIG, BIG load ready for me… when he cums home… hehehe~"]
The pillow lay there unaffected on the bed, its huge, cutesy anime smile still beaming wide—unscathed, untouched, not a wrinkle or sag in sight.
Seraphina's glare could've torched the ring, jaw clenched, muscles twitching. No-selling a wrestler's finisher was the ultimate slap in the face—her Muff Diver was supposed to put her opponent down for good, the final, crushing blow. Instead, this pillow had the audacity to bounce back and start talking! That was the cardinal sin in wrestling. She snarled, fists trembling. "I'M KNOCKING YOUR FUCKING LIGHTS OUT! I'll smash you into the fucking ground again and again until you can't even remember what it felt like to be cute."
["What's that white, powdery stuff around your nose, all over your boobs and nipples? Have you been snorting something? Is it something you'd care to explain?"]
Seraphina swiped at the dried old cum particles from Chad clinging to her boobs and streaking under her nose—she was beyond pissed now.
She let out a banshee screech and pounced to snag the pillow, but it squirmed like a greased eel, slipping free. After a sweaty, grunting wrestle, she slammed it to the bed and plopped onto its middle, the thing thrashing beneath her like a human-waifu centipede. She smirked, heat creeping up her thighs—damn, this wriggling felt kinda good. "Holy shit, I get Chad's waifu kink now," she crowed to the others. "Help me get this bitch to stay still!"
["Chad sits on me in this exact position every night… It's nothing I can't handle."]
The other two naked girls stood frozen, eyes wide with disbelief. Mila's voice trembled as she stammered, "How... how is this even possible?"
Kandi bounced nervously on her heels, hands pressed together in anxious excitement. "How's it still moving under you? You're supposed to be the strongest woman in the world! Chad must've done something to this pillow… did he give it steroids? Or, like, a dose of Viagra or something?"
Seraphina's eyes flashed with impatience as she snapped, "Kandi, sit on her face… Press down hard, like I'm doing! Mila, sit on her legs."
Kandi shrieked, recoiling with a jittery hop, her hands trembling as she stared at the pillow's twitching face. "W-wait, what if it bites my butt?
Mila, "And her feet? I don't have a foot fetish, ya know."
Seraphina's growl deepened, her voice colder. "Quit hesitating and do it now!"
With shaky legs, Kandi edged closer to the pillow. She sucked in a breath, hands pressing into the fabric as she lowered herself—slowly, uncertain—before finally sinking down onto his waifu's face.
Reluctance faded, and Mila dropped to her knees and slid forward, her thighs brushing against the plush surface. With an awkward frown, she hovered over Chad's waifu's legs, then eased herself down, glancing at Seraphina for some kind of approval.
Together, they pinned the pillow, naked bodies melding against it—his waifu, caught, immobile beneath them. Their bare vaginas pressed flush and fiercely into the fabric
Their bare vaginas sank firmly against the fabric, hot and unyielding, holding her flat to the bed in a smouldering, dominant embrace.
Seraphina said, "Perfect… Now sit on her… until this pathetic excuse for a waifu pillow runs out of energy and tires out."
Kandi glanced at Mila, then at Seraphina, their bare skin and vaginas and hard butts rubbing up against the waifu pillow. "Well... at least it's going to smell good now, right?"
Mila smirked. "Not like that cotton bullshit."
Wiggling to readjust herself, Kandi made sure the pillow stayed right where it was. "Like some high-end perfume! Wonder if Chad will even notice the new scents on it."
Seraphina snorted. "Obviously he won't... we're gonna toss her out the damn window before he gets here and then in the trash."
["The local fishmonger at Brightwater's Deep Catch has a variety of 3 potent fish for sale: the Golden Salmon at £12, the Silver Trout at £8, and the Spicy Mackerel at £6. Warning: They are extra stinky."]
Mila and Kandi exchanged a confused glance, and Mila quipped, "What is this, a commercial break? This isn't YouTube or Twitch, where they pop up an ad right when you're finally getting into it and ruin the vibe!"
"Super weird," Kandi replied.
Seraphina laughed. "It seems like we've broken her. She's going haywire and shit!"
Frowning, Kandi asked, "Where's her voice coming from, anyway? I thought we'd smothered her."
"Fuck knows!" Seraphina shouted, keeping a firm grip, holding the pillow down.
Mila arched a brow, her tone sceptical. "So the plan's to waifu-nap her, and then he'll be so desperate he'll beg to screw us all? Why doesn't he just grab a new one? It's not like this Alixia pillow is the last of its kind."
Seraphina sneered, leaning in with mock gravity. "Oh, nooo… A guy's bound to his waifu for life… until she's old and faded. You don't just swap her out. That's like saying a man craves a harem of random women, which, obviously, no guy ever dreams of."
Mila and Kandi exchanged a dubious glance, Seraphina's logic landing like a brick—heavy, confusing, and not quite fitting the reality they knew. They kept their mouths shut, too afraid to argue with such a big girl.
After a charged pause, Mila tilted her head, her voice dry. "Is his waifu finished? She's been silent way too long."
Seraphina squirmed, her bare ass grinding against the pillow as a faint twitch stirred beneath her skin. "I can still feel something…" she murmured, voice low and curious.
Deep within the waifu pillow, pinned under the girls' weight, restless feathers pulsed free. They brushed the girls' treasures teasingly light, sparking shivers. Wetness bloomed, dripping onto the pillow, darkening it. The feathers grazed their thighs and lower backs, igniting breathless flushes.
The girls' grips faltered as the feathers' teasing became unbearable. Seraphina grunted, tumbling off first, followed by Kandi's squeak as she toppled sideways. Mila lurched last, all three spilling off the pillow in a tangle of flushed limbs, leaving three damp patches on the pillow.
Mila eyed the wet patches, then fixated on the large one she had left on the feet of the waifu pillow. She pondered, "Maybe I do have a foot fetish after all... That's definitely something to explore one day."
Scrambling to her feet, Kandi brushed herself off with an annoyed pout. "Ugh, that pillow's feathers were way too soft! They kept poking and… I didn't sign up for this waifu pussy ambush!"
Now utterly furious, Seraphina brushed a stray feather off her thigh before leaping up and yanking the pillow off the bed. Wrestling it with furious tugs, she snarled, "You've pissed me off now, you filthy cum-stained waifu wreck… I'm yeeting you out the window and into the trash, where you belong!"