He didn't want to lose sight of the sisters again—because if they vanished, he'd have to scramble, performing some random, awkward video game-style ritual or frantic button-mashing just to make them reappear.
Otherwise, he'd be left standing there like a complete idiot—boner fully exposed and throbbing—looking exactly like an angry, untamed Manda ready to strike.
The thought of waiting helplessly, caught in that humiliating state, made him feel even more awkward—and even more desperate to keep them in view at all times.
Luckily, he could see their heads bobbing up and down in the walk-in closet. It reminded him of those pornos where girls' heads bobbed rhythmically during blowjobs. He snorted to himself—either that, or it was like some weird whack-a-mole fairground game, with mole heads popping up for him to smack.
Whatever they were putting on, it looked like they were helping each other get dressed—and somehow, knowing they were doing that, slipping each other into whatever outfit they'd planned for the shower or bubble bath, made his dongle twitch.
Before he could even think about touching it, the sisters made their outfits fully visible for Chad to soak in. They stood right in front of him, outfits on full display.
"What do you think?" they asked in perfect sisterly unison.
He'd seen so many sexy female outfits before—like when he played those anime dress-up games, where you pick outfits for your character and try to choose the skimpiest one possible. You know, like a maid, a bunny girl, a catgirl in fishnets, a magical girl with thigh-highs and barely-there frills, a dominatrix-style leather outfit, or even one of those strappy bikini-armour sets that barely cover anything.
And he was also very familiar with the lingerie section of clothing catalogues.
But the outfits these sisters wore were unlike anything he'd ever seen before.
Outfits… if you can call them that. The sisters stood before Chad, draped in 'outfits' of shimmering bubbles. Iridescent orbs hugged their naked curves, popping softly to reveal fleeting glimpses of skin. Tiny bubbles glittered like jewels along their collarbones; larger ones teased over hips and chests, refracting rainbows. They swayed, bubbles shifting, bursting with wet pffts. "What do you think?" they purred in unison, frying Chad's brain.
Their bodies were flawless, like those of models—not too thin, yet not overly thick. They were sculpted like goddesses, with curves in all the right places and skin as smooth and soft as silk.
Vee had the sleek, firm, and toned bubble butt that turned every head, while Bibi boasted full, alluring, perky breasts that framed her figure beautifully. Together, they perfectly balanced each other, complementing one another effortlessly and commanding attention simply by standing side by side.
"Yo, you're rockin' bubbles to cover your… uh, lady bits?" Chad stammered, his voice cracking as his eyes bugged out, brain glitching like a laggy game server.
Their laughter tinkled like silk, weaving together in a teasing harmony. "Oh, Chad."
Vee purred, her voice dripping honey, a bubble glinting wickedly over her pussy. Her sister leaned in, bubbles gleaming on her curves. "Enjoying the show, Chad, or need a closer look?" they teased in unison, their smirks pure torture.
The sisters exchanged a knowing grin, voices weaving a sultry duet. "Only the best for you, Chad," Vee cooed as she spun in place, bubbles hugging her big... bubble butt.
Bibi leaned in, bubbles tracing the swell of her curves and clinging snugly to her boobs. "These bubbles make my tits pop, don't they?" She asked, chest proudly puffed out—arms held just so, careful not to disturb the delicate arrangement.
Chad's grin turned sleazy, his eyes gleaming with horny glee. "Holy pixels, those bubbles frame your… uh, goods perfectly—Vee's bubble butt's straight-up hypnotic, and Bibi, your boob bubbles? Total game over, sexy."
The sisters knew how sexy they looked and struck a few poses to see if his erection responded.
Vee started with a slow, sultry twist, thrusting her big, sexy butt outward. She turned her back fully, arching it to show off every curve, then bent forward slightly, letting the bubbles shimmer along her rounded rear. She swayed her hips side to side, giving a tantalising view from behind, before standing tall and looking over her shoulder with a teasing smile.
And then Bibi pushed her chest forward, hands tracing her sides, then lifted her arms to flaunt her massive tits, bubbles shimmering provocatively. She swayed gently, bubbles dancing across her curves.
They wanted him to stare—so he did, eyes locked with full focus. It wasn't rude if they were clearly putting on a show, right? This was a performance, and he was the very willing audience.
Still, something about the bubbles puzzled him. No matter how they moved—twisting, bending, arching—the bubbles stayed perfectly in place. Not one slipped off, popped, or even wobbled. It was like they were glued on... or enchanted?
Then it hit him, like a cum shot landing on the face—his waifu's face was right there, printed across the bubbles on their boobs. That thought alone made his semi, already pointing forward, stiffen into a full, proud erection—rising up like a flagpole being raised at dawn.
Vee's eyes flicked down to Chad's full-blown erection, her grin curling with wicked playfulness. "Is that flagpole waving for my bubble butt, Chad?"
Bibi arched an eyebrow, giving her glistening tits a slow, deliberate shake, the bubbles shimmering with each motion. "Or are my bubble boobies causing it?"
Their voices melted together in teasing harmony, thick with sultry delight.
"I was just... just looking at the bubble...butt boobies outfits," he stammered.
In that moment, he desperately wished he had something to cover his erection—but he couldn't use his hands, not after they'd strictly told him not to touch. If only he had some bubbles of his own to hide his pirate... So, the question bubbling up inside him slipped out:
"Do the bubble outfits... cum—"
He coughed. "I mean… do they come in unisex?"
"Unisex?" Bibi tilted her head, clearly confused.
Vee leaned in close and whispered, "Is that when you have sex at university?"
Bibi frowned slightly. "Mmm… I don't think so."
Vee gave a little shrug. "When I don't know a word, I just say it slow… makes it sound like I meant it."
They exchanged a glance—and in true sisterly fashion, came to the exact same conclusion: their own definition was way more fun.
Without a word, they moved to flank Chad, one on each side, steps perfectly in sync. They didn't need to plan it—they just knew.
Bibi leaned toward his ear, lips barely parted. "U–N–I…"
Vee finished the line, sultry and smooth. "…are going to have sex."
Chad blinked. "You and me?"
They both smiled, eyes glinting.
"…And me," Vee added with a wink.