You say the art sucks? Fine, I'll make it suck. Its the STORY THAT YOU SHOULD BE READING INSTEAD, but whatever, this one was a fun one to write about. Whenever I have nothing to do at work (which is like half the time), I write these.

Thats how they release so quickly. No AI used, just my filthy imagination & the help of r/eroticliterature.

INCLUDES: Introduction, blowjob, vaginal sex.

Here we go:

The town has a weird way of absorbing everything, the car sounds, smell of the rain, the bickering of civilians, etc. I was walking down the sidewalk, & as I turned a corner, the air truly hit me.

It was a chilly afternoon, every step feeling like a cold lake. I found a small local shop, seemed recently new. The bell above the door had a sharp chime as I walked in, a sound too loud for what it's worth. 

It was a candy & snack shop. I wasn't too big of a fan of sweets, if I was lying. The shelves were packed with taffies, jelly beans, licorice, & chips. The air conditioning was a low hum, & its warmth was a stark contrast to the frigid cold outside.

The girl working the front was extremely out of place in such an environment. She was short, barely even reaching my chest. But something about her was very large. She was wearing an oversized black t-shirt that swallowed her upper body, but under that shirt was a chest that seemed mathematically impossible for someone of her stature.

Each breast was bigger than her own head, & her head had yellow-brown dragon horns atop of it. She had vibrant salmon-pink hair tied in low, curly twintails. They faded into a brilliant purple at the ends.

She was currently occupied with stealing candy from the candy jars, with a furrow brow of concentration. She seemed too forceful (somehow), as she was shoving her small in. Some candy spilled out onto the floor.

She looked on, eyes wide, frozen, as if she just witnessed a tragedy. She didn't look up immediately, instead staring at the jar, a contrast between her fierce-looking horns & bright red snake-like eyes, versus her chest & the fragile, childlike devastation on her face. 

For a few seconds, the only sound was the hum of the AC & the slight ambience of traffic outside. Then, she spotted me. She pivoted her head quickly, locking eyes with me, panicking, saying "don't say anything!" 

She tried to hide what she was doing, but it didn't really work, as the evidence of her crime was on the floor. Despite the sharpness in her tone, there was no real malice in it, just the voice of someone exposed for stealing.

She truly seemed like a gremlin, el creatura, if you will. I didn't say a word, nor did I leave. I step closer, & lean down, picking up a jelly bean, no barely bigger than a grain of rice, & held it out to her.

The tension in her shoulder vanished. She looked at my hand, looked up at me, from a scared look to a bewildered curiosity. "You... actually got it for me," she muttered, she reached to get it, her small hands brushing against my palm. 

As she leaned forward to retrieve it, the oversized collar of her black shirt drifted off her shoulder. Her chest pressed firmly against the edge of the counter. She was aware of her proportions, & it seemed to give her a sudden jump in confidence. 

She didn't pull her shirt back over her shoulder, she let it hang, letting her shirt hang over her hips & the swell of her chest. "You're pretty observant," she said, her voice becoming playful, while showing her sharp teeth. 

"Most people here just start complaining about the prices, or what we don't have. You're the first person that's actually useful." She straightened herself, causing her shirt to ride up slightly, showing the tops of her long black socks. 

She leaned back against the tall stool made for her, crossing one leg over the other. This moved her shirt to ride up even further, showcasing her soft thighs. She watched me very intensely, her gaze flickering down to my upper body then back to my eyes.

There was a chaotic energy about her, like a coiled spring ready to release, but she had a soft expression. "I'm Ilulu", she said, not offering a handshake. Instead, she rested her chin on her hand, her elbow perched on one of her breasts.

The fabric stretched against her chest, due to the sheer volume. She seemed to be testing me, like how I would react to her. "Since you helped me, I guess I owe you something. Do you actually need something, or do you want to keep staring at me?"

I didn't answer, due to my anxiety, but I let my gaze drift to the shelves behind the counter, then back to her. She was huffing, making the fabric of her shirt ripple. She didn't mind my quietness, in fact, she reveled in it. 

She shifted her weight, allowing her shirt to slide down further. "Silent type, huh?" she murmured, her toothy grin widening, "I can work with that." She reached back into the jar, after learning how to not be forceful, twiddling with some candy in there. 

She looked like she was desperately wanting approval of something. She was almost like some sort of creature, trying to fit in to society. Ilulu stood off the stool, & came around the counter. 

As she did so, the sheer proportions of her became more apparent. She was so short that the oversized t-shirt nearly reached her mid-thighs, acting like a makeshift skirt. Her bright red shoes clicked as she walked over to me, with a predatory confidence. 

She stopped inches away, the top of her head barely reaching my chest. From this angle, the size of her chest was even bigger, the fabric struggling to contain them. She looked up at me, her eyes both full of mischief & curiosity. 

Nobody else was in the shop, it was just me, Ilulu, & her shallow breathing. Ilulu came close enough that I could feel her warmth through my clothes. She was looking at the line of my jaw with her eyes, before looking up at mine again. 

The playful smirk she had was threatening, but kind of inviting. She reached out, her small hand brushing against the fabric of my shirt, her fingers grazing my stomach as she leaned in even further.

The shirt pulled even tighter around her chest, truly showing the immense size of her twins. "You're a lot taller than you look from across the room," she whispered, her voice deeper. She let her palm linger on my stomach some more.

Its as if she was trying to feel my heart rate. The frustration & confusion that she had earlier seemed to fade into a sinister intent. She no longer was this clumsy girl, but rather a creature of instinct.

She let me know how much power she has against me. She then began to circle me, like a vulture over carrion. Her breasts swayed side to side as she walked, then she stopped behind me. 

I then felt a soft pressure of her chest pressed firmly in the dip in my back. She jumped up, her arms around me, & laid her head on my shoulder blade. I could feel her breathing a series of shallow puffs against the fabric of my shirt.

She was playing a game, testing my patience in this private local shop where social distancing didn't apply. Ilulu's grip around my waist tightened. I could feel the softness of her back molding it, it was a soft plushess.

She then moved to my side, her wide eyes shimmering with a mischief. The way she looked at me, not with lust, but with a childlike curiosity, examining me. She truly was a creature of chaos. 

She reached up, curling her fingers in the center of my chest. She was gravitating to me, not letting me go. She tilted her head, brushing it against my arm. I wasn't moving, acting as if she was a big cat, not wanting to startle it. 

"You're so quiet", she breathed, barely whispering. "Its almost like you're waiting for me to do something..." A flicker of pride entered her eyes, as she remembered the chaotic dragon she used to be. 

She shifted her weight, her hips swaying. She knew the visual impact her body had, her narrow waist contrasting to the absolute swell of her chest & the curve of her hips. She used it like a weapon, as she got close enough that her breath tickled my neck.

Ilulu's hand drifted downwards, not breaking eye contact. Her chest pressed fully against my stomach, forcing me to step back. She let out a satisfied huff, a half sigh, half giggle. Her shirt looked very close to snapping any second under the pressure of her chest.

Ilulu looked down at her chest for a brief second, knowing her physical form would excite me in some way. She then leaned them into my abdomen once more, with a quiet "humph". Her hands were flat against the waist of my jeans, backing me up against a table. 

"I can tell you're not as indifferent as you appear to be", she murmured, with a fiery heat. She sank towards the floor, her chest briefly obscuring her face, before bouncing back down with a buoyancy.

Her red shoes clicked together as she landed, as her presence was smaller, yet more intimidating. Her black t-shirt pooled on the floor, the fabric bunching up in a black void that contrasted with her pale skin.

She looked up at me, her eyes full of hunger & curiosity. She didn't hesitate, as she gripped the thighs of my jeans, & leaned forward. This caused her to move the neckline of her shirt downward, revealing the deep valley between her breasts.

They were now resting heavily against the floor & my legs. Her clumsy facade was gone, with a sense of purpose replacing it. Her eyes drifted up to the bulge of my jeans. I couldn't help it, seeing her big proportions caused my body to go into overdrive.

A small, knowing smile crossed her lips, as she knew exactly what was happening. She pressed her breasts on my thighs, as she reached her tiny hands for the buttons of my jeans, flicking the metal fastener open. 

The sound of the zipper broke the quiet atmosphere, that signaled the point of no return. As the denim parted ways, she let out a soft, shaky breath, as her pupils dilated, as she saw my erection.

Her hands were hot, as she let out a low hum. As I looked at the sheer proportions at this angle, the deep ravine in between her breasts was immaculate. She glanced at me one last time, with a desperate hunger. 

She didn't wait for confirmation. She leaned forward, her lips parting me as she enveloped my penis with a sudden burning intensity. The difference in temperature was immaculate, as if she was breathing fire right on me. 

She was surprisingly skilled, her tongue swirling with an instinctive rhythm that bested the most skilled pornstars. Her breath was shallow, & she gripped my thighs tighter, her small fingers digging into the denim of my jeans.

She moved her head back & forth, taking my shaft deep into her hot throat. Every time she did so, her breasts brushed the underside of my thighs, the friction of cotton adding a secondary pleasure to her first.

She was small, sure, but the sheer scale of her proportions made this encounter way more intimate. Ilulu's rhythm was perfect, & she experimented with different pressures & speeds, her tongue flickering against the head of my penis. 

She let out several muffled moans, a sound of genuine pleasure that vibrated throughout my lower body. Its as if she was a participant in the pleasure rather than the provider. She lifted her shirt slightly, revealing her waist & the slight dip of her spine.

The shine of her horns casted a soft glow on her hair, as her twintails lightly brushed the floor. She was completely lost in the act, her eyes closed as she focused in the pulsing sensation of my erection. 

Her hands were now clutching my hips in desperation. The world melted down to the wetness of her mouth & the pressure of her boobs against my thighs. Her passion in this blowjob was overwhelming. 

Her breathing was strained, needy, & melodic, as she moaned every time she tilted her head back. As the intensity climbed, I felt her fingers dig deep into my skin, as if she thought I might disappear, and didn't want me gone. 

Her eyes rolled back into her head, as her mind was completely gone, lost in pleasure. She was using her entire upper body to give me this blowjob, as her breasts repeatedly hit my thighs. She looked up at me, seeing if, or when, I'd break.

She put her hands on the back of my thighs, pulling me in, as well as pulling me into her breasts. The friction of her mouth plus the cotton shirt made my vision blur, as I went into sensory overload. 

The air grew heavy, as Ilulu grew frantic, wanting me to climax ASAP. She was trembling, with raw unbridled energy. Her massive breasts flattened against my thighs. She let out a sharp, muffled cry, as her grip on my legs began to be somewhat painful.

I grabbed her horns, pulled her head in, and came down her throat. She leaned in purposefully, as my body trembled as. She seemed to savor the moment of my collapse, her throat working to savor every last pump.

Ilulu didn't stay on the floor for long as she wanted more from me. She took a long gulp, & sprung up. She then grabbed both of my wrists, & hoisted herself onto my pelvis, her small hands gripping my waist. 

She didn't stop until I was backed against the table. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her stomach exposed to the open air, a teaser of whats to come. She reached down, frantic but precise, & yanked the rest of my clothing away. 

The sudden shift left me breathless, & she didn't leave me a moment to recover. She guided me onto her, as my penis slid into her pussy, with a wet, heavy friction, that made her gasp from pleasure. 

Her eyes rolled back, as she absorbed the full length of me in one go. Ilulu's body shuddered, her huge chest pressed against mine, with the shirt acting as a thin barrier between our skin. She squeezed, her internal walls clamping my shaft with a draconic strength. 

She let out a long, shuddering moan, her head falling back as she arched her back. She grinded her hips in a slow circle, maximizing the pressure of her pussy on me. The friction was an electric heat, that seemed to fuse us into one, pulsing energy. 

With every forward press she made, the plush weight of her chest collided with mine. I could feel the dampness of her shirt from her sweat. Ilulu's pussy gripped me with a sort of predatory intent, each thrust drove my penis deeper into her. 

She let out a gutteral sound, almost like a sob or growl, & buried her face in the dip of my neck. The difference in her size but the tightness of her core was staggering. She arched her back, which made the fabric of her shirt tighten even more, her breasts creating a soft pressure that made the air leave my lungs.

Ilulu had me backed against the table, my spine nearly killing me, but it was all worth it. She began to mumble incoherently, her eyes glazed over in pleasure. Every time our pelvises collided, a sharp wet sound echoed through the shop.

As my climax began to squeeze inside of me, she knew it was coming . Her grip adjusted to my shoulders, & her legs locked around my waist. She began to shake, a tremor that began in her thighs that traveled through her body. 

She let out a loud cry, as her internal muscles contracted around my penis in a series of crushing spasms. This pulled everything out of me in one explosive surge. I groaned, as I poured myself deep into her searing pussy.

It filled her womb, as she let out a choking muffled sound. Her entire body turned stiff as she sat on me, taking every last pump. She clung to me for several seconds, her breath coming out in short gasps, her heavy chest heaving against mine. 

Her strength faded, as she collapsed forward, her head rested on my collarbone. For a few moments, the only sound was our breathing & the low hum of the AC, with distant traffic. Ilulu still layed in me, her legs loosely dangling around my thighs. 

The shirt was now as good as a damp rag, leaving little to the imagination. She looked up at me, & a genuine laugh bubbled from her throat. She still clung to me, as the air around us dissipated.

She was much more fragile & soft, appearing as how I first met her. Her legs slid down mine with a reluctant friction, as she finally detached herself. She didn't try to clean up her shirt, as it was hanging off one shoulder & clinging to her waist. 

She just watched me with her ruby eyes, a contentment that defied her chaotic nature. For a moment, she didn't look like a dragon, but a girl that finally found a piece of herself she didn't know was missing.

We remained silent, as the acknowledgement of the storm that passed through hit us. Slowly, I stepped back, as I put my jeans back on. Ilulu's expression flickered, as anxiety washed over her. Her small fingers clutched her shirt, watching me.

I was embarrassed that I had let myself partake in that, & as I reached for the door, hearing that piercing chime again, I paused & looked back. She looked messy, her hair going every which way, eyes heavy.

She walked back to the counter, leaving a trail of our love behind as she hobbled over. She just looked at me with a sharp clarity. "Don't think you're off the hook," her voice back in that bright, shimmering tone from earlier.

She crossed her arms over her chest. She lost all edge she had to her now. "Its only fair that you come back later & clean the mess you've made!" Shes right, as there was some puddles that needed to be cleaned. 

Her ruby eyes shimmered as she leaned against the counter. "Tomorrow," she said in a low whisper. "Same time. Don't make me find you." 

And that's part 1! Each one of these fanfics will have 2 parts, part 1 one will be introduction, then 2 sex scenes, then part 2 will now have 3 sex scenes.

Candy Shop (Ilulu Fanfic by me) [PART 1]