Test vs. Sabrina

Her approving moan (and the sensual reward that accompanied it) confirmed that he was on the right track. Mewtwo seemed to be looking to relax, so Test took it nice and slow. Lovingly pampering her tits with slow, attentive touches. Encouraging her to relax and take it easy, he would take care of everything.

Mewtwo soon got the message, sitting down on her bed with Test still immersed in her boobs and slaving away at their perfection. As his hands explored their near-endless expanse, the tension left her body and even her rewarding squeezes became less common and less intense. Still pleasant, but not enough to thwart his attempts to properly worship her.

The reduction in rewards didn't bother him. Mewtwo's satisfaction was reward enough. The adventurer massage was slow, rhythmic, and continuous. Intent on providing her a steady stream of smooth, relaxation pleasure to let her enjoy herself at her own pace. His tongue occasionally darting in for a slavish lick to escalate his worship. Punctuating the steady flow of sensation with infrequent but regular spikes of pleasure.

Eventually, Mewtwo grew accustomed to the steady, rhythmic pace of Test's devotion, her body heating up and her breasts feeling simply divine under his care. She began rolling her tits against his face at the same tempo of Test's service, letting his face get lost in their yielding curves between his licks.

Test's position paralleled her own. His arousal slowly growing in a state of warm, relaxed bliss. This quickly turned into a feed back loop. His growing arousal driving him to gradually intensity his worship. Teasing Mewtwo's titties more and more directly to hopefully heighten her pleasure as well.

And as Mewtwo's pleasure heightened, she began growing a bit more bold with the way she smothered and pampered Test's face between her tits. Their enormous heft and their pillowy warmth enveloping his every sense while Test lavished them in direct attention.

Test's world was soon narrowed to only include Mewtwo's perfect breasts as they demanded his complete devotion. His licks and squeezes coming more frequently. He was soon massaging those breasts with all the strength and skill he could muster. His thumbs teasing her nipples as he licked along her curves. His worship now more directly lewd then at any point before.

The busty goddess of a Pokemom was very receptive and accepting for his worship, and she swayed her chest from side to side, pressing her boobs against his face more and more as her breathing grew labored and heavy and her crotch started heating up.

Test moaned loudly inside her bosom as it's sway pleasantly batted him back and forth. The boob loving adventurer was approaching his own climax. But determined to see this through he nuzzled in deeper and put everything he had into one last push. Massaging and licking up a storm in the hopes of pushing Mewtwo over the edge.

The Pokemom finally reached the end of her rope, arching her back and sighing as she reached a pleasant and steady orgasm thanks to Test's loyal and consistent service. Now it was time to reward him, she pushed her boobs together and pumped them up and down against his face.

Test followed right behind her. Mewtwo's reward sending him over the edge into a powerful climax as he went limp between her boobs. He'd accomplished his mission, getting to experience both sexual satisfaction and the satisfaction of a job well done.

Mewtwo chuckled and shifted position so Test going limp meant he'd sink right into her cleavage. One orgasm was enough to leave him limp, but the Pokemom's endurance was a bit more firm. "So, too taken by my tits to resist the chance to savor them again? Good, it means my little service worked." Mewtwo said, proud of herself and her mind-melting rack.

"Yes mistress." Test moaned as he sleepily kissed her breasts. His devotion to her divine breasts instilled so deeply as to be instinctual.

"Tuckering out? I suppose that's natural. It's okay, you may go to sleep. I won't keep you longer than necessary." Mewtwo said before realizing she forgot something incredibly important. "Thank you, Test."

"You welcome mistress. It was a pleasure to serve." The adventurer yawned before falling asleep between her pillows.

Mewtwo closed her eyes and joined him in slumber, but this time, she'd be the first to wake up. And, to spare Test's will, she set him up on an actual pillow on her bed so he wouldn't wake up already imprisoned by her breasts.

Even in his sleep Test seemed a bit reluctant to leave her chest. But it was probably for the best, lest he gets caught in an endless cycle of boob worship.

Test would get a cozy, refreshing sleep up until he woke up, and Mewtwo would leave the mom ball to do some training with Sabrina. But, she'd leave a note for him explaining that he could let Sabrina know he wanted to leave as well by concentrating really hard on it.

Yet, Mewtwo made an uncharacteristically neglectful error. She left the note on a desk... a desk with a used bra on it.

He could leave by concentrating? Well that explained how the Pokemom let Sabrina know that they'd like a bit of time in the sun. But leaving was far from Test's mind when he spotted the used bra. With his inhibitions already destroyed by two mind melting tit smother sessions from the psychic pokemom he had no willpower left to stop him from picking up the piece of underwear and giving it a big sniff.

The scent was indisputably of Mewtwo's boobs, and the aroma immediately made him recall the pure pleasure of having his face pinned against her tits, massaged and teased to high heaven and his thoughts buried betwixt her cleavage.

Any recollection of the sight, sent, or feel of Mewtwo's breasts was more than enough to send the adventurer into a horny daze. Test immediately pulled his pants down and started stroking himself as he sniffed and nuzzled the used lingerie.

The aroma of Mewtwo's bra was potent enough to make feel as though he was reliving those moment spent buried and nuzzled in her breasts. The fabric as soft as he imagined, and the only thing missing was the press of Mewtwo's boobs themselves.

It was hard for Test to dwell on what was missing when what was there was already so good. The adventurer lewdly moaning and panting as just the scent and feel of Mewtwo's bra proved to be enough to push him to the edge. His devotion to her bosom so complete that even her bra would secure his full submission.

And as Test rampantly and shamelessly indulged himself, it would appear that no one would try to stop him. Leaving him alone with his lust, Mewtwo's bra, and his deep-seated desire to submit himself to her breasts in any way he could.

Test thought only of Mewtwo and her dominant charms as his lust ran rampant. And before long it overflowed into a powerful orgasm that left him even more dedicated to the elegant pokemom and her powerful allure.