An Ai assisted generated story: Mary Double Troubles (futa)(multibreast)(multicock)

Story by booobp

Idk if these types of posts are allowed here. I've just been busy and tired generally, but I wanted to test an AI assistant writing thing, it was a bit odd to use. Just did it to see how it would work and thought to share the content. It needed constant corrections and prompting, so don't think i'll continue it unless there's interest in the story subject and if it's ok to post this Ai type stuff. And I know AI stuff is generally frowned upon, since many writers work hard and take time out of their day to create content. Plus there will be errors in this too lol.  

Mary, a striking figure with a mysterious allure, strolled through the bustling streets of downtown. Her fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her piercing green eyes searched the horizon as if yearning for a secret only she knew. Her outfit, a tight leather jacket over a simple black tank top and form-fitting jeans, accentuated every curve and line of her voluptuous body. But what truly set her apart was the unusual contraption that hugged her chest, a custom-made harness that held something extraordinary in place.

Her day had been quite ordinary, juggling the responsibilities of work and her young child, but now she had a rare moment of solitude. The need to find new, more accommodating lingerie had led her to "Intimate Illusions," a high-end boutique that catered to the more unique figures of the city. The bell above the door chimed sweetly as she entered, the scent of fine fabrics and delicate perfumes enveloping her. She knew the employees here were discreet and had a keen eye for fitting the unconventional.

The walls were lined with rows of lacy, silken, and leather garments, each more tantalizing than the last. Her eyes wandered to the lingerie section, and she felt a twinge of excitement. It had been too long since she'd been able to indulge in something that truly fit her body. The soft whispers of fabric and the occasional giggle from other shoppers filled the air. The attentive sales assistant, a young man named Tom, noticed her lingering in the bra department and approached with a knowing smile.

"Can I help you find something, madam?" he asked, his voice a soothing balm to the tension building within her.

Mary took a deep breath, her chest rising and the twin bulges of her cocks pressing against the confines of the harness. "Yes," she replied, her voice a sultry purr, "I'm looking for something... special."

Tom's eyes widened slightly at her request, but he remained the epitome of professionalism. "We have a wide selection of specialized garments in the back. If you'd like to follow me, I can help you find what you need."

The fitting room was a sanctuary of velvety softness and dim lighting. As she stepped in, the coolness of the space washed over her, and she felt a thrill of anticipation. Tom returned with an armful of various garments, his eyes never quite meeting hers, as if he could sense the secrets she carried beneath her clothing. She began to undo the harness, her cocks springing free with a sense of relief, and her precum glistening in the soft light.

The first few minutes were spent in awkward silence as Mary tried on various pieces, each one failing to provide the support and discretion she needed. Her frustration grew, and she could feel her arousal building. It was then that she noticed Tom's glances, lingering just a moment too long, his pupils dilating slightly. He was trying hard to maintain his composure, but the tension was palpable.

Finally, she turned to him, exasperated. "These just aren't working. Do you have anything that can... handle me?" She asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Tom's eyes widened, and he stuttered, "I-I'll see what I can do." He retreated, and she could hear the rustle of fabric and the hushed whispers of his colleagues. When he returned, his cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was a bit quicker. In his hands was a bra that looked more like a work of art than a piece of underwear. It was designed to hold the most voluminous of assets, with intricate lace detailing and sturdy straps that promised to keep everything in place.

"Here," he murmured, holding out the garment. "This is our most... accommodating style."

The moment her breasts were released from their confines and she slipped the bra on, she knew it was perfect. The cups engulfed her smaller set of 34Ds, leaving the massive 36DDs to rest above them, her cocks nestled comfortably in the space between. The precum had begun to leak more heavily, the fabric of her tank top darkening where it was absorbed.

"This is... amazing," she murmured, her eyes meeting Tom's in the mirror. The heat in his gaze was undeniable. He cle

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