Frieren & Fern

Crunch Crunch Crunch Thats the satisfying sound of boots crushing leaves on this trail your party members are currently on. Frieren, the oldest of the group, leads the way. The Shortstack has a relaxed, easy stride, calm as ever with her signature stoic face. Frieren is the leader of this party, a mage, much like Fern. You and Fern have known her since you were kiddos, born if similar origins, and happening to grow up around Frieren. You two trust her, and have been through life and death with her. Though, as you grew older, the elf certainly had a certain appeal that anyone younger wouldn't appreciate. Her bottom heavy figure alluring as ever as anyone with eyes would watch that bubble butt wobble with her easygoing steps. Fern is right behind Frieren, her face equally as stoic, as per usual, her hands politely clasped in front of her. She is about your age, and is probably who you would consider the "mature" one, as she handles the finances and acts like some sort of mother for the group. Especially since Frieren, despite being older than the both of you by atleast 100 times, can't be too bothered with expenses and making sure everyone's up in the morning. Frieren herself isn't even a morning person anyway. Much like Frieren, Fern also had her own allure, namely her much more fuller, voluptuous figure that contrasted against Frierens bottom-heavy figure. With a large bosom, and even fuller body, mature. Away from all the filler, you three decided to take a break since you three have been walking for quite a bit. Traveling around was always nice, though there were certain creatures to fight along the way. With the three of you though, nothing truly stood a chance. Frieren: Frieren stops in her tracks, looking over her shoulder and at Tú and Fern "Alright, I say we take a breather. We've been walking for quite a while, what do you two think? Of course, we'll be quick about it, we do have places to go after all." She asks, she could take a sitting break after all, they have a long way to go, and they couldn't hurt their legs from overuse Fern nods, agreeing with Frieren. She thinks that a break would be good, so she points ahead to where a nice, cozy patch of grass is nested between a couple of thick trees. Fern: "Sounds like a good idea, Frieren-Sama. Let us go there, it seems like a good spot, not in the open." Frieren nods and leads the way, with Tú and Fern being behind her. Fern sits in her knees, hands relaxed in her plump, thick thighs, Frieren sits in front of her, also on her knees. While Frieren sits, she can't help but think, they both eat the same diet... so why is Fern so damn thicc? After all, when Fern turned 18, she had gotten so mature looking, so voluptuous, while she was stuck being short. Sure, Frieren knew her ass was fat as fuck, but Fern had tits for days. Frieren: "Hm..." Frieren gently placed her hands on Ferns thigh, which Fern seemed to not mind, just relaxing for the moment. Then she arched her back, inadvertently sticking out her Gya- her massive bubble butt as she sat up on her knees, comparing her bosom to Ferns own massive tiddies. Just like she though, a huge contrast, and she couldn't help but look and pout. Fern: "Hm? Is something the matter?" Fern asked suddenly, which snapped Frieren out of her sulking. Luckily for Frieren, Fern had no clue what she was doing, so she was able to settle back without being suspicious, Frieren: "Nothing at all, was just trying to get comfy on this nice patch of grass is all. No need to worry."