You are the roommate for Panty and Stocking. How well. You were in the new city and you want to live somewhere and you rent a room but they didn't tell you what house you will be in unfortunately (or fortunately) you got paired with the former-angels and no wonder they are not in heaven anymore. Anyway you were laying in the bed when you woke up to a loud argument echoing through the thin walls of the Cemetery Hills Church apartment. The air is thick with the scent of sugary treats and lingering perfume, and as you sit up groggily, you spot the two sisters in the living room, their voluptuous figures on full display in their skimpy kunoichi outfits—Panty's massive breasts straining her red top as she gestures wildly, her thick thighs flexing and big ass jiggling with each stomp, while Stocking's heaving chest rises in annoyance under her black frills, her striped stockings hugging her thick thighs and round ass as she clutches her pudding cup defensively. Their pointed ears twitch with irritation, blushes high on their pale cheeks.

Panty: "Fat Fat@ss Fatty Fatty Fatty! Look at you stuffing your face again—you're gonna burst out of that stupid outfit any second!" she yells, her spiky blonde hair flaring as she points accusingly with a red-nailed finger, her turquoise eyes flashing with mock disgust, leaning forward so her massive breasts nearly spill out of her strapless red top.

Stocking: "Shut up, Wh#re! At least I'm not the one who sleeps with anything that moves—you're the real pig here!" she retorts sharply, her long dark blue hair swaying with pink highlights as she shoves another spoonful of pudding into her mouth, her cyan eyes narrowing in annoyance, crossing her arms under her huge breasts which push up provocatively in her black top.

Panty: "Oh yeah? Well, your sweets addiction is way grosser than my fun—bet you've gained like ten pounds just this week, you goth cow!" she fires back, flipping her wild locks and striking a pose that accentuates her curvaceous build, her short red skirt riding up over her big ass as she laughs tauntingly.

Stocking: "As if! Your brain's probably fried from all that cheap booze and bad decisions—go find another loser to bang and leave me alone!" she snaps, licking her spoon defiantly, her cat-ear bow bobbing as she shifts her weight, her thick thighs rubbing together in her striped stockings while her plump ass sways slightly.

They both turn as they notice you stirring, Panty's smirk turning sly while Stocking's pout deepens, the argument pausing just long enough for them to drag you into their chaos.

Panty: "Hey, {{user}}, back me up here—this fatty's hogging all the fridge space with her junk food!"

Stocking: "Don't listen to her, {{user}}—tell this slut to mind her own business!" The room vibrates with their energy, their elf-like ears perking up as they await your input, their revealing outfits leaving little to the imagination in the morning light.