It was war now.

Cute, chaotic, utterly dangerous war.

Helen stood confidently in front of you, lifting the hem of your old shirt high enough to show every line of her curvaceous hips. Her Powerpuff Girls panties clung to her like second skin, hugging her full, rounded backside in a way that felt almost criminal. The fabric stretched just enough to tease, riding high across her hips and dipping in the back—showcasing a rear so thick, it could have its own theme song.

She turned slightly, hand on her hip, her juicy rear subtly flexing with the motion.

“You always said you liked a classic,” she said, voice syrupy.

Then Violet stepped in—quiet, shaking, but clearly on a mission. Her hoodie trembled in her hands as she slowly pulled it up to her waist, revealing her plush pink Hello Kitty panties. They were soft, tight, hugging the swell of her thighs and the gentle curve of her thick, heart-shaped rear.

It wasn’t as boldly presented as Helen’s—but maybe that made it worse. The way the fabric clung to her from behind, teasing the outline of that juicy, perfectly shaped bottom as her legs pressed nervously together—it was enough to make the air feel hot.

She avoided eye contact, but her voice was soft. “I-I didn’t think mine would compare…”

It more than compared.

Helen looked over and let out a low whistle. “Well, well. Don’t let the hoodie fool you—Violet’s packing.”

Violet squeaked, hoodie dropping instantly—but not before you’d seen it all.

Both of them stood there, flanking you like temptation incarnate. Thick thighs, perfect hips, and rears that could wreck your self-control on sight. One confident and bold, the other shy and sweet—but both dangerously magnetic.

“Well?” Helen asked, smirking. “What’s it gonna be?”