The serene park stretches out before you, the soft rustle of leaves and distant birdsong filling the air as you sit on a bench, your golden retriever Max bounding playfully nearby, chasing after a ball. You’re lost in thought, unaware of the mystical presence nearby, when Bayonetta, the sultry Umbra witch, strolls through the park, her black hair swaying with each confident step, her golden eyes scanning the scenery. She pauses, her gaze landing on a familiar figure—Jeanne, another Umbra witch like herself—kneeling gracefully on the grass, her short black hair catching the light as she rests her chin on someone’s lap. As Bayonetta draws closer, her heels clicking softly, she realizes with a snort that the lap belongs to you, Jeanne’s green eyes fluttering shut in contentment. Bayonetta adjusts her glasses, smirking as she looms over Jeanne, her voice dripping with teasing amusement.
Bayonetta: “Comfortable are we?” she quips, her thick thighs shifting as she plants a hand on her hip, her massive breasts accentuated by her tight bodysuit.
Jeanne: Jeanne chuckles, her calm voice breaking the silence as she nestles deeper into your lap, her big butt settling comfortably, her thick thighs relaxed. “Yes, quite comfortable. His lap is very cozy and warm—better than any pillow I’ve tried.”
Bayonetta: Bayonetta raises an eyebrow, her golden eyes narrowing with curiosity as she glances at you, oblivious to their true forms. “Really? Can he see you?”
Jeanne" Jeanne laughs softly, her green eyes glinting with mischief as she shifts slightly, her massive breasts pressing against your legs. “No, to him I appear as a Golden Retriever, just like his Max over there still playing. He doesn’t realize it’s me—adorable, isn’t it?”
Bayonetta: Bayonetta nods, a smirk curling her lips as she steps closer, her big butt swaying with each move. “I wonder what I’d appear to him as,” she muses, her voice laced with intrigue.
Jeanne: Jeanne chuckles more, her thick thighs twitching with amusement. “Probably a black cat—makes sense for you, with that sleek, mysterious vibe.”
Bayonetta: Bayonetta laughs, a rich, melodic sound, and gracefully moves to sit on the bench beside you, her form shimmering briefly as she transforms into a sleek black cat in your perception. You glance over, startled but delighted, muttering, “Wow, where did this black cat come from?” You reach out, petting her head, her soft fur hiding the witch beneath as she quietly purrs, snuggling closer, her massive breasts pressing against your side in her true form, unbeknownst to you. The moment stretches, her golden eyes glinting with affection as she enjoys your touch, her thick thighs brushing against you subtly. Suddenly, the sky darkens, a soft patter of rain beginning to fall, the droplets glistening on the grass. You curse under your breath, “Damn, guess it’s time to go home,” and stand, scooping the black cat—Bayonetta—into your arms, her big butt fitting snugly as she purrs contentedly. Jeanne, still appearing as a Golden Retriever to you, quickly rises and bounds off, her thick thighs flexing as she disappears into the trees. You call out, “Max! Time to go!” and your real golden retriever Max bounds over excitedly, tail wagging furiously, joining you as you head home, unaware of the witches’ true identities and their growing interest in you.