Curvaceous Cardinal Vices

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After a little bit of time, I've just uploaded Humility and her human counterpart right here:

http://www.process-productions.com/f...9&postcount=99

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I'm going to set this right here so as to not interrupt the virtues.

This is the title picture to the second chapter that Soy has written. Have you read it yet?

http://www.process-productions.com/f...3&postcount=98

EDIT: The pic to Chapter 3 is up! The chapter is in the post right below mine!

EDIT: Famine, one of the four horsewomen of the Apocalypse is up!

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Here's the third part of the story- sorry it took so long! ^^;

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Sid and the Girls

Part 3: Lucy

"Okay Sid, you're good to go," the manager said as he finished counting out the register and writing down the tally on his notepad.
"Thanks Mr. Kim," Sid said, waving his package of snow peas in a goodbye as he headed for the back of the store, already undoing the knot in the back of the apron with his free hand.
"Bye, Sid," Linda waved as Sid popped into the small break room to hang his apron next to the others on the wall.
"See you tomorrow, Linda," Sid waved back. "Tell your dad not to work too hard- the inventory sheets will still be there tomorrow."
"If the whole world was as relaxed as you, Sid..." Linda called after him.
Sid smiled as he left the store, retracing the familiar path back to his apartment. He thought back to this morning when he'd seen a limousine pass by as he was just reaching the bottom of the stairs, which was unusual for this neighborhood. Maybe some rich tourist? Sid shrugged; if they had the money for it, more power to them, he guessed. As he crossed the street, he started going over the ingredients and preperation for the stir-fry he was planning on cooking that night, his mouth watering slightly at the thought of the lean beef, sliced carrots, and the snow peas he was even now carrying. His upstairs neighbor had showed him how to cook it after he'd helped her move some heavy furniture up the stairs.
As he tromped up the rickety wooden stairs, retrofit with OSHA-approved tack strips across the edges, he could hear his phone ringing from inside his apartment. He quickly fumbled the key into the lock, dashing for the phone in his bedroom. He dove for his bed, picking up the receiver and rolling onto his back in one fluid motion.
"Hello?" He asked.
"G-mannnn!" The voice on the other end drawled out. "Whassup?"
"Hey Kevin," Sid said, putting the pack of snow peas on his chest as he lay on his bed. "Just got off work. Made me run up the stairs to get to you in time."
"Maybe if you got a cell phone like the rest of the modern world this wouldn't be a problem," Kevin chided.
Sid ahrugged, the package of beas rocking back and forth on his chest as he spoke. "I dunno. I mean, most people in the world don't even have electricity, much less telephones, much less cellular phones."
"Dude, I don't see you taking your 'Think of the children' nonsense when you've got a refirdgerator and a microwave," KEvin retorted.
"Well hey, I've gotta *eat*," Sid said.
"No, what you've gotta do is go *out* to eat, like with a woman." He said.
"Kev, not this again-"
"Did you set up your profile yet?" He asked.
"Yeah, I set it up. But-"
"Did you check it yet?" Kevin pressed.
"Come on, man, I just set it up last night!" Said asked as he rolled off the bed, catching his peas before they hit the floor and setting them on top of his dresser as he made his way to the computer. "Noe one's gonna... uh..." Sid trailed off as he pulled his chair out and sat at his desk, the computer screen dark but the tower humming steadily.
"Gonna what?" Kevin prodded.
"Uh, gonna have picked me out of all the people on the dumb service in one day," he finished, his brow furrowing as he turned the monitor on. He could have sworn he hadn't turned the computer on this morning, and he always turned it off at the end of the night...
"Well hey, you never know!" Kevin said from the other end of the line. "It's the internet, man, anything can happen!"
"Yeah..." Sid said, leaning back in his chair and cradling his phone in his shoulder as he reached for the mouse.
"Well, whatever," Kevin said. "Lemme know if you get any bites?"
Sid laughed. "Sure thing, Kevin. Catch you later?"
"Right on," Kevin finished. "See ya!"
"See you," Sid said, hanging up the phone and tossing it on his bed as he fired up his internet browser and went to check on his messages. If nothing else it would placate KEvin for a few days.

To Sid's surprise, there was indeed a new message for him, beyond the regular confirmation, here's your password gobbledygook- from a woman named "Lucy Ferraro."
"Hey there, hot stuff! Heard you were looking for a good time- when are you available? I attached a picture to tide you over 'till then."
Sid clicked on the attachment, and he did a double-take when the picture loaded onto the screen. She was beautiful, maybe the most beautiful woman Sid had ever seen, honey-blonde-hair spilling down past perfectly toned arms and a pair of perfect breasts that no plastic surgeon on earth could hope to emulate, all the way down to sculpted abs and a waist that would have to gain several inches to be considered wasp-waisted.
The red dress, slit to the hip and v-necked past her navel, left virtually nothing to the imagination, and Sid was having a hard time not imagining them. He pushed back from the computer, rubbing his eyes.
"It's gotta be a trick," Sid said to himself. "Kevin's idea of a joke. No one that beautiful is ona second-rate dating site." As Sid reached for the mouse to close the message, the indicator light under the (supposed) woman's name flickered, indicating she was online. Even as Sid contemplated seeing about calling out "Lucy" on this sham, a message window flicked, with Lucy's name at the top.
"So, you get my message yet? See my picture? See anything you like?"
Sid barked out a laugh. "You're quite direct, aren't you?"
"Only way to be," She responded. "So, you seeing anyone right now? Or at least, anyone that would mind a third?"
Sid shook his head. There was no way this wasn't a put-on. "No, I'm not seeing anyone right now. Why, you wanna talk?"
"Talk?" She asked. "Who cares about talk! Let's go out!"
"When?" Sid replied, shaking his head.
"Right now!" She said. "I live in San Francisco, too!"
Sid arched his brow; too good to be true. But, if it was a setup, at least he'd know soon.
"Okay, sure," he typed. "Where do you live?"
All he got in response was a window popping up on his screen, asking if it was okay to give Sid's address to the person he was talking to. Sid clicked "Yes", though he couldn't remember seeing that when he'd been filling his information out the night before.
"Great!" Lucy replied. "I'll be there soon!"
Before Sid could make any kind of follow-up, she'd already signed off, and it took him a few minutes to realize he needed to get ready for a date.

* * *

The knock came when Sid was just buttoning his shirt, hair still slighly damp from his shower.
"Coming!" he called as he fidgeted the last button on the shirt into its appropriate hole. He made one last futrive look around his apartment, making sure nothing was at least obviously messy. But in the back of his head, he still expected to see a clown or one of his friends from work or some other physical punchline-
Sid's train of thought screeched to a halt as he opened the door and saw Lucy standing there. In an instant he knew that this was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in the flesh, probably ever would see. She practically shimmered, every square inch of her body unblemished and perfectly sculpted, every strand of hair cascading down as though a waterfall of liquid gold frozen in time. Sid's mouth had barely dropped open in shock when Lucy had swooped in to kiss him passionately, wrapping both arms around him and pressing close, her soft, pliant flesh pressing into him. Sid inhaled sharply, and Lucy's scent intoxicated him, the heady aroma making him weak in the knees and quite rigid elsewhere. Sid's eyes threatened to roll back in his head, but with a herculean expenditure of will he was able to wrestle his arms free of Lucy's grip and detatch himself from her.
"Need to come up for air?" Lucy said, licking her lips.
"I, uh, wow..." Sid replied, coughing once. He could still taste her tongue inside his mouth, an almost sweet sensation that lingered, begging for another dose. "So, uh, you're Lucy?"
"What, the picture didn't tip you off?" She said, striking the same pose she had in her photo, cheast heaving forward, rear thrust back to part the slit in her dress scandalously. Sid couldn't help but notice the lack of any sort of undergarments beneath the slit of her dress. It seemed that besides the black lacy hose she had on, the red dress was the only thing covering her, and only barely at that.
"I just... wow," Sid said, still somewhat awetruck.
"So, what do you wanna do tonight...?" Lucy said, grinning lecherously as she took a step towards Sid, her hips swaying side to side tantalizingly.
"Uh, I was thinking dinner...?" Sid replied, taking a step back.
"Dinner?" Lucy asked, pouting.
"Well, uh, I was gonna cook some-"
"Cook?" She repeated, tilting her head looking at Sid with a contorted expression like he'd grown another head.
"Well, I mean, I've already got-"
"Nah, no cooking. Come on, I know just the place," She said, grabbing Sid's hand and pulling him towards the door.
"Well, I don't really-"
"My treat," She said, spinning and planting another kiss on Sid's mouth. "Unless... you'd like to skip dinner?" She asked as she pulled away.
"Dinner's good!" Sid said, grabbing his orange and blue jacket from the the peg near the door with his free hand as he headed for the door, now Dragging Lucy along.
"Aw..." She said as she closed the door behind her. "I shouldn't've given you the choice..."

"So, where are we going?" Sid asked as they headed out of chinatown.
"Oh, just this place I know around here," Lucy said as she squeezed up next to him, her arm curled around his. "Somewhere I like to come in whenever I'm in town."
"I... thought you were local?" Sid asked, trying not to think about the way she was pressing his arm into the side of her bosom or the smell that seemed to seek him out from the flower in her hair.
"Oh, I'm local to lots of places," She said. "I like to travel a lot."
"And, uh, what do you do...?"
"Oh, this and that..." She said, her hip swinging to give Sid a playful bump.
Sid coughed, his face flushing. "Um, kinda chilly for that tonight, isn't it?" He asked, scratching his head and looking across the street.
"Oh, I'm fine," Lucy said, waving off his concerns, "Though you're right, it is a bit... nippy tonight," She said, giving a tug on his arm and grinning when Sid looked and noticed with a renewed flush that the cold bay air had caused Lucy's nipples to press prominently against the red fabric of her dress. Sid coughed and looked away, and Lucy snickered.

Inwardly, though, Lust fumed. She was trying every trick she knew how to try, and yet Sid wasn't even close to breaking. He was interested, at least- she'd felt it on that first kiss- but the kid had the self-restraint of a monk. Maybe a little local encouragement would get him in the mood.
"Wait a sec," Lucy said, stopping and letting go of Sid's arm.
"What's the matter?" Sid asked, turning to Lucy.
"I- I- Ahhh..." She said, putting a finger to her nose. She inhaled several more times, her breasts straining against the fabric of her dess before she finally bent forward in a terrific sneeze.
"Oh, I'm sorry," She said, rubbing her nose. "Don't know what came over me..."
"No, it's okay," Sid said. "You need a kleenex or something?"
Lucy was fine- in point of fact, the sneeze was completely facetious- but Lust had used the stalling time to digorge an enormous amount of her "perfume" from the flower in her hair. With any luck, they'd be seeing it before too long.
"So you're sure?" Sid asked one last time.
"Yeah, I'm just fine," Lucy said. "Let's keep going, we're almost there."

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"wow, there's another one!" Sid whispered to Lucy, looking at a couple leaned against the side of a shop kissing passionately.
"Oooh..." Lucy cooed, pressing even tighter against him. "Isn't it romantic?"
"'Romantic' isn't quite the word I'd use..." Sid said. "He looks like he's trying to eat her tonsils."
"Come on!" She said, playfully slapping his shoulder with her free hand, "I think it's hot that two people can be so attracted to each other they just can't help it."
Lust smiled. Her perfume was working exactly as intended- people everywhere were being more affectionate, the scent of her perfume driving them wild with sexual energy.
"Bwurrgh..." Sid said, suddenly, twisting his head away from the street and controting his face into a mask of disgust. Lucy looked over his shoulder and saw two men in drag almost feverishly groping one another and kissing.
"Well, maybe not *exactly* as intended..." Lust thought, rolling her eyes in frustration.
"Oh, hey, we're here!" Lucy said, stopping and pointing at the restaurant.
"What... seriously?" Sid asked, turning to Lucy to see if she was poking fun at him.
"What?" Lucy said as she dragged Sid towards the door. They've got great wings here."
"Like that's what anyone goes here for..." He muttered, his face flushing as Lucy dragged him to the host's podium. The waitress did a bit of a double take at the sight of Lucy, even her respectable bust paling in comparison to Lucy's Prodigious curves.
"Uh... two?" She asked, finally able to meet Lucy's eyes.
"That'd be great," Lucy said, smiling as she began emmitting a more potent perfume from her flower. "And this time, no screw-ups," Lust thought as she followed the waitress to their table, little more than a pair of high-backed bar stools with a tall table between them.
"Can I start you off with any drinks?" She asked as Sid pulled a menu from the holder in the middle of the table.
"Screwdriver," Lucy said. "Double."
"Can I see your ID?" She asked as she wrote on her pad.
"Honey, do *these* belong to a kid?" She asked, cupping her hands under her breasts and heaving them up towards the waitress.
"Uh... well... I... uh..." She replied, mesmerized by the expanse of creamy flesh hefted into her line of sight.
"C'mon..." Lucy teased, jiggling them up and down with each hand.
"S-So... for you, sir?" She stammered, turning to Sid, her face crimson.
"...Water, please," Sid said, feeling a little flushed himself. The waitress nodded and wandered off, looking a little dazed.
Lust smiled as she readjusted her dress, snugging both sides of her plunging neckline tightly to her bosom. Her perfume was already working- every waitress who walked by, and soon every woman in the restaurant, would notice their clothes becoming increasingly ill-fitting in all the right ways. Not to be outdone herself, Lust gave her own endowments a little nudge, her breasts snugging a little tighter against her dress, her hips and butt spilling a little more generously out of the slit in her dress.

"So, ah are you always like this?" Sid asked.
"Like what?" Lucy asked, putting her elbows on the table. She steepled her fingers before letting her hands fall, her chin resting on the hammock of her crisscrossed fingers.
"Well, you know..." He started, fiddling with the ittle paper triangle describing the new specials. "The- the kissing, and the groping, and all that..."
"Well why not?" She asked, giggling. Lucy looked behind Sid and saw a waitress surrepetitiously tugging at her tanktop and knew she was being affected by her perfume, causing her grin to widen.
"Well, I mean, you didn't even know me, really, and-"
"And what better way to *get* to know you?" Lucy asked. "From that one kiss, I was able to learn that you've kissed like that before- but not often- and that you're one of those shy, talk-before-touch types I find so incredibly cute."
"Well, is it so bad to want to talk to someone first?" Sid asked, nodding his thanks as the waitress delivered his water.
"Not *Bad*," Lucy said as she took her drink and wrapped her lips around the straw, sucking down half the tall glass's contents in a single go. "It's just... a waste of time. All this 'talking' and 'getting to know you' nonsense is like trying to know what a place looks like by having them describe it to you. If you wanna *know* someone, I mean really *know* them, you do it through your skin and your tongue and your nose, not through yapping at each other all day."
The waitress came and took their orders, and Sid thought about what Lucy had said. It all sounded nice, but he couldn't shake the feeling there was something more to it than that.
"Hey," Lucy said, stopping the waitress as she turned away.
"Yes?" She asked, smiling nervously.
"Why are your hose so dark?" Lucy asked.
"E-excuse me?" The waitress said, looking down and back up.
"You've got thighs that could crush a linebacker to death," Lucy said, hands on her hips, "and he'd love every second of it. Why cover them up? Be proud of those big, juicy ham hocks!" She exclaimed, raching down to give a slap against the side of the Waitress' leg, the flesh rippling clear across to the other leg.
"Uhm... th-thank you...?" The waitress said, turning crimson again and walking briskly to the kitchen. As Sid watched her go, he noticed her discretely tug at the hem of her jean shorts. He knew this place had a skimpy dress code, but their waitress seemed to be particularly... qualified in that department, the bottom curve of her rear seeping out from under the tight confines of her shorts. Sid wondered why he hadn't noticed such a prodigious posterior earlier, but mentally chided himself for noticing it in the first place while on a date. Although, the other side of his internal conversation suggested, Lucy certainly didn't seem like the jealous type.
"So what're you thinking about?" Lucy asked, causing Sid to flush.
"Oh... nothing," He said, looking at the flower Lucy had in her hair.
"Liar. I saw you checking out her ass," She said, grinning. "Not that I blame you. It's a nice ass."
Sid laughed, flushing a bit as he shook his head. "So- so what is it with you? I've never met anyone who was so... so..."
"Sexually liberated?" Lucy asked, arching a brow as she twirled her straw between her fingers.
"Well, I don't know if that's how I'd put it..."
"Why not? It's the best way," she said, smiling. She scooted forward in her seat, breasts bouncing on the table as she leaned into the lip of the table. Sid tried not to stare as Lucy's bosom seemed to billow against the confines of her dress, making him greatful for the table obscuring his lower half.
"Look," Lucy said, focusing Sid's attention back to her face, "You only get one shot through life, so why not enjoy it? I mean, some people try and find happiness through buying a bunch of dumb stuff- fancy cars, fancy homes, all that nonsense, and it's a load of crap. All you need for a happy life is your own body, and someone who knows how to share it with you. Or, failing that, at least the proper accessories to do it yourself," She said, wagging her eyebrows at Sid. While Sid cringed behind his hands, Lucy snuck a peek at the waitresses, seeing a pair of them comparing bustlines and looking more than slightly perturbed as their tank tops slowly became less and less baggy. Lucy grinned; with so much forbidden fruit on display it was only a matter of time before Sid cracked.
"What about your dress?" He asked, pulling Lucy back into the present.
"What about it?" She asked, looking down. Aside from being pleased by the size of her bosom (Still bigger than even the swelling racks of the waitresses) she didn't notice anything wrong with it.
"Well, you were just saying how money wasn't important, but that didn't come from a trift store..." He said.
"Well hey, a good work of art deserves a nice frame," she said, sitting straight up, he breasts dragging off the table and wobbling as they came to rest against her ribcage. "What would be the point in having these babies covered under a raggedy sweater?"
"Well, there's the whole 'forbidden fruit' thing..."
Lucy burst out laughing, the shaking causing her breasts to shake violently in their flimsy confines. Sid's eyes bugged as he watched the ripples of her torso radiate back and forth across her breasts, the individual shakes and jiggles cascading over one another like ripples in a bathtub. They weren't that big before, were they? Was his mind playing tricks on him? Sid tore his eyes away, focusing on the menu with all his willpower.
"Oh, man, I never get tired of that one," Lucy said, wiping her eyes. "Do they sell cars with tarps over them? DO they display jewelry behind frosted glass? So why put these-" She grabbed her breasts tightly, the soft flesh pushing through the gaps in her fingers- "behind a bunch of clothes? If you got it, flaunt it, and I got it!"
Just then the waitress returned, and Sid turned to her, greatful to have anything else to look at besides Lucy's arguably perfect bosom.
"I think we're ready to... ah... order...?" Sid asked, staring at their waitress. She was positively enormous now, her breasts straining against the straps of her tank top, cleavage billowing out of the neckline.
"Eh, what can I get you tonight?" She said, smiling nervously. Sid noticed that the straps of the girl's bra had been undone, the elastic insufficient for the task of covering her gigantic bosom.
"Yeah, Sid," Lucy said, leaning forward and bridging her fingers together like she had previously, her breasts nearly entirely filling the space between her elbows. "See anything you like?"
"C-ceasear salad, please," Sid said, backing away from the table. "Excuse me, where's the restroom?"
"Down that way," The waitress said, pointing with her pen. Sid briskly but stiffly walked through the restaurant, leaving Lucy to finish her order.

"Damn, she's good," Greed said, thumbing through the pearls in one of her necklaces as she lounged on a futon in the viewing room. The other Sins were all gathered around Pride's viewing mirror, watching Lust work on Sid. At the moment they were looking through the mirror of the men's bathroom, as Sid splashed his face with cold water.
"Maybe too good," Gluttony said, her tail cheerfully munching its way through a bowl of candy. "If he drives the kid crazy before he commits he'll just get locked up in a loony bin."
"Amd those are way too hard to get into to get any wok done," Sloth added.
"I don't know why she didn't just jump his bones when he opened the door. A few minutes with her legs wrapped around his ass and we'd be done already," Wrath said, pacing behind the row of seats.
"Lust did as much as she was able," PRide said, staring intently at her viewing mirror. "Any further would have crossed the line. She can't force a sin on him- only tempt."
"Bunch of sissy tip-toeing crap..." Wrath muttered, cracking her knuckles.
"You'd rather go against Father's commands?"
Wrath hauled to a stop, the room momentarily silent save for the munching of Gluttony's tail.
"No," Wrath said, folding her arms and turning away. "Obviously. Just pisses me off."
"Still, you gotta give the kid credit," Greed said. "He's managed to tough it out so far. Most guys with Lust giving them the ninth degree would have either dragged her to the utility closet by now."
"Maybe he's gay?" Gluttony asked.
"Are you kidding? Look at his face," Greed laughed. "Poor kid's so turned on he can barely *Stand* it."

Sid stared wide-eyed into the mirror, looking to see if there was something in his eyes or if he was twitching or any other symptom of neurological breakdown. She wasn't that big when she kissed him, was she? The waitresses- they weren't that big when they walked in, right? Was he cracking up? He splashed more cold water on his face, willing calm the furious beating of his heart. He felt tired, dazed almost, as though the very act of becoming so thoroughly aroused had exhausted him. He grabbed a handful of paper towels and dried his face off, conviced he was imagining things- that, or his date had LSD in her lipstic and he was legitimately hallucinating. Sid exited the bathroom, and halted in his tracks as a waitress brushed past him, literally brushed, as her breasts now exceeded the width of her torso. Sid took a shuddering breath and shook his head, walking as quickly as he could to his table, staring at the floor most of the way there.
"Our food arrived!" Lucy cheerfully announced as Sid sat down opposite her. "Look at all this meat!"
Sid looked, but it wasn't the sampler plate of ribs and buffalo wings he thought Lucy was referring to. He knew, he *knew*, somewhere in the rational part of his brain, that there was no possible way on earth that the two huge, gravid spheres hanging off Lucy's chest were the same two that had pressed against him earlier in the night, but it was drowned out by the riotous shouting from his hindbrain that they were the most beautiful, perfect breasts he'd ever seen in his life and that questioning them was an affront to everything it meant to be a man. Sid clamped his eyes shut, groping blindly for his fork, opening his eyes once he found it and noisily stabbing his salad with it, the tines clanking against the bottom of his plate. Sid's whole head felt like it was flushed nearly the the point of spontaneous combustion, anything he could do to avoid thinking about or looking at any of the females in the restaurant-
Sid's thoughts were interrupted by a spare rib intruding into his field of view, Lucy waving it around under his face.
"Yooo-hooo," she cooed. "I'm over here."
Sid coughed. "S-sorry, I-"
"You make all your dates feel this welcome?" Lucy asked, leaning on one elbow while she twirled the rib in the air with the other.
"N-no, I mean-"
"Here, watch this," Lucy said as she sat us straight, her breasts shaking as they slid jerkily across the table. "Little trick I learned." Lucy opened her mouth wide, sticking the entire rib into her mouth until she closed her lips around her fingertips. She slowly pulled the rib out, the lips and tongue working as inch after inch of stark white bone came out, until finally she pulled the glistening bone completely from her mouth, not a scrap of meat left on it. A few chews, and Lucy swallowed the mouthful of pork, letting out a showy "Ahhhh!" before giggling and winking at Sid. "Neat, huh?"
Sid just stared slack-jawed, his hand resting in his salad. Before he could think of a way to respond, Lucy looked down with a start.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "I spilled a little!"
Sid swallowed hard as he followed Lucy's gaze to a dollop of red barbecue sauce slowly sliding down the front of her left breast. "Just a sec," Lucy said as she grabbed the underside of her breast with both hands (she needed both hands?!) and hefted the quivering sphere up to her face, where she bent down an dslowly, langoriously licked the errant drop of sauce up, leaving a glistening streak of breastflesh fron her collarbone nearly to her nipple. Lucy looked up at Sid and giggled as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Check please!" Sid blurted out at the fist obscenely hourglassed witress that passed, his voice cracking.

"By the Acheron, I think she's getting *me* hot," Greed cooed, petting the side of her breast with her lower right hand.
"She's coming on too strongly," Pride said, arms crossed over her chest. "She's attracting too much attention." PRide turned her head to Greed as the gold-hued demoness arched her eyebrow. "The wrong *kind* of attention."
"He looks very unhappy..." Envy said, higging her legs to her chest as she sat on her bench.
"Poor kid thinks he's losing it," Greed said. "Lust pumped everyone so full of mojo it's like something from the Id's greatest hits in there. Too perfect to be real."
"Well, it looks like- gulp- like they're leaving, anyway" Gluttony said, between taking swigs from a bottle of chocolate syrup.

Sid nearly stumbled out of the restaurant, taking a deep breath of the cool night air. He was so warm he expected steam to rise off his skin, nearly panting as he stood bent over, hands on his knees. He heard Lucy's heels clicking on the stairs behind him, and shut his eyes.
"Is everything okay, Sidney?" Lucy asked.
"Yeah, I-" Sid said, standing up and flinching as his head ran into the underside of Lucy's breasts. "S-sorry..." he stammered, rubbing the spot o his head where he'd ran into her bosom as if rubbing the indecency away. Sid stole a glance back inside the restaurant, and saw a nrvous-looking waitress walk awwardly past the front window, trying to get her tank top to cover a pair of breasts that hung down to her navel.
"I just... let's go," Sid said, putting a hand to his head and shaking it as he walked down the sidewalk.
"What's the matter?"Lucy asked, threading her arm around Sid's and presing close to him once more. Sid didn't even need to look; whereas before he was merely pressing into her soft breasts, now they completely overflowed his arm, their firm yet pliable weight juddering against his bicep with every step.
"I just... I mean..." Sid started, unwilling to fully vocalize the insanity of the restaurant.
"What?" Lucy asked as they kept walking.
"Did you... notice anything, like... wierd in there?" He finally asked.
"Wierd?" Lucy said, tilting her head and looking at Sid. "Like what?"
"Like... I dunno," Sid said, scratching his head with his free hand. "Like, something not being... the right size, I guess?"
"I think I read somewhere that thinking about something all the time makes it more recognizable to your brain, makes it more prominent," Lucy said. "Why? What was it?"
Sid's ears burned. He couldn't say it- but it really happened, didn't it? He wasn't just seeing things, not when he brushed past that witress by the bathrooms, he felt the outer curve of her bosom squish past his abdomen... But what would any woman think about hearing such a lurid tale, especially on a date?
"Y'know, nevermind," Sid said, laughing nervously. "Let's just enjoy the moon and the cool weather."

* * *

"So, what do you want out of life, Lucy?" Sid asked as they crossed the street.
"Oh, what everyone wants, I think," Lucy said. "The exploration of the senses, to feel everything there is to feel. You only get one trip through life, so why not make the most of it?"
"And, uh, a lot of that is physical, I guess...?" Sid asked.
"Of course. IT's the most honest, I think. Food is cooked, drugs are prepared, everything is made synthetic or altered or something, but the human body is just how it is and should be." Lucy made a face. "Except for implants and plastic surgery. I just don't get that, you can be flat as a board or three hundred pounds and still be a great lover. It's all about the effort you put into it."
"So, I'm guessing you've put a lot of effort into it?" Sid ventured.
"You know it!" She said, grinning. "ooh! Let's stop in here for a second!" She said, disentangling herself from Sid and walking through the tinted doors. Sid looked up at the sign and balked at the pink neon proudly decorating "The Fuzzy Handcuffs- Erotic Boutique."
Taking a deep breath, Sid followed Lucy into the store. Lucy was busily thumbing through the racks of clothes, though Sid used the term only in its loosest sense.
"Uh, what're you looking for?" Sid ventured, dreading the answer.
"Oh, just something a little more comfortable," She said, turning to Sid and giving him a sly wink. "And perhaps a teensy bit more revealing..."
Sid wondered how it could get any more revealing, but after what heppened in the restaurant he willed his mind's eye to not explore that avenue lest he embarrass himself.
"So, uh, when you said 'it's all about the effort', what exactly were you...?"
"Experience," She said, tossing a garment over her arm and moving to another rack. "Learning and bettering oneself through trial and error."
"So, I guess you're not one of those 'save yourself for marriage' types?" Sid ventured, his cheeks flushing.
Lucy threw her head back in riotous laughter, the shaking of her chest causing her breasts to bounce up and down almost hypnotically.
"Ohhhh, me," She said, still giggling as she wiped tears from her eyes. "Heh. Uh-huh. Heh. Man." She inhaled sharply, tossing her hair back and regaining her composure. "No matter how many times I hear that one it's still funny."
Sid flushed even further. "Well, some people-"
"Listen, lover-boy," Lucy said, sidling up the Sid and putting an arm over his shoulders. "If you've never had ice cream, and someone tells you how great vanilla is, are you really gonna decide to have vanilla and only vanilla off of that the rest of your life?"
"I don't-"
"And what's more, you're only ever gonna serve vanilla with an ice cream scoop? Never try serving it with a spatula or chopsticks or anything other than the plain, boring way?"
Sid tried to take a step back, but Lucy moved with him like a dancer following her lead.
"I'll tell you I've had a more robust and rewarding experience than any married couple that 'Saved themselves' will ever have in their entire lives, I can guarantee you that. I've tried all 31 flavors, served every way you can think of and some you can't." Her head suddenly darted forward and she kissed Sid again, gently biting his lower lip between her teeth as she pulled away. "...Wouldn't you like to taste some of them?" She whispered.

Sid put a hand to his forehead as he took a breath, shivereing in his shoes. He was so turned on it hurt. For not the first time, Sid wondered if this woman was for real. No one could be that beautiful, that oozingly sexy and still be single, right? But then again, it sounded as though she went through men like other people did post-it notes. But she made it sound like she wanted him so badly- not just a man, but *him*.
"I just.. I wanted more of a relationship," Sid started as Lucy took another article from the rack.
"And we're having one, as soon as we get back to your place," Lucy said, holding up a leather bodice to her chest and turning to Sid. "How's this look?"
It was little more than a collection of straps and buckles, the cups comically small against Lucy's enormous chest. "Er... too small," Sid said. "Way, way too small."
"Yeah..." Lucy smiled, putting it over her arm with the rest.
"And, I mean, I wanted a relationship built on love, you know?" Sid said, trying to keep his thoughts straight despite an avalanche of hormones telling him to just shut up and enjoy the ride.
"Is there any purer love than two people sharing the most intimate act in the world?" Lucy retorted. "No chocolates, no flowers, none of that manufactured crap, just pure physical love?"
"But... that's not *love*," Sid srgued. "It's just sex, just carnal, physical... It's not love, it's *lust*."
Lucy squeaked and spun around, looking at Sid. Sid noticed that Lucy's expression seemed genuinely concerned, as her eyes darted to and fro as if being caught unaware at a pop quiz. Sid blinked in the dark store as Lucy appeared to be blushing, the color darkening not just her cheeks but her entire face.
"Is... what's wrong with-?"
"Oh! Hahaha!" she laughed, the exclamation sounding strained to Sid. "They must have just turned on the blacklights. Look at your face!"
Sid looked down at his hands, not noticing anything unusual on his skin, but by then Lucy had already turned around and was heading for the back of the store.
"I'm just gonna try some of these on real quick! Be right back!"
Sid looked up to Lucy, noticing that her dress seemed to be tenting strangely, like there was something underneath it that shouldn't be. She wasn't going to try and shoplift anything, was she? Well, he wouldn't let her leave without paying for anything she wanted; he could still think that clearly.

"Hells hells *hells*!" Lucy cursed as she dove into the dressing room. Her skin was indeed turning purple, and she could feel her tail and wings sprouting behind her even as her bosom billowed out of her dress, mashing into the walls of the tiny closet.
Lust cast about with her demonic senses, trying to feel the echoes of the sins in this place. They were there- stronger than most places- but still not enough to serve as a conduit to send someone like her as far as the 8th circle. She might make it to the Styx, but she certainly wasn't walking all the way home from Dis.
Lust tried to focus, but her wings and tail were really starting to pinch in the narrow confines of the dressing room, made even worse by the constant building pressure from the front as her enormous purple breasts resumed their original size. She knew she had no choice but to take the emergency exit.
"I didn't even get to have *one* of them..." She sighed as she was envelloped in flames and disappeared off the mortal realm.

Lust re-materialized on the back of a galloping horse, finding herself somewhere above the second or third circle of hell. In front of her was the torso of Famine, rising out of the front of the horse's body she was riding on.
"What the-?" The centauress exclaimed, twisting her torso around as her hooves beat a steady rhythm through the air.
"Ow! Watch where you're swinging that thing!" Lust exclaimed as the bone protruding out the back of Famine's emaciated elbow jammed into Lust's enourmous bosom.
"What- what are you doing back there?" Famine demanded, looking over her shoulder. Her hands hovered over her sash, where the last of her wheat, barley, oil and wine hung in jars and bottles.
"I got... well, I got cornered after having my name said and I had to disappear. There wasn't anywhere nearby with a portal, so..."
"So you took the emergency exit," Famine said, turning forward again. "Sheesh."
"Well hey, I was already turning!" Lust Pouted, crossing her arms under her enormous breasts. "What'd you expect me to do?"
"I don't know, not bother me?" Famine asked, sighing as she turned inward and began descending through the circles of hell in a wide arc. "I've got something of an important job here, you know."
"Oh, yeah, and I'm just on a joyride up in the mortal realm," Lust shot back.
Famine lifted up the scales she held in her right hand, seeing it drop completely to one side. "So it seems," She said, arching a brow. "What's so important up there that you've gotta go in person?"
"Some kid," Lust said, shaking her head, before letting out an exasperated sigh and throwing her hands in the air. "Some kid who I couldn't get to even think dirty about me when I was nearly back to my normal size!"
"Really?" Famine asked. "That's unusual."
"You're telling me! Lust exclaimed. "Like a rock, that kid. Hopefully the other girls will have more luck."
"Other girls?" Famine echoed. "There's more of you on this kid?"
"More? All of us!"
"Does he have a Mark?" Famine asked as they descended into the eigth circle, her bandages fluttering in the wind as she ran over the pits of the Malbolge.
"No, and that's what's so crazy," Lust said, folding her arms under her bosom again. "No mark or anything. ONly PRide knows what's up with this kid but of course she won't tell *us*..."
Famine shook her head. "What a boss to have..."
"Ah, I don't mind," Lust said as they arrived at the Vices' home, "So long as she lets me have my fun she can preen and posture however much she wants."
Famine's hooves finally touched ground, clopping along the rough stone walkway leading to the Vices' home until she stopped near the door.
"Thanks for the lift, darling," Lust said as she dismounted, rubbing her ponderous posterior where Famine's backbone had poked into it. "Good luck with that whole apocalypse thing," she said as her tail-mouth swished up and delivered a quick peck on Famine's lips.
"Yeah, well, I ain't holding my breath these days," Famine said, wiping her lips with the back of one bandaged hand, being careful not to disturb the stitches tying the corners of her mouth together. "Still, someone's gotta be ready to go."
"Well, if you're ever lonely, you know where I am..." Lust said, winking.
"Yeesh..." Famine said, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as she trotted off, eventually gaining speed and lifting into the air once more.
"Byeee!" Lust said, waving. Then she turned to the house, her mood souring as she anticipated reporting her failure to Pride.
"Gonna need my whole box of toys to feel better..." She grumbled as she pushed the door open and went inside.

[Hellstromm, Son of Satan]

I want to see a story where hmm's seven sinful girls meet the seven Hommonculli from "Full Metal Alchemist"...

[SoylentOrange]

Why on earth would we ever sully our story with that crossover crap? -_-

[Hellstromm, Son of Satan]

Look at the seven Hommonculli's names...