Breeding Chubby Cheating Rave Sluts

This story features thick and chubby women, reluctantly giving in to cheating, a breeding kink, group sex, straight girls going bi, and the experience of falling in love with a stranger you just met while rolling on MDMA. If these aren't your thing, don't say I didn't warn you.

*****

Lexi practically bounced her way down from the bleachers onto the tarmac of the Superspeedway, so happy she was almost skipping. Her heart was pounding in time with the overpowering, relentlessly thump of the techno bass from the nearest stage, obliterating all other sound. She could feel the vibrations thrumming through her body, in sync with her heartbeat.

As she looked out at the vast sea of colorful lights, festival stages, carnival rides, and rhythmically bobbing heads, Lexi couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. Each of the colossal stages arrayed before her was lit up by multicolored lasers, casting kaleidoscopic patterns across the crowd. And she knew that there were a dozen more stages beyond this one, each one promising its own unique experience.

Finally, after forty-five minutes of waiting and feeling the slow, building tingle of the ecstasy pill she popped in line with her friends Emily and Kate, they were inside Electric Daisy Carnival for day three, the final day of the festival.

"Oh my GODDDD!" Kate screamed, her jaw dropping, her sparkling bright blue eyes opening wide and her red hair bouncing, framing her cute round face. "This is AMAZING!"

The girls had only been able to get away for the last day of the festival, but to them, it was a brand new experience. It was the first rave they'd ever been to, and it would be the first time they'd ever rolled.

"I can't believe our dumbass boyfriends didn't want to come to EDC," Emily said, giggling, her dark hair sweeping over her round face. "Stupid video game tournament."

Lexi had been feeling the tingle of the come-up building for a while now, but the lights and music and the swarming sea of beautiful, sweaty bodies accelerated it into overdrive. She'd never done molly before and she couldn't believe how good she was starting to feel, how bouncy and smiley and energized. A feeling of adrenaline rose in her chest, her huge breasts heaving as she breathed faster, her jiggly, chubby body starting to vibrate with anticipation, her growing smile framed by her long bleach-blonde hair.

With her jaw just starting to reflexively clench, she looked at Kate and Em, hair flipping over her shoulder, and grinned. "Well, their loss. Trance stage?" she asked.

The two girls smiled back. Emily was a short, chubby Asian girl wearing a Pikachu crop top sweatshirt with long ears flopping from its attached hood. Its low cut cleavage slit strained against the force of the sparkling lace over her huge breasts. As she ran down the bleachers, Pikachu's face lurched wildly up and down, batted around from the inside by her big, perky breasts.

Kate was a pale redhead even bigger than either of the other two, with massive melon mammaries barely restrained by an impossibly stretched white lace bra and head-turningly wide hips that splayed out from her sides and jiggled invitingly as she walked. Her crotch was covered only by a white string thong, through which her chubby camel toe was clearly visible. Her gigantic tits were bouncing so violently as she descended the bleacher steps that they were nearly smacking her in the chin.

Aside from Em's cropped hoodie, they were all dressed in skimpy lace lingerie, barely held together as their generous curves and bouncy chub pushed outward against it. The fabric was so sheer that everyone could see the outline of their nipples, hard and erect from the excitement of the music and the drugs and the night air. The men that walked by them instinctively stopped and stared at the 18-year-old sorority girls, half-chubs forming in their crotch as the sight of the tight, bouncing assets of three freshman fertility goddesses in skimpy outfits sent blood rushing to their penises. For most of human history men had fought, had given their lives, for the rights to breed such impeccable specimens of curvy, fertile perfection.

"Trance stage!" Em and Kate said in unison.

As the effects of MDMA began to set in, they took off together for the other side of the festival, locking their fingers with one another in a raver train, the feeling of touching another human's warm skin sending shivers up each chubby arm.

---

As they approached the trance stage, Lexi could feel the music growing louder and more intense. The bass was so powerful that it seemed to shake the very ground beneath her feet, and she could feel it resonating deep within her chest.

She took a deep breath, huge breasts rising, straining against the thin lace as she pressed into the sea of bodies, leading the other two girls. As she squeezed between two groups of ravers the edge of a fat areola slipped out, causing a passing man to stop and stare for so long his girlfriend slapped him.

As she dodged and wove her way through the moving mass of beautiful humans, she smiled and let the music wash over her, losing herself in the pounding rhythm, cute dimples forming in her chubby cheeks. Pleasure reverberated from her head down through her body. A bead of sweat slowly dripped down her back and over the thick curve of her ass, and each movement it made sent little tingles radiating up through her spine.

Her smile widened. Fuck, this was so good. She was starting to really like molly. Really really like it.

They were approaching the very front middle of the crowd now. The girls' favorite place to dance. As she slipped through groups of hot, sweaty, tightly packed people, she closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, lifting her head to the sky, feeling the tingles of her long blonde hair sweeping over her shoulders, and feeling all of her worries and inhibitions melt away. She felt alive, more alive than she had in months. She twirled around, her long blonde hair whipping a shirtless dude in the face (not that she noticed, or he cared).

"How about this spot?" she yelled over the thumping music.

Emily and Kate smiled. "YESSS!" Em screamed. They giggled and then moved their bodies in close together to gyrate together to the rhythm.

---

For what seemed like hours they danced and reveled in the music, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they lost themselves in the pure ecstasy of the moment. Strobe lights flashed, illuminating the crowd like a collection of still frames: Bodies sweating together, packed in close as they gyrated. Legs and bouncing tits and arms raised high. Wide grins spreading uncontrollably across chubby, round faces.

As the night wore on and the drugs really began to take hold, Lexi could feel herself becoming more and more turned on. She was starting to roll hard, the feeling new and incredible and exciting, but more than that, she was getting really, really fucking horny.

Panting with need, she turned to look at Emily, who was grinding her big ass against Kate's lacy crotch and thick thighs. Each of them was completely lost in the blissful molly high, their eyes rolling back, their hands roving all over each other, each touch a tingle of electric pleasure.

Fuck, Lexi thought, they were... kinda cute? Kinda really REALLY cute? The thought floated by, and she was too high to realize how strange it was. She'd never really been into girls that way, but it seemed so natural somehow to be drawn to their cute chubby faces, their long gorgeous hair, their sweaty, thick bodies, and -- oh fuck -- those huge, beautiful tits. Round, shiny, barely held back by thin lace bras.

Her jaw vibrated involuntarily as the thought took root in her brainstem, and she began to wonder what it would feel like to grab their breasts and just squeeeeze right now. Fuuuckkkk... touching anything felt good. Touching soft skin felt like heaven. Squeezing soft things was pure bliss. And just looking at Em's ample cleavage, bouncing as she ground up and down on Kate, was making Lexi's pussy start to moisten, a dark spot lazily pooling on her panties.

She was obsessed. She had to know.

Without a word, Lexi turned to Emily and pulled her close, grinding up against her, each girl's pair of big boobs squished against the other's, sweat intermingling between their thick thighs pressed together. Kate pouted a bit as Emily's big ass lifted away from her sweat-soaked, lacy crotch.

Lexi's heart raced as she felt Emily's soft curves against her own, her perky breasts squeezing against Lexi's fat tits and her little nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her top. The feeling of touching Emily's thick body sent a jolt of electricity through her.

Emily looked up at Lexi with a surprised expression, but it melted into a smile and a look of desire, and she didn't pull away. Instead, she bit her lip and wrapped her arms around Lexi's waist and began to grind back against her. Lexi could feel Emily's breath warm against her ear as she whispered, "Fuck, Emily, this is kinda hot."

Emily's eyes were dark with a look of lust. "Lexi.... you're kinda hot." She giggled softly.

There was a thin, wavering line between straight girls fooling around on molly and giving in to passionate lustful desire. Lexi and Em were straddling the line, grinding on it. Poised to cross over.

Lexi was a woman possessed, and Emily's words of longing just encouraged her. Her hands moved almost of their own accord, drawn to the soft, full mounds of Emily's big breasts like magnets. She could feel the heat radiating off of them, and as she brought her hands up to cup the lacy, bouncy melons, Em let out an involuntary moan. They were even softer than Lexi had had imagined, and the feeling of the firm nipples pressing into her palms, the delicious pressure of squeezing her fingers into Emily's soft breasts, ample tit flesh overflowing around her fingers, sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Lexi's core.

Emily let out a gasp, breathing heavy and staring straight into Lexi's eyes with a creamy look of radiating pleasure, as Lexi began to squeeze and knead Em's breasts. Emily's eyes rolled back in pleasure. She had never been touched like this on molly before, and the sensation was overwhelming. She moaned uncontrollably with pleasure-soaked lust.

A wave of ecstatic serotonin swept across Emily's brain, and she was overcome with a sudden rush of empathy. This felt so fucking good, and she had to make Lexi feel this good too. Lexi was such a good friend, and so sweet and caring, and... kinda... really fucking hot? How had she never noticed this before?

Emily could feel her arousal building, and she ground her hips harder against Lexi's, their bodies moving in perfect sync, as she brought her hands up from Lexi's wide hips to Lexi's big, round boobs, the pink lace bra squeezing them into a bulging canyon of soft, tight cleavage. Emily slipped her hands between the generous tit flesh and the tight lace and she began to squeeze Lexi's big, round fun bags, digging her fingers into the soft flesh and and twisting and tweaking Lexi's hard, engorged nipples.

Lexi's mind exploded with pleasure, and she involuntarily threw her head back and closed her eyes, panting like an animal, a kaleidescope of colors dancing on the inside of her eyelids. Sexual energy pulsated from her breasts as Emily mauled and squeezed them.

Lexi almost couldn't believe this was happening. The thought drifted slowly across her mind, indistinct and hazy: she had a boyfriend, and so did Em. What would Chris and Spencer say if they could see the two sweaty, thick fertility goddesses in the middle of the rave crowd, grinding their wet pussies together as they fondled each other's big tits?

Was this cheating? It didn't count, right? They were just hot girls having fun at a rave. Guys loved that.

No, Lexi concluded, this had to be fine. Sure, it was technically sort of cheating, but it was no big deal.

The girls were lost in a haze of pleasure, their hands moving over each other's breasts with an almost obsessive intensity. Lexi couldn't get enough of the feeling of the soft, yielding flesh beneath her fingers, and she squeezed and kneaded them with increasing force, eliciting moans and gasps from Emily.

The new feelings were almost overwhelming. It felt like Lexi had never been this turned on before. She looked into Emily's eyes, and saw that she was feeling the same way. Then, as they kneaded each other's tits and ground against each other's wet pussies to the pumping trance bassline, Lexi's eyes moved down to gaze at Emily's full, shiny lips. They parted, panting with pleasure, and Lexi could feel the hot breath against her face.

She had to have them. She had to feel those hot lips on hers. Her pleasure-soaked brain began to close in on this singleminded obsession. All else faded away and this was all that mattered.

Lexi leaned in, the gap between the girls' plump lips closing, their hot breath all each other could feel as their focus narrowed. Her heart pounding in her chest, Lexi pressed her lips against Emily's. The kiss was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Emly's lips were soft and full. Em kissed back, hard, and each girl opened their mouth to let their tongues dance and play. They bit and sucked each other's lips, so hard they would have recoiled in pain normally, but peaking on molly meant pain simply melted into pleasure, so it just made everything hotter.

As they huskily moaned into each other's faces, making out hungrily, they ground against each other even harder. Through the barely-there lace of each girl's panties their pussies were engorged. Their drooling, spread labia lips and engorged clits trembled with pleasure every time their thick hips ground against each other.

Emily's hands moved down to Lexi's pink lacy panties, and she slipped one finger under Lexi's panty line, then two. Lexi broke the kiss, gasping for breath as Emily's fingers slipped deeper inside the thin lace and found the delicious, warm folds of her dripping wet pussy lips.

Lexi let out a moan, her eyes fluttering and rolling back into her skull, as Emily's fingers began to explore her folds, teasing her clit and sliding inside her. Emily's fingers moved faster, and Lexi could feel herself losing control.

Lexi came hard, moaning uncontrollably and thick body shaking with pleasure as Emily's fingers continued to work her pussy. Her hips bucked against Emily's hand, and she could feel herself vibrating involuntarily, pleasure tremors reverberating up and down her body in time to the thumping bass of the trance track.

As Emily was fingering Lexi's wet slit, she had been grinding harder and harder against her hand and Lexi's crotch, building to a powerful orgasm of her own. Seeing Lexi explode with a molly-fueled orgasm sent Em over the edge. With a cry of pleasure, she came as well, her body shuddering as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Emily seemed to melt in Lexi's arms, and as her own orgasm began to subside she could feel Emily coming too, their bodies trembling as they clung to each other, lost in the sheer intensity of the moment.

After a few minutes, panting and trembling, they came to, looked up at each other through tousled blonde and black hair, and giggled.

"Oh my god, Lex..." Emily said, her voice shaking with emotion. "That was like... hot."

Em grinned at her friend. "Like really fucking hot."

"Yeah, it was," Lexi replied, her voice husky with desire, her inhibitions dropped and her words blurting out easily, lubricated by the delicious molly high. "You're so fucking sexy, Em. I don't know how I didn't see that before. I just wanna...", she said, biting her lip, "....I wanna play with your curves all night."

With that, Emily pulled Lexi back in for another kiss, hands magnetically returning to Lexi's massive, trembling breasts, slick with sweat. They were lost in a haze of raw desire, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, their brains completely drowning in the pleasure of the serotonin gushing into their overloaded synapses.

"I love you so much, Lexi," said Em. They'd said it to each other before, but it meant something else then. Something had happened and those words were suddenly imbued with a new, exciting layer of emotional meaning. The two girls pressed their faces together, cheeks touching and thick bodies squeezing hard against one another as they hugged, feeling the heat between them.

Lexi couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation. She had never felt this free before, with her inhibitions totally gone, having given in to deep, repressed desires.

"Ahem," a voice said. They looked over at Kate, who was smirking at them.

"You guys look like you're having fun," she said, smiling. It didn't seem weird at all to Kate, or any of them, that these two straight girls -- these friends and sorority sisters -- were fondling each other's thick, chubby bodies, making out with each other, grinding each other to orgasm right in the middle of the rave crowd.

All three of them were peaking on pure, beautiful MDMA, and they were with the people they most loved in the world. All thought of their boyfriends seemed to be fading away.

"I love you guys so fucking much," Emily breathed as she brought the thick bodies of the other two girls in for a hug. "You're my best friends."

As the music continued to play and the lights flashed around them, Lexi looked at her friends, their cherubic faces flushed and sweaty as they squeezed together in a hug, and smiled. This was what Electric Daisy Carnival was all about -- the music, the drugs, the sexiness of everyone's nearly-naked bodies, and the freedom to be yourself.

"Hey," Lexi said, smiling ear to ear, "we should pop another pill."

---

Finally. He was in. Took long enough. He was such a dumbass for letting himself leave late and not getting in line until 9 PM, right when every other raver on the entire West Coast was trying to get into the Las Vegas Superspeedway too.

After getting through the line and walking with the other vibrantly dressed ravers over the stadium edge and down the bleachers, Max made his way toward the trance stage.

Once there, he started pushing in through the crowd toward the front middle, the best place to dance -- and to find girls who were rolling hard.

He was tall, brown haired, athletic, and 23 years old. He'd gone with his frat bros to the first two days of the festival, but they'd gone home after day two, so he was all on his own for the last night. He was wearing thin gym shorts and no shirt -- the heat of the Las Vegas day was fading, but he'd be in the middle of a hot, sweaty crowd most of the night, so there was no point in wearing one.

Day three. He was finally all alone, solo raving. A ball of excitement was building in his chest.

He'd always been a little shy to admit around his friends that he was really attracted to thick, chubby girls -- especially when rolling on MDMA. Something about their soft, squeezable curves was just unbelievably pleasurable on the drug. Pressing his naked body against a chubby girl while they both were rolling was just about the most heavenly thing he could imagine. He'd made out with a few girls on molly, mostly the type of skinny sorority sluts that liked to hang around his popular frat, but never had he gone further.

He loved the idea of ditching his bros and going off alone to hunt for chubby rolling rave sluts. He burned with desire to see what it was like to dance up close with one, to caress her soft, thick skin, to press his lips against her thick lips and his chest against her big, bulging tits. And tonight would be his last chance for a while.

As he brushed past a skinny brunette sorority girl in a red bikini, who looked him up and down, eyes widening with desire as he walked on without noticing, he felt a tingle at the base of his neck.