Imagine Kronii trying to find a sports bra so that she can work out out the gym, but being unable to—there simply isn't anything like that in her size.
Imagine her getting so frustrated that she decides to just go without, full of nervous energy as she leaves the house wearing only a tight tank top and running shorts.
Imagine her trying to jog, but her balance keeps getting thrown off by her jiggling jugs.
Imagine how much attention she would draw from people just trying to walk down the street as she ran, her enormous udders bouncing everywhere, threatening to burst out of her shirt.
Imagine her flustered face as she tries to ignore all the stares, trying not to notice the ways her nipples harden and the way her pussy wettens.
Imagine her finally coming to a stop at a crosswalk, bending over in an attempt to catch her breath. Imagine the way her massive tits would hang, threatening to fall out of her tiny tank top.
Imagine the way her breath would quicken, more from arousal than exertion, as she feels the scandalized stares of people looking up or down her shirt, easily able to make out her tenting nipples.
Imagine her trying to convince herself it's just sweat when she gets home, noticing a wet spot on her shorts.
Imagine her becoming more and more bold with these feelings. Doing it more and more often, revelling in the looks she gets as she rationalizes it as more of her narcissism.
Imagine her covertly buying a vibrator online, and slipping it into her shorts as she runs, bringing the rush of adrenaline and arousal to a whole new level as her internal muscles clamp around the tiny buzzing egg.
Imagine her trying not to look suspicious as she orgasms in public, freezing up as she almost collapses against a wall. Imagine her trying to mmuffle her voice with a hand, biting down on a finger and leaving fang marks in it as she silently screams her mind-blowing orgasm out.
Imagine her going even further, buying two tiny clip-on vibes to attach to her nipples, something she couldn't even hide if somebody looked hard enough.
Imagine Kronii collapsing bow-legged in the middle of a run, legs like jelly from cumming too many times.
Imagine finding Kronii collapsed in the middle of the park, panting as she cums again and again, having lost control of her vibrators, too weak to remove them.
Imagine pulling her off the path and onto a park bench, immediately recognizing her as a huge slut the moment you see her.
Imagine pulling off her clothes and fucking her right there in public, her attempts to get you to stop fading into mindless babbling as she clamps her cunt like a vise around your cock.
Imagine blowing a load inside her defenseless pussy, uncaring of any consequences.
Imagine walking away and leaving her there, her pussy leaking your semen as she pants for air, lost in a lust-filled haze and begging you to not leave and fuck her again.
Imagine Kronii a week later trying to replicate the scale of that orgasm with her fingers or with toys and being utterlyunable to. Imagine her staking out the park for weeks until she finds you again.
Imagine Kronii pouncing on you from the bushes, half-naked and lust-crazed, sucking your cock like a woman posessed in the middle of the park.
Imagine her dragging you home with hr, throwing you on the bed and fucking you for hours on end until her stamina is finally worn down.
Imagine telling her "see you next week, slut," and leaving her again, covered in cum and her own juices, burning with shame and arousal as she cums just from your degradation.