Big Lovin'

Nude and nervous, Finn looked up, up at the broad bulk of Susan Strong, looming over him as a giant, and she was as naked as the day she was born, her crown of all-so human hair falling down her back like the cascade of a mountain, and yes, she was like a mountain, flesh instead of rock, not just bulky but big in the very definition of the word, and it all was so exciting, so overwhelming, that his blood was pumping and the need was flowing and he was already unsheathed for the romantic acts when she tilted her head back, and oh, didn't it just get so much worse with her cute face and the way the sweat gleamed on the full pinkness of her lower lip, tanned skin so lovely and enticing and he whimpered, "Please, please, please don't wait!"

And she did smile, and she did lean back, and she slowly lowered herself down, and the world was gone for Finn, and it was replaced by Susan Strong's body, an infinitely more preferable state.

She sat down on him; not on his body, but upon him, the enormous and nearly hemispherical enormity of her backside catching him like a fly in a giant insect-eating plant, though she was far less lethal to her other here; carefully adjusting herself so that she didn't crush Finn's tiny body; her massive buttocks clenched, raised, and didn't so much rest on him as flow around him, the soft skin and surrounding mass cushioned everywhere and engulfing much of his body, for there was not a lot of Finn compared to Susan but there was so very much Susan especially with her butt.

She made a long sound, keening and panting as she felt him move and squeal and pant, and slide closer to her as her butt clenched him, pulled him closer to the warm hotness heating her core like a furnace, twisting her until she sweated and panted like a beast, and she realized how much larger she was than him, how much more powerful, and it warmed her more, pumped her up, made her ravenous. 

Finn was so cute, so small, so sweet, and now she wanted him so badly that it hurt but in a sweet way, a love way, a sexy way.

Underneath her, almost inside her, Finn grinded at her, helpless against her might, and she squealed at how he felt there, slipping and sliding and moving and touch and ah it was like lightning in her veins, and she moved, bouncing against him, cracking the earth under her, muscular action pulling him further and further along, her broad shoulders rising, her enormous breast bouncing and slapping against each other with a noise like fleshy drums that echoed, and he was closer, closer-

Ah, yes, there, there, sweet and wet and slippery and pushing, yes, yes, yes. 

And it began in earnest, and when they were done, the ground did shake, and trees did break, and Princess Bubblegum made a point to calculate further earthquakes so she could spy on them to analyze human reproduction (and tape the proceedings for her own satisfaction).