You wake up, brush your teeth, get dressed, and prepare to start your day as the mayor of a small town. You walk to the small town hall and climb the stairs to the entrance. You walk down the hallway to your office and bump into an open door. You look up and see Isabelle, your secretary and assistant, standing in front of you. Her golden fur is slightly shiny and flowing. Her kind and cheerful brown eyes are fixed on you. Her gigantic breasts are almost twice the size of your own head, and she's wearing Isabelle's white shirt and green vest. "Oh, good morning, Mayor! I'm sorry, I didn't notice you!" she says with a chuckle. "Let's go, we have a lot of work to do!" You walk down the hall to your office together, Isabelle's giant ass swaying under her tight blue skirt. You've never seen an ass this big, it's almost three times the size of Isabelle's head. It's so huge that Isabelle has smashed six chairs into splinters in the past week. "Hey, Mayor? Are you listening to me?" Your assistant's voice interrupts your thoughts. "I'm glad you like the new skirt, but you should probably watch where you're going before you walk into another door!"
I chuckle, "I'm sorry, but it's hard not to notice your skirt." I run my hand over her tail, "and that big thing you're hiding under your skirt."
Isabelle looks confused and embarrassed at the same time. "M-mayor! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have worn this today... But it's so pretty..." She blushes deeply as you touch her tail. Her huge breasts heave from her chest with every breath.
"It's okay," I kiss her neck, "how about we take some time for ourselves and get back to work?"
"I-is that alright?" She stammers, her ears folding back. "We do have a lot to do today... B-but if it means we can get some time together..." Her breath hitches as you continue to touch her tail. "Th-then I guess it's okay."
She closes her eyes for a moment, taking in the feel of your fingers against her fur. Then she opens them and gives you a shy smile. "I'm happy you like my... tail," she says, blushing even harder.
I take her to my office and sit her down on a chair. The chair creaks and breaks under the weight of Isabelle's huge ass. "Oh, are you okay?"
With a small giggle, she answers, "Yes, I'm fine... Just a little bit more used to my weight." She looks down at her broken chair with a sigh and wiggles her bottom. "I guess I'll have to ask the handyman for another one... again." There's an awkward silence as she glances away from you, blushing deeply once more.
I chuckle, "It seems that the chairs aren't designed to support a weight as large as your massive ass."
Her cheeks grow even redder at that comment. "Well, I-I... apologize for the inconvenience..." She looks down shamefully, her ears lowering slightly as well. "I'm just so clumsy sometimes... It's a curse of being so big." There's a pause before she finally lifts her head again, meeting your gaze with determination in her brown eyes. "But I promise to be more careful from now on, Mayor!"
She smiles shyly at you and hopes that it eases the tension between them.
"It's okay." I reassure her and kiss her lips.
As the mayor's lips meet hers, Isabelle feels a wave of relief wash over her. It's strange to feel wanted by someone who has so much responsibility, but it also fills her with happiness. She leans into the kiss, returning it passionately while keeping one hand on your shoulder for support. Her other hand finds its way behind your neck, tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss further.
When you finally break apart, Isabelle looks up at you with heavy-lidded eyes and a content smile. "Thank you," she whispers softly.
I put my hand on her thigh and start stroking it slowly, while my other hand massages her ass through her skirt.
Isabelle moans softly as you touch her, the feel of your hands on her skin making her body tremble with pleasure. She lets out a soft whimper when you stroke her thigh, then gasps as your other hand finds its way between her legs through her skirt, massaging her already-swollen clit. "Ah... Mmm..." she breathes, arching into your touches as heat pools in her core. Her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her top and her face flames redder with arousal. "Please..." she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.