[Web Res] Sweater Wife: Isabelle (Covered)

I always liked Isabelle too, for this one I opted for a more simplified pose. Also with this, this means I all the sweater wives is now finished! Yay, there will be sticker made for this soon, just you wait! Also, Isabelle!

Short Story

"It must be finished next week! The festival is next week!" you exclaimed into the phone. You've been pushing to get everything ready for the upcoming Summer Festival, the highlight of the year, ensuring it would be perfect.

You've been working non-stop, but your secretary, Isabelle, had been working even harder. She had a habit of pushing herself too far, which was why you wanted her to take a break and relax.

You were sitting at your desk, pondering over festival preparations, when Isabelle entered with a stack of papers.

"Here are the reports from the city council, Mayor. I think there are some changes that need to be made," she said, handing you the documents.

"Thanks, Isabelle," you replied, accepting the papers.

Isabelle, your cheerful Shih Tzu secretary, had always been professional, but you couldn't help but notice her more today.

"Oh, and Mayor," Isabelle interjected, pulling you from your thoughts, "I need you to sign this report. It's crucial."

You reviewed the report on the Summer Festival's progress. Everything was on track, set to be ready by next week. You signed it and handed it back to Isabelle.

As the day wound down, you were wrapping up the last of the paperwork. Glancing over at Isabelle, you noticed her green plaid vest sweater draped over her chair, looking dull and worn. It had been months since she wore anything else, and her other clothes were likely too small now.

You had been meaning to get her a new sweater for a while. With closing time approaching, you decided to sneak in some online shopping. You found a lovely green sweater, described as soft and stylish, seemingly perfect for Isabelle. Suddenly, Isabelle's voice called from behind, "Mayor, do you have a minute?" You quickly closed the tab and turned around.

"Yes, Isabelle. What can I help with?" you asked, hoping she hadn't noticed.

"Well, I have some paperwork here, but I need your signature. Could you please look them over?" she asked, handing you the documents.

You reviewed and signed them, then handed them back. "Everything looks good to me."

Isabelle thanked you and returned to her desk. Sighing in relief, you reopened the store's page, only to realize you'd accidentally purchased the sweater. The color was right, but you had no idea about the model. To your dismay, it cost 9,000 bells, quite expensive. Accepting the purchase, you hoped it was of high quality.

A week later, on the day of the Summer Festival, the town hall was empty as everyone prepared for the festivities. You and Isabelle were the only ones left, still working on some paperwork.

Remembering the sweater, you pulled out the gift-wrapped package from your bag. "I have a surprise for you," you said. "It's not much, but I hope you like it."

"Thank you, Mayor! But you didn't need to get me anything," Isabelle replied, her eyes lighting up. "May I open it now?"

"Of course, Isabelle."

Before she could unwrap it, your phone rang. It was a staff member from the festival. "Mayor, Tom Nook has arrived! We might not have enough space for his stall!"

"Oh, alright, I'm coming now," you said, hanging up. "I'm sorry, Isabelle, but I have to go. Enjoy the gift," you added, leaving the room.

"Thank you, Mayor. I'm sure it will be lovely," Isabelle called after you with a smile.

You smiled back, then hurried to the festival.

After helping Tom Nook set up, you were enjoying the festivities when your phone buzzed with a message from Isabelle:

"Mayor, I wanted to thank you for the gift. I'm very happy to have received such a lovely present. When are you back at the town hall? I have a few things to discuss."

Shocked, you realized you'd left Isabelle behind. "I'm coming now," you replied, rushing back.

Upon entering your office, you stopped short. There stood Isabelle, wearing the sweater you'd bought. However, it wasn't what you expected. The sweater was cropped, covering only her shoulders, arms, and neck, leaving much of her curvaceous figure exposed. Underneath, she wore a striped bikini that struggled to contain her form, her supple massive breasts was overflowing from the bikini and you can see her areola peeking, while the bikini bottom was doing a very poor job of covering her massive buttocks. Her 'shortstack' form making the bikini look almost comically inadequate. You came to realization that that you accidentally ordered a sexy sweater as a gift for Isabelle.

Before you could mutter any words, Isabelle looks at you and said, "I must say Mayor, I actually like this sweater, despite the odd style. And I can see that you liked it too." Isabelle said with a playful smile.

You felt a blush forming on your face.

"Um...well...it is a bit odd," you said.

"Yes, but it's still very nice," Isabelle said.

Without any command, Isabelle suddenly reaches for the back of her bikini, untying it and dropping it to the floor. Isabelle breasts bounced from the impact, revealing her nipples, it was pink and inverted. Her bikini bottom was already falling apart from her butt, so it also dropped to the floor.

With nothing to cover, she started teasing you. "I guess the whole sweater thing have nothing to do with these, right? I can see that you wanted to see me like this." As Isabelle started to grab her own breasts.

Isabelle's actions took you by surprise, but you had to admit that you enjoyed the view.

"Well...I...um..." you stuttered.

"There's no need to be shy, Mayor," Isabelle said. "It's okay to want me like this."

She slowly approached you, her massive breasts bouncing slightly. She wrapped her arms around you and leaned in close.

"It's okay if you want to touch me," she whispered.

Your heart was pounding. Isabelle was so close to you, her bare body pressed against yours. You wanted her. You had always wanted her. But now, in this moment, it felt different.

"Isabelle..." you murmured.

Isabelle moved in closer, her lips almost touching yours. "Just say it, Mayor. Tell me you want me."

"I...I want you," you whispered.

"Then take me," Isabelle said.

Her lips crashed into yours. She kissed you with passion, her tongue probing your mouth. Your hands went to her breasts, squeezing them and feeling their weight.

Isabelle broke the kiss, smiling at you.

"Let's have some fun," she said, leading you towards your desk.

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