“Like what you see choom?” Rebecca glared as she gave you a hard stare. “You look like a fresh bennie gawking at her all hard.”

You tried to laugh it off, though Rebecca could tell you were clearly flustered at being caught staring at the woman running the front of the chop shop who you had been hanging out with lately. You couldn't help it, you had never seen a woman with those sort of proportions without trawling through the most sketchiest parts of Night City. Those breasts had to be implants or something, wasn't no way breasts could get that huge without being chromed up. They were practically bigger than her own head...

“Hey, I'm still talking to you idiot,” The pale girl growled, as she gave your legs a swift kick. The sharp pain was enough to get your eyes away from the sight of those two massive enhancements and back to your fellow edgerunner who didn't look too pleased at the moment. You had to admit to yourself, it was like night and day comparing the two. The chop shop woman was tall and buxom as all hell, with tanned skin from working in the sun. Rebecca on the other hand, was the complete opposite, criminally short and petite with ghostly colored skin and a chest that might has well be non-existent.

“Got somethin' on your mind choom? That face of yours looks like it's thinking of something that deserves a good caving in with my fucking fists.”

You vigorously shake your head and deny everything. You've known Rebecca long enough to know that every part of her body was as deadly as her sharp tongue, and you didn't want to get on her bad side of someone who could flatline you with extreme prejudice. Which was why you tried had tried to keep this a secret from her. There wasn't anything wrong with striking up casual chats with some more, mature looking ladies, every now and again. Maybe even invite them to hang out and watch some vids at your place in the coming days with the prospect of maybe taking those tits for a test drive to see if they were the real deal. But that can often lead to misunderstandings with certain people prone to wielding shotguns. So you nervously smile and assured her that it was all nova.

“That so,” Rebecca humphs, dropping the matter. You assume you assuaged her volatile temper, but you critically miss the way she looked at the woman as you both walk past. It's not until a week later that you find out just how vindictively petty Rebecca could be when you find her sprawled out on your couch with a gut that dwarfed her small body, clearly full of one huge breasted chop shop woman who was screaming her lungs out as she gurgled away in the smaller girl's stomach.

It was quite the sight, your own mouth hanging open in disbelief as Rebecca mischievously stuck her tongue at you, casually rubbing that violently writhing taut mound of her belly with her hand, the Mox tattoos on her middle nearly being stretched to oblivion by the massive body of the woman inside. You find out afterwards, once that poor woman was turned to a gross amount of waistline fat, that Rebecca's jealousy was quite impressively extensive, as she had gone and got chromed up with an Arasaka digestive system implant of all things. Powerful enough to digest pretty much anything within the day without trouble, including women who you happened to be interested in.

“Hell choom, that chop shop girl you were walking around with tasted like motor oil and skav. Only real thing about her were those rockin' knockers!”

Guess that solved the lingering questions of whether those were implants or not. Shame you never got to find out for yourself.

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Got the Becca brainrot, send help.

The green haired gremlin was drawn by fellow choom  FoF !

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