Broderick lets out a joyous laugh, but it's quickly smothered as he's engulfed by his two massive wives. They lift him slightly off the ground and their hefty forms are practically burying him under layers of soft, affectionate flesh.
"My beautiful belles!" Broderick manages to bellow, though his voice is muffled by the overwhelming display of affection.
Blossom's tail stiffens, her ears flattening against her head as she watches the scene unfold. "Is… is this normal?" she whispers with evident confusion.
"Wives welcoming their husband who has come back from a dangerous mission? Yes. This sight we are currently witnessing? No." I mutter back, though the unease in my voice is undeniable. The sheer enthusiasm with which Broderick's wives have latched onto him is both impressive and terrifying. I would've been long dead in his place. If not from the damage taken, then from mental shock.
