I became the fluff.

Life could not get any better as I floated through the sky as a ball of sentient fluff. There was nothing else to my body, only fluff. My arms became fluff. My legs became fluff. My brain became fluff. My very soul became fluff.

There was no need for anything else. No need for oxygen. No need for water nor food. No need for sleep nor emotions.

There was only fluff.

I drifted through the sky wherever the wind planned on taking me without a single care. What was there to even care about? Nothing. No, everything. Because everything was fluff and fluff was all that there was worth caring about.

An existence of fluff is a whole, pure existence.

Then I felt something grab onto me. I didn’t know what it was, but it had sharp claws that it dug into the top of my fluff to fly me down toward the ground. Only, it wasn’t just ground I was going toward. It was a castle. What looked like a haunted, gothic castle grew closer and closer as the claws carried me down toward it. Now, given that my brain was literally fluff, it was hard to process what exactly was going on. I was aware enough to process what was going on and to know that fluff equaled fluff and that fluff was fluff, but that was about it.

Though, I saw a familiar face once I was landed on a balcony of the castle.

“Ah,” the zombie maid queen said. “Fluff.”

The wielder of the claws then let go of me and landed on the ground beside me, revealing her to be the giant fluffy bat that was usually with the zombie maid queen. She also just transformed into her human form. “I found this strange ball floating through the sky.”

“Something about it… is familiar.”

“I agree. There is something extremely strange, yet familiar, about this mysterious ball of fluff. Do you have any idea what it could be?”

“Not… sure. But… we could put it in a pillow… case, and use it… as a giant pillow.”

“Wonderful idea, my queen. Perhaps we could separate some of the fluff to put it in a comforter? There is enough here for several comforters and pillows, honestly.”

“Ah. Okay.”

“Allow me to go get the shears so that I may chop it into more manageable pieces.”

“Ah… but… what if we don’t? We could… keep it as a pet.”

“Hmm. A pet fluff? That sounds like something Drake would appreciate. Ah, my queen, it may raise your love points with him if you gift this to him.”

“Maybe… we cut off half… and give him one half.”

“And pretend that it is the whole?”

The zombie maid queen nodded.

“Excellent idea, my queen. We would get to keep some of the fluff for ourselves while giving the rest to him, tricking him into thinking that he is getting the whole thing while having no idea that the rest is going into our pillows and comforters.”

“Ex…actly.”

“But before we do that, would you like your bath?”

The zombie maid queen nodded again.

“Very well. I will return shortly once the water has warmed enough,” the bat butler said before walking off the balcony into the bedroom connected to it, leaving me alone with the zombie maid queen.

As for the woman I was left alone with, she looked around as if to make sure she was alone before beginning to undress. The first thing she did was untie her dress that was laced up similar to a corset before sliding it off of her shoulders. It was still stuck around her waist, but at least she looked like she could breathe a bit more easily without it tied up.

“Don’t know why… I even keep it tied up… when he isn’t here to see,” she said before looking down at her chest. “And they… are big enough even without being… pushed up… aren’t they?”

She lethargically lifted her hands up to the undersides of her breasts, pushing them up a bit to give them a little shake.

“I think… they’re big enough. Only… Delphi’s and… Claire’s are bigger.”

I wasn’t sure who Claire was. The bat butler, maybe? I had no idea who else she would be talking about if that wasn’t Claire.

More importantly, the zombie maid queen came closer to me, opened up her arms wide as if going for a hug, and basically fell forward onto me. “Comfy.”

There was something incredibly endearing about how simple she was. As one smart man once said, “Why say lot word when few word do trick?” The zombie maid queen was a good example of that practice. Well, sometimes.

That aside, I forgot just how warm she was.

And because she undid the top half of her dress, leaving her breasts only held back by her bra… I got to feel a good amount of them against my fluff.

It was like every single inch of my fluff was capable of feeling sensations. Every inch of my fluff could feel things as if I was touching them with actual fingers. So, I basically got to feel her entire, warm body sink into my endless fluff.

Despite supposedly being a zombie, she was…

Incredibly soft.

Her chest, her legs and arms, her hair, her dress—every single inch of her was soft. She was almost as soft as raw fluff!

Realizing that, I felt a throb in my core.

A throb of realization.

Now that I had become the ultimate being of fluff, a whole new world of softness was open to me.

Becoming the ultimate fluff helped me realized what I was missing all along.

Yes, fluff was still perfect and wonderful and the meaning of life, but there were so many other forms of softness, too! Just because fluff was the epitome of fluff did not mean that other forms of fluff could not be appreciated!

And what if fluff wasn’t truly the fluffiest fluff in the universe? What if there was something even fluffier than fluff? Like the zombie maid queen’s breasts sinking into my very being?

Was I—was I blind the entire time?

Was I so blinded by FCBs, FDTs, The Fluff, and more, that I was blinded to the true, ultimate fluff that I could have been enjoying this entire time?

Was I blinded…

To boobs?

Was I blinded to the breasts of my girlfriends and those of my future girlfriends?

Could boobs actually compete with fluff?

I didn’t know. But I did know that fluff would want me to find out. Fluff was so pure that it could acknowledge that, perhaps, it was not the ultimate fluff in the universe. Fluff would want to know the truth, even if it might hurt the fluff. But even then, fluff could never be hurt. Fluff would simply be happy that the truth is being realized.

And upon coming to this realization…

I turned back to normal. Not only did I turn back to normal, but I turned back to normal and just so happened to have both of the zombie maid queen’s breasts squeezed within my hands as she lay atop me.

A lesser man—one who had not faced the realization I had, might have apologized and taken his hands away.

But I was no lesser man.

I was a man who became the fluff and returned from it.

I looked the zombie maid queen straight in the eyes and squeezed her boobs some more. “These are nice,” I said.

The zombie maid queen smiled and hung her face directly over my own. “I knew… it was you.”

“How?”

“I could… taste you… on the air.”

“Are you a shark or a zombie?”

“Ra…wr.”

“Since you’re basically my girlfriend, even if I haven’t conquered you yet, that means I get to touch your boobs more, right?”

“Yeah. You can touch… them as much as you… want.”

“Thanks. They’re great.”

She nodded and licked my cheek. Apparently, even the zombies of this pocket universe acted like dogs. “You still… taste good.”

“You can taste me as much as you want as long as I get to grope you as much as I want.”

“Dea…l. Oh… and, I was going to… bring you into the bathroom with… us, so that… you could watch us… get naked… and bathe. But… it’s okay. Claire won’t… mind, even if you look… normal.”

“She wouldn’t mind me watching you both bathe?”

“Of course not,” the bat butler, Claire, said as she was now standing at the entrance to the balcony again. “You are my lord. I belong to you as much as I belong to my queen. You are permitted to do anything and everything that you want to my body. Whether you bend me over as I am attempting to cook, order me to join you in the bath to wash your body using my own, or demand that I service you every morning to assure that every day starts with personal stress relief, I am willing to do anything and everything to make your life as pleasurable, in all meanings of the word, as possible. That is my duty as your butler. As such, if you wish to leer at the two of us in our nude forms as we bathe in a hot bat together, I would be offended if you chose not to.” She placed a hand on her chest and bowed. “Please, make use of my every inch, even my very soul, for your own pleasure.”

The zombie maid queen looked me in the eyes again and said, “See? She… is the strongest butler. She lets me… grope her… all the time. And… her thighs… are really good pillows for… night.”

“So, let me get this straight,” I said. “I could order her to come over here and unbutton her suit so that I can see her chest, and then to place my hands against her breasts for me, and she’ll do it?”

Before the zombie maid queen could even answer me, Claire was on her knees behind my head with her suit buttoned so that her breasts, still in her bra, were bulging out over me. She then grabbed me by my wrists and brought my hands right up to her breasts, placing my palms against their undersides. “I am quite confident in my size,” she said. “Their size, weight, and shape will not leave you anything to be desired. That I am sure of. Please, enjoy them to your heart’s content, my lord.”

So.

That was how I ended up in the situation of being on my back on the balcony of the zombie maid queen’s gothic, haunted castle, with said queen on top of me now lovingly nibbling on my neck as her bat-butler-turned-human used my hands to grope her breasts.

I had no objections to any of that.

“Also, if I may, I have an idea,” Claire said.

The zombie maid queen was content in nibbling on my neck, so it was up to me to ask, “What?”

“First, I would like your opinion.”

“On?”

“My breasts. Are they to your liking?”

“They are.”

“Go on.”

“They’re great.”

“My lord, if you wish to praise a woman’s breasts, you must go into greater detail than that. Here, allow me to further inspire you.” Claire brought my hands up to the front of her chest, firmly pressing my palms against her bra’s cups as my fingers reached up over them to press down against the bare flesh of her chest. “Well?”

“They’re… amazing. They’re huge, they’re warm, they’re—wait. They’re… they’re soft. That’s right. The whole reason I’m groping breasts now is because of their softness!” I pressed my fingers even harder against her breasts as I rubbed my palms around to truly test them. “This softness—it, it’s comparable to fluff! No, comparing it to fluff is an insult to its own greatness. Magnificent specimens such as these should be compared only to themselves! To the themselves of the yesterday! For they are always growing better with every single day, constantly surpassing who they were even just seconds ago! Like a spiral drill drilling through the heavens, these are breasts that continue to evolve in their incredible, awe-inspiring, softness!”

“That—that is more like it, my lord,” Claire said with a bit of red coloring her cheeks and a slight stutter to her voice. “But.. perhaps a bit too much. That was rather… embarrassing. Or rather, it would be embarrassing for others to hear that much. You will have to practice your praise on me more often, preferably in private, so that you do not overwhelm the others.”

“You just want me to give you even more praise in an environment where you won’t be embarrassed that others are hearing it.”

“Of—of course not, my lord.”

“Claire, I’ve become the fluff. I can see through everything now. There is no hiding your true feelings from me, just as I know there is no hiding my neck from your queen. Also, what’s even her name?”

“Mariet, my lord.”

“Got it. Also, wait. I just remembered something.”

“Yes?”

“I thought you were going for a punster character type?”

“I am in a horny mood, not a punny mood, and I will remain as such until you watch us bathe, inevitably join in, and effectively become corrupted by our breasts as your desire to stay here overwhelms your desire to return to the others.”

“Wait, was that your idea?”

“Yes. By corrupting you to stay here, it will inspire the others to go on with the battles to hurry up and reach us. The sooner they reach us, the sooner we will get to join you at your main base of operations.”

“Couldn’t you just… move on over?”

Claire shook her head. “No.”

“Why?” I asked while still groping her breasts.

“Because that is not how the game works. A gentleman must not only grope the breasts of every woman in this universe, save for that sword woman who has no interest in joining our relationship, but he must respect the rules of the game.”

“So. What you’re saying is that I get to stay here and do lewd things with all of you now that my fascination with women’s breasts has been awoken, while the others are encouraged to fight through the battles to win me back, resulting in both of you getting to join us on a regular basis back at our house?”

“Exactly.”

“One question.”

“Yes, my lord?”

“Do you have a garden here?”

“We do. In the courtyard.”

“Deal.”

Just so you know, Vala consents to this and thinks it’s a fun plan. She wanted me to come and say that in case anybody feels like you’re cheating on us without our consent or something weird like that.

Also… really? Boobs are your new fascination?

Great. Just great. I guess we’re finally upping the series’ rating.

Window vanished as soon as we had a chance to read what she had to say.

“I guess I’m officially staying here for a few days then,” I said. “So, about that bath.”

Claire nodded. “I will have to warm the water again, but you will have to stop fondling my breasts for me to do that.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

It was probably going to be a while before we went to that bath, but I was having a nice time with Claire’s chest while Mariet had a nice time with my neck.

Honestly, I couldn’t even feel the biting after a couple of minutes. I probably lost too much blood to feel it as she upgraded from nibbling to chomping.