As the Levely begins, representatives from every nation of the World Government gather in the grand hall to discuss political matters that will shape the future of the world. Although they are next in line as successors, neither Vivi nor Rebecca is permitted to attend the meeting.
Outside, retainers and subjects wait patiently for the conference to end so they can reunite with their kings and rulers. Bored and restless, the two princesses decide to wander the premises until they find an empty room far from any foot traffic.
Once inside, Vivi turns to Rebecca and deliberately presses her massive Alabastan breasts against the equally impressive Dressrosan pair right in front of her.
“Don’t think that just because we’re the same age we’re equals!” Vivi taunts, implying clear superiority. “Unlike you, I’m first in the line of succession to my throne.”
“As if that matters when your kingdom is famous for… absolutely nothing but sand!” Rebecca fires back, shoving her chest forward in a direct collision against Vivi’s. “My country is prosperous, full of life—unlike your endless desert!”
In perfect sync, both girls wrap their arms tightly around each other’s waists and crush themselves together in a mutual bear hug.
“UGHHH!”
“GUH!”
Foreheads pressed hard together, noses smushed, they glared deeply into each other’s eyes, teeth grinding, soft growls rumbling from their throats.
“My kingdom is renowned for its rich, powerful breasts!” Rebecca taunts this time.
“Oh really? Then why are you the one getting flattened right now?!”
“You blue-haired bitch! It’s only a matter of time before your cherries give out!”
“Bring it, you pink-haired slut! My melons are going to crush your little berries!”
Vivi tightens her embrace even more, lifting her chest higher to press downward from above. Rebecca rises onto her tiptoes and leans forward aggressively, forcing Vivi to stumble back a few steps. The blue-haired princess quickly twists her torso, using the momentum to shove Rebecca backward in return.
They rock back and forth like this—breasts rolling over one another, sliding, pushing, a strange, intense dance of dominance—yet neither ever loosens the crushing hug that’s steadily stealing the air from both their lungs.
“Hah… hah… hah… You lesbian whore—I can feel your nipples are rock hard!” Vivi hisses between labored breaths. “Is that how you used to earn your keep while Doflamingo ruled?!”
“Fuck you! And what about you—weren’t you Crocodile’s personal little slut?!” Rebecca snaps back. “Nngh… GRRRR!!!”
“GRRRR!!!”
After the verbal barrage, both take one massive, deep breath, inflating all four glorious orbs to their absolute limit. Then they crush together with every ounce of strength they have left.
The four perfect spheres bulge outward, desperately seeking space. Their faces flush crimson, then deepen to purple. Tears stream from the corners of their eyes. Breathing turns into desperate, ragged gasps.
“Ughhh! J-just… give up already… you Alabasta bitch…”
“Argh! M-my breasts are superior… just like my kingdom… you Dressrosa whore!”
In one final, desperate effort, they hold their breath and squeeze with everything they have left. Slowly their faces shift from red to deep violet, vision blurs, then fades completely to white.
Hours later, when the Levely finally adjourns, guards are frantically searching the premises for the missing princesses. Eventually they find them—still locked in a tight embrace, fast asleep on each other’s shoulder, looking for all the world like the closest of best friends.
To be continued…
