They were a nice wide set of hips and firm legs, don't get him wrong, but he wasn't exactly into her banana yellow yoga pants. The rest wasn't much better: a D cups bust covered with a leopard print top with fuzzy pink edges, an exercise headband out of the eighties throwing off the rich dark brown hair and hazel eyes set against her chocolate skin, and who wears socks with sandals?!
"Hey-oh!" the girl chirped.
"Well darling, if your hear for an appointment, you've come to the right place." Marinette interjected.
"Appointment? No, I'm hear for this cutie." the ebony beauty in tacky clothes said with a blushing sigh. "My name's Tuesday."
'Of course it is.' Colin thought with a sigh.
Before the shift to tacky hottie, Tuesday was a tacky cheapskate named Tyrone. But the pink mist took him from forty to twenty and all other places curvacious and frankly tasteless.
"Well, Tuesday... why are you here exactly?" Colin asked.
Tuesday simply giggled, "I wanna see you, cutie."
Colin blushed as the curvy girl spun him around, pressed her bouncy rear into his groinal zone, and forced him to back up into the nearby bedroom.
Ignoring the corny disco tune the curvacious black girl put on, Colin lined up his ... "foot long"... and jammed it into her rear, thrusting in like a pump. It was damp and warm, but it felt... pretty good actually. It got really good when Tuesday pressed her booty against him harder and let out loud, sexy moans while they busted it. It was another long, hot, steamy hour before Tuesday entered her pleasure threshold.
"I-I'm gonna cum!" she moaned.
"M-Me too..." Colin wheezed out.
They joined in a synced "Ahhh... AHHHHH... AAAAAAHHHH!!!!" before their fluids burst out and ran all over the sheets.
"Well, I g-guess tomorrow's laundry day." Colin panted.
"Guess it is, honey." Tuesday purred with the adoring smile that signaled her harem-fication.
"So.... any of you girl's wanna play with me while cutie pie gets washed up?" Tuesday asked as she walked out of Colin's room with her pants still down.
Four of her harem sisters blushed profusely as Jamie raised her hand. Lucy shakily raised her hand, too (failing to hide her hardened nipples).
'No zense of fashion, going for "seconds" with the rest of us, not much class or subtlety... jes, it's Jamie all over again.' the french fashionista mentally sighed.
Tuesday's intiation practically mirrored Jamie's, although Colin had helped the cheerleader when she broke her leg and it was long before Lucy or Christina had fallen for him. It looked like it was gonna be a long adjustment period...