Having said goodbye to Victoria, her heading home, I traveled to college, getting there a little late, sneaking quietly to the empty seat next to Max. The classroom was completely devoid of any girls, only us guys remaining. The day passed as usual, not much happening that's out of the ordinary. During lunch, Max and I grabbed a table in our usual spot, talking and cracking jokes as we ate.
"Well, I can confirm that Abby's got the virus," Max said unenthusiastically, taking a bite of the burger. "I visited her yesterday, you know, and she had stuffed herself so much she looked pregnant!"
"How did you, uhh, take it?" I asked.
"I mean, at first I was shocked, but... I don't know, something came over me, seeing her there," Max said, his voice growing distant as he looked at his food, a small smile spreading across his face.
"Uh huh," I said in a knowing tone, their scent really drives one wild. We were quiet for the rest of the lunch. I went to grab some of the cafeteria's mass produced desert for me and Max, and I noticed how understocked everything was. "That's odd," I thought to myself. "Had the transport of food deliveries been cut down since all girls were at home?" Checking for any staff around me, I noticed there were none. Walking behind the serving counters, I approached the kitchen door, wondering if I could find someone to answer my question.
When I opened the large white door, I saw the cause of the food shortage. On the floor, completely naked, sat one of the female staff members of the kitchen. Resting her back against one of the counters, she had been cushioned up on some pillows taken from the teacher's lounge. Her belly was the largest one I'd seen, sticking out at least a couple of feet. It was stuffed to the brim with food, her large tits rested on top of it and her legs spread. The rest of the staff kept feeding her and pleasing her, taking mountains of food that they prepared and constantly fed it to her.
Between the woman's legs is a man, licking and eating her out, her moans growing louder and louder. The whole kitchen was filled with her alluring scent, which invited me in through the door, but I pulled back, walking away with a flushed face as I handed Max the stale pastry. Looking at me with a confused look, Max wanted to ask me what was wrong, but I just shook my head and said:
"Don't ask."
Stepping of the bus after the day had finished I walked my usual route when I heard a voice call out to me, a woman's voice with what could have once been called an Irish accent:
"Well, if it isn't Alexandra's w- son!" the woman catching herself mid sentence. I turn my head, taking off my headphones and pausing the music. The woman who called out to me was Mrs. Collin, tending to her garden out front, clipping of access branches and twigs. "I'm sorry hun, I didn't mean to startle you!" she continues, her voice straightening out, hiding her Irish tone.
I looked at her dumbfounded, unable to respond as I remember how I had peeped at her and her husband fuck in their backyard. Walking towards me, her whole body jiggled with every step, wearing a white crop top and blue jeans shorts, stretched to their limits as her wide hips and butt practically spilled out from the top and bottom. The crop top can barely contain her ballooning tits that are covered in freckles, with her pudgy belly on bare display, her white, slightly sunburnt skin wobbling up and down. Her curly orange hair has been tied up in a ponytail, coming down to her lower back, with it swaying back and forth as she walks up to me.
"Hi there darling," she says, now standing in front of me, clippers in hand while placing her hand on her hip, cocking it to the side slightly. When I looked at her, I noticed how she almost was my height, only an inch or so shorter. "How have you been? You know, with all the stuff going on in the world."
"I-I've been well," I stammer, fighting against the urge to look down on her huge tits.
"That's great! Hey, you look strong. Could you help this lass out? You see, there's this large root in my garden, and I need it gone." Still standing there, almost frozen in place, I thought about her offer when a thought came to me.
"Maybe this is her way of payback for my peeping last week. If I do this, perhaps she'll forget about it." Looking at me with a questioning face, smiling with her full teeth on display I nod, before replying: "Yeah, of course I can. Or at least I'll try."
"Aww, thank you so much. Come! I'll show you where that pesky root is," Mrs. Colling says, turning around, my eyes were instantly drawn to her large ass. Her shorts are way too tight, her large ass really packed in her shorts, and I could see marks having formed from them pressing on her skin. Leading up to her small home garden, I could see a relatively thick dirt-covered root with a garden shovel lodged under it. "You see, that miserable little pox has been bugging me all day!"
"So, should I just grab and pull?" I said, squatting down next to the root, inspecting it haphazardly, taking quick glances of Mrs. Collin, her tall form standing beside me.
"Yes! And when you've pulled it a bit, I'll cut it. I need that space to plant, and it's just so much in the way." Mrs. Collin's voice carried a somewhat hopeless and alluring tone. Removing the garden shovel, I grabbed ahold of the root with my fist, giving it a gentle tug, feeling the resistance it gave. It must be lodged deep in the ground, so I positioned myself over it in a bent down position, both hands gripping around it.
I started to pull, the root popping out of the dirt, bit by bit. It fought against me, as I started to viciously yank it, but it wouldn't budge. But I kept at it, tugging and using all my strength to pull another two inches out of the ground. A burning sensation began to spread through my arms, shoulders and back, like lactic acid was setting fire to my muscles. Keeping a scream in, clenching my jaw as I fought through the pain, I felt how my muscles began bulging, expanding outwards in my arm. My back widened and shoulders grew larger, stretching my shirt as I gave one last pull, the pain too much to withstand, as the root end snapped in one of the ends.
With it snapping, the resistance instantly gave away, sending me stumbling backwards, falling to the ground. My upper body and arms all ached and burned, tears streaming down my face as I writhed in pain on the ground.
"Oh my God! John!" Mrs. Collin came rushing over to me, bending over me, her large tits on full display, trying to escape her top. "Are you-" was the last thing I heard, the pain being too much for me to handle. I was too tired, too exhausted, so there on the ground, staring up at Mrs. Collin's beautiful face, I passed out.
Sleep was welcomed, although I didn't dream of anything special, only drifting through an endless, comforting abyss.
"Oh! You're waking up!" I heard echoing around me, drawing me upwards. A pair of huge tits, mile long, met me as I ascended, freckles spread across them as stars, puffy nipples resembling distant planets. "John? John? Can you hear me?"
