Iris wrapped her hoodie more tightly around her face. Winter break had long since passed, and the semester was drawing closer to spring break. It was a lukewarm day, but still, she pulled her jacket close. It wasn't cold out, no, Iris pulled her jacket tightly around her because she was walking through the type of neighborhood that news reporters would describe as
urban.
Windows were boarded up, cars were coated with rust; far off in the distance an alarm was going off. Iris hurried up the sidewalk towards the fitness center, a much nicer looking building than the ones around it.
"Hi, welcome to Power Fitness!"
Iris approached the young man cautiously. She was dressed for a workout- sports bra and tank under her sweatshirt, tennis shoes, loose fitting sweatpants. And yet, her massive rear end bobbled with every step she took along the smooth tile. The receptionist was skinny and tall, dark skinned, wearing shorts and a loose t-shirt with STATE in big yellow letters stitched across it. He was seated at a desk situated on a raised platform, busily scribbling away at some paperwork.
Iris had to stand on her tiptoes to be eye level with the desktop. She knew doing so pushed her enormous backside out obscenely, but thankfully there was no one standing behind her. "Hi, I'm Iris! I wanted to sign up for your gym."
The boy looked up from his paperwork and grinned at her. No recognition flashed in his eyes, and Iris breathed a sigh of relief. On a number of occasions since the Tri-Pi Halloween party she'd been greeted by men on the street, and in businesses; with lecherous stares, outright catcalls, and worst of all, the occasional
moo.
"Are you sure, a University girl in State territory?"
Iris stared at him for a second, before she realized that her sweatshirt had the name of her school across the front, while here at this gym she was mere miles from the state college, one of their biggest rivals. She had planned it that way, of course, hoping to lower her chances of being recognized. Especially after getting an e-mail about how cheap the prices were.
"So, what made you want to sign up for our gym?"
Iris' mind blanked momentarily. She couldn't imagine a polite way to tell a complete stranger that she was tired of being an entire fraternity's personal fuck toy. That she hoped by shrinking her big, fat ass down to a more reasonable size the boys would grow tired of her and move on, and other men would start seeing her as more than a fat bottomed cock sleeve.
"Do I have to answer that?" She asked.
The boy chuckled. "It's a pretty boiler-plate questionnaire. The staff just wants to know what areas of fitness you'd like to focus on so they can match you up with the best trainer. You know, if you wanted to improve your cardio, build muscle mass, lose some weight; stuff like that."
My cardio's great from all the fucking I've been doing, and I've built plenty of mass in my giant butt thanks all the cum I've swallowed!
"Lose weight, I guess." She thought for a second. "A
lot
of weight."
The receptionist regarded Iris with a puzzled look on his face. "I probably shouldn't say this, since my whole job is based on signing up new clients, but why would a skinny young girl like you worry so much about her weight?"
Iris stared at the boy, feeling twice as confused as he looked. And then it struck her; from his vantage point, behind a desk on a raised platform, he could only see Iris' upper half. High cheekbones, narrow shoulders, average breasts, flat stomach, narrow waistline. He hadn't even looked up when Iris walked in. He had no idea that the slim-waisted, dark haired beauty was hiding a monstrous mutant butt.
Iris stood, rooted in place, frozen. Her china-white face burning a brilliant shade of vermillion. "I'm sorry," the clerk continued, oblivious. "I didn't mean to offend you. Are you okay?"
Even if Iris' mouth would have been able to form words, how could she have possibly explained to this young man that she was there to get rid of her humongous, cellulite riddled, badonkadonk? Deep down, a part of her brain politely informed her that she couldn't just stand there all day. Iris sighed. "Just, come around the desk."
The boy cocked an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
Iris sighed again. "Just, walk around the desk. You'll understand."
The boy hesitated, but he finally stood up from his seat, looking as confused as ever. Iris watched as he turned and took three steps down, swung open a small wooden gate, and finally stepped around the platform. The look on the young man's face quickly transformed from one of half confusion, half amusement, to one of absolute shock. His eyes burst open wide and he stopped dead in his tracks as he finally caught sight of Iris' monstrous rear end. Iris stared straight ahead and gritted her teeth, forcing herself not to tear up.
"Jesus Christ..." the young man muttered, seemingly forgetting that Iris was still within earshot. "Biggest fucking ass I've ever seen."
Iris shot the receptionist a look of pure malice. He gulped, and composed himself.
"I think I've got the perfect trainer for you!"
***
Opal Taylor, fat bottomed Iris' newly entrapped mother, strolled up the sidewalk to the Pi Pi Pi fraternity house. She was dressed plainly; subtle heels, slacks, a primly buttoned sunshine-colored blouse. And yet with every step her massive breasts bounced wildly.
While Iris had been cursed with a big, bulging, backside, her mother had been blessed with full, round, billowing, tits. But, despite their contrary curves, the Taylor women had one thing in common; continued growth long after puberty. Opal's chest, years after filling out her training bra, had simply kept growing with no sign of stopping. And, unfortunately for the elder Taylor woman, while Iris was still young, Opal had two decades on her daughter. Iris might have had a cartoonishly large backside, but Opal, with her extra years of growth, was sporting a brassiere that could fit a pair of fully inflated beach balls with room to spare.
Opal finally arrived at the front door of the fraternity house. She paused. Just by sending Opal pictures of her daughter's debasement, and threatening to release them to the public, the head of the fraternity had managed to manipulate Opal into sending him pictures of her breasts.
Udders,
he had called them,
udders.
She shuddered to think of what else he could coerce her to do now that they were meeting in person. But, deep down, she knew she had to do something, anything, to try to wrestle her daughter free of these young men's grasps. She sighed, and knocked on the door.
A tall, broad shouldered young man opened the door with a wide grin on his face. He leered unabashedly at Opal's huge, heaving, breasts. "You must be Iris' mom! Come on in! Jack's been expecting you!"
Opal frowned. She tried to walk past the man but his hulking frame was blocking the doorway. In her effort to squeeze through, one of Opal's immense breasts squashed against the young man's arm. By the wicked grin on his face, she could tell it wasn't an accident.
The young man lifted his arm to point up the stairs, using the motion as an excuse to press against Opal's bulging tit again. "Right up there. You can't miss it."
