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Another two hours of driving had left the boys exhausted from the monotony. After a while, they had resorted to a game of I Spy, but after eight rounds of the same three answers -- 'Tree, Road, Asshole', they had even given up on that.
When at last the treeline broke, and they saw a massive building ahead, they collectively cheered. It was short lived, however, as this was just the parking venue and park-owned hotel. Still, they were close, and their long journey was nearly at an end. The sight of yet another massive-breasted sign which simply said 'You're so close, baby!' was enough to keep them going.
The car park stretched some ways in all directions, and they drove past a scant few dozen cars before Mike chose a parking space seemingly arbitrarily. As Jake stepped out, stretching reflexively, he looked out at the vast rows of empty parking spaces beyond them, wondering why so much of it was empty. Why had no one parked in an emptier spot? It was a bit further away from the building, obviously, but it was odd nonetheless. Were there no paranoid drivers worried about getting doors scratched or mirrors knocked while leaving their car there for a few days?
As he scanned the area, he saw a tow truck approaching with a car on the rear. As it passed them, the woman driving leaned out of the window and smiled at them, blowing a kiss. The others laughed and waved back, happy just to see any evidence they were in the right place.
"See you at the park, boys!" she called back to them, waving idly. Trailing behind the tow truck was a blue car not too much unlike the one they had just driven here in.
The rest grabbed their bags as Jake watched the car being towed away, feeling a little dumbstruck, until one of them slapped him boyishly on the shoulder and -- rubbing the pain away -- he followed suit. Their bags, now loaded with everything they had bought -- albeit unsure how much they had paid, nor what the final price of their trip would be -- weighed them down as they made for the hotel-cum-welcome centre.
It was, in fact, that and much more. As soon as the door closed behind the boys, two women, who once again towered over the five lads with mind-boggling busts and thighs thicker than any guy's torso, snatched two of the lads in flowery boas and tugged them face-first into their chests.
"Welcome, boys!" came a cry as a half dozen women jiggled massive, naked breasts, sauntering their way.
"Mary-lou called ahead from the station and told us you were coming, so we decided to throw you a welcoming party!" said the woman behind the check-in desk, wearing a low-cut business blazer, not even buttoned up, and nothing else.
Rictus grins were painted on the boys faces as they were ushered inside, and each was swiftly deprived of their luggage and dignity in short order. Each was handed a beer, taken to a comfortable chair just far enough apart from each other to make talking to each other impossible, and were thoroughly overwhelmed in more ways than one.
"Now boys, drink up, rule 1 at Venus Park -- no one has a bad time!" said Veronica, the crimson-business jacketed bimbo who introduced herself in short order.
"But, uh, I'm tee-total..." Richard offered, eyeing the bottle which lacked any kind of label. The girls laughed at that, and Richard looked for a moment a bit put off.
"Richard M Swaim, born 1993, blood type B positive, we know everything there is to know about you! Remember? All the girls at the park will know to only give you non-alcoholic beverages when they scan you, just like that one in your hand."
Richard smiled at that and the girls cheered, before his brow furrowed once more, "Wait, but, I didn't tell you I-" was all he managed to get out before each of the boys had their faces thoroughly buried in tits by the nude girls who were now sitting practically on top of them on their plush chaises, drowning out whatever it was he had to say. Each boy found himself being bottle-fed, literally, as one or several girls took turns fawning over them.
The beer was great, Jake wasn't normally a beer guy but it was smooth and exactly what he needed after over five hours of driving. However, Jake could already tell it was quite strong. This was nothing you bought off the shelves. Having finished his first drink much faster than he normally would when a beautiful woman was practically pinning his arms to his sides and barely giving him a chance to rest between sips, she simply pulled out another from beside the chair and kept going.
"Now boys, we just have to go through a few things..." sighed Veronica in the practiced, bored tone of a flight attendant doing their 10,000th safety briefing, "While at Venus Park, you will be under observation at all times for the safety and wellbeing of our staff..."
She paused as she was strolling around them, five clipboards in her hands, and looked at them.
"Not to worry, we know you guys will be on your best behaviour." she said sweetly, and continued to lazily stroll past them, even as the boys were swiftly being distracted by caressing fingers and idle kisses.
"You must sign the following waiver within which all the rights vested in you by the state are forfeited for the purposes of respecting Venus Park's sovereignty..." she drolled on, stretching her arms out to deliberately expose her massive breasts as her tiny business jacket was swiftly overpowered by the unstoppable tidal wave of tits that spilled out.
The boys merely gawked, struggling to even hear her words over the soft coos of delight as angelic women were taking greater and greater liberties with their progressively less-clothed bodies.
"Upon signing you acknowledge that Venus Park and its associates become sole benefactors of your estate, and retain rights over your legal and medical status, in essence obtaining power of attorney and next of kin over you..." she said, and turned to see all five boys thoroughly bewitched by their loving hosts.
"Wonderful..." she said softly, licking her lips, and began to hand out the clipboards.
"Just sign these, and we will make sure you boys are treated to the time of your lives... for as long as you're here."
Each of the boys suddenly felt what appeared to be a small book, easily 100 pages in length, of legal documentation dumped in their laps. Jake managed, at length, to wrestle his arms free of the two buxom maidens at either side of him, who seemed determined to have him touching them rather than the paperwork, and began to peruse the front page. When he tried to lift the page over, however, he found the pages practically glued together.
"Just a formality!" Veronica said with a syrupy sweet voice, inches from his face, and Jake was a little alarmed at how such a massive woman had managed to close with without his notice. "While you're here we need to be able to respond in an emergency, we're quite a way from civilization out here, after all..."
That did, at least, make some sense to Jake, although even a horny mid-20s guy knew that legal documentation was supposed to be easily legible, as he tried to pry the pages apart subtly.
"And besides," Veronica said, her voice suddenly deep and sultry, as her hands came to rest on his knees and ran up his thighs, pushing them apart, "as you might have guessed, we have to take a couple of liberties with the law to get away with some of our... conduct."
Her breath was fogging the air between herself and Jake as he felt his cock practically demanding that he drop the 'stupid fucking paper' and grab 'those fucking tits'.
"You do need to sign... though..." she said at last, and pulled a pen out from between her tits which, given the lack of a bra, spoke to Jake about just how firm they must be that it needed no help to stay stuck between them. He wondered fairly obviously how it would feel to have something else stuck in there instead...
Eyeing the pen as if he was signing his life away, which in fact, based on what snatches of her words he had heard during her monotonous speech, he practically was, Jake was just about to reach for it when a voice rose up.
"C-can I... I need to read this first."
Kyle, their fifth compatriot, stuttered out even as they could hear caressing hands surely-not-trying-to-silence-him.
Veronica smiled sweetly and stood, handing Jake the pen a little firmer than she had to.
"Of course, if you really want to read all that boring paperwork rather than spend time with us..." she said, with pouty mock-disappointment, "then we'll take you to your room."
She snapped her fingers, and simply said "Girls, take him away." At that, four women materialized around Kyle and were collecting his things, escorting him off somewhere, although his feet never seemed to touch the ground as they did so.
The boys laughed, perhaps a little more than they needed to to reassure themselves, at what they were almost sure was just a harmless dramatic move. Each boy was delicately convinced to stop trying to look over the much-too-tall chaise chairs behind them to see where Kyle was being taken by hands that pressed them back into the cushioning of the chair, or into the cushioning of massive breasts and thighs.
One by one, each was thoroughly massaged and groomed as wandering hands began to tease and stroke their hardening cocks through much-loosened clothing, and was convinced to sign the documentation which they could no longer read, either due to their vision swimming from a mix of hormonal desire and alcohol, which seemed to be in unending supply, or because their vision was quite literally blocked by the jiggling breasts or thighs of voluptuous, venusian women. Even so, they seemed quite content with the signatures they received, however scrawled they may be.
"Right!" Veronica said cheerily, "I can tell you boys are awfully tired... I think each of you is in need of some rest. I wonder if our girls here might be able to help you... get to sleep."
With that, each of the boys was shanghai'd like Kyle before them, albeit a bit less forcefully, being escorted along the halls as if they were new prisoners being shown to their cells by the most beautiful of prison wardens. They were immediately taken into a massive cargo elevator, large enough for all ten massive women and their five grinning male 'guests'.
After that, Jake heard, rather than saw, first Mike, then Richard, letting out startled cries as they were taken away down different hallways behind him. Cries which were swiftly drowned in a sea of moans, giggles, and bountiful breasts.
"Your friend says good night!" came a cry as the two girls escorting him jostled their breasts against his cheeks encouragingly, seemingly able to carry both his bags and him aloft without issue.
