There And Back - Prologue
I played football and wrestled in high school. In college, I tried both and failed because in high school I was bigger than everyone and I never had to work hard to be a star. So, I never learned to work for success. I was me and I didn't work for success, I deserved to dominate!
And I figured it was supposed to happen that one of the finest looking girls in school latched on to me. We married right out of high school and she started running up our credit cards. She kept telling me that we'd pay them off when I signed my professional football contract. She thought she deserved success as well.
It took me years to discover my problem when someone quoted Joseph Addison to me. Addison said, "Riches are apt to betray a man into arrogance."
And that for sure was me. I was rich in physical talent and I was arrogant enough to think that since I was a better athlete than everyone else in high school, I would always be. So, after I flunked out of college in the middle of my second year, you would have thought that I would have woken up and smelled the donuts.
Well, I smelled the donuts alright and I ate them. I ate everything I could get my hands on. I quit working out. I didn't even go hunting with my dad anymore, something he really got on me about.
I had ballooned from a tight 6'4" 265 pounds to a very wobbly 6'4" 385 pounds. By the time I walked in on my wife fucking another guy, my belly entered the room three minutes before my body. The problem was that in my mind I was still that tight 265 pound athlete.
My wife's lover put short shrift to that when I grabbed him and pulled him out of her, he spun around and hit me in my big, soft belly. Then he beat the living shit out of me. I don't know when I went unconscious. But I do remember a lot of pain and the taste of blood.
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There and Back - Chapter One
I woke up in a small, strange room. The ceiling was close enough that I thought I could have touched it when I stood. The walls were fairly near to the bed I felt myself lying on.
The room was round and the walls were made of some sort of soft, brown, woven wood. I didn't move right away but looked around and took in all I could of my surroundings. Wherever I was it must have been a farm or something because the air smelled clean and fresh, except for that odor of farm animals, and there was a clear blue sky to be seen outside through the one window in the room.
I heard footsteps approaching and decided to play dead. I closed my eyes and lay still. The footsteps came closer and then I felt a warm wet cloth washing my face. I was about to speak when I felt something soft and warm push between my lips. Suddenly a rich tasting, warm, liquid sprayed into my mouth. It surprised the hell out of me and I involuntarily blew the liquid out of my nose while I jerked straight up in the bed I was in.
The other person in the room was a small old, fat, highly unattractive, woman and she had a huge, bare tit in her hands. The huge nipple was leaking milk and she was trying to place it back onto the bra-like thing she was wearing. It was designed to hold her large, literally watermelon-sized, breasts in place. I noted that the contraption was dearly needed as she ran screaming through the rooms door.
Soon the small space I was lying in was full of people.
I lay there staring into the faces of a group that looked very different from me. First, the tallest of the men was maybe five feet tall. The shortest maybe four feet tall. All the males wore swords and short knives. All of the females had huge, and I do mean huge, breasts and carried at least one knife, although how they could find them under their massive bosoms I couldn't imagine.
The female's immense, bare, breasts seemed to be held up with the same shelf-like, bra-like, contraption that the old woman was wearing. It appeared to be made out of leather and wood.
One of the older males, who I assumed was some sort of leader, stepped out in front of the group and spoke to me in a language that I'd never heard. I'd heard all sorts of accents in college. The parties I went to drew kids from all over campus and those kids were from all over the world. But this sounded like nothing I'd ever heard.
I figured in his curious sounding voice that he was asking who I was, I think. His tone was high pitched and slightly nasal. All I could do in response was smile and hold my hands out and shake my head back and forth to try and sign that I didn't understand. At last, he stopped talking and looked at me like he had an idea.
He pointed to himself and said something that sounded like, "Brugga". Then he pointed at me. I smiled, pointed at myself, and because of the milk still in my sinuses I coughed in the middle of saying my name. I'd inadvertently paused between the "Pa" and the 'ul". He smiled, nodded, and said "Pa-ul", his tone and phrasing exactly matching my own.
Before I could correct him he made a sign like he wanted me to come with him. So, I slowly sat up on the bed and stooping so I wouldn't hit my head on the ceiling followed Brugga. Everyone crowded into the small room quickly cleared out through the small door. I found that I actually had to get on my hands and knees to easily exit and follow the small people through the small door.
Outside, I stood to my full six-feet four-inches tall and heard gasps from the crowd. That was when I realized that I was naked and my penis was almost the size of some of the children. It was also just at the eye level of most of the females.
Looking around I spied a rug on the floor back in the room I'd just exited. Reaching back into the room, I picked it up and wrapped it around myself trying to recover some modesty. There was a rope hanging on a peg just outside the door and taking it down, I wrapped the rope around the rug and myself. That managed to allow the rug to cover me front and back like a skirt.
Once we had all restored our composure, I noticed that there wasn't a single person among the crowd who was taller than my armpit. There was a lot of mumbling and talking. There was some whispering and some pointing. I looked beyond the crowd, scanning the area around me, and found that I was outside a small circular building that seemed to be part of a ring of similar buildings comprising this village.
Some of the buildings were shorter than me. Each building seemed to have a sign on it. As I looked around, the old woman who had been trying to squirt breast milk into my mouth came back and spoke to Brugga excitedly. Soon others joined in the conversation and Brugga seemed to be trying to calm them all down to the point that I was being ignored like the proverbial gorilla in the room.
While that kerfuffle was going on I decided to take advantage of the situation and move away from the crowd and take a careful walk around this village. I was greeted with either horrified or astonished expressions. Many of the small people ran away. Some of the children, especially the boys, seemed unafraid and intrigued at the huge visage intruding into their quiet lives.
I walked out of the village along what looked like the main street. At the outskirts I turned and walked around the perimeter of what I was now thinking of as a charming village. I could stand to live in this place. What the hell was I thinking? I didn't even know where this place was.
When I finished my walk around the village and had returned to my starting point, I stopped and decided that walking through the village again would be too disruptive to the residents. I sat down under a nearby stand of tall, dense, trees that could supply shade when I was sitting. I sat there and tried to bring back memories of what and where I was before waking up here. As I was immersed in those thoughts, Brugga approached me carefully.
He bowed and spoke to me. After a bit he stopped, realizing the futility of his end of the conversation. Then he pointed to himself again and said, "Brugga" and then he pointed at me. I smiled broadly at this repeated step in communication.
I pointed to myself and said, "Paul" and for some reason, I coughed again, half-way through the word! He looked at me and made the "P" sound a few times with his lips and then said "Pa-ul" with a very exaggerated "Pa" and a pause before the "ul". I smiled and accepted that I had given my name a new pronunciation.
I waved my hands, pointing out the village and he wrinkled his brows. I pointed to myself and said "Pa-ul", then at him and said "Brugga". Then I waved my arms in a sweeping motion towards the village, before he figured out that I was looking for the name of the village.
His face expressed understanding and he quickly said, "Frotraloesh". I tried to pronounce it and failed. He said the word again, slowly this time and broken by syllables.
"Fro-tra'-lo-esh."
I slowly repeated "Frotraloesh" and he smiled and nodded. One of the females, another with garishly huge breasts, and hair that was a medium shade of rust, slowly approached Brugga and spoke to him. He looked at me and then back to the female. He spoke and pointed back to the village, at which the female made some argumentative gestures and walked past him and towards me. He tried to pull her back but she yanked her arm away from him.
She got closer to me and I could tell that she was scared out of her mind and yet she had the courage to press on. Admirable, I thought. She walked up to me and since I was sitting we were almost on an eye to eye level. She spoke to me. Her voice was gentle and very high pitched. The only thing I could equate it to from my experience was that her voice sounded like silver bells.
Each word she spoke was clear and had an inflection to it. Brugga was standing back watching intently. At that point the inflection in her voice changed and she stopped talking. After a long silence she spoke again with the same different inflection. I pursed my lips and shrugged my shoulders. She opened her mouth and pointed to it. Then she pointed at my mouth.
Then the weirdest thing happened. She undid the very heavy duty rig that held her immense breasts in place and let loose her left breast. The big nipple seemed excited and the girl smiled and using two hands she lifted the huge breast to her face and took the nipple into her mouth and drew deep. When she was done she opened her mouth, showing the white content and swallowed. Looking at me, her expression changed to one of command. She lifted the left breast with both hands and offered the nipple to me.
BINGO! She was wanting to feed me. Then thinking back to the old woman in the small room, I think I began to get it. I quickly stood and held out two hands palms towards her trying to get her to wait where she was. She must have understood because she didn't move. Instead, as I walked away, she put the nipple back into her own mouth and sucked on it like a scholar might suck on his pipe.
I quickly ran towards each side of the village and then I ran back to the female. I sat back under the trees and signed for the girl to approach. I pointed to myself and said, "Paul". She smiled and pointed to herself and said, "Izabe". I repeated back to her "Eye-za-bee" and she nodded, smiled, and moved to me with her hands, again, extending her breast to me.
I leaned forward a bit and took the erect nipple into my mouth and suckled for a few seconds. The liquid that came out was rich and just barely sweet. As I swallowed it, I felt warm and filling. After three more draws, I released the nipple and smiled. Izabe pointed to my mouth and then at her own making a wiping motion. I reached to the side of my face and found the offending few drops and wiped them away.
Then I felt really sleepy. My head was feeling very light and I leaned back against the tree trunks and immediately fell asleep.
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I woke to the sound of high-pitched voices. When I opened my eyes, the three females standing there backed up suddenly. One was Izabe, her hair still a not light or dark shade of rust. Of the other two, one had hair that was what I would call a medium green color. The third girl's hair was a rich blue that reminded me of the sky on a bright summer day.
I looked at the three and sat back up before standing and stretching. I felt the overwhelming need to relieve myself. I looked around for a spot and then walked around behind the small stand of trees. I lifted the front of the rug I wore and began to piss. It seemed like days since I had relieved myself and I let out what felt like gallons of urine.
When I was done, I shook it and lowered the rug, turning to see Izabe and the other two females standing there in abject shock. I guess they'd never seen a man's penis before or at least not the penis of a man of my stature.
