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Laura's Moment

By: cottonballs



Laura opened her eyes to the bright light of a sunny spring day. The early morning rays warmed her face through the thin flowery curtains of her bedroom. She stretched and reached over to the small side table to get her watch. 7:00 am, time to get up and make the day begin. But five more minutes she thought, five more minutes of me time. She smiled, her hand slipped down her body and under her thin slip and she laid back and closed her eyes again.

Laura had only moved into her new house two months ago. It was, as so many are, just an 'average' small house on a typical housing development in pretty much 'anytown'. It was Laura's first house and it had taken a good few years for her to save enough money for the deposit and rise enough in her job to be able to afford the mortgage.

At 33 she was single and had been single for the majority of her adult life. There had been the odd man from time to time, but none had stayed around long enough to be anything other than a passing dalliance. She had enjoyed the intimacy, she had enjoyed the company and the pleasures of doing things together, but none had given her any reason to think long term commitment.

07:20 it had been a long five minutes, but the pleasure of her orgasm had been worth the slight delay to the start of her day. Sliding out of the duvet, she put on her furry slippers and walked downstairs.

A while later Laura was ready for work. She looked at her self in the hall mirror. Her suit was smart, a charcoal wool outfit with a pale cream blouse and slight heels. Laura dressed conservatively and to cover her bust and her bottom. Her bottom, it was the one thing about her body that she was very conscious of. It was too big and she did not like the fact she was 'bottom heavy'.

As a teenager, it had not been too big, but a decade of a job mostly spent sitting down had not helped it remain ideal. To her friends she would describe it as the "JLo arse" and laugh, but truth be said, she really did not like it and did her best to hide it. Laura combed her light brown hair, applied just a touch of a discrete lipstick and left the house for work.

The walk to the office was something Laura enjoyed - well enjoyed on fine days like today when the plants were blooming and the air had just a hint of warmth about it. She turned the corner to the estate and saw, standing at the bus stop a solitary figure waiting for the bus. She smiled as she walked past and the woman gave a friendly warm smile in acknowledgement.

The day passed quickly and in what seemed like no time at all, she was walking home again. Her now usual route normally took about half an hour at a brisk pace, but today was a day more to amble home and take some of the quieter streets to avoid the bustle and the noise of the main roads and more importantly for Laura, to take in the fresh sights of Spring, her favourite season.

Ahead of her, carrying some shopping in carrier bags, she saw the woman from the morning. Both her hands were full and she seemed to be struggling carrying everything. Laura thought it would be nice to help.

"Hello, can I give you a hand?"

The woman looked at her and then in a moment of recognition replied,

"Yes please, that would be lovely. I always buy more than I can carry - tummy bigger than eyes is me - always been my trouble. Can you take these two?"

She laughed in an easy manner, and Laura laughed to and she took the two bags from the woman.

"Oh I'm the same, I always seem to buy more than I can carry."

"Thank you for helping, it's much appreciated."

"Not a problem, no worries. You can't live that far from me and it's no hardship helping and carrying a few bags."

The woman looked at her and smiled. Laura felt a tingling in her stomach.

"I haven't seen you around the estate much, are you new here?"

"Yes, I only moved in a few weeks ago. It's a nice area - I like it."

"Yes, it's quite quiet actually. I live in one of the cul-de-sacs and it's lovely and peaceful and most people are happy just to leave you alone and get on with their own lives."

Laura took a sideways glance at her.

"I'm Laura by the way, nice to meet you. In fact, you are the first person on the estate I've actually spoken to."

"Angela. Nice to meet you Laura, oh and welcome to Chestnut Windmills."

"Thank you Angela, I always thought that was a funny name for an estate." 

"Well, once upon a time there were Windmills at the top of the main road in and there are a few Chestnut trees left - though the developers did dig half of them up to build the damned thing!"

Laura laughed again. She was quite enjoying Angela's easy company and by now they were getting close to the estate.

"You don't have to help me to my door Laura, I will be fine."

"Not at all, really, I am delighted to help. To be honest, I'm enjoying your company."

They walked together for another few minutes until they got to Angela's door. 

"Thanks for helping - would you like to come in for a cup of tea or coffee?"

"No, I'm fine, that's kind of you to ask, but I'm fine really."

"No, I insist. The least I can do is offer you a cup of something for being so helpful."

Angela smiled at Laura and for the first time Laura looked at her face properly. Angela was about 55, maybe closer to 60. She had blond hair, a sweet smile and a friendly open demeanor. Laura also could not help but notice now that Angela also had an enormous bust. It was huge. Angela had been wearing a long Mac type coat and it had hidden most of her shape. Angela was wearing a teal dress, though very stylish, did nothing to hide the fact she was also quite obviously very overweight. Laura did think that her weight did not really show on her face as much as it does with some larger people. 

Angela opened the front door and they stepped in to her house.

"Just leave the shopping by the door, i"ll put it away later. Go sit down in the living room - tea or coffee? milk? sugar?"

"Tea please, no sugar, I'm watching my weight."

The last part just seemed to slip out without thinking. Laura felt so embarrassed and hoped she hadn't caused offence.

Angela replied, calling from the kitchen,

"I stopped worrying about that years ago."

She returned, with a tray carrying two mugs of tea and a tray of assorted biscuits.

"Here, just dig in, help your self."

"Thanks Angela. Umm, biscuits are my weakness, very moorish."

Angela had sat down at the other end of the sofa and was happily dunking her biscuits in to a cup of tea. Laura looked around the room. It was pretty enough, tastefully decorated in pastels; understated, calming and elegant in it's way.

"You have a lovely home Angela, it's really cosy."

"Thank you. I like it. I"m not a big collector of things and as there's only me, I have not tended to have gathered too much junk and stuff along the way."

There was something about Angela that Laura found very sweet and charming. Laura could not place her finger on it. She had been very welcoming and.. That was it; there was no pretence about her. Laura liked that. She liked the fact that Angela seemed very much to be a "what you see is what you get" kind of person. They spoke in idle chit chat for half an hour and the more they talked, the more Laura found her self liking Angela's easy way and charming, almost sensual smile. 

After the tea was drunk and the biscuits eaten, Laura made a move to leave.

"Thank you Angela, that was lovely but I think it's time I was going."

Angela nodded, smiled yet another beaming smile and attempted to rise from the sofa. It seemed to take her some effort that Laura noticed.

"Are you OK Angela?"

"Yes, I'm fine Laura, it's just that lugging these around is hard on the knees."

She'd clasped her hands to her bosom and signed slightly.

"Too much weight really, I'm too big and they get in the way. It's not fun being my age and so big."

Laura looked at Angela, not knowing quite what to say. She thought it best to come out with what she was thinking.

"You're not that old Angela, but yes, they are indeed quite a pair."

"I know, me and them go way back. We've had a lot of fun along the way, but that's all a long time ago now. They're just baggage now."

Laura laughed awkwardly and then to cover the moment said,

"Funny, I'm reminded of the words of a song "use your body in every way you can", or something like that. Anyway, nice meeting you Angela, we should meet up again for tea."

"Yes that would be nice Laura. Thanks again for your help."

As Laura put her coat on, Angela was standing behind her and though Laura had her back to her, she felt very conscious of Angela looking at her, almost studying her. It made Laura feel very self conscious. She turned to face her.

"Thanks again for the tea Angela."

"Thanks for your help. Bye Laura." 

"Bye Angela."

Laura turned and stepped out of Angela's home. She was smiling at the unexpectedness of the meeting and the pleasantries that had followed. As she turned the corner she glanced back over her shoulder and was sure she saw the shadow of Angela standing by the living room curtains. A trick of the light Laura thought as she walked the few streets home thinking about Angela.

It was nice to talk to someone new and she seemed a friendly sort. Laura also thought that it must be hard to carry around such a heavy bust and being so overweight must be hard on the knees. She felt a moment of empathy for her. Laura had a DD bust her self and finding suitable office clothing was at times a challenge - even more so to wear something attractive but without being revealing, or worse, frumpy. As she turned the corner to her quiet road she put thoughts of Angela to the back of her mind and thought of diner. The chicken casserole she had taken from the freezer before she left in the morning was a most welcoming thought. That, a few small potatoes and a salad would do her fine. The walk through the setting sun had been a little chilly and the sky was clouding over. It looked like it was going to rain.

Rain... well that was an understatement. The next morning the wind was howling and the rain lashing her bedroom windows. Laura woke before the alarm clock had gone off and she lay their quietly enjoying the warmth of her winter duvet.

Half asleep her left hand slipped down to touch her nipple. She lay on her right side and slowly she pulled her knees upwards into the fetal position. She squeezed her left nipple harder and felt the tingling sensation begin between her legs. With one leg gently moving on top of the other, Laura aroused herself and then, when the moment felt good, she moved her left hand to her bottom and started squeezing her left cheek very hard.

Laura loved to feel the sensation of her nails digging in to her flesh as she orgasmed. She rolled on to her back, her left hand held underneath her, and her right hand slipped between her legs into her depths of her pubic hair and to her clitoris. Slowly she tweaked her favorite spot, occasionally dipping her fingers into her vagina to draw the wetness up to her clitoris. Her orgasm was deep and intense, made more so by the nails that dug hard into her left cheek. She let out soft murmurings and then, when her orgasm abated, she returned to her side.

The intense feeling made by digging her nails into her bottom were been replaced by a dull ache of pain, overlaid by a stinging sensation when she rubbed her fingers over the slightly torn skin. It felt slightly wet - she had dug so hard she had broken the skin deep enough to draw forth plasma. As she rubbed her bottom she chided herself a little for being too vigorous, but then as she lay there in post orgasmic endorphin haze, rubbing her bruised flesh, her fingers slipped lower to the opening of her bottom. 

Laura had always enjoyed the sensations of her bottom. From being a young teen, she had discovered a certain pleasure in touching it when she masturbated. Over the years she had explored a little with her partners this aspect of her sexual side, but never anything more than caressing the entrance to her rosebud with a fingertip

Alone though, it was different. As she touched her bottom this particular morning, her mind drifted back to thoughts of Angela. For a moment she wondered what it would be like to see Angela's naked body.

What would her breasts feel like? What would she look like with no clothes? Her fingers dug deeper into her rear opening, her thoughts becoming more erotic. What would it be like to hold them? I wonder if she touches herself? What did she mean when she said she used to have fun? 

The fingers dug deeper into her bottom forcing apart her tight opening, reaching for what lay within. Laura started to feel the sensations of an intense orgasm building from within her. She pushed against the invading fingers trying to expel them whilst her hand reached down and tugged at her pubic hair. The conflicting sensations of contracting muscles and pulled skin and heavily tugged hair gave her the most intense orgasm Laura had experienced in a long time.

She rolled on her back, kicked the duvet of the bed and lay there, legs spread open, fingers still deep inside her bottom and her hand rubbing furiously over her now sodden pubic thatch. She pushed all her fingers deep into her vagina, rubbing harder and more vigorously than before and then, when she though she could take no more, there came a shuddering orgasm that had her spilling her wetness over the sheet. 

She withdrew the fingers from her bottom and holding them in front of her face, she studied them. They had been made slick by the juices of her vagina and darkened by the more musky contents of her rectum and then, closing her eyes, she put her fingers into her mouth and sucked them.

The taste was all Laura; a mixture of flavours, all different, all familiar and all to her liking. She felt dirty, depraved, wanton and full of self centered lust. It was her moment of utter self indulgence and one that, with the recent stresses of house moves and such like, had not been experienced for a few months. Laura lay there for a few moments longer, then almost reluctantly got up to get ready for work. She took a rearwards look at her bottom in the full length wardrobe mirror. Still to fat she said to herself and now, complete with nail scratches and deep red raw nail indentations.

"So what, who"s to know?"

She said to herself as she walked to the shower. She left the duvet on the floor and the waste smeared sheets to dry. As she walked to the shower, she felt rather slutty and rather pleased with herself. For once, she felt quite good about her big bottom, that something she did not like about her self, could at least give her intense dirty pleasure.

But that moment did not last long as Laura was overcome with a wave of self loathing and disgust at her behaviour. She stood in the shower, tears running down her face; forever in conflict at the inner torment she felt when ever she touched her bottom and had as she called them, "those fantasies." The stinging from the nail scratches and the dull ache of her bruised bottom compounded her sense of feeling very dirty and abnormal. The strong taste in her mouth could not be disguised by mouthfuls of water swilled from the shower.

After a long shower and a hastily grabbed breakfast, Laura got herself ready for work. Her morning's orgasmic pleasure had been overlaid by a sense of deep gloom, made worse by the stormy day. She dressed in a hurry, fought with her clothing and then finally, when she was in a "fit state for work", she stood at the hallway mirror and looked at herself.

She felt so confused. Her morning's fantasy had been particularly vivid and obscene and she had enjoyed it immensely. Yet, it caused her great conflict. Standing at the mirror, rain lashing at the door and wind howling she opened her mouth, poked her tongue out and imagined something hot sliding slowly down her throat.

She did not wait for the other side of her mind to show its objection. She grabbed her car keys, slammed the door and walked out into the spring gale. 

Laura had decided that it was too miserable and stormy to walk so instead she took her little car. She looked to see if Angela was at the bus stop and was a little disappointed to see no one waiting there. The drive to work took about twenty five minutes - much slower than normal because the rain meant more people on the roads than a sunny day. Laura, for the most part, enjoyed her job.

As a buildings facilitator there was always plenty to do and more than enough to keep her busy. She was strict about her lunch hour though and always made time to break her day with a meal. She worked for a medium sized company on a shiny new business park - the sort with fake fountains, slate standing stones and ornamental ponds. On sunny days she would go and sit on the benches near one of these fountains and eat her sandwiches. 

Mostly her job was straight forward, but from time to time she had to deal with annoying situations and irritating peoples. Her colleagues were mostly the IT sort and far from the perceived stereotype of "geeky", were an interesting bunch who were quite happy to talk about their hobbies and lives. Though a young company, it was one that employed peoples across all the age bands and it made for a balanced and friendly place to work. Laura felt that she one of the quiet ones. It wasn't that she kept her self to her self, it was more that she felt at times she did not do that much outside of work.

Lunch that day was taken in a dry canteen rather than huddled on a sodden bench. She sat with her colleagues and listened to their conversations and joined in where she could, but Laura was distracted. When ever the conversations paused, her mind drifted back to thoughts of Angela. Laura had never really been interested in women in a sexual way before, but for the first time, when she thought about a woman, when she thought about Angela, she felt herself become aroused.

It was a strange kind of feeling and one that surprised her. For not only was Laura sexually aroused by thoughts of Angela, she also felt real butterflies in her stomach at just saying her name in her head.

Laura needed to pee. She made her excuses and went to the toilet. Of the four cubicles, two were empty and one had tape over it indicating it was out of use. Laura chose the cubicle furthest from the door, "her" cubicle, the one she always used in this building. She lowered her skirt and her panties and sat down. The cold seat stung on her scratch marks from her early morning activities and she shifted her weight on to her right buttock. Laura had waited too long and the sensation from emptying her bladder was more one of intense relief than anything else.

She let out a slight groan and then, wiping herself she got up. As she pulled her underwear up, she felt the gusset rub against her clitoris and she felt the arousal in her body reach the point where she needed to do something about it. So there, in that, her favorite closet, for the first time ever at work, she masturbated. 

She held her breath and quickly, as time was pressing and her lunch hour almost over, she brought herself to a sudden and intense orgasm. Her legs spasmed, the long muscles of her legs fluttering as her fingers rubbed her clitoris hard and then just after the moment of orgasm she called out ever so quietly the name of her dirtiest fantasy; Angela.

Laura quickly wiped the wetness from her labia, pulled her panties and skirt up went to wash her hands. She walked back to her desk, her sexual tension for now abated, but her thoughts very much obsessing on this woman, who less than 24 hours before was a complete stranger. She thought how ridiculous this was. I'm not a lesbian, I don't fancy women, I never have, so what is it with this woman that has me so turned on? Laura had never been infatuated before - there had never been a "school girl" crush or obsession, but Laura felt something new and something different and it quite worried her. 


Laura's Moment Ch. 02



Laura opened her eyes slowly, allowing them to become accustomed to the bright spring sunshine streaming through the pale gold curtains of the bedroom. The bed, unknown until a few hours before was gently supportive and warm. The room was slightly too hot for her liking and the duvet had been pushed down so that it covered only her legs. She lay there for a few moments gathering her thoughts, taking in all that had happened to her the previous night.

She turned her head to one side to look at Angela snoring gently next to her. The duvet covered only her legs and Laura was for the first time able to take a good look at her. Angela did indeed have slim ankles and calves that formed into dimpled thighs. For her size they were disproportionately thin, but the distribution of weight was clearly made towards her bottom and tummy. Her stomach was large with several heavy rolls of fat that stretched down to touch the bed. She could not see her pubic region as it was buried in the folds and masked by the semi foetal position adopted by Angela. Her breasts were indeed huge. The skin was still tight and stretched and the one nipple she could see was wide with an areola large and pale pink complete with bumps and a few fine hairs.

Laura studied Angela's face in close detail. She looked remarkably young with just a small web of fine lines around her eyes and several deeper vertical creases to mark the passing of the years. Angela's mouth was pretty and sensual with lips slightly thin and matched by a nose straight and in proportion. Laura noted to that her hair was not dyed and carried the tell-tale streaks of a woman passing into the later years of her life.

Laura studied her for a few moments.

She thought to her self how she could not believe that this woman had eaten from her body so willingly. How had Angela known Laura's needs? Laura's mind went back to the events of the night before and how Angela had known how to speak to her in just the way she needed. Her mind drifted to the sensations of how it felt to relieve her self and the intense, almost head-aching sensations that went with knowing what she was doing was her deepest almost profound need, now sated.

Minutes past quickly as she reflecting on previous relationships -- what few there had been and how she had shied away from anyone really touching her bottom. So much finally began to make sense; the reasons for not really getting too involved for fear that if once she started, she would not have been able to stop herself. Moreover none of her partners had felt right to go down that path with. I mean, how can you tell someone that your deepest fantasy is to want to defecate into their mouths and have the same thing done to you? How do you tell someone that "actually, it's not a sex thing, it's a mind thing and a profound 'need thing' ".

She wriggled slightly and her right hand moved down her belly folds to rest in the warm flesh between her legs, her finger tips just touching her pubic hair. She stroked her mons -- an act of self comforting as her mind drifted to her darker needs, she had in effect been consuming her own body waste for over fifteen years now. The first time she had felt sick, both physically and mentally, but over time she had gotten used to the textures and the flavours and her mind had, for the most part found many ways to overcome her complex thoughts of revulsion. 

It had always been a 'heat of the moment act' and one that for so many years had been coupled with the need to then hurt her self afterwards by gouging her body deeply in punishment. At times she had felt unbearable shame and the thoughts would not leave her for days. Yet other times in her life she had found her self following someone, imaging kneeling behind them, as in the street they let themselves go completely and utterly in to her mouth. She had imagined people walking past her, indifferent to actions of a woman with lowered jeans straining in to the mouth of another. They would casually pass close by as her mouth became a toilet and she sucked down the waste in mute silence.

In this, one of her favourite fantasies, she would be wearing a white plunging dress with the tiniest of quarter bras, her breasts would be on show and streaked and stained with mess by a mouth not able to contain the volumes offered up to her to consume. Those were the times when she had near run home sopping wet and an intense urge to prise her bottom open and eat every part of its offering. 

Sometimes, her lust would completely overcame her and on the quiet parts of the walk home from town, when no one was around her, she would mess her self, squeezing the waste between hard clenched cheeks. Then having arrived home, she would strip to her panties, pull the gusset hard tight and drag it through the waste and panties still on, would lie on the bedroom floor and rip the front of her panties down and attack her clitoris. Sometimes she would position a standing mirror in front of her as then, lying on her back and lifting her legs, she would watch the sticking smeared gusset pull away from her bottom.

Laura closed her eyes tight as she recalled the first time she took off the filth smeared underwear and placed it in to her mouth. It lasted a fleeting moment, the material barely touching her tongue before it was taken out, thrown away in to a corner of the room in disgust and then Laura, in an attempted to wash away her revulsion, ran to the shower to cleanse the filth from her body and her mind whilst bloodying her bottom with deep nail impressions and torn skin.

It was many months before the impulse overruled her internal revulsion, but when Laura did the same again and put the panties in to her mouth she held them there for a time and tunneled her tongue through the material. This time, though the act was more prolonged and waste consumed, her shame was less profound than before. Laura's need to shower and cleanse her self less insistent, but still the nails bit deep into her bottom and the hot water stung away her sense of revulsion.

In her reflective mood something else also occurred to Laura. The fantasies had without exception been with women. Never once had it involved men and they always followed the same kind of path; the women were always older, always full bodied with friendly faces and the acts had always been gentle acts of giving and acceptance. There was never anything about dominance or control or being forced to do anything. No, instead it had always been her willing and the other person initiating.

Even when she was the one purging, the person had asked and she had said yes and even in other person knew what she needed. The one exception to this was the dominance fantasy of the blond woman with long fair. Laura knew who that was all about; it was Eleanor, the girl in school who had bullied her for years. Eleanor had tormented Laura over many things, mostly trivial but always hurtful to the point of leaving the adult Laura with a deep resentment and anger for her.

In her Eleanor fantasy, Laura had turned her into her bottom slave and she was only ever allowed to eat her waste and nothing else. Laura knew it was her mind's 'revenge', and not the same as the other fantasies she had. Over the years her angry thoughts towards Eleanor had diminished to the point where even with her it was one now less of anger and control and more of Eleanor pleading to be fed, Laura denying and then only when she was ready, Laura offering her the sustenance Eleanor begged and craved.

Laura shifted her self in the bed and at the movement Angela opened her eyes.

Angela looked at her for a moment or two then blinked in acknowledgement.

"How long have you been awake?"

Laura shuffled on her side closer to face Angela, her body positioning itself so that their breasts and elbows touched. 

"Oh, not long really. I've been lying here thinking about things."

Angela studied her for a moment and then, with a voice slightly uncertain asked,

"Am I going to see you again or is this all too much for you?"

Laura looked at her. The silence between them was palpable. Laura took a mental 'deep breath' and then spoke, choosing her words carefully.

"No, I'm here. I can't quite believe what we did, but I'm here."

She felt her head shaking slight in disbelief at the previous night's activities but with growing confidence she continued.

"I feel a bit awkward really. You have no idea how much I've tormented my self over the years with this thing we did. It's been horrible Angela, really crap."

Angela giggled and her eyes shone.

"Yes it is, very lovely crap. Your very lovely crap Laura and it's utterly wonderful."

"ha ha, very funny, you know what I mean."

"Yes Laura, I know what you mean."

Angela sighed and then she asked.

"Are you going to take the day off? I need to spend some time with you. There is so much..."

Laura interrupted her.

"OK, let me phone work... you just want to eat me again Angela?"

Laura teased, and moved towards Angela to kiss her. Just her second day of kissing another woman but Laura knew that, given the choice she would never kiss another person again. Angela spoke softly.

"Come on then, make the call, I will to and then we can have the day to ourselves."

Angela rose slowly from the bed on to all fours. Her pendulous breasts brushed across Laura's face. Playfully she rubbed them against Laura's cheek and then, for the first time since being a child, Laura opened her mouth and wetted a nipple. Laura felt it harden as she started to gently suck. She tracked her tongue in small circles around the nipple enjoying the sensations of fine bumps and indentations. She pressed her tongue hard against it, bending it and noted to her satisfaction that each firm movement of her tongue was met with an increasing resistance. Then, when she thought the nipple could harden no more and resisted her tongue's presses, firmly she began to suck. Angela let out a small sigh and taking this as a cue for something more, Laura started to gently caress with her teeth and suck the hardened teat more firmly.

Then, shifting her weight slightly away from Laura, Angela pulled her breast away from Laura's mouth leaving a nipple shiny wet and hard. In an authoritative voice she spoke,

"That's enough of that young lady, we've got calls to make and I think we both need showers. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry and I don't smell that great. I can smell you oozing out of my pores"

"You can feel me in you?"

"Of course I can."

Laura could barely believe what Angela said. The thought that she was oozing from Angela's pores was to her an almost obscene eroticism, something beyond debauched and deeply twisted. She savoured the erotic moment and then rolling on her back she spoke with a most slutty voice,

"You sucked my dirty hole... and I sucked the shit from yours whilst you watched me... You watched me."

She continued, the tone of her voice changed tone to one more serious.

"I've never eaten pussy before. Fuck... does that make me gay?'

She continued in a slow and deliberate voice,

"I'm gay... I must be a lesbian.'

'No you're not. Not really."

Laura paused. She looked at Angela, her feelings mixed and uncertain.

'I must be."

'Why?"

"Because I had sex with you and I want to do it again and.. and..."

"Do you have to give your self a label Laura?"

Angela answered her in a voice that showed no discernable emotion. Laura paused a moment and then answered.

"I don't know. Do I?"

She was not sure. Angela moved to sit on the side of the bed, her fat belly and breasts sagging as she sat round shouldered, head slightly down looking at Laura. Her left breast rested on Laura's stomach.

"Be what you want to be Laura. Do you want to call yourself a Lesbian?"

Laura paused again and then, with some measured thought she continued,

"I don't know. I don't need to I suppose. But I'm with you and we... and I ... fancy you and ... fancy you..."

Laura's felt her heart flutter again.

"I'm with you...I want to be with you."

The last few words just seemed to say themselves.

Looking up in to the accepting face of Angela, a deeper part of her began to sense that something was definitely 'there' that was not 'there' before. It was a strange and disconcerting feeling. It was more than the fact they shared a need to consume and be consumed, it was Angela her self. It was Angela... not what Angela did that Laura was attracted to and it was an attraction that she had never in her life felt before. Laura felt a deep sense of intimacy, of being open and in a way 'at peace' with Angela -- a feeling of knowing that she had found both something and someone rather special.

The moments of silence that followed Laura's statement was broken by Angela.

"You know Laura, you really are quite quite lovely, sexy, cute, clever, funny...' 

She paused for a moment, unsure of her self.

"Angela?"

Angela paused, as if uncertain of how to complete her sentence..

"God you're sexy Laura, I mean you're really sexy and I want to spend every minute eating every part of you..."

There was that hesitancy again.

"What's wrong Angela?"

Angela looked down at her, suddenly awkward.

"I'm not sure what to say... I'm...I'm shy of asking."

Laura studied her for a moment and then with a slight giggle she spoke,

"Well, considering what we did all night, I can hardly think what you have to be nervous about"

A long pause followed.

"I have a confession Laura and I don't know how to say it."

"What Angela? What's up?"

"There's this thing I want to do."

Laura looked at her, it was her turn to say nothing and just let Angela say it when she was ready. Angela looked really uncomfortable and for a few moments she turned her head to the ceiling and spoke again in words spaced with awkward paused.

"There's this thing...I wan..."

She stopped and took a small sigh.

Laura gently touched her arm. Angela stared at her not saying a word. Finally, after a pause long enough to take five breaths in she continued.

'The thing is... I've always wan... I've always wanted a partner I could feed."

Angela looked at her.

"Feed?"

"Yes, feed."

'Do you know what I mean?"

"Err, no, not really."

"Well, it's my fantasy to be with someone and feed them until they grow bigger."

Laura lay on the bed uncertain of what to say. This was completely new territory to her. She repeated her self.

"Feed?"

"Yes Laura, feed... as in make fatter and bigger. I've always wanted to be with someone who grows bigger. I've always wanted to have a girlfriend who I could make huge."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. It's my thing Laura. It's the one thing I've never done. It's not exactly easy to find someone and say to them 'Oh yeah, by the way, can I feed you to the point beyond fullness every day for a year... so you are so huge that when you sit on my face I feel like I'm drowning in your body."

Laura looked at her, more uncertain than ever of what to say and what to do.

"I'm not exactly skinny Angela.".

Angela studied Laura for a moment and then, bending down to almost whisper in her ear she spoke,

"Yes I know and you're gorgeous... but I want you fatter. I want you tits huge and pillowly and I want your arse as big as a mountain so when you empty on me I can spread it all over and suck it all off. I want to smear you all over with my crap and suck it from your tits and I want to fuck you senseless Laura, I...want...to...fuck...your...brains...out when you're as big as a house. I want you at least a size 24... Let me feed you."

Saying those words was the tipping point for Angela. She fell forwards on to Laura and grabbing her by the wrists pulled her hands above her head and kissed with forcefully. Their tongues met and Angela forced her tongue deep in to Laura's mouth -- almost as if she as trying to prove just how much she wanted Laura.

But Laura kissed back harder. The last of Angela's sentences had turned on the taps between her legs and she felt her clitoris throb and her juices pour. She ached to be touched. Angela held Laura's wrist firmly and as the kisses continued they became more sensual than forceful. She knew that Laura was aroused -- she was so turned on her self and she knew that Laura was not horrified at her desire and request. The kisses softer further and with increasing intimacy Laura felt Angela relax her hold on her wrists and her tongue invite a response more than force an entrance. It was Laura who broke their mouth's embrace.

"God Angela, what are you doing to me? You're unbelievable."

"Tell me you don't like it and it'll stop."

"No, I do like it."

"Well then, what you complaining for?"

Angela spoke with a firm voice, but her eyes were sparkling mischievously. She went on,

"I know you like dirty talk young lady, you said so yesterday. So, dirty talk is what you'll get from me."

Laura looked up at her from the bed.

"You seem to have the measure of me Angela, you really do."

They shared a laugh and a kissing embrace. Then this time, when Angela pulled away she spoke,

"Come on Laura, make that call. Then we can do as we please. Here, take these clothes. I'll turn the shower on."

Angela slowly got off the bed. She handed Laura the clothes she had been reaching for the night before in the moments before Laura had started to kiss her rear and left the bedroom to turn the shower on. She debated for a moment if she should put the clothes on before she went downstairs and then, accepting she was more than grubby and ripe, decided to dress after showering. She got up, stretched her arms and then reaching down to her heavy breasts gently tweaked her still hard nipples. She reached between her legs to touch her aroused and tingling pussy and then, as she heard Angela from the bathroom turn the shower on, decided to leave self exploration until later and go make the phone call. She walked down stairs naked to the empty living room.

She gathered the incriminating evidence of her black panties, stained and smeared with her secretions and put them in to her handbag. She picked up her crumpled work blouse and laid it on the arm of the sofa. She called the office standing naked in Angela's living room. Making her excuses she said she was feeling poorly and might not be in for a couple of days.

Angela called from the bathroom upstairs.

"Laura come on, the water's nice and hot. Come, I'll wash your back."

Laura dropped the phone on the arm of the sofa and slowly walked up stairs. She was hungry but clearly from the evidence surrounding her and the now pungent smells emitting from various parts of her body, she really did need to clean up.

Slowly walking up the stairs, Angela poked her head out of the bathroom door, looked her up and down and asked,

"Were they OK about it?"

Yes, no problem Angela, how about you? Have you called in sick?"

"Yes I have. Claire was in and she'll be able to manage by herself -- she'll be fine."

"Come on, time to scrub up."

She beamed at Laura and reaching out her hands, led her in to the bathroom. 

Angela had a shower just big enough for them both to be in. She got in first then Laura joined her. Under the running water Angela moved to kiss Laura. Their kiss was sensual and more intimate than any shared so far. Laura felt her heart flutter and as she kissed she felt again that feeling of having found something profound. Their lips parted.

"Turn around Laura, I'll wash you back."

Laura turned and then methodically Angela washed her back and then reaching lower, Laura felt her hands soap her bottom. Angela drew soapy circles and then ever so gently started to move her hands into her vertical cleft.

"Open wide, we need to make sure you're all clean back there."

Laura rested her upper body on the shower wall squashing her breasts against the wet cold tiles and then pulled her cheeks open. Angela's hands soaped deeper into her rear cleft drawing closer to her more intimate entrance. Laura felt fingers rub along her rosebud and then, for a fleeting moment felt a fingertip slip a fraction inside her. Instinctively she pushed her backside towards Angela tilting her pelvis to afford her easier access. 




Laura's Moment Ch. 02



"There, nice and clean. Turn around, front now."

Laura felt a moment of disappointment but in the confined space she turned around slowly. Angela squeezed the body wash on to her hands and then rubbed them over Laura's hanging breasts. She lifted each breast in turn, soaping methodically and then when clean she lifted each to her mouth and under the cascading water and steam, kissed each one delicately. Angela soaped between the smaller folds of Laura's belly and then squeezing more soap lathered her thick pubic thatch.

Her hands moved in small circles, sometimes lathering, sometimes pulling her hands through the pubic hair making Laura groan with pleasure. Angela rubbed her soapy fingers along Laura's clitoris and spoke in a seductive voice,

"Does it feel good being nice and clean for me?"

Laura, in a state of increasing arousal could only make small groaning sounds.

"How does it feel to have my fingers rubbing your clit Laura?"

"Is it all that you imagined it to be when you fantasised about fucking me?"

Laura replied in a voice deep in the throws of intense sexual arousal,

"No, it's better, But I never imagined you doing this."

"What did you imagine Laura?"

Angela's voice had taken on a sultry slightly husky tone?"

Laura felt so close to her orgasm. She felt the familiar tingling in her body and sensation building deep within her. Her leg muscles fluttered slightly and her head buzzed with overloading sensations. Angela began to press more firmly on her clitoris and her other soapy hand rubbed and pulling her nipple hard.

"What did you imagine Laura?"

Angela asked again, her voice sensual, rich with her own sexual arousal but firm on intent and demanding an answer.

"Shi..."

Laura could hardly speak the words. Yesterday mornings fantasy had been Angela kneeling behind her whilst she opened her mouth and sucked Laura anus and swallowed two whole days of her food.

"Shitting into your mouth Angela... I dreamt I was shitting in to your mouth and you swallowed every mouthful of it. Every bit of it."

"You want me to eat your shit Laura? Is that it, you want me to eat your shit?"

"Oh god yes Angela. Oh fuck I'm cuming..."

And with that she came. The hot water and the steam and Angela pulling hard on her right nipple whilst she rubbed her clitoris vigorously, was as much as Laura could take. She felt her orgasm take over; she felt her body control start to fail and then, when she felt she could go no further Angela dug her nails deep into her clitoris.

Laura yelped and the shock of it was too much and her bladder opened.

"That's it Laura, piss on me. Let your self go."

And she did. In the steamy confined space of the shower Laura let go her strong morning stream all over Angela's legs and thighs. Quickly Angela lowered herself to her knees and opened her mouth and the strong stream sprayed over her face and down her chin. 

The pain of having her clit tweaked triggered a shuddering orgasm in Laura that caused the stream of urine to pulse and change direction, spraying itself over Angela's hair and all over her breasts. As Laura shuddered to a pain triggered orgasm she saw Angela close her mouth and swallow maybe three or four times the dark strong urine spilling forth from her urethra.

"Fuck Angela, that's so sexy."

Kneeling looking up between the rolls of Laura's fat belly, they made eye contact. It was a complete reversal of the night before and Laura, her body still producing deep spasms, pushed her hands through Angela's hair and forced her face to her clit.

The sensation of Angela's hot tongue on her clitoris was just the most intense feeling that Laura had ever had. She pushed harder still, grinding Angela's head hard against her clit and in response she felt her sucking and almost chewing on her spasming pussy. The folds of her heavy pubis embraced Angela's head and as Laura looked down she almost wished that Angela could climb inside her vagina and keep on going deep in to her womb. She wanted all of Angela inside her -- she wanted to force Angela up in to her body and deep inside her and there to remain, forever implanted inside her.

Her orgasm peaked a second time. Angela, on her knees pushed Laura hard against the wall and steadied her from falling. The contractions, still hard and intense were pulsing crescendos of fluttering muscular spasms and Angel's tongue felt like it had reached half way up inside her.

"Oh god, stop it. Enough."

She cried out for Angela to stop and as her orgasm subsided she felt the tongue inside her become still. But still it did not leave her body. Angela, sliding her hands down Laura's body, slowly started to twist Laura around and in that confined steamy place as Angela finally withdrew her tongue, Laura turned to face the wall. Instantly she felt Angela prise her cheeks open and her tongue go straight to her rosebud.

Laura's heart skipped a beat. She pushed against Angela's tongue and then with deliberate effort, tried to start the process of expelling her waste. For the second time in a few hours she was enacting her darkest fantasy. But this time it was different. This time she felt completely in control and she abandoned her self to her lover's most willing tongue.

Pushing then relaxing, pushing then relaxing... for several moments she felt that nothing was going to happen. All the time and with every push she felt Angela's tongue probe deeper into her anus, exploring for the musky treats within. And then Angela began to feel the sensation grow. Slowly she felt something from high up inside her body start to descend. Push... relax...push...relax.

Angela moved her hands up her body to rest upon the folds of her belly pushing Laura back in to her mouth. Then slowly, oh so slowly Laura felt the mass descend beyond the point of no return. The shower head was spilling water over her back down the vertical crevasse where Angela sucked. Laura lifted her arm and pushed it out the way from them to instead cascade down the tiles.

Laura's bottom started to stretch and distend. What was leaving felt bigger and wider than she had expected. Her rectum dilated and then started to open. This was no slender piece, but instead she felt the heavy distension caused by a hard thick mass.

Angela's mouth pushed harder against her opening and her tongue reached for her waste and gently teased it out. She felt the movement of her jaws against her bottom as she opened wider and then, when she felt that Angela had opened her mouth wide enough to envelop her widening hole and her jaws had become still, Laura gave a determined push... Today was different, today she was in control.

The sudden push and confined space meant that Angela could not easily move away. Laura's hard push had taken her completely by surprise and she had no choice but to take the whole hard slightly sticky mess into her mouth and wait for it to end.

Much more was purged from Laura's body than she had expected. She felt Angela's hands tapping on her thighs as if to say enough, but she pushed harder still. More emerged, this time softer and splattering on to the floor of the shower. Small wet brown streaks immediately formed trails as the semi solid mess started to break up under the hot water. Laura stopped pushing.

Angela had no choice but to take her hands from steadying herself and use them to hold the still descending thick semi solid coils of waste in her two hands. She was relived when the dilated rectum pulsed and then closed. Laura was empty and could offer no more. After several moments more, Angela shift position.

Laura felt Angela carefully balance her self as she rose to her feet. Slowly turning around, she was confronted with the sight of Angela's open mouth completely full of her shit and her hands full with two thick coiled ropes of wet and sticky waste. Angela's face had a look of pure lust and then slowly, in front of her, no more than a foot away she slowly started chewing. Bits broke off slid out of the corner of her mouth and fell back in to her hands, but she did not stop.

All the time she looked at Laura, as methodically and deliberately she continued and then Laura saw the movement of her throat as she swallowed the first pieces. Angela's lips kissed the sticky mess again and for a moment, as she caught her breath Laura felt the intense sensation of butterflies in the pit of her stomach as Angela drew her tongue along the surface, skimming a layer of slime until the cracks and natural fissures in the mess were no more than smooth slippery lines glistening with her saliva.

Angela bit another huge piece, completely filling her mouth and then, chewing with her mouth open she rolled pieces across her tongue and pressed the pureed mess between her teeth. Dark brown pieces spread and smeared across her lips and sides of her mouth. Messily and with deliberate intent she deeply inhaled between chews and then, as the mass diminished, her very vocal sounds of mastication were replaced with groans of satisfaction.

Then, with the last few pieces remaining in her hands, Angela scraped the scraps together shaped the pieces into a sticky sausage. Slowly and with deliberate intent she picked up the cylinder, tilted her head and put the four inch piece in to the back of her throat and let it slide down in one go. With her head tilted, Laura could see her shit slowly disappear down Angela's throat and by some extraordinary self control, Angela managed to stop her swallow reflex as slowly the tail of the mess disappeared down her neck. Finally, as the cylinder disappeared from view Angela swallowed for the last time. She looked up at Laura, her face the picture of erotic satisfaction, sodden hair thick and matted with water and her body now hot with perspiration she licked her lips with a sense of deep satisfaction.

Angela opened her mouth slightly. Her teeth were fine coated with Laura's mess and then steadying her self, reached for the shower head and splashed some water in to her mouth. She swallowed a big gulp of the steamy water and then tilting her head downwards slightly, spurted more slightly brown water over Laura's nipples. Angela lifted each breast in turn to her mouth and licked each nipple and placed upon each one a delicate kiss -- the concluding act to her shit eating display.

She looked at Laura and then, as if on cue they moved towards each other and kissed. It was a kiss of deep intimacy and total unconditional lust. Laura tasted the now dilute flavours of her own body and then, as the shared kisses diluted the flavours further, Angela gently broke their embrace.

"Feed me when ever you want lover. I will never refuse."

Laura looked at her. Her heart leapt, it fair pounded in her chest. All her fantasies, all her filthy fantasies, all her teenage dreams had come true with Angela. Twice her age and so much bigger; this woman was all the Laura ever thought she would need in her life. They kissed again, this time so sensual, more akin to lovers than those in the first throws of lust.

"Right, let's clean up and then eat breakfast. Laura I'm hungry and as lovely as it is, one cannot feast off your shit alone."

Quickly they cleaned themselves and then, draped in towels then went in to the bedroom to put on their clothes.

"So what's for breakfast Angela?"

Angela looked at her with a look of utter perverted lust.

"For me some muesli and some toast."

For you, six eggs, two packets of bacon and a large bar of chocolate."

"You can kiss your puny portions of salad and a single pasty goodbye. Next time it will be three pasties and two portions of chips. Ten thousand calories a day for you now on my girl."

'My girl'. Laura liked that expression. She said it in her mind a few time and her mind replied with total conviction, Yes indeed Angela, I am your girl and you are my woman and then to her thoughts her mind added,

"I'll be as big as you want me to be."

Only this didn't stay as a thought. These words fell out of her mouth and hearing them was as Laura later reflected upon, a confirmation of her intent. As they walked down the stairs, Angela leading, Laura thought to herself,

Laura the lesbian... Well it's got a certain ring to it, but it didn't feel true. Laura the lover. She laughed to her self; she was good with words she thought. She played on words. Laura the feedee fuck toy... She giggled.

Laura the loved up fat fucked feedee. Oh come on! Too far girl.

Fat fucked feedee... She liked that.

Loved up Laura, the fat fucked Feedee...

She reached the bottom of the stairs and paused for a moment. Angela continued to the kitchen.

Loved up Laura.

Loved up Laura...

Her heart skipped a beat. She knew then something had changed. She paused in the hall way by the front door mouthed the words quietly.

"Loved up Laura the fat fucked feedee."

She stood with her back to the door as Angela filled the kettle with water.

"Bacon did you say? Well that'll be a while. Best start on the chocolate then. Do you want to feed me or shall I just help myself?"

As she walked out of the kitchen and in to the hall way, Angela stood still and followed her with her eyes. Laura hadn't put any underwear on; her round bottom was showing as she walked. She placed the kettle on the hob and looked out of the window at a greying sky. So much for a sunny start, it looked like the heavens were about to burst. No matter, she thought, no need to go out today.



Laura's Moment Ch. 03



Laura sat alone at a table in the conservatory of the conference centre. She had chosen the one shaded spot in an alcove away from the chatter of the other delegates Her thumping headache had started early in the morning and she was feeling rather the worse for it. In fact, she was felling pretty awful. The journey the evening before to the conference could best be described as 'bloody crap' and what made it worst was her dislike of the incessant chatter of her young and impressionable colleague Emma who found everything 'amazing'. 

Laura shook her head and spoke out loud,

"If I see another ergonomic anybloodything I'll sodding well scream."

She sighed and eased back in to the chair and twisted open the bottle of orange juice. Slowly she poured the contents in to a glass as her thoughts turned to Angela. It had been six months now that they had been together. Six months... Laura could hardly believe how quickly the time passed. In the quiet space surrounded by half heard conversations she thought about Angela and how they had grown so close. She was... she considered for the moment... content, that was it.

From the initial lust had grown something far deeper and more rewarding. Their sex life was rich and full and their daily lives had become one of unity. Laura had told her family that she had a girlfriend and that had caused more than a few ripples and chattering emails, more so when she spoke of Angela being almost double her age. Her coming out as a Lesbian had been mercifully drama free and thought Laura had been uncomfortable the first time she had told her friends, mostly they accepted this knowledge of her without judgment.

Laura had been more worried about talking about it at work, but a suitable circumstance had arisen when people were talking about their partners and family life and she had casually thrown in to the conversation 'my girlfriend'. From that first time, no one had mentioned anything to her and thought there might well have been gossip behind her back, no one explicitly mentioned anything to her.

Laura had told her mother after three months. The telling was no more than an off the cuff remark she made to her mother on the phone. It had happened whilst her mother was pretty much in full chat discussing the changes her neighbour was making to her garden. Her statement had barely registered in her mother's seeming endless babble, to the point that when having said goodbye, her mother had phoned back a few minutes later just to confirm what she had said. There had been a slight and awkward pause but Laura was more than a little relieved when all her mother said was that she wished her happiness and that hopefully one day she would get to meet her girlfriend. Her last visit home had been an interesting one where her mother had commented on her looking as she put it "very well". Laura smiled at the memory. Her mother was being diplomatic about the fact that in the last six months Laura had put on just short of two stones.

Laura carried two well supported, heavy and now pierced E cup breasts. Her regular feeding sessions with Angela had grown her waist by another four inches and one new thick roll of fat to the other two that stretched down from her sagging breasts. Because of their play preferences, both Laura and Angela had taken to having their Mons waxed. Through one of Angela's more discrete customer contacts, they had found a woman willing to take care of their more intimate area. The once thick bush of Laura's pubic triangle was now replaced with smooth sensitive skin and the sensitivity when Angela went down on her made the shock and pain of the initial waxing session well worth it. Laura had grown to enjoy oral sex immensely and the pleasure of having her lips licked and pulled by Angela was one of the highlights of their sex play. 

Laura's mind drifted on to thoughts of the sex. It had become at times completely off the wall and unpredictable. Most of the best times started with her being fed by Angela great volumes of her favourite foods. They quickly learned that to make the second part of their play more enjoyable, Laura needed to eat for at least several days lots of fruit and fibre. She smiled at the memory of one particular evening when Angela had fed her strawberries and bananas and then later, before play started, had slid an entire chocolate bar deep into her bottom and then, when she opened and fed her lover, her face had been a filthy mess of chocolate and other more complex textures. Angela had loved it.

Laura's once rarely penetrated vagina was regularly stretched by Angela who had stated most casually during one evening's feeding that she looked forwards to the day when she could open Laura wide enough to have a hand deep inside her stretched pussy and arse at the same time. The first time Angela had managed to anally fist Laura was one of the real highlights of that six months. It had occurred after a feeding session when Laura was on her knees, face on the floor. Angela was getting ready to feed from her and had slid fingers deep into her bottom to make as she described it her 'first course pate'. With fingers deep inside her, Angela had told her to push gently. The relaxing muscle coupled with the soft lubricating Belgian chocolate she had pushed in earlier, meant that Angela had been able to slide her whole hand deep within. The sensation of fullness had been overwhelming and when Angela finally withdrew, she had no control over her bowels. Angela's face, hair and most of her chest was covered with her mess and then, as she scraped every last scrap of Laura's waste from her body and eaten it, she licked her now relaxed anal sphincter clean.

Laura had quickly taken to Angela's sometimes profound need to feed from her at the most inopportune moments. The most bizarre place had been in a large shopping centre where they had hurriedly found the most remote toilet and then, in a disabled cubicle Angela had almost ripped her skirt off and bent her over the toilet. With not a care in the world for the potential mess, Angela had placed her mouth straight over Laura's bottom and sucked breakfast from her rear orifice. It was all Laura could do to remain in control. Angela had dug her nails in to her thighs and pushed her mouth hard against her bottom. The thick and heavy coiled waste was consumed without Angela even once taking her mouth from her rear opening. When she had finished, Angela had kissed her deep on the mouth, and with her tongue, pushed some of the retained matter deep into Laura's mouth for her to consume. Hurriedly they had adjusted their clothes, rinsed their mouths and gone for a coffee. Sitting in the coffee shop they had barely been able to keep their hands off each other and Laura wanted to devour her there and then. The rest of the day's shopping had been for Laura a complete torture when all she really wanted to do was go home and enjoy her lover completely.

Later that evening, in the quiet of their shared bed, Angela had spoken about her thrill and desire to be caught feasting by someone else. Angela had been so turned on by the fact that Laura had to exercise so much control over her bowels to make sure she did not make a total public mess of the both of them. Sometimes, when Angela was feeling particularly kinky, she would take some of Laura's waste and smear it in to her bra to coat her nipples. They would then walk around the shops in the knowledge that Angela would be close to having the most intense orgasms.

Over the last month and a half their play had got messier. They had discovered a company that supplied anal feeding tubes that inserted into the recipients anus and secured with straps around the wearers waist. This meant that Laura could relax on the sofa, legs splayed and Angela could kneel below her and she could, with a degree of comfort watch Angela feast from her. The purchase of some leg stirrups made the process even more pleasurable. Laura would position her self on the sofa with the tube inserted and Angela would raise her legs on to the stirrups. Then Angela would kneel before the tube and wait for Laura to push. The tube had a clever feature in it that meant that the waste could be drawn down from her anus with a small sliding knob. Angela quickly referred to it as her "shit lipstick" and she would take great delight in either licking the end of drawing down a six inch length in to her mouth and then swallowing it as one piece. The clever part of the device was that part of the tube itself could remain in place inside the anus and the wearer could wear normal clothes. Angela liked this for her fantasy "baby play" when Laura had no control over her anus and had to wear adult nappies. This particular role play was one they both particularly enjoyed and Laura had naturally taken to being the 'baby' to Angela's mummy. Laura smiled at the thought that she had discovered a lover and partner more than prepared to explore the boundaries of their desires. Her once self hatred and gouging was now no more than a memory and what was once an act of great shame had become the most intimate of desires shared by a lover insatiable for her offerings. As Laura sipped her juice she sat content in the knowledge that she had found in Angela someone unique and very special. It was Angela's birthday soon and she wanted to get her a surprise, but as of yet she was unsure of what it might be.

But in all of her satisfaction with Angela there was also something not quite right. At moments of deepest intimacy there was something about the way Angela behaved that made Laura wonder if really she was thinking of someone else. The first time Laura had felt it was the night they had been out shopping and had passed a middle aged woman who had nodded at Angela. It had been the most imperceptible of nods and Angela had barely responded, but something in the way she carried herself afterwards was different. it was three days after that nod they were intimate again, the longest time since they had been together and it had felt very different, as if Angela was going through the motions more than anything else. She had asked Angela if everything was OK and she had said yes, but those few days had set a nagging seed in Laura's mind that Angela was not as happy as she said she was. Sitting with her thoughts Laura also wondered if the intensity and the unpredictability of Angela's sex drive was in fact her way of trying to gloss over or get over what was bugging her.

She sat alone with her thoughts for a few more quiet moments.

"Oh there you are. The next talk is about to begin Laura, shall we go in?"

Her drifting mind was jolted back to reality by the chirpy voice of Emma . She was standing just behind Laura and her call to return to the conference was met with a deep reluctantly by Laura to lift her self from the chair. She sighed slightly got up and side by side they walked in to the auditorium.

"Penny for your thoughts."

Emma looked at her expectantly.

"Oh nothing really, I was just thinking of things at home."

"Oh?"

Emma looked expectantly at her, but Laura was unwilling to continue and with the looming entrance to the conference theatre she spoke,

"Have you got the tickets Emma?"

"Yeah, they're here."

Emma rummaged around in her small purple shoulder bag and produced two tickets for the advertised 'highlight' of the conference; a talk on office design and contemporary office space management. Laura took a deep breath and inwardly sighed again. How dull she thought. They walked in, Emma leading and they found their seats near the centre walkway in the middle of the auditorium.

Laura sat to Emma's right in the half full room. The semi-circled rows could seat about four hundred people and the seats were only half lit but the stage was bathed in bright light and there was a single bar stool at the centre with a tall table with a small clear vase with a single red rose in it and next to it a clear glass and a water jug more Roman ampule than contemporary. The lights dimmed for a moment and then Emma nudged Laura and with an almost child like excitement whispered,

"I should have bought the M&M's. It's like being at the cinema."

Laura half snorted and looking at her she smiled. She found it hard to be irritated with Emma for more than a few moments as there was something very endearing about the slight young woman.

Emma had come to the company as an office junior. Laura had met her for the first time early one March morning. The office buzzer had wrung about seven am and Laura, being the only one on the office at that time, had answered it. Standing on the other side of the door was this slight young teenager in school uniform.

Laura opened the door and asked her what she wanted and she was surprised when the young girl offered her a CV and had cheerfully asked if there were an jobs available. Her early start and eagerness had made it's mark on Laura and when, due to a maternity leave, a position for office junior had arisen, she contacted Emma and invited her for interview.

Emma had turned up smartly dressed, her slim boyish frame sporting a well fitted suit, sharp haircut and slight heels. She presented her self well; shy and a little hesitant at times, but she seemed keen and willing to learn the role. When Laura had phoned to offer her the job several days later, Emma had fair near screamed down the phone in excitement. Since her first day, Emma had been nothing but an eager and willing employee who was prepared to get involved in pretty much anything.

The talk, presented by an interior designer was, much to Laura's surprise both thought provoking and entertaining. The speaker, knew her subject well and she was skilled at engage with her audience. From time to time Laura glanced across to Emma and she could see that she was fully engaged and listening intently. Once, when looking, Laura noticed that the button on Emma's blouse had opened and it was gaping. Laura could see down her camisole top to the hint of Emma's nipples. Emma had what could be generously described as an A cup bust at best and it was evident from the hint of nipple that she wore no bra. Laura felt a tingle of arousal conflicted with a sense of inappropriateness for looking. That however did not stop her glancing down again and seeing through the camisole top the clearly defined outline of her left nipple. Time passed quickly and soon after, the talk ended with a genuine round of applause. Laura leaned over and whispered in Emma's ear.

"Your blouse is open Emma."

Poor Emma looked horrified and quickly went to close the buttons.

"Oh no, I didn't realise, was it open before we went in?"

"I don't think so. Maybe when you went to get the tickets it opened then."

Emma looked relieved, then with anxious voice added,

"Do you think anyone saw?"

She was frowning as she asked Laura who in response, smiled, shook her head and gently answered, 

"No Emma, don't worry, no one saw anything. It was too dark in here."

"Oh good, not that I have anything to show, but it's hardly professional is it?"

Laura calmly reassured her,

"Don't worry about it Emma, no one saw and even if they did, so what, it hardly matters. Anyway, were two hundred miles from home, so who is to know?"

Emma just looked at her, her expression a mixture of conflicted signals and uncertainty.

"I wish I was as confident as you."

Emma gave Laura no time to respond as she stood up and started to make her way out of the auditorium. Laura followed a few steps behind thinking about what to say to her. In the foyer she moved to a quiet corner and spoke,

" Emma, you're doing fine. In fact, you're doing more than fine. Confidence comes with age and experience that's all. Carry on the way you are going and you will go far. Come on, i'm hungry, we need to find somewhere to eat."

The words that Laura spoke to reassure Emma seemed to fall on deaf ears. Emma's head dropped slightly, her face took on a troubled look, but what ever was at the root of it, she wasn't letting on. Emma turned away and stated leading the walk back to the hotel. Quickly her mood changed and then, back to her cheery self she spoke,

"Ummm food. So much to try, but I don't know what I want. Let's explore the town?"

Laura shook her head and wondered quite what was going on in her head. Emma, for all he willing and enthusiasm was at times like a little excitable child, or as Laura sometimes thought, a small puppy though she kept that particular comparison to her self as they walked away in the general direction of the hotel. It was a warm summer day and the walk at the end of the day though a welcome change from the bustle of the conference centre made Laura wet with perspiration. Emma had slowed down her pace and looking across to her, Laura spoke in a voice that left no room for doubt,

"I don't know about you Emma, but I need a drink. Ever had a Margarita?"

Emma looked awkward and in a voice almost confessing, quietly said,

"No, I've never had a drink. Ever. Mum and dad are tea-total and it's never been in the house."

"Well Emma, time you did. Let's dump this rubbish, get changed and find a bar. I don't know about you, but I really need a cool shower."

"Great, let's explore the old town and see what's there to eat. Maybe they have a posh bar and they do Margaritas."

"Posh bar - on our expenses? More likely a drink or two and a meal. That will probably be our lot."

Emma giggled.

Yep, definitely a puppy. Laura shook her head gently as they continued walking. Emma, with her boundless enthusiasm was quite fun to be around. She made Laura feel young again and in a way her child like mannerisms gave Laura permission to let go of her more 'responsible' years. Laura felt a tingling in her stomach as she walked side by side with Emma. She remembered the outline shape of Emma's nipple through her slip and she felt the tinglings of arousal and something deeper. Emma had been preoccupying her thoughts more and more of late and once, just once,she had masturbated to a very erotic fantasy of fisting Emma's anus as she laid on a recliner on a beach somewhere tropical and lush. Laura dismissed the memory - I can't fancy her that's ridiculous she thought. She took a sideways glance and noticed Emma seemed in a happy world of her own. Laura dismissed her erotic memories but the tingling feeling didn't go with it.

Ten minutes later they were back in the hotel. They took a lift to the hotel rooms, Laura on eight and Emma on ten. They agreed to meet an hour later and then Laura went straight to her room, stripped, showered, washed and blow dried her hair, added a touch of bronze blusher and pale coppery metallic lipstick and then put on a pale copper summer dress.

As she took the lift down to reception, her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Angela. Angela had lost her mobile a few days before and Laura would have to wait until she got home from work before she called her. No matter she thought, later would be fine.

Laura walked out of the lift to see Emma waiting for her in the hotel foyer. She looked so different. Gone was the office 'uniform' that she wore every day and in it's place was an elegant 50's cut Lilac dress with low heels. Her short hair was brushed back and she wore the slightest amount of lilac shade makeup. The dress, showed her slight build off perfectly. Her pale complexion and slender frame contrasted with her black hair and her small roundish face. She looked lovely. She smiled at Laura.

"Hi Emma, wow you look great. very glam."

Emma's faced beamed.

"Thanks Laura - do you not think it's too much. It's new."

"No, I think it looks quite lovely, in fact you look quite striking – Almost Audrey Hepburn."

Yet again Laura reassured her. There was something in Emma's child-like way that needed constant assurance that she was doing something right. Laura wondered what Emma's home life was like and how much her parents encouraged her.




Laura's Moment Ch. 03



"So where are we going Laura?"

"No idea, lets just follow our noses. Old town you said."

Off down the street they walked and perhaps to the casual observed a rather striking if odd slightly incongruous pair they made; A large 30 something woman with heavy bust, round bottom and obvious rolls of undulating flesh and a whispy teen in a lilac dress so obviously unsure of her self and constantly looking across at Laura. It would be an easy mistake to make to assume they were mother and daughter.

They walked for about twenty minutes until they came to the centre of the town. There were a number of restaurants all busy and seemingly in competition with each other with gaudy fronts and loud playing music. Teenagers were sprawled over benches in a square surrounded on all sides by restaurants. Laura quickly scanned the environment making an assessment of what they might offer.

"I don't like the look of these very much. Do you think there might be quieter ones?"

"I hope so, they all look pretty ropey to..."

Laura's reply was interrupted by an excited Emma.

"There look, there's a Mexican. I've never tried Mexican before."

"Ok then, Mexican it is."

Emma excitedly led the way and she opened the door in to a half full restaurant with some faces recognisable from the conference.

As the door opened a slender olive skinned man walked from the bar to greet them.

"Table for two?"

He had a strong Spanish accent.

Laura nodded.

"Follow me please, we have a nice quiet corner over here."

Menus in hand, he, lead them through the two roomed restaurant and offered them a snug table at the back. Where they sat felt away from the other diners and it was separated from the main dining area by a walled arch. It had once been a two room ground floor building. The smells coming from the kitchen and the clatter of pans and the occasional raised voices of the staff made Laura feel quite relaxed. It was what the lazier restaurant city guides would describe as 'homely'.

Laura and Emma settled themselves with Laura sitting with her back to the wall. Emma excitedly spoke,

"I've never eaten Mexican before."

"You said - and never drunk before either - is that right?"

"I know, terrible isn't it. Most eighteen year olds get drunk all the time, but I never have."

Emma was leaning forwards in her chair and she was looking at Laura expectantly. Laura continued,

"How come your parents don't drink?'

"Their beliefs - religion."

"Oh I see. What about you?"

"Religion? No, not me, not really. They never forced it on to me, but I suppose that I just respected their wishes really."

"Nothing wrong with that. In fact, that's to be commended really. So many kids just do what they want without a care for their parents."

Emma nodded.

"But I would like to try though and as i'm with you I think it will be ok?"

Her rising inflection turned a statement into a question.

Laura smiled at Emma. In her dress she looked very cute. Laura felt her stomach tingle.

"Don't see why not."

In their conversations, neither had heard the plimsoled waitress come over and quietly stand by the table.

"Hello, would you like some drinks? Are you ready to order?"

A young slender woman, barely older than Emma stood by the table.

Emma fumbled for the menu and then with eyes wildly scanning for no more than a few moments in some sudden fluster, tipped the top downwards and spoke,

"Oh god, I don't know what to order."

"OK, let me order. I'll get a few different things and see what you like."

Emma's shoulders visibly sagged in relief.

"Oh would you. That would be great."

Turning to the waitress Laura ordered,

"We'll have the Fajitas for two - chicken and beef, the mole and a side dish of spicy beans and a large jug of Margarita, oh and some chicken burritos as well."

The waitress read back the order, thanked them, turned and silently left.

"My mum would be amazed if she saw me now."

"Why's that then?"

"She's never seen me in a dress since I was ten. I just wear jeans and t-shirts. I thought it would be nice to try something different - you know, away from home."

Laura nodded,

"It's a very striking dress actually Emma, it looks great on you. Where did you get it?"

"Oh, on line. I had to alter it a bit though as it was a bit big."

Laura laughed.

"Yeah, me to, but I tend to have to go the other way."

Emma looked at Laura, frowned slightly and then spoke,

"I think you look great."

Nervously she continued,

"I think you do a great job Laura... "

Laura felt slightly uncomfortable and taken aback by Emma's so open complement. 

"Thanks Emma, that's kind of you to say so. I like my job, well mostly anyway, so it makes it easier."

They spoke office chit chat for a few minutes until the same waitress returned with two big glasses and a 4 litre pitcher or Margarita. She placed it on the centre of the table and then filled both salt rimmed glasses to an inch off the top of the glass. As the waitress walked away, Emma stared at her glass,

'"Oh that looks lovely."

"Well, don't just stare at it girl, try it."

Emma bent her head towards the fine black straw and then, tentatively took her first sip.

"Oh wow, that's lovely. That's not what I expected at all. It's... it's all limey and salty and just ... yum."

"Told you. It is good isn't it. It's my favourite."

Emma took another sip, quickly followed by two more.

"Take it easy Emma, there is quite a lot of alcohol in it."

Emma looked up, straw between lips and spoke with a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Oh, but it's lovely."

For the next few minutes they talked very little, with Emma just making little oooh and aaah noises every time she took a sip and Laura, as if infected with her enthusiasm for the new, laughed every time she to took a sip and added 'yuuuum' noises of her own. They look at each other across the table; teen co-conspiritors in an illicit discovery. Laura was quite enjoying her self and the tingling feeling inside was growing stronger by the moment, as was the heat between her legs as she started to see Emma in a far more sexy light.

After a few minutes the food arrived and then again, a wide eyed Emma sat and stared at the table with it's volumes of food. The drama of the crackling hissing Fajitas was almost a dish too far for her.

"Wow, i've never seen food like this before."

"Come on dig in, here's how you do the Fajitas."

With great excitement Emma tasted the different dishes. She liked the mole and thought the Fajitas were 'awesome', but the guacamole was 'a bit grim'.

The conversations, helped by the Margaritas became more relaxed. Laura found her self loosening up and laughing every time Emma tried something new. At times she thought it really was the village girl come to the city. She wondered how she had so little experience of different foods.

"What do you normally eat at home Emma?"

'Oh boring stuff really. Since dad left a few months ago it's been mostly pasta bakes and casseroles or beans on toast when mum has been out."

Laura thought it inappropriate to talk about Emma's father leaving and instead asked,

"Did you learn to cook in school?"

"We did home economics, but I found it really boring - I found school really boring."

'How come, was there anything you liked?"

"Oh I liked the English and the Maths and I quite liked Geography, but mostly I just found it boring."

"Really? You are so committed at work, you try everything and you do everything well."

"Really?"

"Yes really. I've not trained a junior from scratch before, but these last few weeks you've come on in leaps and bounds - why do you think your here if it's not because you are an important part of our office?"

Emma paused a few moments and took a small bite of the last remaining pieces of chicken Fajitas.

"It's different. People are nice to me at work."



She let the sentence hang in the air. Laura looked at her for a few moments and noticed that Emma seemed sad. A sudden change had come over her and she looked almost tearful. Laura felt a pang of concern. Emma took a deep draw on her straw and swallowed a gulp of Margarita and then refilled her glass.

"School was horrible. People said horrible things all the time."

"What do you mean. Why would they be horrible to you?"

Emma looked close to tears.

"They used to be horrible about the way I looked."

"But you look lovely, I don't understand."

Emma looked at her and then, as if confiding a huge secret she whispered,

"No tits Emma... Emma no tits."

Emma looked down at the table. Some part of Laura felt a terrible wrench and ache. Emma's now teary eyes and expression resonated so strongly with her own teenage life. 'Fat Laura' had become 'no tits Emma' Her heart went out to her. Even in the low lights of the restaurant alcove, she could see the tears running down her face..

"They used to tease me in PE and call me all kinds on names... I just wanted to hide all the time. They were horrible."

Emma took another large draw on the straw and refilled it again. Laura watched Emma pour the remaining content in to her own glass. The jug remained up-ended until the last drops fell and then Emma put the jug down heavily on to the table. Laura did a quick calculation; Emma had drunk the best part of three and a half litres of Margarita in an hour and a half. Laura thought best not to say anything. She looked at Emma, her face sad and deeply troubled and she spoke gently. 

"Oh Emma that's terrible. People can be so cruel."

Emma said nothing. Her eyes were distant, almost far away and in a world of her own. She continued,

"They used to say they I was deformed... defoEmma."

Laura stretched out her hand to comfort Emma. Reaching out over the table she put her hand over Emma's and Emma's small fingers held her tight. It was as if the contact was the cue for Emma to openly cry. Tears streamed down her face. She sniffed and her shoulders occasionally shuddered. Laura gently squeezed her hand in silent comfort and she waited for Emma to stop. After a couple of minutes she regained her composure and glanced up at Laura. She looked so sad and her eyes, blood shot and teary told a story of deep hurt. She resumed staring at the table. Laura spoke softly,

"I'm so sorry Emma, it must have been horrible for you."

Emma looked up at her and then cast her eyes downwards. She nodded her head slightly. She spoke haltingly, her voice cracking and slightly hoarse,

"It was horrible. They used to say that I was deformed - I was the wrong shape."

"What do they know, stupid idiots."

"Not enough on top, too much below."

Laura looked at her, not knowing what she meant and not knowing what to say. Emma continued with a voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm deformed you know... down there."

Emma gestured with her head as if pointing with her head to 'below'.

"It's not right... it's not normal, it's too big."

Laura felt like crying for Emma. Her heart was beating so fast and she felt the sweat pour off her arms and her back. Her armpits were damp. She understood exactly what Emma meant and how the cruelty made her feel so wretched and miserable.

"Emma, people come in all shapes and sizes. I mean look at me, i'm really fat - obese actually and my tits are too big and my belly sags and .."

"Stop it Laura... you're lovely."

Emma was staring at Laura and she looked angry.

"Stop it...please. I think you've lovely."

"But Emma, people do come in all shapes and sizes - everywhere."

"They used to laugh at me. They used to say who would want to go out with a girl like me? You'll never get anyone Emma no tits. You're a freak. Emma the freak."

Everything began to made sense to Laura; the insecurity, the constant self doubt and looking for reassurance, the need to be assured and reassured all the time was a desperate attempt to get away from a so recent life of torture.

Emma sat quietly. Laura still held her hand, but Emma's hand was limp and clammy. It was as if all the spark and fight had gone out of her.

"For what it's worth Emma, I don't think you are a freak. I think that you are a hard working, kind, conscientious and caring person who's been bullied terribly. I see nothing wrong in you at all."

Squeezing Emma's hand again she spoke.

"Come on, let me get the bill and then we'll go back to the hotel."

Emma looked at her and nodded, almost relieved to be leaving such a public place. With a voice returning more to normal, she squeezed Laura's hand.

"Sorry Laura, I shouldn't have told you any of this. It's not fair on you. You're not even a friend, you're..."

"a friend."

Laura squeezed her hand back firmly and smiled at her. She beckoned the waitress over and asked for the bill. Laura let go her hand as Emma took another suck on the straw and then finishing she reached for the jug, forgetting she had already emptied it. Laura thought for now it best to lighten the mood. They could and would talk back at the hotel.

"So, the Margarita's a hit then?"

Emma's face brightened. She smiled and nodded slowly.

"it's great, I love it. I think it will be my choice from now on." 

"Oh good, excellent, excellent favourite drink is this."

The waitress returned and with the bill paid they sat quietly for a few minutes whilst Emma sipped some water. Laura sat quietly watching her. She felt so sad for her and much of her conversation had been a mirror of her own life's experiences. Emma put the glass down and gently slid it away from her. Laura look that as the signal she was ready to leave.

"Right then Emma, you ready?"

Emma tried to stand and slumped back down in the chair.

"Oops, seemed to have lost my balance."

She giggled. Laura looked at her from across the table. In all the emotional intensity of the last few minutes she had forgotten that this was Emma's first time with alcohol. 

"Are you OK Em?"

Emma looked at her and then started giggling,

'My mum calls me Em... you remind me of her."

"Yeah, thanks for that."

"No, I mean with the big boobies."

She giggled again and like a child speaking naughty words repeated them out loud for her own satisfaction.

"Big boobies. Big boobies. Not like mine... no boobies. Big boobies."

Laura looked at her worried about her mental state and also wondering how she was going to get he back to the hotel.

'Come on Em, lets see if we can get you up."

Laura rose and then standing next to Emma she held her hand and steadied her as slowly she stood. 

'Well that's interesting."

Emma was sluring her words slightly,

"The room is going round and round. I think...you might need to help me Laura."

Laura hooked her arm through Emma's and slowly they walked towards the door. The waiter who greeted them was standing smiling at them.

"Good night Ladies, thank you for coming."

Laura nodded and side by side they left the restaurant.

Half way through the door Emma turned to say something, but the closing door's diagonal handle caught the Vee of her dress. The top of the dress tore open a good eight inches.

'Shit Emma, what have you done?"

A bleary eyed Emma looked down at her torn dress.

"Oh no, I like this dress. You said I looked like Audrey. Now I look horrible. It's ruined."

The dress had gaped open and the only thing protecting the world from seeing Emma's chest was the light lilac camisole top. Emma reached her free hand down to pull the torn side up.

"Must protect my modesty Mum said I must always dress modestly."

Though small, it was still some effort for Laura to support Emma and it seemed to her that moment by moment Emma was getting more and more drunk.

"I think we need to get you back to the hotel ASAP. Hold on to your dress Emma."

Emma looked at her and sluringly spoke,

"Why? I've got nothing to hide."

"Come on Em, cover your body, some things are private."

Emma looked ahead. Laura glanced at her as she had gone very quiet. She seemed to be struggling with some inner turmoil. Laura held her tightly around the waist and slowly they walked to the hotel.

"Your girlfriend is nice, my mum knows her."

"Really?"

Laura was quite surprised by Emma's sentence. She had never once mentioned Angela to Emma. Emma continued.

"Yes, my mum once had a bra fitted by her. She said the staff were very friendly."

"That's nice Emma, she is... Very friendly."

Emma giggled and through a drunken giggle slurred,

"I've seen you together in town before, shopping."

"Oh, why didn't you come say hello?"

Emma didn't say anything for a few minutes and Laura glanced across at her, but once again it seemed Emma had drifted off in to a world of their own. Laura held on to her tightly and Emma tilted her head to rest against Laura's right breast. Emma sighed,

"You're nice and soft Laura and you're nice to me."

"Why wouldn't I be Emma?"

Emma looked up at her, straight in to her eyes.

"I like you Laura."

"And I like you to Em."

Laura looked across to Emma and then Emma kissed her on the cheek. It was just the slightest peck, but it surprised Laura. Emma looked up at Laura again and continued in a more serious voice.

"You don't understand Laura, I really like you."

Laura looked down at her. Alarm bells were ringing,

"Oh Em, I like you to, you're good fun."

Emma looked straight ahead. She stared ahead for a moment pouting slightly and then spoke again in a firm and assured voice.

"I've decided that I'm a lesbian."

Laura tried not to laugh and thought the best thing to do was try and humour Emma the steps to the hotel. Alcohol... has a lot to answer for she thought. She looked across at Emma who seemed to be muttering to her self. After a few moments she spoke.

"You and Angela looked very close..."

She left the words hanging. Laura sensed her hinting at something but was not sure what. She seemed to be dragging her steps and then she slowed to an almost stop. She looked at Laura.

"I saw you and Angela together."

"Yes, you said Emma."

"You were in the shopping Centre a few months ago."

Laura looked across at her. Emma looked straight at her then looked away. Laura felt the first pang of worried curiosity. What was she hinting at?

"I followed you one Saturday afternoon. You and Angela went to the toilets at the far end of the Centre - the ones most people don't use because they're out of the way."

Laura felt the hairs on the back of her neck start to stand. Suddenly she felt very clammy. Their walk seemed to have become a crawl and Emma had become a burden. They stopped by a small wall a couple of hundred meters from the entrance to the hotel. Laura sat Emma on the wall and stood in front of her. Laura looked around. The street was mostly deserted but in the distance there were still a few people on their way out of town. Thankfully she thought, no one was coming her way.

Emma slumped forwards slightly and her hands slid to her lap.

Her now ruined dress gaped open and the camisole, twisted out of place barely hid Emma's right nipple. Emma seemed oblivious as she looked down at the ground. Laura stood in front looking down at Emma as she spoke quietly.

"I followed you. I waited a few moments and then went in. I could not see either of you and the disabled cubicle was closed."

Laura stood shaking. Her sense of fear at what Emma was going to say next made her head pound.

"I went to the door and I could hear noises. I could hear you..."

Laura thought she was going to be sick.

"When I put my ear against the door, it opened. You didn't close the door. The lock was bolted but it wasn't latched."

Laura stared at her. She remembered that Angela, in her hurry had almost slammed the door shut. It must have bounced open before locking. She silently cursed Angela for not checking.




Laura's Moment Ch. 03



"I saw you."

"You saw what Emma?"

No response from Emma.

"You saw what Emma? what did you see? Tell me please. Emma?"

Emma looked up at her. She looked right in to Laura's face and with a face devoid of any real discernable expression barely whispered,

"You were bent over the toilet with the lid down and Angela had her mouth on your bottom. You had your pants down ... and ... she was eating your poo."

Laura stared at her. So many emotions went through her head. She was angry at Emma for 'stalking' her, angry with Angela for not checking the door, but mostly angry at having her secret discovered. She did not know what to say or do. Emma was staring at her, her face now an open expression of curiosity.

"Is that what she was doing to you?"

Laura stared at her. She wanted to run, but felt rooted to the spot but at the same time there was something about Emma's curious innocence that made her stay and made her want to answer.

"Yes Emma, she was eating my poo. She likes it and so do I. It's something that we do together."

Emma studied her face and then slowly spoke.

"I couldn't believe it. I never knew people did that."

Laura sighed. Fuck. Her secret now out in the open, it seemed pointless to hide anything. Emma looked at her through bloodshot eyes and continued,

"I went home and looked it up. It's called Scat you know."

"Yes Emma, I know."

"I watched some videos of it. I watched women do it to other women. They seemed to enjoy it."

"I like it Emma."

Emma looked at her. She seemed to be wrestling with her thoughts again, After a few moments she seemed to come to a decision and continued,

"One day I tried it."

Laura stared at her.

"I did it in the bathroom when mum and dad were out. I put a plate down and then did it on the plate. I put my tongue on it. It tasted bitter and strong."

"I don't know what to say Emma. I never imagined having this conversation with anyone, let alone you of all people."

"I forced myself to bite a bit. I held it in my mouth and then it wasn't so bad. I ate some of it."

Laura stared at her.

"Why are you telling me this Emma?"

Emma looked up at her. Her head was tilted to the side slightly and her dress gaped open and Laura could see her right nipple clearly.

"I wanted to know what it was like."

"And now you know, what do you think?"

Emma seemed uncomfortable and squirmed on the wall.

"I like it. I've done it lots of times since then. The last time was this morning. Last Monday afternoon, when you went to the loo, I followed you. Whilst you were in the far cubicle, I was next to the broken one. I heard you go and I did to. I reached down and ate it."

Laura stared at her shaking her head. She could barely believe that insecure Emma could even talk about this let alone do it, but there was something about her that was suddenly so different. Even in her drunken state she seemed to know her mind and she seemed so determined to continue. Emma squirmed and wriggled again. She giggled slightly - the alcohol was still most certainly doing what it does best...

"Bad Emma, naughty Emma..."

She looked down at the ground again. Laura looked at her. She felt sad and sorry for her and Emma's recent revelations didn't change that. She reached a hand out to touch her cheek,

'Bad Emma..."

"Come on Em, you're not bad."

"I am Laura, I've had a an accident."

Laura looked down at her. Even in the deep twilight she could see the stain on the front of her dress and the shimmer of water running down her left leg.

She lowered her self to Emma's height and spoke to her gently.

"Listen Em, there's nothing bad about you. You are young and you're experimenting and there's nothing wrong with that."

"Yes, but I want to do it with you Laura."

She looked up at Laura and Laura could see tears in her eyes again. 

"Why Emma, why would you want to do that with me?"

"Because I love you Laura and I want to do it with you. I want to do it with you. I want to eat from you."

"But I have a girlfriend Emma."

"I know."

A long pause hung in the air.

"Come on Emma, we need to get you back and cleaned up."

"I've made a mess Laura."

"Yes sweetheart I know, It's OK. Let's get up Em."

With that, Laura reached her arm out and helped Emma up. She seemed steadier on her feet than before. Her shoes were wet and then Laura saw that the back of her dress clung to her.

"Hold the front of your dress, we need to get inside and up to the room."

"Laura held Emma around the waist again and slowly they walked in to the hotel. Thankfully the foyer was empty and the left was waiting on the ground floor. Laura pressed the button and quickly she helped Emma in. The smell of Emma's accident was quite strong in the confined space. She quietly leaned back and saw the back of her dress was caked brown and there were brown stains running down her legs.

"come to my room Emma I'll clean you up."

Looking straight ahead, Emma nodded slowly. The lift seemed to crawl to the eight floor but when it did arrive, the doors opened on to a quiet corridor. Laura helped Emma to the door and then she opened it, she spoke,

"Let's get you in to the bathroom Em."

Laura helped the slightly wobbly Emma into the bath and then asked her to take the dress off. Emma refused.

"Come on Em, I need to get you cleaned up. There's nothing you've got that I haven't seen before."

You'll laugh at me. You'll think I'm deformed as well."

"Emma, I won't laugh. I promise, hand on heart I won't laugh."

Emma studied Laura for a few moments. Her face showed indecision and worry and she chewed her lower lip. Her fists clenched and then, after a few more moments deliberation she nodded.

"Lift your arms up Em."

Slowly, almost reluctantly Emma lifted her arms straight above her head. The bottom of the dress rose up above her knees and Laura could see slight brown stains trail down her legs.

Laura held the hem and slid the free up. Emma's camisole came with it. Laura dropped the torn soiled dress in to the sink and smiled at Emma. Immediately Emma dropped her arm protectively to cover her chest. Her charcoal pants were more baggy maxi than skimpy and sexy.

"Not so bad was it?"

Emma looked like she was about to cry. She clenched her fists again and bit her lower lip. Laura reached out her hand to touch hers. Emma seemed to freeze. Then she looked at Laura.

"Do you think I'm ugly?"

"No Emma, not at all. I think you're quite lovely."

Emma sniffed and slowly her arms dropped to her sides. Laura looked at her body. Emma's breasts were tiny but her aureola were pronounced and slightly puffy and her nipples pale pink and in the cool bathroom, prominent. Laura reached out her hand again.

"Let's take your panties off Em."

Emma flinched and drew back slightly. After a moment she seemed to relax and nodded. Slowly Laura reached out both hands and gripping the elastic she slowly slid them down. The sticky waste stuck to the gusset and Laura peeled them off her and let them drop in to the bath. Emma's movement had been semi-solid and the waste had spread up the front to mat her fine black pubic hair, Laura looked at her Mons and inwardly gasped. Even through the widespread mess Laura could see that Emma had large thick inner lips that hung some way down from her body, maybe an inch and a half. But what surprised Laura more was the size of Emma's clitoris. It was thick and prominent and protruded forwards about three quarters of an inch, The top part was hooded but the clitoris was smooth shiny and overall it reminded Laura of a small penis. Laura felt Emma staring at her.

Laura looked up, her face full of understanding.

"Emma, women come in all shapes and sizes. You have long lips and a very large clitoris and believe me when I tell you this, some women would beg to have what you have."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Really, really."

"Come on, turn around, we need to get you cleaned up."

Emma slowly turned around, lifted her arms up and placed her head on her arms resting against the wall of the bath. Laura twisted around and reached for the toilet roll. Unravelling a large wad of it she turned back and slowly bought the paper to Emma's bottom. Emma flinched. Laura reassured her,

It's OK Em, we'll be done soon."

Emma made a small noise of agreement and Laura wiped her hand over the semi solid clumps, scraping them on to the tissue. Twisting around again she threw the paper in the bowl, unravelled more and went back to cleaning Emma. This time, with a firmer touch she rubbed the tissue in to the crease of Emma's small bottom, and indeed it was a small bottom with cheeks separate and rounded. Laura cleaned deeper again removing more waste until she could see the outline of Emma's small puckered anus. As she touched it with the tissue, she saw it contract slightly, Laura felt a tingling between her legs, a sense of arousal that along with the smell of waste was sending an all too familiar lubricating sensation to her vagina. Without even realizing it, she licked her lips. 

"There, we'll turn the shower on in a minute and clean you up, but turn around so I can clean your front."

Emma lifted her head away from the wall and slowly dropped her arms to her side and carefully turned around, She looked at Laura,

"Thank you Laura for helping me. I feel so stupid. You must think I'm an idiot."

Laura shook her head.

"No Emma, not at all. I think you've had a terrible time and I think people have been horrible to you. They are idiots, morons... Stupid bloody morons."

Reaching out she held Emma's hand and smiled at her.

"Almost done Em."

Emma looked down as Laura gently rubbed her pubic hair of the mess and then reaching behind she turned on the water to the bath, pulled up the button for the shower attachment and turned the spray towards Emma.

"No, I want to show you."

"Show me what?"

As Laura stood kneeling by the bath, shower attachment in hand, Emma turned around. With her left hand she reached into the crack of her bottom, scraped her fingers inside and pulled out a hand full of her wet and strong smelling waste.

"Emma what are you doing?"

Without replying, Emma put her fingers in to her mouth, scraped them along her teeth and then withdrew them.

"Emma, stop it."

Laura watched as Emma opened her mouth showing her tongue coated in her waste, she closed her mouth and swallowed. Then, looking at Laura she spoke,

"See, I told you I could do it. Please Laura, let me do it to you. Please."

Laura stood transfixed. She did not know what to do. To do it would in a way be unfaithful. But Emma.... There was something about Emma that needed this and there was something else to, something that was dawning join Laura in a way she had not realized until that point. Laura really did like Emma and the affection was more than sexual. Emma's heart was thumping, her head could barely think of what to say next. She took a deep breath and spoke,

"Do you know what you're asking me Emma?"

Emma nodded and then, with a voice almost breathless with confessed emotion and pent up desire, whispered,

"I love you Laura, I've loved you for a few months now. You're... You're just what I've always dreamed of having. I ate it because I wanted to show you that I would do anything for you. Anything."

Laura's heart pounded. She just stared at Emma's face and then, without even realizing it she felt her eyes cast lower to Laura's puffy nipples and then lower again to her shit smeared clitoris and hanging creased labia. She licked he lips. Emma took a small, almost imperceptible step towards her.

Laura looked down at the bath. The water from the shower attachment swirled around Emma's feet and then slowly Laura put the attachment back on it's stand, turned off the water and using her arms to lift her body up, she got to her feet. All the while she was thinking about her life and her relationships. Never, not even in their most intimate moments had Angela expressed love towards her. Yes, there was intimacy and great caring, but love... No, not like this. Not this, not what Emma was doing. 

Laura looked at Emma, reached her arms out and slowly caressed her cheek. Then, stepping forwards she moved to kiss her. Emma stepped towards her and their lips met. Slowly, uncertainty Emma kissed Laura back and then, taking the lead, Laura pushed her tongue in to Emma's mouth, tasting the strong flavors of her waste. Emma's tongue was uncertain and then, finding its true purpose she kissed back hard. In the rising heat of arousal, Laura's hands slid closer, first to the curve of her back, caressing it and then to her bottom. 

She felt Emma sigh, her tongue stopped moving and then, carefully and with deliberate intent, Laura slid one finger first around her dirty rosebud, to circle it and then pushed it in.

Emma groaned and held her tight. Laura pushed in deeper, probing the greasy opening and pushing firmly feeling Emma's muscle resistance drop slightly. Gently Laura withdrew her finger and then, tracing it up her back, over her shoulder, across Emma's left nipple and then her right, she moved it towards her mouth. Breaking the kiss, she she drew her finger over her tongue and then slowing closing her mouth in a pout, she sucked it.

Emma held on to her waist and her hands gently slid up Laura's body to rest on her breasts. She moved her hands underneath and then opening her fingers she spread them wide and watched how they barely covered even half of each breast.

Laura let the finger slip from her mouth and then, looking at Emma she lifted her own hands to cover Emma's and squeezed them hard against her breasts. laura guided Emma's hands to the buttons ad then, understanding what she wanted, Emma released the top few revealing the top of her sagging breasts.

With the buttons undone Emma's cleavage gaped open. Laura reached to her dress hem and then slowly lifted the dress above her head. Lowering her large fat arms to her side Laura took hold of Emma's hands and placed them on her bra covered breasts. Emma's hands moved to caress the surface slowly, almost transfixed, but then, gaining in confidence she slipped her small fingers inside the bra to touch her pierced nipples. She rubbed each pierced nipple and Laura, reaching to her straps, slid them off her shoulders. 

Laura's pendulous E cups dropped and after a moment of staring Emma lifted them.

"They are so heavy. I never imagined they would be so much Laura."

Laura nodded and smiled and reaching underneath, lifted them higher and offered them to Emma. Emma leaned forwards and so slowly she put out her tongue and touched the tip and made it wet.

"Don't be shy Em, they won't bite."

Emma leaned forwards a bit more and put her mouth over the offered teat. She kissed cautiously and them gently sucked. Laura exhaled and then reaching forwards to Emma she held her close as she continued sucking. After a few minutes of sucking Laura, breathing heavily with arousal spoke,

"Come on Em., wash your bottom and lets go to bed. It's late and you need your sleep."

So reluctantly Emma let go her mouth's hold on Laura's nipple and then slowly, whilst turning to the bath taps she said,

"You're beautiful Laura. I can't believe you're doing this with me."

And nor could Laura. She did not answer, but turned to leave the bathroom.

"Be quick Em."

She closed the bathroom door and then outside let out an audible gasp followed by,

"fuck, shit, fuck, fuck... fuck. Laura, what the fuck are you doing woman?'

Her heart and head were pounding. She felt so conflicted. She felt so confused, guilty even and she knew that she was betraying Angela. Yet, she knew that she had to do this. There was some part of Laura that had been resisting Emma; some part that had, for a few months now denied that she felt stirings and 'something' for this skinny, immature almost waif like young woman.

"Fuck it, I can't... I mustn't."

To no avail. The words came from her conscious thoughts, yet she knew that this night she was going to do something with this very young woman that was going to change both of their lives. She had no idea where this was going, but Laura, standing in just her panties behind the bathroom door panting knew that when Emma came out of that room, life was not going to be the same.

Laura looked at her self in the mirror above the dresser and shook her head. Her face was sweating and flushed, her hair damp was lank with steam and she knew she felt the sweat from the rolls of her belly down her legs. No matter she thought and reached for a towel she had draped on a chair from her earlier evening's shower.

She reached down to her underwear and pulled hem off. he gusset was thick with her mucus and the smell of arousal was strong. Idly she rubbed her fingers through her secretions then, placed a finger on her clit, ran it up and down her fat pad covered slit and then delved within. She felt soaking and so very aroused. She drew the wet finger to her mouth and tasted the warm, thick strong flavoured wetness. turning away from the mirror, she threw her clothes 

from earlier on to the chair, drew back the duvet cover and climbed in to bed.

Laura lay on the bed no more than a few moments before she heard the shower tap close and then, a few moments later, a glistening wet Emma emerged. Her hair was damp and her face flushed and as she emerged, towel around her waist, she let it drop to the floor as she walked towards the bed. 

Laura watched her move, the tiny amount of breast tissue shivered as she took steps and she followed her every movement as she came around the side of the bed that Laura was on and climbed in next to her. Laura turned to her side and faced her. Her large rolls of belly fat almost covered Emma and she felt so self conscious of both the age and size difference between them.

Emma lay next to her. She had not said a word since coming in the room. It was obvious from her body language that her sense of expectation was immense. Laura studied her for a few moments and spoke.

"How are you feeling?"

"Nervous."

I can't quite believe i'm doing this... with you."

"Me neither. I never imagined this Emma. Ever."

"I did. Lots of times."

"Really? Why?"

"There's just something about you Laura... you're..."

"Don't say perfect, because I most definitely am not."

"No, I was going to say, sexy."

Laura laughed. She hardly thought her self that. In fact, it was probably the last thing she thought she was.. She laughed and reaching towards Emma, she moved to kiss her. Emma responded immediately and their tongues explored each others mouths for some time.

Emma withdrew first. She lifted her self up slightly and then spoke forcefully,

"I mean it Laura, I want to do... you know... eat from you."

Laura gave her a considered look and then spoke slowly.

"You sure Emma? Once you do this, there's no way you can undo it. It's not exactly something you can forget either."

"I know Laura. I want to do it with you."

"Can we do it now?"

Laura looked at her. From her kisses it was obvious that Emma had never kissed anyone before... she was obviously a virgin... but some virgin who wanted to eat shit more than have sex. Blimey she thought, this girl is something else.

"Get the towel Emma."

Emma slid out of the bed to pick up the wet towel she had dropped on her way in the room. Emma pulled her self up and threw back the duvet. Thinking of the most comfortable way to to is, she hatched a plan.

"Bring those two chairs close."

Motioning to the two dressing table chairs, Emma went to them and dragged them across the red and cream checked carpet. Laura positioned them side by side and then, sliding across the bed to the chair, she left a gap between then and positioned her self between the two chairs. She pulled her cheeks hard apart and sat down, almost forcing her weight downwards to leave her anus open and visible. Emma watched her and then, seeing what Laura was doing, she dropped to her knees and placed her self under Laura's anus. She was too far away she thought. Sliding her self up again, she panted,




Laura's Moment



The rest of the day passed slowly, in fact, time dragged until 5:30. Laura left the offices and drove the short journey home in darkening skies with just the hint of a break in the clouds. 

"What shall I have for diner tonight then?"

Laura asked out aloud in the car.

"Aah, I know, a pasty will hit the spot."

So, a slight detour to the local convenience store was made and several pasties and a bag of salad were bought. On her way out of the shop she saw Angela on the other side of the road She was walking in the direction of home.

She called out to her.

"Angela... Angela... hello."

No response. Quickly, Laura put the food on the back seat of the car, took off her jacket and pulled out of the car park. She stopped opposite Angela and lowered the window.

"Hi Angela, do you need a lift home?"

"Oh hi Laura, oh that would be lovely. I"ve been on my feet all day. That would be great."

Laura drove a small hatchback car and by the time Angela got in Laura and Angela"s proximity could best be described as "cosy". 

"It's a fair old walk home from here Angela I thought you might have taken the bus."

"Oh no, the bus from here takes such a daft route to our place that it's actually quicker to walk. I'm just a bit tired today, I didn't sleep much last night."

Laura quickly looked across at Angela who was looking ahead. Laura noticed that Angela was wearing a dark green dress with quite a plunging V neck. Her cleavage was impressive. In fact, as Laura came to reflect upon later, it was probably the longest cleavage she had ever seen.

"Where do you work Angela?"

"I work in the plus size underwear store in the Lanes. I am what they call the "perfect roll model" for the products."

She laughed openly and smiled at Laura and through the corner of her eye Laura could see her breasts giggle heavily at her laughter and the movement of the car over bumps.

"There'd be no point in having a skinny-minny A cup trying to advertise J and K size bras. That would be a bit daft."

Laura glanced sideways again to see Angela smiling to herself. Laura thought how comfortable Angela was with her body and her body image and with another sideways glance her eyes dropped down to the thick rolls of her tummy and her legs. For all her top weight, Laura noticed that Angela had slim legs and she was wearing a very decent pair of heeled shoes. In fact, the whole ensemble made Angela very attractive - sexy almost.

Laura tried to concentrate on driving, but there, yet again was a tingling within her body that was both new and unexpected. Driving in the stop-start-traffic was having a very stimulating effect upon Laura. The small car, with it's firm suspension was arousing her clitoris in ways that were making Laura feel heady. 

"How was your day Laura?"

"Oh it was fine. Nothing special really, I manage one of the buildings on the new business park and there's always something that needs doing."

"That sounds interesting - more fun than my job I suspect."

Laura didn't reply for a moment, then she said,

"I guess the recession has hit your business."

"Yes it has, but funnily enough the kind of customers we have aren't the sort who are worried about spending 100 pounds on a bra and pant set. A lot of it is repeat business and it's OK actually."

"Oh good, pleased to hear it."

"Maybe you should try it Laura, you are certainly typical of the type of customers who need a decent bra - what are you; an E?"

Laura blushed slightly.

"DD actually."

Laura felt Angela's eyes studying her bosom.

"Ummm, I think you'll find that you are wearing the wrong bra. I can see the strap lines digging in to your shoulder and I can see the bra is too tight around your ribs. Maybe you should come in for a fitting."

Laura felt a little uncomfortable. She felt awkward having this conversation with someone little more than a stranger and someone who gave her butterflies in her stomach. Laura also realised she was completely dripping wet between her legs. She felt that the gusset of her pants were completely sodden and when she moved her legs slightly, just for a moment she thought she smelt her own secretions. She closed her legs tightly and wished the journey to end.

Angela spoke.

"Here, I'll give you my card - we also do home fittings you know and if you would like, I can come over to yours, or you can come to mine and we can do a proper fitting in private."

"Thanks Angela, I'll bear that in mind for the future."

Laura felt a sense of relief when they pulled in to their estate and more so when she parked the car outside Angela's house. 

"Thanks for the lift Laura, much appreciated."

Angela's smiled a big beaming smile at Laura. Angela had few lines and her eyes were a beautiful light grey. She had a few freckles on her cheeks and for a woman in her late fifties looked very good. As she bent down to say good bye, her green dress gaped open and Laura saw for the first time the enormous size of Angela's bust. It took her all her efforts not to stare. Angela smiled at her. 

"Do you want to come in and share some diner?"

"No thanks Angela, that's very kind of you, but that's OK."

"Another time then?"

"Yes, sure, that would be nice."

Some part, deep within Laura's brain started yelling at her.

"Ok then, bye Laura."

"Bye Angela, see you soon."

Laura closed the window and turned the car around.

"Stupid woman, what were you thinking?"

She said it out loud in the car. Then, in an impulsive moment, she pulled the car over to the side of the road, grabbed her shopping, locked the car and walked the few steps back to Angela's front door. 

"What are fuck are you doing woman?" 

She said it out loud to herself in the moments between ringing Angela's door bell and waiting for her to answer. There was some delay before Angela answered the door. She had changed. Gone was the smart green dress, replaced with a light white cotton top and red leggings. She looked hot and flushed.

"Oh hi Laura, you ok?"

"Yes, I was thinking, I bought these pasties for diner and rather than you cook, we can have these."

"Oh lovely, come in. Go in to the lounge. I'll turn the oven on and we can eat in a while. Fancy a drink?"

"Tea please."

"No, I meant another drink - wine, beer, spirits? Something with a bit of a go to it."

"Oh I see."

Yes, red wine if you've got it. 

"Coming up."

Laura sat her self in the same seat as yesterday evening and after a few minutes of noises of clattering cutlery and crockery, Angela emerged from the kitchen carrying two big full glasses of red wine.

"Wow, that's a big glass."

Angela giggled.

"It's early, I know. I only have one glass a day... but it is a full glass!"

Laura laughed at Angela's giggling and there was something of an endearing innocence about her. She felt very comfortable in the company of Angela, almost as if she had known her for years and not just a few hours.

"Do you have any family Angela?"

"No just me, I was never one for kids and the marriage thing. There's been a few significant others as I like to call them along the way, but not for a good fifteen years now. I am slowly becoming that thing they used to call the Spinster of the Parish. How about you?"

"No, not at the moment, not for some time really. The last one was a man called Robert, but that was ten years ago now and to be honest, I haven't seen anyone that interests me or is interested in me." 

Angela's eyes took on a slightly mischievous look. She replied,

"Nothing wrong in being single. In fact, let's have a toast!"

Raising her very full glass, she said in a proud and almost defiant voice,

"To single ladies... and all the shapes and sizes they come in."

Laura stood, lifted her glass, chimed it gently against Angela's.

"Indeed... to single ladies."

"Right, where are the pasties. Time to stick them in the oven. Why don't you take your jacket off Laura? Be comfortable."

"Thanks I will."

Laura, often self conscious about her own bust being as she would call it "on show", was quite happy to remove her jacket in Angela's house. There was something about being around Angela that she felt was very liberating. Angela stuck her head around the living room door just as Laura was taking her jacket off.

"Laps or table?"

"Sorry?"

"Do you want to eat on your lap or at the table?"

"Oh table will be better. I'll only end up dropping something on your floor otherwise Angela and that would be embarrassing."

"OK, table it is then."

Five minutes later the food was served and Laura and Angela were seated at the table.

"It's nice to have the company Laura, it's been some time since I've shared a meal at home with anyone.

"How come?"

"Well I don't have that big a social circle and since I've lived by myself most of my life, food is often a solitary affair. I've kind of gotten used to it and in some part it explains why I am big - I skip meals and eat rubbish a lot of the time. It's more fun cooking for two and it's something that I don't have many single friends that are in to having a meal and chatting."

Laura detected a note of sadness in Angela's voice. She could not quite place what it was and rather than pussy foot around the subject she thought she might just as well come out with what she was thinking.

"Does it worry you being big? I mean, are you comfortable being your size?"

There was a long pause. Angela put her cutlery down and looking at Laura she said,

"There's a lot of prejudice around big people. OK, I'm not huge, but I am a size 18 and I am at times self conscious. People can be cruel and they have been in the past. I tend to steer clear of those who judge - I have developed an almost instinctive sense of knowing who will judge and who will not."

"I don't judge you Angela."

Angela looked hard at Laura. It was a completely open look that seemed to pierce Laura to her very core.

"Do you think that I would invite you in to my home if I thought you were going to judge me?"

Angela put her hand on Laura's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

"You've taken me quite by surprise Laura, I wasn't expecting a question like that, but thanks for asking. Am I that obviously shallow?"

"No, of course not."

It was Laura's turn to squeeze Angela's hand. She squeezed again and something softened in Angela eyes and something showed that Laura had not seen before.

"You are very sweet Laura, it's nice to have met you. Now come on, let's eat this before it gets cold and then you can have the undivided attention of a professional boulder holder placer and fitter!"

"Really?"

"Yes of course. I noticed yesterday when you were carrying the bags that your shoulders were hunched up. I always keep samples with me at home, you need to try them before you damage your body with an ill fitting bra."

They ate their diner talking about other things, mostly trivial and they agreed that of all the CSI series, Horatio Caine was the coolest character and definitely the most "shaggable". 

"I'll put these in the kitchen Laura, you go sit down."

Returning to the living room, Laura more slumped down on the sofa than sat down. The alcohol and the moment were making her feel quite heady.

Angela spoke from the bottom of the stairs,

"I'll get my samples."

Laura was nervous. After several more large gulps of wine and a couple of deep breaths she heard Angela call out from upstairs. 

"I'll be a couple of minutes. Close the curtains will you. We need privacy -- don't want to give the neighbours a show!."

Indeed not Laura thought as she got up to close the curtains and when she returned to the sofa, Angela had started coming down the stairs with some bras in her hands.

"Right, I've got sizes 38 to 42 and DD to H. I've bought a few as every manufacturer is slightly different. Don't be alarmed if you're bigger or smaller than you think you are, most people are."

"Err ok. You sure about this Angela?"

"Sure, come on, take your blouse off. You really haven't got anything that I haven't seen at least twenty times today already."

Angela dropped the bras on one end of the sofa and Laura started to take her blouse off.

"I'm a bit nervous Angela. Ideally I would like to have showered before I did this. I don't feel particularly clean."

"Doesn't matter, don't worry, it's not a problem."

Laura didn't feel particularly reassured by Angela's comments, but oh well, she thought, what the hell. She does it for a job and tits are tits after all. She undid her bra and then Angela reached behind her.

"Here, let me help you. I can see already that the straps are cutting in to your shoulders. You're like me -I think you'll need the styles with slightly wider straps."

Laura felt the bra release around her chest and then felt her bosom fall slightly as the support was taken away. 

"Your bra is too tight. You do need a different size. That's obvious to see. Put your arms down so I can see if your bust is symmetrical."

And there stood Laura, in the living room of a woman, who until a day before was unknown to her, but who she had masturbated fantasizing over graphically over a number of times today already. She felt very exposed, very vulnerable but also extremely turned on. To her immense discomfort, Laura felt her nipples harden and goose bumps start to appear on her chest.

"It's cold in here Laura, ill turn the heating up."

Phew, she just thinks I'm cold. Laura felt a sigh of relief as Angela adjusted the thermostat and came back with a pale peachy lacy bra. 

"Right, this one for starters. Lets try it on and see how it fits."

"Ok, what size is it?"

"Never mind that for now, try it on."

Laura threaded the bra through her arms and then Angela stood behind her and did it up. Laura was so conscious of Angela's proximity. Never had a woman stood so close to her, never been so "intimate" with her in such a matter of fact way. 

"How does it feel? Turn around, let me see."

Angela gave an appraising look at Laura. This one is the right size around the ribs - you're a 42 and this is a DD, but it's too small as too tight. You need an E."

"Bloody hell, really?"

"Yes Laura, you are a 42 E, not a 40DD. Also, we need to change the style and get you one with more padding on the front."

"Oh, is it that obvious?"

"Well Laura, you are indeed blessed with long nipples and that requires a suitable bra -unless you want people to either stare at you or you go around with tissue paper stuffed in to your bra all day."

"I do that most days anyway. At work I don't take my jacket off, but it's embarrassing having long nipples."

As she spoke these words, Laura felt her nipples harden even more. She felt so many mixed emotions and one of them was most definitely a deepening sense of sexual arousal. Her clitoris was aching to be touched and she was feeling a heady mixture of alcohol and tiredness kicking in. 

"Right, take that one off, I have the perfect one for you."

Laura stood in the centre of Angela's living room. She was not cold, but mercifully Angela was putting her increasing sense of arousal down to her being cold.

"Try this one."

Angela stood behind Laura again and helped her do the clasps up. Angela put her fingers under the straps and pulled gently.

"Good fit at the shoulders"

Then she put her hands around Laura's ribs.

"Yep, good fit here to - definitely a 42."

Then she did something that Laura was not expecting.

Angela slid her arms between Laura's and lifted her breasts up.

"Good, well supported."

Laura thought it was just as well that Angela could not see her face. Angela's hands had brushed against Laura's nipples and in doing so she had felt the most intense flow of juices from her vagina. She felt sopping wet and she was so conscious that Angela could smell her sex.

"There, done. That will do for now."

Angela walked in front of a barely composed Laura and smiled a big smile of professional satisfaction.

"See, I said you were the wrong size. What a difference it has made. You carry yourself much better now. How does it feel?"

"Fine I think. I do feel different and my breasts do feel much less restricted than before."

"Good, you should be comfortable in your bra, not trussed up like a roasting bird."

Laura laughed.

"Right, ill take it off then - how much do I owe you?"

"Nonsense Laura, this one is a sample; you can have it for free."

"Oh no, I can't do that."

"Of course you can - how do you think we get so much repeat business - customer service darling, customer service!"

"I don't know what to say - thanks Angela. " 

"Not a problem. There is matching underwear to go with it. What size are you?"

Laura could have died of embarrassment. 

"I have a fat arse. I'm a 42."

"That's not fat at all - not compared to some of the err "arses" I see every day. I have different sizes here. Let me measure you properly and we'll get you the right size. Compared to me, your bottom is a little peach."

Laura blushed. 

"No, I'd hardly call it that. I hate my bum, I'm so self conscious of it."

Angela smiled at Laura in a reassuring way and Laura felt compelled to continue.

"I've always been self conscious of my bottom. I hate it. My big boobs are fine, but my bum makes me feel really self conscious."

"Nonsense, what you need is an impartial second opinion."

Laura looked at Angela. She felt very nervous and very exposed, but in some way what was happening to her was just what she needed.

"Take your skirt off Laura, ill measure you properly and you'll see just how well proportioned you are."

Laura felt compelled to comply. She undid the side zip and he skirt fell to the floor. She felt completely and utterly exposed, but more so than ever in her life, she felt that this was something she needed to do.

"Right, let me measure you."

Angela, for ever the profession stood behind Laura and slipped the tape measure around her bottom. She felt very vulnerable and then she remembered her scratch marks. She felt suddenly afraid.

"42. Ok, not a small bum, but one in proportion to the rest of you."

Angela stepped in front of Laura again. She looked straight at her, looked straight in to her eyes and said,

"Did you gouge your self?"

Laura's eyes dropped downwards. She felt suddenly utterly exposed and totally vulnerable. She wanted to curl up in to a ball and hide. She felt ashamed and embarrassed, but compelled to answer. Angela had asked in such a way that not answering was impossible. She knew she could not lie either, that Angela would see straight through any mistruth. She spoke awkwardly,

"Yes, this morning."

"Why, what happened - do you want to get dressed? do you want to talk about it?"

Laura looked at Angela. Her earlier sexual tensions had been replaced with a drying gusset and a sense of sexual arousal now returned to absolute zero and replaced with a sense of deep shame. She did not know what to do. Angela broke the awkward moment.

"Here, let me get you a robe."

Angela walked up the stairs and as she did, Laura stood in the living room wondering how on earth she had got her self in to a position where this woman, with whom she had very intense sexual thoughts, was asking her about why she gouges her bottom with her nails. Part of hr felt like running home, but another deeper part felt compelled to stay. The two sides of Laura's conflicted mind fought and all Laura felt was a rising tide of uncertainty. Too late to dress now though as Angela came down the stairs with a soft fluffy bath robe that Laura gratefully covered her self with.

"Come sit down Laura, talk to me."

And she did, much to her great surprise, Laura found herself talking to this almost stranger about how she hated her body and just wanted to accept her self for who she is.




Laura's Moment



Angela listened to everything Laura said. She did not say a word. She listened, she smiled and nodded at times and she never, not for even a moment let her eye contact with Laura break.

"Do you ever like your bottom?"

Laura looked at Angela and Angela's eyes burrowed deep in to her.

"Sometimes."

"When?"

A long pause followed.

Angela smiled at her and nodded her head in understanding, encouraging her to continue.

"They look quite fresh though; did you do that last night?"

"No, this morning."

"This morning?"

"Yes, I could not help myself. I was having this fantasy that made me feel very guilty and then I felt that I had to punish myself. It's hard though, it's so confusing that I hate my bottom, but it gives me pleasure."

Angela smiled intently. 

"What was so bad that you had to punish your self so hard? Those gouges must hurt."

Laura blushed deeply. She felt the hot flush build until it radiated throughout her whole body. She was ashamed to say anything, How could she say that she was masturbating dreaming that her fingers were buried deep inside the pussy and bottom of the women sitting right in front of her.

"Nothing really. It was silly and something that doesn't matter."

Angela looked at her intently. Laura felt the flush grow even more intense. My god, she knows.

"Stand up Laura. Stand up."

"Take the robe off."

Laura did not know what to do, but she complied. She felt confused, conflicted, unsure and very uncertain of what might happen next.

"Please Laura, stand up."

One side of Laura's mind won; reluctantly she did.

"Take the robe off."

She paused for a moment. She thought she was going to cry.

"Take the robe off Laura."

There was such kindness in Angela's voice that she just felt compelled to comply.

The robe slid off her shoulders and ended up in a crumpled heap around the floor.

"Take your bra off Laura"

Laura did. Averting her eyes from Angela and instead choosing to stare at the ceiling, she reached behind her back and without even thinking undid the clips and she let the bra drop to the floor to join the robe.

"Now take off your panties Laura."

A jolt of reality hit Laura. She seemed to refocus and clarity returned.

"I can't. I don't know you and you are a woman and you are a stranger that I barely know."

Angela looked at Laura and spoke.

"Laura, you are a beautiful sexy young woman who has a lovely, lovely body. You don't need to be ashamed of it, you just need to learn to appreciate and not be shy of the pleasures it can give you. You don't need to feel shame."

Laura just stood still listening. Moments passed. Then, reaching down, she slid her fingers into her underwear and pulled them down. She felt tears begin to form in the corner of her eyes.

The gusset flipped forwards. Black panties tell their own tale, and the slippery secretions sticking to both her thick pubic hair and the gusset told their own story of recent deep arousal. As did the smell. It was so obvious the Laura had been aroused. There was the sweet smell of female sexual arousal from between Laura's legs. Yet Laura's face showed a different picture, of a woman in deep personal conflict.

Angela studied Laura intently.

"Turn around Laura, let me see your bottom."

Reluctantly, Laura did. 

"You know, all that I see when I look at you naked is a beautiful sexy woman who just needs to come to terms with her own body. I've said it already, but there is nothing wrong with you."

Laura turned to face her, almost confrontational in stance and look. Tears streaked her face and she looked at Angela disbelieving everything she said.

Angela was leaning forwards on the chair with her chin resting on her hands. The top of her blouse gaped open revealing her deep cleavage. She continued to look directly at Laura, but said nothing.

"Yea, but I haven't told you want I do with my bottom."

"You said you scratch and gouge it."

""Yes and I do more."

Laura looked almost defiantly at Angela, daring her to be disgusted or horrified at what she was saying.

"What do you do Laura?"

Laura stared at her.

"I stick my fingers deep in to my bottom when I finger myself. When I cum I like to have my fingers deep in my bottom and deep in my pussy."

Angela looked at her. No reaction showed on her face. None at all.

"You find me disgusting don't you?"

Angela said nothing. Laura felt angry. She wanted to tell Angela what she did. She had never told a living soul, but now, right here, she was angry and upset. She continued in a tone of voice wavering and full of angry emotion.

"Then, when I've cum, I put my fingers in my mouth and suck them."

Angela said not a word.

"Did you hear me? I put my fingers into my bottom and suck them dry. I like it. But then afterwards I feel disgusted and I hate myself and I hate my body. I hate myself for being so disgusting."

She paused. Angela sat watching her face intently. She continued.

"You must think I'm disgusting. I'm... I'm... sick."

She reached down, pulled her pants up and almost choking back tears.

"This has been a terrible mistake. I have to go. Sorry Angela, you don't need to hear any of this. Sorry, sorry."

This was Angela's cue to stand up. She moved towards Laura whilst she was pulling her underwear upwards, put her arms around her and held her.

"No Laura, I don't think you're sick at all. I think we all have sexual needs and we need to do those things that we enjoy. There's no need to feel shame. Please don't. And please, don't go. Not now, not like this, Stay at least and have a cup of coffee." 

Laura felt herself sink into Angela's arms. She started sobbing. The tears came falling down her face uncontrollably. She was naked, she felt raw and she felt emotionally spent.

"I feel so confused. I've never felt anything really for anyone and yesterday I felt something in you that I never felt before. You have no idea what I've been thinking today, or what I've been doing."

Angela held her tighter and Laura became aware of the intimacy of their embrace. Angela kissed her on the side of her neck and then moved to break the embrace.

"Let me put the coffee on, get dressed if you want to, but really, you don't have to."

Laura put the robe on and for the second time that night she slumped in to the sofa. She was tired and empty, drained, but in some ways felt very different to how she felt even a hour before. Some part of her life that had been troubling her for so long was some how not the dark dirty secret she thought it to be; she had told someone and they had not screamed pervert! at her.

Angela returned with the Coffee.

"You know Laura, there is nothing wrong with enjoying your body or telling others how or what you enjoy. There is nothing wrong in what you desire. In fact, it's something I do myself and others I know... I have done the same."

The candor with which Angela spoke could not have surprised Laura more. She continued.

"I've enjoyed a full and varied sex life in my time. I've had men and women lovers and sometimes both at the same time. I have enjoyed my body in so many ways and I'm not shy of doing what I enjoy - even if others don't approve or like it. So what, it's my life and my body. "

Laura looked at her intently. Her mushy head was quickly refocusing and she felt the tingling between her legs returning, but this time it felt different. Angela continued.

"The thing is though, it's been a long time since I've felt an attraction towards anyone and yesterday when you helped me, to put it mildly I almost came in my pants. I saw you move in to your new house Laura and the moment I saw you, my heart skipped more than a few beats."

"I never imagined that we would even talk let alone be under the same roof. In fact, I never thought that you would even look at me, let alone for me have a chance to have a decent feel of your rather beautiful breasts. You have really no idea just how much I wanted to put my hands into your pants when I had my hands around your boobs."

Laura sat on the sofa wide eyed. She felt her juices streaming from her pussy.

"Why do you think I was smiling in your car earlier? I could smell your delicious pussy when you changed gear. Every time your legs moved, I got this wonderful smell from you. I think that if you went outside to your car now, you'd find a huge wet patch on the seat."

"When you left, I ran upstairs to change and I had my favorite toy in me before you'd even turned the car around. I could not believe it when you knocked on the door."

Laura sat there, holding her coffee not knowing what to say or do. She felt numb, dumbstruck almost. She barely had time to think.

"Well, I've seen your body and I've watched you eye up mine. Now I know I'm a fat old cow, but I want you to see me naked."

And with that, she put her coffee cup down. She stood up then, without another word she opened the buttons on her cotton top.

Angela let the top slip to the floor and then the trousers with it. She was wearing strange pants, thick with a heavy gusset and two vertical zips on the front paneling. A warmth of sticky air wafted in to the room as Angela slowly unzipped the front panel sides. Her public hair was very thick and laced with grey. As then when the front panel opened and fell forwards, Angela reached in and pulled out a still buzzing vibrator from her vagina.

"You have no idea how much I have cum since you've been here. I thought I was going to squirt all over the dining room floor when you squeezed my hand over diner."

She threw the vibrator on to the sofa and it bounced next to Laura. Laura could feel the vibrations through the sofa and she reached to pick it up. It was very warm and slightly sticky, but holding it felt the most natural thing to her. She turned it off. 

"Now you get to see my fat arse."

Laura watched at Angela pulled the girdle over her rolls of fat that sagged downwards. Then, facing Laura, she undid the front clips holding her bra. Her heavy sagging breasts rolled downwards on to her considerable belly to lie just about on the line of her navel. Laura was amazed at such a good job her bra did of holding her heavy breasts high on her chest.

"44H Laura."

"Laura, I'm not ashamed of my body in front of you. In fact, more than anything else, I want to share it with you... I want to give my self to you." 

Laura sat on the sofa, holding her coffee tight, not really knowing what to say or do. And then Angela did something most unexpected.

She turned around pointing her bottom towards Laura. Of course Laura knew that Angela did indeed have a large bottom, that was obvious but the detail she found rather sexy. The pale skin had stretch marks and dimples and the line between the two cheeks she found very arousing, to the point where she had a strong impulse just to get off the chair and go to Angela and kiss her bottom. Angela tuned around to face Laura again, completely naked. Her thick graying pubic hair was a matted mess of secretions and Angela reached down to pull her fingers through her bush, revealing a hard and thick Clitoris. Angela touched her self and then turning around again, she bent over.

What happened next amazed Laura. Angela reached behind, parted her cheeks and from the deep folds of her bottom, pulled from her rosebud a substantial bright red vibrating plug. Laura sat there transfixed. Angela turned to face Laura again and spoke.

"I liked what you said you do. In fact I would like it very much if they were my fingers in your bottom that I got to suck."

And with that, she took the vibrating dildo and started licking it. She clicked the switch off and put the whole toy in to her mouth and sucked it for a good few seconds.

Laura thought she was going to orgasm there and then. 

The screaming voice in her head from earlier now focused into a clearly audible thought; "Now or never girl. Now or never."

She stood up and walked towards Angela and without another moments hesitation she kissed her on the lips. She tasted flavours similar to those she had in the morning but muskier, stronger, sexier. They stood, in the middle of the living room tasting each other's most intimate secretions. Laura felt her juices pour from her vagina. As she embraced Angela and they kiss continued she felt her heart racing and her blood pounding. Her first kiss with a woman was more than she ever imagined and the musky taste of Angela's darker place was bringing her so close to orgasm. She broke the hold and then, almost breathlessly spoke,

"Angela I've never seen anyone do anything like that before. I thought it was just me who had such dirty thoughts."

Angela whispered in her ear.

"They are not dirty thoughts, they are just thoughts and they give you pleasure and there is nothing wrong in enjoying what you do."

Again she kissed Laura on her neck. Laura held her embrace for longer. She felt very secure and at peace in Angela's arms.

"Wait Angela, I need to wee."

"The toilet's at the top of the stairs."

Laura walked up the stairs and much to her surprise, Angela followed her. Laura felt embarrassed but so aroused as she felt Angela's eyes on her bottom as she followed her up. She went in to the bathroom, sat down and a naked Angela stood by the door looking at her smiling at her as she stared to urinate. Laura felt slightly embarrassed but at the same time she enjoyed the new sensation of being watched. She felt her clitoris tingle and her bottom start to open.

Then suddenly Angela reached forwards, grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet.

"Hold on" I'm not done yet."

"I know you're not. There's something about me you need to know. As long as you are in this house you will never need to use the toilet again."

"What do you mean?"

"Get in the bath and turn around."

Laura felt her bowels start to constrict. She had not had not emptied herself since yesterday morning and the signal sent when she had started to urinate was one now of an immediate need to release.

"Angela what do you mean?"

"Please Laura, get in the bath. I need to have you right now. Laura, I need to consume you. Please Laura, please just trust me."

Laura, driven more by the need to release than anything else, did what she was asked.

She faced the taps and then, with her hands on the mixer taps, she felt Angela get in the bath behind her. Angela steadied her self, gently slid down on her knees and then, cupping Laura's bottom in her hands, Laura felt Angela's tongue go straight to her bottom. It was a feeling she had never experienced before. It was intensely erotic and her deepest tormenting fantasy played out hundreds of times in her bedroom.

"Open yourself for me Laura. I know you want to. I love your bottom, it's perfect and I want to taste it all. Open Laura, give me your bottom."

This was all too much for Laura, the orgasm building since downstairs broke upon her, along with both the need to urinate and defecate.

"Angela, please, I need the toilet."

"No you don't. Trust me."

And with that, Laura felt her bottom open. The pressure from her contractions started to push out her waste and as it did, she felt Angela"s mouth clamp firmly around her anus. Angela held her tight, locking both her arms around her thighs, preventing even the slightest movement at all.

"Oh God Angela, what are you doing?"

Angela just squeezed her thighs harder and then, as if nothing else mattered, Laura felt the last of her inhibitions go and her need to purge overcome her. This is what Laura had always wanted. From the moment she had first sexually touched her bottom as a late teen, she had wanted to know what it would be like to have it kissed and sucked, but never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine that someone would dream of putting their mouth against her bottom and consume what she offered. 

This was Laura's moment. She felt dizzy with the drink and intense arousal of her darkest fantasy coming true, but aware enough to know that she had to relax fully. She eased her body closer to the taps and as calmly as she could, barely whispered,

"Oh god Angela how did you know?"

She felt Angela squeeze her legs gently - much more gently than last time and she felt her hands start to move up to caress her clitoris. One hand slid up to her clit the other began to burrow through her public hair deep in to her vagina. Laura started to feel more and more relaxed and her bowel movement seemed to last a full ten minutes and she almost willed her anus to stay open for as long as possible. With the last of it, she orgasamed with a complete sense of abandonment. Angela held on tight, but as it came to an end, her hands moved up her body to caress Laura's nipples.

Finally, after a full fifteen minutes Angela released her mouth from Laura's bottom. Laura felt her stand up and heard her breathing hard. Laura rose to her knees, turned in the bath and looked up at Angela. The corners of her mouth hinted at the story of her meal consumed, but that was it,. Her teeth we slightly discoloured and her breath held an earthy and so distinctive smell, but Laura was not at all phased by it. Angela spoke; the aroma of her breath was more pungent.

"I don't expect you to kiss me or share what I have, this is my thing Laura. I love it, I need it, but I'd understand if you don't want to kiss me. You don't have to."

Laura looked at Angela, this woman who had accepted her needs and desires without hesitation or question and then, without a further moment's thought she kissed Angela fully on her mouth. They kissed in the bath for what seemed like an eternity and then Laura, for the first time in her life let her fingers slip down through the wiry thatch of pubic hair into the vagina of another woman.

Angela groaned at the touch.

Laura, barely whispering asked,

"How did you know Angela?"

"I didn't, not until I saw the scratches. I used to feel the same until a long ago girlfriend did the same to me. The first time I tasted her body I knew this was something I needed."

Still in the bath they kissed again. Laura, continued caressing Angela's pubic hair and gently touching her clitoris through the folds of Angela's body. She was reluctant to stop out, but she feeling slightly cold.

"We need to get out. This is hardly the most romantic place to be and anyway, I want to explore you properly. I don't know what to do Angela, I've never been with a woman before, but I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone."

They kissed passionately, then carefully got out of the bath. Angela giggled again.

"Well this was most unexpected. I never thought my fantasy would come true!"

Laura looked at her. She could not keep her eyes off Angela's breasts and she just wanted to touch her properly and explore her body in a more relaxed way. The last few hours had been a whirlwind and something she would have never imagined possible. She followed Angela in to her bedroom. 

"We need some clothes - I think your panties are a bit too far gone for you to wear right now - I have some older smaller ones that will fit and some leggings. They are a bit tatty, but they will do."

Laura followed her in to the bedroom. Angela was bending down to look in her lowest drawers. Laura looked at her heavy dimpled bottom and for the second time that evening, felt completely overcome with her deepest urges.

Quietly she crept up to Angela and then, as she still rummaged around in the drawers, her bottom sticking in the air, she kissed it.

Angela froze. Laura kissed again, a small kiss on a deeper dimple. then she kissed again, more confidently and more vigorously. Then she bit, gently, but enough to leave a small red mark.

Angela groaned. Laura continued kissing. With each kiss she became more aroused and more excited by the bottom that she wanted to spend all night kissing.