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Dorm Daze Ch. 01

By: evilbread666



My name is Jack. I'm 5'8 and thin. Today is my first day of college. My girlfriend's name is Rachel. We've been dating for over a year now, since high school. She's super thin and pretty, with brown hair and brown eyes. We are going to the same college, Ohio University. The dorms are not coed, so we lived in separate dormitories. I hoped we wouldn't be super limited in seeing each other, but from what I had heard of college life, I feared the worst. I sent her a text.

ME: About to start first class. Here goes nothing...

RACHEL: What class?

ME: Biology. Dr. White.

RACHEL: Ouch. I heard his class takes a lot of effort. Good luck, I gots ART!! lmao

ME: Jelly. Wish me luck?

RACHEL: Good luck! Muah!

I walked into the classroom. It was a bit different from high school, but nothing too crazy. I was excited to get started. Unfortunately, science was not my strong subject. My major was business. I kept far away from chloroplast and cells and... atoms? Bleh. I needed these credits and that was the end of it. This would definitely be my challenge this semester. 

The teacher entered the room and dropped his stuff off at the desk. He was an older gentleman, with short white hair and a red polka dot bow tie. Very cool. He wrote his name on the chalk board. Dr. White. He seemed nice enough; I prayed he would have pity on me. I could not afford to screw up my scholarship because of a lack of understanding of the scientific method. 

As the class started, I feverishly took notes. He was a very detailed instructor, and to his credit, spent a lot of time on each topic. I was able to take notes fast enough to where I got the whole lesson in. I wasn't really sure if I fully understood it, but that would be for later. I was grateful when he said that was it for the lesson, and I was able to take a breather. I looked around, everyone seemed fairly relieved as well. Some of the people were sucking on their pencils, others were closing their laptops. I think all of us had heard enough.

He told us all to head to the lab, where we would be pairing up for the semester and solving an introductory problem. We all made our way to the next room. The lab was your typical school science room, with beakers and vials and sinks and the whole nine yards. I was certainly more excited to be in here than in the classroom. At least here I could see things and experience them, as opposed to just hearing about them. I snagged myself a table in the back. I felt if I got in the back, in the later classes if I felt behind I may be able to go over my notes in peace. It was a fool's dream, but I stood by it stubbornly. 

Everyone was pairing up, starting from the front and coming back. I wondered if there would be enough people to even give me a partner. I felt that it would most likely be to my detriment to be alone in the lab; I would not want to trust my scientific judgment over literally any of the other students. Hopefully someone would come by my table. As the class filled in there were only a few tables left with individuals. That was when I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

I turned my head to see a cute looking Asian girl. She was just a bit shorter than me, with black hair and dark brown eyes. She was very tan. But what caught my eye almost immediately after was her body. She was wearing a tight white shirt that appeared to be barely holding on. She was closer to the chubby side, though I would probably say it was more due to her breasts. To say they were huge would be an understatement. Especially on this smaller Asian girl's body, they jutted out like torpedoes from her sturdy frame. A quick guy measurement determined that they had to be bigger than double D's, if not bigger than Gs. Honestly, I couldn't pinpoint exactly how large they were. They were big. Something also big was her butt. She was wearing jean shorts, with the insides of the pockets sticking out below. Her legs were thick, really thick. In fact, I would venture to say that each thigh was almost as thick as Rachel's torso. If I had to make a guess, I would say she weighed around 160 pounds, maybe more. But all of that weight was dispersed in very... sexual places.

"Hey, is it okay if I join you?" she asked, in a bubbly, cute Asian voice. 

"Yeah, absolutely. I'm Jack."

"I'm Hitomi. Are you a Freshman?"

"Yes, and an overwhelmed one at that."

She giggled. "I hear you. I'm loving this class. Science is my major. I think the Dr. White is awesome."

"Well, I'm glad you're liking it. I'm just trying to stay afloat. I'm a business major, not a doctor. I can't make heads or tails of all this."

"Oh no!" she said. "Do you need help with this stuff? Maybe we could be study buddies. This stuff is super easy to me, I'm just worried about everything else."

I smiled at her. "I may need to take you up on that." My phone vibrated. Rachel texted me, asking how class was. I responded, telling her I was still in the lab, but it was a bit overwhelming. When I finished, I set my phone down on the table. Hitomi must have seen the picture, which was a picture of Rachel and me. 

"Aw, is that your girlfriend?"

"Her? Yeah."

"How long have you guys been dating?"

"About a year, give or take."

"Darn," she said. "All of the cute boys are taken. And here I was, about to ask you out. 

I'm sure I blushed enough to be considered red at that statement. "Well isn't that flattering. What would a girl like you see in a guy like me?"

"You're cute! And you're my type," she laughed. "Oh well, it doesn't really matter. You appear to have a certain type, pretty girls that are skinny. I'm not your type, I've got boobs and a butt!" With that, she pushed up her boobs with her hands, which, although normal in size, were dwarfed by her massive breasts. "Oh well, I guess I'll just keep eating. Are you ready to look at the assignment?"

I nodded. The thought of her spread eagle on a bed was dripping into my head. I had never been with a girl even remotely as thick as Hitomi. We worked on some of the lab stuff, but we distracted each other by our small talk. The professor stated that we could take it home and work on it on our own time. Hitomi suggested we finish it later that afternoon. We agreed on a coffee shop near campus. We said our farewells and headed out. 

Later that day, I showed up at the coffee shop. None of my classes after biology had been any sort of struggle. I was actually looking forward to our visit. We just had so much in common, with similar sense of humors. We got along famously, as an old person would say. And not for nothing, but she was pretty easy on the eyes. 

She showed up to the shop shortly after I arrived, wearing nearly the same clothes. The only difference was she was now wearing a tank top, and boy what a difference that was making. Her boobs looked incredible. She sat down next to me.

"Hey Jack. Glad you could make it." As she sat down across from me, her chest bobbing up and down, I couldn't help by steal a look. I saw other guys' eyes glancing at her chest as they walked by. I only hoped she hadn't noticed me ogling her. She already knew I had a girlfriend; I didn't want to look like a total creep to my new friend. We started working on our project, when she was approached by a male student.

"Hey girl, you looking for a man?"

She looked up and scoffed. "Does it look like I'm looking? He's right here." She pointed to me. What was she talking about?

He looked at me and said "lucky ass dude." He walked away. She picked up her drink and sat next to me. Her meaty thigh touched mine. 

"Is it chill if when we hang out, we just pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend? I legitimately can't stand the cat calls."

"Y-yeah, that should be fine," I said. It probably wasn't. But I was in no position to say no. We finished the actual work fairly quickly. She was surprisingly smart. I could tell that if we stuck together, I could learn a lot from her. Maybe this class wouldn't be so challenging after all, with her around at least. We got to talking about our lives. Again, we had tons of chemistry. She thought I was funny, and I her. We were laughing together like we had been friends for years. If I'm being honest, I felt like I had a better connection with Hitomi than Rachel. Granted, it was very early in our friendship, and if dating had taught me anything, it's that things are never the way they were at the beginning. But even still, I was mesmerized by the connection we had made.

She had been in a few relationships, but nothing serious. All of the guys she had dated wound up cheating on her for skinny girls. Perhaps she had developed some sort of complex. She claimed society didn't like girls with her body type. It was actually a bit sad to see a girl so down on herself. She had no reason to have body issues. 

A coffee store employee walked up to us. I hadn't realized it had gotten so late. The sun was down, and most of the people there had left. "Aw you guys make a cute couple."

"Thanks," said Hitomi. She leaned into me with a big hug. One of her breasts was pressing into my chest. The other was just bulging out there for me to see. Looking down was almost too easy. Those things were utterly massive. I had to squirm in my seat to try to hide my erection. 

We left the coffee shop shortly thereafter. We stopped outside. "Thank you for hanging out with me Jack."

"No, thank you Hitomi. You're the brains of the operation, I hope you know that. I'm going to need you this semester."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll bring something to the table as well." She giggled. We hugged, her big chest pressing against mine. "I'll see you later." And with that, she turned and walked away, her big butt staring me in the face. I checked my phone. 

RACHEL: How was everything? Are you that busy!!??

I walked home, preparing myself to tell her about my day, minus a detail or two.

Dorm Daze Ch. 02



I received a text from Hitomi a few days later. 

HITOMI: How's it going?
ME: I'm good. How are you?
HITOMI: Bored. How were your classes?
ME: They were fine. I'm trying to figure out this biology stuff. It's the first class and I already suck.
HITOMI: Want help studying? I can be your tutor!
ME: I think I could go for that. Want to come over?
HITOMI: For sure. We can talk about your payment when I get there. Cya soon!
ME: Payment?

She never responded to that last question. It was still pretty early in the day. It was a Saturday, and Rachel was working. I was free to do whatever I wanted, and I was imprisoned in my room, trying to cram biology into my less than willing brain. I was suddenly very excited to see Hitomi. Being with her for our limited time yesterday was a breath of fresh air. I have never been close to breasts of that magnitude before. Quite frankly, I didn't even know I was that into them until she bounced over to me. Now I couldn't stop thinking about them. Guilt crossed my mind thinking about Rachel, so I vowed I would not cheat, and nothing would come of us hanging out today. 

In only a few minutes, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to see Hitomi standing in the doorway, wearing a tank top very similar to the last one she wore, if not the same exact one. I swallowed hard. She was wearing some really short shorts as well. Her thighs rubbed against each other as soon as they started, and looked perfectly tanned. She had some extreme bedhead, with her long hair draped over her sizable chest. Her cleavage jutted out in front of her. Immediately, I knew my vow would be put to the test.

"How's it goin', study buddy!" she said, reaching in for a hug.

"Pretty much the most awesome weekend ever," I said. I wrapped my arms around her back, over her arms. Her breasts pressed against my chest again. I could definitely get used to hugging this chick. I couldn't resist the urge and looked down to see two massive orbs mashed together. It was motorboat city down there. I looked up to see her looking into my eyes, smiling. It would appear I had been caught in the act.

"Eyes up here perv," she said with a smirk.

"I, uh, well, no I-"

"I'm just kidding. You're my fake boyfriend, which means you get to look at them all you want. It's a business perk." She laughed. My god, her boobs were way bigger than Rachel's. There was no competition. Hitomi oozed sexuality, while Rachel was flat as a board. I wanted to dive head first in there and kiss them. I couldn't believe this girl was letting me do all of this. I had to resist; I was not single, and I was a good guy. I had to be responsible. Hitomi rubbed her finger along my back as we held each other. "Do you want to get started, Jack?"

I broke off from her eyes, which now that I noticed, were quite beautiful. "Uh, yeah, let's learn some biology. Is my bed okay?"

"Of course," she replied. She walked over to my bed and sat down. I followed her over and sat next to her. "Would you look at that? Our second date and you're already in bed with me!" We both laughed, me probably more nervously than she did. 

As we studied, I was so impressed by how well she knew her subject matter. She edged closer and closer the longer we sat together. She crossed her leg closer to me, and the size of her thigh was immense. Her ass must have been the juiciest piece of meat I had ever seen. At another point, she leaned back, puffing out her chest. When we finished studying, she surprised me.

"Now, for your payment..."

"Wait, I thought this was a friend thing! I have to pay you for it?" I asked, semi jokingly.

"Well, I don't need money. I need you to escort me to Target, and go clothes shopping. And you know my public rule, right?"

"I have to pretend to be your boyfriend?"

"You got it! Are you good with that?"

"It's only fair. Let's head out." The two of us left my place. I drove her to the nearby Target. It was so hot that she was all about me like this. We talked all the way over about our new classes and just school in general. I loved talking to her, she had such a fantastic personality. Every time I made her laugh, her chest bobbed up and down, which was distracting to the point I thought I may have hit a pedestrian or two.

When we reached Target, we walked around the women's section for clothes. I normally couldn't stand clothes shopping with a chick, but with her I had a really good time. She saw a picture of one of the models. "Look how tiny she is. Her body is like your girlfriend's body. That's what you like, huh? You're not into curves are you?"

"I'm into girls of all flavors," I said, feeling pretty suave.

She cackled. "Oh yeah? Who's prettier, me or that model right there?"

"I can't lie. You, of course. You've got it goin' on!" I said, trying to play it off cool. That question put me into a really weird spot.

"You're such a sweetie. Okay, I think I have enough stuff here. I'm going to try on these shirts. Want to be a bad boy and sneak into one of the stalls with me?"

"Are we allowed to do that? I don't know..."

"Come on!" She pulled me along. She got herself a stall, and while she was talking to the chick at the counter, I sneaked into her stall. She then walked in after me. When she closed the door, she leaned her back against the door and stared at me, biting her lip. "OK. So here's my problem. As you may have noticed, I'm a bit... endowed. If I wear shirts that go too low, I look skanky, and girls give me mean looks. But if I completely cover up, attractive boys like you have less to look at. So I need to find a comfortable median. Are you up to the task? It may involve a lot of staring at my rack, which you seem to have some skills in."

I laughed. "Okay okay, calm down, I'll help you out."

She turned around and took off her top. Her back was mostly revealed, minus the bra. While she wasn't thin by any means, her body didn't appear to have a whole lot of fat around the mid section. She looked pretty good from the back. She slipped on a blue shirt and turned around. The shirt was not very revealing, except for right on her chest, where it wedged downwards towards the center. I could see a decent amount of cleavage. 

"Pretend you don't have a girlfriend for like, one minute. I'm going to saunter over to you seductively. Tell me if it works." She slowly moved towards me. She placed her hand on my shoulder and motioned me to sit down. I obliged of course. As she got closer, her breasts were right in my face. "Hey sailor. Looking for a good time? Eh? Anything?" 

"Look, you're gorgeous, but I feel like this covers up too much. Try going way the other direction, and we can go up from there."

She winked at me. "You know I like you more and more each time you open your mouth." She turned and took that off. She got herself into a very revealing tank top. This one was even lower than the one she came in with. "Trying this again. Ahem. Hey sailor. Looking for a good time?" She slowly made her way up to me. Her boobs were right there in my face. She reached her hand around the back of my head and massaged it. I could feel her slowly pulling me in. I was in no position to fight it.

"You know, I'm only in town for one night," I acted. "We have to leave come daylight tomorrow morning."

"Well, you sexy sailor you, maybe I could make your stay here a bit more memorable. She put her knees on either side of me. Her breasts were now directly in front of me. She was now whispering. "I need to test how easy access the shirt is..." She then put more pressure on the back of my head. With her other hand, she guided my hand to the side of her boobs, still straining against the fabric of her tank top. My other hand instinctively moved to the other one. They were so squishy and bulky. I could feel my hands gently sinking into her chest meat. Her mouth was right up against my ear now. "How do they feel?"

"They feel amazing," I said. I was completely under her control. Guilt wasn't even on my mind, though it obviously should have been.

"Let's go further." She pulled me in, and my face mashed against them. My face was deep in her cleavage. It felt absolutely amazing. I couldn't believe how vast they were. They were massive fleshy pillows. "Mmm..." she said, cooing. Her fingers were running through my hair. Both of her hands were working against the back of my head. I squished her tits together and let them go, letting them bounce against my cheeks. I turned my head back and forth, trying to get all over her prominent chest. I felt so incredibly comfortable here, it just felt right. And then, she pulled me out, and our eyes met, hers looking down at mine. We both just stared at each other for a few hour long seconds, and then she pulled me in and kissed me. We made out for a solid 2 minutes. Her tongue met mine and they swam together. It was wet and sticky, and I thought I was going to cum just from that. Our lips smacked off of each other. 

"Baby boy, my tits are all yours," she whispered to me. Still at chest level, she pulled me back in to the biggest pair of breasts I had ever been up close and personal with. "God you are so cute," she said to me. "Can I be your little secret?"

"Yes," I mumbled. 

"Can you come over to my place? I want to spend more time with you."

"Anything," I heard myself say. 

"Go ahead of me. I'll follow you out." I slipped out, to a bewildered attendant. She followed after a bit, and we headed out to my car. I was a zombie for her, and I had never felt more excited in my life.



Dorm Daze Ch. 03



Hitomi and I made it back to her dorm fairly quickly. We had just done some things I'm not too proud of, considering my current relationship status. Looking at her large breasts and thick thighs, I couldn't say I wouldn't do it again though. It was clear that I lacked self-discipline and control.

She received a text message. "Oh shit," she said. She was looking very hot and bothered. "My roommate is home. I don't want to do anything with her being there. There's no privacy in these fucking dorms!"

My permanent hard on was getting sad. "Umm, okay okay, what should we do then?"

"There's a parking lot over here. Want to pull in there and make out?"

She had me at 'there's'. The car tires squealed as I turned into a local parking lot. It was a structure that was essentially abandoned, at least at the moment. I figured if we parked somewhere in the back, we could get away with it, without making a scene. I had a feeling that this would be a memory I would both be looking back at, and also regretting, for a long time. I had Rachel in the back of my mind, small, skinny Rachel who I thought I was attracted to. But here to my right was Hitome, an exotic, beautiful, incredibly busy girl who, for some reason, was totally in to me and wanted to make out with me in my car. Rachel was thin as a rail, prim, and proper. Hitome had big boobs and a big butt, both of which I could sink my teeth into and bury my face in. The way she looked at me with her big eyes was so unlike anything I had seen from my current real relationship, at least for as long as I could remember.

As we found a place to park, she fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat. I could tell she was ready to go. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her hands groping her large busom, adjusting it to look somehow even plusher in her tight white tank top. When she pushed them together, they exploded over her bra's threshold, and the overboob alone was vastly larger than any breasts I had ever touched before, let alone my small breasted girlfriend. This was a real woman; my girlfriend was nothing in comparison.

I put the car in park under the shadow of concrete, and leaned back in my driver's seat chair. "That was the hardest ride of my life. And from the looks of it, it was the hardest drive of yours." She of course was referencing my throbbing cock, which, while not massive by any means, was creating a noticeable pipeline in the upper thigh of my jeans. She seductively climbed over the center console of my car, her wide hips rotating with surprising finesse, and put one knee on either side of me. The position she was in could not have been comfortable, as my car is a sedan, not an SUV, and her knees where pinned in between me and the hard plastic of the car. She showed no signs of discomfort however, and in fact looked like she was in heaven.

Her finger slowly traced up the center of my chest, her large breast bulging in front of my face, and her thick thighs tenting over my lower torso. She tossed her long dark hair back messily behind her, resting her smooth arms on my shoulders. My hands found comfort on her hips, kneading them and feeling the curvature of her meaty thighs. She leaned back a bit, puffing out her massive chest. Her two gigantic round orbs were dripping with sex appeal, begging to be sucked like sweet delicious melons. "So I have a question for you," she said, a slight hesitation in her otherwise low and sexy voice. I could barely keep my mind straight.

"What's that?" I asked.

"What do you like about me that your girlfriend doesn't have?"

For a second, guilt knocked on my brain's door and asked if anyone was in there. The blood rushing towards my cock proved too strong. Her huge tits were literally inches from my face, essentially on a tray being served up to me. One of her hands reached up from my shoulders and stroked the back of my head, through my hair. "I mean, um, you're really beautiful. Cool, smart. I feel like we could hang out forever..." She slowly gravitated towards me, her breasts gracing my face gently. My right hand pushed underneath her tight booty shorts and felt the softness of her butt cheek, pinching it gently and massaging it.

"Is that all?" she asked. She rotated her chest, her breasts lightly tapping me on either cheek. The white fabric of her small tank top was pressing into my face, my nose peeking over into her cleavage. Her mouth was now hovering next to my ear, her heavy breathing pumping heat into the left side of my brain.

"Well... you also have a few qualities that I find simply irresistible."

She laughed. "Are you talking about my breasts, dirty boy?" She plunged forward, trapping my head between her pillow-like chest and my car seat. I nodded, or made what was meant to be a nod, and probably a muffled 'yes.' "Boys are always looking at them. Boys love them and girls hate them. I can see in their faces how much they hate me when they seem my boobs bouncing around. Their boyfriends always stare, and their packages bulge. But they're never my type. I like cute, skinny boys, boys that I can take home stay there with. You drive me wild, Jack. And knowing you like me over your skinny, small breasted girlfriend makes this all the hotter."

I felt like I was going to explode in my pants. Somehow, I felt like I was thinking the same thing she was. We were on the same playing field sexually right then and there, basking in the darkness of our actions, celebrating the evils of passion. Her irresistible body urged on me, begging to be touched and groped, like feeling for a light switch in the dark. My face was consumed by her enormous rack, and my hands reached up and cupped her supple breasts in support. There was so much flesh and body her, my two hands were simply not enough. I kneaded and squeezed, gently of course, and my fingers seemed to want to sink in. I had never experienced anything like this in my life, and today my life had completely changed.

She pulled back a bit, and I was able to look up at her. Her eyes stared back down at me, and in that moment, there was a clear connection between us, a heat that pulled us together. My faced resting between her boobs, her lips approached mine and I tilted up a bit. Our lips locked together in a wet passionate kiss, our tongues wrestling in our mouths. Every suck of the mouth left my manhood begging for more, grasping desperately at her soft, plump cushions. She made soft mmm sounds as we made out. Her head moved back and forth, left to right, her body slowly dancing in place like she was giving a lap dance. "Your girlfriend doesn't have tits like these, does she?" she quickly blurted, in between kisses.

"No she doesn't," I replied trying to keep up. She bounced up and down, her large and now disheveled breasts jiggling in the process, rippling like a round ocean. Our crotches were grinding together; if we were naked, we would be having sex in this position for sure. And god did I want to. Her grip on the back of my head tightened and she thrust me hard into her tits. I kissed and bit them furiously. They wrapped around my head, smothering me in their silky smooth embrace. I felt so safe and warm in her bosom, a feeling I had never felt with my current girlfriend.

And all of a sudden, she paused. She didn't pull back, so my face was still resting on her chest. "I think I feel something." Sure enough, it was my phone. She pulled it out. Rachel was texting me. "Can I look at the text, baby?"

"Mmhmm," I replied.

She looked at it. "She's asking if you guys are going out tonight. She wants to know what you want to eat."

"Tell her I am too busy with homework and I can't make it."

She paused for a moment. "I told her Mexican food." She noticed the confused look on my face. "I like that you are dating a girl with no boobs and no ass. It makes our moments together so hot. While you're on your date, I'm going to send you pictures of what you could be with." She smiled and winked at me. "My dorm is across the street. I can walk home." She kissed me hard on the lips. My whole body quivered. "See you hun."

I couldn't tell if she was upset or not. The drive home was difficult, and I was now considering what to do. Should I break up with my girlfriend, or was Hitome just using me for some sick game? I thought the hardest part of college was supposed to be the classes.