4 comments/ 34640 views/ 27 favorites Mrs Benn - Warrior Woman Ch. 01 By: dconrad [This story borrows the idea of a costume shop leading to adventures from the 1970s british children's TV show Mr Benn, but has no further similarity.] ======================== Mrs Tina Benn looked out of the window of her house at 52 Celebration Rd and sighed. Outside a young couple were kissing passionately. He looked as though he were trying to extract something from the back of her mouth with his tongue. She was rubbing herself up against him suggestively. And this was first thing in the morning! Imagine what they'd be like in the evening. Mrs Benn noticed that the girl had large breasts inside her tight tank top, and a slim waist. All the girls seemed liked that now, were they having boob jobs or was it just the modern diet? She looked down at her own breasts concealed beneath her dowdy pyjamas. They were bigger than the girl's, much bigger. But Tina didn't have the accompanying magically slim waist. While not fat, she was what men would have referred to as Rubenesque. She felt as though she belonged in another time, when breasts as large as hers weren't expected to be matched by a 20 inch waist. Her husband didn't find her large breasts sexy. He had maybe when they had first married when she was 20, but over the intervening 16 years they had continued to grow, and now she could see, he thought them freakish, as if she had overdone some surgery. She decided to go for a walk to break her out of this depressive fug. She donned a loose fitting jumper, and large coat, even though it wasn't cold out, to hide her gargantuan boobs. They would attract the attention of men, who felt that because they had gone beyond being merely classified as 'big', this somehow meant all rules of decorum were off, and they could shout anything. Udders -- that was her least favourite description. They stopped being tits, or knockers but became udders, a description that seemed not even sexual. Two workmen had used that word only last week, after she had walked past. It had been the hottest day of the year, so reluctantly she had worn a t-shirt. Even though it was high necked and loose, the size of her breasts was still apparent. As she shuffled past the men digging up the road, she heard one comment to the other, "Jesus, did you see the size of those udders?" When she got to the high street she noticed a new shop where the old sweet shop used to be. It was simply labelled "Costume shop", and in the window were a number of fancy dress outfits, including a witch, policeman and Scooby Doo. On a whim, she decided to go in. The room was small and crowded, there were costumes and accessories arranged in a ramshackle manner on racks and in boxes. She couldn't really make out anything, there was a wig here, a boot there, and part of a caveman costume mixed with a knight's sword. She wondered why she had come in, and was about to turn and leave, when, as if by magic, the shopkeeper appeared. He was a friendly, if slightly nerdy man of about the same age as Tina. He pushed back his glasses and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, the place is a bit of a mess, I'm still sorting things out. I only opened yesterday, you're my first customer. Or should I say 'costumer'". He had the good grace to be embarrassed by his feeble joke, and Tina smiled politely. "I'm not really after anything, I just thought I'd have a look," she said. "Of course, of course. I love people to try on the outfits, it let's me know what works. No obligation to buy anything." Tina thought he wasn't really cut out for business with that kind of attitude, but felt sorry for him, so didn't hurry out of the shop as she had initially intended. "As everything is a bit muddled up, why don't you just go for the first one I find that's complete, and go and try it on? You'll be doing me a favour, you can let me know if the changing room seems okay." "Erm, okay," Mrs Benn said, although from experience she knew that finding any standard sizes to fit her was often a problem. She would just pretend to try them on. The shopkeeper was rummaging in a box, "aha!" He pulled out a package. "This one should do," he handed her the package. "Warrior woman," he declared. Tina had a sudden concern that this was an adult, sex-themed costume shop as the picture on the front of the package depicted a long haired woman wearing a brown, metallic type bra, a loose, short leather skirt and some knee length boots, clutching a small dagger and leaning forward aggressively. But she remembered that there had been plenty of children's costumes in the window. "I've heard it's very popular," the shopkeeper urged. "I don't know," Tina tried to hand the package back. "I don't think it'll fit me. I'm, err, a bit bigger up top than that girl." She indicated the lithe twenty year old on the cover. "Yes, I see," the shopkeeper opened the package. "But look, this is a special one size fits all top. It has these ribs and between them it expands so it will fit any, erm, size." He was separating the metal parts of the bra, which Tina now saw were shaped like fingers. There were five of them, with the middle one being longer, and connecting them was an elastic fabric, so they could be stretched apart. She again thought it was a bit seedy, but was intrigued by the design. "Okay, I'll give it a try." "Great," the man beamed, "the fitting room is at the back of the shop, past those boxes. I'll be up here if you need me." Tina made her way past some overflowing boxes stacked on top of each other, to a door at the back. It was a proper room with a door, so her fears that this was a ploy by the shopkeeper to spy on her were allayed. She closed and locked the door, then shed her clothes down to her bra and panties. She hadn't intended to try it on, but now she was in here, she felt a small tingle of excitement at seeing herself as Warrior Woman. She picked up the costume top. There was no way she could wear a bra underneath it she guessed, so she unclipped her own bra. Her gargantuan breasts fell free of their constraints and she pondered them once again. She could see inevitable stretch marks at the top of each. They hung down to just above her navel, and protruded to the side beyond her arms. Large, pale aureole seemed to her to resemble sad eyes. She couldn't remember the last time her husband had touched them, and they had a neglected air about them, like a family pet that is no longer loved and is waiting out its days. Sighing, she picked up the costume top and separated each finger to its maximum. She scooped her breasts into the cups and then pulled it up, thrusting her chest forward to fasten the clip at the back. The brown material between each rib of the top was stretched to capacity, rendering it almost transparent. Despite what the shopkeeper had said, this wasn't one size fits all. Her bountiful boob flesh spilled over the top of each finger, the overflow projected out by about an inch. The middle finger just about covered each nipple, but a good section of her aureolae were visible and could not be contained in the skimpy top. The elastic compression created a long deep cleavage, starting at her collar bone and projecting out over a an arc for about 12 inches. The finger ribs gave the unmistakeable impression of two hands mauling her breasts. As she had often heard from workmen her tits were more than a handful, and this top demonstrated that for all. Although it was quite obscene, Tina couldn't help smiling at her reflection. She wondered what her husband would say if she wore this one evening. He would tell her to stop being weird no doubt. That was his description of anything he didn't like or understand. There could be no worse epithet in his eyes "it's just weird", he would spit. Oh well, she thought, I quite like it. She pulled on the leather skirt, which was made from a number of individual tongue shaped pieces sown together. Like the bra, it was elasticated, so she get it around her waist. However, the model on the package was shorter and had a smaller bum, so the skirt hung down lower on her. On Tina the stiff leather pieces meant that it projected outwards from her rump, and barely covered her knickers. She completed the ensemble with the brown boots, tucking the plastic dagger into the top and then admired herself in the mirror. And she did admire what she saw. She knew it was all a bit ridiculous and sordid. Her belly wasn't flat, but it wasn't too bad, and she still had shapely legs. And those tits, my god, she thought, I've never seen them look so sexy. She giggled as she wondered what the shopkeeper would think if he saw her wearing this. He had been discreet but she knew he'd clocked her breasts through her baggy top. She was about to get changed back, somewhat reluctantly, when she noticed a second door in the fitting room. Wondering if this contained some more outfits, Tina opened it. It was dark inside and she couldn't make out any shapes. She stepped inside to find a light switch, and the door closed behind her. When she looked around, she wasn't in a building any more, but instead was in a dark forest. She turned back frantically, but the door was gone. She panicked, her heart racing, causing her chest to rise and fall dramatically. What was going on? There was no forest like this in the village, the back of the shop just led to a small road, she knew that. Had the shopkeeper drugged her and this was an hallucination? She didn't feel drugged, she felt perfectly lucid. She must be dreaming, she decided. I've probably closed my eyes in the changing room. Wake up you fool! She heard a noise then behind her and jumped. There was a rustle in the plants and then a small, green figure burst from the undergrowth, running as fast as his small legs would carry him. He was about two foot high, naked with spindly limbs. He looked behind him in evident fear of his life. He crashed into Tina's legs and bounced back, startled. He looked up at the woman towering over him and quivered, "don't kill me. Ohhh, such lovely tits. Don't let the Carnack get me. Ohhh, wobbling breast flesh." And then another commotion amongst the plants was followed by the emergence of a snarling black hyena type animal, with dripping fangs and powerful hind legs. It surveyed the scene, saw the green figure crouching behind Tina's legs and leapt forward, knocking her down with a powerful blow. She screamed as the beast stood on her chest, its saliva dripping jaws inches from her face. She thrashed about, trying to push it off, but it pinned her with its strong legs. Her hand brushed something -- the dagger! Acting instinctively she pulled it out of her boot and just as the beast pulled its head back to bite her she drove the dagger into its ear. It leapt wildly into the air and staggered to her feet. The beast bounced into a tree, let out a screech of agony, and then fell to its side, twitching. The little green animal emerged from behind a tree and skipped merrily "you've killed the Carnack! You saved me. Ooooh, an escaped nipple." Tina looked down, and indeed in the scuffle, one of her nipples had slipped from of the protective finger of the bra. She pushed it back in. When she looked back up, the green figure was laying on his back, stroking an erect, four inch penis. It looked quite sizeable on his diminutive frame. "Boobs spilling out, such a long cleavage, Pucker must dive into it, such fuckable tits." Tina knew she should be revolted, but she found it quite amusing. But she put on a stern voice and demanded '"stop that! Who are you, where is this place?" Her harsh tone caused him to interrupt his masturbation. "Oh, apologies. I am Pucker. And surely you know these are the Dank Woods, oh noble, ample breasted warrior." He resumed playing with his cock again, "that arse, I need to lick it and bite it." This commentary wasn't directed at Tina, it seemed, but was like a mental leakage, a kind of sexual Tourette's. "Stop that, I said! What kind of creature are you?" He took his small hands from his member, which remained pointed upwards towards Tina. "Why, I am a Fukiite of course. Have you not heard of us?" "No, erm, I'm not from round here." "Oh, in that case, big suckable nipples, it must seem, come all over your creamy jugs, strange. We Fukiites are constantly sexually aroused. Most humans don't like us, so we hide out in woods. We just can't help it, sucking my cock. We mean no harm, massive orbs." Tina couldn't help but chuckle. "And what was that thing chasing you?" "A Carnack. There are lots of such animals in the Dank Woods. They're aren't afraid of anything. Except ogres. Ohhhh, don't laugh like that, your huge tits jiggling is too much for Pucker, he needs to come." "Well, get it over with and then perhaps you can guide me to some humans around here, and out of these woods." "You mean it? Pucker can come while looking at your hot, sexy body? Oh, you are too kind. I will come quickly looking at the best tits in the whole kingdom." He seemed more grateful for this than for saving his life, Tina thought as she watched with amusement. Pucker's hand was a blur as it moved up and down his green shaft and he continued to mutter a stream of obscene descriptions as to what he would like to do with her. "Fuck her from behind, those big tits swing back and forth, oh the nipples grazing the ground. Such tits." He stopped his ministrations and asked politely "would Warrior woman big tits mind leaning forward so Pucker can see those full pendulous knockers better? Cover them in come, cover them in spunk. I will come quickly then." Tina sighed and bent over. From Pucker's perspective the bra was almost completely hidden beneath her overflowing boob flesh now. "Get this over with quickly Pucker, so we can get out of here," she told him. "Ohhhh, never before have such wondrous tits been seen by a Fukiite, Pucker is coming, here it comes, oh so much come!" He went into a brief spasm and gripped his cock tightly. Two short globules of green liquid shot out. The arced across the intervening four foot between Pucker and Tina, hit her directly on the breasts. Such was their velocity that their impact stung. Tina jolted upright. "Ow! That hurt. Euw and look, you've got your stuff all on me Pucker!" Two green mucus like globules, one on each breast began to slide, down the slopes of her boobs towards her nipples. "I need to wipe this goo off me. That is not acceptable Pucker." She reached for a leaf but Pucker stopped her. "No! Plants are poisonous in the Dank Woods. Ohhhhh, Puckers hot jism is pooling in your cleavage. Lick the come clean." She cuffed him round the head. "No I will not lick it clean you disgusting Fukiite. I need to wipe it off, with a cloth or something." She looked at him, but he shrugged, indicating his naked state. "Your panties?" he suggested. "I'm not ruining my only panties with your spunk." "Okay, but you should know that Fukiite spunk will stain your skin." She looked down and it was true, where some of it had dribbled down she could make out a light green trail. "Oh damn it! Then everyone will know that you came on my tits. That's not going to make a very good impression is it? Oh, well, panties it is then I suppose. Balancing on one leg she pulled her knickers down and mopped the Fukiite jism from her breasts. There were some faint green trails down each boob, but she had caught it before it had stained too deeply. She tried to ignore Pucker's stream of sexual commentary as she did so. "Ohhh, your pussy is so sweet, Pucker has never seen a human pussy before. I can see it so well from down here. Ohhh." He started masturbating his erect penis again. Tina gave him a swift kick. "NO more of that! And no looking up my skirt either. Come on, let's get out of here." She tossed her slimy, green stained panties to one side, but Pucker scampered to pick them up and clutched them to his face. "Ohhhh, sweet panty odour." Tina was making her way through the undergrowth now, having retrieved the dagger from the Carnack's corpse. Pucker ran after her and grabbed her leg, "it is this way horny one." She followed him through the woods, his little green buttocks bouncing as he skipped, occasionally stopping to stroke his permanently erect penis, until she instructed him to move on. She reflected that it had certainly been a strange morning so far.