The Perils II

by Uncle Stav

Dawn was beginning to break outside and in a short while her co-workers would be starting to arrive, leaving no chance to conceal herself further inside the building. As she peered through the small window on one of the swinging doors, she saw her ticket out. At the base of the loading dock sat a small delivery truck loaded down with cases of soft drinks and beer. Seeing no driver in sight, she hesitantly looked out and scanned across the loading dock. Finding no one, she headed for the open gate of the truck. The cold cement and the chill of the early April morning sent a shiver through her and forced her nipples into long, stiff points.

"Sheesh!" she muttered to herself. She tried to cup the nipples with her hands to take the edge off, but that, as she might have expected, only stimulated the sensation further. "These things are always on anymore!"

As she stepped up onto the wooden floor of the truck and began to look for a good place to conceal herself, she began to hear the scuff of boot steps coming across the dock. Karen quickly ducked between 2 columns of soft drinks, forgetting momentarily her newly acquired behemoth-sized breasts, the soft but firm volumes of which caught on the edge of the crates and pulled her around sideways. Hearing the footsteps grow louder, she turned to accommodate their girth as best she could, leaned back into the crevice with urgency, and pulled the weighty bags along with her. To her dismay, she watched as her left tit rose and the right tit dove under it, both fighting for space and scraping somewhat painfully across the edges of the crates. She was only momentarily concerned with that, however, as the space around her went dark and a latch was thrown on the lift gate of the truck.

The truck roared to life and lurched forward. It started out with heaving jumps, rocking from side to side over a dip in the access road. Suddenly, Karen noticed the columns of drinks moving independently, rocking towers of refreshments that showed no regard for her predicament and pushed her easily back and forth. The walls of her tiny compartment suddenly moved towards one another, squeezing her helplessly between them. Her shoulders were wedged tightly between them and she watched as her breasts continued their volumetric compression. All she could see before her was the dark form of her left breast flattening and rising higher into the crevice, knowing that the right one was extending itself in the direction of the floor. This didn't necessarily hurt, and the elasticity of her new baggage momentarily intrigued her, but it wouldn't do to let that happen too much more often.

Pushing with both hands on her lower breast, as she couldn't bring her arm over the upper one, she attempted to un-cork herself from the crates. Leaning forward while pushing out on her right breast brought her little more than a face full of her left breast. Thankfully, the crates leaned away for a moment and Karen propelled herself out into the floor of the truck. Both breasts quickly bounded back into position, she was glad to see; actually this was only a general perception on her part, as the movements of the truck kept them in perpetual sway. As the truck leaned to the right, Karen found that the additional masses on her chest produced momentum that she was unable to counter. She was thrown awkwardly against a wall of pop, her breasts flopping together audibly as they caught up to her a second later.

Karen was quickly reduced to flopping around helplessly. Her world seemed to have no stability at all. The floor tipped up and down, left and right without warning. And when she reached out to brace herself, there was generally nothing there. She would find herself suspended an inch or two off the floor, and then come down on it heavily. Ironically, when she wasn't reaching for something, she usually found it, with substantial impact. Adding significantly to her plight were her new endowments. She was absolutely without control of the gargantuan tits she now sported, nor was she sure of the immense cheeks of her bulbous ass. They too seemed to be wagging around behind her. It might all have seemed a little funny to her if not for the occasional painful impacts with crates, which, she was sure, were bound to leave a mark. Bouncing around in the back of the truck, she was a cartoon woman squishing and bumping her way from side to side. She could almost hear the soundtrack of her predicament, with honks and "eeeeUUUUUgggggaaaaaaaahhhh" noises after each unwelcome smoosh of a flopping breast or bounding butt cheek.

As the truck suddenly slowed, her momentum came to a cruel climax of circumstance, and Karen was thrown directly forward to the front of the truck. Stumbling over the quickly passing distance to the forward interior wall, she noticed a hatch door at chest height which was partly opened. Unable to slow herself or change direction, she threw out her hands and turned her head in anticipation of contact. She was able to absorb some impact by jamming her hands to the wall at either side of the hatch. This spared some of the impact to her head, but she was still slammed roughly into the riveted steel wall of the truck, taking most of the blow on her cheek and her right hipbone. "That's going to hurt," she thought to herself.

While assessing the damage to herself, she noted that there was a surprising lack of distance between her torso and the wall -- she had finally come to anticipate the swell of her new breasts and found that it was currently absent. She also noticed that she had become somewhat stabilized and that the very things that had set her wobbling to begin with were now what was holding her firmly in place. In her dazed mind, she suddenly came to the realization that her tits had been jammed through the hatch door and were now trapped there. Soon after, right around the moment that the truck came to a screeching halt and she was pushed even more heavily into the cab wall, it occurred to her that her big breasts were no longer part of the service end of the truck. They had become passengers in the cab "up front" with the driver.

Frank Constantine had driven this very same truck for the last 7 years. He had had shit fly around in the back before and he had been taken to task over it more than once. It wasn't like he didn't give a damn about tying things up right, cause cleaning up about 300 or 400 cans of beer and pop after they were crushed and opened all over the back wasn't really his idea of fun. It's just that he forgot a lot. And when he heard the rumbling in back this morning, he knew it might not be pretty back there. It sounded like things were really getting thrown around. But Frank was now unable to give a damn about cans of pop. His mind had currently ceased to function, as there were suddenly two huge tits next to his head.

It had taken him a bit just to bring the truck to a complete halt so he could see what had been thrown out into the cab. He'd heard of guys having entire cases of pop fly through the hatch and land on their dashboards. But this wasn't flying and it wasn't a box shape. He'd turned his head right into one big, soft tit while he glanced around and held his foot to the brake. Before he looked again, he had to cock himself sideways in the seat to be sure he had a good, unobstructed view.

Before him loomed the two biggest anatomical forms he had ever seen. It was as though each was the size of a person's whole hips and ass, no, even bigger -- but they were smooth and solid vessels of flesh. Frank had never been one to spend much time on aesthetic considerations of beauty, but the sheer size and seemingly perfectly rounded form of each huge tit astounded him. He began to appreciate the taught, creamy surface of the skin and the way the early morning light from his cab windows moved over them, accentuating the awesome dimension of the things.

When they began to move, with impetus from behind, their sway and bob momentarily hypnotized him. Then he realized that there was someone behind there. He began to back out of the cab while keeping his eyes on them. He was unable to look away. When, with a wider perspective, he saw how much of the interior of the cab they took up, and that they were going to be pretty obvious through the windshield, he grabbed his coat and slowly, lovingly, almost reluctantly spread it over the twin masses and hooked it to the back of the cab. They hung out of the bottom of his jacket a good 8-10 inches.

Traffic zoomed past as Frank made his way to the rear of the truck. He raised the gate only as much as he needed to get under, realizing that there could be something at this end too that he may not want to advertise.

Karen saw the light fill the space and struggled to free herself to no avail. Not even able to turn to see who was coming, she felt her heart begin to race and wished that she could assume her well practiced state of "invisibility," disappearing into herself and leaving no outward presence to be noticed. But she was pretty sure her outward presence, her naked back, legs and impossible shapely ass, were bound to be noticed.

"Hey, are you OK?" said the voice which tentatively approached her. She couldn't even bring herself to speak, she was so embarrassed. She realized that "bare-assed" must certainly have been a part of the origin of that word. Frank gave her a few seconds and repeated, "Hello? Are you OK?"

Dropping her head to the wall, Karen quietly answered, "Yeah, I think so."

"Listen, do you, uh, want me to get you outta there?" It sounded stupid even to Frank.

Karen was frozen with indecision. She did want out of there desperately, but getting out with his help meant that he would be touching her. She wasn't wild about the idea of being fondled in this position.

She nodded slowly, and tensed at the implications. Frank passed his arms under hers and placed his hands over her ribcage. He hadn't given much conscious thought to it, but he found that he was suddenly very aware of her nudity. He began to take accounting of a million little details that soon presented themselves to his senses. Her skin was still warm to the touch, though she was standing in a refrigerated truck. He could smell her hair in his face and saw how tousled it was and that it was even a little wet at the ends. Looking down, he was captured by the sight of the dramatic contrast between her slim waist and the bold curve of her hips. Her big, bulbous ass rounded out to meet him. He noticed with rapt attention the tiny blonde hairs covering her butt and gave them his undivided attention when they stood up on her skin. She had goosebumps all over.

"Um, OK, let's pull back," Karen interrupted. Frank held firmly to her ribcage and drew her back towards him. Karen's feet stuttered as she pushed out from the wall with her hands. She jostled herself a bit and stopped pushing when it became obvious that her tits were staying right where they were and that the muscles of her chest were being uncomfortably stretched.

Her movements brought her ass in contact with Frank's thighs. His grip went limp and Karen leaned back into the wall. Frank became aware that he wasn't breathing at all. Karen noted the same of herself.

"I think you'll have to do it from the front."

A few seconds later, "Huh?"

"I said, I think you, um, ... you'll have to see if you can push them back from the front," said Karen.

Frank was already climbing out of the back of the truck. Back in the cab, Frank left his coat in place over her breasts and began to push gently in and back from the side of her right one. He knew he didn't want to push too hard -- there were all those glands and things in there he'd been told. He switched to the left one when it seemed that nothing was happening. Still no progress. It was like pushing garbage bags of wet cement -- they just kept shifting around too much.

"Oh, cripes!" Karen thought. She was progressing slowly from being embarrassed beyond rational thought to being slowly, but steadily turned on. Frank's jacket had a super smooth flannel lining and the gentle caress of this over her bloated nipples, combined with Frank's forceful but gentle manipulations, was making her tingle all over. She found herself rejuvenating the wetness between her still engorged labia. She almost screamed for him to stop, thinking he might not hear her anyway, but each lift and push of her breast flesh sent her reeling with sensation. She at once cursed the sensitivity of these tits and marveled at the awesome sensations compounding within them.

Frank had been working on the right breast, the one by the driver's seat, for 30 seconds or so and saw that his jacket had been worked up over the top, leaving her nipple exposed in the air. His efforts to free her stopped right there. The thing beckoned to him. The whole aureole had puffed out significantly and the nipple itself was wagging stiffly before him. It had to be as long and as big around as the first two joints on his middle finger, he thought. It was engorged and red like a little cocktail weenie. It seemed to be waiting for him. The woman behind the wall was forgotten as he passed his hand down over it and felt it drag over his palm.

Muffled through the wall, he was just able to make out a surprised but impassioned moan coming from inside the truck. Looking down, he saw the nipple extend itself and the skin around it pucker as it contracted. He watched it flick back and forth over his fingertips and bounce back with greater agitation. A thump against the wall failed to attract his attention. He became obsessed with the play. He began to trace circles around the reddened aureole and spiral his touch up the sides of the nipple, ending with a flick of the tip. A brief, staccato chirping in the truck revealed that this was not a wholly unwelcome activity.

Then there was a knock on the window of the cab, directly behind him. Frank jumped and was just aware enough to pull the jacket down over the protuberant nipple before turning around.

"You got a problem?" asked the officer asked through the glass.

"No! Um, no, I just had to tie down the load ... y'know ... back there."

A descending series of "oohs" was perceptible to Frank from inside the rear of the truck. Karen was registering her disappointment over the end of playtime. Frank was pretty sure the officer couldn't hear it, though.

"I forgot to, uh, make sure everything was secure and..."

"Mmmm, is there a problem?" Karen mumbled. Frank thanked the rushing traffic for drowning out her voice so the cop couldn't hear her.

"Yeah, yeah -- OK, just get moving, all right? You're gonna cause an accident sittin' here! Come on, get going." And the officer patted the door a couple of times to emphasize the point.

Frank got himself into position and threw the truck into gear. With a quick look to his left, he pulled into traffic and jammed down the accelerator.

Karen was fairly writhing in anticipation. Frustrated with her lack of control over that which she could not reach, she yet longed for the feeling of Frank's touch to return. Her left nipple was actually throbbing from agitation and she was dancing back and forth from her left foot to her right foot, like an over-anxious kid or one who had to pee. She wanted to call out to him, but it still didn't seem quite right. She hardly knew this guy -- hell, she hadn't even seen his face. But man did she want him to touch that titty again. "God," she thought with somehow less reluctance than she'd like, "these things have turned me into an absolute tramp!"

Frank shared her urgency. As soon as he was reintegrated into traffic, he reached out and pushed up against her huge left tit with the back of his hand. He casually ran it over the lower curve of the tit, hardly affecting its shape at all, just following and stroking the curve, marveling at its size and circumference.

Karen was slowly drawing breath and couldn't exhale. The sensation seemed so distant, but it felt like he was reaching right into her heart. She moved to hold his hand onto her breast, but felt only the cold steel wall that wouldn't let her through. It occurred to her that now this guy was putting serious, non-accidental moves on her and she felt the full extent of her helplessness. The frustration, along with her excitement, was mounting.

Frank got her nipple between the middle and fourth fingers on his hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, and pushed back up into the mass. Then, gripping the nipple a little tighter, he pulled outward on it until the breast stretched about 4 inches and then he let it go. The thump of Karen's hands against the wall and the surprised whimper he was able to make out were all the encouragement he needed to continue.

He got hold of the nipple again and repeated the push and pull move, this time stretching the nipple out about 6 or 7 inches, holding it there a second, and then letting it go. A higher pitched whimper ensued. He then reached under her to the other tit, the nipple of which he could just barely reach. He found that it was not yet ready to play, but responded quickly enough as he rubbed his hand over it. He thought about wetting it a little and thought of the dampness on the can of Coke he had grabbed from the back. But a different thought presented itself when he felt the chill of the can in his palm. Doing his best to curl his wrist around enough and not spill the Coke while keeping the truck on the road, Frank began to drag the cold, wet can back and forth over Karen's right nipple. It responded with agitation, growing taught and rubbery in two strokes and almost pinging off the aluminum side of the can. He brought the can over to the other breast once or twice, just to keep it in the game.

Karen was cooing and moaning loudly enough that she was sure he could easily hear her, but it didn't really matter at all. With each stroke of Frank's hand or the cold metal can, she felt an electric tingle rush over the entirety of each massive breast. Fumbling down the wall to find herself, Karen's hands followed her own voluptuous slope downward over her belly and the curve of her hips and sloshed into the sopping mess that her nether regions were becoming. Her tummy tensed and a rush of sensation brought about an even greater juicing of her cunt. Her hands were immediately immersed in warm, viscous liquid.

When she found her labia beneath all of the fluid, they were so engorged and raw that she gasped aloud and worried whether they would be stuck that way, like huge hemorrhoids. Her worries were put aside however when she ran the edge of her fingernail gently over one of them, just as Frank gave another tug and release on her left nipple. She squealed over that one and Frank was emboldened to bring new vigor to his work.

Not even bothering to downshift, he pulled the truck off the road onto the first drive he saw and brought it to a stop in the middle of the expansive parking lot of the First United Methodist Church. He slammed it into park and shut the thing down. Immediately, he spun around in the seat and took Karen's entire left nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, hard. It almost filled his mouth, but he opened up again and tried to take more. He felt like he might eat the whole thing if it would fit.

Drawing in a mouthful of nipple and aureole, Frank pushed up with his tongue and began to work it back and forth over the nipple. For her part, Karen began an "oh yeeeaaaaahhhh" chant that became locked in her mind and would be repeated endlessly for the next few minutes, as she was unable to find anything else to say.

She had intensified her clitoral rubbing and, with all of the lubrication she was providing herself, she began to rub deeper and longer. She pushed and dragged over the poor bud, eventually even hooking one of her fingers under it and pulling it to its apex, and then letting it pop back into place.

Her tits were getting a simultaneous work out now, as Frank applied both hands to pulling out on her reddened nipples and letting them go, and then pushing up and in with both palms flat into her immense pillows of flesh and pushing them around in circles. The contrasting push and pull motions were setting off fireworks in Karen's flesh. It tingled and flushed, with the sensation of heat moving constantly through her body. She realized that her body was now bent into the pursuit of an almighty orgasm. She marveled at how quickly it was coming, and at the intensity of her physical reaction.

Her body was hooked into the shape of a question mark, with her head against the wall; her back hunched with her hands both now rubbing alternately over her entire thigh, crotch and belly area. She felt her knees jammed against the wall. She was perched on tiptoes and shook with the tensing of her entire body, every muscle straining toward release.

Somehow she noticed that there was momentarily more light in the truck, but she was too lost in the symphony of her own body to pay it much attention, or to hear the gate of the truck slamming back down again. She was then aware of two rough hands pushing up on her ass cheeks and massaging the large, deep muscles there. It opened her cunt wider with each push and the compression of his strong hands was very welcome to her tightly clenched butt.

Then there was a stubbled face brushing her shoulder and a man's voice -- deep and resonant, with a tinge of helplessness. "Lady, I ain't got much to offer since the war blew off my dick, or I'd be plowin' you but good!' Frank muttered.

Karen dwelled on the few words she comprehended. "Dick...? Yes, yes, ... dick, dick me!"

A little disheartened, Frank continued, "Well I can't do that, but I've developed other ways of satisfying a woman and, Jeezus, a woman like you deserves some big satisfyin'! Hang on, sweetheart!"

Ever since his small tragedy in 'Nam, Frank had entertained dream-like visions of himself as a giant, impaling sexual predator, bent on fucking those deserving women he encountered into a frenzy of frightened passion that would leave them near dead and exhausted from satisfaction. In reality, when on occasion he was presented with a willing female form, he had found himself turning into a generous and affectionate servant/lover whose only need was in building and enhancing the sexual joy of the woman. That and the lack of equipment had actually proved disappointing to a few women who had been gearing themselves up for a violent ride from a rough-looking dude.

He had positioned a stack of drinks under Karen and lay back on them to peer up between her legs to see the biggest, most slippery looking cunt he had ever seen. He expected to feel the plight of this poor, spectacular woman and treat her with loving devotion. Instead, he watched himself jamming three fingers of his right hand up into her twat, while his thumb pressed the button of her clitoris and began to push it roughly back and forth.

With her first sexual penetration since the changes in her physique, Karen screamed. When her first breathless howl came to an end, she drew in a huge sustaining breath and screamed again. The truck rang with her shrieks. They were the kind of trebling, high pitched sounds women make in B grade horror movies. She grabbed the backs of her thighs and buttocks and shook violently, while trying to keep her pussy in contact with Frank's ministrations.

Frank's hand shook within the cavern of her cunt, and it was all he could do to keep his thumb engaged with her clit. It now seemed harder, stiff to the touch. Her legs were shaking and muscles were popping into view in her inner thighs. And then she went stiffly rigid and her cunt clamped down on his hand. He couldn't even move his fingers anymore. Trying to do his part, he gallantly kept up his thumb diddling and suddenly she clenched her muscles even tighter around his fingers, which seemed impossible.

Karen was seeing white dots float before her eyes as she gazed up at the ceiling through her tears. She felt pressure in her face. It was flushing red because she was no longer breathing and she was straining with every muscle in her body. The pressure within her was unbelievable. She was awake in a comatose body, it seemed. It was silent inside her head.

And then, somewhere in her gut, she felt a release. It grew outward and she felt muscles contracting even further and then relaxing with a warm, tingly glow. She felt like she was peeing as her release opened the sexual floodgates and she gushed out of her pussy. That felt so good that she pushed harder and the feeling, and her flow, intensified. She pushed even harder and used her body to wring out the sensation, sliding slowly downward on to Frank's face.

Frank was nearly drowning. He definitely enjoyed an ejaculatory woman, but this was like Old Faithful compared to any of his experiences. He'd hardly had the chance to do much of anything and she'd gone off anyway. It flowed down over his head and shoulders, soaking him completely. His fingers were still trapped in her pussy, but he felt his thumb bump into his chin and the flow was soon exhausted. It was intense, but brief.

Finding his mouth in line with her hugely engorged clitoris, Frank wrapped his tongue around it and sucked it into his mouth. It was something like the size of a jawbreaker candy by now, only soft and pliable. Karen's full weight came to rest on Frank's chin and she began to rock her hips into his face. Now Frank was being given the opportunity to shine where he did his best work.

When Frank began his well practiced and polished technique of lip, tongue and teeth stimulation, it was too much for his already over-stimulated partner. Karen saw the white dots grow into a flash of brilliance and then utter darkness. She passed out on Frank's face, suspended by her monstrous breasts, still trapped in the view door of a refrigerated beverage truck.

"Karen has left the building" -- but the question remains, will she ever again get dressed? What the heck do "big" girls like Karen do with themselves and will she ever be able to lead a normal life? Will she ever even be able to pry herself loose from Frank's truck? How many more perils await her? Tune in next time for some of the answers.

(Reader: you've read this far and there's definitely more to come ... including more BE and real, honest-to-goodness, man/woman sex. If you've got anything to share, I would appreciate your feedback on my little developing story of Karen. [email protected])