The Perils iv

by Uncle Stav

Man, they were big! Still lying in bed on her side, she stroked the surface of the one on top and marveled at how long it took to pass over its entire circumference and how far she had to reach to pass around the front. She wanted to steal a few quiet minutes to take stock of herself before she even tried to consider what she had been through during the last 48 hours.

Rapidly it all came back to her dreamy mind; bathroom stall... dogs... security guard... ("Wow, what was that all about?")... stuck in the soda truck... (Frank, was it?)... stripper... (Conti?)... lipstick... the Great Dane and that biiiiig, er, penis... ("Boy, what was that all about?")... policewomen - she was hoping she might begin to forget it all happened.

"Policewomen!" She sat up with a start. "Cripes, I almost forgot!" she said aloud. They might still be there. "What in the heck do I say to them? Oh my God!" she thought, upon seeing herself in the mirror, "and would you look at all of that!"

She had sat up so fast that she had set her breasts wobbling out of control. The mirror was only a portrait size and sat on top of her dresser at the foot of the bed. From her vantage point, she could really only see from just below her eyes to about 10 inches below her collarbone. But the swell of her chest was very evident even in the partial view. She spent a moment watching the tops of the heaving mounds in the mirror as they slowly came to rest.

Adjusting her view to frame her face, she shuddered to realize that she still bore the cat ears headband, and thus probably the entire minimal cat suit, she'd been trussed into for her performance of the night before. And while she recognized the same face she was used to seeing every morning - though with a lot more make-up - that face appeared to be suspended over the most incredible, unbelievable set of hooters in the world.

Further adjusting her view to try to take them all in, she thought they didn't even look real to her. But the skin was marked with little red lines left on them by the wrinkles in the sheets. She shook them to be sure - yep, they were real. She could see breast all the way down to her lap. Indeed, as she sat, her breasts had been brushing over the tops of her thighs. When she went looking for it, she had to arch her back just to bring her belly button to light.

In profile, they stuck out a mile. They seemed to defy all known physical laws by holding themselves up and out without much sag at all. Running her hands over them, she noted taut, firm bands of muscle that maintained a perfect globular contour. And the skin of her breasts was as smooth as the proverbial baby's butt. She had to admit that it was sheer enjoyment to touch them.

The viewing only brought to mind one huge question. What in the world could she possibly do now? Dressing for discretion would be a challenge. She certainly wasn't going to be able to hide them very well. And she could never go back to work. She doubted she'd even be able to be seen in public again for that matter. Was she sentenced to hide alone in her apartment for the rest of her life - a lonely mysterious woman whose groceries were delivered regularly but who was never actually seen?

She was pleased to notice that she had no pain in her back, though she would have thought that such a load on her torso would strain every muscle. When she tried to lift her boobs by hand, she could tell there was a good bit of mass there, but her back had somehow adequately adjusted. In fact, as she stood and walked, she felt as though she was being balanced and cantilevered over her still slim waist by her now well pronounced hips and buttocks. The madness that had resulted in her exaggerated form now seemed to have at least a little reason to it.

Throwing an old robe over herself (which had no real chance of doing much concealing), she moved unsteadily out to the living room and found no sign of the policewomen. There was however a note that they would possibly be around to check on her later if time allowed and that she would probably be contacted by an abuse counselor. An "abuse counselor?" she thought. There may have been some abuse but, if she remembered correctly, it was not as if she was an unwilling participant. Then again, her head was still a little fuzzy. She licked her lips and came away with a taste of something warm and tingly. It felt like lipstick but it made her feel pretty good for a moment.

She was thirsty as hell, so she headed for the kitchen. She found an unbelievable mess there, which seemed to stem from containers of juice and milk that had been simply discarded on the floor. It was then that she experienced a fuzzy memory of gorging herself with fluids the night before. She remembered a terrific thirst (not surprising after the strenuous activity in which she'd been involved lately) and lots of flowing liquids. She might have even poured milk over herself, if her vague memory and the puddle on the floor and the stickiness in her boots were read the right way. And she was still thirsty. Karen pulled the only remaining liquid, a bottle of cranberry juice, from the fridge and began to chug it down with abandon. Looking for a glass never even occurred to her.

She noticed the light was flashing on her answering machine and she leaned carefully forward to push the button. She had seven messages. As a trickle of cranberry juice ran down her neck and swiftly into her cleavage, she watched it and marveled at the cool sensation. Her messages began to reel off of the machine; the head of the secretarial pool had called three times; once to ask if she was planning on coming in, another to ask where those April reports had gone, and another asking whether she intended on returning her messages. She realized that she had missed an entire day at the office with no explanation, so it wasn't hard to imagine that ol' Imogene would be getting a little cranky.

The fourth message was from her mother, asking why she hadn't returned her grandmother's call from last week. She'd simply forgotten that - and Grandma was such a sweetie. Karen slumped down into the desk chair, her mighty teats slapping soundly onto her thighs. She'd have to make it up to her soon. "Well... that is as soon as I figure out how to deal with the problem at hand," she muttered while rubbing the juice bottle over her right breast. Feeling a little silly, and tickled by the perversity of her size, she wondered aloud, "And just how does one explain to one's grandmother why one is suddenly built like a floatation device?"

The fifth and sixth messages were hang-ups, probably Imogene trying to reach her again and tired of leaving messages. The seventh message was Carol, Imogene's assistant, informing her that "...your purse was found in the ladies room last night..."
"Oh, CRAP!" she cried, leaping to her feet. Her left breast struck the lampshade, knocking it askew. She reached for the lamp, failing to take her chest into account for a moment, and her arms pushed her boobs up and out even further, shoving the lamp out into the corner wall where it died an inglorious death, smashing into several dozen ceramic shards.

The message continued, "... and we have it here in the office. Whenever you're back in, though we don't know when that'll be, it'll be here waiting for you. We sure hope you're OK... won't you please call us and let us know where you are?" Carol was always nicer to her than Imogene and she seemed like she might be sympathetic, but she didn't really know her well enough to know if she could trust her with a situation like this one.

Well, there it was. Fate had forced her hand. She had to have the purse for obvious reasons, not the least of which was so that she could buy something with which to cover herself. She really doubted that anything in her wardrobe would be of much further use.

She couldn't ask anyone else to get it for her. No one in that office was going to hand over a purse to someone they didn't know. And she didn't know anyone there well enough to ask them for the favor of bringing it out to her apartment - she'd only been working there for three months. No one there even knew where she lived. And of course there was always the problem of having to explain her... self, for lack of a better word.

"No, I'll just have to face the music," she thought to herself as she called for a taxi (her car was still housed at the company parking garage). "Dad always said I was too hesitant and I'd have to learn to act first and deal with the consequences later. I don't think he could have anticipated this particular situation, but he'd still tell me to march in and let the chips fall."

Karen noticed she was standing in the living room of her apartment with her hands on her hips at this point. "Tough talk makes you stand tall," she said to herself. It was then that she noticed the two Gramercy boys peeking in her front window through the sheers. They had caught a good glimpse of her standing in profile, backlit from the window in her kitchen. Man, they were getting an eyeful, if only through the gauzy curtains and if only in silhouette. That was some silhouette!

Karen gasped and dashed for the bedroom, which was quite a stunt given the high heel boots and all the jiggling that ensued. She quickly stripped away the misfit robe, the outfit and the boots and hopped into a hot shower to rid herself of all the make-up and the goo. It felt amazing to just stand in the shower and let the hot beads of water stab at her flesh. She shut off the water just before she became too caught up in it. If she wasn't careful, she knew, she might be in there for hours.

While toweling off, she realized that even though she had certainly had quite a bit of sexual activity over the last couple of days, she certainly didn't feel very satisfied. An image of The Great Dane's immense boner suddenly floated before her eyes. It throbbed and pulsed for her a few times before she slipped a little on the tile floor and regained her composure. She found that she had been rubbing gently but insistently over her huge nether lips with the towel. It was pretty clear that something in her had not had a chance to finish what was started the night before.

She tried it on and found that she was just barely able to bring the buttons together at the apex of her bosom. The snaps seemed to hold all right, so she probably wouldn't fall out of it. Looking at herself in the mirror, she noted that she was indeed covered but, if possible, it may have actually made her look even more immense. "I look like a double hulled zeppelin," she thought while staring at the huge, snugly fitted metallic orbs. She couldn't see the bottom of the jacket from her vantage point, or she might have been concerned that it was being lifted up over her waist by the girth it was trying to encompass.

At any rate, it felt good to have the things restrained a little. They surely didn't sag or anything, but they had a lot of superfluous movement to them when they weren't covered. The jacket actually performed like a giant sports bra, hugging her jugs and keeping them still.

She found her biggest pair of undies were still too small to encompass her new ass, but she couldn't bring herself to go without them. Doing without a bra was a foregone conclusion although she certainly felt exposed, even within the giant jacket. But the panties were a must as far as she was concerned. It did bother her that they kept sliding down as she moved around, but that couldn't be helped for now.

Rifling through all of her clothing, she found only one article that might even begin to encompass her broad hips and ass. It was a thin, loose burgundy polyester skirt that she hadn't worn since she'd lost some weight right after college. She gratefully found that she could easily fasten the waist, though it seemed to ride up higher on her than it ever had before.

Again, she was at a disadvantage without the benefit of a full length mirror from which to gain a better view. Had she had that view, Karen might have noticed that while the skirt seemed appropriately suited from the front, the rear was a different story altogether. The thin material was stretched taut over the huge rounded orbs of her butt and the hemline was lifted several inches higher in back, revealing the tops of her now sturdy thighs. As she moved, the skirt would only highlighted the activity of her buttocks, bounding and sliding past one another. With each step, the skirt was lifted a little higher. If she weren't careful, she would be showing the greater part of her ass after 10 steps. It was almost obscene how good, and how lascivious, she looked in that skirt.

On the ride into work she went over her lines, struggling to come up with the right thing to say to justify her absence and her appearance. "I should probably just quit so I don't have to deal with it. I have a hunch I'll kind of stand out now and I'd rather avoid explanation. It occurred to her that she could just take the gruff approach and march in to take back her belongings and utter not a word of explanation. Or she could try to corner Carol and offer up some explanation of the truth. As bizarre as the truth was, Carol would at least be a somewhat sympathetic ear. She would, of course, have to leave out the more lurid parts of the story. "Heck, I don't even know how to explain all this! What makes this kind of thing happen to a girl?" The persistent mystery of her growth suddenly scared her. What if it could happen again?

She decided to get back to the problem at hand before she became paralyzed with apprehension. How would she even find Carol without having to march past the entire secretarial pool?

She solved this problem by quickly deciding that she would call Carol from the lobby and have her meet at the employee lounge. As it was near the elevators, it could be reached, under the right conditions, without having to pass even a single soul on the floor. She smiled to herself, feeling more self-assured in her father's convictions. That is, until the taxi hit a pothole and she felt her breasts push against the tops of her thighs in the somewhat cramped rear seat.

Karen turned to find most of the pedestrians on the sidewalk stealing sideways glances at her and the accident victims, and then finding all of those glances turning into full-on stares as her front swung into view. Instantly, she felt the old urges coming over her, telling her to shrink her immediate space and constrict herself into an invisible form that could pass unnoticed through the crowd. She lowered her head, only to find herself looking at the tops of her immense silver-sheathed breasts. It seemed that "invisibility" was no longer an option.

Instead, she thought of her Dad and put her chin up, tossed her hair back and proceeded for the revolving doors to put an end to this chapter of her life. She hadn't yet given much thought yet to what would come after, but she was more than a little hopeful that the silent stillness of the gaping crowd would not be an indication of the rest of her life.

She was again very aware of the undesired rolling of her bosom within the jacket. And she hadn't yet reached the doors when her skirt rode up high enough to expose her large buttocks and the thin strip of panty material that rode over them. The rush of air from the doors issued her a reminder to tug again at the skirt.

Emboldened by the simple act of walking, Karen strode confidently across the marble lobby floor. She was getting better at her timing, though the rhythm turned her walk into a sultry, hitching gait. She became aware of more eyes upon her and that the sound of her own work heels, though kept sensibly short, were the most distinct sound in the space. Everyone else had stopped making sound as they stopped to watch this parade of bounding sexuality.

Karen contacted Carol by one of the phones in the lobby. It was about 9:30 - late enough that Carol and the others would already be hard at it and they wouldn't see her entering the building. The building traffic now consisted mostly of "suits" who were strolling in to start the day their secretaries had started for them an hour and a half earlier. Carol was overseeing the compilation of the stockholders report on the 29^th floor. With a good deal of curiosity and questioning, Carol eventually agreed to meet her in the break room on that floor in a few minutes and not to tell anyone about it, even Imogene.

As she wheeled from the phone and headed for the elevators, her confidence slowly melted away again as several conversations died out in her presence and the eyes of the people waiting for elevators fell upon her. "Come on, just get through this and get out," she urged herself.

Suddenly, the door to the elevator nearest her opened and she was swept in with the people in her immediate vicinity. She was suddenly very aware of how her outfit stood out in this crowd of business suits and overcoats. She could kick herself for thinking that this could actually work and for not realizing how much she would stand out. She realized that an entire lifetime of effortlessly blending in had not prepared her for the inevitability of standing out - big time.

Karen shuffled towards the back of the elevator and turned quickly to avoid the fixed stares of the men already standing there, having just reached the lobby from the parking garage. As others pushed in around her, she was jostled further backward into the box. She felt the brush of a woolen overcoat across the now well exposed cheeks of her butt and gasped, leaning away from the contact in the hopes that the individual at the other end did not notice it.

However, she soon had a greater concern. Until now her breasts had played at least a lesser part in her awareness of self this morning, but that was very soon to change. As more and more individuals crowded the elevator, taking great care not to spill their morning coffee from their stainless steel mugs, so too increased the number of accidental bumps and minor collisions with Karen's massive appendages. They each looked up with honest apology in their face, only to be met with the stutter-producing view of two unbelievably huge mounds under shimmering silver rayon. She felt genuinely sorry for each intruder. None had meant anything by their incidental contact, but by the mere realization of the nature of it, each instantly became guilty of some unspoken social error.

Continuing the flow of conversation he'd begun with his friend in the basement parking, Ted the middle-level manager brought the edge of his briefcase up again into contact with Karen's butt. He couldn't believe his good fortune. My God! This chick was stacked up. What was she doing here? She must be a gag message delivery person, and maybe even a true "sex industry professional." She just had to be. Her ass stuck out a mile and almost seemed to beg him to grab it. And that skirt wasn't a very serious effort at concealing her charms. As though it would be perceived as an accident, he dragged the sewn leather face of the case up over her right cheek while continuing his discussion of the Astros' chances this spring without pause. He even took to placing emphasis on strategic passages in his thoughts and raising his briefcase seemingly in response.

He had dragged that case over her buttocks six times before they reached the 5th floor and Karen was ready to die of embarrassment. By now, she correctly guessed, her bottom would be reddened from the rubbing. She attempted to reach back and pull her skirt back into place, but Ted's brief caught the material and placed it even higher up on the swell of her backside. Her butt stuck out so far that her skirt literally hung up on it like a shelf. He hadn't even meant to do so, but Ted's actions had inadvertently exposed Karen's entire behind.

She now knew that she could not hope to retrieve the skirt as it was beyond her reach and she couldn't double up her arm in the tight fit of the crowd. Ted suddenly noticed the improved vista and resumed his "accidental" rubbing while Karen turned her attention to another fire erupting elsewhere.

A small, balding man was standing in front of Karen and had been pushed back into the pillow of her bosom more than once by a much bigger gentleman jostling in front of him. The repeated soft push against her unrestrained breast, as well as the same soft jacket lining that had caused her some trouble in another jacket the day before, was having a decidedly unwelcome effect on Karen. "Damn these soft linings - why do these big tough guys need such fine material inside their coats?" she moaned to herself, "and damn these big, dumb boobs." "Too late," she thought.

The smaller man fidgeted and tried to gain a more comfortable position, without the back of his head being pushed forward. He didn't know what was behind him, but it was irritating him to be expected to accommodate someone else's bulk from both the front and the back. To send a message, he leaned his head back into Karen's tit momentarily, hoping that it would cause the person to fall back a ways, but the soft pressure only followed his head forward again.

He sent a message all right, but the response was not the one he'd hoped. Karen bit her lip as she felt her right nipple begin to respond to the activity. She felt it stiffen and extend itself into the back of the little man's head. The left nipple followed suit on its own. "Oh crap," she thought to herself. She cursed the over-sensitivity of these massive hooters, but realized that she was starting to get a little giddy with the tingly sensations they were sending all over her body.

The smaller man felt the unmistakable pressure of someone's finger in the back of his ear and he nudged it away with the side of his head. It was just like school all over again - somebody always picking on him and poking him from behind. He repeatedly tried to nudge it away, but it came right back.

To her dismay, only a few office workers made their way out and they were quickly replaced by a few others who were waiting to go to the higher floors. Everyone settled right back into where they were and what they were doing.

Ted's friend Mark saw his cue in the gap that soon formed between Karen's deep bottom cleft and the strained panty material suspended over it. He reached over and lowered the rabbit's foot on his key chain into her crack. Karen gasped aloud at the sensation of the silky fur sliding between her butt cheeks. She couldn't help her response. The feeling was so subtle and it tickled in a very good way. Her involuntary response was to clench her cheeks together, which forced her thick labia together in the process. She felt them begin to itch and moisten under pressure.

A few other passengers turned their heads at her reaction. A couple of them were even in a position to note the effect of her nipples stabbing out from behind the jacket.

All of the nudging and dragging and subtle pressures were building on her and Karen was becoming somewhat unmindful of the rather public position she was still in. Small moans began to emit from her throat and she began to move in response to her tauntings, both accidental and purposeful.

Try as she might, she couldn't continue to stand and ignore the agitation. The small man in front of her kept trying to nudge her nipple out of his ear and soon reached up and brushed it aside with his hand. The guys behind her had succeeded in working her panties down to the point where they were now of no more use than to keep her buttocks restricted as they continued her delicious suffering with the rabbit's foot assault. They would lower it until she involuntarily clenched her cheeks together over it and then they would slowly draw it up and out of her grip.

For her part, she felt her own fingers climbing upward under her jacket to caress the lower swell of her bosom. She could no longer ignore the itch to touch her own flesh. She maneuvered her hands into position as best she could and then slid them up under the jacket where she could drag her nails across the tight surface of her swollen boobs. Several breathy sighs escaped her lips without her knowing.

Others began to take note of Karen's breathing and distracted moans. It seemed rather rude to them for this gorgeous girl to play her erotic games on the elevator where no one was at liberty to respond with any suitable decorum or to leave in good taste. At the next stop, the 23^rd floor, three women got off; two men leaned in that direction, but thought better of it, and five more men got on the elevator. She was now in the distinct minority of being one woman in an elevator packed full with men.

Karen had meant to go to the 29^th floor, but she was so distracted that she neglected to speak up and ask someone to push that button. She was becoming wholly consumed in her own passion and the errand of the day had left her mind for the time being.

The elevator teemed with nervous activity. The small man still could not rid himself of the finger poker and now someone was panting and moaning like they were having sex behind him. That too was an old tease and he resented it. The Rear-end guys were still playing "drop and retrieve" with the rabbit's foot but had now gotten bold enough to each lay a hand on either buttock and slide them under Karen's underwear. They repositioned her panties halfway down her thighs and moved slyly back up her haunches again. She seemed to enjoy this. They were emboldened by seeing her raising up and lowering on tiptoe with their movements. They were awed by their luck at taking that elevator on that day at that time, and they continued their quiet molestation with renewed vigor.

The small man finally got fed up and reached behind his head, grabbing what he believed to be the finger that had been tormenting him. He tugged it rudely aside. At just that moment, Ted the Rear-ender strove a little further and allowed one of his fingers to slide between Karen's legs. Encountering wetness there (she was fairly dripping by this point), he dragged it slowly up to the juncture of her thighs. While he could not make contact with her pussy from between her thick thighs, his finger inadvertently dragged over her puckered anus, causing her to gasp aloud. The small man held tightly to Karen's engorged nipple and turned as quickly as he could to face his tormentor with the captured digit.

He uttered in quiet but harsh tones, "Will you please stop!!," while shaking what he had mistaken for the finger rapidly back and forth. On seeing his error, his small face went blank. Karen had stopped breathing when she felt the electrical current flow from the simultaneous contact with her anus and her tortured nipple. Her hands were now well up under her jacket and, triggered by the delicious contacts in both fore and aft, she shoved the oppressive rayon up and over the swell of her chest. Those magnificent breasts sprung from their confinement and out into the cooling air of the elevator. As the inhabitants of the elevator turned as one, the breasts' naked splendor seemed to swell out into their space. In truth, this was an accurate perception - Karen's pectoral let-down reflex had kicked in and her giant tits had pushed forward another 8 inches or so, lending absurdity to exultation.

Unaware of what was happening out front, Ted had become more determined. He reach down with both hands and pulled Karen's right thigh away from the other and passed his hand right up between the two until he found glory in the swollen lips of her pussy.

Another man placed his entire hand over the apex of Karen's left breast at her nipple and pushed up into its mass. In a hushed, solemn tone he uttered "Jesus!"

Mark the other Rear-ender took firm hold of a buttock for himself and gave it an appreciative squeeze.

Soon the hands began to cover more ground, passing from her breasts (the obvious starting point), down over her ribs and tummy, her waist and hips, and over her thighs and butt. Karen was in another plane of sensory enhancement. Men began to kiss their way across her breasts and someone began to kiss a path up her right leg. Ted was really working over her cunt at this point, squishing freely between her soaking wet labia with several fingers. Then he began to drag his wrist and forearm through the sopping trench, never encountering a lack of lubrication.

Karen was gasping for breath now and was tensed up on her toes. She was giving herself over fully to the full body massage and the wicked sluicing of the arm through her privates with absolutely no thought to its appropriateness or to the consequences. The participants became more urgent and began to pull at her clothing, pulling the snaps on her jacket apart and working it off her arms. Someone got his hand under the waistband of her skirt and yanked it free in one brutal movement. Karen was jostled sideways but supported on the arms of her numerous paramours. Unhindered by clothing, her flesh came alive with the touch of what seemed like a hundred hands. She was aware of being extremely naked, owing to the very public aspect of the assault, and it felt fantastic and thrilling. She had never known so much attention in her entire life - and she was coming alive in it.

The elevator came to a halt suddenly on the 34th floor. A few men looked up with dread realization of what was about to happen. The man nearest the button panel desperately pounded the "Close Door" button. The door began to part, but hesitated and drew closed again. A few people waiting there saw little else inside the elevator car than the backs of several men's coats and the uplifted face of a beautiful brunette with bare shoulders. Strange, but not worthy of a lot of consideration. Inside the car, the same man began to pound on as many buttons as he could, trying to get the elevator to go somewhere, anywhere, as long as it didn't stop.

When it began to move again, our intrepid and volunteer panel attendant punched the "Elevator Stop" button with the side of his fist, bringing the car to a lurching halt. Several voices cheered a hearty "Yesss!!" before returning to their devotions.

The small man was withstanding the bumping and thrashing of his fellow passengers admirably. He was determined never to relinquish his attachment to Karen's right nipple and he was inventing new ways to traverse its length with both tongue and finger. He would gently twist it around his finger (as it was now fully 3 inches long) or put it in his mouth while wrapping his tongue around it over and over and over. Then he would re-apply a vacuum-like seal to it with his mouth and suck for all he was worth. The nipple was reddened and beginning to get sore, but Karen was delighting in the painful pleasure he was inflicting.

A big man in the front of the car gently nudged the small man aside, failing to disrupt his activity, and approached the woman head on. In a flash, his slacks were dropped to the floor and there appeared between the two a meaty pole that made even some of the other men stop and stare. The big man reached out, wrapped his arms around Karen's waist and slowly pulled her closer to him. Her delirium was momentarily broken and she lowered her head and looked into his face. Her hands came to rest on his broad, still clothed shoulders. He nestled himself between her huge mounds and slowly brought his cock into contact with her nether regions. Karen's eyes widened as he passed the length of his prick under her cunt lips, eventually mashing his pubic hair into hers, giving her the full measure of his member beneath her. In eager anticipation, Karen watched as he dipped slightly and slowly delivered his entire cock up into her cunt in one movement, lifting her off her feet with his slow deliberate force.

From that point, it became a free for all. Men struggled desperately for contact with any piece of Karen's flesh. Their aims quickly turned to the gratification of their own personal needs. As the main couple cavorted their way to the elevator floor, men took up positions all around and began to rub their own penises over the protruding sides of Karen's breasts (easily three dicks on each there), her arms and hands (which lent unconscious assistance by wrapping snugly around the rods she was offered), her legs and even her feet. Ted found Karen's face directly beneath him and simply plunged his cock down her throat. To her credit, Karen was utterly nonplused by this, securing him there with ample suction and collapsing the muscles of her throat around the length of his dick in a mercilessly unstoppable vice.

They all became a single, quivering mass of flesh. Punctuating the center of activity was the big man's brutal ramrod thrusts into Karen's pussy, which she bore admirably. He was really pounding it home - drawing out almost completely before slamming the length of his cock all the way back into her again. Each giant thrust elicited a grunt of approval from Karen and sent her entire body jerking backward. The others did their best to maintain the grips they had on her various body parts. Most resorted to simply rubbing their cocks over her flesh with increasing urgency.

Ted, like several of the others, announced his pending ejaculation. It was meant as a courtesy for the other men who might be hit with it, owing to close proximity and his own lack of control. No one assembled there had had so enticing an experience in such short order. Shots of cum began to fly across the car in all directions, coating everything and everyone indiscriminately. Within a matter of moments, most of the participants had lost their loads. And while they were each a little disappointed in their longevity, they were absolutely dumbfounded with the intensity of the experience. Some of them had not experienced as much complete abandonment and physical satisfaction in their entire lives as they did in the first few moments in the tiny elevator car that day.

As some of the ruckus died down, it became apparent that the big man was having some trouble. He raised himself up to his knees, still caught fast in Karen's clenching pussy, and seemed in a desperate struggle to free his cock. He glanced up, his pleading eyes begging for release. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh - I've GOT to cum and it won't come out! She's got me too tight! Shit, I'm gonna explode!" Several of the men ignored him and fell into his place over Karen's chest, one of them licking the perspiration from her neck and cleavage like a dog.

Though adrift in her own dimension of pleasure, Karen did hear the big man's pleas, and slightly eased her pussy's clamp on his cock.

His voice cracked like a teenager as he screamed, "Ooooooh SHIT!" and proceeded to rip a blast of cum up into Karen's pussy. He tried to back out for further ease of release, but Karen dug her nails into his thighs and kept him in place for the duration of his numerous pressurized blasts.

The cum in her pussy triggered a happiness and a heat that she had never known. Ted the former Rear-ender was still pouring cum down her throat and she sucked it from him with even greater force than his body could deliver it. Her entire body flushed with heat and a tingling in her tummy that was warm and satisfying.

The men leaned away from her in progression as they finished, still jacketed but sporting dripping naked cocks that throbbed with the excitement of their recently completed work. Sighs of contentment and relief were heard all around, especially from the big man, who was finally able to extricate his shriveled member from Karen's fleshy vice. As he pulled away, a long strand of cum stretched from his tortured dickhead to her still gaping pussy lips. The men seemed to collapse as one against the walls of the elevator car and gasp for breath.

Conspicuous beneath them all lay the still writhing form of their super-voluptuous elevator mate. Far from sharing their exhaustion, she seemed to be moaning and fondling herself with the same heated passion with which she'd lured them all to play only moments ago. Without looking at any one of them, she coquettishly muttered in a sexy moan just loud enough to be heard, "but... I'm not... done... yet!"

They all watched as she sought out each glob of cum with which she'd been splattered and lovingly massaged it into the ample flesh of her huge, rounded tits. She smoothed the love lotion all over their vast expanse, surrounded them in her arms and pushed them together, forming a canyon of cleavage before letting them fall apart. The men each privately noted that though she was fully reclining on her back, neither breast slopped over the side of her chest, but rather stood firm and full and for the most part upright.

Karen pushed more of the cum down over her taught stomach, where they could clearly see her abdominal muscles, and down to her crotch, where both hands pushed and snuggled while she squeezed her thighs shut. As she slid her hands down over her fat, juicy vulva, making an audible squishing sound, her knees drew up toward her chest. Several times over she repeated this urgent, unconscious rub. She was still lost in the sensation and only loosely in touch with her physical whereabouts.

After watching only another few seconds of this and seeing those immense breasts roll and toss with each lunge, the men became aware of renewed heat in their loins. Looking down, they found that their renewed hard-ons met or exceeded the rigidity of their most recent. The volunteer button pusher somehow parted Karen's legs and drove himself to the full into her strong, thick, soft pussy before the others had a chance to move.

They each fell upon her again, and again, and even again, to Karen's delighted surprise. The mystery of how the missing executives had spent their day would never be answered satisfactorily. Carol was awfully worried after Karen failed to meet with her in the break room, but chalked it up to the irresponsible behavior she'd been showing for days. Later, one of the executive secretaries retrieved Karen's purse from Carol's office. That evening it was noted that her car was missing from the parking garage. But no one in the offices saw Karen that day or witnessed her leaving that night.

Karen saw plenty.

(Reader: you've read this far and there's definitely more to come - including more BE, a little deus ex machina, more uncomfortable situations, and... well, you'll see. If you've got anything to share (thanks, Cap), I would appreciate your feedback on my little developing story of Karen. [email protected])