The Perils v - Deus ex machinna

by Uncle Stav

Karen was in a place of complete contentment. She stretched and rolled herself over and snuggled into the sheets in supreme, relaxing slumber. She was aware of only a few moments of consciousness broken by continued dreaminess.

She slowly became aware of herself when she hugged the big soft pillows in front of her and found them to be warm and responsive to the sensation of being touched. They were her. They were her own enormous breasts. Lovingly, she passed her arms over them and pulled them to her, reveling in the comfort and warmth they provided. The re-discovery of her self was becoming a morning routine that she was beginning to relish.

She adored the sensations of the cool, silky sheets against her warm skin. She became aware that a large swath of material was trapped between her thighs and she slowly drew them over one another to heighten her enjoyment. Then she spread her thighs and nudged the material away. Reaching down in a long, fluid movement, she passed first her forearm and then her hand and then her delicate fingertips over her puffy vulva, gasping at the fluttering sensations that she provoked.

Dreamily opening her eyes, she found herself lying under a ceiling of beautiful drapery gathered together directly over her bed. A thin ray of white light extended across the room from a nearby window. Her dreamy mind smiled up at the light. She cooed and rolled again to her side, pulling the sheets up between her behemoth breasts.

"GOOD MORNING, MISS KAREN!" A shrill, metallic voice split the air.

Karen woke with a start and quickly realized that she had no idea where she was. She tried to sit up and was only able to pull herself up to rest on her left elbow. It was all she could do to support the weight of her chest from there. She also noticed that elevating herself in this way didn't even lift her breasts away from the mattress. They lay in front of her like two big... well, sacks. She'd never seen anything on anybody that was as large they were. They just swelled out there and they were really big.

Blinking in a sliver of morning light, she saw that she was lying in a large, round bed in an alcove surrounded with windows. It was part of a posh suite that was decorated almost completely in white. It seemed very clean and very elegant.

"I SAY, GOOD MORNING, MISS KAREN!"

There didn't seem to be anyone around. The room was still and silent, aside from the strange voice. After a moment, she struggled out from under the twisted bedsheets and sat up on the edge of the mattress.

"Who's there? Where are you?" she muttered, trying to determine her circumstances.

"The guys!" she suddenly remembered warmly. "Oooooh, all those... Oh my god. What did...?"

"I'M RIGHT HERE, MISS. THE COMPUTER ON THE DESK." She gazed around her. "TO YOUR RIGHT, DEAR."

"Who are you?" she asked, gazing at what appeared to be a blank monitor. Suddenly aware that someone was watching, somewhere, she thought to draw the bedsheet over herself as she slid over the mattress toward a small desk and the computer. She had to pull the sheet loose and use the better part of it to wrap herself and appease her modesty.

"PLEASE HIT THE SPACE BAR, AND I CAN INTRODUCE MYSELF TO YOU."

She did as requested, and the monitor screen, a huge 21-inch model, lit up with a very crisp image of a weeping willow dipping over a large pond. It was a live-action image. The morning sun was sparkling through the leaves of the tree as they were tousled in a light breeze. Karen thought the rich, emerald greens and splashes of sunlight were beautiful.

"I AM CALLED FRED. THE VOICE YOU ARE HEARING IS NOT REALLY THAT OF AN INDIVIDUAL, BUT RATHER A COMPUTER-GENERATED REPRESENTATION OF THIS COMPUTER'S MAIN DRIVE.

WITHOUT GOING INTO TOO MUCH DETAIL, THIS SYSTEM HAS BEEN PROVIDED FOR YOU IN ORDER TO ASSIST WITH YOUR EVERYDAY NEEDS AND TO ALLOW YOU ACCESS TO EVERYTHING THAT YOU MIGHT REQUIRE."

"Require?" she thought aloud, "I just need to get home."

"MISS, I IMAGINE THAT YOU MAY HAVE BEEN TOO INCAPACITATED TO REMEMBER IT, BUT THIS SUITE WAS PROVIDED TO YOU FOR YOUR USE AS A ‘HOME.’"

"Provided for me..." she wondered, "by whom?"

"THE SUITE WAS PROVIDED BY THE GENTLEMEN OF THE EXECUTIVE BOARD OF THE COMPANY, MANY OF WHOM ACCOMPANIED YOU HERE LAST EVENING. I HAVE BEEN PROGRAMMED TO DISPLAY A LETTER TO YOU ON THEIR BEHALF THAT MAY PERHAPS JOG YOUR MEMORY AND EXPLAIN SOME OF THE DETAILS."

Still not quite comfortable with the situation, or conversing with a computer, she nonetheless agreed. "Umm, OK... let me see it."

Instantly the screen blinked and a desktop image of a green and white marble surface appeared. On it, a small white rectangle emerged from the center and grew slowly, tossing and flipping like a piece of paper falling through space. The paper soon righted itself and grew to fill the desktop. It was a lengthy, typed personal letter on what appeared to be company stationary:

Karen blushed a deep crimson and stirred on the edge of the bed. She took a moment to glance around her again and pull the sheet more securely around her. The resurgent memory of the elevator experience momentarily took her breath away and caused her to clutch at her enormous bosom. She also found that she was regaining a memory in the warm crevice between her legs. It was pretty sensitive and sore, but despite itself it was starting to moisten with re-invigorated juices. She cursed under her breath at her inadequacy to keep it in check and returned to the letter.

Karen was stunned and sat on the bed, staring into the wall.

"WILL THERE BE A REPLY, MISS?"

A moment passed before she registered the question. Before it was repeated, she answered "No... um, I'm sorry. Not yet, no." The very idea of what she’d just read was more than she could reason with.

"THEN MAY I TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO ACQUAINT YOU WITH THE SUITE? VERY QUICKLY, AS I SEE YOU HAVE A LOT TO THINK OVER, MY SYSTEM IS WIRED FOR ACCESS THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE SUITE. YOU MAY ISSUE VERBAL REQUESTS FOR ASSISTANCE FROM ANY ROOM. MY SYSTEM CONTROLS ALL OF THE ELECTRICAL SERVICE INCLUDING APPLIANCES, LIGHTING, WINDOW SHADES, CEILING FANS, AND TEMPERATURE CONTROLS. IN ADDITION, MY SYSTEM OVERSEES SECURITY OF DOORS AND WINDOWS, VIDEO MONITORING OF EACH ROOM, VOICE MAIL MESSAGING AND CALLER I.D., AND DISPOSAL OF TRASH."

Karen only barely noted what the computer was describing for her.

"WOULD YOU LIKE A LITTLE DOWN TIME, MISS - TO GET A FEEL FOR THE SUITE AND BECOME ACCUSTOMED TO THE SPACE?"

"Yes... yes, I would. Do you have a sleep mode or something?" The thing was beginning to bother her, droning on about the system this and the system that.

"YES, MISS. IF THAT'S REALLY WHAT YOU WANT."

The computer monitor went black. Karen thought she almost sensed a little something -disappointment or even indignation - over being asked to shut itself down.

She thought about her situation and was not very comfortable with it. As she saw it, she was being propositioned to be their mistress, the whore for maybe a dozen men. Her stomach tightened at the implication. She was being asked to sit around a plush apartment, being waited on hand and foot by a computer with an annoying tone.

And all she had to do "–All you have to do, dear" she spoke to herself aloud — "is give yourself up to them on a ‘regular’ basis. You just have to let them put their hands all over you... maybe one at a time or even all at once again... and let them paw at you again and get you all wet and slippery again (her hand began to move slowly over her thigh)... and let them kiss you all over again... and dig their noses and their tongues and their fingertips into parts of you that you can't even reach (her middle finger was already drubbing over her puffing clitoris)... and then they'll fill you up again with all of their penises, their COCKS that stick straight up at you and drill back into you (the sheet had fallen back onto the bed and two fingers were inside her wet, clutching pussy) again and again (she'd found her left nipple and was tweaking and pulling it viciously) and AGAIN! AGAIN!!... AND AGAIN!!... AND A-GAI--... wwWOOOF!!"

When she was finished, she was on her back on the bed. She had two very wet fingers in her mouth and was still twisting her left nipple like Play-Doh. Some time had passed, but she couldn't be sure how much.

"Oh, darn it, Karen!" she chided herself. "How can you expect to be treated well when you treat yourself so badly? What's come over you?" She proceeded to let go of her nipple and sit up into a rather large wet spot on the sheet. She jumped up from the mattress and shook her head at her own ridiculous lack of propriety.

She yawned and proceeded to stretch her stiff muscles. She pushed her arms out and up over her head, taking stock as she did so of the pull of her massive breasts on the muscles of her chest. Putting her arms back down, it still amazed her that her back wasn't very much affected by the weight she was carrying in front. She hefted them again appreciably, at least as much as she could with only one hand on each, and it was then she noticed something a little bit troubling.

She felt that she had finally gotten a little bit used to the things. It had been a couple days now since she'd obtained them and she'd come to know them pretty well under her own private scrutiny. But she was suddenly aware that something was different now. They still had the incredible loftiness, which held them up from her belly, and they were still firm yet soft and spongy. But, from her viewpoint, they seemed somehow even bigger now than they'd been before.

They swelled forward further than she remembered. She turned to a mirror over a huge white dresser to examine herself. Turning sideways, bending over carefully and turning to face the mirror again, she came to the conclusion that she was sadly correct. Her actual phrasing was something like "OH… my… GOD!!"

What had already been cartoon-ish was now, though only slightly so, even more pronounced. They swung out in front of her like sails in a full wind. Their greater fullness seemed to push them even further apart, projecting them a few inches further to each side. In size, they resembled children's punching balloons, without the stiffness and spherical roundness. They retained a more naturalistic, gourd-like shape. Their scale and buoyancy astounded her. For their size and mass, she thought that by all rights they ought to have been hanging halfway to her knees.

She tried to judge whether her butt had also been affected, but couldn’t tell from the mirror. By taking hold of it, she found that it too might have been a bit fuller. On close inspection, it became apparent that her genitals had also enlarged somewhat. Karen didn’t know whether it was a result of her "play session" moments ago, but she thought that her labia and clitoris both seemed swollen, even in comparison to their previously engorged state. Her clitoris stuck out so far that it almost seemed to be looking up at her from its moist haven. She found herself so troubled by these new "developments" that several moments had passed before she thought to resume an examination of her immediate situation.

The bedroom was big. The bed itself was about ten feet in diameter and there was plenty of room all around it. The ceiling was maybe twelve feet high. There was a large hall that led away from the bed to the bathroom. It was about eight feet from side to side with glass doors on either side, presumably for closets. She opened one and her jaw nearly fell. A light came on automatically inside and slowly increased in intensity to allow her eyes to adjust. It was a walk-in closet that housed a grouping of the finest women's clothing she'd ever seen in one place.

Pulling aside some of the hangers to read the labels, she noted that these were simply the best. High-end names adorned every garment, but she doubted that these were truly straight from the designer. They represented a range from casual wear to dresses and blazers to evening gowns in several colors and styles. What was more, even at a glance they appeared to be sized for girls of "generous" dimensions like herself. There was a lot of material at the front of each garment, which made for a less than desirable hanger image but which she knew would be more than accounted for in fitted appearance.

She slipped a blouse off of its hanger to test the fit. It was white silk, of course, and it had an incredible pearlescent sheen. It was sleeveless and zipped up the back, leaving a solid white front. It would be great under a blazer, she thought. She pulled it over the swell of her breasts and slid her arms through the sleeve holes. She reached back to find the zipper ends, anxious for the result. To her surprise, the blouse not only pulled in smartly at her waist, but as she drew the zipper upward, there was no significant strain. The bodice had been amply cut to accommodate a more than generous bust. She was able to pull the zipper straight up until she could no longer reach it from below and finished it by reaching over the top of her shoulders. When it reached the top, she lowered her arms and found herself very comfortably ensconced in a perfectly fit silk sheath. She was thrilled.

Looking in the mirror, she saw how perfectly it fit her. She also had the familiar reckoning that, though well clothed (at least from the waist up), she still looked like she had some type of ballistic missile battery protruding from her chest. But they had to be covered and at least they could be covered in style.

She proceeded to work her way through the closet, trying things on again and again, looking for the most modest appearance she could present. It wasn’t necessarily easy. With the exception of a few blouses like the white sleeveless one, most of the choices were a little more daring than she would have liked. She assumed the men — the executives — were responsible for the choices, as almost everything was cut deeply into the bodice or rode high up on the thigh. And on her stunning form, a cut of any kind was unusually revealing. But they were nice clothes, and she kind of liked the way she came across in certain pieces despite herself.

She had to have something to wear. And even if she might never be able to return it, she simply would have to find something here with which to cover herself for the time being.

She was increasingly amazed at the skill with which someone had outfitted the wardrobe to her physical specifications. It seemed that somebody had been working very hard while she slept. Later she noticed a business card on the dresser that indicated the work of a high price tailor named "Vanitas." It was perched atop a stack of silk panties. On the back of the card was a note to "see me about fitting for bras." Apparently that would be a more complicated order than assembling several dozen outsized garments overnight.

Karen slipped into a pair of the panties and reveled in the feel of silk on her nether regions and her super-round buttocks. The panties actually fit her and showed a determination to stay in place, which made her feel much more confident.

She felt as though she had showered recently, obviously at some point last evening, though she couldn’t quite recall. Feeling good enough to get dressed, she happily settled on the white blouse with a blue blazer and slacks. Her chest stuck out wildly from the blazer, but at least the tail of the coat concealed her enormous ass. The slacks fit her perfectly, slim at the waist and broad at the hips and behind. She chose some low heel open-toe shoes to finish off the outfit.

She stood before the mirror and actually smiled. For the first time in days she wasn’t embarrassed to see herself and she could even think about being seen. The madness and depravity of the last few days were somehow washed away and she began to feel like the old Karen again. She actually imagined that she could return to life again, with only a few alterations in the way she went about it. She’d gotten a boatload of confidence from a simple set of clothing that fit her exaggerated form and somehow made her feel less like a freak.

She glanced at the clock and realized that it was already approaching one o’clock in the afternoon. She had slept awfully late and it had taken her more time than she’d thought to try on all the clothes, let alone the time she’d spent playing with herself on the bed.

Wanting to avoid meeting up again with any of her elevator buddies, she decided to try to make as graceful and quick a getaway as possible. They could be coming to check in on her any minute. She did give some thought to staying, as it was certainly more comfortable here than anywhere else she’d been recently. And the guys had been very generous to her, providing her with the clothes and all, even if they did intend to use her as their human blow-up doll. And god only knew what other difficulties she would be facing just trying to keep getting along in the world. It might be smart to have a safe haven where she knew she’d be cared for.

But… she was afraid that there was bound to be some type of much more significant "string" attached to the deal. She instantly had a vision of herself being held as a kind of love slave — that all these clothes were just a lure and that they would never actually be worn. She would be trussed up over a chair and used time and again by a never ending train of executives who timed their coffee breaks and lunch breaks to keep her in a constant state of sexual climax...

She broke away from the vision when she realized that it was happening again. Her nipples were pushing out against her blouse like wine corks and she stopped herself before she could grab them and ruin the blouse in the process. "OK, girl, you've got to get out of here!" she chided herself, "This is a really nice outfit. You're not going to ruin the only one you've got!"

Having said that, she decided to go back to the closet and choose only a few more outfits to take with her. She needed them, but didn’t want to appear to be a thief or a gold-digger. She also didn’t want to be beholden to the men for any more than she already was. She did take all the panties, however, because they might be hard to come by and because the pair she had on was making her feel very confident (walking around was becoming fun — and a little slippery). She took the tailor’s card too — she’d have to look him/her up. Just before she left the bedroom, she stopped, turned on her heels and went back for a sexy, deep red evening gown. She couldn’t get the picture of how she looked in it out of her mind. It might be useful sometime, when she was ready for it.

She placed all of the clothing in a large decorator bag from the closet so she wouldn’t look like a thief bolting the premises. When she walked out into the living room of the apartment, she almost gasped at the splendor of the furnishings. She told herself not to take notice, it would only make it more difficult to leave it all behind. She saw her purse and keys for the Lexus on the table and a note describing where to find the car in the garage. She guessed that she had no choice but to take it, as the keys for her old car were nowhere to be found.

Stopping briefly in the kitchen, she made herself a sandwich and took a soft drink. Her hunger was amazing. She realized that it was due, yet again, to all of the strenuous activity the day before. One sandwich only ignited her appetite. She then made herself two more, put them in plastic wrap and stuck them in her bag with a few more drinks. She had to get out before anyone came back. She took her purse and her bag of clothing and left quietly and quickly.

On her way back to her own apartment, she had to drive with her arms fully extended and they were tired. Her boobs had literally rested on the steering wheel when she’d gotten into the car. So she had to adjust the driver’s seat back almost as far as it would go. She had to admit that the Lexus was a nice ride.

On the drive home, a million different thoughts had raged in her mind. What the heck had possessed her to go with all of those men? What kind of person had she become now — after that encounter with all those men? "Slut" came to mind. She immediately resented the guilt and subconsciously longed for the ecstasy of being the subject of inordinate amounts of male devotion. It had felt really nice but she was troubled by these changes in her life.

"These boobs," she thought, "it’s all because of them — well, and my ass too!" Remembering the new growth she’d noticed that morning, a new fear possessed her. "What if this isn’t it? What if they keep growing?! I thought they were done before! Cripes, I’ll have to push them around in a wheelbarrow!"

At that moment, "they" seemed to acknowledge her fear by reminding her of the effect that silky material had on nipples. As she turned the wheel, she felt them drag over the fabric and suddenly push up like meat thermometers. She struggled to turn the wheel without agitating them further.

At her old apartment, she found a few more messages on her answering. She deleted the ones from the office immediately, having turned the corner on that part of her life and deciding to ignore it. The remaining message, from her sweet grandmother checking in on her again, got her thinking.

She had wanted to get out and see Grandma again, as it had been a while since she’d been able to spend much time with her. When she moved here, it was with the knowledge that she’d be living closer to the old gal and would be able to give her the time she needed now that she was getting up there in years.

This seemed as good a time as any to go to the country. She needed some time to think and get adjusted to her new life. Heck, she needed time to plan for a new life! And while Grandma would surely be shocked by the changes in her granddaughter’s physique, she would also be the most understanding person to be around right now. Certainly better than a group of horny middle-aged businessmen.

So it was settled. She grabbed a few more things from her apartment and called Grandma to let her know she was coming. She was gone again within a minute.

Twenty minutes later she was at the wheel of a dead Lexus. The engine had just shut off and it was all she could do, without power, to get the car to the side of the road. She was stranded on a long stretch of rolling highway in the middle of farm country.

"For crying out loud, can I just get one break?" she said to herself.

"TROUBLE, MISS KAREN?" came a voice from the dashboard. It was the same shrill computer voice from the apartment.

"What are you…? Do you control this, too?!" she asked.

"YES, MISS. AND IT IS MY UNFORTUNATE RESPONSIBILITY TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE EXCEEDED THE ACCEPTABLE RANGE OF TRAVEL."

"What acceptable range of travel?" she inquired, with more than a little irritation.

"HAD I HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO EXPLAIN EARLIER, I WOULD HAVE MADE YOU AWARE OF THIS SPECIFIC LIMITATION TO THE OPERATION OF THE CAR. YOU MADE QUITE A HASTY ESCAPE."

"Wonderful. So you’re telling me that they want to limit how far away from them I can go?"

"TO BE SPECIFIC, IT’S HOW FAR AWAY FROM THE APARTMENT YOU CAN GO IN THEIR CAR, MISS."

"I’m going to see my grandmother, for crying out loud!" she exclaimed. "Is there no allowance for that?"

Following an extended silence, she spouted, "Alright, alright — just turn their precious car back on and I’ll drive it back to town!"

"I’M AFRAID I CAN’T DO THAT, MISS. ONCE THE ENGINE HAS BEEN DISABLED, IT REQUIRES TECHNICAL SUPPORT TO RE-SUPPLY POWER."

"Great, just great. So I’m stuck out here in the middle of nowhere?"

"NOT NECESSARILY, MISS. AS WE SPEAK, A TECHNICAL SUPPORT TEAM HAS BEEN DISPATCHED TO SEE TO BOTH THE CAR AND YOU. THEY SHOULD BE HERE IN A MATTER OF MINUTES."

Karen looked around her. There wasn’t a single car in sight, and she could see over the rise of the hills for a number of miles.

"AND I WILL BE HERE, OF COURSE, TO KEEP YOU COMPANY."

That was all she needed to hear. "See ya," was her abrupt reply. Forgetting her jacket on the passenger seat, she quickly opened the driver’s door and stepped out. As she rose, she heard the door locks engage and felt the car door begin to swing itself closed again, trapping her against the frame of the car.

She felt lucky that she had partly escaped the unseen trap. She had a foot on the burm of the road, but the edge of the door was pressed directly into the cleavage of her breasts and the pressure was steadily increasing. She was soon engaged in a desperate struggle to free her right tit and her right leg. She was having trouble drawing breath and, as her arms were both up over the top edge of the door, she could feel her breasts being pressed out of the arm holes of her blouse.

"You’re hurting me!" she exclaimed, as she felt her ribcage being constricted by the force of the door. The silk blouse began to give way and split at the seams. Becoming more anxious, she found in herself a reserve of strength that she had never previously tapped. Karen pushed out on the door with all her might and pulled herself free as quickly as possible. She was just able to draw her hands back in time as the door slammed tightly shut. She was sure they would have been crushed.

Thankfully, the immense balloon of her right breast had been nudged aside, or it too would have been cruelly pinched. But the material of her blouse, where it had split beneath her arm, and her right pants pocket were now trapped tightly in the door. Karen began to panic when the car’s engine started on its own and the car began to move.

Realizing that she would be dragged along with the car, she furiously pulled at the material and successfully tore herself free of her blouse. She fell to the ground as the car rapidly pulled away; her pants pocket tore loose and took her right pant leg with it.

Tossing her hair out of her face, she sat up to watch the Lexus squeal its tires and pivot around quickly until it was pointed directly at her from ten yards away. Karen lay on her side, supported on her left arm, with both of her enormous white breasts lying on the pavement in front of her. Her blouse waved in the breeze from the driver’s door of the car. She struggled to her feet, dragging her boobs over the gravelly surface of the road for a moment and keeping her eyes on the Lexus. She had trouble straightening her right leg. It felt like she’d pulled a muscle trying to get out of the car.

Without warning, the car’s engine revved and it lurched forward at an incredible rate of speed. Karen turned and dove, feeling the immense power of her buttocks shoving her out into space. She landed in a grassy ditch at the side of the road and rolled over to watch the rear tire of the Lexus flying past her head. The car kept going and slammed into the side wall of the ditch. It’s tires were still spinning and flung sod and mud into Karen’s face.

Quickly, she was on her feet and heading up the embankment as the car regained its mobility and turned out into the road. Karen was having a hell of a time making it up the slope. Her open-toe shoes had no traction whatsoever and came off almost immediately as she clambered up through the tall grass. She slipped to her knees once and felt as well as heard the front end of the Lexus slam into the embankment beneath her.

Suddenly her physical endowments posed little hindrance whatsoever as her powerful thighs and buttocks bulged and thrusted, carrying her up the steep incline in a matter of seconds. The only complication was posed when her powerful strides threw her knees up into the bottoms of her breasts, which in turn flew into her face. But in her panic that was easily ignored. She felt only a slight twinge in her pulled hamstring muscle.

Once she’d reached the top, she spun around with bold assurance to look down upon the Lexus. She had to hold her wobbling breasts down so that she could see down over the hill to where the car sat idling. It had backed itself away from the embankment, but was still pointed towards its prey.

Suspecting that the company’s "technical support team" would be arriving soon, Karen spun away from the edge of the hill. Given the events of the last few moments, she doubted they would be coming to help her. She leapt some barbwire fencing, which was quite a trick with the giant twins slinging from her chest, and settled into a strong run through a budding cornfield. She was eager to gain some time on her pursuers.

A quarter of a mile later, she was already having some difficulty. Though her legs were stronger than they’d ever felt, her breathing was becoming labored. It was all she could do to keep her chest in check. She had to keep re-adjusting her hands to counteract the bounding forces contained within them. And her delicate hands were simply too small for the task of containing all that flesh.

Her slacks had come undone — tearing free the clasp at the waist — and they were beginning to fall down her left leg and impede her stride. She just couldn’t spare a hand to try to keep them up, so she disposed of them without a second thought.

It wasn’t until she’d resumed her flight that she realized the sight she must have made. She was now nearly nude, saves for her panties, and covered with grass, sod and splattered mud from the fresh field. And her wildly bouncing breasts only completed the picture of a wild wet dream on the run.

She ran directly into a section of woods at the far edge of the cornfield. There she encountered numerous thorn bushes and burrs in the brush, but she continued on unabated. She desperately searched for a path or an open passage of any kind, but the underbrush was unrelentingly thick and tangled. It caught in her hair and scraped over her bare skin, but it wasn’t until a particularly stubborn thorn branch snagged on her panties that she was deterred or showed any concern.

The thorn dug into the flesh of her hip and held tight to her silken panties, until she was pulled off balance and fell to the ground, finally tearing her panties asunder. When she turned over and looked up, rolling her right breast aside, she saw them dangling from the still-swaying branch.

Karen had long red scratches over her arms, thighs and the vast surfaces of her breasts. She was sweating and covered with mud and leaves. She was lying on her back and a broken branch was jutting up against her spine. And gazing up into the canopy of spring leaves over her head, she felt the undeniable presence of a rain shower beginning to splash its way down through the trees.

She decided to walk a while to rest. Besides, she hurt pretty much all over. Her boobs were aching from both the scratches and scrapes they’d suffered and the torment of being thrown around so violently while she ran. She tried to heft them up to ease the muscles. She rubbed them as she walked to push off the bits of nature clinging to them, and to sooth their soreness. They soon felt much better with the drops of rain falling on them through the trees and the mild April wind passing over them. Karen was surprised to feel goosebumps run over her skin and soon passed her hands over a pair of pleasantly distended nipples.

"Even after all we’ve been through, you jump up like little puppies!" she chided them.

On the other side of the woods, the brush cleared away and opened into another corn field, alongside which there sat a small farm house and a barn. Naked, wet and cold, she headed for the farmhouse, hoping to find help.

When she neared the house, she thought about the effect a hugely endowed naked woman at the door might have. Surprisingly she was not so concerned with being seen as she had been in recent days. Maybe it was because she was so tired or because there didn’t seem to be anyone around to make her self-conscious. Or maybe it was because she’d been nude for the last three days and she was getting used to it. She hoped not.

She found an old apron hanging from a clothes line and tried to cover herself with it. It was a classic country apron, thin cotton with a small flower pattern and ruffles all around the edges. She was pretty sure her grandmother had one just like it. She was too vast up front for it to do a lot of good, but she pulled it down over her chest as best she could. At first she opted not to try to tie it in back, because she didn’t think it would reach. But the first breeze lifted the thing straight up off of her chest. It fluttered from her neck like a banner. So she took a shot at tying it on.

She tugged the strings behind her and with a little manipulation the apron eventually undercut her boobs, nudging them up and out to the sides. She barely got it tied at all, and when she did she couldn’t bring her arms down to her sides. About ten inches of tit bulged out from either side, leaving her arms dangling. The apron’s strings usually cinched it at a person’s waist. Karen’s "waistline" was found just under the foremost thrust of her bosom, which raised the lower portion of the apron far from her lap as intended. On her, it hung like a little hanky blowing in the breeze. Her privates were definitely on display, but she again had no knowledge of it, as she could never have actually seen it.

She knocked at the side door and then the front of the house. Each time she knocked or rang the bell, she slid into the bushes to conceal herself a little better. But the bushes tickled her rump, so she decided to stop appeasing her modesty again. After several attempts at each door, she resigned herself to the fact that no one was home. There wasn’t another house in sight and she was still pretty exhausted. So she went to the barn looking for a place to rest and to wait for someone to return.

The barn was like any other she’d seen, except not very well kept. It was built on an incline so that smaller animals and equipment could enter from the ground level, and to the back there was a lower level to house larger animals and allow them access to the pastures. She pulled open the broad door and found plenty of animals inside. It seemed that they’d been recently fed, so she was fairly sure someone would be returning soon. There really didn’t seem to be very adequate housing for the animals, as some of the pens were broken down and several different types of livestock mingled together freely.

She found a secluded corner of the upper level backed with a few bales of hay and some loose straw piled in front. Without much hesitation, she curled up into the straw and was soon sound asleep.

For the most part, it was a sound sleep. She’d enjoyed some very good sleep recently, owing to her being exhausted sexually on a number of occasions in the last few days. But this sleep brought dreams for the first time in a while.

Her mind was soon swirling with giant floating breasts and bulging buttocks, all of which seemed to bounce around one another on a wide floor. It was like a flesh cartoon sequence. Sometimes they would bounce near her and land on her. She watched the giant buttock turn in mid-air and reveal a wide fat pussy on the other side. She saw it turn and fall directly onto her, squeezing open and engulfing her before lifting away again, leaving her sticky and wet. The boobs would bounce by with fat nipples waving as they spun past. Eventually the boobs landed on her too and the nipples would brush over her entire body or bounce up between her legs. Everything moved slowly and the giant orbs of flesh were very soft and inviting.

She reached out and caught the next nipple that came near her with both hands. It felt very good to squeeze it firmly and pull up on it. It was as thick as a fire hose and easily a foot long in her hands. She felt herself rolling with the breast now and taking flight as it continued to bounce and bump along. She felt the other breast and the butt/pussy bump into her occasionally as she clung to the nipple and tugged it up and down. Soon everything was getting slippery from the thick, warm juices leaking from the pussy.

Karen felt the other nipple lodge itself between her legs and begin to work its way up to her own pussy. She felt herself relax and allow the nipple to squeeze past her full labia. It felt amazing — her pussy was so full and warm. And then the nipple began to lick her. Somehow it had projected a tongue and was bathing the inner walls of her vagina. She began to tremble from the immense pleasure and pull on the other nipple in her hands more insistently. She felt a hot liquid squirting up her arms as she tensed for her impending orgasm. Her climax burst from her with the intensity of a freight train, causing her to cry out… and open her eyes.

She awoke on her side with her chin between her gargantuan breasts. She could see the material of the apron bunched inside her cavernous cleavage. The left breast lay out on the floor, while the right had rolled off its neighbor and fallen to the side so that it too was resting on the dirty wooden floor. At the end of each breast was attached a suckling piglet lying on its side. The piglets were fully engrossed in trying to milk from her and had brought a huge amount of suction to bear on each nipple. Each piglet had engulfed an entire nipple and all but a few inches of each aureola. She could feel the ends of her nipples being tugged on by muscles deep in the backs of their mouths.

Before her dreaminess could subside and her conscious mind could turn to revulsion, she found that it felt unbelievably good. The suction and tugging were enormous. A normal woman would have cried out in pain, but this enhanced woman was tingling from the pressure and agitation.

She felt a raspy, wet tongue drag over her arm and move across the surface of her right breast in repeated swipes. She turned her head to see the face of an Australian sheep dog, its one blue eye and one green eye barely noticing her as the face bobbed over the horizon of her mountainous right breast.

She felt both of her hands clutching at something wet and smooth and rigid out of sight beyond the globe of her breast. Whatever it was was slippery and slid itself back and forth between her hands. It pulsed and jerked repeatedly and threw hot slime up her forearm. From the angle of its approach, she deduced that it was attached to the dog licking her tit. He seemed to be showing his thanks.

And so as not to go unnoticed, something else announced its presence by nudging its way deeper into her vagina. She noticed that her legs were spread as wide as they would go. It felt as though it had already penetrated her by several inches. It was forcing her labia further apart as it sought to drive itself even further into her cunny. It seemed to be cone shaped and its increasing breadth was stretching the limit of her pussy’s elasticity. But it was also doing a number on the inside of her vagina. What she dreamed was a nipple with a tongue was the snout of another dog, whose tongue was stabbing out at her inner flesh over and over again.

Karen felt like she was caught in a limbo world of indecision and skewed reality. What was happening just couldn’t be happening. A small part of her mind said it shouldn’t be happening — but it was so delicious that she allowed herself to be nudged and put upon some more. She let the dog’s penis slip out of her hands but made no attempt to move her arms.

The piglets were becoming more insistent, as they had been unable to obtain even a single drop of milk. They were up on their haunches, driving their snouts into her vast breasts at intervals to induce a precious flow. The dog she’d let go of joined the dog within her pussy. One tongue rasped over the delicate lining of her interior and the other found the fat soft bud of her clitoris and swabbed it liberally.

Her second orgasm took wings and rose from her as she arched her back outward and tensed for the explosion. She lasted only a few more seconds before she erupted in a low moan that cracked out from deep in her chest and rose into a scream. She shook from the convulsion of her entire musculature; her feet shook at the ends of her long, extended legs. Her butt clenched so hard that it literally pushed itself off the ground and bounced off the floorboards a couple of times.

As the tension eased she found herself panting for breath. For their part, the piglets and the dogs were undeterred from their tasks. She felt their exquisite consumption continue. As she slowly opened her eyes again, she noticed the giant sow galloping across the floor towards her.

As it approached, Karen grew more apprehensive. It had to be fully five feet high at the shoulder, though she was hardly in a position to judge from the floor. Apparently, it was jealous of the intruder offering suck to her piglets. The sow was gaining speed and lowered its head. Karen could only brace for the impact, as she was trapped beneath her own voluptuous flesh.

The sow’s snout was low to the floor and dug under breasts, bringing the full impact of its head into her rib cage. It tossed its head back and flipped Karen’s ripe body into the air. The dogs and piglets scurried to safety, whelping in fear. She twisted in the air and landed face first — or tit first — on top of a bale of hay. She struggled to get up but the sow was too quick. Its second charge struck her dead in the right hip and butt cheek. Her head and left shoulder slammed into the wall and she slumped to the floor.

Dazed, she struggled up again and turned to find the sow bearing down on her a third time. Again she was hampered by her extraordinary endowments and could do little to avoid the inevitable. The sow’s skull struck Karen fully in her large ass.

When she opened her eyes again, she was outside. That is, her head was outside. She’d gone right through the aged planks in the wall of the barn and her head and shoulders were projecting out into open air. She noticed the vibrations on the floorboards as the sow charged again.

This time, the sow stopped just short of her, leaving her anticipating the blow. Instead, almost as a parting shot, the sow bit her on her generous ass. It took a surprisingly large mouthful of cheek and inner thigh and clamped down tight. Karen’s scream echoed loudly out across the hilly landscape.

Five minutes later, Karen was still smarting from the bite and struggling to free herself from the barn wall. She was bent at the waist and stuck very solidly in the hole in the wall. Splinters from the broken wood stabbed at her when she tried to move. Her shoulders were exposed to the outdoors and her arms were useless at her side. When she tried to bring them forward, she encountered her own breasts pressed into the wall and hanging low in front of her. The wall was forcing her breasts down towards her thighs. She was suspended high enough in the wall that her knees were just off the floor, and her nipples hung nearly as low. She couldn’t move her upper body and she couldn’t bring her feet under her. A bale of hay was left between her legs that she couldn’t get her legs past.

"Cripes!" she said to herself aloud. "How the heck do I get into these things?"

With the realization of just exactly how she did get into these kinds of things she muttered, "These damn BOobs… !! Huh?!"

A small animal was climbing over her calf. She couldn’t immediately tell its purpose until it licked at her right nipple a few times in an exploratory manner.

"No… hunh-uhh! No, this can’t happen now… oh, oOOooh, oooOOOOOH!"

Oh, but it could, dear.

So… Karen finds herself in another "jam." She has gotten dressed — but she didn’t stay that way. The question remains: what the heck do "big" girls like Karen do with themselves and will she be able to eventually lead a normal life? How many more perils await her? What will become of her now that she has found such odd forms of happiness in her new body? What part will "the company" play in her future?

Tune in right now for some of the answers. Chapters "v" and "vi" are being presented to you as a single misadventure in the story of Karen. So go get "vi" and read on!

(Reader: as always, if you’ve got anything to share (thanks to all the "Friends of The Perils"), I would appreciate your feedback on my little developing story of Karen. [email protected])