The Perils vii � to Grandmother�s house we go
by Uncle Stav
Lisa Monroe had been searching for her hapless, brown haired goddess, the fantastic object of her desire, for several days. And there she was now, walking on an open country road, still as naked as the day she was born. Or at least Lisa assumed it was her. Her heart pounded with excitement at finally finding her again.
"It has to be -- you don�t see girls like that walking around every day!" Even from behind, Karen�s immense form announced itself loudly. Her breasts projected away from the sides of her body and could be seen bouncing along in front of her. Her huge ass bounded and shifted with every step, shimmying saucily in the morning sun.
Bringing her car to a halt behind Karen, Lisa jumped out and ran to her, calling her name.
"Karen? Karen, honey... are you OK?"
Karen turned slowly, as though the sound of her own name offered only a small degree of recognition. She stared blankly around her, not seeming able to focus on the source. She twitched occasionally, jerking her head to the side and throwing her chest up like a hiccup. These were some hiccups. The monstrous globes on her chest would rise dramatically, like the hulls of majestic ships rising from the waves, and then drop again and bounce in time to some silly rhythm until they slowly came to rest.
"It�s me... do you remember me? It�s Lisa, but I don�t think we ever got each others� names at the time." Not getting much in the way of a response, she asked, "Can you hear me?"
Karen had a wide-eyed look on her face and wasn�t registering much, she could tell. She was a mess. Her hair seemed to be fixed to stand up high on her head, but parts of it had begun to fall and were leaning out stiffly in several directions. Makeup was smeared around her face and her eyes were dark with mascara, giving her a haunting look. She was absolutely and breathtakingly nude but her voluptuous body was covered with hundreds of small scratches and scrapes. Her skin was sticky with some unknown substance. And now she was covered with dirt from walking the dusty road. She must have fallen a few times, Lisa concluded.
She reached for Karen and was surprised at how quickly her arms filled with breast mass before she could even reach Karen�s body. She was just able to gain some hold on her before Karen collapsed into her arms. She couldn�t support Karen�s shifting weight, but was able to hold on long enough to lower her to the road so she wouldn�t land too harshly.
She checked her breathing and satisfied herself that Karen was simply exhausted and had finally passed out. Standing up and staring down at her, Lisa wondered what string of events could have led the poor girl to this point. She had no idea how long Karen had been walking this road, but she seemed chilled to the bone.
As she breathed deeply in seemingly peaceful slumber, interrupted by the repeated twitch, Karen�s colossal breasts seemed to shift on their own, looking for a place to settle. One fell over to the ground beside her and the other fell upward, obscuring Lisa�s view of her face.
"Sheesh!" Lisa sighed with amazement, while reaching to keep the breast from obstructing her breathing. "Just like I remembered� one big, gorgeous pile of woman!"
After their first and only meeting, the memory of which had tormented her more with each passing day, Lisa was absolutely distressed at having lost the greatest gift she�d ever received without so much as having gotten the woman�s name.
She had been working the graveyard security shift at the company several nights back and was looking for the source of a disturbance involving the dobermans. She followed a faint video image to the basement and found a beautiful, enormously endowed woman hiding out in the maintenance locker room. Everything in her well-trained mind had told her to maintain a professional handle on the situation, but she quickly felt herself lose control to the vision of exaggerated nakedness before her.
The intensely passionate, though brief, session of lovemaking she�d stolen with her had been brought to an abrupt end by that asshole, Mike Dunstall, and his rowdy cohorts. Just as she had begun to get the full measure of the brunette�s charms, Dunstall had stumbled in on them. He had always wanted a bit of Lisa and had been far too dense to realize that Lisa was expressly uninterested. In fact, Lisa�s interests lie in another camp entirely. She was a devout and confirmed lesbian and had been since summer camp when she was 14.
Anyway, Mike had found her flagrante delicto, as it were, and couldn�t see past the doorway to notice that she already had a partner. He mistook her open nakedness and obvious sexual heat as an invitation. He took advantage of her position by picking up on the clitoral stimulation begun by her true devotion before she could raise a protest. The bastard could clearly see how excited she was and simply took charge of her when she was at her weakest. It bothered her immensely that she�d been so aroused and had allowed herself to be manipulated as a result of it.
Something about that girl had gotten to her in the worst way. When Dunstall stepped in, unknowingly taking her place, she was completely at his mercy and could do nothing more than grit her teeth when he�d decided to have his way with her. Lisa had never been a weakling. She�d always held her own ground, especially when it became apparent to her that men would never leave her and her 36F-24-38 body alone. She was just too delectable for them to imagine that she might want to share it exclusively with other women.
So having to abide the touching and probing of Dunstall, and all the other men who then stumbled upon them, was a terrific challenge. Though she was enormously repulsed by it all -- and the memory of it made her queasy still -- she had at least been able to obtain some relief for her tormented puss. Her orgasms came fast and hard and numerous that morning. She subconsciously assured herself that they were just helping her out. And she so needed the help. To her, it was a strange, dark moment in her life and she was trying to bury it.
Of course, when the men were through with her, and enjoying a hearty chuckle over it, Lisa had had her revenge. With her flames of passion extinguished, she still made a gorgeous naked assailant as she pummeled all nine men into the floor. Some of them would require hospitalization, but the memory of their beautiful attacker kept their spirits up. Afterwards, she was called in and heavily reprimanded for the incident. Word of her lasciviousness and violent rage had quickly spread throughout the company, and it became clear that she could not be kept in her current position of employment. She was sent home with the orders to wait for word on whether she would be kept on at all and in what capacity.
Her heart ached with the tragedy of having found the one true love for her, and then having lost her in such a demeaning and abrupt manner. With the assistance of one of her cohorts in security, she was able to obtain a couple bits of information that might enable her to track down her beloved. She received the name of a secretary that had departed under unusual circumstances the day before. It seemed that she had left behind some personal items in the women�s restroom as well as her purse, which was found in her desk. Though the secretary had contacted the office attendant about retrieving her belongings, she had failed to show up for a planned rendezvous and there was still no knowledge of her whereabouts.
Next Lisa heard of an odd incident in C elevator the day the secretary was to have met with the office attendant. There was a report of the elevator failing with a group of executives aboard. By the time the maintenance crew arrived to investigate, the elevator had been cleared somehow, though there was an "indescribable" mess left inside the car. When her friend tried to punch up the video record from the elevator, she found that it had been removed by persons unknown. The maintenance crew carried out a quick clean up and were seen to depart early, having been given the rest of the day off. All reports were that they left quickly and seemed glad of having received some type of bonus.
With the information on the missing secretary in hand, Lisa endeavored to conduct her own investigation. She certainly had the time now, and she felt that there had to be some connection between the two incidents. The passion of her growing love for the girl pushed her on without rest.
The girl�s name was Karen. "Karen," she spoke breathily to herself on repeated occasions. She quickly discovered the location of her residence, an apartment in what she knew to be a nice neighborhood. She found it with little trouble and gained access with even less effort. She was well trained in security and investigation. Locks were of no consequence to her.
She gave Karen�s apartment a thorough going over, but could find no evidence that she was the sexy creature she�d encountered. Her clothing was curiously strewn about the bedroom as if almost all of it had been rummaged through and discarded. It seemed strange to Lisa, as the rest of the place was kept immaculate, if simply furnished. And all of the clothing appeared to be sized for a much smaller woman. She began to think that this path was a dead end. But then she found one article of clothing that got her attention and set the gears in her mind turning.
One pair of underwear had been left on the bedroom floor, folded neatly and discarded seemingly by accident. She picked them up carefully and noted that they were new, lacking any signs of wear or fabric fatigue. She unfolded them and began to realize, after undoing a couple of folds, that these were very different from anything else on hand. They were huge. Or at least the woman they were meant to accommodate would have to be.
She held them open to judge the rough dimension of the owner, and knew she had her girl. While they were cut very stylishly up around the hips, as opposed to the big ol� "bubbas" like her Aunt Gladys wore, they were very generously proportioned to the rear. They would have held a really large Halloween pumpkin with room to spare.
Lisa tucked the panties into her pocket and began a more detailed examination of the apartment. Aside from the normal boring stuff, she found a pack of photos tucked into a drawer. They appeared to have been taken in the fall and showed very ordinary scenes from what Lisa recognized as certain locations in the area. There was a picture of the library, the park down the road, some fountains, the apartment complex she lived in, and then one slightly blurry shot of a woman. Overall, they seemed to be the kinds of pictures a person might take to get a record of someplace they hadn�t been to before -- someplace new. Maybe she�d just moved here.
But the picture of the woman caught her attention. She was off kilter in the frame and was standing straight and posed. Lisa quickly recognized it as the type of picture Karen might have taken of herself. As she backed away, the camera had slipped sideways before it snapped the photo. Gazing closely at the partly obscured face, she was sure that she could see the facial structure of her beloved, though little else of her body suggested the match. This woman was nondescript in every way, and while she had a cute body, she had very little in the way of the monstrous projections of the woman in the locker room. But she was sure that the face was hers.
It drove her crazy trying to figure out the connection between the girl in the photo and the one in her memory, the one from the locker room. They had the same face but vastly different bodies. Could twins be that much different in physique?
Could it somehow even be the same girl, after some enhancement? It didn�t seem possible. She�d never heard of someone getting that much work done. She didn�t think a surgeon could even accomplish that much. Remembering the form over which she�d wriggled that day, she realized that that was no boob job. They were the most real tits she�d ever seen or felt. The whole package -- thighs, butt cheeks -- no, that could never be formed by the hand of man. She squirmed in her jeans at the erotic images she recalled.
She resumed her search of Karen�s belongings, going over the kitchen, her bills and paperwork and the bathroom. There, in a nondescript bottle tucked into the corner of the medicine cabinet, she found another clue. The plainly typed label on the small brown bottle said "For breast augmentation. Take one pill two times daily."
It was so simple and unexaggerated that it surprised her. But could this really be it? Could this simple bottle of pills explain the sexual behemoth she�d fallen for? It just couldn�t be. No pills do that, really. It�s all a bunch of false claims. She�d seen it in the papers alot. Regardless, she put the pills into her coat pocket with the picture and the pair of panties.
As she passed back through the living room, she noticed the flashing light on the answering machine. It occurred to her that the phone messages might reveal where Karen might be.
"Duh!" she muttered to herself. "What a great detective! It only took you forty-five minutes to find that clue."
The one message was from Karen�s grandmother. Before it had concluded, Lisa had grandma�s information from Karen�s address book and was out the front door.
On her way out of town, Karen�s friend in the company rang her cell phone with news of a recent call in to the desk. It seems that one of the bosses� pet bimbos had tried to leave town in her company car and they were being notified to go and retrieve her. From the description of the location, Lisa knew that the car was in her area, and maybe only ten or twelve miles ahead on an intersecting road.
The coincidence seemed too uncanny. On the other end of the phone, Lisa�s friend heard only the sound of the car�s engine accelerating and Lisa calling out the name "Karen!"
When she got to the area of the reported call, Lisa saw a black Lexus off the side of the road facing an embankment. Another car was parked at the side of the road. Standing alongside it were two men she knew to be company goons, members of the CEO�s "elite guard," as it were. She didn�t see any sign of Karen, so she decided to discretely drive past, as though showing no interest. If they recognized her, she knew they would report her and her quest would be off. Or at least it would be alot more difficult to pursue.
She drove on to the grandmother�s house, just to see if Karen had made it there. She watched quietly in the overcast afternoon gloom for quite a while with no sign. When the old lady emerged from the house to get her mail, she stood on the edge of the road near her mailbox for several minutes. She looked back and forth in both directions, as though looking for someone to arrive soon. When, after several minutes, she saw nothing on the road, she turned and went back inside. She knew then that Karen hadn�t made it to grandma�s yet.
Lisa pulled away and headed back to the vicinity of the abandoned car. Both cars were gone when she arrived, so she got out and took a look around. There were black skid marks all over the road showing how the car had turned dramatically back on its path and great strips of exposed earth where the car had run into the ditch. And then she noticed a separate set of marks where the car had driven straight into the embankment. Had it gone out of control� twice?
She noticed a piece of white cloth clinging to the base of a bare bush about forty feet from where the car drove into the embankment. She retrieved it and noticed that, like the panties, the material was new. Though it was heavily torn along the seams, it was a fresh piece of clothing that could hardly have been worn much, if at all. Holding it out before her, she could piece together that it had been a sleeveless blouse, and not a cheap one. But what immediately struck her was the size of the thing.
The neck and the waist were sized for someone maybe a size 8 or 10. But the bodice was scaled for someone much larger than that. There was a huge swell of material in the front, and she knew immediately what that was for. She envisioned the lovely Karen filling in the top she held before her and she felt a little tingle start in her crotch.
"Alright, Karen, dear..." she spoke aloud, "you were here, but where are you now?"
Tucking the blouse in her pocket, she climbed to the top of the embankment. She slipped several times and found her jeans were slick with dampness and mud when she reached the top. Peering out over the newly budding cornfield on the other side of the fence, she could just make out the path of two small feet that had plodded through the muddy ground.
She�d followed the tracks until they disappeared into the woods. Returning to her car covered with mud, she had circled the entire area for the next day and a half, looking for signs of Karen�s progress. She had approached a number of small farmhouses during the next two nights, but never found any hint of her presence. She even went back to the grandmother�s house and waited. It was unthinkable for her to go home when she felt she was so close to finding her. But after grabbing quick naps on the side of the road for two nights, she had been ready to head back to town. And that�s when she happened upon her beloved staggering down a back road she�d covered several times already.
Glancing over at her now slumped in the passenger�s seat, Lisa was overcome with her emotions. She had been working up a near obsession for Karen while she was a missing person. And seeing her now, very much in the flesh, she was confused with feelings of heart-wrenching anguish over the poor creature�s mysterious plight and sheer amazement at her overwhelming physical presence.
Lisa had barely been able to squeeze her into the passenger seat of her car. Even with the seat leaning most of the way back, her breasts nearly filled the interior space on that side. In fact, one was touching Lisa�s elbow as she drove, while the other was pressed firmly against the passenger door. She made sure the door was locked, as she was afraid the door would fly open on its own. She found herself stealing gazes at the two monstrous balloons of flesh. Sometimes she would lose track of the road and would have to veer back into her lane.
Lisa herself had been a "big" girl for quite a while, having gained most of her chest mass just as her high school days were drawing to a close. She�d always been grateful for having escaped high school without the torment that her eventually monumental boobs would have provoked. It wasn�t until a few years after graduation that they had stopped growing, leaving her with two prodigious endowments that brought her alot of unwanted attention. Well, there was unwanted attention from the men around her, that is.
The women were a different story. Many of the lesbians she knew seemed to be put off by her chest size. Some stopped associating with her altogether. It seemed as though her breasts were, to them, little more than a reminder of the aspects of women that were intended solely for the enjoyment of men. On several occasions, she was even told to her face that they were "gross" and that she ought to have them reduced. Once, when she had finally worked up the nerve to approach a particular blonde girl to whom she was very much attracted, the girl had simply scoffed. She pointed at Lisa�s very obvious chest and said, "Well, you�re probably nice and all -- but what the heck would I do with those?" Lisa had desperately wanted to tell her exactly what to do with them, as in "hug and kiss them, and pull on them a little..." But the girl�s shrill rejection was more than she could bear. She�d run away in tears. It was one of the few times she�d ever allowed herself to be hurt and to show it.
Her breasts had always been a mental discomfort to her, attracting the wrong kind of attention and repelling the desired kind of attention. She felt as though she was constantly trying to hide them from, and alternately show them to, the wrong people.
But here was a girl with a much bigger problem than her own. Her sympathy... her empathy for Karen grew in her heart until it felt like it would choke her. She realized that she knew only a fraction of the problems this girl must be facing. Her eyes welled with tears. She reached for Karen�s hand and found that she had to heft some of her considerable tit bulk from her lap to find it. She watched as the enormous breast shifted and jiggled back and forth, the relaxed but still very obvious nipple wagging in the air. She felt a tingle of erotic sensation that she was slightly ashamed of.
She clasped her hand reassuringly. After a moment, she felt Karen close her fingers around hers, an unconscious reaction. Lisa flushed with satisfaction and her heart swelled with, dare she admit it, love.
But then the responsible servant in her realized that there was a task at hand. She had to get Karen somewhere where she could be cared for... and somewhere where the company might not know to look for her. Where else do you go when you need help, but to Grandma�s house?
She hated to spring a naked, sloppy granddaughter on the old lady, but she felt it was the best option. Besides, she�d be very worried by now and she deserved to know what had been going on. Well, maybe not everything. It occurred to her to maybe try to clean her up. The scary makeup might be too much for the old woman to bear, on top of seeing her unconscious and naked and all.
Lisa stopped at a farmhouse that had a little fountain running in the front yard. She wetted down some tissues and spent a few minutes wiping Karen�s face. It took several trips to the fountain and half of the box of tissues, but she was able to get her face cleared of the awful, overdone effect. It was so thickly applied that she wondered if some man had done it.
When she was done, she continued down the road. She was now having trouble looking away from Karen�s fresh, clean face. Lisa immediately recognized that Karen was one of those women who look as good without makeup as they do with it. Speaking aloud for the first time in a while, she muttered, "Boy, people must hate you for that, too." Of course, it only made Lisa love her more.
When she finally reached the grandmother�s house again, she debated pulling into the driveway or parking at the road to hide Karen from view until she could prepare the older woman for the sight of her naked granddaughter. She decided to pull into the drive and cover her with her coat. She could go a few minutes without it.
As she walked up to the front door, she noticed the grandmother looking out the window at Lisa�s car with a shocked look on her face. "Oop, not fast enough," Lisa thought to herself.
Before she could reach the front door, the old woman was coming out at as fast a pace as she could handle. Lisa watched her carefully, as she was afraid she would fall down the front steps. The woman dashed past Lisa, looking into the stranger�s eyes and making a one word inquiry, "Karen?!"
Lisa joined her at the car door and unlocked it while the woman fretted in anticipation. When the door opened, they both leaned in to take her arms and gently pull her from the car. Karen seemed to acknowledge the direction in which she was being pulled and turned, barely conscious, to exit the vehicle. The older woman took hold of the coat over her chest to get it out of the way. As it dropped, Karen�s enormous chest emerged and she convulsed again, involuntarily. Her right breast rolled out from her lap and bobbed freely in front of them, brushing against her grandmother�s hand.
Lisa was surprised to see the older woman right herself and shout, "What the hell?!" With her arms around Karen�s shoulders, she could only watch as the grandmother went rigid and collapsed to the ground. The woman�s reaction was odd. Yes, Karen was naked, but that alone wouldn�t seem to be that much of a shock. Then a light bulb came on in her head and told her that it was possible that maybe Grandma hadn�t seen Karen like this before. Maybe all of this was a recent development. Somewhat disappointed in herself for allowing things to develop as they had, Lisa set about her solitary task of dragging two unconscious women into the farmhouse.
After settling both of them into the two beds she could find, she gave thanks that one of the beds was located downstairs. She didn�t think she could have gotten Karen up the steps alone. She waited a while for someone to revive, and then succumbed to the quiet and to the dreary light of the cool day; the kind of light that begs you to take a midday nap. The living room couch was a lot more comfortable than her driver�s seat, and she was out in minutes.
When she awoke, she was being lightly jostled by Grandma.
"Excuse me dear," she spoke quietly, "but I need you to help me."
Glancing around her, she saw that it was now dark. An old floor lamp shed a warm yellow light around the room. After a moment, she was able to reconstruct the situation and she jumped up, expecting to have a lot of explaining to do.
"I want to get her into the tub," Grandma spoke, "that is, if we can."
She led Lisa into the bedroom, where another dim light cast a shadowy glow over Karen�s prone form. She was curled up in a snuggling pose, which only accentuated the enormous bends and curves of her body.
Reaching out for Lisa�s hand, she patted it in a friendly manner, which made Lisa feel at once very close to the poor old soul.
Gazing down on her granddaughter with deep soft eyes she said, "Oh, dear� do you think she�ll even fit?"
"Depends� what kind do you have?"
Lisa was kind of surprised at Grandma�s now casual concern over the size of her granddaughter. She herself had come home from college once having gained two bra sizes to her chest in a little over a semester. Her own grandmother had made such a scene � pointing them out to everyone in the family from across the room, grabbing them and hefting them and exclaiming "whew, baby!" to the dismay of everyone there � that she had had to leave the house in shame before dinner was even served.
"Well, we�ve still got one of the old claw-foot tubs that was probably put in when the place was built. That�s not going to do, is it?"
"We?" Lisa inquired. She thought immediately that if Grandpa was around, it could get real awkward.
"Oh, no, I�m sorry. My Frank�s been gone for eight years now. I just still talk for both of us. Help me get her to the basement, dear. Dad set up an open shower down there for when he was working. By the way, what�s your name, dear?"
"Lisa� Lisa Monroe."
Shaking Lisa�s hand, Grandma said, "Well, you seem like a nice person, Lisa � helping out my Karen like this. What in the world happened to� oh, well, let�s get into that later, shall we?"
In rather short order, surprisingly, they had Karen down in the basement on the cold concrete floor. They rested her in a chair and leaned her against a cupboard to consider the logistics of the shower challenge. Karen was only barely able to move her feet as they walked her and she could hold herself upright in the chair when they asked. Otherwise, she seemed to be practically asleep. She reacted occasionally to some dream playing out in her mind, jumping and shivering from some provocation. The chill in the air and on the cold concrete floor registered in Karen�s body rather quickly. As they watched, she shivered and twitched a few more times as if maybe getting a short electric shock. Her nipples crinkled up and hardened like two huge pencil erasers. Her hands dug into her crotch and she let out a low moan. Both women caught themselves staring and turned away quickly before the other could notice.
The showerhead hung directly down from the ceiling joists with the knobs on the nearby wall. The floor was curved down into a bowl and a drain cap, but there was little else to control the water flow, not even a curtain. It would mean a lot of water splashing out into the room, but it was a utility room at best. Nothing would be harmed.
"You�ll have to hold her up while I wash her, dear," Grandma spoke. "You�re gonna get pretty wet. It seems you could use a dousing yourself, so you may as well get undressed too."
Lisa froze for a moment, considering for too long the implications of this suggestion. The farm woman had made it in a rather cavalier way. "I�m sure that�s how they do things down on the farm," she thought, but she�d never been that free about shedding her clothes around strangers. People with her kind of physique didn�t just strip on down as freely as that. It wasn�t that she was ashamed of her body � far from it � it was just that she honestly knew how good her body was and was hesitant to flaunt it at those who might resent it. And the thought of rubbing up against Karen at this particular moment� well, she couldn�t move for a moment, she was so taken back by the swell of her emotions. She was afraid that she would reveal her feelings too abruptly if she lost control of herself for even a moment.
But Grandma cranked the handles on the wall, the pipes moaned out their protest for having been disturbed after being ignored for so long, and water began to fall to the floor. Lisa hopped to it, dropping her clothes rather quickly. Once she was naked, she covered for her self-consciousness by going right to the task of getting Karen to the water.
Holding her up from behind, she wrapped her arms around Karen�s chest as high up under her boobs as she could get and walked her to the shower by rocking her back and forth. Karen was only barely able to stand and seemed too distant to understand what was going on. Lisa�s own boobs were flattened into Karen�s back. She felt very comfortable that way and was grateful that this clench kept her nipples from announcing their excitement as well as their reaction to the temperature of the floor.
When the water hit her, splashing down over her jutting breasts first, Karen jerked a little and tossed her head back. Lisa leaned her forward and got her head under the spray to soak her down. Karen�s hair finally began to fall with the soaking. Lisa lowered her head when she began to feel the water on her own face.
Holding her as she was, her pelvis was pressed into the very generous pile of Karen�s buttocks. Her hips pushed into the soft bulk and were bounced back out again. The water began to trickle down Karen�s back, through the full cleft of Lisa�s chest, down over Karen�s ass and through Lisa�s pubic hair. It tickled her there and ran into her crotch, clinging momentarily before trailing down her thighs. Water had always been a seductive charm for Lisa. She was reminded of it all too late as the tiny rivulets ran down her legs. It clung to her nether lips teasingly. She could feel her nipples harden and attempt to drive themselves forward into Karen�s back. She suppressed them by clutching Karen even tighter.
Looking over Karen�s shoulder, Lisa could see Grandma staring directly into the radar dishes that were Karen�s breasts. She seemed to linger there a moment, wide-eyed, and then shook herself out of her stupor and began to soap up a large sponge. She set to the task of washing down the voluptuous granddaughter with the vigor and matter-of-factness of scrubbing down a mare in the barn.
Lisa admired her for the way she could get past the absurdity of the moment and tackle the task at hand. She soaped over every square inch of Karen�s breasts as though they were the rump of the aforementioned horse. It occurred to her how appropriate that analogy was at this particular moment. The size comparison worked.
Karen then moaned a little in the stimulation of the shower and the scrubbing her Grandma was giving her. She lifted her arms up to rest atop her breasts. Then she passed her hands over and around the fronts of them and quickly latched onto her nipples. Lisa hoped that Grandma would ignore this, which, to her credit, she tried to.
Grandma headed lower to scrub beneath the shelf of her jutting bosom, while Lisa watched Karen manipulate her nipples like little fat sausages. She pulled them. She passed her open hand over them and flattened them back into the masses of her breasts. And then she twisted them between her fingers and pulled on them again.
Lisa felt an annoying little trickle of water that stubbornly clung to its path and tickled right past the point of her nether lips, in constant contact with her clitoris. She felt her bud nudging its way out from hiding and gasped at the sensation. She tried to shift her hips out away from the water flow, and out to the left or right, but it did no good.
Karen gasped and her voice cracked as she let out a moan. At that provocation, Lisa began to feel a sharp tingle at her clitoris, which spread into her into entire abdomen. Her pelvic muscles quivered and she almost felt as though she had to pee. But her bladder was fine. She knew she was feeling the tension of sexual excitement.
Grandma�s voice broke the silence. "OK, turn her around now," she gasped, as she fought to straighten herself up. She�d been washing Karen�s legs and she wasn�t able to pop back up again like she used to.
Rather than actually turn Karen, Lisa decided the better course would be to walk around in front of her. She did so quickly, and pressed herself again tightly to Karen. Now she found herself huddled between the soapy twin behemoths. As she crouched and hugged herself to Karen�s chest to gain control of her, those enormous mounds slid up over her shoulders and pressed in on the sides of her head. She was immersed in warm, soft breast tissue and she felt that she could stay there for quite a while and hide out, safe from anything the world might have to dish out. She fought to control herself, as she desperately wanted to plant a tender kiss there, in the awesome cleft of her boobs. But she was afraid that Grandma would notice.
Karen pressed Lisa�s head to her chest and nuzzled her soft lips to Lisa�s forehead. She reached out for Lisa absently and found her breasts under Lisa�s outstretched arms. Now Lisa let out a little moan, in spite of herself, as Karen cupped the sizable mounds and gave them an appreciable squeeze. She didn�t even feel the moan leave her lips, but she could hear it. Her carelessness startled her.
Grandma rose upon completing her task and gave a little smack to Karen�s gargantuan buttock, as if sending her off into the game. "Alright, rinse her down!" She gazed at the resounding effect of her little slap as the buttock continued to shimmy and dance.
Now Lisa was involved with maneuvering Karen under the spray of the water to rinse her of all the soap, so it gave her a respite from the stimulating distractions. She found herself getting thoroughly wetted down now, and it felt good to rinse away the grime of the last few days.
Grandma offered to hold onto Karen a moment and allow Lisa to give herself a proper cleansing. She did so efficiently and quickly. She didn�t feel comfortable out in the open without Karen�s body to screen her. And she thought she saw Grandma sneaking a couple of peeks at her own prodigious udders, which were actually non-competitive in this arena. She knew she couldn�t hold a candle to Karen, but her breasts were big � very big � and attractive enough to draw stares.
After everyone was dried off and set up with some fresh clothing, things settled back down to a quiet pace. Grandma gave Lisa a long sleeve nightgown that felt clean and wonderful around her bare skin. It was snug in the chest, but that couldn�t be helped. The feel of the flannel was reassuring and comforting. And it was also a little, well, enticing. She wondered what it was about the most unsexy material on earth that turned her on. In this case, it may have had something to do with how snug it was and thus how it caressed her big breasts as she moved. She knew that she would spend most of the evening with her arms crossed, trying to conceal her insolent nipples.
Karen was wrapped in a huge bedsheet � the only thing in the house with a possibility of encompassing her girth � and settled back into bed. Lisa and Grandma settled in the sofa with some tea, and Lisa began to tell the story of Karen, at least as far as she knew it.
Grandma was absorbed with the story that Lisa told, from which she judiciously edited the raunchier bits. It made for a brief telling. Grandma appreciated the concern that Lisa had showed in trying to find and assist her granddaughter. She wondered for a moment if she had more than just empathetic feelings for Karen�s situation, but she decided to stay away from the inference.
Lisa learned that, indeed, Karen�s present form was nothing like she�d ever had before. It answered the question of whether something had recently happened. But it only concentrated the problem, for her, to finding out what exactly had happened. Had someone done this to her? Or was it really as simple as those silly pills she�d found?
Grandma brought Lisa another cup of tea as she settled into a rocker in Karen�s bedroom to watch over her for the evening. Karen was still troubled by something in her dreams. She would occasionally moan and then she would give a small, sharp cry and writhe on the bed. Lisa and Grandma agreed that she would be better here, recuperating in the comfort of this small home, than being overly scrutinized (and leered over) in a hospital.
During the night, Karen became more agitated and restless. At one point, Grandma pushed the door to the bedroom open to find out what was going on. Lisa abruptly assured her that she was all right, but the image that greeted the elderly woman sent her back to bed in a disturbed frame of mind.
Lisa had been awakened herself a few minutes earlier to the sound of excited moans and exclamations coming from the bed. When she stood, she saw that Karen had twisted herself free of the sheet in which she�d been wrapped and was plunging both hands desperately into her crotch. She rubbed and stroked with both hands over what was now a tortured and red pubis. Her pussy looked like a gaping wound, it was so inflamed. The lips were puffed out to a dimension previously unimaginable to her. Her huge clitoral bud stood out and quivered in the dim lamplight, shining with dampness that seemed to have spread from her crevice over her thighs and up her belly. She was soaked, as was the bed beneath her. And the room smelled deeply of her musk.
Karen�s huge breasts lay up over her arms, and as she stroked her crotch, they rose and bobbed like giant, weighty balloons. They obstructed her face from Lisa�s viewpoint. The hugely extended nipples wagged atop the rounded masses teasingly.
Lisa immediately felt a sharp tensing in her abdomen again. As she absorbed the scene before her, she soon felt the unmistakable presence of wetness in her own crotch. Her eyes locked onto the struggle taking place in Karen�s crotch. It seemed to her that she could feel each stroke over the beleaguered clitoris. She leaned as it was pushed aside and snapped back in place, tensing from the feeling. She began to anticipate what the poor clitoris might be feeling � having to wait for the next touch, then being roughly nudged and feeling the long finger slide by, and then experiencing the tantalizing scrape of the edge of the fingernail.
She felt her own juices between her thighs and that freed her to move. She leaned towards the bed where she intended to crawl up between Karen�s outstretched legs and take the shaking lump of clitoris under her personal care. And then Grandma opened the door.
Lisa spun rapidly and told her to go back to bed, that everything was all right. When she moved, she could feel for the first time her distended nipples poking their way out of the flannel nightgown. She crossed her arms to conceal them and assured Grandma again that all was fine.
But Grandma had gotten an unmistakably clear look at the condition of both her granddaughter and her granddaughter�s friend. Lisa hoped she wouldn�t register it in her groggy state. She cursed her luck for having finally found what she had so desperately sought, only to find it now untouchable. If Grandma came back, and opened the door again without knocking, it just wouldn�t do for her to see Lisa ass up on the bed, eating out her granddaughter�s pussy.
So Lisa sat it out. Her torment would become legendary. They should write songs about it. Through the night, she sat and squirmed, listening to her would-be lover, a huge erotic curiosity � the very embodiment of human sexual pleasure, try to relieve herself in some dream-like state of urgency brought on by an unknown provocation. Lisa couldn�t, and wouldn�t, touch her for fear of taking liberties with an old woman�s trust. And she couldn�t, and wouldn�t, touch herself for fear of revealing her own adoration for the hugely sexual creature before her.
Her stomach knotted with tension, her nightgown became soaked under her with the leaking juices of her own twisting pussy. Her eyes stared ahead blankly from fatigue and obsession. She settled into a steady rocking pace, through which she was able to bring to bear a bit of pressure against her needy, fattened labia. With each lean forward, she began to lightly grunt out her sensations as the weight of her body was pulled forward and drove her pussy into seat of the chair.
Karen had picked up the pace again herself, and she was moaning loudly now. Her cries raised into near squeals as she tugged and mashed at her own exaggerated sexual parts.
Lisa was nearing a nirvana-like state of repetitious and subtle manipulation with the rocking chair when Grandma opened the door, only halfway, and tossed a huge dildo into Lisa�s lap.
"See if that�ll quiet her down, will you?" And then she closed the door politely.
The moment froze for Lisa. She gazed around her and then down at her lap, where a heavy twelve-inch dildo lay in the folds of her nightgown. Everything else had stopped moving. The rocker now felt nailed to the floor. She didn�t even breathe for a moment. The only sounds were Karen�s escalating cries of frustration at not being able to satisfy her need. The only movement was Karen�s pelvis lifting off the bed as she struggled to meet her torturous fingers. Lisa breathed once, deeply and slowly.
Then, in one motion, she rose and moved toward the bed, leaned out over it and fell in close proximity to Karen�s pussy, the dildo leading the way before her. As she met the bed, the dildo found the crevice between the two engorged fat lips and was driven, on a line, into Karen to the very hilt. As the base of the plastic cock bumped the base of Karen�s clitoris, Lisa took the entire bud into her mouth and drew pressure onto it as though sucking a thumb. At the base of the dildo, where Lisa fingers clasped the last remaining inch, she unknowingly flicked the power switch and felt the rubberized cock begin to vibrate against her chin.
Karen�s entire body tensed; her legs were thrown straight outward, her nails clutched deeply into the bed covers, and her back arched, forcing her pelvis into the air. Her huge breasts fell upward toward the headboard of the bed. She shook from head to toe like a weight lifter sustaining a record lift. Lisa maintained her position admirably, never sacrificing her liplock on the tingling bud of desire in her mouth. To this she added a tongue swash or two with creative flair. The sensation of her wanton cunt now stuffed with a rigid, vibrating mass and the gentle stroke of Lisa�s tongue forced a massive ecstatic spasm from Karen. With it came the legendary flow of love juice.
The liquid squirted out around the dildo in all directions. Were it not for Lisa holding the dildo in place, it would surely have been propelled across the room. The force of the release and the obstruction posed by the dildo sent her juices out and up, all over the room. The walls, the dresser, the bed, and especially Lisa were soaked in an instant. Karen was silent through three more tensings and ensuing ejaculations, but she finally let out a loud sigh of relief when it was over. She was panting loudly with her exertions, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Lisa finally relinquished her mouth�s hold on the clitoris and climbed forward over the prone woman. Her soaking wet nightgown slid up over Karen�s cunt. The dildo continued to buzz away inside her vagina. When she reached the chest and placed her hand on one of the mountainous jugs to nudge it aside, she looked down at Karen�s now wide-awake and beautiful, but gasping countenance and smiled.
Through her panting, Karen said, "Hfheeww! Hhoo! Hey, I� hhoo� I remember you!" The once timid creature who couldn�t look her in the eye then pulled her arms out from under her enormous breasts and reached for Lisa�s face. She pulled her up through her cleavage and mashed her lips to the lips on that face. She could taste the dripping nectar of her own pleasure and shared it with Lisa, pushing her tongue into her mouth in a soul kiss of epic proportions.
She then lowered her hands to the buttoned opening at Lisa�s neck. Grasping it with both hands, she pulled it apart, rending the nightgown open to her waist in an instant. Leaning over Karen as she was, Lisa�s own fat tits spilled forward and Karen caught them and grasped them fully in her palms. Lisa moaned at the invigorating manipulation they received and struggled to relieve herself of the rest of the garment. But it was difficult with the material so wet and heavy and clinging to her skin.
Karen took matters into her own hands, twisting her bulk admirably and tossing Lisa down to the bed in her place. With her breasts resting on Lisa�s stomach, she grabbed the nightgown at Lisa�s shoulders and pulled it down to her elbows, exposing her completely from the waist up. Lisa looked up at her with pleading eyes, helpless to her desires and now constrained by the wet garment. Karen sat up and found the bottom hem of the nightgown and pushed it slowly up Lisa�s smooth legs with one hand. With the other, she reached down between her own legs to hold the dildo in place.
When the nightgown was raised to Lisa�s knees, Karen began to place kisses over the flesh exposed there, as the hem continued to rise. Lisa let her head fall back and gazed up at the ceiling. Never had her heart been so full. Never had her desires been built up for so long, only to finally be gratified, as it seemed they would be now.
At mid-thigh, Karen felt wetness and began to lap it up with relish. Her tongue danced over Lisa�s quivering inner thighs in fast, broad strokes, coming ever closer to the cherished holy spot at the juncture. Lisa gasped and felt her chest rise with anticipation of the coming contact. Karen paused momentarily and then flattened her tongue over the quivering lips and delivered one long lick from the bottom of her crevice to the bulging bud at its peak, which she flicked with the point of her tongue in balletic flair.
On the tongue�s way up the overly sensitized lips of her pussy, Lisa uttered a moan that climbed the octaves until, with the flick of the tip, it became a blood-curdling scream reminiscent of the worst slasher-movie bimbos. She heard it echo around the small room, indeed the entire old house, but ignored it, as she was deserving of whatever release might be issuing from her right now.
She�d never been a vocal lover, but she was now. She�d never been a submissive lover (or a submissive anything), but she was now. Karen�s onslaught continued, and there was precious little she could do about it even if she had wanted to. Her elbows were constrained at her side, her hands flailing desperately in the air. Her own generously sized boobs wobbled madly on her chest.
Her crescendo ebbed for a moment and began to build again with the flicking, stabbing tongue working at her anxious pussy. She wanted to describe to Karen what she�d gone through to find her. She wanted to explain how long she�d been anticipating this very moment. She wanted to thank Karen and tell her how happy she was. She wanted to pour out her love for her and exclaim the beauty of these sensations to her in full.
But all she could muster was an excited and fluttering "WOOF!!"
Hours later, in the darkest hour of early morning, Karen rose to go to the bathroom. Her legs were unsteady under her, but her urgency was great. Lisa was roused just long enough to note her departure, and then fell back into a deep, gratifying sleep.
What seemed like only moments later, she was aware of a delicate agitation beginning again at the mouth of her pussy. She moaned both with the satisfaction of the renewal of the swelling, tingling sensations and at the incorrigible nature of her lover. It felt like she had already enjoyed a three-hour orgasm that night, and now she was being driven back down that dizzying path again.
Her paramour gazed up from between Lisa�s legs in the dark and could make out only the faint swell of the gigantic protrusions sitting on her chest. She knew she�d finally found Karen again. She could smell her thick musk in the air. The bedding was soaked and sticky with the overflowing juices of that wondrous, bubbling cunt. Dexterously removing her own clothing while maintaining a vigorous tongue in her friend�s twat, she settled in and dedicated herself to giving her friend a tongue-lashing that would reinvigorate their brief relationship.
Conti had been searching for her hapless, brown haired goddess, the fantastic object of her desire, for several days now. Ever since the mega-event at the club � the feature with Karen and the Great Dane that ended with the Dane in the hospital and the club nearly completely broken up � Conti had had feelers out in the seedy part of town for info on the dame with the humongous hooters. The brief period they�d spent together had been spellbinding. She didn�t know how much a part in it all the aphrodisiac lipstick had played, but she knew that the experience was burned into her mind and it woke her in the night with her cunt in a lather.
She�d followed some leads and some police scanner talk and, one thing leading to another, she found herself breaking into some old woman�s house way out in the country in the middle of the night.
It was all worth it, she thought, as this willing cunt seemed as happy and excitable as she remembered it, though maybe not as expansive or swollen. In time though, she knew, she could make it dance for her if she wanted to.
Lisa clutched the bed pillows ever tighter to her chest, emulating Karen�s enormity and wondering what that must be like. The tongue in her pussy had toyed with her outer lips for an adequate period of time, and was now delving inside. The marvelous appendage seemed to be leaping up into her further with each thrust. It curled back on itself and found the tenderness of her G-spot along the inner wall of her vagina. She marveled at the dexterity and technique being employed and gasped at the speed with which she found herself being pushed to orgasm.
Conti spread her hands out to either side to brace herself as she took a lower approach to her work. She struck something lying on the bed and wrapped her fingers around it. Feeling it over in the dark, she recognized the form as a fully sculpted rubber cock. She marveled at its size and smirked at how much of a horny little thing her formerly innocent partner had become. She brought it back to investigate it with both hands, never forgetting nor neglecting her tongue's responsibility.
At the base, she found a switch. Turning it on, she became intrigued with its vibrating action and decided to bring it into the game. Giving a last slurping suck on the rigid clitoris, Conti sat up on her haunches and reached down to the front of her panties. With her long sharp nails, she tore open a small hole in the front.
Lisa groaned at the interruption and began to twist about on the bed in anticipation of Karen�s return.
Conti passed the dildo under the waistband of her panties and out through the small hole, pushing it further apart as she shoved it through and forced it to project from her snug underwear. She�d fashioned a makeshift strap-on. The vibrating base was pressed firmly against her own pubis, while the business end projected proudly towards what she thought to be Karen�s waiting cunt.
Lisa thought she detected the sound of the vibrator again, but she was genuinely surprised when it lodged itself between her labia and began to spread its delicious vibrations. The dildo moved ahead, parting her under-experienced lips and assuming more depth with relative ease.
She began to protest, saying "No, honey� oh, I�m not sure� I�m not really into� but� oh, oooOOh! Go slow, sweetie! Uuumm� wwooOOF!"
Conti set up a rhythm whereby she slowly but surely began to move deeper into Karen�s pussy. The unexpected bonus of the vibrations against the base of her pubic bone was an invigorating and exciting encouragement. She adjusted her panties until the base was pressed directly against her own fat clitoris.
Lisa was unaccustomed to actual penetration; generally favoring the type of activity two women can accomplish from the outside or by mashing themselves together in a scissor lock of grinding pelvises. She was more than a little hesitant to be penetrated with anything, especially such a big cock, even if it was Karen doing the drilling. But she had a distinct soft spot for whatever her very special lover wanted. She abided the encroaching cock with good spirit and actually found the inner stimulation more than a little satisfying.
It was quickly melting down her reserve. Every inch of her inner walls was being stimulated. She�d never felt anything like it. The stretching she was doing just to accommodate the thing built a very satisfying pressure. And the nerve endings throughout her entire womb were enlivened and dancing. She felt herself become very wet all at once � it oozed out over the assaulting cock and dribbled down into the crack of her ass.
She reached out for Karen�s giant boobs; she wanted to have some way to reciprocate and she had come to dearly love clutching at the enormous nipple knobs on top of her mounds.
Conti reached out; wanting to find those swells herself.
Their hands met in mid-air and the fingers of all four hands entwined together. Slightly disappointed for not finding Karen�s tits, they nevertheless clasped hands and supported each other for the ensuing climax. They spoke to each other silently with the urgency of their grips.
In only a few more thrusts, they were each at their limit for this round of lovemaking. Lisa�s head was swimming with confusing sensations, and her cunt was literally squirming and clutching at the huge, dancing rubber cock.
Conti�s poor little clitoris was flattened against the base of the dildo almost painfully. She was easing it away to give it some air, then jamming it back against the base again and again. She nearly exploded from the radiating sensations. The dildo was firmly clutched at the other end now, so she could work herself over freely with this end. She soon found that she was not going to last long, either.
At once, both women swung into spasmodic climax and yelped out in synchronized exclamations of urgent joy. They released each other�s hands and fell together, Lisa reaching up for "Karen" and Conti collapsing into "Karen�s" arms. They found each other�s mouths instinctively, and mashed their lips together. Their tongues struggled around one other and they moaned into each other�s mouths; their feelings were shared and gratifying. They continued to shiver and clutch at each other, shimmying and gasping through the extended aftershocks of orgasm � until, at once, they realized there was something missing.
They separated just as the bedroom light was switched on. Lisa and Conti stared into the sexy faces of strangers and noted the reddened lips and the profuse wetness around their mouths. A string of saliva still connected them. They looked down as one to their heaving chests, Conti�s EE and Lisa�s F sized chest. Their breasts wagged together and were heavy and warm. It was quite a nice sight, but not what they had each expected.
"Conti?" came a voice from across the room. Karen still had her fingers on the light switch and her face was wide-eyed and puzzled-looking.
"Karen?" said Conti, looking over now at her with her arms still wrapped around Lisa and her crotch still pressing a dildo into the stranger. Looking back to the stranger, she asked, "But who�"
"Lisa." she responded. "Conti?" she asked, in a tone that implied not only "who the heck are you?" but also "What kind of a name is that?"
They stared at each other a moment, and seemed to move apart, but when they did they were quickly reminded of their compromising position. The shifting of their shared, and still buzzing, dildo stirred them once again. Each gasped and decided that separating just now might be� well, hasty.
Their low, surprised moans, coming at once, as well as the extremely erotic vision of the two gorgeous women clutched together and showing the lingering urgency of their passion, caused Karen to drop her sandwich and her Diet Coke. The two bed partners looked up at the sound to watch as Karen�s finger-sized nipples extended out towards them, seemingly as though one was aiming for each of them.
Karen walked toward them, her enormous hips grinding and turning sensually while her gigantic tits shimmied and shook back and forth, up and down. Lisa and Conti were once again mesmerized by the sight that had brought them here to begin with. They stared at her bobbing nipples and their mouths opened just like little birds waiting for their mother to feed them in the nest. She had to push her breasts together to get the nipples to the waiting, clutching pair. The room went dark again as she felt the two hot mouths gobble up her fat, extended nipples and immediately draw on them with warm and powerful suction.
As she pulled the door closed, a bewildered Grandma heard only a few muffled moans and Karen quietly exclaiming "wwooooof!"
Some of you may have guessed, but this episode is dedicated to the memory of Madeline Kahn, who passed away while it was being composed. It�s a rare dame who can be funny and sexy, classy and raunchy at the same time. Her "Woof! Oh, sweet mystery of life�" scene in Young Frankenstein (you younger folks, make sure you go rent it if you haven�t seen it) is a classic that burns in the memory of all of us who were adolescents when the film came out. And her turn as "Lili Von Shtupp" in Blazing Saddles is a truly funny dick-bender. Rest in peace, Lili.
So� the questions linger: what the heck do big girls like Karen do with themselves (and their accumulating friends) 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?
Tune in next time for some of the answers. I know, I know, there isn�t a lot of true BE happening here, but bear with me, I�m working for something different. Think of the whole story. And believe me, there is more BE on the horizon.
(Reader: as always, if you�ve got anything to share, I would appreciate your feedback on my little developing story of Karen. Many, many thanks to all of the "Friends of the Perils."