Threadbare — The Perils viii

by Uncle Stav

In the morning, Karen was awakened by the light of day piercing through the window. Quickly taking stock of her situation, she became aware of two luscious forms huddled against her, naked and cold. The bedcovers were nowhere in sight and the three bodies were exposed to the morning chill in the drafty old farmhouse.

The raven-haired vixen and hot Latin tamale Conti was reversed on the bed, with her feet tucked up under Karen’s pillow. She was snuggled up to Karen’s right breast from below, hugging it like huge plush toy, with her head on Karen’s tummy.

The auburn-haired security maven and luscious lesbian Lisa was resting her head comfortably on Karen’s chest, with her legs tucked up under Karen’s left breast. She was curled around the breast in a fetal position.

Karen lay still, not wanting to disturb their peaceful slumber. The girls’ hair was spread out over her and they hugged themselves to her warmth like small children. She had her arms around them on either side, and she luxuriated in the sensation of passing her hands over their smooth, well-rounded curves.

She was so comfortable this way. Huddling together like this made her feel very reassured and very safe for the first time in quite a while. Her mind flashed images of some of the more bizarre situations in which she’d found herself recently, and she squirmed at the unsettling memories. It all came back to her rather quickly — the farm and the animals, the house and the farmer… and the train set (chapters v and vi) — she hugged the girls to her sides a little more tightly and tried to dispel those thoughts.

Looking over and down at Lisa and Conti, she felt great affection for them both. The innocence in their demure, sleeping faces belied the passion they’d been stoking in her only hours earlier. They had been so nice to her, so devoted to seeking her out and to caring for her in her new and unfortunate physical rendering. And both had shown uncommon attention to her last night, seeing to her every physical whim and desire. While they had indeed mischievously provoked the fires of her passion again and again, well in excess of her initial needs, they had also seen to the very satisfactory quenching of those fires.

She had never felt such devotion and love in her life. It was strange for her to think of it in that way. She had never ever touched a woman in an intimate way before just a few days ago. And now, she realized that she had experienced no greater passion or physical joy with anyone before like she had with these two women. It seemed an embarrassment of riches. It also seemed like a helpless burden for her to be the object of such unrelenting sexual provocation. Certainly the girls were taking advantage of her in some ways, but she knew that she was perfectly happy in her role.

She was hesitant for them to awaken. Knowing them in the dark, sensual atmosphere of the night and knowing them in the harsh light of day might be very different things. What if they weren’t as enamored of her this morning? What if it all seemed very perverse to them now, and they exited in awkward silence? What if knowing her in this bloated, obscene form was more than they were able to handle in everyday life? She thought that almost anyone with any sense would certainly be embarrassed to be seen with her.

Conti and Lisa had also become immersed in the daylight streaming through the windows. As it intensified, the sunlight quickly turned away the morning chill and made the bedding too warm for comfort. They soon awoke, grumbling and frowning.

Turning their heads and pulling away the mass of their hair from their faces, they were soon reacquainted with the object of their affection. Lisa looked up at Karen, who smiled sheepishly. Lisa’s heart swelled at the sight of her lovely friend’s face and the mussed up hair encircling it. She leaned up and gave Karen a light kiss on the cheek before laying her head back on Karen’s shoulder. She passed her hand over the vast, smooth expanse of Karen’s enormous breast and found the puckered nipple. She began toying with it absent-mindedly as she lay still and stretched the quiet of the morning a little longer.

Conti turned her head up out of Karen’s lap a little abruptly. She had been momentarily surprised to find herself looking up at the immense, bulbous masses of breast again. They seemed to her like giant round orbs descending upon her, under which she might be quietly crushed. Raising herself up from the belly on which she’d spent the night, she looked up at both Karen and Lisa. "Morning!" she spouted while squinting into the sunlight. She quickly turned herself over to lie on her back looking up at the ceiling. She rubbed her cheek against Karen’s smooth thigh and passed her hand over the hip and up her waist. She could still smell the musk, the strong odor of Karen’s passion, though she was still too sleepy to be interested in its allure just yet.

Besides, she felt absolutely spent. She had had more sex with more individuals of more persuasions than either of her two bedmates put together, but she had never had an experience as satisfying as last night’s. It was she who spoke first and broke the slightly uncomfortable silence.

"Man! What a night!"

The other women uttered small sounds of recognition, but did not speak.

"You girls are too wild for me!" she said jokingly. This provoked small laughter.

"But you know…" she began and then cut herself off. "What the…?"

As she had untangled her legs, she’d felt something odd lodged within her. Reaching down, she quickly withdrew the dildo they’d all shared last night. The thick lips of her pussy made a squelching sound as she removed it. Karen turned her head away slightly, as the object was being removed almost into her face.

"I’ll be damned!" Conti continued, "The thing’s still on! And it’s barely running! We wore it down to nothing."

She laughed and snorted loudly, which made the other two chuckle and loosened things up a bit. They quickly descended into a giggle-fest, laughing as much at the odd circumstances in which they found themselves as at Conti’s unfortunate nasal report. As they relaxed and became reacquainted with one other again, a bit of light petting ensued.

All three women were a tangled mess of hair and skin tattooed with the lines of the wrinkled sheets beneath them. They rose together, pushing themselves up to rest on their haunches and found themselves facing one another over the center of the bed. They all looked as though a sex train had hit them during the night.

Under different circumstances, Lisa and Conti might have found some interest in each other. But these were not the right circumstances. As they exchanged gazes for a moment, it did occur to them that they were each quite a sight. The long, tousled hair in their beautiful faces was extremely sexy and provocative, and it provided a little humor for them to see the other so disheveled. But in their hearts, these were two women standing in the way of each other’s affections for one monstrous, lovely friend.

The bed sheet had stuck to the side of Lisa’s right breast and clung there unknown to her. In spite of herself, Conti noticed how it tugged sensuously at the warm sphere of her breast. And then she noticed that the sheet was clinging to her own hip as well. Both women pulled the sheet away from their skin carefully, marveling at the viscosity of the substance that held it to them like thick glue.

"Eeeuuyyyuuuuuuhh!" uttered one or maybe both.

"Uuggh! I need a shower!" proclaimed Conti. And she immediately marched off to lay claim to the bathroom just down the hall.

Lisa heard her close the door tightly and lock it, much to her consternation. Surely she must realize that they each had a "morning call" to make. Why would she selfishly hog the bathroom for herself?

Setting aside her bitterness for a moment, she turned back to Karen who squatted on the bed beside her. The poor woman’s breasts were so large they rested on her thighs and swelled up towards her chin. As Karen turned to her and their eyes met, Lisa couldn’t fight her flush of emotions.

"You’ve made me so happy," she said with a confident smile.

Karen opened her mouth to reply, but then a sound came from the outer rooms.

"Grandma!" they exclaimed at once.

They scrambled stiffly out of the bed to get ready to face her. She deserved an explanation, and it wouldn’t be an easy one to make.

They were desperate to find some type of covering before she barged in, as she had done before, to find them both nude again. The nightgown Lisa had been given last night was useless, having been ripped apart and laying now in a sodden pile. They began to go through some dresser drawers, but quickly settled on a man’s work short from the closet. Karen’s grandfather had been dead for a while, but his clothing remained. It was adequately large to close over Lisa’s chest, but the bulge revealed her unmistakable charms.

Lisa then turned back to the closet saying, "And now for you!"

Karen watched her rifle through the closet without much hope that she would actually find anything large enough. She’d been down this road before. She found herself noting how Lisa’s cute bottom peeked out from under the big blue shirt she was wearing. She had to shake her head and remind herself that she wasn’t sure of her feelings for Lisa or anyone yet. She wondered if she’d somehow become a lesbian overnight.

Just then, Lisa backed out of the closet saying, "This might hold some possibilities!" She held up a large pair of coveralls on a hanger. Karen let her take them off the hanger and unzip them, but she didn’t have much hope that they would actually fit.

The coveralls were grayish-green in color and smelled faintly like a garage. Lisa knelt down and held them open for Karen to step into. As she stood and they worked at pulling the coveralls up, she bumped her head into Karen’s giant meaty tits. Looking up at Karen from the valley of her cleavage, Lisa made the remark that she couldn’t resist.

"Isn’t this where we met, my dear?"

Remembering that morning in the crew locker room (which seemed so distant to her now), Karen smiled and then laughed aloud and turned to face her friend.

"You’re right — it is how we met, isn’t it?" They gazed at each other a moment. "But I don’t think I ever found out if those coveralls fit me, did I?"

Both women smirked and their minds raced into the scene of wild passion that had ensued upon their first touch. Karen’s nipples began to stiffen in the open air as she retraced the activity in her mind. They each began to feel a little excitement again. Quickly though, they arrived at the memory of how the moment had unfortunately ended.

"Oh!" Karen felt obliged to speak. "I never had a chance to say ‘I’m sorry’ for… well, you know… when those men…"

"Don’t!" Lisa interrupted her. "Don’t bring it up again. It was nothing." Her demeanor had hardened a little. "You don’t need to worry about that now. Everything turned out fine."

She noticed that she’d taken Karen back a little with her tone. "You’re here now. And everything will be fine… for both of us." She pulled a stray lock of hair out of Karen’s face and lovingly stroked her cheek. "Now let’s see to this thing, shall we?"

With a lot of squirming and stuffing and quick manipulation of the zipper, they were just able to get Karen enclosed within the coverall. It was a monumental task and Karen couldn’t really say she was comfortable when it was all said and done. All the manipulation and jostling had her nipples elongated and pushing out against the rough-hewn fabric. And the crotch was just short enough to have been drawn up tight against her squirming clitoris. No matter how she moved the pressure was enough to start driving her crazy. Lisa took mental note of how Karen’s swollen labia were visibly split in the tight crotch of her outfit. Just as they finished stuffing her like a sausage into the coverall, Conti opened the bedroom door and entered with a large overnight bag.

Still toweling off her jet-black hair, she glanced at the pair of oddly dressed women and said, "Um, you don’t really have to wear that, you know," waving at the bulky, ill-fitting coverall.

"Well, what else is there?" Lisa asked a little indignantly.

"Well, there’s always these…" she replied, while removing a pile of garments from her bag. Karen quickly recognized them as some of the clothing she’d taken with her when she’d escaped the company apartment.

"Where did you get these?" Karen asked appreciatively.

"Well, there’s a story behind that and… I’ve been…"

Lisa smelled a rat and wanted it rooted out. "Where did you get the clothes!" she repeated with an angry tone.

"That’s what I’m tryin’ to tell ya" Conti answered. "I was sent here originally by the company to…"

"You BITCH!" Lisa screamed, and she lunged for Conti. She pushed her out through the doorway and tackled her in the hallway.

"WAIT!" Conti screamed, "You don’t understand!"

Lisa sat on top of Conti and began to pummel her with her fists. "You stupid bitch! You’re gonna give her right back to them! You’re a fuckin’ spy! You just wanted to get laid first, and then you’re gonna turn her right back over to them, aren’t you?!"

As she pulled back her fist once again, Karen slid in front of her and caught her arm. She pressed her tightly packed chest against Lisa and held her arm still.

"Don’t. Please don’t. Let her talk."

Lisa could see Karen’s concern for Conti in her eyes. She eased off and got up from the dancer’s chest. As Karen helped Conti to sit up, she stroked her face and wiped tears from her eyes.

Just then, Grandma turned into the hallway from the living room brandishing a frying pan. "Alright girls -- there better not be any fighting going on, or I’m going to bring it to an end myself!" None of the three women doubted her word or the angry look on her wizened old face.

After a few moments of calming tempers, Conti revealed that she had indeed been sent by the company to locate Karen. But she knew that there were plans of some sort for Karen when she was returned, so she was hesitant to cooperate from the start. It didn’t seem right to her that a big corporation would want to pick on a girl with such already obvious hindrances in her life.

But she had wanted to find Karen, for herself mostly. And when she found her, she just couldn’t bring herself to turn her in as she’d been ordered.

Grandma jumped in at this point. "So, everybody’s out looking for my… (staring at her up and down in the bulging coverall) granddaughter, and when they find her, they…" She felt unable to speak freely at this point, though they all knew that what she meant to say was something like, "they all want to jump on her and have lesbo sex all over her!"

Nobody pursued that theme, but all were interested in what would come next.

"Well, I don’t know what to make of all this," Grandma continued with a certain level of disgust in her tone, "… but I’ve got potatoes frying and breakfast will be ready in a minute. Get yourselves… (waving them away) ready, or whatever, and come and eat."

Leave it to Grandma to get back to the basic order of the day. The three girls turned back to the bedroom. Leaning back in the cramped hallway, Lisa and Conti allowed Karen to pass first.

Sifting through the specially fitted outfits Conti had brought from the company, the girls endeavored to find something to sufficiently, and decently, house the exaggerated body of Karen. It wasn’t as simple as it might have seemed. The clothes had indeed all been cut to fit her proportions exactly, but they were also pretty revealing. Some were actually downright slutty. Conti took a liking to a few of the outfits, but she couldn’t convince the others that they would be OK for having breakfast with one’s grandmother.

They finally agreed on a deep red sweater dress with a high collar but no sleeves. It seemed the most demure of anything in the bunch, but it was still a little racy. The armholes had been cut with a generously large swoop, which revealed a good bit of the sides of Karen’s breasts. But they were able to throw a button-down sweater over her shoulders to tame the racy effect.

She was actually very lovely, after they’d done her hair up in a simple bun. The high collar of the dress accentuated her long neck. It also concealed the vast expanse of cleavage and the swell of her generous attributes. Well, it covered her attributes, but it didn’t really conceal them. As before, if anything, they may have looked even more imposing thrusting out into the thick knitted material. The knitting had a ribbed pattern, and the ribbing swelled and spread apart with the vastness of the forms it accommodated. Both Lisa and Conti stared with admiration and awe at the preponderance of Karen’s breasts. Their sheer size was one thing — they took up her entire torso from the front and projected ridiculously far out in profile — but their buoyancy and form, even without a bra, was a thing of wonder to them both.

Conti put on a skirt and a sweater from her bag, while Lisa retrieved her own clothing from the laundry Grandma had done the night before. She slid into the comfortable jeans and long sleeve, button-down shirt she’d worn for the past few days. It was nice to have them clean, and even ironed again, she thought.

Then they headed out for what promised to be a tough breakfast with a tough old bird.

Actually, it didn’t go that badly. None of the girls had eaten so much in one meal for weeks, but Grandma kept bringing it out and they kept putting it down. They were obviously famished from their exertions of the previous evening.

There was very little talk of the current housing arrangements, except that Grandma offered pot roast to whoever might want to stay over that night. It was a fairly quiet meal overall, although Conti wanted to make small talk with the old woman and kept inquiring about the farm. Grandma didn’t go into much detail and answered only with brief replies.

At one point, Lisa got up to get some Kleenex from her coat. In the pocket, she found the little anonymous bottle of pills she had found in Karen’s apartment — the little bottle of pills that had seemingly started this whole thing. "For breast augmentation. Take one pill two times daily," it read.

Lisa looked up and watched as Conti, that loud-mouthed tart, was badgering Grandma for more information about what she usually grew on the farm. "God," Lisa thought, "she’s so fucking oblivious to everybody else. She just keeps pushing herself on everyone."

And it was at that point that she hatched a wicked little plan. She could see that it was evil of her to think in this way, and it didn’t bother her. She knew that it would cause a little more insanity and make things a little more complicated, but that didn’t bother her. She poured out two pills from the bottle and put it back in her coat pocket. Then she promptly returned to the table and asked Conti if she would like more orange juice.

She did. Lisa knew she would. Conti was still eating like a pig. And she was so busy flapping her gums that she probably didn’t even stop to wonder why Lisa was being so nice for a moment. And she certainly wouldn’t notice the pills in her OJ either, at least not if she ground them up a little.

After breakfast, the girls left Grandma to do the dishes as she ordered. Lisa and Karen thought she probably just wanted to be free of Conti’s incessant talking. They threw on light jackets and went for a walk outside. As they walked, they got to know one another a little better. They walked around the house a few times at first. And then they strolled out to the barn and through where the old woman kept her garden. It was tilled up and ready for planting, but the ground hadn’t quite thrown off all of the winter chill yet.

Eventually, they ended up in the large, two-sided swing at the back of the lawn. They took seats opposite one another, with Karen on one side (of necessity by herself) and Lisa and Conti on the other. When seated this way, Karen’s breasts were suspended tantalizingly close to the tops of her thighs. Both Lisa and Conti wondered if they could even have passed a hand between the bottom of one and the tops of the other.

Conti spoke up first, not surprisingly, and stated that while she’d done a lot of crazy things sex-wise, she herself had never known anything like last night — ever! Both Lisa and Karen squirmed a little with the acknowledgement that brought what they’d been thinking out into the open. But both were somewhat glad to hear that even an "old pro" was as surprised and overwhelmed as they had been.

It was quiet for a moment and the girls listened to the whisper of the wind through the still bare branches of the spring trees. An occasional chirp of a bird drifted over the yard. Lisa and Conti stole sheepish glances to see who would be the next to speak.

Surprisingly, it was Karen.

"I just can’t believe what has happened to me recently!" she began. Lisa and Conti, both starved for some knowledge of what exactly had been going on and who their innocent partner really was, leaned forward anticipating more.

"Ever since, well, this (gesturing toward the giant lumps of breast flesh suspended over her lap), my life has been… huh, there isn’t even a word for it. ‘Weird’ is definitely an understatement!"

"I always kept to myself. I never wanted to be somebody that people looked at or even noticed. I was very happy that way."

Lisa and Conti both lifted their eyebrows, thinking to themselves, "well, you can kiss those days goodbye, kiddo."

"Or at least I thought I was happy that way. Why I did this I just don’t know."

"Well, honey," Conti interjected, "let’s get down to it. Just what did you do?"

"I took some pills."

"These pills?" Lisa asked, producing the little bottle from her pocket.

"Well, yes. Where did you get those?"

"I found them in your apartment. I’m sorry, I just wanted to find you."

"Oh, I understand," Karen assured her. "I’m really glad you did, by the way."

Conti broke in, "So what’s with the pills? Let me see ‘em." Lisa handed the bottle over to her and Conti examined it carefully.

"I don’t know," Karen answered, "I mean, I only took the recommended dosage — and I only took them for two days!"

"And all of this happened from that? Those must be some pills!" Conti replied. "How did it happen? I mean, what was it like?" She handed the bottle back to Lisa, but not before she’d had a chance to slip a couple of pills out of it and conceal them in her hand.

Karen looked off into the sky and thought back to the day of her metamorphosis. She tried to remember the process. She gave a little unconscious shiver and immediately had the complete attention of both women.

"I guess it started as an itch. Yeah, I remember waking up several times during the night sweating and hot and itching all over. I finally got up and got in the shower, thinking that would help. But that only made it worse…," her voice trailed off for a second and her eyelids fluttered a bit.

For the next twenty minutes, she recounted the whole day. She relived the burning, the itching, and how she suffered at work. She continued to look away into the sky, almost oblivious of her friends. By the time she got to telling how her breasts first began growing, her audience was totally engrossed in her every word. They began to squirm as she detailed every button being thrown off of her blouse, and the incredible relief when she finally divested herself of her clothing altogether and allowed her new enlargements out in the open air.

When she went into the second stage of the expansion — how the burning returned and she was swept up in the sensations and how she had attacked her own enflamed body in search of relief — Lisa and Conti were on the edges of the seats.

The story continued to her waking up enlarged twofold again, her hapless escape and to her encounter with the dogs. But when she began to speak of the dogs licking her, over and over, and the exquisite sensations she’d experienced, the passion rose in her voice. Conti suddenly felt very warm. Lisa was feeling a little jumpy; her nerves were tingling with anticipation of the climax of the encounter. They both stared in wonder as Karen’s nipples projected into the sweater dress and pushed their way out like stiff fingers. They watched the pattern of the knitting swell and stretch out towards them. Her hands clenched the edge of the seat and she bent towards them a little, mashing her crotch into the wooden slats in the swing.

Karen’s prose swelled up from her heart and she spoke with a fire she had never known herself to possess. Almost unconsciously, her voice rose and she substituted her normal, safe vocabulary with talk of "big, fat pussy lips," and the clenching in her gut, and her own fingers tugging at her nipples, and the dogs’ tongues lashing over her "fat cunt," and…

And then Grandma called out from the back door. The girls were all visibly startled by the intrusion. "Come on in, now," Grandma said, "I need to go to the store real quick and you girls can look for some better clothes for yourselves." They all knew she was referring to Karen alone.

They sat for a moment, unsure of what to do, until Grandma impatiently yelled for them again and they all rose to meet her at the car. They used the walk from the back yard to adjust themselves, as each was feeling a little damp in the crotch and a little "pokey" in the nipples.

The ride to the "store" as Grandma referred to it (really a shopping mall) was uneventful, except for the fact that none of the girls could get the imagery of the dogs licking at Karen’s crotch out of their heads. Conti was seated in the back seat next to Karen and couldn’t resist the temptation to run the back of her hand over Karen’s exposed thigh. When her touch became too provocative, Karen clasped Conti’s hand and held it the rest of the way.

They split with Grandma at the entrance to the major chain store, as she was after her particular shade of hair coloring, but she pointed them in the direction of the women’s clothing. The three women strolled through the racks of outfits slowly. It was a weekday morning, so there weren’t many people in the store, but Karen tried to keep herself immersed in the racks to avoid undue attention.

As much as she tried, she couldn’t get her nipples to relax. They were standing at constant attention from the titillating story she had been engrossed in and from the subtle provocation of the knitted sweater material. She wondered when she was going to remember to start covering the things with something less… "tickley."

The other girls were obviously distracted as well. They were unable to curb the sensuous feelings they were having. As they circled the racks, Lisa and Conti began to nudge in close to her, making little comments about this or that blouse, and applying small, friendly touches to her arm or to her back. The three of them worked their way over the floor with Karen as the center of attention as the other two circled in on her in turn, first one and then the other.

While Karen was holding a large blouse out in front of her, a very sensitive hand snuck up the bottom of her dress and applied a light touch to her silken pantied bottom. She squirmed away from it, giving a little warning to Conti with her eyes and sending the message that someone could be watching by looking around her surreptitiously.

When she leaned in over some hangers to check the size on a label, Lisa leaned over with her and cupped her hand up around the enormous swell of Karen’s right breast. Karen gasped at her audacity and pulled back.

"Oh, don’t… not here. OK?"

Emboldened by the quiet, secluded atmosphere of the store and by their first flirtatious investigations, Lisa and Conti continued on in their seductive labors. They couldn’t help themselves. They nudged and stroked her arm; they slid their hands along her contours, all the time taking turns, one moving in after the other was rebuked for her teasing. They worked their way through the better part of the women’s department in this way.

As Karen held another top out in front of her, Lisa reached her hand into the open circle of the armhole on Karen’s dress and ran her fingers along the bulge of the breast that began there under her arm. At the same moment, Conti passed her hand delicately between Karen’s legs and into the silky cleft of her enormous butt.

Karen spun around and in a quiet but urgent voice implored, "Alright, that’s it! That’s enough! Can we please just not do this in public? Please?" She was certainly feeling stimulated by their erotic, darting touches, but she was unwilling to get into an embarrassing act of public depravity.

The girls felt like teenagers who had been rebuked for their mischief in class. They couldn’t help but giggle a little at Karen. She was so cute when she was all serious like that. And besides, she was just scrumptious in that snuggly little red dress. At her suggestion, they followed her to the elevator so she could see what was in the men’s department downstairs.

It seemed like an amusing ruse to the two giddy young women. To them it was obvious that she just wanted to get them into a private place where they wouldn’t be seen.

In the elevator, Lisa took hold of the sleeve of Karen’s thin cashmere sweater and began to work it down her arm. The two women were practically purring with the enticement they were feeling.

"Aren’t you getting warm?" she encouraged her.

"Yeah, I guess, a little." Karen replied as she shrugged the sweater off.

With that, they were upon her. Conti moved in quickly and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before mashing her lips over Karen’s mouth. From behind, Lisa raised the hem of the back of Karen’s skirt and slid her fingers under the waistband of her panties. With a smooth push, she urged them over the great humps of Karen’s ass and in a moment had them midway down her thigh. Conti’s tongue slid over Karen’s as she wrapped her arms up around one of her huge, jutting breasts. Lisa cupped the cheeks of Karen’s butt and kneaded them in her hands like firm dough.

Suddenly, Karen broke away, sputtering "NO! Now stop it! It would be nice to just get this done and not… you know, not get into anything else just yet." She wiped her mouth and struggled to pull her panties back into place. The great shelf of her medicine ball sized boobs rose and fell dramatically with her efforts. She looked sternly at her two love-starved friends.

They looked back at her disappointedly, but each had a little smirk on her face. They could already smell the scent of her excitement wafting up from her crotch. They loved how she looked when she struggled with her sexuality. She was obviously juggling her emotions as well as the voluptuous piles of flesh on her form as she attempted to become presentable again. They knew she wanted it, but she was probably just afraid of her grandmother’s presence.

As the doors of the elevator drew open again, Karen stepped out and encouraged them, "Now let’s just look around for some big men’s stuff — something with a lot of room."

But the girls stood motionless in the elevator car for a moment, staring at a piece of string, or thread, that was stuck to Lisa’s wristwatch. It was snagged there pretty well and extended out before them into the open space of the store. As they followed the line of the string, they saw how it eventually attached itself to Karen’s dress, right at the hem. Lisa had obviously snagged it as she dove into Karen’s panties.

As Karen walked away, they watched the line dance and tug, but it never became tight. The further she moved away from them, the more the line extended. As it came loose from the dress, it ratcheted to the left and all the way back to the right, slowly unraveling the knit dress as it pulled away more and more of the thread.

The girls gasped and watched as Karen moved further away from them and the hem on her skirt rose a teeny bit higher with each step. They looked at each other wide-eyed; Conti had her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. As the doors of the elevator began to close again, they lunged forward, pushed the doors back, and stepped out into the second level.

Karen suddenly noticed a slight draft of cool air and turned around briskly to find Lisa staring at her with a knowing grin. Conti stood beside her snickering and the two of them looked for all the world like naughty schoolgirls.

Karen noticed the thread extending from her dress to Lisa’s hand and got a chill from the realization of their intentions.

A wide grin spread across Lisa’s face.

"Oh no… no, no, no! Don’t even think about it!" Karen reacted with the classically overstated warning of someone who finds herself at someone else’s mercy.

Suddenly, Conti snatched the thread from Lisa and began to run down a side aisle, saying, "Oh yeah, I think so!"

Karen screamed out an anxious "NO!" and set off in pursuit of the Latin vixen. Lisa just shrugged her shoulders as Karen ran past, as if to say, "what could I do?" She watched the two women trot down the aisle for a moment and then headed after them. She had to see what would happen next.

Conti was setting a quick pace, but Karen was up to the task. Her sizable new thighs kept pounding out a strong gait and she was able to keep up and prevent any more thread from being pulled away from her dress. Conti had about a fifteen foot margin of loose thread at her advantage, but Karen stayed close. As fast as she was moving, she was having trouble keeping her prodigious developments from swinging too wildly and pulling her off balance. If she could just catch up with Conti, she knew she could take back the thread and put an end to this chicanery.

At that moment, Conti began a series of swift and agile dodges and dives that led her through and around some of the men’s clothing racks. Karen had to adjust her speed to get around the obstacles without taking one of them out. Her breasts were bounding everywhere and they were incredibly difficult to control.

She matched Conti’s movements around two racks of coats, but then neglected to see that the path of the thread cut quickly back to the right. She missed the turn but kept running towards where she could see Conti’s head bobbing over the racks. She stopped dead in her tracks when she felt the thread unraveling from around her thighs.

The miscue had caused her to lose the tight gap she’d been maintaining and, even worse, allowed Conti to keep running and reel off more of the thread at will. Realizing her error, Karen grabbed the thread line and retraced her steps. Her heart began to quicken its pace when she recognized that she was way behind and it would be very difficult to catch up now.

Karen hurriedly scrambled around the racks and found that Conti had taken to weaving in and out and even all the way around some racks to make her work all the harder. All the while, she could feel little lengths of the thread being drawn through her tight fist. No matter how hard she tried to hold the thread in place, it just kept sliding out of her hand. She could feel the little tugs on the steadily rising hemline of her dress. She tried to tug it back down, but found that that afforded her very little advantage and made it even more difficult for her to run.

Soon she broke free of the racks and saw the thread line extending straight down the aisle, waist high. She broke into a full run now, and she could feel more air between her legs than she was comfortable with. But she wanted to make up some ground on Conti.

As Lisa came into view of her hapless friend again, she nearly gasped aloud at what she saw. The bottom edge of the back of Karen’s dress had risen to reveal the small creases where her ample buttocks met the backs of her thighs.

Seeing a few couples staring at her as she bounded by, tits wobbling wildly up and down, raised Karen’s embarrassment factor and reddened her cheeks, but she kept on going. She tried to hold her tits against her, but she knew from experience that her relatively tiny hands would not be up to the task.

She turned and followed the thread at the next aisleway and was stopped dead in her tracks at what she saw. The red thread extended directly up and over a display of shoes on pyramidal shelving unit.

"How did she do that?" she wondered aloud to her embarrassment. An old man with his grandson and a mother with two kids in a stroller stared directly at her. And then their gazes fell to her hemline, which was beginning to be stripped away again.

She gasped and shouted "CRAP!" as she lunged ahead and clambered over the display unit. At its apex, she suddenly had the presence of mind to try to hold down her skirt, as she sensed she was presenting a lot of ass, which she indeed was. Standing atop the display structure, she could see that eyes all over the store had found her and were widening at the incredibly sexy vision high above them.

She blushed and clutched her shrinking dress at the top of her thighs — and then she caught her foot on the top step and lost her balance. Balance is a crucial thing to a woman packing thirty or so pounds of breast on her chest. She tried to regain her footing — waving and flailing at the ceiling level for a moment with her breasts on leave for free expression — and then she fell.

At the bottom of the step pyramid, she landed, luckily, on her generous ass. Still, it took the wind from her for a moment. The old man had worked his way around the side of the display and extended his hand to her to help her up. But he froze at the sight of Karen’s dampened panties glaring out at him from between her splayed legs. The warm, smooth roundness of her thighs and the shadowy darkness of her pubic hair beneath her silky panties, not to mention the soft cleft where her panties were tucked between the puffy lips of her puss, disabled the man on sight. As she attempted to sit up and placed one hand to the side of her enormous breast and pushed it aside, a dark stain began to run down the left leg of the old man’s trousers.

Karen stared back at him, standing there with his arm extended and his pants becoming wetted, and was just as awestruck at her effect on the old fellow. It sent an unexpected tingle through her and caused her to clench her thighs together. Then the subtle tugging of more thread being drawn away from her dress spurred her to rise and trot off after it.

The thread line extended out of the main entrance to the store and out into the mall. Lisa quickly caught up with Karen and ran alongside her for a moment.

"Oh, honey — are you OK?" she said with mock concern. Her own lack of sympathy surprised her. But the vision beside her was intoxicating. Karen’s great flanks flashed out again and again and the thread continued to be drawn away. The hemline rose by fractions as Lisa trotted along, and she began to catch a glimpse of pink panties coming into view.

Lisa was beside herself with lust. She was in good condition and it was no problem for her to keep pace with Karen while reaching out to hook her finger under the leg band of Karen’s underwear. She made sure she had a good grasp and then slowed her pace until Karen was forced to drag her along down the concourse of the mall.

People on every side were gazing on as Karen began to squeal at the inconvenience. It was like a bad dream. She could feel more and more of the thread ratchet away, but she was unable to move quickly enough to prevent it. She struggled against Lisa’s hold on her and she began to feel her anxiety rising. She also began to feel the rise of her libido as her struggle forced her delicate, swollen labia over one another. She began to tug and tug to free herself and keep moving. Lisa, feeling absolutely devilish, got her hand under the other leg of Karen’s panties and squatted down towards the floor with a two-fisted grasp on the underwear. Lisa’s full weight brought Karen to a dead stop and pulled the panties down her legs a bit.

For a moment, Karen looked like the little girl in the Coppertone adds, with her panties pulled down off of her great glaring ass as she looked back over her shoulders in innocence. Karen’s legs were sufficiently restrained so that her momentum and the massive bulk on her chest took her straight down to the tiled floor in the center rotunda. She fell with a loud "Oomph!," bosom first. Her breasts, however, were soft and resilient and bounced right back after mashing out like huge lumps of Play-Doh.

The fall caused her dress to rise up over her butt cheeks. In the open rotunda, two levels of mall patrons looked on in amazement at the huge bare ass exposed in the center of the floor. It seemed impossibly large and bulbous, exposed in public like that. No one spoke or moved except for Lisa, who rose and pulled Karen’s panties down and off her legs with a nearly maniacal laugh and ran off in the direction of the line of red thread.

Lisa caught up with Conti at the top of the flight of spiral stairs leading up from the floor of the rotunda. By this point, the girls were absolutely giddy with excitement and stopped to watch Karen struggle up and around the steps in pursuit of them. The thread had continued to run off at a good clip and Karen’s butt had come into nearly full view. The hemline lay on top of the swell of her ass. Lisa and Conti marveled yet again at the way in which her ass rolled while she ascended the staircase, lifting and falling with stupendous bulging and shimmying. Seeing it exposed like this, while she climbed at a full gait, was breath taking.

While the girls admired their friend’s illicit beauty and their own mischievous handiwork, a boy and his sister came running around the railing of the balcony at full gallop and high screeching excitement. They were oblivious of the scene to which the rest of the patrons were attending. They just wanted to run and yell in the big open arena and see if they could get their mother so upset that she’d actually try to chase them down.

As they passed Conti, the boy, Chuckie, noticed the thick ball of red thread Conti had been winding up in her hand. It represented the entire lower half of Karen’s dress, but he didn’t pause to analyze what it was or from where it had come. Conti tried to raise the line for him to run under it, but he would have nothing of it. Chuckie leapt up and grabbed the entire ball of thread away from Conti and kept on running with it. Lisa and Conti reached out for a moment to try to stop him, but as they watched him scamper away with the string held high over his head — stretching it further and further away — they realized the beauty of the brat’s simple act. They could stop running now and simply enjoy the show.

As Karen reached the final few steps to the upper level and saw her companions waiting for her, she slowed a little. She was becoming exhausted from dragging around that stupendous body and assumed that they might finally be giving up the game. She was also shamefully aroused from all the friction of her running and she was feeling moisture between her thighs. She gamely tried to cover herself with a hand over her crotch and one at her backside.

"Stand in front of me! Everybody’s looking!" she pleaded.

Neither of them made an effort to move toward her. Instead they stared at her with unbridled fascination and leering grins.

Conti finally spoke, "You’ve got bigger problems, sweetheart."

Karen looked down in a panic wondering aloud, "Oh no, they’re not really getting bigger, are they? That’s all I need!" But it was then that she realized what Conti meant. The thread was still being pulled away — and neither Conti nor Lisa had it. It stretched off to the right and continued to steadily tick away from the dress.

She screamed again, "Oh, CRAP!!" and began to run after it, directly toward the mall’s Food Court. The patrons seated there turned their heads toward her as one and began to register varying degrees of reaction. Mothers covered the faces of their children. Grown men sat in wide-eyed wonderment, staring straight ahead like deer caught in the "headlights" of the oncoming truck that was Karen in her partial, red knit dress. Karen was able to think quickly enough to grab an empty food tray from a table as she passed and tried to hold it over her crotch as she ran.

Once the dress had been threaded away past the swell of Karen’s hips, its width was reduced dramatically. Hence, the speed with which the threading was coming undone was increased as well. In no time, Karen’s cute little belly button was peeking out into the light as her medicine ball sized tits rose and fell in gigantic leaps and bounds. The sweater dress now looked more like a midriff top and it appeared that Karen had simply forgotten the rest of her outfit.

She yelled ahead to little Chuckie, trying to get him to stop. But Chuckie had reached his parents’ table and quickly encircled it, watching the red thread bind around them. When she arrived, Karen pursued him around the table. Chuckie finally saw where the thread was coming from and uttered a loud, appreciative "WOW!"

Chuckie’s parents, never usually surprised at his antics, were flabbergasted. They watched as their red-haired tyke was chased around the table by a woman with tits the size of bowling balls — no, bigger — maybe their bowling ball bags — no, bigger yet! Chuckie’s dad watched the enormous bouncing orbs circle the table once, twice, three times. And then he realized that he had a present for his wife that he had feared he might never see again. He’d been impotent for over a year, and the little missus had resigned herself to a marriage without sex.

Chuckie broke away from his circuit around the table. Karen eventually unwound the thread from around Chuckie’s parents and uttered a meek "sorry!" as she ran off after him. Chuckie’s dad took the hand of Chuckie’s mom and placed it over the straining bulge in his pants. Chuckie’s mom raised her eyebrows appreciably and gave the bulge a welcome squeeze — it had been a very odd couple of moments.

Lisa and Conti caught up to the table just as Chuckie’s mom jumped into her husband’s lap and pressed her lips over his in an embrace passionate enough to knock over their chair and send them both to the floor. Conti watched her fumble at her husband’s belt and thrust her hand into his bulging pants before Lisa got her attention.

Pointing up at the sign for "Zippy’s Jamboree," an indoor children’s play facility, where they saw Karen’s huge, jiggling ass bounding after little Chuckie. With a hearty chuckle and a huge grin, Lisa made a statement of the terribly obvious — "this could be good!" And both women ran on for some play time antics.

Karen dashed around the counter at the entrance, much to the dismay of the clerk standing there. He kept calling out "Ma’am? MA’AM?! It’s $3.75 for adults, ma’am! Ma’am? You, um, you have… um, no…pants… on!"

Conti threw the kid a twenty as she and Lisa stormed past.

In just a few moments, Karen’s sweater had been peeled away to reveal the musculature of her lower back. Lisa and Conti knew what that meant — in front there would soon be boobs on view. Indeed, as Karen turned the corner in front of them, they noticed that the bottom swell of her breasts was peeking out into sight.

There was suddenly a lot of screaming as the huge half-nude woman chased the little red-haired kid into the play apparatus. When Lisa and Conti rounded the corner, they saw women and children scattering in all directions. In the background, an expansive, netted arena ran along the sidewall. The entrance was emblazoned with a sign reading "Come on in!"

Inside the netting, they saw endless little obstacles for the children to climb over, swing from and jump on. They wondered aloud why there was never anything like it when they were kids. And then, over the heads of the patrons fleeing the establishment, they saw Karen fling aside the concealing food tray and ascend a short set of padded steps, chasing after the elusive dancing string.

The steps ascended and then descended again pyramid style in a series of three successive

peaks. Any adult would be challenged by such a workout, but especially an overgrown sexual oddity like Karen. As she ran along the front of the netted stage, the remaining customers were frozen in amazement. The large red swell of her bosom bounded before her, stretching the capacity of the sweater to contain her to its fullest. The complementary shape of her pink buttocks bobbed along behind her, almost as if it were a bustle from an old gown. The rippling of the immense muscles and the fatty tissues of her ass held the crowd enthralled.

In the eerie silence that fell over the joyous playroom, Karen’s grunts and squeals could be clearly overheard. It seemed to the crowd that the sounds were being produced by her physical exertions. But they were also being forced in part by her rising stimulation. With each step, her thighs forced her swelling clitoris back and forth between the lips of her cunt, squishing and sliding with the fluid of her mounting excitement. And the cool air swishing over her exposed buttocks was tickling and provocative in a maddeningly subtle way.

At the end of the pyramid run loomed a towering, multi-colored tube structure. It seemed to consist of miles of ductwork and netting, all hopelessly entangled around itself. Karen saw the red thread pass through the padded doorway and up into the bowels of the great plastic beast. She was stopped dead in her tracks and gasped in dread.

Both Lisa and Conti laughed out loud, drawing the attention of the entire horrified audience of youngsters and parents. Shaken from their astonishment, the mothers began to collect their children, their strollers, and their diaper bags and headed for the door. The fathers began to move toward the netting to watch Karen as she clambered tentatively into the playset.

They all watched as she turned to the left and bent down to aim herself into the first tube opening. On her hands and knees, her fat tits hung down and actually rested on the floor of the platform. The red line could still be seen ticking away from the bottom edge of the sweater, reducing its size in minute increments. As one, the men began to urge her on, cheering her to "hurry up — go ahead!"

She slid herself forward into the tube and saw it angle upward into the apparatus. Her boobs caught momentarily on the bottom edge of the tube and were pushed up into her belly, but were soon dragged along. With some maneuvering, she pulled herself ahead. The audience sighed collectively as Karen’s enormous bare ass quivered and shook and slid slowly into the tube, her feet fluttering out behind her.

Karen soon found that it was easier to turn on her side and pull herself along than to lay on the soft pillows of her breasts. They swelled under her weight and filled the tube, effectively limiting her progress. She was able to push herself along with the ridges on the inside of the tube, finally catching the lip of the opening with her feet and pushing herself deeper. She was suddenly met with a roar of applause as she came upon a clear plexiglas window in the tube that faced out on the main floor of the establishment. She saw a crowd of men of all ages, all clinging to the netting with hopeful faces and gaping mouths. When they saw her face, they cheered her progress.

She was only able to pull herself another foot or so before she ran out of footholds. She reached out with her hands and felt around with her feet, but she could find nothing in the surface of the tube with which to push herself along. She suddenly realized that she was essentially stuck.

And another cheer went up from the crowd outside the apparatus. The apex of Karen’s enormous boobs was now perfectly framed in the window of the tube. Through it, the crowd could see the flattened swell of the great masses, but more importantly they could see the rising margin of the remaining sweater dress as her concealment was being diminished.

Karen could feel it as well, and understood their reactions. She could feel the line of thread ticking away from higher and higher on her breasts, and she knew that more flesh was coming into view. Soon the "bull’s eyes" of the crowd’s attention would be fully on display. Despite herself, she felt her nipples stiffen and thrust against the plexiglas window. She renewed her efforts and struggled to pull herself out of view. But that succeeded only in drawing a little louder response from the crowd. She was going nowhere.

From outside, opposing areas of red sweater and pink flesh split the window rectangle in the tube. The edge between them was nearly vertical but slightly angled to the right. A thin red thread could be seen passing by the window at intervals. As it passed, the crowd of men moaned in their eagerness to see another fraction of flesh exposed.

Karen was keenly attuned to what they were witnessing. Though she was unable to see her sweater disassembling itself, she could feel the thread slither by her and out the end of the tube. And, in the snug confines of the tube, she could feel each and every movement of the line as it circled around her. She squirmed with each vocal rise of the crowd’s appreciation. And she noticed that she was unconsciously working herself to distraction by rubbing her thighs together in a careful and purposeful way.

She split her legs for a moment and felt a chill of cool air at the juncture of her thighs. In response, she felt her engorged clitoris extend itself out and waggle around in the open air. She desperately wished she could lower her arms and reach her crotch, but she contented herself with the slithering pressure of her soft thighs. Within the confined space of the tube, her entire attention turned to the minute sensations of perverse eroticism tickling at her various sensitive bits.

At the same moment, she felt a tickling sensation at the outer edge of her aureole and heard a louder rise of appreciation from the crowd. She could tell that the darkened circle of her nipple plate was coming into view. With a few more passes of the line, she was trembling at the delicate sensation of the thread scratching over the very sensitive skin at the tips of her breasts. With a few more ticks of the line, the nipple of her left breast leapt out from under the edge of the sweater material and flattened itself against the window with an audible "thpum!" sound. A roar went up from the husky throats of the men watching in amazement. Karen squirmed even more noticeably within the tube and issued a low moan that escaped her lips with the urgency of passion.

Conti watched as a college-aged kid, there to escort his younger siblings no doubt, headed for the steps at the entrance. Seems he wanted to lend a hand. As Lisa watched, Conti placed her hand on his shoulder and threw him backward over the padded flooring. She quickly climbed into the opening to Karen’s aid. The college kid looked up at her and recognized her instantly. His indignation at being thrown aside was replaced with wonderment from seeing his favorite sex performer, the magnificent Conti, at such close range. He considered it a "brush with greatness." His buddies would envy him always.

The kid tried to regain his feet and noticed that there was now an advancing army of men clambering over the playset, no doubt trying to discover a path to Karen. They looked pretty silly, bumping their heads and scooting through equipment they had no business testing with their adult bulk.

The entire apparatus was shaking from the male invasion and from Karen’s efforts to free herself and relieve herself. Conti could see Karen’s feet flopping around and her legs passing over one another. The great swell of her ass was wedged inside the tube. She could smell Karen’s musk emanating from within.

Karen was distracted by her second nipple being tugged free of the sweater and the delicious sensations that provoked. Just then, she felt someone take hold of her ankles and use them to pull closer to her. Karen could only utter "What the…?" to the anonymous pair of hands that were working their way up her legs.

She could feel fingers clasping her thighs in the cramped tunnel — fingers with long fingernails. They crept up her smooth thighs lovingly, teasingly, and soon brushed over the delicate juncture between her legs. She gasped aloud and clamped her thighs tightly over Conti’s arm. Blushing bright red, she looked up at the grinning face of a man who appeared at the opposite end of the tunnel.

"Are you OK, lady?" he asked.

"Y-y-yes, yes I am…" She gasped at the intrusion of what she knew must have been Conti’s finger in her nether region. Despite Karen’s clenched thighs, Conti was tracing a delicate line around the edges of her swelling labia. She scraped her fingernail gently over her most tender inner flesh.

Karen bit her lip in anticipation of the inevitable. She began to tingle all over and she felt goosebumps spring up all over her exposed flesh. And then her boobs began to tingle and she felt her nipples lengthening. They grew and stiffened, pushing back into the soft flesh of her breasts, as they were mashed against the unflexing surface of the window. Her breast flesh expanded like bread dough with the let-down of her pectoral muscles and swelled closer to her chin in the close confines of the tube.

The sight was enough to provoke an instant hard-on for the man at the end of the tunnel. He collapsed to his knees with the intensity of his reaction.

Conti was really getting into her work and was nearly obsessed with tantalizing Karen to orgasmic satisfaction, even if it meant that she had to do it within the limited possibilities presented to her in the tightly packed tube.

Suddenly, Conti felt someone else’s hands on her own legs and tried to kick them off. "Go away!" she tried to yell down the tube, thinking it was some bothersome kid who had found the tube blocked or some adult trying to talk her out of the play set. But the hands were insistent and strong. Conti could soon tell that the person had no intention of trying to get her to leave. In fact, they were running up and down her legs soothingly, their grip massaging over her muscles. She moaned appreciably when she realized that she was about to get a measure of her own medicine. The horny little fox had chased the rabbit into the hole, and now the fox herself was being pursued.

When Conti stopped putting up any objections, the college kid deftly reached up under her skirt, grasped her pantyhose at the waist and worked them over her hips. He could hear a muffled moan of appreciation. Soon Conti’s shoes were seen tumbling out of the end of the tube to the floor, followed by her pantyhose and then her panties.

Just then, the man entered the space from the forward end of the tunnel, over Karen’s head. He couldn’t help his urgency in light of Karen’s plight and the unintended sexiness of her struggle. Leaning in, he lay a reassuring hand on top of one of her arms.

"Are you stuck? Would you like some help?" he asked teasingly.

"Not really, it’s just that she has a hold of my — gasp! — legs, and she’s…" Her eyelids fluttered, her voice trailed off and the man took a firm hold of her wrist. The vision he saw in the tunnel was more than he could stand. He was going to have to get her into his arms as soon as possible.

Karen spoke aloud to Conti, "Oh, no… now come on. You can’t really — oooohh! — you can’t really do this h-h-here!"

In the cramped confines of the tube, Conti had finally penetrated her and was tentatively stroking the sticky walls of her vagina with one fingertip. She began to alternate this with a little nudge over Karen’s agitated clitoral bud, finding it very wet and slippery.

The man pulled Karen forward another ten inches. Conti groaned in disappointment as her hand came free of Karen’s sex, but quickly scrambled further into the tube. Her own pursuer followed gamely. Karen squirmed, but found herself once again under the renewed attentions of her loving friend. The man got a better grip on her wrists and pulled her further along. Karen’s nipples were now being dragged along the interior of the tube, and the friction was irritating but exhilarating.

Conti re-established contact and began an even more rigorous exploration of Karen’s vagina. Her boldness took Karen by surprise and froze her, wide-eyed and mouth agape.

She looked ahead and found the man crouched before her with his feet braced against the edge of the tube. A revealing bulge lay under the leg of his pants and pointed down his thigh directly at her. She gazed at it and marveled at its audacity. She licked her lips unconsciously. He was anticipating her arrival… and she hated to keep him waiting. Soon her emotions were raging with pent-up lust and she doubled her efforts to assist him. With his next tug, she shook her legs free of Conti’s grasp and slid along the tube and right up into the man’s lap.

The man sat back and pulled her extended arms high up over his head. Karen was suddenly face to face with her rescuer and felt her huge breasts fall over his lap. He felt himself being pushed backward from the momentum of her emergence from the tube, and he threw his arms around her and clutched her head to his chest. Their momentum exceeded his balance and, pivoting on his butt, he rolled backward and fell headfirst into the next passage of the playset, dragging Karen along with him.

He fell down into a thick netting of ropes that was attached at the level from which they’d fallen and slung down beneath the apparatus. Karen fell forward with him, but slid down his chest and out of his arms. Her knees were still resting on the platform above and she was suspended there, clutching to her would-be rescuer’s waist and trying to keep them both from tumbling further into the netting.

The full warm flesh of her breasts was flattened over his crotch and thighs. Beneath her, she felt the unmistakable stirring of his penis as it inched its way down his leg. The subtle provocation was maddening to them both. But the tenuous grip they held on the platform kept either from moving too hastily to relieve the pressure.

The yarn from Karen’s dress continued to run off, and dragged along the side of the rescuer’s face. Chuckie had obviously not been stopped. In fact, Chuckie and several other kids were outside the play set tugging on the string and pulling as much of it as they could out through the tubes. By this point there was little left but the collar of her dress, but Karen couldn’t be concerned about that now.

Her big ass cheeks and moist cleft was suspended in the open air and soon found several admirers. Straining as she was to hold her precarious position, she was unable to prevent them from taking liberties. For that matter, she was none too interested in stopping them at this point. Her tensed thighs quivered under the gentle caresses of rough hands that stroked along the backs of her legs and helped themselves to an exploration of her conveniently spread crevice. She gasped with the intrusion, but thrilled at their over-anxious caresses.

Karen’s agitation slowly loosened her grip on the rescuer’s waist and he began to slide out from under her. This soon allowed one of her breasts to work its way off of his lap and into the netting.

Lisa had been scrambling to follow the action and saw her opportunity to play a part. She worked her way under the apparatus and lay immediately beneath the netting. She saw huge amounts of breast flesh bulging out through the four-inch gaps before her. She poked her finger up into it and received a surprised moan of appreciation from overhead.

Pulling her pocketknife from her jeans, Lisa decided to take steps to relieve the pressure of the swelling mass and release the tit for her own benefit. She carefully cut through a few of the ropes; her efforts becoming more hurried as Karen’s excitement grew in louder sighs and moans of passion. With the last cut, Karen’s full left breast poured down through the hole, pushing aside the knotted rope. Lisa got a faceful of tit and hefted the giant soft mass as best she could until her mouth was aligned with the turgid extended nipple. She swirled her tongue around the aureole and watched it pucker up and become rigid. She planted little kisses on the head of the nipple, teasing Karen with her delicacy.

Another hand then took hold of Karen’s other nipple. She opened her eyes to see a young man in his twenties reaching up through the netting. He was able to get a good grasp on the nipple and pull it down towards him. He wasn’t too rough, but tugged adequately to make Karen moan. Lacking a knife with which to open the roping, the young man lay flat beneath her and reached up through with his other arm, hoping to take possession of the entire breast if he could. He was able to grasp it and begin to pull it down towards his waiting mouth. He latched onto it and sucked on the nipple for all he was worth.

The pressure was too delicious to Karen. Lisa was slowly and teasingly attending to one breast, while the other was being groped and sucked on heartily by the young man below her. A number of men were working her over from above with what felt like a hundred hands. A couple of them had wrapped their strong arms around her thighs to keep her poised at their level and several others were becoming more active and vigorous now. She squirmed and shook while their fingers drove into her again and again, pounding down between her labia. And then they would go soft and delicate, rubbing over her big clitoris and nudging it gently from side to side. For a few moments, an unknown number of tongues lapped all over her backside, down the backs of her thighs and across the breadth of her shaking buttocks. All of the conflicting sensations were driving her crazy.

Her mouth hung open, pressed into the lap of her original rescuer. She found herself chewing on the bulge beneath his pant material in her passion. She felt it grow steadily thicker and hotter and more rigid. This man, her original rescuer, decided to toss aside all restraint. He wrapped his legs over her back, released his grip on the netting and opened his pants. Freed from its torturous confinement, his manhood sprung directly up into Karen’s face. He watched in awe as she fixed her eyes upon it and opened her full, moistened lips to accommodate it. Never taking her eyes off of the prodigious member quivering before her, she raised her head, closed her lips around its wide head and swallowed it to the base in one slow movement. The rescuer threw his head back and swooned in delight.

The young college student now had his face mashed firmly into Conti’s pussy and was munching away at her with vigor. Having forfeited the original object of her desire to the men above, Conti found that she was being comforted in admirable style. She loved a good licking, but most men were just too timid about it. This boy was simply devouring her and she felt like she was almost ready to blow.

Lisa was still attached to one of Karen’s teats. But she had undone her own jeans with one hand and worked them down to her knees. She pulled down her sopping wet undies and set about to comfort her own twitching puss. As she began to run her fingers over herself, she felt another pair of hands on her upturned thighs. Based on past experience, she immediately feared the worst — being man-handled. But she suddenly realized that these were delicate and smooth hands. And they had longer, well-manicured nails that were dragging gently over the taut skin of her butt cheeks. She moaned with surprise.

Her anonymous paramour slid between Lisa’s legs. Laying her head on downy fluff of her pubic mound, she pushed her face into Lisa’s crotch and began to show a remarkable talent for cunnilingus that the erstwhile Lisa was quick to appreciate.

The college student paid oral homage to his beloved exotic-dancing dream, the luscious Conti, munching vigorously at her twat while she shivered under his onslaught and slapped at the walls of the enclosing tube.

Above her, a group of men digitally manipulated her beloved sexual companion, the mountainous Karen, flicking and twisting their fingers over, around, and through her clutching pussy while Karen’s love juices flowed down the backs of her thighs. A few of them were poised with stiffened, agitated cocks and jockeyed for position and the chance to drive them home.

The mountainous Karen, while sinking her mouth repeatedly over the steel-headed cock of her friend, was also being fed upon by two hungry mouths sucking urgently at her long, fat nipples. Their insistent tugging sent delicious waves of sensation rippling through the masses of both of her tits.

The ravishing Lisa, enraptured by the anonymous woman devoting herself to Lisa’s privates, quickly lost control of herself. She melted under the mouth of her newfound friend and began to quiver with the sensations she provoked.

And from outside the play set, a dozen or so concerned parents and "Jamboree" staff watched as the unit began to shake and hum with the activity taking place inside. The moans and squeals emanating from within convinced them that something bizarre had taken up residence within the multi-colored maze of tubing. As the mall security team began to lead people out of the play facility to safety — and a long, bellowing howl issued from Karen’s lips as she was pierced from behind — one husband wondered what had sent his young girls screaming from the play set, what had become of his wife, and why those kids were pulling that red yarn all over the place.

So… the questions linger: what the heck do big girls like Karen do with themselves (and their accumulating friends) and will she eventually be able to lead a normal life? What are the repercussions of participating in a public orgy — with a couple of friends and twenty or so strangers? And what happens when mysterious, body-sculpting drugs fall into the hands of horney, mischievous women?

Tune in next time for some of the answers.

Coming soon — next time, no kidding — things start blooming again! Yeah, baby! And in a big way!

(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."

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