The Perils x

by Uncle Stav

When we last left Karen, our over-enlarged heroine and her friends were enjoying a day at the amusement park – one was enjoying some unexpected fun (and some unfortunate tragedy) with the Great Dane, the other two enjoying some unexpected fun with newly developed bodies, with each other, and with some newly discovered friends.

Karen was pushed under the covered walkway by Skeets, the roller coaster operator, in hopes of avoiding a scene. It was bad enough that she was screaming bloody murder, but on top of that she was a naked walking wet dream. If someone decided to check out the commotion, he couldn’t imagine which would be more difficult to explain; the dead man with the enormous, sustained erection or the super-titted naked bimbo screaming her head off.

He pushed her out of sight and ran back to close the door to the repair shell on the ride. The girl was positively covered with what he assumed was the Dane’s cum, though he'd never seen it in such abundance. And now it was sticking to him like thick glue. He shook his hands in disgust trying to get it off.

He got the door closed again and waved up to the booth to signal that the ride was ready to move again. He sincerely hoped they hadn't been watching too closely as he "adjusted the fittings" on the repair car like he'd told them he would be. The ride lurched off again to return its passengers to the landing after the brief delay. Skeets turned back toward Karen, asking, “Lady, what the hell happened in there?!”

But all he saw was her brown hair waving behind her and her giant rolling ass cheeks rounding the corner of the walkway as she sprinted away powerfully.

Skeets was stuck somewhere between wondering what the hell had happened on the ride and trying to take in the immensity of the spectacular babe who had briefly stood before him. He knew that there was a deceased man who would soon be making another circle of the track strapped into a covered car while dozens of innocent riders screamed and laughed nearby. But the only thing on his mind was "who was that fuckin' super-babe?”

Karen was making good time in her escape, having the dual advantages of outright panic and a sloping ramp to impel her away from the ride, the ride operator, the dead man, his outrageous dick, and the unfathomable scene of debauchery of which she'd recently been a part. She still tingled with the thrill of her prolonged and rapturous orgasm. Her insides ached from the intrusion they'd suffered from the giant, battering schlong. And she could feel the thick gobs of the Dane's sperm that covered her entire front side cooling on her skin as she ran.

Reaching the end of the covered walkway, she pushed blithely through the door she found there. It was of simple construction and tore loose as she lay her momentous bulk against it. Large splinters of wood, as well as the hasp and padlock that had held the door closed, were rocketed out into the pathway and skittered across the asphalt.

A youth group from a local church had formed a semi-circle on the benches outside the ride and were at that moment engaged in a group devotional and shared snowcones. Karen suddenly appeared before them in a shower of explosive fragments and landed in a powerful stance reminiscent of the most dramatic comic book super hero imagery. She was breathing wildly and her chest, with its enormous round appendages, rose and fell dramatically. Her tits mesmerized the group. They seemed to be suspended right in their faces, though she stood fully ten feet from them. The orbs fully concealed her entire torso from their view. After assessing her options, she turned suddenly to her right and bounded away. They were left with the image of her equally breathtaking ass cheeks rolling up and down as she disappeared down the path and into the trees.

The entire incident lasted no more than five seconds. Not one of them moved or spoke for several moments afterward. It would stay with them all for their lifetimes.

Lisa shoved aside the fence gate behind which she had recently been enjoying the ravishment of three pretty young park employees with conveniently lesbian leanings. She ran out into the treed picnic grounds toward the sound of the scream she'd just heard. Conti appeared suddenly to her right, gamely stumbling away from her own erotic gang encounter with a now-ruined group of college athletes.

"Where the fuck have you been?" howled Conti. Thumbing back over her shoulder she continued, "I've been getting my ass fucked off…"

"Yeah, yeah, me too," Lisa interrupted. "Where did that scream come from?"

Conti replied, "Up there, I think. It was Karen wasn't it?"

The two bulbous women looked at each other with concern. Their gazes dropped to the gigantic breasts that stood out from their chests, each admiring for a moment their partner's prodigious new endowments. It had only been a few hours since they'd grown into their current exaggerated forms and they were still unaccustomed to themselves and to each other. They each shone with the shimmering sweat of their recent exertions and the afterglow of excessive and satisfying sexual activity.

Reaching out with her delicate hand, Conti gently stroked the surface of Lisa's tit, pushing away some grass and wiping away a trickle of perspiration.

"Oooh, girl -- you really have got it going on, don't you?" she muttered appreciatively as she fingers circled the swell of Lisa's breast.

"Uumph, shit! Stop it! We've got to find Karen, you stupid whore!" Lisa grumbled and headed off in the direction of the scream at full stride.

Conti followed her, saying only, "Well, it's good to know that some things haven't changed."

Karen traversed down a wooded path and hoped it would lead her to an escape or at least to someplace where she could hide. At the end of the slope, she exited onto a grassy field with fewer trees and some scattered picnic tables. At first there didn't seem to be anyone around, but then she caught sight of something that stopped her dead in her tracks.

There were two other naked women running toward her. They stopped too when they saw her. Karen thought to herself that these were two really naked women, and they were really stacked. Their tits were enormous and they were flopping all over… It was then that it occurred to her that she knew who these women were.

They continued walking toward each other; Karen assessing the very different and unbelievably voluptuous bodies her friends had somehow come by recently. Her friends were simply glad at the sight of her and happy to know that she was all right. But as they drew closer, they noticed that she was covered with some kind of white-ish muck.

Finally they stood together, speechless, in the dwindling twilight of early evening. All of the concerns of the world were erased from their minds as they stood staring at one another. From the look on Karen's face, her friends knew that they would have some explaining to do. They were suddenly embarrassed in her presence. They had left her in perfect order that very morning, and now look what had become of them.

Lisa absent-mindedly brought her hand up and extended it out over the end of one of her breasts to cover her nipple. Her modest reaction seemed silly even to her. Her hand only barely concealed the engorged aureole and her nipple filled her palm like a rubbery finger.

Conti was lost in fascination. She instantly recognized the pearly goo covering Karen as thick stripes of ejaculate. She'd seen it before, a lot, and she could smell it in the air. She noticed a thick strand of it clinging to Karen's own rigid nipple and she couldn't help herself. Leaning forward, she stuck out her tongue and swiped it over the side of the nipple, lifting away a great gob of cum which she instantly drew into her mouth and swallowed.

Karen gasped at the gentle touch of Conti's tongue, finding herself surprisingly aroused.

Conti looked into her eyes and asked, "Is this the Dane's?"

"Uh-huh," Karen nodded.

"Wow, he's good," Conti replied. She delicately scooped up another gob with her finger and brought it to her lips.

"Eeewwww," was all that Lisa could say.

Catching up with the situation momentarily, Karen replied, "Well, maybe not anymore."

"Whaddya mean?" asked Conti.

"Nothing. I'll tell you later. Anyway, so what happened to you two? Dare I ask?"

"Well," Lisa began, "it seems that Miss Conti and I decided to have a little fun with each other. Sadly, we both chose the same childish, stupid way to do it. And this is kind of what happened." She held out her arm to emphasize the changes they'd wrought in each other's physiques.

"You look like a giant streusel," Conti said, observing the white glazing that clung to Karen from her hair to her toes. "I could just eat you up."

Karen watched as Conti lovingly wiped away more of the Dane's spooge, each time bringing her finger to her mouth and sucking on it provocatively while staring up at her with coy, baby doll eyes. Karen was getting so turned on that it surprised her. Lisa and Conti were now every bit as stacked as she was and she was hypnotized by the gentle bobbing of their enormous breasts as they moved. Besides, Conti's loving attention to her, while on one level somewhat odd and maybe even repellant, was juicing her up big time. Her Latin lover was making ever more explorative passes over her body with her finger, and she just wanted to…

Just then, Conti leaned in and wiped a streak of cum from Karen's cheek. As she did so, her inflated bosom came in contact with Karen's for the first time, bumping into the lower slope under her nipple. Karen moaned softly at the contact. It was the sweetest, softest, fullest sensation of another person's flesh against her own that she'd ever had. She reached out for Conti and pulled her close. They gazed into each other's eyes, reveling in the sensation of their joyous abundant bodies coming together. In the blink of an eye, their lips were mashed together in a passionate kiss.

Lisa felt an ache of jealousy like she'd never experienced before. She watched as Karen's and Conti's huge tits pushed past one another, squishing and sliding with the lubricant of the Dane's cum. It was somehow the sexiest thing she'd ever seen and she was being left out of it. Her own pussy actually began to itch and her nipples began to extend outward, becoming rigid and tense at the sight before her.

Like a jealous child, she stepped forward and gently touched Karen's shoulder. She passed her hand down over her shoulder blade, picking up a handful of glazing as she went. She continued down around Karen's ribcage and saw her flinch with the tickling touch of her hand. Her hand came to the fat, round breast being squeezed out from under her arm and pressed into it gently, assessing the firm tissue beneath the skin.

Lisa stepped closer and pressed her own breasts against her friends'. She loved the warmth of the great assemblage of tit and took pride in the appreciative groans that emanated from the throats of her partners while they kissed. She extended her arms around their backs and hugged them both to her for a moment of snugness and warmth.

Though her friends never broke their kiss, Lisa was intent on getting into the mix. She passed her hands lovingly down the delicate grooves of both their spines and soon came to the abundant piles of ass below. She gave them each a firm groping, wandering over the taut globes of their ass cheeks while they quivered and squirmed. She determined that Conti did indeed have an even greater swell of ass than Karen, if that were at all possible. Both filled her arms very adequately. But she had further intentions of gaining a role in this sexual drama.

As she slipped her hand between the deep clefts of their asses, Karen and Conti clutched together and escalated their vocal appreciation for her work. Though their lips never parted, they moaned ever more loudly and pressed themselves together with greater urgency. As she continued to reach deeper between their legs, she found them doing their best to part their thighs to ease her passage. She found their nether lips very damp and hot. They seemed happy to greet her and her fingers were quickly wetted with their juices.

In a rapid and inspired move, Lisa deftly squeezed three fingers into each of her friend's quims and quickly punctuated the gesture by popping her thumbs into their assholes. Both women rose as if on cue, finally parting their lips, and uttered impassioned squeals of climax to the air above. The sheer tremor of their voices, coupled with the gush of love juices over her trembling hands, sent her into her own shivering orgasm. Karen and Conti clutched at each other again and squealed through their convulsions. Lisa clenched her thighs together and found that her gigantic clitoris was trapped and pressurized there. She silently trembled with the exquisite sensation while white spots flashed across her vision.

The girls' reverie was broken by the sounds of distant voices. From above them on the hill behind Karen, they heard a woman's voice say, "I'm sure she came this way… it's not like you could miss her. Hey! Look! There's her big ass now!"

From behind Lisa and off to the left, they heard one of her park employee friends, "But, crap! Why would she run off like… Hey! Look! There's that big sweet ass of hers now! And she's with her friend, er, wait there's another too!"

And from directly behind Conti, they heard one of the college boys, "God damn! That bitch twisted me all up in knots! If I ever find her again… Hey! Look! There's that big ol' piece of ass now! And… Holy shit! She's got a friend, no, two friends with her!

Karen, Conti, and Lisa looked at each other through half-lidded eyes, trying to determine whether there was cause to shake themselves free of their blissful delirium. They could hear the sounds of footsteps coming closer. Lisa, having been trained for crisis situations, responded before the others by removing her digits from their various holes. The shock of the cool air hitting their overworked privates seemed to bring them around.

The girls spun outward to face the encroachers. Everyone in all directions froze on sight of the beautiful, bulbous women. Their pendulous breasts swung wildly as they turned and slowly came to rest again. Their almost ridiculously sexy physiques, and the fact that they were three ridiculously sexy women and not just one, gave everyone pause. Lisa sensed that there was one gap in the surrounding ring of people and pushed her compatriots towards it.

"Run, girls. Run now!" she urged them.

And off they went. They quickly traversed the open grassy area, furthering their advantage with the distraction of all the flesh that swayed and leapt and jiggled all around them. Their pursuers could not possibly match the speed of their powerful, exaggerated thighs; nor could they keep their minds on the task at hand with so much bizarre beauty to watch.

The girls reached the edge of the clearing and, with Lisa leading the way, jumped into the darkened surrounding brush and down into a small gully. Together, they landed roughly in a large, smooth yellow chute. The angle of its descent and a rush of water that sped through it prevented them from gaining their feet and sent them tumbling down its course. They were on the "Canyon Run," a water ride that normally accommodated large, multi-user inner tubes. Today it accommodated three large women rather nicely.

Lisa clung to Conti as best she could. It wasn't for several moments that she realized she clung to Conti by a handful of one of her puffed-up nipples. If it had been a bicycle ball horn, it would have given a loud, alarming "honk" in response. Conti clung to one of Karen's legs, which she had firmly trapped between the bulk of her breasts. Karen was lying on her front and was being pulled backwards down the chute. Her giant tits lay before her, the last piece of anatomy bumping along behind the group.

Together, they twisted and snaked along the chute, not knowing where it led or what they would find at the bottom. Suddenly, they were rocketed out into open air and bright lights to a chorus of loudly appreciative hoots and cheers. They tumbled through the air for several seconds; six breasts as big as medicine balls floating aimlessly in all directions, before crashing into the water in awkward, twisted configurations. Water splashed up and out of the pool in a rush that soaked the group of young people waiting in line for the ride.

The girls emerged one by one, gasping for breath. The shimmering water sirens rose into the crisp night air, pushing their soaking wet hair back from their faces. As the Dane's voluminous semen was washed from Karen's body, a murky cloud formed in the water around her. The girls' huge, round, naked appendages glistened and shone in the lights for the crowd's appreciation. Their massive orbs hung just above the water's surface, with the exception of Lisa. Being somewhat shorter and cursed with perhaps the largest pair, her breasts never fully emerged from the water but hovered on the surface like flesh-colored beachballs. Thankfully an eight-foot chain link fence separated the girls and the crowd. Their reaction ranged from "Whoa!" to "Holy Fuck!" but the general consensus was revealed by their movement to climb the fence en masse.

The girls spun and waded to the far side of the pool and clambered out as quickly as they could. The scene at the fence was nearly tragic. People in front were being trampled by those behind them who were climbing over their backs to reach the top of the fence. Terrified faces were pressed into the chain links.

Karen looked back.

"Don't honey, keep moving!" urged Lisa.

"But they're hurting one another!" Karen exclaimed. She couldn't help herself. She ran around the walkway at the edge of the pool pleading with the crowd, her breasts bobbing before her and her ass jiggling behind.

As urgently as she pleaded with them to back away from the fence, the vision of Karen approaching them only excited the crowd to press ahead more urgently. With her arms out, she cried out for them to back away. The tortured faces of those being pressed into the fencing tugged at her compassionate heart. Suddenly however, someone reached over the top of the fence and took hold of her wrist. As she attempted to free herself, another person caught her other hand.

She was quickly pulled towards the outstretched hands of the crowd and the faces trapped against the fence. A set of fingers trapped the distended nipple of her right breast and gave it a tug. She was grabbed by her ankles, knees, and elbows and drawn up against the fence. Her breasts were mashed out across the fencing and various fingers took pinching holds of breast flesh at the diamond shaped hole nearest them. The nipple of her left breast poked through and was taken firm captive in a mouth on the other side. Her entire body instantly came into the possession of a myriad of hands and fingers and mouths.

The rude shock of the group attack quickly turned to unmitigated appreciation for the odd molestation to which she was being treated. Her ample flesh was being plucked and kneaded, tickled and sucked on by more people at one time than she could ever have imagined. It brought to mind the elevator session she'd experienced a while back, but this involved far more individuals. Her arousal was ensured when a tricky finger reached through a gap in the crowd and began to flick her growing clitoris back and forth. They pulled her face into the fence and another assailant began to probe her mouth with his (or her) tongue.

Lisa and Conti arrived at Karen's backside just as they noticed the fence beginning to lean in towards them. Lisa could see what was about to happen and fought with the crowd to chop away their probing fingers. Conti joined in, but was unwary enough to allow someone to catch hold of her own bloated nipple. The pinching thrill of it betrayed her as the sensations rolled through her quavering breast flesh. But as the fence leaned in towards her under the weight of untold bodies, she came to her senses long enough to fight off the attacker and resume the task of freeing Karen.

Lisa and Conti were able to pull the somewhat reluctant, erotically-challenged Karen away from the fence just as it collapsed to the ground.

In the confusion, Lisa repeated her earlier urging, screaming "Run, girls. Run now!" She emphasized it with a resounding smack of her hand on Karen's ass. Karen squealed and jumped forward into a run with no further provocation.

As the girls exited the pool area through a service gate behind the slide, a huge inner tube full of squealing riders flew off the end of the chute and into the pool. It shoved aside the first wave of those attempting to pursue our three heroines and successfully delayed the others by soaking them in a crashing wave of water. The girls got away from the melee essentially unscathed. But, as she ran, Karen could still feel the pinch of dozens of amorous fingers. It made her feel strangely excited and happy to know that so many of them had wanted to show their appreciation. She'd never been paid so much attention in her previously lonely life.

They raced up a sloping pathway keeping a wary eye out for pursuers. At this point, they knew that someone could come from almost any direction. At the end of the path, they emerged onto an open field. In the rapidly fading twilight, they could just make out a couple of darkened buildings on the other side that might offer them shelter until they could figure out what to do next.

The grassy field felt to their bare feet as though it had been regularly maintained and mowed. But about 30 yards out, Karen stepped on something hard and round and she collapsed in an awkward heap. The other girls turned and could just make out the white moon of her buttocks rolling over on the ground. Karen clutched her foot in pain but assured them that it was just a rock or something and that she was fine.

With a distant "ka-chungk," they were suddenly bathed in light from the heavens. The field all around them suddenly came into view under brilliant flood lighting from atop giant light poles. Little white balls were scattered all around them in the grass. In the distance they could see a row of 30 or 40 lighted booths with a single person standing in each. Together, they recognized that they had somehow stumbled into the driving range for the park's golf course and that the lights had just been thrown on for the night's practice sessions. And they were standing next to the 150-yard marker. There seemed to be a lot of commotion in the booths, with some vocal appreciation expressed for the lovely large naked ladies who had just come into view.

A single white ball arced toward them, standing out from the night sky. It fell with a plunk about 15 feet from where they stood and a cheer went up from the practice golfers.

Karen wondered aloud, "Oh, crap! Don't they see us?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they do, honey," replied Lisa. "But I kinda think that's not gonna work in our favor."

A series of whisking sounds began to emanate from the booths and a dozen white balls spread out over the range, rocketing in the direction of the girls. They watched them reflected against the darkness. In short order, the balls began to drop heavily all around them and the girls shrieked and threw their hands up over their heads.

One of the last balls to drop found Karen where she lay in the grass, plunking her soundly on her right butt cheek. She squealed at the sharp smack, but the enormous padding in her ass kept the sting to a minimum. As she reached back to rub the point of impact, another cheer rose from the golfers. And the sound of another volley of balls being struck rang out over the range.

Yet again Lisa implored her companions to run.

They ran carefully, dodging the balls in the grass. Golf balls began to rain down around them again in greater numbers. It looked like a hailstorm. This volley resulted in another casualty -- the lovely Lisa caught a sharp blow to the right side of her breast and another skidding shot bounced up from the grass and caught her in her right flank. Karen ran to her side to offer her help.

Conti was laughing out loud. The sight of Lisa's tit wobbling with the impact of the clandestine little sphere struck her as pretty humorous. She was also enjoying the sport of being the target of all the golfers' shots and not having been hit even once. She slowed to a halt and turned to face the gallery.

She taunted them by hefting her tits toward them like giant balloons and bobbling them up and down as best she could. The sheer mass of them was beyond the capacity of her hands to control in their newly bloated state. Then she turned and bent over, showing them her perfectly shaped backside, which swelled out behind her like a pair of fleshy pillows. In this pose, she waited and yelled out for them to "take your best shot, assholes!"

In no time at all, balls began to shower down around her. Karen and Lisa looked back and watched her hold her ground. They were shocked when none of the balls actually hit her.

Conti stood up again and held her arms out, taunting the golfers to try again.

"I'm still here!" she yelled up at them. "Not one o' you sorry asses could hit me? You guys must really suck!"

Lisa cried out, "Conti, don't be stupid! If you get hit in the head I'm not dragging your big ass all over the place!"

As Conti resumed her position and once again showed the golfers her vast rump, Karen implored her, "Conti, honey, don't!"

But the next volley was already on its way. And Conti stood her ground. She laughed so heartily as the balls began to drop in the grass next to her that her great tits bounced and swung beneath her.

And then she got one. And she got it right where it counted. The little Titleist fell from the sky on its fateful mission and lined itself up with the crack of Conti's continental shelf. When it struck, it hit her full on her nether lips, right at the bottom of her pussy gash. The impact and the shock of the very specific blow sent Conti straight over onto her tits. The loudest cheer of all rose from the golfers while Karen and Lisa ran to her aid.

When they reached her, Conti was very still. But a long low moan was escaping her lips. Her ass was still pointed up in the air and her face was in the grass.

"Are you alright?" asked Karen worriedly.

"Did that get you where I think it got you?" asked Lisa.

"Oh yeah… right where you think," replied Conti somewhat coolly.

"Are you alright?" repeated Karen.

"Oh, I'm… better than… alright… sweetie, I'm… electrified."

Lisa and Karen looked at each other worriedly. Conti seemed stunned by the blow and they could sense another shower of golf balls heading their way. They spread themselves over her as closely as the bulk of their breast flesh would allow and waited out the shower. This time only a few balls rolled to their feet while the others fell away from the mark.

Lisa cried, "OK, get up you cow! This is our chance. We gotta get outta here!"

"Can't… yet."

"Why not?"

"I'm… still, um, sort of… in… shock."

"Well, shake it off, will ya? We're gonna get peppered again real soon."

"Go on… without me."

Karen interjected, "Conti, we won't do that! Come on now, for your own good, we have to get up and go!"

Conti turned her head up towards Karen's sweet face. Her lip trembled, but she smiled as she spoke, "Honey, what… I got… goin' here is pretty… good… for my own good."

"What do you mean?"

"Sweetie, I'm cummin' like a nun on an electric tickler."

"WHAT?!" both Karen and Lisa screamed at once.

"I've got the world's sweetest… orgasm rippin' through… me right now. It's like heaven. There are clouds, and music…"

Lisa looked around Conti's rear and noticed that the golf ball was still wedged between the lips of her pussy. In her cataclysmic excitement, her joy juices were flowing freely around the ball, down her thighs and into the grass below her.

"Now that's what I call driving with precision!" observed Lisa.

"A real… hole in one," replied Conti with the most obvious reply ever.

Karen pleaded, "Oh, come on you two! Enough! We have to…"

"Incoming!" screamed Lisa.

They huddled together again, but Karen caught another shot to her right hip. She could feel her ass jiggle a good bit, but she failed to experience much in the way of Conti's orgasm. To her, it just "stung like the dickens." She took Conti by the arm and took charge.

"That's it! Get up! We're getting out of here! Now!"

Karen got Conti to wobble to her feet and, with Lisa's help, they were able to reach the trees on the other side of the driving range without suffering any more hits. Once they were under the protection of the tree canopy, Conti collapsed again, near fainting. She lay on her back, wincing, with her legs spread, trembling gently with what they could only assume was her continuing climax.

"Try and get that thing out of the silly slut, will ya?" Lisa asked.

Karen approached the bubbling, frothing maw of Conti's cunt with apprehension. The black mat of pubic hair glistened with dampness. Her thick, tan thighs shook. Little bubbles of her juices still flowed out around the half-buried ball and dripped into the crack of her ass. Karen extended her index finger and gingerly inserted it under the ball. Conti's labia literally squished as her finger plied its way between them and Conti cooed out loud. Karen hooked her finger behind the ball and pulled it gently out. The suction her pussy had created made a loud "schloop" sound and Conti sighed a moan of relief and disappointment.

"I'll be right back!" said Lisa as she headed off toward the darkened buildings they'd seen earlier.

Karen worried about her going off by herself, but she could tell that Lisa had confidence in herself under stressful conditions. Still, she watched her engorged buttocks disappear through the brush and felt an enormous rush of empathy and concern. She looked down to see her own heavy breasts spread out over Conti's stomach. They rose and fell softly with Conti's breathing as she rested from her assault.

Gazing down upon her luscious friend, Karen found herself quite distracted with the immensity of her charms. Seeing breasts as voluminous as her own, on another's body, was enthralling. But she felt somewhat sorry for her at the same time. She knew that she herself had experienced nothing but confusion and sexual depravity since she'd been morphed into a giant sextoy. And she hated to see others falling into the same trap. Her heart went out to the dreamy Conti and she absent-mindedly reached out to stroke the taut, round surface of her boob.

Lisa returned just then and said, "C'mon! We're not quite out of this yet! I think we can hide out up in that barn building until things cool down."

As Karen helped her to her feet, Conti said, "Wheeww!! Hang onto that ball, OK? I think that's a keeper!"

When they arrived at the low barn structure, they could hardly see in the darkness. They were able to open the large door a bit and bump their way inside, each of them carefully maneuvering their flopping tits past the edge of the door in turn. They were immediately met with the smells of a barnyard and they realized that the building must have been connected with the petting zoo.

Feeling their way through the dark, they took up watch at the low windows around the room to keep an eye out for any of their numbers of pursuers. Lisa sidled up to Karen and urged her to lay down and get a little rest. While assuring her that she would be vigilant, she felt her hand slide down over the bulging contours of Karen's hip and up around the back of her firm buttock. It was an almost unconscious move on her part, and she pulled back sheepishly.

Karen found a soft place to curl up. But she urged Lisa to keep an eye on her as well – she'd had an awkward experience in a barn once before and she wasn't particularly interested in repeating it. Visions of piglets and kittens and other such creatures flashed briefly through her mind before she drifted off to sleep.

"And watch out for the mother pig…" she mumbled drowsily. (Faithful readers will remember Karen's run-in with the jealous porcine battering ram from Chapter V.)

Lisa began to explore the space around them in the dark while staying close to Karen. Conti slipped off through an accessway towards the far end of the building, wondering aloud what all was kept in the place. She could be heard trying to open doors, presumably to closets and smaller storage rooms, as she went. She also experimented with every light switch and knob when she found them, but the building appeared to be void of power and nothing happened as she threw the switches back and forth.

Stepping momentarily on something rigid, Lisa bent down to find out what it was. She harrumphed a bit to herself when she realized that she wouldn't have been able to see the floor beneath her even if there was any light to see by. Her breasts sat on her thighs and she bumped her chin on the tops of them as she bent at the knees and reached to the floor. Feeling around, she found a cup of some kind lying there. It was elongated and thin and seemed to have a cord or a hose attached to its base. She stood and examined it by touch in the pitch-blackness and noticed its smooth, cold metallic shape. Feeling something else dangling from the hose, she raised it up until she found another hose joined to the first. It too had a cup attached to the end of it.

She held both of the cold metal pieces in her hands, beneath the shelf of her projecting bosoms. Inadvertently, they came into contact with the smooth undersides and the sensitive, taut skin reacted with a rush of goosebumps. She gasped and tensed a bit at the cool touch of metal, but was not unhappy with the sensation. She began to drag the cool cups across the vast surfaces of her bobbing breasts, leading them eventually to the already stiffened nipples at their furthest swell. With her arms fully extended, she was just able to hold them there against the sides of her points for a moment before rolling them around and turning the cups in her hands to cap the nipples. Her two-inch long nipples fit neatly into the open mouths of the metal cups. She noticed a soft rubbery lining inside and she cooed and began to push the cups into her spongy breast flesh while twisting the cups around her encapsulated nipples. Silently cursing herself for being so distracted by the pleasures of her newly abundant boobs, she nonetheless delighted in the soft tug of the rubber as it dragged against her delicate tips.

In the distance, she heard the chunck! of a switch being thrown as Conti explored in the darkness. The distinct whir of a motor coming to life was soon audible. It seems Conti had finally been successful at making something turn on, but there was still no light in the building. There was however a very sudden tug at the ends of Lisa's tits as suction from within the cups slurped her nipples in as well as much of the surrounding breast flesh as could be pulled into the narrow vessels.

She suddenly realized that the suction had created an instant seal on her tits and she was unable to remove the metal cups. The pressure was enormous and consistent and created a steady tug on her breast flesh.

Thinking that she could get that stupid Conti to simply shut down the machine, she tried to call out to her, but soon realized that Conti was on the other side of the motor and the noise of it would block out her voice. Besides, she hesitated to awaken the pleasantly snoozing Karen. She tried to pry the cups loose with her fingertips, but the suction was too great and they held her in a snug vice. It was then that the suction within the cups changed in a dramatic fashion.

Lisa could feel the rubber linings inside the cups collapse inward against her nipples and squeeze around them. It was a strange sensation to be sure. Her nipples were squeezed and pulled forward inside the cups to their limit. She gasped at the stretching of her tender nips and then uttered a sigh of relief as they were released again without a noticeable change in the pressurized seal. Then the linings squeezed in once more and her nipples were tugged forward with exquisite pressure. Soon, her nipples were being repeatedly squeezed and released in a slow rhythm and she began to feel like she was being…

"Oh, shit!" she cried out suddenly. "I'm getting' milked!"

With the unfortunate realization that she had been accidentally attached to a mindless apparatus seeking to draw the milk of life from her – milk that she was only fairly sure at this point that she didn't possess – she began to struggle with greater urgency against her capture.

Conti leaned into the window ledge bent over at the waist and gazed out into the moonlit landscape. The motor she'd been able to activate didn't seem to have affected anything, but the whirring, sputtering sound of it was somehow comforting. At least it broke the darkened silence. She gently rocked herself back and forth, enjoying the heavy sway of her meaty breasts as they tugged downward on the muscles of her chest. She set up a comforting rhythm and swayed silently in the darkness for several minutes, all the while keeping a watchful eye out for anyone who might be looking for her and her friends.

Then she felt a bit of rough tongue lap quickly between her legs and slide over her puffy labia. It felt so pleasant that she didn't even jump in response. She'd seen and experienced a lot in the last few days and it would take more than a sneaky tongue to surprise her. The tongue slid gently over her crack once more and she moved her feet a little further apart to provide better access to the interested party. She assumed it was Lisa, seeing as how Karen had been so quick to grab a nap. And Karen would hardly be bold enough to approach her like this.

"That delicious little lesbo," she thought to herself, "she hasn't been able to leave me alone. For a while there, I thought she was all in love with Karen…" Conti shook her behind a little and arched her back to push her pubis out a bit further. "But it seems I may have a little something she likes just as much… ooooh!"

Laying her head down on her folded arms on the windowsill, she decided to relax and enjoy a good old-fashioned pussy lapping. With the body she possessed and all the trouble she'd been through, she certainly thought she deserved a little tongue service. Didn't they all?

Her lustrous hair fell down over her arms and the friend to the rear set upon her with greater vigor. Conti waited anxiously for each stroke and reveled in the sensation as the tongue quickly lapped over her entire moistened gash in short, explorative strokes. She began to coo a little more loudly with each quick swipe of it. Soon the process slowed a bit and the tongue spent more time drawing longer licks that began to run the length of Conti's crack. She marveled at the long, wet drags that began at her buoyant clitoris and ended each time with the puckered eye of her anus.

"Mmmmmmm! That is some terrif… umph… terrific lickin', sweetheart," she murmured quietly to her friend. "Oooh, shit, baby! You're makin' me weak!"

True to her assertion, she began to feel her legs wobble beneath her. Her thighs quivered with the strain of holding her bum in the air, but she was willing to tough it out a while for the growing ecstasy she was experiencing. Soon, however, her lover began to play a new game and used the tongue to swipe upward between the lips of her cunt in a deep, penetrating arch. As the hypersensitive inner lining of her pussy came in contact with the rasping tongue, Conti stretched up on her toes for a moment in anxious and tremorous glee.

"Ohh, I can't stay up any more! But please, God, don't stop! This is absolutely fuckin' delicious!"

With that, she let go of the windowsill and fell to the floor face first. With her huge boobs spread out to either side and her head cradled on her arms, she pushed her butt up and out as far as possible with her legs splayed out in a tantalizing ‘V.’ The night air chilled the slickness of her crotch until the tongue was reapplied and flattened against the engorged lips of her tortured puss. It lay there a minute until the warmth came back and then slowly slid upward and back toward Conti's anus.

Lisa was beside herself with anxiety over her situation. She feared the mechanized trap to which she'd allowed her breasts to become attached would do her permanent harm. There was nothing she could think to do to escape it.

On the other hand, her fears were being assuaged by the delicious sensations that were coursing through her breasts. The relentless rhythm of tugging and release had possessed her completely and there was nothing she wanted more than for it to continue. She began to run her hands over the thick, banded musculature of her breasts and mash her palms into the enormous mounds of flesh as waves of tingling pleasure surged through them with each tug of the milker.

She shuffled around like a beast on a tether, tossing her head and swaying a bit in response to each mechanical draw on her bloated teats. She reached down and began to touch her crotch delicately. Taking a light grasp of her newly acquired thumb-sized clitoris, Lisa began to roll the thing ever so delicately between her thumb and index finger. When the next draw came from the milker, the sensation seemed to course through her entire body and dance right into her clitoral appendage. It jumped up a bit in response and she bit her lip to suppress her squeal of joy.

Conti was nearly sobbing with the delight of being licked out so thoroughly. As big a fan of cunnilingus as she was, she'd never had anyone pay her such loving attention – not even the college kid at the playset in the mall. And that kid was good (see Chapter VIII). It was almost as if her partner was seeking to swab out her entire cunt with nothing more than the tongue. Her face was pressed into the wooden floor and her black tresses were pooled around her head in great swirls. She bit into her knuckles and moaned urgently while her gigantic ass bobbed high in the air, twitching and quivering under the delicate onslaught.

At that moment, her situation changed. The licking suddenly stopped and she could feel the shuffling of her lover on the floor behind her. There was a sound like shoes scraping over the floorboards and then a pair of legs stepped over her outstretched calves. The feeling of a warm furry blanket fell over her massive rump. It felt marvelously comforting in the cool night air. She wondered where Lisa might have found the fur coat. But then, Lisa, or whatever she thought might have been Lisa, began to slap a hot, prodding penis up against her belly.

"Wha…?" she questioned momentarily. And with the rather sudden targeting of said penis between the juicy folds of her pussy lips, Conti could only utter a surprised "whoa—oooaaa—whooaah!"

Lisa was thrashing around so much in her manipulated delirium that she suddenly noticed something, or rather two somethings, tapping against her thighs. The two somethings clinked together with a metallic sound, confirming to her that there were indeed two more milking cups attached to the hose to which she herself had become attached. As the milking action continued to tug away at her breasts, and subsequently at her passions, Lisa reached down in the dark and found the two dangling metal cups.

She made her way back across the floor to where she remembered leaving Karen. Thankfully, she felt the hose move with her and she dragged herself over toward her compatriot and erstwhile lover. She trembled with the provocation of the milker as she felt around with her bare feet until she found Karen's warm naked breasts spread out in front of her on the floor. Lisa knelt and held a cup in one hand while following the contour of Karen's immense tit with the other.

When she found Karen's nipple, she positioned the cup appropriately and said, "Honey, I'm sorry, but this is just too good!" With a schlooping sound, the milking cup drew down over Karen's nipple and created an immediate pressurized seal. Quickly, her hands trembling with her own passions, Lisa located the last milking cup and Karen's other nipple. She had to wrestle it out from under her other breast. She positioned the two until the cup drew over the nipple with a power seemingly of its own.

And then Lisa experienced something new to her brief experience in her voluptuous new body. She felt the muscles of her chest begin to relax and with it she experienced her first "let-down" reflex. The massive tissues of her breasts surged forward heavily and a deep-throated moan escaped her lips. The surprise of it threw her forward over the still sleeping Karen.

Karen woke with a start and a subconscious fear (stemming from past events) that she was being accosted by some large farm animal. Instead, she heard Lisa cooing and moaning and felt the warmth of Lisa's very full breasts pressed against her. But she could tell that Lisa was not really interacting with her. She seemed distracted by something else.

"Um, Lisa, what's happening?" she inquired.

Interrupted in her delirium, Lisa lifted herself off of her friend and apologized. She rested her hands atop the piled breasts beneath her as Karen lay on her side in the hay.

"Oh! Um, sorry kid! I just got… a lit… little… um, distracted there."

"Well, yeah, I guess… hey! What's this?" Karen asked, noticing something at her breast.

"Oh, that! Oooh… just wait for it, honey… it's real… really somethin'!"

The suction increased a bit and Karen could feel a cautious tension as her nipples were slowly squeezed inside the metal cups.

"Oooooohhh. What was that?"

"I found it by… by accident. Wait! Here it comes… yeah!"

"Oooh!"

"You and me… we're a couple of… umph! couple o' cows getting’ milked!"

"Milked!?"

"Yeah, just enjoy it… honey… I… I can't even… think straight!"

Karen struggled to sit up and felt herself bumping into the hoses and metal cups that were attached to her and Lisa. In the dark, the two women felt for each other's hands and then clasped them tightly as the milker tugged at their four teats in a steady rhythm. Karen could hear Lisa's ragged breathing and passionate moans, which only helped escalate her own libido. In unison, they began to coo and squeal with each methodical tug. Lisa was quickly reaching her climax and she became even more urgent.

"Oooh, sweetheart! Kiss me! Kiss me, now! Kiss me NOW!" Lisa bellowed.

The two women crashed together in a tangle of arms and protruding milking cups. It was several seconds before they were able to arrange themselves so that they could even get close enough to kiss. Their breasts were mashed together and their nipples were slightly twisted to accommodate their closeness and all of the foreign attachments. Their open mouths came together with such urgency that their teeth clicked against one another before their tongues settled into a desperate wrestling match.

Conti was being slowly driven across the floor by the pneumatic drilling to which she was being treated by a large white llama from the petting zoo. She of course had no idea what type of creature was fucking her senseless. Though she tried to turn her head occasionally to catch a peek, she was not much concerned with the identification of her lover. But she was rather fascinated at the mind-blowing sexual capabilities of the beast.

After its initial penetration of her vagina with the red-hot poker of its penis, she felt the creature's member actually grow even lengthier inside her. It's a little known aspect of the llama's mating ritual that the male will penetrate the female until he makes contact with her cervix and can ascertain her readiness to continue. If favorable, the penis will actually extend itself a good bit further into her uterus. In this case, Miss Conti's body signaled that she was indeed "ready" for it and when she felt the member snaking its way into her uterus, she nearly passed out from the depth of its invasion.

The furry creature was arched over Conti's prodigious buttocks humping for all he was worth. Poor Conti could feel herself being pushed slowly across the floor with the force of his thrusts while her insides were being turned to pudding. The uterine fucking was a new trick for a rather "old dog" sexually. She thought she'd seen it all before but she knew now that she had been sadly mistaken. Not only was the llama slamming his pelvis into her vulva with the force of a linebacker, making her grunt loudly as her breath was forced from her; and not only was his belly fur softly tickling her rump in maddeningly subtle contrast to the force of his fucking; but his penis was twitching around and bumping against the tender walls of her innermost sanctum. The damned thing felt like it was in her throat. And she was loving it.

Soon, they'd passed back out through the doorway and into the corridor and Conti could hear the sound of the motorized milking machine coming closer. Eventually she felt her hands pass over the block at the base of the motor. She reached up for something to grab onto as her knees were becoming sore and she hoped to brace herself in one place for a while. She could feel a couple of gauges and knobs and quickly grabbed onto something and braced herself. With his next few lunges, the llama lifted Conti completely off of the floor.

In the midst of their desperate kiss, neither Lisa nor Karen heard the milking machine motor accelerate its pace when Conti turned the dial. But both broke off their oral devotions when they felt the pace of the milking speed up. At twice the speed of tugging and release they had previously enjoyed, their four breasts literally began to jiggle and bounce on their own with the rhythm of the machine. The girls mashed their lips back together again in a tense and muffled scream as a renewed orgasm hit them like a thunderclap. Stars appeared behind their tightly shut eyes. Both women dug their nails into their partner's backs and felt jets of their own love juices spraying out behind them and down the insides of their quivering thighs.

At that moment, the beam of a glaring flashlight split the darkness as the door to the barn slid open a bit. The light fell across the oblivious, tightly clenched duo of Karen and Lisa, emphasizing the enormous globes of titflesh that bulged out and hung between them, shaking like Jell-O molds. A single voice called out into the night.

"They're in here, boss!"

So… three very big women once again get more than they bargained for. And still the questions linger: what the heck do big girls like Karen and Conti and Lisa do with themselves now and is there any chance that they will ever again be able to lead normal lives? What are the ramifications of three enlarged sexpots being friends – or, for that matter, being anywhere near each other? And what happens when one kills a very large man during sex?

Tune in next time for some of the answers.

(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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