The Perils xi
Rally ‘round
the babes, boys!
When we last left our over-enlarged heroines, they were on the lam and trying to escape after a very weird day at the amusement park. They got sidetracked in a barn, however, and Lisa and Karen were enjoying some unexpected fun with a milking machine, while Conti had made a love connection with a newly discovered friend of the furry variety from the petting zoo.
Karen opened her eyes to a darkened room and a feeling of security and, for lack of a better word, “snugness.” The only audible sound was that of someone gently snoring somewhere nearby. Her last waking memory, the thought she’d been reliving in her sleep, was of sharing a desperate, clutching embrace with Lisa and the exquisite sensations of their tits being tugged on by a milking machine. She could almost feel the delicious draw on the ends of her teats at that moment.
As she stirred in response to that memory, she found herself oddly restrained. And she was standing – or at least she was vertical. It concerned her only a bit though as, in her dreamy mind, she contented herself with the peace of the calm darkness. There appeared to be no immediate threat. She drew a long breath, which resulted in the odd sound of crinkling or stretching plastic.
But just then, a brilliant overhead light was thrown on and she was temporarily blinded. She was just able to make out another couple of figures across the small room, in bright green and blue, before she was forced to slam her eyelids shut to avoid the harsh light.
“Wakey, wakey!” taunted a harsh male voice.
Squinting out into the light, she was just able to make out the block-ish features of someone she’d once known all too intimately and had planned on never seeing again. Her heart quickened with the recognition of the boss, the big man – the CEO of the company. The last time she’d looked into the face of John J. Hebermyer, it was in the aftermath of an all out executive orgy in the elevator of the company offices.
“Remember me, darling?”
The very sound of his voice evoked the memory of being manhandled and screwed being reasoning. She winced at the thought of her own debauchery, but found her own body betrayed her and tingled provocatively in response to the same memories.
After “the incident,” a day long orgy encompassing the entire upper management staff, he had set her up in a deluxe apartment that was fully stocked with everything she could have ever needed – including specially prepared outfits designed for a girl of her uniquely enormous proportions. In hindsight, she knew that the accommodations and especially the clothing could have come in handy in the days that followed. She’d spent more days in the altogether nude than she cared to admit.
In truth, she knew that she would have had everything but freedom there in the apartment and she ran out on him almost immediately. (Chapters iv and v for faithful readers) For that she was sure he was none too pleased. And the scornful look on his large face seemed to confirm it.
“Hello, my dear. It is a distinct pleasure to see you again!” Hebermyer leered.
Karen could only lower her eyes to avert his glare, at which she found herself gazing down through several layers of pink plastic wrap into her own still-visible and prodigious cleavage. She seemed to be completely wrapped in the plastic, as she found that she was unable to move or speak at all.
“I’ve been reading of your exploits recently with some disappointment,” he began again, pushing the morning newspaper in front of her face.
She blinked and focused on the headline to a story entitled “Sex Goddesses at the Island.” She gasped as she read the opening line of the article, “It seems that the operators of The Island have added an odd attraction to their lineup for the new season that was somehow neglected in their press releases…”
Hebermyer pulled the newspaper away before she could read further. He stepped aside, giving Karen a clear and regrettable view of her surroundings. Facing her on the other side of the small space were Lisa and Conti, both gagged and similarly bound with plastic wrap. Both were made up beautifully and their hair had been carefully coifed. They made quite a sight, with their prodigious endowments projecting outwards from under their faces, glistening in translucent plastic. She marveled at the amount of plastic wrap it must have taken to completely encase the girls’ hugely bulbous forms.
Standing slightly taller than Lisa, the hot Latin tamale Conti was gorgeous, with her shimmering black hair flowing in loose ringlets around her face and down over her shoulders. Her eyes shone brightly from her face with make-up accenting their deep, green luster. She had been encased in brilliant, cobalt blue plastic.
If possible, the luscious lesbian Lisa was even more attractive, Karen thought, if only because she’d never seen her made up to accentuate her natural beauty. A little shorter, her voluptuousness was only accentuated by her smaller stature. Her auburn hair made a stunning contrast to her jade green wrapping. Her tresses hung down around her face in wisps that clung gently to her jaw and throat. She looked something like Rachel on “Friends,” except for the rage that she displayed so clearly on her beautiful face. And then, there were of course the huge mounds of tit flesh perched on her chest to which Jennifer Aniston could only aspire in her dreams.
Given the circumstances, Karen was oddly distracted in admiration of her beautiful, helpless companions. Seeing them there, with their faces scrubbed clean and painted in deep dramatic tones, and the grass and leaves combed from their hair, she saw them in a way she’d hadn’t enjoyed before. She was feeling warmly smitten with them. Judging from the way they looked back at her, she realized that she must have been made up with similar care.
Into the room strode a somewhat familiar young woman with an obviously venomous demeanor. Karen recognized her as one of the dancers from “The Patch,” the club in which she’d performed one fateful night. It seemed like a long time ago now. She was in the same kind of leopard-spotted cat suit outfit that Karen herself had worn in her own ill-fated appearance on the same night she’d met Conti. She was a long-legged beauty with a firm, shapely behind and pert, conical breasts that had obviously been enhanced with implants. Still, she was a very attractive and sexy little thing, Karen thought.
The petite blonde strode jauntily between them and headed straight for Conti, whose face became immediately hostile. The dancer stood close to her and placed her gloved hands on Conti’s giant breasts. She stroked their vast circumferences appreciably at first, but then began to push her hands deep into the full flesh and knead them like so much bread dough while the plastic wrap encircling them crinkled and squeaked. Conti fought to maintain her demeanor under her ministrations, but the sensations of her tit flesh being manipulated began to betray her. Her eyelids fluttered delicately.
Staring into Conti’s eyes, she muttered through clenched teeth, “This couldn’t have happened to a more deserving bitch!” Whereupon she gave one of Conti’s breasts a violently loud, open handed smack and turned away briskly. The impact of the blow was restrained in the tight wrap, or her tits would have swung wildly. But Conti shuddered in response.
The blonde then turned to Lisa, who began to struggle at her bindings in vain.
“Girls,” she began to address them all, “my name is Crystal and I cannot express how tickled I am to see you all again.”
The dancer began to pat Lisa’s breasts and heft them appreciably, taunting her while Lisa looked away in anger, determined not to give the woman the satisfaction of a response.
“And yes, dear, I do recognize you, even with your new tits, and I remember all the fun we once had. Do you?”
Lisa returned Crystal’s stare with steely determination. It seems that while Lisa was under the employ of the company as a security guard, Crystal, who was then employed in an office capacity, had made a rude come-on to her at a company party. Crystal had had way too much to drink and the invitation was declined, which angered her immensely. On a later occasion, Lisa had come across Crystal in a rather compromising position with a maintenance crewman. A report had been issued; some degree of admonishment had been delivered, and some very harsh words were exchanged. Lisa recognized the painful irony that she herself would later became victim to the entire maintenance team and suffered the same admonishment, only multiplied.
“And do you remember what I said I’d do to you when I saw you again?” At this, she reached around and gave Lisa a violent smack on the ass that made her arch up slightly despite herself. “I intend to give you much more than you can handle tonight, you stupid dike!”
But then Crystal swung around dramatically and turned towards Karen.
“Now you, my dear… you are the one I so desperately wished to see again.” She approached Karen with a sultry, sliding gait and began to caress Karen’s face, “So delicious, so innocent, so… simple!”
She hooked her arms under and around Karen’s vast breasts and pulled herself close.
“You are a one in a million,” she said, gesturing to Lisa and Conti “even with these two copycat whores around.”
Lisa and Conti silently agreed with that assessment while they watched their beloved being caressed by the lithe blonde. Crystal began to lick the plastic covered surfaces of Karen’s breasts where her nipples strained against the plastic. This struck them all, even Karen, as amazingly sensual.
To both Conti and Lisa, Karen truly was unique and seemingly more beautiful with each passing day. Their love and admiration for her still overwhelmed them, and that was made very apparent to them when they saw her bound in pink and made up like an overblown supermodel. Privately, they were both somehow oddly happy with the unfortunate blossoming of their own bodies, though they might never admit it. They would never again be able to wear normal clothing or go out in public without causing a ruckus. Hell, they could hardly do much of anything without getting aroused to distraction. But it had given them something special to share with Karen; something which could never diminish her own charms and something they felt they could actually use to enhance Karen’s love for them in return.
“Someday darling,” Crystal cooed to their amorous partner, “you and I will have the opportunity to spend some quality time together and… ummph!” She hugged Karen tightly, humping her crotch against Karen’s bulging thigh. She seemed overcome with affection, or lust.
“Crystal!” harrumphed Hebermyer from the corner.
“Yes, yes – I know, down to business,” she responded disgustedly. She reluctantly drew her moistened crotch away from Karen’s thigh.
“Girls, ladies, you big-titted whores… you have become a distinct disappointment to Mr. Hebermyer. Karen, the man provided for you and had you set up in a style that most women would … well, give their left tit for! And you ran out on him, to traipse around the countryside calling attention to yourself and your big boobies.”
Karen wanted to reply. She wanted to explain that she had been just running away out of fear. It felt that she had been running scared for quite a while now. But the gag in her mouth and the situation in which she and her friends found themselves reminded her that this was perhaps a time to listen to see what Crystal and Hebermyer had in store.
“So…” Crystal continued while draping her thigh around Lisa’s exaggerated hip and pawing at her breasts, “You will all be made a present of the company to a rather undeserving group of young men. They will, of course, have their way with you and use you to their satisfaction, because you will be their toys for the evening.”
Moving back to Conti, she went on, “Now, I should warn you that this particular group of young men is well known for its completely depraved and disrespectful behavior towards women.”
“Shit! The Delts!” Lisa thought to herself. She knew enough about Hebermyer to know that he had an absolute shit of a son named Robbie. And his shit of a son was a member of a veritable toilet of a fraternity, the Delts. In her head she realized that this would be the weekend just prior to finals week on campus – a notorious time when all hell broke loose. It was also a time when the Delts threw the most lewd and offensive kegger party the world had ever known.
When still in the company’s employ as a security guard, Lisa had been sent to retrieve the little shit Robbie from campus police last year. Seems that he and his buddies had been engaging in a little gang rape – in all, a total of 5 gang rapes at various darkened locations in the vicinity of the kegger. Every year, the police tried to shut down the party, indeed to prevent it from happening, but they had always been unsuccessful. The location was changed each year and was such a closely guarded secret that even the most innocent co-ed was reluctant to reveal it. The Delts held a stranglehold on the campus and very few people were willing to cross them and risk their retaliation.
Crystal continued, “And just to be sure that you girls enjoy yourselves like you should, I’ve taken the liberty of fitting you with a wonderful little toy that…” pulling a small remote control unit from inside her thigh-high boot, “has always treated me very well.”
With that, she pressed a small button on the control and the girls began to feel an electric vibration course through their genitals. It slowly grew and intensified as Crystal held down the button, until the girls could identify that the sensations were centered directly on their fat clitorises.
Despite themselves, the girls began to react. Tingling rushes ran over them as the sensation continued. Each clitoris began to push out angrily in response to the stimulation. They could feel their labia moistening and swelling. The plastic was so tightly wrapped around them that the swelling and the pressure only intensified the feeling. Soon they were each on their way to climactic arousal. Lisa held her breath and felt her toes curling up. Conti panted and gasped into her gag. Karen’s sweet eyes began to water and she stared at Crystal hoping to silently coerce her to make it stop.
But she found that Crystal was herself enjoying the same sensations that were so troubling to our trio. She had thrown her blonde head back and one hand was manipulating her crotch through her leopard-skin panties. She really seemed to be working herself over. Karen felt oddly aroused by the look of utter satisfaction on Crystal’s face. She attributed it to the immense whorishness she’d experienced since becoming “enhanced” and she cursed herself yet again for the feelings that seemed to hold dominance over her thoughts. But soon enough it was over.
Crystal pressed another button that slowly lessened the vibrations, like the volume control on a TV. Each of the girls, with the exception of Crystal, were glad to feel the stimulation die down.
“Whooooo-eeeeeeeh!” exclaimed Crystal as she readjusted herself. “See, mommy told you it wasn’t so bad, huh!”
With that, she reached down into her panties and unhooked a strap that had been out of view. Her hand emerged with a little white butterfly vibrator that she held between two fingers and began to lick clean of her own pussy juices.
Holding it up so they could each see it, she referred to it as “mommy’s little helper.”
“Each of you has one of these blessed little beauties attached right onto your big fat clitties. And damn! I do mean big, fat clitties!” Turning to Lisa, “Girl, what you’ve got down there is downright rude!” alluding to Lisa’s thumb-sized aberration of a clitoris. “But…” as she ground her knee into Lisa’s crotch, “I’ll bet it makes you one hell of a happy girl… am I right?”
Lisa slammed her eyes shut and refused to give in and answer to the heartless bitch. Her poor clitoris was being bent back and flattened against her pubis. She wondered if this was how it felt when a man had his dick bent over under pressure. She remembered her brother being excessively concerned about the position of his dick in his pants, adjusting himself constantly with little care for discretion. Now she understood his concern. The pressure was damned uncomfortable, and it was making the awful thing pulse maddeningly.
Turning again to see Hebermyer’s disapproving look, Crystal stepped back and cried out, “OK! Time to go. Boys, take them away.”
Lisa noticed disappointedly that even after all the nudging around the little butterfly vibrator seemed to remain securely attached to her super-sized appendage.
Three huge men came through the door at the end of the small room. For a moment, it didn’t seem that there would be enough room for all three of them and all three of our enormous heroines. Crystal was little more than a sprightly little girl among them.
Each of the men took hold of the handcarts to which the girls had been strapped and pivoted them toward the door at the other end of the room. Karen, Conti and Lisa struggled against their bonds in futility and were whisked out the door towards a waiting truck. As the last man passed with Karen on his dolly, Hebermyer reached out and took him by the arm.
“Remember what I said, Sluggo. They can do whatever the fuck they want, but there is to be NO …“penetration” (he whispered). None! Is that clear? You are to see to it! That is the law from me. And God help you if you allow my orders to be broken!”
The two large men stared at each other as though a confrontation was about to erupt. But Sluggo gave Hebermyer a respectful look and nodded that he understood completely.
After they were each strapped against the rails on the walls of the truck, and as the huge rear gate was sliding down, Crystal approached the girls again. Just before the light inside the truck was extinguished, she cried out, “A little something to help you enjoy the ride, girls!”
And the vibrations began again. This time they reached a level just under what the girls had experienced before. They began to shiver and tremble in the darkness. Their tummies quivered as the sensations rolled through them. They began to sweat inside the plastic. Their bodies writhed and squirmed in a futile attempt to escape the subtle torment. Karen could feel the delicious waves of ecstasy travel all the way up to her scalp and down and out to the tips of her giant boobs. It wasn’t enough to bring them to orgasm, but it was just enough to drive them to their wits end as the truck bounced heavily down the road.
Later…
Amidst a deafening roar, Karen and Conti and Lisa were being introduced to a very appreciative audience in a darkened gymnasium. The gym was scheduled to be demolished by the university, to be replaced by yet another engineering building, but tonight it had been transformed for one last stand. The girls were one at a time cut loose from the dollies, led forward and bent over a thick wooden railing. They had to be helped along by a team of young men, as they were wrapped so completely that their movements were almost completed restricted. In addition, even the slightest movement only added to the torment the buzzing little vibrators were already causing them.
They were plasticized geishas, only able to move their feet a few inches with each step. But move along they did, as a “driver” following each was quick to administer a paddle to their backsides if they progressed too slowly to suit him. Young men acting as “helpers” were being quite liberal with their handholds and their supportive grips. One thought it best to help Conti forward by taking hold of the bloated, puffed out nipples on her enormous breasts and steering her accordingly.
The girls were trembling inside the plastic sheathing, so pent up was their erotic frustration. Their clitorises were being constantly and delicately shaken, like little dinner bells. The fat, bundled nerve clusters had been tormented to such an extent that they ached and the poor girls felt as though the things were swollen beyond redemption.
The students watching the girls’ entrance were naturally skeptical of their bloated forms, as they were fairly heavily wrapped and women of this scale had truly never been seen before. They figured it had to be a joke, and they played along by treating the comedically sized endowments with irreverent play that bordered on slapstick.
The girls were led forward to great cheers and hilarity. Karen decided to try to move as quickly as possible in order to avoid excess paddling. But all that her efforts and quick steps gained her was a deep throbbing in her tortured clit, the rapid shimmying of her assets, and the very vocal, and unexpected, admiration of the crowd. She was mortified at all the attention and wished she could just disappear.
Karen and Conti were led up to the heavy beam until their hips rested against it. With an additional roll of plastic wrap that had been brought along for this purpose, they were cinched to the railing with a tight loop at the back of their thighs, below the pronounced swell of their buttocks. Then a loop was passed around the backs of their necks and they were pulled forward and harnessed into a bent position with the plastic lashed tight to the railing. In this position, their chests were suspended tantalizingly out over the audience.
Lisa was brought forth similarly, but it took twice the number of “helpers” and three paddle-wielding “drivers” to move her into position. She fought them valiantly for a while – as valiantly as an over-endowed young woman completely cocooned in green plastic could fight.
But the drivers were merciless with their paddles, an affront that quickly got Lisa’s hackles up, but one to which she eventually adjusted. In spite of herself, she felt a warm rush swell over her immense ass as the paddles smacked wickedly against it in rapid succession. In combination with the non-stop clitoral stimulation of “mommy’s little helper,” the sensation took her breath away. She froze a little under the onslaught, as the resounding smacks made her tense and shiver from their sting, but her hesitation only intensified their spanking.
The paddles soon came one upon another, with the timing and precision of a Swiss watch piece and each with the explosive power of a home run swing. She had never before been able to appreciate the concept of anything that “hurt so good.” But, disgusted as she was with the building madness of the scene, Lisa could not deny that deep down inside, in a place she was loath to acknowledge, the bloom of sensation in her lower extremities was nothing short of delicious. Once she acquiesced, she was brought forward in short order and cinched to the rail just like her friends.
With all three in place, the obligatory high-jinx ensued; with boys running by and “high-fiving” each of the sturdy swells of tit that projected out above them from the raised platform. Lisa recognized Robbie, Hebermyer’s son and well known little shit, reaching up to grab a bit of Karen’s tit and shrieking like a wild animal. A good bit of hooting from the males in attendance, and a lot of tittering from the females, raised the girls’ concerns over what might happen next. Each thought that the place might explode into unrestricted mayhem at any moment.
Instead, a shrill voice took command of the gym via the loudspeaker system. The girls recognized the voice as Crystal’s. The voice said, “Where are your manners? Say hello to the ladies!”
The crowd screamed out as though one, huge delinquent classroom in a mocking “Hell-o, ladies!”
Then the voice simply said, “Alright then, let’s open our packages, shall we?”
As was to be expected, a huge howl of appreciation arose from the assembled throng. But before the crowd could gather itself to rip the girls apart as they feared, two young men with large scissors stepped to the edge of the platform. They raised the scissors, and their beers, to the crowd in exultation – which provoked another cheer.
Quickly, the plastic covering Karen’s boobs was cut down the line of her cleavage and peeled back in a sheet. This left her completely exposed all the way down to just under her ribcage, with the exception of the gag at her mouth and the wrap that held her arms securely to her sides.
One drunken fool ran forward and threw the entire contents of his freshly filled cup of beer over Karen’s tits while screaming, “Soak it down, baby!” A number of other drunken fools followed suit. Her colossal tits dripped with beer and foam and glistened under the rigged-up spotlights in the gym. A collective “ooh” of appreciation quieted the masses as they stared awestruck at the glistening globes. It was clear that they expected to find big, fake balloon boobs under the wrapping and they were still trying to evaluate whether they were actually seeing what they thought they saw.
Karen could feel her dampened skin react to the open air. She would swear that she could also feel the probing eyes of the hundreds of drunken revelers fall on her exclusively and sear into her flesh. She blushed a brilliant crimson, which was mostly concealed by her gag. But as she stared away into the rafters to avoid all the penetrating eyes, she felt her nipples react in a quite unexpected fashion.
She felt the flesh at the ends of her breasts begin to tingle. The nerve endings danced with the titillation of the effervescent beer. Her aureolae began to puff out. She gasped in surprise as soon the nipples themselves rose brazenly and pushed out into the air. In the darkened gymnasium, under the raking spotlight and the stares of all those anonymous faces, Karen felt her nipples push forth to their fullest extent and harden into stiff “fingers” pointed accusingly at the crowd.
Simultaneously, five separate hands clutched at her breasts. They squeezed and poked and lifted and kneaded.
Then, one raucous voice cried out, “Holy shit! THEY’RE FUCKIN’ REAL!!!”
Suddenly, the five hands became fifty or more. Karen held her head up away from the groping hands, but she was unable to pull away. She could feel her giant tits being jostled and tugged on. She was reminded of the elevator in the company and all those executives paying attention to only her. She also remembered the scene at the fence in the amusement park, with all those people reaching through and climbing over one another just to pay attention to her. She could feel the glands and tissues of her giant mammaries being manipulated and teased by the inquisitive hands – and she knew that she was already losing the battle to control her swelling libido.
Cries of “Do the other ones!” began to ring out through the air.
Karen was just able to turn her head enough to see a couple of guys beginning to work on Conti. She had already been doused with beer as well, and it could be seen percolating down through her wrappings in bubbles that swirled around her boobs. Between them stood Lisa, who was being left alone for the time being. Karen’s eyes met Lisa’s and she was surprised at the lack of rage she found in them. She seemed to have prematurely accepted their fate, which both surprised and worried Karen. In fact, Lisa was simply awash in the stinging feelings of arousal derived from her paddling. Lisa’s blank stare and the almost imperceptible grin under her translucent gag were completely unlike what Karen expected of her at that moment.
Conti too was soon unsheathed and the crowd began to pay homage to her astounding, olive-skinned adornments as well. Her huge puffy nipples were of particular interest to the people feeling her up. One of them remarked that it looked like she had elbows on the ends of her tits, which in truth it did.
The duel groping continued while a small ladder was brought forward and positioned in front of Lisa. As the scantily clad Crystal made her way through the crowd and stepped up onto it, to the catcalls and groping of the audience, her voice rang out through the loudspeakers again.
“And now, for our belligerent little friend in the middle, something completely different!”
As promised, Crystal had something special planned for her. And the girl coming towards her – the one with the boa constrictor – seemed to be delivering Crystal’s special brand of justice. She began to uncoil the snake from her shoulders and hand it up to Crystal.
The crowd began to applaud and howl at what they could see coming.
Lisa seemed to be roused a bit from her lethargy, but she quickly found that she was unable to struggle away from her bindings. The snake, which was a very large one, was brought up until it was able to flick out its tongue and touch Lisa’s face. She recoiled in disgust but she was held firmly in place by her bindings.
Crystal stepped off of the ladder and provocatively straddled the rail to which the girls were tied, giving the crowd a clear view of her shapely ass. The snake draped from her hands and down to its owner. Its head was as big as Crystal’s fist and its body was, at its fullest, as thick as a lineman’s bicep. She sat very close to Lisa and held the snake’s head directly over the open crevice of Lisa’s cleavage. Where her immense tits pulled the plastic out and away from her chest, the gap loomed before the snake as a welcome point of departure and concealment. With absolutely no coaxing on Crystal’s part, the snake surged forward and began to work its way down between Lisa’s fleshy tits.
The thick, soft column of the snake’s body slid slowly and gently between her boobs, pushing them apart as it passed. She was surprised at how good the smooth scales felt on her skin. And the pressure of its intrusion against her tightly packed breast flesh was surprisingly… snuggly. It felt to her like she was giving the snake a nice, warm hug. And it seemed to take an immediate liking to Lisa as well.
It began a long, slow march through her wrappings that felt like a long, slow, muscular caress. When it reached the bottom of her cleavage, it gave a few exploratory licks that flitted over her tummy and made her tense. The audience watched with rapt curiosity as the bulge in her shroud and the look on her face told the tale of the snake’s progress. It turned and curled under the crease at the base of her left breast and ran itself over the top of her ample hip towards her back. Some of the audience began to move around the back of the platform to follow the snake.
What they found when they arrived at the back of the platform excited them nearly as much as what they’d seen in the front. Three neatly packed enormous sets of ass rose and projected over the tops of the girls’ shapely legs. They shone under the plastic and the spotlights with the same awesome rotundity as had the tits out front. Considering the presence of Sluggo and a few others from Hebermyer’s intimidating security force, it seemed a bold move when several among the crowd climbed onto the platform to get a closer look at the girls’ behinds. But while Sluggo and the others watched closely, they allowed the inspection.
Under the plastic, the snake’s head could be seen rising up over Lisa’s lower back. Finding the delicate groove of her spine, it pushed itself along and down towards the looming crack of her butt. The crowd’s anticipation grew and the volume level of their cheers grew with it. Lisa was aghast as the slow path of the snake turned down between her cheeks. Crystal was sickeningly gleeful at the look on Lisa’s face and cackled while taunting her. She was still holding what appeared to be four or five feet of the snake that had not yet entered Lisa’s wrappings and she was intent on shoving it all in there.
Elsewhere, some of the crowd had begun a chant of, “Cut the back too!” to indicate their desire to see the ladies’ asses revealed. The guys with scissors immediately stepped forward, again raised their beers to the crowd, and began to cut away more of the plastic covering Karen and Conti. Beginning at the middle of their backs and being careful not to cut the bindings that held the girls to the railing, the scissor men sliced carefully through the layers of plastic. Each traversed in a straight line down the girls’ backs, along the crevice of their behinds, and between their thick thighs, before stopping at the backs of their knees. With a few helpers, they then peeled away the plastic exposing the girls’ luscious backsides to a freshly invigorated crowd.
As the cheers rose from the masses, Karen was almost too distracted to notice that she now had a southern exposure as well. A good number of dedicated admirers still clung to her dampened boobs and had really begun to massage them with diligence and care. She was beyond rational thought at that point, rolling her head and moaning as her breast masses were pulled and stretched and caressed. And the little butterfly kept right on fluttering atop her aching clitoris, multiplying her agitation.
Conti was similarly distracted, but she was distinctly relieved when the wrappings fell away from her lower half. Her huge ass, the largest of all, had been bound up extremely tightly and it felt almost as if the big fleshy thing could “breath” again. She would swear that she could actually feel it expand out into the open air, to which the college kids behind her might have attested. She began to wriggle it around, hoping to attract some attention for, far from being put off by all the madness; Conti for one was fully enjoying herself so far. She was on fire with sensation – both from the damned little vibrator and from the wonderful perverts who were stroking her fat tits. But she had an aching need building up in her sloppy wet cunt and she desperately needed somebody to “take it on home,” as she was sometimes known to say.
Lisa lurched three times in succession as the probing muzzle of the snake dipped into the crack of her ass and its tongue flicked out against her most delicate parts. Karen and Conti caught sight of her tremors and this in turn ignited their own passions. They both simultaneously experienced the exquisite sensation of the “let-down” reflex. As the musculature in their immense boobs relaxed, their tit masses swelled forward into the hands of their devotees, who were blown away at their good fortune. They renewed their attentions to the now fuller and heavier boob sacks, clambering onto the platform for better access.
Behind them, Karen and Conti’s derrières were also receiving the royal treatment. Young men and women had been “polishing” their circumferences like large ripe fruit. But they stepped aside as large wooden fraternity paddles were slowly passed over the surfaces of each enormous butt cheek. Four young men caressed the girls’ butts with the hard wooden paddles while they lined themselves up, one to a cheek, to administer spankings.
Conti’s two paddlers counted together, “One… two… THREE!” before simultaneously smacking her ass with two hard flat blows, one paddle administered to each cheek. The crowd winced at the impact, as it was considerable. Conti’s ass bulged and shook like two tubs of Jell-o. And Conti finally had her release. Her entire body tensed as juices sprayed out from between her thighs onto the platform behind her. This took the crowd completely by surprise and they screamed out their appreciation. She tensed two times more and soaked the floor, to the crowd’s delight, as well as to her own.
Karen’s paddlers took the cue and counted off as well. On the count of three, they unleashed a pair of blows that lifted her temporarily off her feet and set her giant ass jiggling uncontrollably. They watched and waited as Karen’s butt trembled and shook on its own, well beyond the lasting effect of the spankings. Eventually, they too were rewarded with a copious spray of love juices, then a second and a third… and a fourth!
Much was made of the greater success of Karen’s paddlers having provoked four sprays of cum to Conti’s three. Two more young men took up the paddles, and the challenge, and began to address the looming target of Conti’s swollen butt for their own try.
Meanwhile, the snake had proceeded down into the crack of Lisa’s ass and turned itself over so that it could pass between her thighs right side up. Despite her attempt to block it by clenching her meaty thighs together, the snake slowly bulldozed its way between them. Its body twisted and writhed around Lisa’s; between her tits, across her ribcage, over her hip, down her back and between her legs, driving her mad with the slow seduction of its innocent passage. It provoked her to allow it to pass by poking its tongue at the sweet meat at the juncture of her thighs. She trembled at its gentleness and marveled at the stabbing delicacy of its tongue.
“SM-SMACK!” came the sound of Conti being paddled again.
“One! Two! Three! Aaaaannnd… yes! FOUR!” came the triumphant report of Conti’s spurts of love juice.
The snake soon found itself nose to nose with the butterfly vibrator. Lisa had almost forgotten about it in the distraction the snake had been causing her. But it fluttered on and on, perched firmly atop the extended, shaking appendage of her tortured clitoris. The snake came into contact with the clitoris and explored it as a snake would, with its tongue.
“SM-SMACK!” rang the sound of Karen being spanked in turn.
“Here we gooo… One! Two! Three! Four!”
“SMACK!” (the sound of an extra paddle on Karen’s behind).
“Five! SIX!”
“No way! You fuckin’ cheated, man!”
The light flicker of the snake’s forked tongue over her huge and over-sensitized clit sent Lisa into an erotic overload. She began to shake from head to toe. Her tummy tensed up until it cramped. And then a horrific realization dawned upon her.
The snake became very still. The butterfly and her clitoris wiggled on like an unwary little creature hidden in its seemingly secure burrow. She was almost sure that she could feel the snake slowly rearing back. She screamed into her gag, loudly, before it actually happened.
The snake struck. It opened its mouth widely and clamped its jaws onto the pair of little wriggling shapes; one soft, but firm; one hard and plastic. The pressure on her clitoris was more than Lisa could bear. She squeezed her eyes shut and white stars exploded behind her eyelids. Her body shook uncontrollably. And she came. Spurt after spurt of her juices poured out over the snake’s body, which seemed unfazed by it. Liquid sprayed down her legs in great torrents that eventually ran out of the wrappings at her feet and splashed to the floor.
Crystal whooped and laughed as Lisa’s distressed orgasm wrenched her face. She jumped down from the railing into the crowd, where she immediately had to fight off the groping of a few over-stimulated young men.
The gymnasium erupted into chaos. Guys began to take free-wheeling swings at Karen and Conti’s big, reddened asses while others argued over whose turn it was, how many paddlings constituted a legitimate “at-bat” for each team, how many sprays of cum had actually come out of the girls under fair turns. Stupid shit. In no time, a knockdown, drag-out, broken bottle fight erupted.
The snake held its prey of Lisa’s clitoris firmly in its mouth and Lisa continued to cum wildly. Karen and Conti shivered at the sting of the paddling blows and they too continued to cum, not so wildly, but in a steady uncontrollable trembling. Secretly, Karen was looking forward to the renewal of the sting of her spanking and she wondered what those darn kids were up to.
Lisa’s orgasm went on for what felt to her like hours. She floated away in her mind while her head shook violently. She looked up at the ceiling and saw a strange shape floating down towards her amidst a shower of sparkles. Her body kept tensing and flexing against the plastic wrapping until she thought she felt it give slightly. She went with it and flexed her agonized muscles as much as she could. The wrapping began to creak and pull, eventually popping and tearing as Lisa exerted superhuman strength like she’d never been able to muster before. She exalted in her power as the pink wrapping was torn asunder, bellowing out a lusty yell that echoed through the rafters.
Suddenly, a man dropped to the platform next to her from above. She turned to him with a broad smile and stared at him as he gaped at her in return. They made quite a striking pair.
Lisa was a wild-eyed, huge-breasted little Amazon; draped in the tattered remains of shredded plastic wrap while the tail end of a huge snake protruded up from her cleavage and wagged in the air. The man was garbed in a cape and cowl, and he had crashed through the skylight and dropped to the platform with the grace and strength of a superhero. The raking spotlight cast deep, dramatic shadows over the ominous features of his mask.
“Hiya, Batman!” Lisa said with an oddly brimming confidence.
The hero turned and delivered a hard kick to Sluggo’s chest, sending him sprawling off the platform and into the crowd.
“I’m not Batman,” replied the hero dispassionately.
“Whatever. Nice kick! Hey, help me get this thing off-a me, will ya?”
“I’m not Batman.”
“Yeah, I heard… here, you take this end,” she said, handing the hero the snake’s tail while reaching between her legs and grasping the boa around the throat. Somehow she pried its jaws off of her finger-like clitoris. Maybe it helped that she allowed the snake to keep the little butterfly vibrator. The strap that had held it in place was broken and she tugged the snake out from behind her.
Together, they slowly uncoiled the snake from around her voluptuous form.
“You’re not Karen, are you?” said the hero, acknowledging Lisa’s obvious and similar physical charms.
“No, I’m not. She’s right there,” Lisa replied, gesturing toward her still bound and convulsive friend.
Once they had worked the snake loose, Lisa began to sling it around over her head with one hand, still clutching it at the base of its head. The hero was impressed. She got it going pretty fast, forcing it to stretch out to its full length, before letting it go and watching it sail out into the darkened, writhing masses. Whoever it landed on was not going to be a happy camper.
As it turned out, it struck the wicked Crystal as she attempted to make an exit and wrapped around her torso like a bola. The snake panicked and squeezed itself tightly around her, popping her perky D-cup sized tits up out of her corset and effectively immobilizing her. She quickly found herself the object of the attentions of numerous, frustrated young men. And they were not put off in the least by the presence of the large snake. They set upon her with glad hands and stiffened cocks.
The hero stared at Lisa admiringly; not just for her enormous feminine attributes, which he surely could not have looked past, but also for her self-assurance and strength.
“How many of you are there?” asked the hero.
“How many of what?” she replied.
“You know – how many of… you!” he answered somewhat sheepishly while gesturing discretely towards Lisa’s unusually large breasts.
“Oh. Three of us, I guess,” she responded, turning to each of her bound and trembling friends in turn.
“Well, let’s get you ladies out of here.”
With that, the hero extended his gloved fist toward the ceiling and fired a couple of small projectiles, which knocked out the spotlights and plunged the gym into darkness. He then reached for a metallic utility band on his wrist and a small, spinning blade sprang into view. He turned to Karen and began to cut away the plastic gag around her mouth, while a tiny light emanated from his armband to illuminate his work.
“Cool!” exclaimed Lisa.
A few of the hooligans clambered back up onto the platform and, in the dim light from the exits, began to move towards the hero.
“What the fuck, man! You’re screwin’ up our par…TEEEEE!”
The hero turned to find the young man doubled over in pain. Lisa had kicked him so hard in the balls that he would probably taste them for the next few days. She booted him off the platform and turned toward one of his friends. In a flash, she administered a spin kick to his jaw that spun him completely around and sent him reeling off the platform into the crowd below. It was an impressive feat for a woman of Lisa’s dimensions. The last hooligan decided it was best to jump off the platform on his own.
“Cool!” exclaimed the hero.
After he’d freed Karen, he helped her over to lean on Lisa and went to work on Conti’s bindings.
“Hello, sweetheart,” Lisa said to her hapless, staggering friend with a reassuring smile and a meaty hug. “It’s alright now, no need to worry.”
Karen’s eyes revealed that she was very worried about the bedlam around them.
“Who’s this guy?” she asked frantically. “And how are we going to get out of here? Did you see what they did? Oooh, I don’t think I’ll be able to sit down…”
Lisa lifted Karen’s beautiful face and planted a long, wet kiss on her full lips. That seemed to calm her down quite a bit. When Lisa finally pulled away, Karen’s lips were slightly parted and a string of saliva extended between their tongues.
They both turned together to find Conti draped around the hero’s neck, giving him the same kind of urgent tongue-sucking. It seems she was so pent up, and so impressed by their dark rescuer, that when he finally cut her loose the girl just couldn’t help herself. Karen and Lisa recognized that the man was probably lucky to still have his tights on.
When she eventually broke off the kiss, she turned to them and asked, “Who’s this guy?” while signaling with her eyes that she was quite taken with him.
“He’s not Batman,” replied Lisa.
“For chrissakes! I’m the “Veteran,” OK?! Now let’s get out of here!”
They headed for the steps down from the platform. The Veteran had Conti (and her breasts) all over him, but he was still able to kick a student in the chest, driving him back to clear the way.
“The Veteran, huh?” said Conti.
“Yeah. What of it?” he replied.
“Nothing. Nothing at all!” she answered admiringly. “Hey, don’t you have one of those… those things you can use to shoot a rope up into the ceiling? You know, so we can get pulled up through the skylight?”
The Veteran turned his head toward her with a disgruntled look and said, “No, dear, I must have left that at home.”
“Too bad,” Conti said looking up at the ceiling. “We could all just zip up there and save all this trouble.”
“Yeah.” Lowering his eyes to the huge tit resting against his chest, “the three of you would just ‘zip’ right up there on a little wire.”
“Hey!” she exclaimed with a hurt look.
“Sorry,” he quickly answered while backhanding another kid out of his path. “I didn’t mean anything by that. It’s just that… well, you gotta admit…”
“I know, I know. We’re a little on the extra large size.”
Lisa and the Veteran fought their way through the crowd with vicious efficiency, while their more delicate partners cringed in fear and huddled against them. Lisa seemed to take particular glee in fighting past anyone within her reach, taking every opportunity to abuse their former tormentors. The whole building was rife with madness as hundreds of drunken students ran blindly back and forth and fights rolled on in every corner.
At one point they passed wicked little Crystal, who was getting her perky little ass reamed out by a large farm boy type while a lithe black kid pumped his dick into her mouth. She was suspended in the air between the two young men with the snake restraining her arms. Another kid was on the floor beneath her, chewing on her pointy nipples while more students closed in on them. They waited their turn and began to grope and pat her ass as it shook from the powerful fucking the farm boy was administering. Just before she was engulfed in a sea of young men, Crystal saw the group of our heroines and superhero working their way past. She tried to exclaim something along the “I’ll get you for this!” line, but her mouth was stuffed full of steaming black cock and the message was muffled.
When our group finally exited the building, the Veteran led them toward a lonely white panel truck at the edge of the parking lot. The girls had recovered enough to run on their own by that point and the vision of the four of them running together through the lot – three of them utterly naked women trying in vain to keep their medicine ball sized tits from bouncing too violently and one of them a man in tights and a full, flowing cape – would have been something to see if anyone had been around.
When they reached the truck, the Veteran opened the rear gate.
Karen noted, “I think I was in a truck like this once!”
“Yeah, you sure were,” the Veteran replied.
“Huh? How do you…?” she asked.
The Veteran helped Conti and Lisa climb up into the back of the truck, but he took hold of Karen’s arm and asked her to get in front with him. He closed the gate and pulled her around to the cab and helped her climb in. Then he ran around and took the driver’s seat beside her. She tried to wrap her arms around the fronts of her huge breasts in a remnant urge of modesty. They were so large that they brushed against the dash, so it was a daunting task at best.
“Karen,” he began, “I’ve been dying for the chance to see you again.”
“How do you know who I am?” she wondered aloud.
“Well…” he began, while taking hold of his mask and pushing it back from his face, “we met once before, right here in this very truck.”
Karen looked at him in the dim light coming through the windshield and recognized him immediately.
“Frank?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“Frank!” she cried and threw her arms around him. “I almost forgot about you – with everything that’s happened since then.” Frank hadn’t forgotten, and he was thrilled to have her press her bosom against him. In truth, she completely engulfed him with her tits but that didn’t bother him a bit.
Karen flashed back to one of the early episodes of her perils, when she’d escaped the company building in the back of Frank’s truck. She had subsequently gotten her boobs stuck in the access window in the back of his cab, and Frank had taken the opportunity to tease her to distraction by playing with them while he drove. It was a silly, awkward moment, she knew, but one that had provoked sensations that she still remembered fondly.
Though Frank had been unable to extricate her from her rather embarrassing trap, he had been successful – quite so, as she recalled – at relieving her erotic agitation. Though he had been left “unequipped” by wartime service, he had shared with Karen a considerable skill at cunnilingus. For this, he had earned the right to experience her first “post-enhancement” orgasm – and it was a doozy!
Karen had very fond memories of that, and she blushed as she felt her body react again to the mental imagery. It had already been a long night of sexual over-stimulation, but somehow she felt a need within her that had gone unsatisfied.
“Hey, wait!” she exclaimed. “I just remembered that you also dumped me at the strip bar afterwards!” She sat back and crossed her arms over her substantial chest. “I should be really mad at you!” she pouted.
Frank nodded his head in agreement.
“I know, that was really crappy of me – and it’s bothered me ever since. You were such a sweet girl and you… you shared something special with me that I’ll never forget.”
Karen blushed a blazing scarlet that ran all the way from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts. She smiled so sweet and demure that Frank almost kissed her.
“I mean it! I was just blown away by you. That’s mostly why I wanted to see you again… to apologize and maybe make it up to you somehow.”
“That’s mostly why you wanted to see me again? Why else did you want to see me?” she asked knowingly.
Now it was Frank’s turn to blush.
“That’s OK,” she said. “I’ve gotten used to it by now. And… as much as I hate to… admit it…”
“What? What is it?” Frank implored.
“Well, I’ve got a little problem that maybe you… um, maybe you could help me with,” she whispered.
“What is it?” he offered eagerly, infatuated with her sweet shyness.
“Um, with all that was going on in there (pointing to the gymnasium), I kind of got all worked up – and it just feels like maybe (looking around to see if anyone might be listening)… maybe I didn’t get everything ‘out of my system,’ if you know what I mean.”
“I’m pretty sure I do,” he replied, grinning proudly.
“I mean, I’m just dying inside! It’s like there’s a dam that’s gonna burst if I don’t do something! Now, I know that you kind of have a problem ‘down there.’ And that’s OK! But, um, maybe you could do that… thing… you know, like last time… when we were… back there?” pointing toward the back of the truck.
“Karen, honey, I’m gonna do better than that. I haven’t had the chance to tell you yet, but since I first met you I had some things ‘corrected,’ so to speak. And I’ve been waiting all this time just so you would be the first girl I could share it with.”
Karen blushed again and turned her head shyly. Frank was busy fumbling with his pants. But when he was through…
Karen’s eyes opened wide in surprise. A little grin pierced the corners of her mouth. A tingle of excitement caused goose bumps to stand up on the vast smooth surfaces of her breasts. She felt her nipples begin to crinkle up and push forward again. And a little drool wet her soft, full lips.
She tried to speak, but all she could mutter was a tremulous “wooof!”
So… three very big women once again get more than they ever bargained for – and they discover that they have a taste for a little spanking as well. 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 kind of impact will Frank’s “special gift” have on our heroines?
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.”