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Stranger Games

It was a boring Saturday. Wandering through the crowds was starting to wear him down. His normal demeanor was a bit cynical what with all the happy people around him at the mall, spending money on useless things to make them feel better. He rolled his eyes. Almost sickening really. Life was really very simple, and sometimes he needed to remind people of that. Gazing around the food court he saw a plentiful amount of people gorging after an eventful day of shopping. Then as if on cue he spotted the perfect couple. In their mid 20's they were both well dressed and modest, their shopping bags at their feet. He had a game for them he was sure they couldn't pass up.

"I think we did pretty good today considering the crowd," claimed Stacy. She and her boyfriend had taken the day to get some shopping done for their apartment. Though it was a warm summer day she wore a sweet yellow sundress that did nothing for her plainly average body. Nothing physically about her was really remarkable. Brown hair with pale skin, she had managed to nab her boyfriend with her wit, sense of humor, and sweet personality. They had a mediocre sex life but to her that wasn't what a relationship was all about. They enjoyed each others company and shared in meaningful talks. They both had jobs they enjoyed and were doing well. Stacy looked longingly back at her boyfriend smiling lovingly at him.

Kyle sat next to his girlfriend, smiling just to get through it. It's not that he didn't love her, it's just this was getting old. They had been going out for a year and a half and the relationship was starting to lose some of it's luster. She was cute if a bit plain, and they had hit it off well. He soon came to realize she was a bit clingy. No prior boyfriends meant he was her guinea pig. She felt threatened by any woman he went near. Sticks often had more curves than her and he was surprised she let him go outside alone. She had also insisted they move in together relatively quickly, before he put it all together. He was trapped. She sort of cooked and she worked at a library bringing in a fraction of the rent but she said she loved the job and had no intentions of leaving. He however was getting his ass kicked everyday at the ground floor of a local law firm trying to pay off school and somehow live. He was exhausted most days and had his sex life not been nearly non existent, he likely wouldn't have the energy. Not that Stacy seemed to mind. She was seemingly thrilled with their little setup. He brought up her getting another job to help pay the bills and she wouldn't have it. This lead to their last fight which she had reasoned was because they needed to make the apartment feel more like "home", leading to this less than helpful waste of money on trinkets to fix everything. Not wanting to fight in public he just smiled back at her. Suddenly swept from this fraudulent display of contentment they looked over to see a man loudly pull a chair up to their table.

"Oh what a travesty of a situation we have here," said the newcomer as he pulled up a chair.

"Excuse me?" Stacy said looking offended at the man's remark.

He continued "This facade that facilitates you finding things to fill your failing fondness."

The couple exchanged a blank look between each other then back at the peculiar man.

Looking at them he just sighed. "I have a game for you," he claimed. "A simple word game."

"I don't think so," Kyle declined.

With a heartbroken look the man compelled them. "But you haven't even heard the terms or prize. You simply cannot lose," he replied.

"W-what do we win?" Stacy cautiously asked.

"Well if you must simply know. They bags you currently have, should you win, will be filled to the brim with items that will make your home life much easier. Free of charge of course," the man rattled off like a sales pitch.

Kyle was intrigued but it sounded too good. "And what if we lose?" he asked.

Smiling widely the man replied "Nothing is lost but the opportunity for more rewards. Rewards are accrued as you play and if you fail to meet the goals you simply keep what you have won and will forfeit the rest of the game."

Stacy was a bit put off by the mans strange offer but with free things to fill her apartment, that might be the thing they were looking for. "I think we could give it a try," she said looking up at Kyle.

"I don't know," he said seeing where Stacy's logic was going.

"He did say we have nothing to actually lose, and it's free," she pleaded seeing him back out. She wasn't going to lose him.

"Fine," he sighed. "What do we need to do?"

"A simple task of alliteration as I performed earlier. You must do so as a couple 5 times each," the stranger stated.

Stacy smiled. "Well that's easy honey."

Smirking sinisterly as he elaborated, "But the topic of your game will be the source of your challenge. You must both describe a specific piece of the other. For the lady you must refer to his manly member and for the sir, you must refer to the lady's tiny teats."

"That's ridiculous. You don't expect us to actually do that do you?" Kyle asked agitated.

"This is most certainly what the game entails otherwise you would gain much with almost no challenge. This sets the difficulty high enough that should you succeed, you will have been rewarded greatly for your perseverance," he said innocently. "To be so embarrassed around each other at the mere mention of these words proves your relationship may not be as strong as you thought."

Kyle definitely agreed with that but he didn't want to make a scene in a crowded mall. He looked over at Stacy who was glaring at the man across from them with a defiant look in her eye.

"We'll play your game and show you," she proclaimed proudly. Looking at her boyfriend she had to prove they were going to stay together. "Rigid Rod," she almost whispered. A wave suddenly overcame the couple that briefly passed as they looked at the strange man.

"Oh the game is afoot!" the man exclaimed. "One for the lady!"

Kyle suddenly felt a bit dizzy. A wave seemed to pass over him as she had spoken. He leaned forward a bit as his body shifted in his clothes. His mediocre frame increased as his body toned a bit in his dress clothes they showed a man who took care of his body a bit more. Everything got tighter, then stopped, leaving him quite the handsome catch for his girlfriend next to him. The dizziness left him, leaving behind a vague fogginess in his mind. Looking up he saw the man waiting patiently on the other side.

"I do believe it's your turn sir," said the man.

Slowly coming back to the task he looked at Stacy's nonexistent chest. It was hard to describe something that wasn't there. Knowing nothing good would come from anything he chose, he said the only thing he could come up with.

"Mini Milkers."

"Right you are sir!" said the man. "Round one down for both of you."

Stacy was taken aback by Kyle's statement. She knew she didn't have much but no need to emphasize it. Suddenly woozy she reached up to her tiny breasts as they seemed to swell in her hands. Sure she wasn't the biggest but she was at least a sizable handful. The dress she wore showed the small bit of cleavage that she could afford. She wasn't the most curvy but she had some curves. Nice long legs led up to moderate hips mostly hidden by her dress. She was cute she thought. Not excessive like some but she had other qualities that helped her get her hunky boyfriend. She was just having trouble remembering what they were at the moment.

"Now good lady it comes to you," said the man smiling.

"Uh, Jumbo Johnson," she let out.

It was definitely getting harder to think for Kyle. He sat back pushing his broadening chest forward in his tightening shirt. Muscles bulged beneath and pushed against the flimsy cloth. His pants tightened as his member elongated as if by his girlfriends request. He looked like he belonged in the gym not a law firm. Bulging biceps pulsed out with his wide shoulders. His mind drifted as he sat in the suddenly smaller chair. He looked over at his petite girlfriend. She never fucked him enough. And why not? She knew he had a big dick. She was so selfish. Thinking back to the game he found something that would probably make his girlfriend loosen up a bit.

"Heavy Hooters," he said as if in a dream.

Stacy was awash with an abundance of feelings. First was the attention she was getting. It was so, arousing. And why not? Looking down she saw her most prominent feature that had caught her boyfriends eye. Her large tits were tucked tightly into her formfitting dress. DD's weren't super big but they gave enough jiggle and skin to catch eyes. She squeezed them together between her arms producing a nice line of cleavage. Her bright dress fit closely to her showing off her nice rack and round bottom. Both of which she loved having used by her handsome boyfriend. His big meaty hands all over her making her feel tiny against his large form. Big muscles with and equally impressive package. Just thinking about it was getting her wet. She bit a plump lip as her hands moved slowly south. Her mind was on one thing. Kyle fucking her with his…

"Sexy Sausage," she nearly panted.

"A grand start to the third round!" announced the man. "Halfway through now."

Kyle was lost in his own world as another wave hit him. His professional clothes morphed into simpler things for his simpler mind. Across his now massive chest was a tight t-shirt with a local sports team on it. It allowed his muscles room to breath as they became ever larger. His pants drew up into a pair of spacious shorts. Well at least for a moment as his thighs gained more mass competing for room with his ever growing cock and balls. A prominent lump down his left leg as blood rushed into it. His girlfriend was trying to tease him or something. If he could have, he would have slammed her on the table and fucked her senseless. That would show her. He would impale her on his dick when they got home like he always did. Looking over at her, biting her lip and playing with her dress as she squeezed her tits at him was almost too much for him. Staring into the deep cleavage he felt compelled to vocalize the object of his fascination.

"Fat Funbags," Kyle finally grunted out.

Staci lurched forward as Kyle leered at her tits. She thrust her heavy knockers out in her tight minidress. They jiggled as she leaned into the table. Her hands found the hem of her short dress as she reached a delicately manicured finger underneath. It was pulled tight across her crotch as her thickening ass swelled into the seat. Big ass on wide hips that went into a slim waist and then ballooned into sensitive wobbly G cups with fat hard nipples. If anyone cared to look above that masterpiece they would see her pouty red lips, longing to be used framed by her sandy shoulder length hair with blond highlights. Her body was positively electric. She nearly came as her nipples pressed into the table. The fog in her mind thickened as she panted. She traced her clit with one finger outside her soaked thong. She felt so empty. She wanted to just fuck herself right there. Bringing her other hand up she inserted a finger into her plush mouth and sucked diligently on it. The sensation on her lips was fantastic, causing her to moan as she twirled her tongue around her finger. "Just like a cock," she thought. She would really like to get fucked now. She leaned back in her chair arching her back thrusting her fat tits out and pulling her finger out of her mouth. She forgot her boyfriend was there, and he could fuck her! She was so ditzy sometimes. She looked over at him, bulging out of his clothes. She slowly scanned down his swollen body till she arived at his ill fitting shorts. Her mouth watered as she imagined what lay beneath. It was, like, probably his…

"Huge Hardon"

Kyle hardly felt his clothes get tighter as he stared at his girlfriends tits. The shirt constricted his top as it clearly showed the defined muscles beneath that were trying to vacate the premises. He flexed as he adjusted in the too small chair, hearing the stitching creak. "Just showing off more of the goods," he thought. Further down his shorts were becoming insufficient. His fat dick swelled in it making a massive bulge as his balls thrust it upward. That combined with the blood rushing from his brain down south made his dick nearly stretch beyond the confines of his shorts. His brain became more muddled as his body expanded. As far gone as he was, he could still detect something was off. Something wasn't normal. He tried to remember if his cock was always that big. He brushed it off. Cocks don't just get that huge for no reason. If his cock did have a reason though, it would likely be that bangin' chick in front of him. She thrust her dumb tits at him as her swollen dick suckers mimicked a sucking motion as she stared at his throbbing package. It was so hard to think! His dick was so hard and his dumb girlfriend wanted to fuck obviously. He was getting distracted. And who wouldn't be when a chick like her had…

"Massive Melons."

Staci saw stars. She wasn't even paying attention to what Kyle said. Her dress shifted as her body swelled. Fat lewd tits swelled into what was now her halter top. Leaning back into her seat they grazed the table in front of her. Turgid, angry nipples pointed at anyone in front of her through her custom J cup bra. She felt them pull her forward into her boyfriend's lap. As she leaned in her fat tits spread across his massively muscled thigh. Her eyes glued on her prize she ran her long fingernails down the long bulge in his shorts. She breathed in his strong manly musk. She could smell cock. Her ass thrust alarmingly into a too small miniskirt. The bulging swells of her cheeks escaped the top of it as she leaned forward, bringing with them her thin g-string as it rode high on her ample hips. Thickened thighs pushed together by the tiny garment sloshed with her juices as she tried to fit her hand under to play with her clitty. Struggling for some release she mouthed the head of his cock through his shorts as she stroked the rest of his shaft. Her body seemed to be trying to keep up an effort to try and overwhelm him. She moaned as she tried to fellate him into fucking her somehow. She needed it so bad. She rubbed her titties on his leg, stabbing him with her nipples, as she slurped on his shorts. Suddenly she was lifted up. Kyle had grabbed her by her blond hair and pulled her up. Blankly she stared up at him wondering why he would stop her from trying to suck his…

"Fat Fuckstick," Staci moaned with lust.

Kyle tried getting his bimbo off his dick while in public but suddenly he exploded. His shirt tore off him as it reformed into a white muscle shirt made of elastic to try and contain his mass when he was at the gym or fucking his girlfriend stupid. His torso bulged as pecs and shoulders became chiseled masses of fucking. Biceps nearly the size of his head had nothing to restrain them finally. His six pack pressed into the top as it lead to a, believe it or not, less fitting article of clothing. His shorts had become extremely cramped as his balls swelled mercilessly, providing his cock with enough cum to keep up with his new stamina. His cock however was running out of room. It's girth pushed back into his sack as it competed for space, leaking down his leg. Slithering forward it nearly fell out of his pant leg. After what his girlfriend had done to it he was fully hard right now. Looking up at her needy confused face she drooled onto his shorts as she licked her fat lips vapidly. Part of him was happy to see her desperate to suck him off. He had been worried about something, but it seemed to fade. Holding her up by her blond hair, her fat tits still pressed into his thigh a good foot below. She really did have some…

"Big Boobies," he said dumbly.

Staci came hard as she fell back onto Kyle's lap. She drenched the chair in girlcum as her panties disappeared. Reshaping around her ass, the miniskirt turned into a metallic yellow pair of micro shorts. Even though they were micro, her ass did everything it could to make them look smaller. The swells of her backside pulsed larger as her asscrack consumed the tiny thing. Her hips widened with her luscious thighs as they thrust into the chair and overhung both sides of it. She squealed as her lips made contact with the bulbous tip of his cock. Swelling even further, talking with them had become a secondary use for them. The primary she demonstrated as she pulled back his shorts and took his fat member into her mouth. Then she was thrust up once again, his cock leaving her with a 'POP' as Kyle grunted. Her cocksmothering jugs filled beneath her lifting her up surrounded by platinum hair. Struggling to sit up so she could see them, they quivered in her top as they bounced against each other. Her tiny halter shrank even further into a tubetop that was the only thing supporting her braless LL cups as they bulged out the top and bottom of the poor thin ring of fabric. She sat back just watching her heavy jugs wobble. She was drawn from her entranced state as she heard a slow clap. Across the table was the strange man smiling and giving them a round of applause.

"Congratulations, you won. I salute you," he said as he stood up.

Covering his dick up, Kyle looked at the man puzzled, "Uh, what did we win?"

"An easier life and enough gifts to make your home life much better," he said gesturing to the bags below. The bags had been replaced with new ones and all of them filled to the brim with sex toys and sexy clothes, mostly for Staci.

Looking at the bags Staci nearly burst from her tiny confines. "Omigawd! We got, wike, these totes cute cwothes and diwdos!" she lisped through her swollen lips as she jumped into her boyfriends lap straddling him as she smashed her voluminous tits into his chest, nearly concealing it with soft flesh. "When we get home can we fawk?" she asked grinding into his hypersensitive missile.

He grunted hard at her ministrations. "Ya babe, but first you're gonna suck me off in the car," he said with a smirk, palming her fat ass.

"Oh goodie! I wove your cawk baby," she confessed standing up off of him, but not before dragging her titties across his face.

Looking around Kyle didn't see that strange guy. In fact as he thought about it, it was getting hard to remember the guy was ever there at all. Shrugging he stood up in his too tight shorts as he grabbed all the bags his hot bimbo girlfriend had scored today. He was going to have fun fucking her in all this stuff then ripping it off her only to buy more again. It was fine. All the money they got from fucking on their webcam paid for it. Getting paid to fuck her was great, his life was so simple he loved it. Staci yelped as he grabbed a handful of booty as he guided her out of the mall. She just thrust her funbags out so he could see down her top better as she tittered in 5 inch heels next to him. She was going to get cock soon and she needed it to be super hard for her.

The stranger watched from a distance as the couple left happily. He had done his good deed for the day. He could have done it to the whole mall, but it was more fun to make a game of it. Not that he hadn't done it to an entire mall before. He looked at the clueless people about him as he let people be aware of him again. Maybe he should call it a day and head home before he gets himself anymore worked up.

"Excuse me sir. What phone carrier do you have?" a lively young lady asked next to a kiosk. He hated those people. Too late I guess.

Turning with a smile to the lady he simply asked, "How about we play a game?"

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bmbochangetales · 4 days ago

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Stranger Reading

A nice quiet afternoon. And where else to find one than the local library? Relaxing with a good book was always something that is underestimated. Even in this day and age where a good amount of literature can be found on the internet, there were still a surprising amount of people there. Likely due to the local university as most of the patrons seemed to be around that age. The stranger browsed through the isles deciding on the history section. Not many students were fond of the "boring" history section as it was mostly empty, save a pair of girls at the end of the isle chatting not so hushedly. Our stranger moved in closer as he perused the books.

"I don't think I could have chosen a lamer topic for my report," said the shorter brunette.

Looking up at her friend, the lanky tall girl with raven hair pulled a book from the shelf. "It's not that bad. Medieval times has knights and princesses and all the fairytale stuff."

"Amy, are you telling me you'd rather be here than with Josh or at a party?" asked the bored girl.

"Well of course I would but we have to finish this before next Friday," Amy insisted.

Looking at her friend with a smirk, "Well it has to be done but who said we had to do it?"

"You are not saying what I think you are. I'm not getting kicked out over a report Lisa!" Amy almost shouted.

Lisa brought her finger to her lips, "Shhhh! No one needs to know but us. We just have to get someone to do it for us."

"And how do we go about that? I'm not paying anyone, I'm already broke," Amy asked.

"Boys of course! A little flirting with some book nerd virgins here and we'll be set. We just lead them on and they'll do what we ask like lost puppies," Lisa proposed.

"I don't know. I don't think it'll work. I mean we aren't exactly cheerleaders here," Amy said gesturing to her thin body.

"Don't worry. Look at those guys over there. They don't look like they've ever talked to a girl before. It'll be easy," she said making her way over to the table.

Some people had no respect for the past or the advancement of knowledge. These girls were living proof of it. This put the stranger in a more mischievous mood. Today they would learn. They would all learn. Lisa slinked up to the table with her friend where two well dressed and seemingly knowledgeable boys sat with books open. Before she opened her mouth a wave passed through the building, pushing through them and passing briefly. Everyone's eyes unfocused for a bit and they shook their heads to clear the blurriness. Feeling better Lisa proceeded with her plan.

"Hey boys, whatcha doing? Can we join you?" she asked leaning over with her hands behind her back to thrust out her meager B cups towards the boys in a standard t-shirt that showed not a hint of skin.

Flustered the two turned to the girls. Both boys had a similarly scrawny build and varying degrees of acne. Both wore polo shirts buttoned up and dress slacks. They were indeed prime material for Lisa's trap. Not particularly skilled with the ladies but more so with school. They exchanged a look before the one with glasses responded.

"Umm, yeah. We're just studying for school," he stammered out.

"Great! I'm Lisa and this is Amy. We were doing a report and saw you smart looking guys and thought maybe you could help us," Lisa said taking a seat next to the boy that spoke.

"I'm Terry and that's Richard," said the spectacled young man gesturing to himself and his friend nervously.

"So will you boys help us out? It's just so hard to figure this stuff out," Amy said with a mock pout.

Richard looked at his friend then back to the girls. "Sure we'll do it. What is your report on?"

Amy piped up from behind her friend, "It's, like, about medieval times and stuff."

"Ok well we'll go find some books to help," Terry said as he and Richard stood up, their shirts a little tighter than before.

"Oh goodie! Thank you guys so much. We totally owe you," Lisa said as she watched the boys leave.

They didn't look all that unattractive now that she got a good look at them. She adjusted her pinching bra as she turned to Amy who was fidgeting behind her, rubbing her hands together and staring off lost with pouty lips. "This is going so well Ames. We'll have this done in no time and still have time to party!"

Back in the book isle Terry and Richard set off in disbelief of what just happened.

"Man did you see those girls? They were all over us," said Richard as he followed Terry.

"I know man. That short one was really hitting on me," Terry said undoing a button from his tight collar.

"Then I get that tall girl. She was kinda cute in a shy way," Richard claimed. "I bet she's wild in the sack."

Terry looked through the books as his mind foggily drifted to the girls. He wouldn't mind banging those chicks even if they were a little plain looking. His face was much clearer than before increasing his overall attractiveness. His thicker neck was leading down into a more athletic looking body than it was before. Turning toward Rich he saw much the same physique on his friend. Both had on a white t-shirt with the university sports team logo on it and jeans. They obviously were physically active, probably why those chicks came over to them. Solid pecks could be seen through their shirts and bulky biceps were filling the sleeves. Reaching up with a meaty arm Terry pulled down a book.

"Uh, dude? When did this medieval stuff happen?" Terry asked as he turned to Rich.

"Fuck if I know man. Just look at the covers till one looks right," Rich shrugged as he started pulling books down. Terry followed suit pulling random books down and discarding the unworthy ones to the floor.

Lisa was applying lip gloss on her more prominent lips as Amy paced behind her in her 3 inch heels.

"Just relax Amy. When they get back we'll totes have this in the bag," Lisa said placing her lip gloss into a purse she didn't know she hadn't had a moment before. She sat in her seat with her legs crossed and chest thrust out in perfect posture to show off her attributes best. Lisa was shorter than Amy and a little thicker. Wide hips stretched her shorts as thick thighs and ass filled it. Her perky D cups gave her enough bouncy cleavage in her halter top to show the boys. Amy on the other hand was a broom stick on heels. Thinner hips on long legs in jeans with a thin torso hidden by a babydoll t-shirt. She had a worried pout as her blond streaked hair framed her face.

"But, like, what if we get caught? I don't wanna get kicked out of school," Amy whined.

"Silly, we're not gonna get caught. Those boys are totally smart and they'll figure it out. Then maybe they'll fuck us," Lisa added with a smile.

Amy wasn't the smartest but something sounded odd about this. She tried to think of a reason why as she glanced over at the isle the boys went into. At the end of the isle there was was someone or something she couldn't quite make out. A shadow of sorts. As she tried to focus on it, it became blurrier as her mind became more hazy. Feeling a bit dizzy she fell back into the table next to Lisa with a bounce. Looking down she saw her fat F cups titties wobbling in her lime green dress bulging over her tight bra. Chunky nipples dented the fabric as sizable cleavage was visible from the plunging neckline as it tapered into her thin waist and meatier hips. A cute bubble butt thrust into the table and led down to long, smooth, defined legs capped with dainty feet in 4 inch platform heels.

"Omigawd you are such a klutz Ames. I swear if you were any more boob you'd, like, fall over," Lisa said looking at her friend.

"It's not my fault they got so big. It's really had to, like, focus and stuff," Amy said trying to stand back up.

"That's why we got these boys to help us silly. Just show your boobies and they'll think for us!" she reasoned to her friend.

"Omigawd you are so smart Lisa. I bet they'll totes let you suck their cock," Amy said as both girls spaced out thinking about the cock waiting for them as their clothes seemed tighter.

"Dammit man. This shits hard," Terry said dropping another book into the pile at his feet. His clothes were tight on his swollen muscles much like Rich's. Looking down his jeans were packed tight with his thick cock being pressed into the fabric. He couldn't wait to get back to those chicks but first he had to find a book. "All these are so boring."

Rich was digging through his row, dumping books on the ground. "I know man. These chicks better put out for all this," he reasoned as he tossed another book. Feeling like he was being watched Rich glanced over at the end of the isle. He caught a glimpse of something that he couldn't make out. Suddenly he became dizzy as he braced himself against the shelf. Looking over he saw Terry doing the same. With an involuntary lurch he leaned back as his body swelled larger stretching his ill fitting clothes. In pulses his chest pushed forward into the flimsy shirt as his neck and arms pushed against the fabric causing it to creak. Hard well defined muscles were pressed against the article as his body bulked up into something that was closer to a professional body builder. His legs enhanced as they competed for space with his growing cock as it tried to free itself from it's confines. A tearing noise was heard coming from Terry as his shirt tore down the front and at his sleeves. With a shimmer his top reformed into a still tight tank top as his bulging shoulders braced him on the shelf. With a meaty hand Terry grabbed at his head, knocking his glasses off. They fell and impacted with the books below shattering into dust as they vaporized. Rich watched his friend beef up as his own clothes adjusted. His shirt became less constrictive as it turned to a spandex material, ideal for working out. His jeans billowed as they rose becoming more spacious shorts with a still very large bulge. As the changes subsided his friend looked up at him confused.

"Uh, what're we doin' Dick?" he asked.

Shaking his head to clear the fog, Dick looked at all the books around. "Dude we were s'posta get some dumb book for those chicks. Fuck that Tank, lets get out of here," Dick said turning back the way they came. The two hulking men wandered back to the table, scratching their prominent bulges in anticipation.

Amy was kinda dumb but she was fun to make out with. Both girls had occupied themselves since they'd been left alone. Lisa had gotten horny watching Amy bounce around and proposed they make out till the boys got back. Amy dumbly agreed and was currently mounted by Lisa on her chair. Amy's thick fat lips sucked on Lisa's as they groped each other needingly. Lisa's smaller F cups bulged out of her halter and into Amy's fat HH's that strained her minidress as Lisa pulled at her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric. Long bronzed legs were exposed beneath Liza as she straddled her friend causing her miniskirt to lift up and show her thin lycra g-string and her very large ass as she thrust it back into Amy's frisky hands. Both girls moaned and dripped as they played with each others bodies. A loud slap echoed as Lisa's ass jiggled violently causing the girl to yelp as she looked back. Both girls sat with mouths agape at the towering pillars of man meat before them.

Gripping a massive ass cheek Tank smirked, "Hey babes. Lets get outta here and have some fun." Dick stood up next to his friend, creating a wall of muscle.

Lisa pushed back into Tank's hand as she slowly stood up and leaned into him. "Like, I bet you're bunches of fun," she said tracing a hand down his well muscled torso with a long pink nail till she came to his bulge in his pants. He only grunted and slapped her ass again in response.

Amy stood up in her tiny minidress and 5 inch spike heels and tried to balance her fat jugs out in front of her as she bounced over to Dick, falling onto his broad chest. "So umm, Richy. You're, like, really big," Amy said rubbing her tits into him and playing with her platinum hair.

"Name's Dick," he said thrusting his bulge into her stomach through his shorts. "I am big but so are you babe," Dick chuckled as he palmed one of her fat tits causing her to moan.

Bimbo's in hand the guys high fived as they turned toward the door. They briefly wondered why it had taken so long for them to pick up these chicks and why they were at the library in the first place. They were going to fuck what was left of these girls brains out as dumped what was left of their brains out of their balls. A wave released them as they were let loose into the world.

Nick sat in the back of the library trying to be left alone as he read over the summary of a short novel. The library wasn't really anymore crowded than usual but it seemed a bit louder for some reason. Brushing it off he went to put back several books he'd picked up to skim over. The science fiction section was empty except for him as he navigated his way. Walking down one of the isles he saw a book sticking out that he didn't notice before. It had a bright and colorful cover that drew his eye and he found it odd that he had passed it before and not seen it. Walking over instead of putting it back he instead pulled it from the shelf. He was confused as he looked at the cover. "The Perfect Bimbo" it read. The book was not very long but very colorful with a bright pink cover that had a very well endowed woman on the front blowing a kiss at him. It must have been a prank or something. There was no way the library would have a book like that, especially in the science fiction section. As he looked at it though, he found himself a bit turned on. The girl was quite attractive. Wondering what her lips would feel like on his… He had to turn this in to the front desk.

Nick made his way to the front of the building but his eyes kept wandering to the cover. He could almost see her tits bounce as he walked. She was a real bimbo. Long blond hair, thick DSL's, massive tits and a big ass all wrapped up in slutty pink spandex. He grunted as he grabbed his hardening dick through his pants. God this was getting him horny. He kept walking as he the book seemed to concern him less and tent his pants more. He made it to the end of science fiction and he realized he was fully hard. Looking down across his swollen chest he saw a bulge below. Stroking his dick with one hand through his pants and staring at the book in the other, it felt like his dick was getting bigger even though it couldn't get harder. It was getting harder to think. He slowly made his way forward as he publicly fondled himself. Looking at a table across the way, two hot chicks where making out, both about as bimbo-y as the girl on the book he had. Off to the side he saw some big jock bending a busty redhead over a table before he ducked into the biography section.

His dick was aching in his tight compression shorts. Large swollen balls bulged around his thick shaft. His tight torn t-shirt resisted against his hardening form as his expanded mass continued forward. He held onto the book looking at. It aroused him: the color, the girl, he needed it. The odd thing was he had no idea what it said. The words on the front meant nothing to him, only the picture. His shorts were now nearly transparent as his lengthened member pushed into it relentlessly. His fat balls pulsed with a dull throb at the same rate as the throb in his brain. Each time he thought to resist, his balls filled. Nick stopped and leaned on a shelf to catch his breath, knocking several books off. His expansive mass stretching his shirt with each breath. He dropped his book finally as he staggered down the next isle only to be met by a girl even more exaggerated than the one on the book.

What could loosely be described as clothes were pushed aside as she lay on her back pleasuring herself. A small pink skirt was hiked up around her waist and an even briefer pair of panties dangled at the end of a high heel as she spread her legs wide. Thick pillowy thighs formed into a plump jiggling ass as she thrust into herself. She had a toned waist if any could actually see it underneath her dominating huge chest balloons. They covered her whole chest and, if she sat up, there was no doubt they would rest in her lap heavily. One of the massive orbs was till contained in some sort of tube top as the other bounced around chaotically with it's thick swollen nipple pointing angrily at the surrounding books. So bloated they were, that Nick couldn't even see her face. The fattest cock suckers he would have ever seen mouthed reflexively at a ghost cock as her empty hole waited for something to suck on. Platinum pigtails fell beneath her and gave her the necessary bimbo handlebars to keep her fuckable form planted on a cock.

Nick's cock twitched at the sight before him. A perfect specimen to fuck. The perfect bimbo. He attempted to pull down the band of his shorts but the added pressure just caused them to rip open. His forearm sized dick shot forward and his painfully full balls dropped out with a sloshing noise. Bending down in front of her he got ready to position his fat cock into her. Her fat bouncy tits slapped together as he slid his dick against her wet pussy for lubrication. As he pushed over her clit she gasped and shuddered as she came, sending her body into a fit of jiggles. This thrust his throbbing member into her waiting cleavage and sent Nick over the edge. He came harder than every time he ever had, all at once. Grapefruit sized balls emptied into her titty crack with such force and magnitude, her chin and face became spattered as it overflowed. His muscled chest pressed into her jugs as he convulsed on top of her, smashing her tits like pumpkin sized bean bag chairs. Leaning over he could finally see her vapid face as he came down from his super orgasm. She seemed to realize a man was near her and beamed with delight.

"Omigawd! Are you, wike, gonna fawk me?" she barely managed through her swollen fucklips. Nick didn't answer with words. He only pulled back and readied his still hard missile at her entrance, then pushed into his waiting bimbo not noticing the book next to her he could no longer read.

One would think that a library would be quieter. And normally it would be. Samantha however wasn't in the mood to deal with troublemakers today. Librarians are always seen as uptight and she didn't feel like playing up to the stereotype as she sat behind the front desk. Blond hair tied back, she dressed rather conservatively to hide her larger D cup bust and shapely figure she tried to just get through the day. She was feeling weird and the day was almost over. As she went through the overdue books list a shadow came over her. Looking up she saw a rather busty redhead who looked out of place at a library. Her blouse was maintaining a struggle to hold back her tits that, from her view, may have been bigger than her own. Curly red hair fell around her face as she placed her tits onto the counter for support as she held a book in her hands. The girl looked equally lost and dumb.

"Your card," Samantha said in a monotone voice at the girl.

Looking nervous the girl shifted a bit. "Umm, I don't, like, want this book. I found it," the girls said handing her the book. That was quite the odd statement to hear. Someone turning a book in because they found it, in a library. She eyed the girl suspiciously as she retrieved the book. Looking at it she could see why the girl had brought it to her. The cover had a massive man on the front that would make a Chip 'N Dale dancer blush. Bulging muscles and a too small pair of shorts that struggled to contain what looked like a small animal.

"My Perfect Hunk," Samantha almost whispered as she read the title. She looked up at the confused girl. Though it would likely be a book up that girls alley, it wasn't something she thought the library would carry. "Thanks, I'll find where this goes," she reassured the girl. The redhead just smiled and stepped away from the counter. As her breasts slid from it they bounced heavily in the top causing her to lose a button which went unnoticed by the girl. She turned on her 4 inch heels and bounced off to some boy toy she had near the back as Samantha watched her ass bounce through her tight shorts.

Picking up a scanner she actually found a barcode on the book and scanned it. Oddly enough it was something they did carry. The index code though was giving her a location in science fiction though. This day was full of surprises. Standing up she adjusted her tight red blouse and knee length orange skirt. Science fiction was near the back and she made off with book in hand. Deciding to avoid people she went through the side isles. It was longer and she wouldn't likely be bothered. It also gave her time to mess with her top. Looking down she could actually see gaps in the buttons. Not everyone was gifted with G cups like her so she had a hard time shopping. Stopping to pull at her bra she found herself drawn to the book. Chiseled body and a big dick. She moaned thinking about finding a guy like that. She was starting to get hot now. Luckily no one was around to see her hard nipples as she traced the hot guy on the cover with a pink nail. Trying to focus again she shook herself from the totally cute guy and marched forward. She nearly tripped, forgetting she had been wearing her 5 inch stilettos. She was so ditzy sometimes. Each step she minced forward unable to take large steps due to her tight pink skirt that held her legs together. This caused her body to ooze sex. Wide hips swung which caused her ass to bounce in time with her tits as each step landed. Every step for Sammy was erotically painful. Her tits rubbed against the tight fitting top with every step. As she hit the end of the isle she lost two buttons on her top.

"Oh pooie," she pouted between thicker lips. That just meant more shopping later.

Sammy entered the biographies section as her arousal crept back on her again. Looking at the book again her mind got more foggy. It was getting hard to look at it as her tits blocked more of her vision. K cups strained her top as that last remaining buttons suffered with no bra to hold them back. She licked her lips as she stared at the cover, one hand snaking it's way down to her crotch. She was so horny her juices were dripping from her inadequate thong and onto the brown carpet below. Almost hypnotized she focused on the book until her finger found her clit. Hitting that sent her into a spiral. She bit on her swollen lower lip as she dropped to the floor landing on her knees and dropping the book. The force shattered the rest of her top as the material reformed into a bright pink tube top as her monstrous jugs surged forward again filling the new top to capacity. Her skirt shrank even further as she pulled it up to better access her pussy. She brought her unused hand up to her mouth and started sucking on her fingers in desperate need as her lips bloated further around them. She leaned back as she dove three fingers into her lower parts causing one of her heaving chest mountains to pop out of her top. Her blond hair whipped about in their pigtails as she fucked herself vigorously. Finally the hefty weight was to much and she toppled back with a thud as her new body jiggled. Pulling her hand from her needy mouth she used it to help remove her obstructive thong. She slid it down her legs leaving it hanging from her shoe as her ass thrust into the carpet, helping prop her pussy up for easy access. Now she could get some work done! She pumped her fingers fast as she felt a climax coming.

"Gotta cum… gotta cum… gotta cum weal hard!" she lisped. "Uhngg!" Sammy came with the force of a hurricane. With it, any knowledge of any books she was surrounded by vaporized. Fat tits wobbled as they slapped her face with each shudder of her pussy. She felt like a million bucks as she lazily fingerfucked herself out of reflex. Catching her breath she looked over at the book she was carrying earlier. Just thinking about that guy got her going again, then suddenly she felt something hard rub her clit and she came again. Abruptly there was something jammed in her tits and with a mighty blast cum erupted from them. Her funbags oozed jism that leaked all over her as she saw a goliath of a man lean over her spasming dumbly into her tits. Looking up at him she realized she found her perfect hunk.

Sitting peacefully in plush chair, reading a book was a truly relaxing way for Melissa to relax on her day off. A middle aged mother of two hardly had time to herself these days. A modest and average looking woman, she often lost herself in steamy romance novels, imagining herself in them instead. Her blandly plain "mom clothes" likely wouldn't put her in a position to recreate them either. Basic jeans and a white blouse clung to her frumpy body that she had started to let go. Messy brown hair pulled back into a hairband gave full view of her slightly chunky face. She didn't even give a thought to the college aged boy who sat two seats over that seemed to be cramming for some exams most likely. Eagerly she made her way through her book awaiting the juicy parts to come.

As she turned the page a strange wave washed over her. Her eyes unfocused for a moment as she brought her hand up and pinched the bridge of her nose. Clarity coming back to her she looked around. She was still alone except the college boy who appeared to be having the same problem as he leaned forward wiping his eyes. Looking at him, Melissa thought he was a little cute. Definitely too young for her though. Clearing the thoughts from her head she recrossed her legs, feeling the smooth skin rub together exposed from her jean shorts all the way down to her cute shoes with a 1 inch heel. Pulling her book back up to read her arms pressed her apple sized breasts together, creating a line a cleavage in her v-neck blouse. She loved reading romance novels. Well some were kind of more trashy than romance. She usually skimmed through till she got to the part where they started fucking. She flipped through the pages lazily as she looked for the more "action" oriented parts. As she turned the pages her vision soon became impaired as her curly brown hair fell over her eyes.

Dropping her book in her lap for a moment Mels parted her hair to the side so she could see. Her glossy brown curls were just one of the signs that she made an effort to look good. Older than the local college girls, Mels had to keep up her appearance so she could stand a chance at getting a date, or fuck. Just because she had to kids didn't mean she had to have a boring life. She worked out and made sure that her boy-toys kept her energy up. And boy-toys they were. She loved younger men. It was so sexy to find a young stud that wanted to fuck her more mature body rather than some tiny young tarts. She wasn't a little girl, she had much larger womanly charms. Her wide hips from childbirth set a foundation for her bubbly ass that barely hid under her stretchy black skirt. If that didn't get the boys then her cougar sized cantaloupes would. The boys that thought a cheerleader with D cups was big were often dumbfounded by her cock gobbling G cups. Not that one would stay there for long with her thick often red painted lips so close by. It was a wonder that with a body like hers that she didn't have more kids. Any time her son brought home a friend she would spend her time teasing him, or even her daughters boyfriends. The perks of having kids in high school, and also having kids while in high school. It wasn't long before her junior year started and she got knocked up by the varsity quarterback. She would have likely gotten kicked out for her poor grades had she not been caught with half the football team. At once. Having not cared for education or reading it would be thought very odd that she would be in a library of all places. Well the library had two things. Young men and her favorite porn mags. Looking down over the crest of her tits she lifted her magazine from her lap. "Cawkz" wasn't about reading so much as looking at all the oiled and nude men with some rather large equipment. Mels squirmed in her seat, rubbing her thick thighs together and biting her lower lip as she flipped through the pages.

Often when she came here she would try and get off a couple times before picking up guys. As Mels delicately manicured hand made its way beneath her skirt she looked up from the rippling muscles on the paper and over to the college boy not far away. He was really cute and a bit familiar. His muscles pushed his t-shirt out and his large legs were spread apart in their shorts as he sat. If only she was across from him she could see his package. She bet it was big. Most notably though was he was looking at her, well mostly her tits. Not exactly something that happened rarely, she leaned forward a bit, giving him an eyeful of cleavage as her tits bulged out the neck of her yellow stretchy top. With a grunt the stud rose from his seat, towering in stature and made his way over. His clothes hugged his form as hours of gym work, as opposed to school work, was being showcased. Not to mention something that doesn't come from the gym. The taught bulge in the front of his pants. His shorts did little to conceal the outline of his most massive and delicious parts. Her eyes locked so intently that she didn't realize he was now stood in front of her, ogling her plush form. Short quick gasps escaped her mouth as she panted. From his side was a rustling. In his large hand he brought up a magazine he'd been reading. Well "reading" not as accurate as leering. It was open to a two page spread. In the corner was the stamp "Bewbz" denoting the title of the magazine. It shimmered as the stud spoke.

"Uh, hey babe. This you?" he asked hopefully, eyes still locked on her tits.

Tearing her eyes from his packed crotch Mels saw a familiar picture. A two page spread of a woman that needed two pages. Fat tits exploded from the woman’s chest and rested on her thighs as her wide ass propped her up even as she straddled a large dildo buried in her. Long brown curls framed her swollen lips as her tongue dragged across them having nothing else to play with. In the top corner in fancy cursive was written "Melons Exclusive".

Looking down was a landscape of tit flesh. That was Melons alright. Milfy Melons in some publications. It was hard not to be noticed with a body like that. Her top could have been mistaken for a spare tire had it not been leopard print. She liked playing to the cougar stereotype sometimes. Fat jugs in animal print screamed "I want to fuck". It didn't hurt that she often was on the cusp of falling out either, or that her large rear snuck out to play when she bent over, usually unnecessarily. She wasn't shy. As a premier fat tit model she got to do it all the time for magazines like "Bewbz". It's about all she was good at aside from fucking. Since she never finished school and was always looking for young dick, she didn't really develop many other skills. High school jocks to babysitters to neighborhood boys she had her pick. Posing in dirty magazines that boys steal to read when their parents aren't home only helped make the fantasy woman she had become to them all the more fuckable when she asked it they had "ever fucked titties this big sweetie?"

Now her kids were in college and she was in no shortage of cock. Not that her kids were any smarter than her. They mostly partied as mommy put them through with her modeling. Her son Chad was a football star like his father but about as smart as a goalpost which ironically was his nickname with the girls. Well endowed as he was, he had many friends from college that were fucking her after the games as much as Chad was the cheerleaders. Speaking of cheerleaders, her daughter Cassy was one being a year younger than her brother. And if she could find a babysitter for the night. She was on the same track as her mom in high school after luring boys in with her bouncy cheer tits. After meeting the boy that knocked her daughter up, she fucked him till she passed out from cumming with his cock in her ass. Her daughter picked a good one.

Now here she was, wedged in her chair clearly meant for a woman not so "bountiful". She thrust her trademark tits out as if they were a landing strip for dick to land if this studs shorts were to burst. It took everything she had to look him in the eyes.

"Like, totally. How many girls got titties this big?" she said giving them a wobble for emphasis.

He stood enraptured as they jiggled before him. Melons could practically see his cock twitch. It reminded her of her magazine. Still gripping it in her hand she brought it over her tits horizon. In nude glory with a a dick that could be used to hammer nails into wood, was the stud standing before her. In bold letters read the name "Buck". Letting the magazine fall to the floor she leaned forward and dropped to her knees, smashing her fat boy catchers into his strong muscled thigh.

"Oh! Em! Gee! You're, like, Big Dick Buck! You feel bigger than the pictures," she said as she traced the outline in his shorts with her nails.

Reveling in the attention he was getting down below, he could almost feel his shorts get tighter as she said his name.

"That's cuz pictures are tiny. I ain't tiny," he muttered as he tucked a thumb into his waist band and slowly lowered them.

Slowly his thick shaft came into view as Melons drooled in anticipation. Suddenly Bucks crotch appeared to throb as his balls swelled up larger, pushing his dick out of the cramped space and landing his plum sized head right between two open and waiting lips. Out of reflex she took as much of his swollen girth into her mouth as she could. She bobbed vigilantly on him, causing his massive testes to dislodge from their confines and bounce heavily on her gargantuan cougar cushions. The biggest of "Cawks" and "Bewbs" were about to suck and fuck each others brains out. Melons couldn't wait to have his fat balls slapping against her big ass as he pounded her so hard she mashed her mammoth titties into his vast sculpted chest from being filled to the brim with cock. All she could manage right now though was to drool and moan on the fat tool as Buck started to thrust deeper into her waiting throat causing her udders to fall out of her top. Again.

Looking around at the controlled chaos he made, the stranger was pleased overall. These people would enjoy his special books indeed. He made his way to the exit as he cleaned up a few loose ends. A boy standing nearby who had been ogling the hot girls remained unchanged as he hadn't bothered getting any books. With a wave of his hand the boy doubled over grabbing his crotch. His cock became rock hard as he started to cum in his pants. With each violent blast his balls dumped, his brain emptied and his muscles expanded. He convulsed on the floor hunched over as his clothes tore off him as he grunted hard with each spurt. He grabbed his belt with his newly enhanced hands and ripped his belt in half along with the front of his pants. Flexing his muscles involuntarily his now huge cock erupted from it's confines propped up on massive swollen balls as he continued to empty them onto the floor in front of him. A shaking pile of testosterone with only one head to think with, he was no longer a threat. The man began stroking himself to another brain numbing orgasm as the stranger moved on.

A couple embraced near the door terrified as they watched the man transform. The stranger walked past them and out the door quietly as they stood in shock. They looked around at the orgy that was happening and slowly turned to leave. Before they could though the door opened and the stranger poked his head in.

"Oh yes. I almost forgot. You two. You don't get away," he said retreating back outside.

The couple looked at each other worried. Suddenly the boy broke from his embrace and put his hands on the girls shoulders forcing her down. Confused she followed his guidance as she became eye level with his crotch as he had a bulge forming. Instinctively she opened his pants causing his fat dick to rise up and slap her in the face. She looked up at him pleadingly as his member bobbed in front of her. The boy then firmly grabbed the back of her head and shoved her onto him. The girl thrust him deep into her throat and then fell back gasping for air. She looked up at her strong man as he took his smaller shirt off. Looking down he grabbed her hair and started to fuck her face forcefully. She slurped on his dick willingly as her tits swelled in her blouse. Fat whoppers bounced against his legs as she pleasured him. His fat dick swelled in her mouth with every thrust. Finally his climax hit pumping her full of his cum as his body swelled larger. The moment his cum hit her she exploded from her clothes. Her ass tore her jeans in half as her tits rose to make standing a daunting task. Fat lips thickened and locked on his prick so she wouldn't miss a drop. Even after the ripped meat head was done pumping into her, she still tried to milk his cock for more while playing with her chunky nipples. With a 'pop' and a giggle she let his dick fall from her freshly fucked hole and fell onto her back, sending her now bloated hooters to smack her dumbly in her face as she spread her thick legs, exposing her dripping sex through the tear in her overtaxed pants. Still hard, her boyfriend or whatever he was just dropped to his knees as he took the opportunity to continue fucking. They didn't remember why they were there, in a place of books when reading was a bit beyond them, or how they had even been before.

Outside the stranger wandered down the sidewalk with a hop in his step. He got some reading done and some practice on a larger scale. It felt good to stretch those muscles every once and a while. He made his way home thinking about how he should entertain himself tomorrow. Maybe he should sleep on it. Tomorrow could very well be a big day.

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