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WARNING: This story has quite a few fetishes which may not be appealing to all readers. These include: Lust/hate dynamic, bbw/feeder fetishism, toxic relationships, aggressive semi-violent sex. Written by me.
Picture a character loosely similar to Lara Ravencroft by Dullvivid, who was partial inspiration for this story. Picture attached.
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You hate that she has this control over you. Here you are, 1:30am, $4.50 in the bank, almost out of fuel, 2 days til payday, and driving half an hour with $30 of McDonalds in the seat next to you. You roll up at the door of the rundown sharehouse and send her a message saying you're here. Five minutes pass. Unread. Did she fall asleep again? That bitch begged you to go get food for her, and yet it would be so typical. Ridiculous that you ever thought you could change her. Why? She was like this long before you met her. You think about sneaking around the side to her window to knock on it but the little profile bubble bobs down to your message, and a few minutes later, the door opens.
"Heeey!" she half-whispers, sounding obviously drunk. You expected this but it still repulses you. You lift up the bag, a somewhat sullen look on your face.
"You got me McDonalds!" she grins.
"Yeah you asked me to." you respond.
"Did I?"
"Yeah, about half an hour ago."
"Oh yeah! Duh! Did you get me quarter pounders?"
"Yeah, two, like you asked. And the nuggets and fries."
"Mmm, my favorite. Thanks babe."
"Why do you call me that? We're not together."
"Oh, who cares? It's just cute. Babe. Give me a hug."
She doesn't have to ask twice. Already your boner is starting to show in your boxers as she opens her arms for an embrace, and her filthy tank top strains against her chest. Oh, man. Those jugs. They hang off her pale chest like basketballs, saggy and soft, but still full enough to have shape, all the way down to her broad hips. As her arms raise, the bottoms peak out of the dying elastic of the purple material and dared you to reach out right away and squeeze the fuck out of them. But you don't. You have self-control. That's what you tell yourself. Her monstrous nipples poke through the thin fabric like thumbs. You can basically make out the dark brown colour, the fabric is so worn. And she walks around in front of all her roommates like this? This fucking slut. The two guys, has she fucked both of them? The illusion she would be interested in a serious relationship died pretty fast after you met her. Not that you'd ever want that now. As she hugs you, her gigantic breasts, soft as silk, wrap around you like a pair of drastically overfilled water balloons as she hugs around your neck and you reach down to squeeze the small of her back. They're so heavy you wonder how she carries them so casually. Of course, she feels your boner poking into her soft belly.
"Hmm, someone's horny, hehehe." she giggles. As she breaks the hug, she grabs the McDonalds bag and wanders back to her room. She stumbles, wasted, and grabs onto the kitchen counter, her big ass hanging out of her black short shorts. From behind, sticking out substantially from her curvy frame, revealed by the tight-pulled tanktop, her breasts shudder and wobble like jello, slapping audibly against the counter before she sloppily corrects her gait and meanders into the bedroom, hips tipping side to side with each step. You follow her in the room and sit down on the chair by her office desk, which is loaded with junk. Beer cans, food wrapping, video game paraphernalia, sex toys, and her laptop. She flops down on the bed recklessly, her tits immediately splaying to the side, causing her top to ride up, and rolling over her arms for a moment from momentum, before settling back at their natural height and wobbling to and fro a bit as she adjusted. splayed out to the sides, they stretch the top almost fully transparent, the permanent stretchmarks in the middle going taught where the elastic has been worn out. If she wrapped her arms around those udders, she wouldn't get close to reaching her waist with her fingers. The bottom half of her globes are now squarely out of the shirt, with some of her enormous areolas poking out the bottom of the hem as well. Her fat gut is now fully visible. Despite only being chubby in the arms and waist, she's got a pretty significant belly, soft and doughy with a deep navel and a good 3 inch hang when she's standing up. It's no shock, she eats like a pig, and she does so now, pulling the first burger out and beginning to messily shove it into her gullet.
"Why do you always sit on my fucking office chair? You're such a fucking dork." She chides with a mouthful of food. She reaches for a beer and takes a big swig to down the burger.
"You said you were sober."
"Yeah, I basically was, like... an hour ago."
"You know the implication when I ask that question is that you're gonna stay sober."
"What the fuck are you even talking about?"
"Well I can't even have a proper conversation with you when you're drunk."
"Who cares? I knoooow what you want, babe." she grins devilishly, and slaps her right tit, sending a shockwave through the massive globe. You rolls your eyes, but you know she's right, and she knows she's right, and you hate her for it. This lazy cow, lying around all day. She never works. Gets all her money from welfare and the generosity of sad, pathetic men like you. It's not fair. She doesn't deserve this. It's cruel that she controls you so much, just because she has these impossible, ridiculous, monstrous tits that she just happened to be blessed with. That day you matched on Tinder, you almost had a heart attack. You looked at that pic of her in that little sequined dress, with these massive tits just spilling out like muffins in those little cups. And then, while you were panicking about what to say, for her to message you, and for you to discover that that photo was from 4 years ago at her high school prom, and that she'd only grown since then, it was enough to kill a man. From that point on, you didn't have any choice. No free will. It didn't matter how much you fought, you were always coming back when she called. She is now finishing the first fries and is on to the second burger. You remembered being grossed out the first time you saw how much she ate, that time you tried to go on a real date with her.
"Takes a lot to feed these babies" she said, and gave one of those monsters a squeeze. In a public restaurant. You were so embarrassed.
And yet, now, watching her stuff her face, crumbs, ketchup and mustard falling down her face and adding to the mess on her shirt, even that has become obscenely hot to you. You thought you weren't into fat chicks, just the tits, but that's changed. She burps loudly, and it's both gross and intensely arousing at once. Why is so much of your sexuality now tied into your hatred?
"Do you care about me at all?" you ask, sullenly, realizing you have been quiet for several minutes. She looks at you with that drunken, condescending look that pisses you off to know end.
"What the fuck? What kind of stupid question is that?"
You feel yourself going red.
"That's not an answer." you mumble. She rolls her eyes.
"Of course I do, dumbass." she chuckles. "Hey, grab me a beer,would you?" she asks, pointing to the minifridge.
"I'm not getting you another beer."
"Aww... you mad at me?" she mocks, before falling into a fit of giggles. She starts moving her hands all over her squishy body, sinking one into her tits while jiggling her fat belly with the other.
"You wouldn't stay mad with me would you? I'm so horny... I've been thinking about you all night..."
Your heart beats urgently as you watch her squeezing dozens of pounds of titfat with her hand. She begins lazily tugging on her gigantic nipple, stretching it out through the fabric and hardening it. With each tug, it shrinks back less than the time before, until it sticks out 2 full inches rather than the one inch of it's neighbour. You find yourself getting up and walking towards her, against your will.
"Fuck you." you mutter scornfully.
"If you want to, babe..." she slurs.
"Stop calling me babe." you grunt, as your hand sinks into the enormous flesh of her left breast and you place your left knee between her legs, sinking into the stack of 2 mattresses she calls a bed.
"Okay, Daddy." she whispers erotically while piercing you with her bright blue eyes, clear even in the dim light of the street lamp outside the window. That's done it. Your left hand goes to her collarbone and she moans in arousal as your right slides up the squishy surface, over the bumps of her dark areola, beneath the hem of the top, until your index and middle finger tighten around her huge, but comparitively unerect finger at the knuckle. The teat instantly responds to the stimulation as you squeeze and pull on it. She quietly yelps, your left hand pressed up to her neck.
"I want you in me, Daddy." she groans, sliding between low groans and high pitched sighs.
"Shut up, you little whore." you spit as your left hand moves to pull off your boxers. You recall how affectionate you were the night you met. How you ignored the mess, ignored the way she spoke, ignored everything, just saw her how you wanted to, as a beautiful angel who happened to have giant tits. She played into that, for a little bit. And yet now, she doesn't seem to mind that it's gone. Does she not care at all? Or does she prefer being this nasty little thing? Nothing more than a hole and a fat pair of udders. As you help pull her own shorts away, your cock is already bursting, and you waste no time in shoving it in that hot, wet pussy. Foreplay, what's that? She yelps again, and her fingers grab around the sides of her enormous teats, which splay around her like two small beanbags. She pulls them together the way you like them, creating a 20 inch stretch of cleavage between the two milky domes, her two dark nipples, closer to lipstick tubes than thimbles in shape and size, poked straight up at you, her shirt now ridden up all the way. You know the invitation and take one in your mouth. It is so rubbery and solid, and she makes a high pitched noise under her breath, trying not to wake up her roommates. You pump repeatedly into her, causing the tits to undulate up and down between her arms, the one not in your mouth sliding up rythmically onto her face. You could suffocate her with them right here and now.
"I bet you wear this top in front of your roommates, don't you, you little slut?"
"Uh huh. Not just them. I wear it when I go out to get food too. Always makes me wet seeing random guys get hard over me." she mocks. You slam your cock into her, and she gives off a stifled scream.
"That's all you're good for, you fat whore."
"That's all I'm good for, Daddy." she says, her voice warbling as you rail her fast and rhythmic.
"Look how fat you're getting." you say, grabbing her flabby gut and shaking it around.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm just a little pig."
"I can't believe I ever thought you could be more than that."
"You're so mean!" she cries. You can't tell if she's playing into it or if she means it.
"Then why do you keep calling me back in? I told you I never wanted to see you again."
"Because you fuck me so good." she smiles. You want to wipe it off her face.
"Yeah?"
"Mmm. Even better than Rob."
"Who the fuck is Rob?"
"Just a guy I fucked this morning."
You are filled with rage. Why? You know this is who she is. Even when she said she was only fucking you she was fucking a dozen other guys. You knew in your heart she was getting railed at least once every day. Your hand goes to her neck again, and this time you squeeze harder. She accepts it, hands out to her sides, jiggling like a ragdoll while breathing hoarsely and rolling her eyes back in their sockets. Your hand slaps her monstrous left tit, and you feel it's immense weight. She screams and then groans in pain and pleasure. You can feel your cock bursting with the intense lust you feel. You want to use her as your cum dumpster and discard her, make her feel worthless, and yet you know that she'll think nothing of it in the morning and the next time she wants your dick you'll be crawling back again. Gathering up her tits between your arms, with one hand still on her neck, you place the other on her shoulder and thrust deeper. She squeals as you hit her cervix, her massive jugs squeezed up between your arms and against your whole torso, quivering like massive mounds of jello. You can feel those hard, rubbery, wrinkled nips press against your chest, rubbing as you continue to pound her deep. She screams, not giving a shit about waking up her roommates. They were probably jacking off to the sounds of her being fucked now. Her breath smells like alcohol as she exasperates, emptying her mind to the bliss of being slammed. How many guys is she fucking right now? Would she even know? Or is it all a blur? You sink your head into the huge pile of titflesh and take the nipple in your mouth, your tongue darting all around the massive protuberance. She pushes the other tit beneath it so that it still cushions your torso as you suck deep and hard while fucking her.
"Cum for me, Daddy." she says in her croaking sexy voice, and you do. You wonder how you held out so long, but now your load is coating the insides of her pussy, just how she likes it. You sink into the huge pillows on her chest and she slides her fingers through your hair. You feel dizzy. How does she always do this to you? As you start to doze off, you see her reach over and grab the bag of nuggets.
It's morning. You wake up, and feel your hand sitting between the two fleshy teats. Her mouth is open as she lies on her side, butt naked in the bed, drool spilled on her pillow, her waist creating a beautiful dip between her voluptuous hips and her upper body. Her portly belly pools on the mattress, though much less dramatically than her incredible floppy jugs. You slide your hand out and find her phone lying on the mattress nearby. No password. Checking the time, you see it is 10:00am. A long night. You definitely woke up and fucked at least once. You also see that she has a backlog of over 100 messages. Jesus Christ. You listen to her snore, god, she's so obnoxious. And yet, that nipple begs to be played with more. You reach for her right breast, laying on top of it's neighbour, and toy gently with the nipple. You are already getting hard again, and her nipple responds in kind, growing before your eyes as you gently stretch it. You slide your hand in between them and try to lift the right tit. Holly shit, it's so heavy. It's no wonder she just lies around all day doing fuck all when she has to carry the immense weight of these things. It's just not natural. She snorts and her breathing changes. Her eyes flutter open, and you pull your hand back. She smiles smugly, her eyes enrapturing you again.
"Don't stop, babe. It was so nice!" You hate her fake niceness. That's one of the ways she drew you in at first, only to turn psycho when she had you eating out of her palm (and suckling at her teat).
"I should go." you mutter, and start looking around the bed for your shirt.
"Aww, no, stay a bit longer! My little snugglepuss!" she giggles, mocking you, reaching for your arm with her hand. She guides it to her breast and rests it on the soft, pliant surface. Her eyes say "You're trapped here as long as I want", but you won't accept it.
"I wish I hadn't come last night. I don't want to be used again."
"Oh, you got used?" she exclaims, perhaps legitimately offended. "Who was the one who wanted to fuck the shit out of me, and then leave first thing in the morning? You glare at her, breathing shallow.
"It's okay." she smiles. "I like it when you use me. You can do it again. Use me anyway you like, Daddy. I can see you're ready for it." Her eyes dart to your rock hard cock, standing at attention. You're done in again, but this time, you're going to be the one getting all the pleasure.
Without a word, on your knees, you slowly move towards her mounds, resting on the dirty sheet. You grab the right tit (resting on the left tit) between your two hands, and begin to slide your dick not between the two, but rather straight into the right breast, into her areola around that erect nipple. Before you met her, you never would have imagined a breast big enough to swallow a dick whole, yet here it was. You slide it in and out, and it feels glorious, the smooth, cool skin and soft fat around your cock.
"You're nothing to me but tits." you say, bitterly. "You know that, right?"
"Not true..." she taunts. "I've also got a massive ass and this fat belly you're so obsessed with, chubby chaser. And you'll always come back for them."
"Fuck you." you say as you squeeze her tit tight, bringing the veins to the surface as your cock pumps into it.
"You're pathetic." she smiles, and giggles, squeezing her ass just below the love handles and shaking it while looking directly into your eyes. You feel the headrush again as your cum spurts into her enormous jug.
"That was all I needed." you groan, and grab your shirt, quickly moving to get dressed again. Your cum is dripping down from her puffy areola onto her other boob and down onto the bedsheet. She grabs her tit between two hands and pulls the nipple to her mouth with ease and begins licking off the cum, moaning low as she does it. She starts sucking on the huge, bulbous nipple and looks down at your crotch, seeing that you're still mostly hard. A grin creeps on her face.
"Oh, really?" she mocks.
"We're done. Forever." you say, pulling on your boxers. You grab your phone and slam the door behind you. You're such a shitty liar.
Picture a character loosely similar to Lara Ravencroft by Dullvivid, who was partial inspiration for this story. Picture attached.
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You hate that she has this control over you. Here you are, 1:30am, $4.50 in the bank, almost out of fuel, 2 days til payday, and driving half an hour with $30 of McDonalds in the seat next to you. You roll up at the door of the rundown sharehouse and send her a message saying you're here. Five minutes pass. Unread. Did she fall asleep again? That bitch begged you to go get food for her, and yet it would be so typical. Ridiculous that you ever thought you could change her. Why? She was like this long before you met her. You think about sneaking around the side to her window to knock on it but the little profile bubble bobs down to your message, and a few minutes later, the door opens.
"Heeey!" she half-whispers, sounding obviously drunk. You expected this but it still repulses you. You lift up the bag, a somewhat sullen look on your face.
"You got me McDonalds!" she grins.
"Yeah you asked me to." you respond.
"Did I?"
"Yeah, about half an hour ago."
"Oh yeah! Duh! Did you get me quarter pounders?"
"Yeah, two, like you asked. And the nuggets and fries."
"Mmm, my favorite. Thanks babe."
"Why do you call me that? We're not together."
"Oh, who cares? It's just cute. Babe. Give me a hug."
She doesn't have to ask twice. Already your boner is starting to show in your boxers as she opens her arms for an embrace, and her filthy tank top strains against her chest. Oh, man. Those jugs. They hang off her pale chest like basketballs, saggy and soft, but still full enough to have shape, all the way down to her broad hips. As her arms raise, the bottoms peak out of the dying elastic of the purple material and dared you to reach out right away and squeeze the fuck out of them. But you don't. You have self-control. That's what you tell yourself. Her monstrous nipples poke through the thin fabric like thumbs. You can basically make out the dark brown colour, the fabric is so worn. And she walks around in front of all her roommates like this? This fucking slut. The two guys, has she fucked both of them? The illusion she would be interested in a serious relationship died pretty fast after you met her. Not that you'd ever want that now. As she hugs you, her gigantic breasts, soft as silk, wrap around you like a pair of drastically overfilled water balloons as she hugs around your neck and you reach down to squeeze the small of her back. They're so heavy you wonder how she carries them so casually. Of course, she feels your boner poking into her soft belly.
"Hmm, someone's horny, hehehe." she giggles. As she breaks the hug, she grabs the McDonalds bag and wanders back to her room. She stumbles, wasted, and grabs onto the kitchen counter, her big ass hanging out of her black short shorts. From behind, sticking out substantially from her curvy frame, revealed by the tight-pulled tanktop, her breasts shudder and wobble like jello, slapping audibly against the counter before she sloppily corrects her gait and meanders into the bedroom, hips tipping side to side with each step. You follow her in the room and sit down on the chair by her office desk, which is loaded with junk. Beer cans, food wrapping, video game paraphernalia, sex toys, and her laptop. She flops down on the bed recklessly, her tits immediately splaying to the side, causing her top to ride up, and rolling over her arms for a moment from momentum, before settling back at their natural height and wobbling to and fro a bit as she adjusted. splayed out to the sides, they stretch the top almost fully transparent, the permanent stretchmarks in the middle going taught where the elastic has been worn out. If she wrapped her arms around those udders, she wouldn't get close to reaching her waist with her fingers. The bottom half of her globes are now squarely out of the shirt, with some of her enormous areolas poking out the bottom of the hem as well. Her fat gut is now fully visible. Despite only being chubby in the arms and waist, she's got a pretty significant belly, soft and doughy with a deep navel and a good 3 inch hang when she's standing up. It's no shock, she eats like a pig, and she does so now, pulling the first burger out and beginning to messily shove it into her gullet.
"Why do you always sit on my fucking office chair? You're such a fucking dork." She chides with a mouthful of food. She reaches for a beer and takes a big swig to down the burger.
"You said you were sober."
"Yeah, I basically was, like... an hour ago."
"You know the implication when I ask that question is that you're gonna stay sober."
"What the fuck are you even talking about?"
"Well I can't even have a proper conversation with you when you're drunk."
"Who cares? I knoooow what you want, babe." she grins devilishly, and slaps her right tit, sending a shockwave through the massive globe. You rolls your eyes, but you know she's right, and she knows she's right, and you hate her for it. This lazy cow, lying around all day. She never works. Gets all her money from welfare and the generosity of sad, pathetic men like you. It's not fair. She doesn't deserve this. It's cruel that she controls you so much, just because she has these impossible, ridiculous, monstrous tits that she just happened to be blessed with. That day you matched on Tinder, you almost had a heart attack. You looked at that pic of her in that little sequined dress, with these massive tits just spilling out like muffins in those little cups. And then, while you were panicking about what to say, for her to message you, and for you to discover that that photo was from 4 years ago at her high school prom, and that she'd only grown since then, it was enough to kill a man. From that point on, you didn't have any choice. No free will. It didn't matter how much you fought, you were always coming back when she called. She is now finishing the first fries and is on to the second burger. You remembered being grossed out the first time you saw how much she ate, that time you tried to go on a real date with her.
"Takes a lot to feed these babies" she said, and gave one of those monsters a squeeze. In a public restaurant. You were so embarrassed.
And yet, now, watching her stuff her face, crumbs, ketchup and mustard falling down her face and adding to the mess on her shirt, even that has become obscenely hot to you. You thought you weren't into fat chicks, just the tits, but that's changed. She burps loudly, and it's both gross and intensely arousing at once. Why is so much of your sexuality now tied into your hatred?
"Do you care about me at all?" you ask, sullenly, realizing you have been quiet for several minutes. She looks at you with that drunken, condescending look that pisses you off to know end.
"What the fuck? What kind of stupid question is that?"
You feel yourself going red.
"That's not an answer." you mumble. She rolls her eyes.
"Of course I do, dumbass." she chuckles. "Hey, grab me a beer,would you?" she asks, pointing to the minifridge.
"I'm not getting you another beer."
"Aww... you mad at me?" she mocks, before falling into a fit of giggles. She starts moving her hands all over her squishy body, sinking one into her tits while jiggling her fat belly with the other.
"You wouldn't stay mad with me would you? I'm so horny... I've been thinking about you all night..."
Your heart beats urgently as you watch her squeezing dozens of pounds of titfat with her hand. She begins lazily tugging on her gigantic nipple, stretching it out through the fabric and hardening it. With each tug, it shrinks back less than the time before, until it sticks out 2 full inches rather than the one inch of it's neighbour. You find yourself getting up and walking towards her, against your will.
"Fuck you." you mutter scornfully.
"If you want to, babe..." she slurs.
"Stop calling me babe." you grunt, as your hand sinks into the enormous flesh of her left breast and you place your left knee between her legs, sinking into the stack of 2 mattresses she calls a bed.
"Okay, Daddy." she whispers erotically while piercing you with her bright blue eyes, clear even in the dim light of the street lamp outside the window. That's done it. Your left hand goes to her collarbone and she moans in arousal as your right slides up the squishy surface, over the bumps of her dark areola, beneath the hem of the top, until your index and middle finger tighten around her huge, but comparitively unerect finger at the knuckle. The teat instantly responds to the stimulation as you squeeze and pull on it. She quietly yelps, your left hand pressed up to her neck.
"I want you in me, Daddy." she groans, sliding between low groans and high pitched sighs.
"Shut up, you little whore." you spit as your left hand moves to pull off your boxers. You recall how affectionate you were the night you met. How you ignored the mess, ignored the way she spoke, ignored everything, just saw her how you wanted to, as a beautiful angel who happened to have giant tits. She played into that, for a little bit. And yet now, she doesn't seem to mind that it's gone. Does she not care at all? Or does she prefer being this nasty little thing? Nothing more than a hole and a fat pair of udders. As you help pull her own shorts away, your cock is already bursting, and you waste no time in shoving it in that hot, wet pussy. Foreplay, what's that? She yelps again, and her fingers grab around the sides of her enormous teats, which splay around her like two small beanbags. She pulls them together the way you like them, creating a 20 inch stretch of cleavage between the two milky domes, her two dark nipples, closer to lipstick tubes than thimbles in shape and size, poked straight up at you, her shirt now ridden up all the way. You know the invitation and take one in your mouth. It is so rubbery and solid, and she makes a high pitched noise under her breath, trying not to wake up her roommates. You pump repeatedly into her, causing the tits to undulate up and down between her arms, the one not in your mouth sliding up rythmically onto her face. You could suffocate her with them right here and now.
"I bet you wear this top in front of your roommates, don't you, you little slut?"
"Uh huh. Not just them. I wear it when I go out to get food too. Always makes me wet seeing random guys get hard over me." she mocks. You slam your cock into her, and she gives off a stifled scream.
"That's all you're good for, you fat whore."
"That's all I'm good for, Daddy." she says, her voice warbling as you rail her fast and rhythmic.
"Look how fat you're getting." you say, grabbing her flabby gut and shaking it around.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm just a little pig."
"I can't believe I ever thought you could be more than that."
"You're so mean!" she cries. You can't tell if she's playing into it or if she means it.
"Then why do you keep calling me back in? I told you I never wanted to see you again."
"Because you fuck me so good." she smiles. You want to wipe it off her face.
"Yeah?"
"Mmm. Even better than Rob."
"Who the fuck is Rob?"
"Just a guy I fucked this morning."
You are filled with rage. Why? You know this is who she is. Even when she said she was only fucking you she was fucking a dozen other guys. You knew in your heart she was getting railed at least once every day. Your hand goes to her neck again, and this time you squeeze harder. She accepts it, hands out to her sides, jiggling like a ragdoll while breathing hoarsely and rolling her eyes back in their sockets. Your hand slaps her monstrous left tit, and you feel it's immense weight. She screams and then groans in pain and pleasure. You can feel your cock bursting with the intense lust you feel. You want to use her as your cum dumpster and discard her, make her feel worthless, and yet you know that she'll think nothing of it in the morning and the next time she wants your dick you'll be crawling back again. Gathering up her tits between your arms, with one hand still on her neck, you place the other on her shoulder and thrust deeper. She squeals as you hit her cervix, her massive jugs squeezed up between your arms and against your whole torso, quivering like massive mounds of jello. You can feel those hard, rubbery, wrinkled nips press against your chest, rubbing as you continue to pound her deep. She screams, not giving a shit about waking up her roommates. They were probably jacking off to the sounds of her being fucked now. Her breath smells like alcohol as she exasperates, emptying her mind to the bliss of being slammed. How many guys is she fucking right now? Would she even know? Or is it all a blur? You sink your head into the huge pile of titflesh and take the nipple in your mouth, your tongue darting all around the massive protuberance. She pushes the other tit beneath it so that it still cushions your torso as you suck deep and hard while fucking her.
"Cum for me, Daddy." she says in her croaking sexy voice, and you do. You wonder how you held out so long, but now your load is coating the insides of her pussy, just how she likes it. You sink into the huge pillows on her chest and she slides her fingers through your hair. You feel dizzy. How does she always do this to you? As you start to doze off, you see her reach over and grab the bag of nuggets.
It's morning. You wake up, and feel your hand sitting between the two fleshy teats. Her mouth is open as she lies on her side, butt naked in the bed, drool spilled on her pillow, her waist creating a beautiful dip between her voluptuous hips and her upper body. Her portly belly pools on the mattress, though much less dramatically than her incredible floppy jugs. You slide your hand out and find her phone lying on the mattress nearby. No password. Checking the time, you see it is 10:00am. A long night. You definitely woke up and fucked at least once. You also see that she has a backlog of over 100 messages. Jesus Christ. You listen to her snore, god, she's so obnoxious. And yet, that nipple begs to be played with more. You reach for her right breast, laying on top of it's neighbour, and toy gently with the nipple. You are already getting hard again, and her nipple responds in kind, growing before your eyes as you gently stretch it. You slide your hand in between them and try to lift the right tit. Holly shit, it's so heavy. It's no wonder she just lies around all day doing fuck all when she has to carry the immense weight of these things. It's just not natural. She snorts and her breathing changes. Her eyes flutter open, and you pull your hand back. She smiles smugly, her eyes enrapturing you again.
"Don't stop, babe. It was so nice!" You hate her fake niceness. That's one of the ways she drew you in at first, only to turn psycho when she had you eating out of her palm (and suckling at her teat).
"I should go." you mutter, and start looking around the bed for your shirt.
"Aww, no, stay a bit longer! My little snugglepuss!" she giggles, mocking you, reaching for your arm with her hand. She guides it to her breast and rests it on the soft, pliant surface. Her eyes say "You're trapped here as long as I want", but you won't accept it.
"I wish I hadn't come last night. I don't want to be used again."
"Oh, you got used?" she exclaims, perhaps legitimately offended. "Who was the one who wanted to fuck the shit out of me, and then leave first thing in the morning? You glare at her, breathing shallow.
"It's okay." she smiles. "I like it when you use me. You can do it again. Use me anyway you like, Daddy. I can see you're ready for it." Her eyes dart to your rock hard cock, standing at attention. You're done in again, but this time, you're going to be the one getting all the pleasure.
Without a word, on your knees, you slowly move towards her mounds, resting on the dirty sheet. You grab the right tit (resting on the left tit) between your two hands, and begin to slide your dick not between the two, but rather straight into the right breast, into her areola around that erect nipple. Before you met her, you never would have imagined a breast big enough to swallow a dick whole, yet here it was. You slide it in and out, and it feels glorious, the smooth, cool skin and soft fat around your cock.
"You're nothing to me but tits." you say, bitterly. "You know that, right?"
"Not true..." she taunts. "I've also got a massive ass and this fat belly you're so obsessed with, chubby chaser. And you'll always come back for them."
"Fuck you." you say as you squeeze her tit tight, bringing the veins to the surface as your cock pumps into it.
"You're pathetic." she smiles, and giggles, squeezing her ass just below the love handles and shaking it while looking directly into your eyes. You feel the headrush again as your cum spurts into her enormous jug.
"That was all I needed." you groan, and grab your shirt, quickly moving to get dressed again. Your cum is dripping down from her puffy areola onto her other boob and down onto the bedsheet. She grabs her tit between two hands and pulls the nipple to her mouth with ease and begins licking off the cum, moaning low as she does it. She starts sucking on the huge, bulbous nipple and looks down at your crotch, seeing that you're still mostly hard. A grin creeps on her face.
"Oh, really?" she mocks.
"We're done. Forever." you say, pulling on your boxers. You grab your phone and slam the door behind you. You're such a shitty liar.
