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“Why hello there, Jones. I’ve been waiting a long time for this” purred a husky woman’s voice in the dark. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and my hand fell away from the broken lightswitch.
I licked my lips briefly, and paused, listening. I could hear a slow, deliberate clack-clacking, like someone walking in heels. It grew louder as they approached.
“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” she called again, Caribbean inflections echoing off the tall, metallic lab machines. I thought I could see a silhouette approaching darker than the blackness around me, but I could have been wrong. I nervously tugged my lab coat, and then balled my fists.
I could feel the vibrations of each footstep as the figure loomed towards me. I called out “Who is that?”
A chuckle responded, sultry and dry. The footsteps stopped, and I could hear breathing close to me, a lightly laboured pant. I swung my fist out into the gloom, hitting nothing.
“What do you want?!” I yelled, backing further into the corner.
A soft sound was emitted by the voice, like a small sighing groan. A light flickered somewhere, and I was momentarily blinded.
Blinking furiously, I saw Trinity Foster, the head of lab, whom I had met twice before. I knew this from the nametag still hanging from the remnants of her lab coat. The thing looked to have been shredded, and the cause thereof was obvious. Her breasts ballooned before me, massive juggs in a too small DD bra. Her hair, normally kept in a bun, spilled out past her heavily made up eyes, on to her massive mammories, which poured out from their lacy confines, making the bra creak each time she moved. Her skirt had fared better in the comparative sense, having only been stretched skin tight by the voluminous hips, thighs, and ass that had bloomed from what I recalled to have been a flat surface. She was a cornucopia of curves; a bacchanal of bounty, at which I stood gaping, transfixed.
She stood before me, aware of her impressiveness, and leaned back against a machine, clicking her black high heeled boots together as she crossed her legs. She spread her arms, displaying the outer echelons of her magnificent rack, and moaned, “Why my dear, I thought it would be quite obvious by now. I want you.”
Are we all destined to want what we cannot have? I thought so until I was spring cleaning in the attic and I came across these jeans. It seemed ludicrous, trying on this huge pair when I was such a waif, but they were so pretty and oddly clean,and we’re all gluttons for our dreams (I literally was, but no weight ever seemed to settle there!). So I pulled on the old pair, and dusted them off. As I did so, I was surprised to find that they were not as loose as expected. I went downstairs to find a mirror, and lo and behold, by the time I got there, I had an ASS! Not only an ass, but the ass to end all asses. As I had been coming down the stairs, I knew something had felt strange, jiggling and heavy as I went to look at myself, but this? Damn, I looked so amazing, I wanted to tap that myself.. and may have... twice.
And while the slight hitch is that whenever I take them off I shrink back to normal, what insane man would give a shit if his date - with a booty this thick, came wearing jeans. Two weeks in, I have Mike (as well as a few guys from the office who I have no intention of dating but am looving to toy with) eating out of the palm of my hand. He can barely wait, and to be honest, I can hardly either. When he brushed his hand over my thigh last night, through the jeans, I swear I almost came there and then. Now I just have to figure out how to get laid in these things, or some other way...
If you guys have any suggestions, or know anything about this crazy kind of stuff/magic/w/e, please let me know!!
Ok but Russian Kara... 🔥
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thighs
fuck the tits or ass debate, i find eyebags sooo attractive. your exhausted, sleep-deprived, mildly haunted aura has bewitched me body and soul
