bingdingfing: “Hey Mister!” You purposefully don’t look up from your phone. Your m

bingdingfing: “Hey Mister!” You purposefully don’t look up from your phone. Your morning commute to your job was rarely peaceful, between public transportation and variety of lazy walkers that force you to weave through clogged sidewalks, but even so, you know better than to look up when someone strange addresses you like that. “Mister!” says the voice again. A woman. “Hey tiny mister, spare a sec?” You catch the shadow of their legs, estimate the width of space you need to sidestep around them. You don’t even think, just twist your body on and around and- “Oops!” -get body-checked by the biggest set of hips you’ve ever seen. Your face collides with thick, meaty thigh, and you drop your phone in surprise. You bounce off into the building on your right, stumbling, breath stolen. “Sorry!” says the woman. Or shouts. She is way too loud to be anything but shouting. “Sorry tiny mister, these darn roads are jus’ too small for a gal like me.” “Yeah, yeah…” you mumble, and then finally look up. “Wha- what the fuck!” Hair that falls past her shoulders in waterfall curls, dimpled smile draws attention to her lips, and eyes like a searchlight, powerful and bright. She’s gorgeous. She’s enormous. Twice your height, easy. Maybe more. The woman looks like she’s well acquainted banging her head against the ceiling, and having to turn sideways to fit through doors by virtue of her enormous rear and even then just eke by. She’s also got the biggest set of knockers you’ve ever seen, each of them jiggling in unison under a plaid shirt with the top few buttons undone. You know this because she’s bends over and treats to the kind of view that would tempt a saint. “Sorry ‘bout that, sugar,” she says, sheepish. “I been causin’ a scene all day since I got off tha’ bus. Mama said I’d cause trouble if I came here.” “Guh,” is all you can manage. She still hasn’t stood up. Instead, it’s almost like her tits, already the size of beach balls, swell further with every breath. The front of her shirt vegins to strain as her boobs it’s struggle to escape their confines. She puts one massive meaty hand on your forehead as if measuring for a temperature. “Lemme’ take a good look at ya, hun. I know how lil’ city folk like you get…oh! Oh lordy that feels-” rosy pink flushes her cheeks as she staggers in place, her lips parting sensually as a low-toned moan escapes her, “-goooood.” Her hands drifts down to your shoulder, pushing you back against the building. You try and push her off, but you feel bizarrely weak, and your hand can barely cover the side of her palm. “Mama always said boys liked a girl with some milk in her tits and a bum they could bounce off of but you…you really like me like this, huh?” The woman gasps and makes a sound that washes away your fears and doubts, replacing them with primal urge for skin on skin fast. “The other boys didn’t make - mmmm oh my - grow nearly this much. What’s your name mister?” “L-Leo…” The girl’s hand cups the back of your head, and and you can’t help but instinctively lean back. You feel safe, somehow, in her grasp. “Nice ta meetcha’ Leo,” she purrs. “My name’s Rebecca. But my friends call me Becky.” Her breath is heavy and wanting and you can feel her hand on your head seem to grow in a spurts, with the rest of her. “Are uh, are we friends, Leo?” “Sure?” “Well, see, that didn’t sound like a yes or a no, lil’ Leo.” With her other hand, she begins to unbutton the front of her shirt, exposing a chest very unconstrained by the limitations of a nonexistent bra. “That sounded like a lil’ man too nervous to tell a big girl he likes what he sees. Which is a pity because I know I want to be friends with you. Don’t you?” Fuck going into the office, you decide. “What would, um, uh, being friends mean?” It was impossible to look anywhere but her. It wasn’t magic, it was pure instinct driving your body to gape at her. “Weeeell,” she says. She rolls her tongue over her lips and you can’t stop the reflexive idea that she could swallow your dick whole with barely a thought. “I’ve been needing someone to show me ‘round these parts. I’m supposed ta be pickin’ up some equipment from a factory and I keep scaring you little folk off.” She blushes and here her trailing fingers turn adventurous. She doesn’t unbutton your shirt so much as pop them off with the simple finger strength of a giant woman. “But you seem braver than the rest. And in fact-” she just lifts you up by your armpits like you weigh nothing, “-something tells me you’re not just not afraid. You like it when a girls bigger than you mister?” There is no denying it when your answer is pointing right at her chest, fully erect and eager for attention that should get you both arrested by any cop insane enough to try. But still, when you blush and nod in her arms, you can’t help but admire how high up you are and that just seems to make everything more intense. “Oh….oh….” Luminescent red springs across her cheeks, right in time with the slow ascent that starts in her gut and seems to spread out to the rest of her body. “Oh Leo, you don’t just like me being taller, you - oh, shrink lil’ man, shrink - you love this don’t you? I won’t have to pick up that equipment anymore! I am the equipment!” She laughs and it does things to you. Her laugh is delightful and she smells like sun and sweetness and you can’t help but wonder if she tastes like it too. She cradles you in her arms, even as she steps over a van in the middle of the street. She’s gotten taller, yes, but something…something seems off. “I don’t think you just want to be my friend, Leo,” she says, stopping to admire her clothes ripping form in the reflection of a three story glass covered building. You can see yourself, astounded or just half-dreaming, nestle in her arms, amidst a veritable pillow or bean bag of boobs so big it hurt to imagine they were still growing. “I think you want something else, don’t you?” She smirks down at you. “Anything little Leo want to ask big Becky?” “….want to go out sometime?” Becky squealed. The sound was high-pitched enough he went temporarily deaf, but even he didn’t miss the way Becky wrapped her arms around him (really, she just put him between her tits and gave him a hug unlike any other). “Baby, you just made me the happiest ever! Now c'mon, I need to bring you home to mama. Oh she’s going to just love how cute you are!” ____________________________ For @gorgenzolatype , who is probably super fed up with waiting for me to write for this! Just kidding haha, thank you for the submission!(Note, this is like the fifth attempt to upload this lol) -- source link
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