Chapter 5: Poke around a bit more and contemplate what to do!

Chapter 5: Poke around a bit more and contemplate what to do!

by: Dima

You keep your eyes glued to the silky smooth orbs of chocolate tit fat engorged with the tightest of sensations welling up around the base of your fat swollen nipples trying to poke their way through the silky cups of Latisha's maternity bra acting as a last line defense of keeping her bulging tit meat from spilling out, only by just a bare thin line with how her veins poke out through her skin. "Weeeeeell thank you for admitting that you've been a B I T C H Latisha, take a better ma-woman to admit they've been wrong...as for your offer~?" your voice oozes out from between her warm soft lips with such a skin melting cadence from her husky voice. "I think I'll take you up on it, there's a whooooole lotta woman to take advantage eat up...unlike that dumb tortoise of yours!" You shout and blow some air out from between your lips to move her hair away from your line of sight to soak in more of YOUR body, from the big round tunny jutting out against the thin stressed material of what feels like a rather comfy maternity dress to just the barest of hints of red nails from your toes wiggling against the hard wood floor...just taking it all in...her hard heavy heart beat the weight of some little person in her belly to even the crinkle of her maternity panties wedged up between her fat chunky cheeks.

"...A-and boy where do I start hehe~? First off, how big are your damn tits boo? How are you gonna be hating on dudes when you got guys like me dying to just wobble these titties around~!" You shout, using what strength she has to bounce up and down in place sending her tits wobbling and bounce wildly with each soft smack against her tummy that wobbled with the impact of her heels against the floor, sloshing the sweet milk around her jiggling tits with one loud smack sending them loose from the maternity bra prison. "Gooood damn girl your like a jell-o house, just, one, more...shaaaaake~!" You yell with one last smack from the jump sending her tits slipping out with a snap of the fabric sending the bra sliding right off your body, though not like it mattered much with the two swollen tear drop tits spreading out against your chest and resting ontop of your belly still sloshing around from the motion with her fat erect nipples hanging off the edge along the spillage of her udders.

Cupping them with your dainty hands, a gooey snicker leaves your mouth, just how big were those damn things swollen, or if you could even hoist them up at all with the over flowing flesh spilling between your fingers with such a warming vigor that the nervous beat of Latisha's heart could be felt through your tips. "Go ahead and play with all you want Johnny boo, aint like any nasty man gonna touch them beside yooooouuu f-fuck me thats good~." You coo, mashing the swollen things together causing a painful sting to stir in the tips of your nips, "Grk...then you wouldn't mind if I take a l-little nibble then huh, dumb bitch..." You grumble, hoisting one tit up and and snapping at the rubber nipple with those sharp canines, showing her body no mercy, doubting she'd even treat her tits with the same amount of roughage as your now going by how the raw grind between her canines and the gentle lap of her tongue squirms a tingling zig zagging sensation from the nipple all the way down to her bush covered muff gushing against her panties.

"Mmmnnaaah~! F-fuck me haaa~!" You shudder, her voice shivering from a guilty pleasurable act being music to your ears with a soft snap of nipple flopping out from your mouth with a loud clap of her tit smacking back onto your round gut, "No wonder y-your so damn mood Latisha, these things sore as fuck and your nipples are sensitive than my own on track day! d-do you even milk your se-wait." She mumble and grin, reaching up and running her thumb into the moist gnawed nipple while tracing her nails along the warm curve of her tummy to resonate a motherly warmth in her belly, frowning and clearing out her throat, "Of course Johnny, this milk is being saved for my baby cause no man will ever get to touch these tits beside me blegh blegh blegh...not tonight, what else is there to explore~?" you purr, sliding those nails closer and closer to her lower tummy near the humid region between her legs that no man has gone before, "I remember when your tits where "smaller" Latisha, who was the lucky dog who got you all engorged...especially this thing!"

You yell out, swinging those hands back and clapping them back into her ass cheeks poking out from her lifted up dress with a thunderous wet smack of those dainty hands hitting the bare sweaty skin barely covered by her maternity panties, much like her tits her palms sinked into the plump cheeks and becomes enveloped by sweltering flesh with a heavy rock of your hips to pump your hands into em. "was so much smaller when I saw you earlier in the year, what did you eat Latisha!? Gaaah so much things I wanna do to this ass, these tits gaaaah!" You growl with her husky voice and even claw her nails into the cheeks, "So much to do and only 12 hours...fuck it I know what I can do!" You grumble and slap her cheek with enough **** to push her hips out.

"Gngh~! Gonna do a lil victory lap, clear out the mind and get my shit in order girl....victory lap naked!" You say, turning her plump lipped grin into that of a immature smile that spilled out the raw teenage mind in that straightened haired head of hers as you hook your thumbs under the dress wedged in the underside of her maternity dress and slowly peel it off her smooth lotioned skin like a wrapper coming off a sweet coco candy bar to reveal her smooth jutting tummy with it's near round curvature and outie belly button barely hanging into the little silver piercing hooked on it, jumping just a bit to send it and your bare tits wobbling and swinging about in a struggle of a time to not just rip the dress off the girl of your hips but the damn panties wedged up her cheeks and muff. "C'mooooooon Latisha~! Wooooork with Johnny, c'mon guuuh...it's either the belly or the tits but im feeling winded." You gasps and yank down one last time with a very loud tearing coming from the waist of the dress...not that it mattered now with your skin rippling with goose bumps under her A/C's cool air touching against the now free hair muff and bare ass in the living.

"Yeeeeees~! first time undressing as a bad thick bitch!" You cuss out and pump your fist in the air with a little jump up and down making your ass cheeks clap a bit and your tits smack up against your chin, "Bad bitch cause im not latisha, nah uh I'm johnny, big boy Johnny~!" You sing out with her voice cracking to the strange rhythm of your son, taking a nice long strut around the couch with a natural rock of her hips to guide you along and a lovely bounce to her bosom while you bob her head to a invisible tune. "Got a dick so big it phases right through ya, ya im johnny can't think of a tune so just gonna hum, Hmm hmm hmm~!" You hum and strut from the living room and around her kitchen to get used to the sway, snapping your fingers as the soft swollen flesh of her tits smack against the underside of your chin between the awkward heavy thump of her heels rippling the supple flesh of her gapless thighs before stopping outside the kitchen with your hands resting behind your head and a nice slow gyration of her your hips to shake her hips about. "Gonna take out my frustrations on a bitch who likes turtles more than humans uh huh, latisha, latisha, gonna wake up covered in uh...uh?" you stop and blink, "Something mind blanked out~." you sing and strut back to the couch, dropping your ass onto the cushion with enough weight to make the wood frame creek.

Gasping out and reaching out to grab the possession gun to dangle by the handle. "Guuuh~! All thanks to you ya pricey device mwah~!" your say, planting those soft lips against it's cold plastic surface with a pull away to see a light print of your lipstick staining the surface and the little digital screen still thanking you for the despite as you slowly sink the barrel into the veiny engorged cleavage of your chest."...gonna cost me a fortune, only got like 120 in allowance left...and it's 10 bucks per shot?" You mumble, sinking the barrel into the cleavage and pulling it out slowly. "And I don't think mom is gonna give me more money with the excuse of me wanting to get into some fat booty...unless?" You mumble and look over the two drooping orbs and the now more apparent cushion of a lap poking out from the view of your tummy. "...Latisha, how about...how about you pay back that 300 dollar bottle of wine my mom got ya, with uh let say internet related webcamming~? little ass shake here, some milking there~?" You asks, yourself with a knowing smart ass grin...