Guess #2

Veronica stepped forward, with her massive belly hanging in front of your face. A thick smell of sweat creeped up your nostrils, and you swore you could feel a tear welling in your eye. "Janet and Caroline forgot about me. I'm gonna go to the bathroom, Doug. Be right out."

As Veronica slowly moved towards the toilet, Janet pulled you aside. "Doug, I'm gonna give you a word of advice. Be polite to Veronica. She seems docile and quiet, but she's got a pretty nasty side that we've seen during our discussions. Janet ran her fingers through your hair. "Shame, Dougie. I would've loved to take you back. We would've had such a fun drive together!" Janet brought you in for a hug, and you felt her shaft start to thicken and poke your chest. Suddenly, as if she turned on a switch, she pulled away from you. "Oh well! Maybe I can get lucky enough to take you home next time." Janet winked at you as the toilet flushed, and Veronica exited the bathroom. "Ready to go, Doug?" She asked, with a monotone voice.

"Yeah, Veronica! Let me just-"

"I have to be somewhere. It'll have to wait, whatever it is." She took your arm, and pulled you behind her. That same thick smell of sweat, combined with a hint of perfume, confused your nostrils as she opened the front door. "I'm the sedan right there." She opened the passenger door for you, and then shut it with a suprising amount of ****. As she got in the driver seat, the car creaked and groaned under her weight. She looked at you, almost without emotion in her face. "What?" She said, scrunching her face.

"Nothing! Should I tell you where I live?"

"No need, Janet gave us your location in case she needed on-the-go directions. I know where I'm headed. Thanks." She started up the car, and pulled out of the driveway. As you headed down Janet's road, the car began to fill up with Veronica's heavy scent. In order to avoid angering her, you turned towards the window and looked out, at the open fields in front of you. "So, Doug. How'd you like the girls in the book club?" Veronica's tone seemed to shift, as if she was actually interested in what you thought. You turned to her, almost holding your breath. "Well, everyone was really sweet. Some of the others were pretty quiet, I hope I didn't do anything to upset them." Veronica managed a "hmph." As you looked at her, you realized she was actually quite attractive. Her skin was extremely soft and well taken care of, and her face was lightly freckled. The rest of her, however, left little to the imagination. She was absolutely huge; everywhere from her upper body all the way down seemed to push and break at the stretches of fabric holding her clothes together. The smell persisted, and you scrunched your face, subconsciously."Can I help you with something?" She scowled. "Sorry, I just spaced out." "Sure, Doug. You know, you boy types are always so oogly. Like you own everything." Veronica pulled up to a red light and continued, "Janet only wanted you in the book club as a service boy. You don't need to put on this facade of being intelligent and worldly. I know what you guys always want, deep down." You gave her a quizzical look, and she scoffed and continued driving. "Oh, don't act like you're not all about that. I know you'd jump at an opportunity to see these." Upon saying that, she took both her breasts out of her shirt. They were massive, and absolutely perfect; perky and well proportioned. Your eyes were transfixed on her, and you were unable to shift your gaze from them.

Suddenly, you felt a light slap to your cheek. "Told you." She rolled her eyes. "All I wanted was to read my books in peace, have a nice discussion or two, and have someone bring me food and cater to me. Figures, Janet and the rest of them would get fooled by you. Leave it to the big girl to see past the bullshit. You know what? I'm going to get what I want, for once." She put her breasts back into her shirt, and got into another lane, as if to turn down the street. "You're going to come with me to my house for a few hours, and help me with something. You don't have any say. If you don't, I'm going to tell everyone at the book club what you're really about.