She Stuffs!: The Aspen Princess

It was a spur of the moment decision, but at the time it never felt more right. 35 years old and single, I decided to spend my Christmas holiday in Aspen, Colorado. Packing up the Mustang, I drove all the way from my home in Arizona to the Aspen Snowmass resort. Of course I did not go unprepared. In the weeks leading up to my trip I bought everything I would need in order to enjoy the slopes. A brand new winter jacket, thermal leggings and yoga pants, winter boots, a knit cap and a set of of skis with poles.

The last time I went skiing I was 10 years old so I also booked exclusive one-on-one time with a professional instructor.

Little did I know that when I opened my car door and stepped foot onto the snow that it was going to be the worst vacation of my life...

Stepping out onto the snow, I pull myself out from the car and take it long and deep breath. Feeling the crisp and cool and clean Colorado Air filling my lungs, I exhale with a smile on my face. No sooner you my eyes open when I look over and see a couple of warmly dress and cute men checking me out. Unable to resist, I flash a brilliantly white smile as I pose. My chest pushed out proudly as I let my body do the rest, I show off my tantalizingly enormous curves and revel inwardly as the men's collective jaws drop. Wearing white thick soled and heeled winter boots, a white winter vest over a turtleneck and a white knit cap, finishing my form fitting outfit is a pair of triple thick and excruciatingly tight white yoga pants. As I stand there with my hand on my waist while waving delicately to the ogling guys, I cannot help but feel their eyes switch from the massive breasts sticking out and being shown off to perfection to the big bubble of my butt clad in yoga pants in perfect detail, or to the thick and juicy mound complete with deep crevice disappearing between my legs of my wanton and juicy pussy. Skinny everywhere else, I know that my curves are explosive and out of proportion to the rest of my petite frame.

Watching as they stumble over their own feet as they try to walk off and up the main stairway, I giggle as turn my attention back to the task at hand and that is getting checked in and situated in my room. Closing the driver's side door, I hit the button on my key fob a couple of times and watch the trunk pop open. Walking up to it I then bend to grab my bags when I hear a voice right behind me.

"Would the pretty little lady like some help?"

Standing up and turning around, I am surprised that it is one of the men it was just staring at me just a minute ago. "Why of course? Who would say no to such an offer?" I reply batting my eyelashes as I pose cutely for him, making sure to point my jutting and huge H cups right at him.

Seeing his eyes drop right down to below my chin, I smile as I step aside and watch as he goes up to my trunk, reaches in and pulls out my suitcase.

"You picked the perfect time come here. I hear they have quite the extravaganza on Christmas Eve." The man says finally looking at my eyes which he is instantly drawn to.

No surprise there. I have been told hundreds of times that my eyes are intoxicating and beautiful. It just might have something to do with the fact that they are the perfect emerald green that go very well with my fiery and flowing red hair. "I read that on the website."

And then the question I fully expected to be asked. "So are you here with anyone?"

"No, I'm alone and it was kind of a last minute thing. I didn't plan for it I just thought it would be something different than spending Christmas in the desert." I reply as we start heading towards the main entrance. I have to say that the log cabin like structure with the many pitched roofs is breathtaking not only in its beauty, but it's enormous size.

Much like my bra cups!

"Wow, I hope you enjoy your time here. How long will you be staying?" The handsome man with blue eyes and long blonde hair flowing out from his stocking cap asks me.

"Two weeks." I answer as we walk up the stairs together.

"That sounds like a long and restful vacation." He says as we walk in the front door. Setting my suitcase down on the ground, he extends the handle for me. "My name is Shane and I hope to see you around."

"It's nice to meet you Shane, my name is Victoria." I say as we shake hands one more time.

"It was a pleasure." Shane says as he looks me up and down, his eyes zeroing in on my big tits before flicking down to gorge on my very visible and protruding pussy.

"It certainly was..." I echo as my eyes slide down his body and stop at the obvious bulge in the front of his pants.

And a bulge it is!

Going our separate ways, I grab my suitcase and start to drag it towards the check-in desk as he walks off, catching him taking one last look back at me. Feeling his gaze on my rear, I cannot help but smile and wink at him before addressing the lady behind the counter.

Stepping out of the shower, I feel refreshed and clean. Drying off with a towel, I walk up to the sink where my extensive collection of make up is arranged just like how I would set it up at home. Grabbing my toothbrush, I apply a little bit of toothpaste to the bristles and then brush my teeth. When I am done I rinse and then put it away. Looking at my reflection, I see it and I accept it, even if I don't like it. Looking back at me is a mid 30's woman with the body of a preteen, sans the giant brown bush covering my little snatch. Ignoring the bareness of my narrow chest dotted with two little pink nipples, I reach out and grab the box that anyone who is done wearing braces would know. Opening the lid, I pull out my plastic veneers and carefully press them over my teeth. Biting down, I make sure they are secure and then smile, instantly happy with the results.

Closing the lid I then grab my contacts container and spin the tops. After taking my time putting them in, not only can I see myself clearly in the mirror, but I'm also looking at the intoxicating eyes that I am infamous for and no longer at the dull brown ones that I hide from the world. Screwing the covers back on and pushing it aside, I grab my blow dryer and brush and start working on my hair. Adding a curling iron to the mix, I finish with trusses of wavy locks that bounce playfully down past my shoulders. With my hair done, I then go to the makeup corner and give my face a good scrubbing before covering it with foundation. Adding blush and eyeliner, then mascara and eye-shadow, I finish with a perfect, if not thick, application of ruby red lipstick that glitters in the light.

Closer to feeling like a woman, I pad out of my bathroom naked as the day I was born and into the bedroom. Going up to the dresser, I pull it open and smile as the drawer I open first is overflowing with my collection of panties. Pulling out a little pink thong, I hold it up and look at the intricate lace and smile. Bending over I step into it and pull it up. It never gets old feeling the frilly and scratchy lace slipping between my little butt cheeks, butt cheeks that without the aid of padding are as flat and as narrow as ever. Pulling up on the front, I already know that my untamed bush is sticking out everywhere, but these are not the underwear that I want anyone to see. I wear these for me, to heighten my sexuality if anything. My real panties are the ones I pull out next. A bulky pair of padded underwear that give my ass and my crotch the boost they so woefully need. Pulling them on and up my skinny little legs, I bask in the feeling of the soft and plush foam as it envelops my ass and crotch from pelvic bone to the space between. Turning towards the mirror, I look at my cotton white underwear with approval as I turn and pose to look at my reflection.

"So big..." I mutter as I run my hands over my big bubble butt and then slide my right hand to the front where I feel the long and thick crevice of my boosted camel toe with my middle finger. "So... Sexy, mmmmmmm..."

Turning my attention back to the dresser, I have to bend down where I don't mind anymore as I steal another peek at my reflection of the big bubble that's sticking out above my little legs. Opening the big bottom drawer I feast my eyes on my collection of enormous bras. Already stuffed, they are completely filled with silicone gel and topped with lifelike nipples sticking out. In that drawer is also a pair of mega falsies that look comical in their attempt to look real. Pulling out a matching white one, I slide it up my arms and position it over my chest. Reaching around my back, I clip it together and then adjust it, compensating for the heavy weight of the missile like cups.

With my body finally complete, I have no problem looking at my reflection now. Big tits, juicy ass and a positively oversized vagina. Without my clothes I definitely look awkward, like a little girl wearing her mother's underwear, but in the solace of my bedroom I feel like the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world. And while I would love to walk out of my bedroom just like this, I know that out there I would be picked apart and teased mercilessly. A 35-year-old woman wearing *obviously* padded and stuffed underwear.

Picking out a fresh top, bottoms and socks, I put them all on and then before I leave the room, I slip on my boots. Wearing pretty much the same outfit that I arrived in, I bought multiple sets of the same colors because I love the theme, I walk down the hall to the stairs. Coming down the grand staircase I can already feel multiple eyes on me as every echoing step announces my arrival. Feeling the full bounce on my chest, I can also feel it in my pants as my big backside wiggles and shakes behind me. The moment I reach the bottom step, I slip my thumbs into the waistband of my tight bottoms and give them a secure pull upwards. Walking to the restaurant, I sit down and order something to eat where I get to enjoy it in peace. After that I go to the concierge desk where I set myself up for my first ski lesson.

"Hello, how may I help you?" The pretty brunette greets me. Reading her name tag it says Rebecca.

"Hi, my name is Victoria Black and I am in room 221. I had set up as part of my reservation private ski lessons with your finest instructor." I say and then watch as the woman taps on her computer pulling up my information.

When she is done she looks at me with a smile. "I am able to confirm your reservation. Do you have your own skis, or do you need a rental?"

"I have my own." I reply.

"Wonderful!" She replies then looks back down for a moment and then back up again. "Your first lesson with Shane is at 2:00 this afternoon. After that you two can figure out what works best for you, okay?"

"Okay." I say as I pull my phone out of my pocket and look at the time. "Looks like I have about an hour. Thank you!" I say then turn and walk off setting my alarm. As I walk through the entryway which is three stories tall and resembles in a five-star hotel made of logs with giant fireplaces blazing, I realize that not once did Rebecca look away from my face. Weird, but it happens more than I like to admit. I guess in her line of work she has seen her fair share of enormous racks.

Anyways, wanting to get a lay of the land I give myself a guided tour using a map I picked up at the check-in desk. Wandering down one of the halls, I happen to look out the window where I see the man who helped carry my bag when I first got here outside conversing rather intimately with a beautiful looking woman. Tall, shapely and seemingly fit, the only difference between her outfit and mine for outside is the colors and the addition of a scarf around her neck. Standing on a set of skis, she is having a hard time it seems pushing herself with the poles forcing the instructor to walk alongside her. Stopping to watch, I look on and when she paddles like a penguin to turn around, I can see why the instructor doesn't seem to have a problem with her incompetence.

In a near freezing day, smack dab the middle of December, this woman is showing off a crap ton of cleavage! Easily a D, she is by every means endowed, just not as endowed as me. Also wearing a pair of leggings with ankle warmers, I can clearly see the outline of her crotch which like me, she does totally on purpose. Unlike me however, her butt isn't much to write home about. The only reason anyone can see it is because of those pants.

Lost in my thoughts as I watch her act like a bimbo, I faintly feel my phone humming against my hip. Pulling it out I look at the time and realize that I have 10 minutes before my first lesson is supposed to start! Scampering down the hall, I find the staircase and run up it as fast as I can. Using the map to help me get back to my room, I throw on my knit cap and my vest along with a pair of gloves and then run out the door, grabbing my skis on my way out. Rushing down the stairs and out the back, I arrive in the nick of time. Taking a deep breath at the top of the stairs to steady my nerves and make it look as though I wasn't in a hurry at all, I pull down on the zipper of my vest and then pull it aside just enough. Walking down, I saunter across the snow where Shane and the brunette bimbo are still talking. Even from the base of the steps I can tell that she is flirting heavily. Posing and swaying, while twirling a lock of her hair in her finger, she is doing all of the right things to get his attention and ultimately get him in her bed. Keeping my comments to myself, I instead act surprised when I approach.

"Shane? Why didn't you tell me you worked here?" I say loudly and convincingly which makes them both turn their heads towards me.

Incensed that her flirting has been interrupted, the brunette bimbo with perfect chestnut hair looks at me cross only when she looks back to Shane and sees him still staring at me. "You know her?" She asks in order to get his attention back on her and her obviously pushed up rack.

At a momentary loss for words, Shane can't do anything but look from my bigger tits to the brunette's smaller, but spilling out tits.

Seeing this I am all too pleased to help out as I stop right in front of them both with a big and beaming smile plastered on my face. "Well, not really. We met when he helped me in with my bags." I say as I push my chest forward forcing jacket to unzip more and separate as my gargantuan melons thrust right out, nipping and all.

Taking a look at my superior endowments causes the brunette to sneer at me, but it only encourages her to flirt even more with the befuddled man. "Oh! Well how very gentlemanly of you. A woman always likes a man who helps out." She says as she reaches out and places a lone finger on the center of his chest, dragging it down. "Especially me." She finishes with a seductive smile and another push and gentle sway of her tits.

Smiling as I watch, I wait for her to do her little twirl and then sway her hips as she walks away to draw attention to her cute little butt. It jiggles a little too much for me though, but when you have an ass like mine? Well...

"See you tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m. sharp Deb's!" Shane calls out and waves with a wistful smile on his face. Looking back she throws him a wink and a little wave, but the moment she's far enough away, his eyes bolt like lightning back to my bigger and better bust. "Hey Victoria, are you excited to learn how to ski?"

Smiling as I lean my weight on one leg, I nod my head with an easy-going smile. "Of course." I say as I take a moment to zip up my vest.

"Great!" He says excitedly as we get started.

Having already watched "Deb"act like an incompetent fool, I make it a point to learn as quickly as I can. Not only am I better looking than her, but if I'm smarter than her then her attempt at acting stupid is not going to work out. You can be smart and sexy at the same time hunny.

Of course it took me a little bit to get used to staying up and moving about on the skis by using my feet and not just the poles. I also really didn't mind when he caught me as I was about to fall! Helping me back up as my feet kept sliding around, it only happened when he practically hugged me from behind and lifted me up then set me back down. For a moment we stood there, his strong arms wrapped around just below my colossal bust as my big and perfect ass squished right into his crotch. Feeling a shiver run up my spine, I blush a tad when I came a little in my panties.

"Are you all right? Do we need to take a little break?" Shane asks.

Taking a deep breath, I don't want him to let me go because I'm pretty sure he pushed that thick log of his right into my juicy butt! "No, I'm okay. I just need to find my balance." Feeling his arms relax and his hands slide from around me, I take a deep breath and look over at him. The look on his face is genuine and he's looking nowhere but at my eyes. When I smile, he smiles back and then looks me up and down, spending a little bit more time on my caboose.

After a few more tries I'm moving about eloquently and with enough skill that he feels confident that I am ready for my first downhill by the end of our first lesson.

"So Vicki, think you're ready to hit the slopes tomorrow? You seem to be doing very well already." Shane says impressed with my progress.

"If you think I'm ready." I say and then bend down to release my skis. Fumbling with the release, I look up and he immediately starts walking over.

"These type of skis can be pretty tricky. Normally I ask that beginners use regular skis and boots because they lock tightly, these skis are for more experienced people as they don't adhere as tightly to the shoe. However your boots are pretty so I'm not going to ask you to rent a pair." He says as he crouches down. "This will be a lot easier if you stand up."

"Oh..." I say with a blush and a smile as I do as he asks. Looking down, the top of his head is only inches away from my bulging vajayjay which is burning hot. As I watch him work on releasing my skis, I cannot stop thinking about him staring openly at my crotch. Getting hornier and hornier, I bite my bottom lip as I struggle not to release yet again! But, my body and my libido have a mind of their own and before I know it my hips are gently rocking forcing me to squeeze my thighs together even tighter. Waiting with bated breath, or at least trying to look over my towering titties, I am struggling with his face so close to my erogenous zone that when he releases my feet from my skis, my hips suddenly flick.

*Squirt, squirt, squirt!*

Like a machine gun, three little shots of cream erupt from my pussy and saturate my frilly panties right behind my big foam coochie booster!

Praying that he hasn't noticed, I do see his head move and then I hear him take a solid breath with his nose. Blushing furiously, he just stays kneeling right in front of my big and bulging crotch for a few seconds then looks up at me and the underside of my jutting boobs.

"I think I... *Sniff* got it. You can remove your feet now." Shane says flushing himself as he stands up and looks at me slightly embarrassed.

Staying silent, I remove my feet and just as I am about to bend over to pick up my skis, he does it for me like the gentleman he is. Handing them to me, he gives me a little smile which makes me smile a little in return, easing my embarrassment.

"May I walk you inside?" He asks, hooking his arm.

Looking down from his face I tenderly reach out with my hand and touch his upper arm, grasping it slightly. Looking back up, I smile and you walk back inside the resort in silence. Neither of us speak until we are both standing in front of the enormous fireplace holding a cup of hot cocoa each.

Looking into my eyes and then down at my breasts that are no longer encumbered by my winter vest, Shane smiles at me. "I was thinking that you and I could schedule our lessons for after lunch. How many would you like to have? I am available every day and my rate is $150 per hour.

Taking a sip of the warm and deliciously smooth beverage, I hold the mug to my mouth as I look away with playful eyes. Lowering it I gently push out my bosom and arch my back. "I think daily would be preferable and if you don't mind. Also I would like to book you for two hour sessions."

"Sounds good Victoria, I will see you tomorrow." Shane says and then walks away, giving me a little wave after a few steps.

Smiling as I wave back, I placed my hand on the warm mug and turn towards the fire. Relaxing and reminiscing about my afternoon, it is interrupted by a very obnoxious and nasally voice behind me.

"Interesting choice of panties you have there. I expected a bitch like you to wear a thong or something."

Eyes opening wide, I instantly reach back and feel the cotton fabric of my underwear against my fingertips! Blushing momentarily, I quickly pull up my leggings to hide them as I turn around to see Deb staring at me with an amused look on her face, but one no less obnoxious.

Striding up to me with her hands on her waist and her chest pushed out for all its worth. Just like outside, her pushed up cleavage is pouring out of her top. "At least I don't need to advertise in order to be noticed." I retort as I push out my bigger bust, rising to the challenge.

Completely unfazed, Deb stops a few feet away and looks me up and down. "Well honey, at least my curves aren't bolt ons. Everything you see here is all natural." She says as she runs her hands up and down her sides while showing off her tits even more.

"You're just jealous, but I'm not surprised that up for like you have to assume that just because I'm better looking than you but I had to buy it. Is there something you want to admit?" I say just a snarly back as I stare right at her tits. Of course I'm sweating at the accusation of being a bolt on Barbie.

Is it really obvious, or is she as I just said, a jealous bitch?

"Whatever. It's just shocking that someone who is so proud of being so big chooses to keep everything covered up instead of letting it all hang out. Anyways, good luck trying to score with Shane. Him and I are already fucking so keep your hands off or else everyone will see those big and ugly panties you're wearing." Deb growls, her face now inches away from mine and staring at me menacingly.

Not backing down, I stay cool and collected. "I don't think you really want me to wear anything sexy because you know if I did that no one coming a one man, whatever looks your way again while I'm here."

Staring into each other's eyes for what feels like forever, Deb is the first to break away.

"Just remember what I said bitch. Shane is my man and I don't share."

"Okay, but don't be surprised if he dumps your sorry little ass for the better woman." I say confidently as I start to feel numerous eyes look our way to watch the stare down.

"Then I guess I have nothing to worry about, not do I... Victoria?" Replies Deb taking a step back and then turning on her heels and marching confidently away.

"We'll see about that." I reply under my breath as I flick my hair and uncock my rifles.

So caught up in my own humorous I didn't even see the folly in my own declaration, at least not at the time. Fact it didn't really start becoming real to me until a few days later. Up until then Shane kept his professionalism about him even though it was painstakingly obvious that he was attracted to me. I couldn't say that about his time with Deb, or Debra, as I later learned was her full name. Whenever I caught them together, she was hardly progressing and he seemed to have no problem being handsy when he thought nobody was looking. I also ran into him in the middle of the night in the hallway appearing rather nervous.

"Hey Shane." I say as I approach. Wearing only a pink silk robe, I have it tied tightly around my waist to hide my glaringly obvious stuffed bra and panties.

Why was I out of my room and such a state where a nudge or a tug completely unravel my secret of 23 years? Because I was out getting ice at 1:00 in the morning and I didn't think anybody else would be up and roaming about so the risk level was low.

Pausing, Shane's eyes pop right out of his skull when he sees me. Looking as though as he is caught with his hand in the cookie jar as well as completely stunned by the sight of me wearing so little, not only is his mind racing, but his eyes are roaming.

Thankfully I'm not wearing my boring and white bra and panty set, but instead a nice red one with a veneer of satin overlay.

"Oh, uh, hey Vicki. I was just... Uh... Going back to my room after a night at the bar and I seemingly forgotten my way." He says on the fly which I can see right through. "Why are you up this late?" He then asks attempting to change the subject even as he stares at the ice bucket fell to the brim in my hands.

"Just refreshing the ice bucket. I have been spending the evening drinking wine and watching Christmas movies." I reply not so honest myself. I've been drinking, but I've also been masturbating like crazy which means I'm currently standing in the hallway with a dripping wet pussy.

"Ah, well... Sounds like fun. You get some rest, okay? We are going out on the slopes tomorrow and I think you're ready for the blue oval." Shane says then nods and continues on his way, covering up his crotch.

Turning on my heels, I watch him and smile as my imagination runs rampant with his big and thick cock stuffing my big and fat pussy as he gropes and sucks on my big ass tits! Feeling the tingle turn into an irresistible itch, I hurry back to my room where I spend the next hour fulfilling another lewd sexual fantasy about him and I and making Debra scream.

When I wake up in the morning, one hand is still jammed up my hairy love hole while wearing my big white, lace cupped bra. Looking around I see toilet paper is strewn everywhere as well as sticking out of the deflated and lumpy cups. Rolling out of bed first thing I do is take it off and then clean up my mess. Depositing nearly an entire roll in the trash, I pull it out and tie it up then hide it in my suitcase which is stashed under the bed. The only thing I don't take care of is my bra. I leave that strewn out on the floor along with a pair of matching thong panties.

I may not be getting laid, but it never hurts to let the cleaning staff *think* I'm getting stuffed. I learned long ago the importance of rumor and gossip. If they talk like the way I think they're going to talk, then there's a very good chance that Shane will overhear it and it will only make him desire me more.

Exiting the shower, I brush my teeth, do my hair and makeup and then go out to my bedroom where I get dressed. Coming down the grand staircase, I turn heads like I have been for the last few days and then head to the restaurant where I order myself scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. Getting myself I look at the time and see that I have a few hours before my lesson with Shane so I meander the sauna and take a peek in the window. When I see it empty, I am not surprised because this is about the time when everybody is going to be out skiing and enjoying the outdoors. Weighing the options, I decide that it is worth it and so I grab a towel and go into the changing room. Walking back out a few minutes later, the only thing I bring with me, other than the towel wrapped around my body, is my stuffed bra. Holding it up with my arms underneath my towel, I still must maintain the illusion even if I am alone and even more important, to be able to create the illusion just in case somebody decides to join me. Pulling open the door, I step inside where I release all of my anxieties the moment the heavy wooden door closes with an ever soft this.

I am enjoying it so much that I nearly lost track of time! I didn't realize just what time it was until I was back in the safety and security of the changing room and I happened to look at my phone. "Shit!" Screeching, I quickly get dressed and beat beat back to my room or I grab my skis, vest and hat and then run as fast as I can out back. Practically jogging to the meet point, I am struggling to put on my vest and hat as well as carry my skis when I see Shane waiting for me.

Glancing down at his watch, he looks back up and shakes his head in amusement just as I drop everything to the ground. Standing in just a thin fitted sweater, my white leggings and boots, my knit hat is crooked atop my head as I reach main vainly for my fallen vest and skis. "Let me help." He says with a crooked smile as he walks up to me. Like before he bends over right in front of me and picks up my things and I just stand there with his head a foot away from my crotch. As I take a deep breath when he stands up, he is greeted by an awkward and embarrassed smile along with a chest full of tit sticking up and out at him. "Running a little late?" He says wistfully, holding open my cute vest.

"I'm so sorry! I was in the sauna and it was just so relaxing and I completely lost track of time." I reply, turning around so I can slide my arms into the holes.

"It's alright. I don't have anyone after you anyways and I don't mind sticking around a little later." Shane says as he steps back the moment I take over. "So, are you ready? Did you get enough rest?"

In the middle of Sydney got my jacket and stepping into my skis, I look up and nod. "Yes I did."

"Good because we're going to go out on a blue oval today instead of the green square course. This one is going to be a little bit steeper with more twist and turns, but nothing I'm sure you can't handle." Shane says sounding just like a proud coach.

"Trust me, I know how to handle burden or two." I say with a laugh as I press my fists to my waist and sway my tits side to side.

"I see..." Shane says mesmerized as he openly stares at my chesty monsters then let's his gaze drop even more to my big and bulging vagina. "Well, we should get going." He says snapping out of his stasis.

Skiing with him to the lift, we don't say another word, but exchange a lot of glances. Listen until we are Midway up the small mountain that I turn and ask him a question that's been burning me since the first day I got here. "Are you and Debra having sex?" I ask. I don't know for sure, but I have a feeling that Debra's suite is only a few doors away from mine and employee lodging is on the first floor on the other side.

Pretending to ignore my question, it's not until I poke him in the arm does he look over at me and then down at the bench in the space that separates us. "We have... Something going on, why?" He asks looking up at me with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Or it could be that's what I want to see.

"Just because I know that your room is nowhere near mine so the only thing I could guess is that you were visiting Deb." I say.

Turning white and blushing at the same time, Shane looks away and exhales. "Look, don't tell anybody because I can lose my job if it was found out that I I'm screwing a client."

Smiling at my own intuition and Nancy Drew like detective work, I reach over and pat his thigh. "My lips are sealed.* I say than close them and make a motion with my fingers of zipping up my lip and tossing the key over my shoulder.

"Thanks Vicki." He says sounding both relieved and a tad dismayed. I almost get the feeling that by admitting he's screwing Debra that he has just shot himself in the foot of ever having a chance with me. Then there is also the conflict of interest if he were to pursue me, how would Debra react? Probably not good if you were to find out considering how possessive she came off and she confronted me in front of the fireplace.

After that brief conversation, we both go silent again until we reach the end of the ride. Hopping off first, Shane turns and holds out his arms ready to assist. Sliding off next, I suddenly shocked when I feel 32° air along my lower back and my butt! Throwing my hands back, I quickly try to pull up my fallen pants and stuffed panties, I start to reel backwards!

"Vicki!" Shane calls out and catches me, pulling me into him in a blur!

Squeezed up against him as I let go of my pants, I instantly feel my giant fake boobs squish excruciatingly tight against my chest!

*Gasp!*

Realizing right away what is going on, Shane lets me go but stays close to make sure that I am balanced. "Ummm ,sorry about that." He says blushing again.

Now being **** to adjust my tits right in front of my instructor, I put on an easygoing smile and play it off like it's no big deal. "It's okay, you were protecting me." Of course it's a big deal! Not only for my tits being squished, but I totally felt his hard ding dong pressing up against me! If only it were a few inches lower...

Putting on the brakes to my vivid and rapid imagination, the last thing I want to do is have another creamy accident in front of a man who I know wants to stuff me bad. Skiing to the edge of the top, I look over and watch as he puts on his goggles and gets ready to go down. With his attention diverted, I give my pants and underwear a secure pull upwards and then a reassuring touch to my bulging pussy. Feeling an electric shock instantly rip up my spine, It's then that I truly realize just how horny I really am.

I am on the verge of exploding like Jim blows his load for Nadia in American Pie.

Taking a deep breath, the rise and fall coupled with the weight of my huge boobs only reminds me of how tender I am right now. Even the slight dragging of my itty bitty nipples along the fabric of my stuffed bra excites me.

When Shane looks over at me, we nod together and push off down the slope. When I was going down the green square courses, I was able to stand mostly up because they are very shallow and mostly straight. This one is definitely steeper and with twist and turns that are well within my capabilities, I find that I have to crouch down lower and lower just to keep my balance. It also means that I can feel the ice cold air running down my butt crack as my padded butt and boosted coochie shift down and up respectively! Racing down the mountain and keeping up, I am praying that the course will level up so I can stand up and be able to pull my pants up without losing my balance. Seeing what I I think it's a leveling off up ahead, I start to stand up and grab at my pants when I happen to look over and see Shane crouching down even lower. Slightly confused, it's not until I look forward do I realize that I'm about to hit a jump!

"EEEEEEEEEEK!" I let out a blood curdling scream as I fly through the air with my legs and arms splayed wide out and open! Flying through the air with my chest involuntarily pushed out and my arms reeling, I let go of the poles! The only positive thought in my head right now other than the sight of my glorious tits must be how my ass looks in these hot and sexy, snow white leggings! Slightly bent back, it only makes my bubble look bigger and more mouth watering... That is until I land hard making my huge tits bounce roughly up and down as I almost do a split! "WATCH OUT!!!!" I cry out!

Literally jumping out of the way, I watch as people dive into the snow to keep from getting smashed into except one. My eyes opening wide, I watch as Shane turns around, still standing on his skis we recognizes what it's happening, his face registers complete shock and surprise!

*CRASH!!!*

Slamming right into him with a speed that I have no clue, we crash into the snow and skid stop me on top of him and my legs spread open.

"Ugh..." Shane moans mostly under his breath.

It takes me a minute to register what is happening because not only am I still reeling from butting heads, but I can also feel his rock hard glory pressing right into my big and fat looking pussy. Able to feel him right through the thick padding crowning my crotch, I am in a daze. But I do finally snap out of it, I see him holding his nose as blood runs out from underneath his hands and down either side of his face.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" I shout sitting up which makes him visibly wince.

It also made his brick pulsate.

*It's... Okay. I'll be fine." Shane says holding his nose.

Climbing up and off of him, I then reach down and offer him a hand. Grabbing hold with one, I know I'm not really helping him to his feet and the moment he is standing, I turn around and shout at the bevy of onlookers. "Does anybody have anything that we can use for his bloody nose?"handed a handkerchief, I quickly turn and bring it carefully to Shane's face where he takes over. "Come on, let's get you inside..."I say as we walk away together, leaving our strewn skis behind.

No sooner are we inside and Debra is running up making a scene. "Oh my gooooooddddd! What happened?" The brunette with the big boobs bouncing practically outer for low cut top cries out! Wearing a pair of skin tight jeans and a thick black belt, she looks like the picture perfect girlfriend. In fact she looks almost as good as I do until she turns around, or unleashes those puppies from what I suspect is an overburdened and very padded push-up bra.

"We were coming down the mountain and Victoria didn't realize that there was a jump at the very end and she lost control and I ended up breaking her fall before she got seriously hurt." Shane says as he takes a couple of steps away from me.

The moment he says that the bitch stares at me with daggers in her eyes. "So he has a broken nose because of you? Get away from him you clumsy, idiotic bimbo!"yelling at the same time as she is reaching out, she places her hand on my shoulder and shoves me back!

So shocked as such behavior, I just stand there stupidly as I glare at the woman who is now tending to Shane. Still standing there when they walk off together, her arm draped around his back, I only go to leave once they start ascending the stairs.

I spent the rest of the day walking around the town just a few miles away and returned when it was close to dinner time. Eating alone, I am of course asked by a few lonely men if I would like to have a dinner companion to which I politely say no. It's not that they weren't handsome, but I'm just not really feeling up to it. It also doesn't help the sitting a few tables away is Shane and his girlfriend Debra who has the full bimbo effect going on. Tits hanging out of the top of her dress, too much makeup and hair done up as if she is going to prom instead of to the resort restaurant. Sitting there and trying to eat as she laughs like a hyena at absolutely nothing is absolutely infuriating me. And I know she knows because she keeps looking over at me with a smug look.

Going up to my room after dinner, I turn on HBO and lay on top of my bed and decide just to relax tonight. No playing with myself or anything. I'm just not feeling it. Nodding off in the middle of The Princess diaries, I am startled awake by the sound of shouting in the slamming of a door! Jolting awake, I sit up in immediately run to my door, adjusting my tits as I go. Cracking an open, i peek outside see Shane a few doors down pleading to be let back in.

"Look babe, I'm sorry, okay?!?"

"I don't want to fucking hear it loser!" I hear Debra yell almost as if she is standing next to me.

"Come on, it's not like this happens all the time! In fact this is the first time for me!!" Shane says sounding guilty and like he's pleading at the same time.

Begging for mercy and forgiveness.

"I swear it's all because of you!"

"Don't try to give me that BS! It's because of that big titted cow with the red hair! You don't think I see the way you look at her?"

"Debs, please.. let me back in and I will make it up to you, I promise!" Shane says, now thoroughly begging and looking rather pathetic in my opinion.

Ah... The things men will do In the heat of the moment that when given time they understand why. He just needs to play it out, I think to myself as a small grin starts to spread my still immaculately painted lips.

"What, by thinking of her while screwing me? Get the fuck out of here!" Debra screams.

Opening his mouth, I watch as Shane shuts it and turns and starts heading down the hall. Quickly closing my door, I don't want him to know that I have been listening, but as I give him his face I'm getting ready to make my move. Running to the bathroom, I do a once-over on my makeup and then Papa mint in my mouth. Giving my boobs and my bottoms a Swift adjustment, I slip on a pair of sexy high heels and then exit my room and head down to the bar.

Do I know where he is going? No, but most people tend to retreat to the drink in order to drown out the sorrows of a night of passion gone wrong. Walking down the grand staircase, I turn towards the restaurant and when I walk in I see my prey doing exactly what I had hoped he would be doing.

Getting drunk.

Approaching silently, I slide onto a stool a few spaces away and silently raised my hand to get the bartender's attention.

Walking up to me while polishing a glass, the elderly, heavyset man complete with an iconic western style mustache greets me with a smile. "What can I get for the lovely lady tonight?" He asks taking a healthy look at my big boobs.

"Just a Coke, thank you." I say just loud enough for him to hear.

Tilting his head, the bartender's a little surprise that my selection, but acknowledges it with a slight shrug of his shoulders and a tilt of his head. "Coming right up."

Waiting for my drink, I look over to see Shane buried in his shot of whiskey, or it could be rum, I don't really know nor does it matter. Half expecting him to look up and notice me, I am not all that surprised when he doesn't by the time I drink arrives. Grasping the straw with my finger and thumb, I delicately wrap my lips around it and take a small sip. Savoring the flavor, I swallow it and then look over at Shane. "Is everything all right hun?"I asked and a calm and somber voice.

In the middle of taking his shot, he looks over as he sets the glass down and emotions for another. Making eye contact with me, he instantly blushes and looks back down at his empty glass. "Oh yeah I do this from time to time. Helps me go to sleep."

Nodding my head even though I don't believe a word, I don't make a move quite yet. I want to feel him out a little longer first. Also, I don't want Debra walking in on me trying to make moves on her man in case she has a change of heart and decides to chase after him.

"Me too." I say as I hold up my glass.

"What are you having?" Shane perks up at the commonality and looks at me with a small smirk.

"What does it look like I'm having?" I asked in a playful and sarcastic tone. I need to see just how drunk he is.

Looking at my glass for a long hard while, he closes his eyes and then opens them before speaking. "Rum and coke?"

*Sip*

Still keeping eye contact with him, I wait until his gauge drops to my turtleneck bursting tits. The moment does I smile and slide one stool closer. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier." And elevate my tone to sound just a little bit cuter and a little bit more innocent.

"I swear everything's fine. I got it checked out and thankfully it's not broken, just a really bad nosebleed." Shane replies and then picks up his freshly filled glass and takes another shot.

"I'm relieved, I swear. You have no idea how worried I was about you." I say as I watch emotion for yet another refill. Glancing at the clock on the wall I notice the time is 10:30. "How many drinks have you had?"

"Six." He answers and then picks up his 7th and starts bringing it to his lips.

"Uh uh uh... I think you've had enough and isn't that a little excessive for someone who's simply struggling to go to sleep?" I asked after sliding over to the last stool and then leaning over and placing my hand in the way. Now inches from his face, I look deeply into his eyes where I can smell the strong **** on his breath.

If he drinks too much he's not going to be able to get it up and I don't need him passing out on me before I have a chance to get him into my bed.

Staring at my hand, he eventually looks into my eyes and if there was any determination to push my hand away so we can take that 7th drink, it disappears the moment our eyes linger on each other's. "You know, maybe you're right. To be honest, I'm not drinking because I can't sleep. I'm drinking because I think my girlfriend just broke up with me."

Sitting back just a little, I raised my hand to my mouth and feign surprise. "Oh no, what happened?"

"I'd rather not talk about it." Shane says, his cheeks flushing a rosy hue.

And a breath you're my fucker loves, I exhale as I look away. "Wow, you do need to go to bed because you still have lessons to give in the morning. You can't just cancel or your boss may think something is up."

Grabbing his attention, he looks at me with a sideways glance, listening intently.

Got him.

"But how hot and heavy you two have been since I've been here, I don't think there's a doubt in anybody's mind what's really going on. And I don't think it would take very much for your boss's to put two and two together."

Sighing hard, Shane waits for me to move my hand out of the way so he can down his last shot of the night. Setting the glass down with a purpose, he turns in his seat and looks at me. "You're right. You are so, so right. Have I ever told you how beautiful you are and smart too?"

That is blurry compliment, I happen to look down and see him needing my breast. Giving him bedroom eyes as I take his hand in mine, I slide from the stool and he follows right along. "You can tell me more about anything you want as I take you to your room, okay?"

"Okay..." He says stumbling slightly.

Seeing that he is in no shape to do much of anything, I open my purse and pull out my credit card and motion to the bartender to use it to cover both tabs. Nodding and understanding, and with a smile on his face, he rings me up and hands it back to me along with my receipt. Stuffing it back in my purse as Shane drapes his arm over my shoulder, I turn him towards the door and escort him out of the restaurant and away from the bar.

"Do you have any idea how *hiccup* sexy you are?" Shane says dragging his feet and leaning more of his weight into me.

"I've had a few." I say sarcastically which makes him laugh.

"Heh heh... When you were getting out of your car I knew that I wanted to stick my dick in you."

Grinning, I don't mind if he talks so brazenly to me. And any other circumstance the guy would be getting a slap. But this one I want to feel inside of me and if I'm right, he'll sober up just enough to keep it up, but not enough to truly realize what he is doing. "Let me guess, it's because my tits are so big?"

*Hic!* "I just thought, you're pretty, you have beautiful hair and you got a big ass that just turns me on every time I walk behind you or I see you standing sideways to me. I've never seen such a girl such a bubbly butt before and that's not the most impressive part about you that makes me want to fuck your brains out." Shane says as we make our way down the hall to his employer provided room. "It's your pussy. The first time I saw stretching out the crotch of your yoga pants, I knew that I just had to fill it up. It looks so luscious and large, that I know that I'm the only guy capable of doing it right."

Listening to him spill everything that he thinks about me, I know that he only wants to use me, but why do I care? I only want to use him too and have a little bit of arm candy for Christmas and New Year's Eve. Maybe get a kiss under the mistletoe?

And my worry about getting caught being a big fake? Not a problem when the guy is nearly three sheets to the wind! It won't take much to jog his memory but all the fun he had playing with my big tits while ravaging my big fat pussy for hours the night before.

To be fair I don't think it's going to last longer than a few minutes.

Which is all my hairy little lady really needs. Just another secret that I really don't want getting out so screwing drunk guys is the best way to keep it while still getting pleasured.

Fumbling to unlock the door, Shane finally gets it open and like a guy who party too hardy, he stumbles in and nearly drags me down with him! Thank God his room is about the size of a closet because when we go we land right on the bed. Rolling right on top of him, I start making out with him hard.

And like I expect, he slides his hands to my back and then down to my overstuffed butt. Groping it and squeezing it like a plaything, he gets nice and hard really fast and I avail myself of his readiness I rubbing my coochie monster up and down his shaft through our clothes.

"I want you to stuff me so bad. You know how long I've been dreaming of your big and meaty cock?" I say knowing that's exactly what guys love to hear regardless if their dicks are really big or not. It seems to get them even more excited.

"Since we first met?" He asks still rubbing and squeezing my big buns.

"Mmmmmmmmmm both are dreams are going to come true."I say as I stand up and walk over to the door. Pushing it shut as I look over my shoulder, I watch him position himself on the bed as he takes off his clothes.

Smiling in the darkened room, the only light coming from the Moon outside the window, I reach down and then pull my super tight turtleneck up and off. "I really like it when a man takes control. Do you think you can handle being on top?"

"Yeah." Shane says wearing a crooked smile as he watches me through the shadows take off my pants and shoes. "Fuck you're so hot. You're the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"I know and after tonight, I'm going to be the hottest fuck you've ever had." As I climb that with him wrap myself around him.

Making out and feeling each other up for a little bit, it doesn't take long for Shane to start sliding his hand around my back.

I know what he wants.

He wants to take off my bra.

Reaching back I stopped his clumsy efforts at taking off my tits and gently guide it back to one of the bogus big cups. "If you don't mind I'd rather keep it on. They're just so heavy and with how things are going to go, I really don't want to wake up with sore tits and back."

Just made it first, Shane ends up nodding in agreement. "I can believe that without big they are and how small you are. This is still better than seeing Deb's tits."

This is where most girls would get offended because it is a big No-No to talk about another girl when a guy is about to get it on with a new one. Not me, I love juicy gossip and knowing the pain points of certain individuals.

Debra being one of them.

"Oh?" Sounding mildly interested as I kiss his face, his neck and then his chest all the while masturbating him.

"Because without particularly padded push-up bra, her tits are like floppy pancakes. Completely deflated. But damn, yours are so much better already. I can tell just by touching them that you, Victoria have the best tits in the whole wide world." He says gushing on my boobies and then finishes by taking one in his mouth and sucking on the nipple through the fabric.

Realizing that the window is starting to close, I roll on my back and then lift my ass so I can take off my stuffed butt panties while he is still preoccupied with my monstrous boobs. When I go to set them on the floor gently, they slip and fall to the carpet with a dull thud!

*Whump!!!*

"What was that?" Shane asks, pulling his mouth away from my tit to try and look around.

"It's nothing baby, probably in the next room over or something."

"But there's no one occupying a room on either side of me." Shane says not enticed.

"Then maybe it came from the hallway, okay? But does it really matter? You're about to stick your big and thick and meaty cock in my big and beautiful pussy. I am so wet for you."I say literally shopping my tits up into his face as I open my legs and prepare for penetration.

Not needing to be told twice, he buries his face and what he thinks are my big and natural boobs then locks lips with me as he guides his thick member to my hairy love hole. "You're not shaved?" He asks wow working his big mushroom head into my tight little hole.

"No because I really didn't think I was going to be getting any tonight. It's the winter carpet. Trust me it goes away by summer." I say lying right through my teeth. I haven't taken a razor to my bush once.

So let's just say that it is a gnarly mess down there and because it stays unused way more often than not, I really have no inclination to make it more presentable to the opposite sex. Also it kind of helps hide the fact that I'm not really as well endowed down there as I advertise myself to be.

Grunting and groaning, he eventually gets it inside of my sopping wet hole, a hole that has already been well at work on self lubrication the moment we stepped into his room. In fact I've already had three mini orgasms before I even took my panties off. Going balls deep, the sudden pressure makes my pussy fart and while we fuck, it doesn't shut up!

"Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh! UUUUUUUUUHHHH!!!" Moaning the moment we start, it is barely a minute when I let out a loud and long and regurgitating moan of pleasure as I erupt all over Shane's cock! My back arching and then relaxing, I am completely spent as my gel filled stuffed bra bounces ridiculously all around and up and down my chest.

"Oh fuck baby, I thought you come! We must have been going at it for hours because I can't hold it in anymore."Shane grounds pumping as best he can but even I can feel him starting to go flaccid.

"Then pull it out and cream all over me." I encourage him and watch as he pulls out and grabs his floppy cock and starts pumping it for the life of him to make something come out of it.

Realizing that he's not going to cum, I quickly lean forward and take it in my mouth. Sucking on a convincingly, I think close my eyes and start shaking as I pretend he is blowing his load down my throat. Pulling off I wipe my mouth and smile up at him as he shrinks and shrivels to the size of a thick thumb on a burly man's hand.

"Oh yeah, that tasted so good. I nearly choked!" I say wearing a big smile as I sit up and play with one of my big looking tits.

Watching me in the dark, Shane smiles like an idiot. "Fuck yeah..." And then without warning, he crashes to the bed snoring.

Looking at him for a few minutes as I sit there and just my bra and my pussy dripping, I wait to see if he's going to wake up. Realizing he's not, I find his shirt and clean myself with it before getting dressed and leaving the room. Once I walk out the door and shut it, I lean back and look towards the ceiling wearing a very satisfied smile.

Following day when it was time for my lesson, I wasn't really surprised when Shane admitted he really couldn't remember what happened last night. So of course I told him a trumped-up tail how amazing we were, but all of the different positions we tried and how he couldn't stop drooling over my hot and sexy body. "I can't believe I even let you go anal. I never let a man do that, but I guess you're special." I say with a broad and perfect smile and then finish with a big and hard and wet kiss. When I pull away with a loud smack, still holding either side of his face in my hands, he has the same look that a goofy eyed and grinning teenage boy would have after receiving a kiss from the most popular and hottest girl in school.

The day is leading up to Christmas Eve were really great. After their little break up and being seen with me that morning at breakfast, Deb's canceled the rest of her skiing lessons. Seemingly out of the picture, just allows me and him to spend more time together and we did. Getting the slopes during the day and enjoying each other at night, we would always go to the bar before going back to his room to do the dirty. While I sip on Coca-Cola, he gets smashed. Then when we go back to the bedroom to do it, he doesn't remember a thing which allows me to tell him whatever he needs to hear.

Fault me all you want, but it has to be this way. If Shane ever sees the real me, he would never want to be with me. Why would a guy of his caliber want to screw around with a mid-thirties woman who can't even sport a womanly figure?

It's for the greater good and the fling is over when the vacation is over so win-win. He moves on and I move on.

On the night of Christmas Eve, I was fully expecting it to be the perfect night. Him and I, me and him dancing the night away in the Grand ballroom with all of the jealous cows seeing enrage and not just my perfect body, but at the man who gets to enjoy it! Unlike the New Year's Eve party which is a formal affair, the Christmas party is dressed casual. Having only turtle next and the leggings, I pick inappropriately themed top and red and adorn it with a pair of mine now infamous tight, white yoga pants. Feeling all of my fabrics hug me like a second skin, i gaze longingly at my reflection in the full length mirror, twisting and turning as I ogle myself.

"I look so hot and sexy as usual. I mean can Shane say no just such a large and full chest, this big and round and bubbly booty, not to mention that these pants show off just how big and full and maturely endowed I am down here.... Mmmmmmm rawwwwrrrrrr...." As I talk about my stunning body my hands are framing my crotch, gently rubbing it along either side. "Small all around and big where it counts. Look out girls, here comes trouble!"

Fully engrossed and myself that when I do my final turn and walk away, I fail to realize that I'm wearing the same yoga pants that nearly failed me when skiing just a few days ago. Walking out of my bedroom to the small living room of my sweets, I pick up my purse from the table by the door. "Oops!" I exclaim when it slips for my hand and hits the floor spilling everything out of it. Bending right over to pick everything up so I can be on my way, that's when I realized my careless mistake. Sliding right down along with my juicy butt expanding panties, I stand right up clutching my boosted backside! "Damn it!" Looking at my phone I realize that I really don't have time to change so I end up picking up all of my things again with my panties half hanging out and the top of my butt crack showing. Standing up, I wiggle my sexy pants and stuffed panties back up and hurry out the door so I can be on time to meet up with Shane.

Meeting up with my sexy hunk at the bar, we share a kiss and then walk to the party hand in hand. Signing in, we are given Santa hats to wear if we choose to. Shane donning his, I choose to not accept mine because I really don't want to hide my beautiful hair. With a big smile on my face and my chest pushed out proudly I walk in with my man who every woman at the resort is no doubt secretly dreaming about.

Well, they're going to have to keep on dreaming because he's fucking this bitch right here. The one wearing the excruciatingly tight top and pants that shows off every inch of her beautifully over endowed body. Showing off my epic supremes and swaying my hips, I can feel the bulge of my big and and fully showing off pussy wiggling with every step. Every stride causes my thighs to rub up against it which only turns me on even more as the sexy sway of my diaper like butt gently reminds me that it's not really mine. How? Because the itty bitty butt cheeks it's hiding are happily sliding against the cotton lined foam padding filling them out.

Just like my pussy.

Just like my flatter the flat chest.

I'm a stuffer and I love it.

And all the while every one of these ogling and drooling morons have no idea!

Returning to the present, I turn and look up at Shane who looks down at me with a big smile on his face. It is so obvious that he is so happy to be seen with me that he can't even hide it. Front of his pants are extended a little more than usual. Not fully, but it wouldn't take much to make him nice and hard.

"Do you think we could stop at the refreshments table and get a glass of eggnog together?"as we skirt around the dance floor wear couples are enjoying themselves to the music picked by the DJ.

"Anything for you." Shane says then looks down at my ready to burst turtleneck.

Beaming, we go to the buffet and I wait as he scoops that eggnog into a couple of cups. Handing me mine, we stand there and drink together while talking amongst ourselves.

"Oh look who it is, the boyfriend stealing Bolt On Barbie." A familiar voice says just behind me.

Spinning on that heels of my designer boots I stare the brunette bitch down who is wearing yet again another low cut sweater with her hooters hanging out. "Oh, hi. Looking for a date? You won't find one here. In fact you might have a better chance of finding one out on the corner." I say to her, staring right at her cleavage.

"I hope you're having fun enjoying my sloppy seconds." Debra says to me coldly then turns to Shane and poses. "When you're tired of playing with a pair of bolt on silicone domes and absurdly oversized fake ass while fucking a collagen enhanced slut cunt, you know where to find me." Winking and then spinning on her heels, Deb struts off making sure to wiggle her jiggly ass.

Feeling with my bottom lip sticking out in my arms crossed under my breasts, I fail to see Shane looking for me to her and then back at me with an inquisitive eye. "Is that why you don't like taking your bra off when we do it? Look, if you had a boob job I really don't care. Your knockers are still way better than hers any day of the week."

I should have been ecstatic with the admission at he finds fake assets hot, but at that moment in time my pride got the best of me.

"This body is *not* fake. I am 100% the real deal. She's just jealous that I have the better body and because of that, the better guy." I say with a huge smile as I turn and reach up so I can put his face down for a long and hard kiss. Feeling his arms wrap around me and pull me in tight, I exhale hard when my big fake boobs squish and start expanding along my chest. Then when his hands move down to my bloated backside and starts rubbing it and squeezing it, I start imagining how would feel he started cramming his cock into the foam enhanced bulge of my undeniable womanhood.

Breaking the kiss off when I start feeling my hips start to twerk, I look at him panting. "Okay baby... You're turning me on a little too much."

Smiling and smirking, Shane looks me up and down. "Then how about we go dance and let's show everyone here just how hot and sexy you are."

Feeling him take my hand, I let him lead me out to the middle of the floor where we start dancing all around. Doing the mamba and adding spins, I cannot help but imagine that I am on dancing with the Stars and everyone is looking at me. Of course I only notice those that are and I cannot help but watch their eyes as they go from my bulging big tits and down to my booty pop and crevice creating monster. I love how my leggings show off my pussy... My big and crotch dominating maw. It's already imagine all of the men who would love to shut their thingies up inside of me and stuff me like no tomorrow. So caught up in my thoughts and my lewd imagination that the time simply flies and before I know it it has been nearly an hour. The moment the last song ends and my twirl finishes, I am breathing hard while looking up in to Shane's eyes as he looks back deeply into mine.

"Victoria, I think I'm..." Shane starts to say and I can feel my heart start to race.

He's going to do it, he's going to say it.

He's falling in love with me.

It's like a dream come true, just like in all of those fairy tale movies that I watched growing up.

Taking a deep breath, I feel my breasts rise as I wait with bated breath and a bit bottom lip in anticipation. My tits pointing up, my nipples bleeding the way as they blaze to the obscenely tight fabric of my specially fitted top. Rising and falling with my heavy breathing, I can even feel my pussy get wet and start to dribble, coating it and the stuffed crotch of my panties in the warm liquid cream of my oozing release.

"Curvy Dreams, huh?"

And just like that my fairy tale fantasy comes to a screeching halt. Interrupted by the nasally and obnoxious voice of Debra. It also means that the waistband of my underwear has been showing and no one had bothered to say a word.

Curvy Dreams, the company that makes my curvy dreams come true...

And now she knows along with everybody else.

Turning on my heels, I look at the brunette with the obnoxiously pushed up tits to go along with her Fran Drescher like voice and scowl at her. Instantly slamming my fists to my waist, I lean forward with my chest pushed out. "What's your problem?"

"You." Debra says cockily.

"Well you need to get over it. Shane has obviously chosen the better woman."I reply back as the chatter in the room goes silent.

"Really? What is Curvy Dreams anyway? Didn't your dreams already come true, or is there something you want to tell everybody?" Deb says her nose now inches away from mine.

Not backing down, I feel like two prize fighters getting ready to get it on. "It's just another brand of underwear, okay? Maybe if you had curves like me then you would understand why I would need such underwear in the first place, get lost!"

And this is where I made a fatal mistake. Not just leaving it alone, my eyes drift down to Debra's amply stacked top in the bevy of boobie being pushed up into the low-cut neckline. Reaching right beneath her tits, I find the bridge of her bra and immediately yank it right up!

"Hey!" Debra cries out as her blouse and bra rise right up making her tits fall out! Lifting it all right up over her face, everyone gets to see her naked chest and discover that her big d cups are nothing more than a pair of saggy pancakes!

"Huh... Looks like somebody has some curvy dreams of their own." I say triumphantly as I step back and look at what I have done with pride and an ego full of arrogance that is bigger than my collective curves.

Instantly the other guests start laughing and soon the room is filled with subtle and soft laughter and giggles. Feeling the vibe in the room, I turn sharply on the balls of my feet and return my attention to Shane was standing there looking at me completely shocked. "So, what were you saying?"

Swallowing hard and then clearing his throat, Shane takes my hands and looks deeply into my eyes again. "Vicki..."

"Yes?" I say as my imagination fills with the scenes of Cinderella as my heart begins to race and my pussy begins to drip anew.

*WOOSH!!!*

And then it happens, everything gets turned up on its head. In the blink of an eye the room that was eagerly awaiting a proclamation of love is now staring in a much different way.

Staring right at a pair of panties that look more like a diaper than a pair of womanly underwear! Like a helmet covered in cotton, the only flesh showing is that from the skinny legs sticking out of the leg holes!

"OH MY GOD!" I cry out as I cross my legs awkwardly and cover up my crotch with my hands! Looking around at all of the shocked faces from my partially bent over and awkward stance, I wish that a hole would suddenly open up underneath me and suck me in!

My super stuffed panties, the secrets to my curvy bottom half, completely and utterly exposed to everyone including the man of my fantasy-driven dreams!

Of course in my current position I know that I'm making purpose of my special panties all the more apparent.

"Is that... A diaper?" A man in the crowd asks aloud.

"No, but they are some of the ugliest panties I've ever seen!" A woman, presumably his wife, responds chuckling.

"That has to be one ugly ass if you have to keep it THAT covered up, cow!" Debra shrills in delight from behind! "Fat injections gone wrong?"

Okay, okay. So no one has figured it out I say in my head as I look around desperately for a way out. And then to my horror I hear the ever recognizable gaggle of teenage girls.

Giggling and pointing, they are filming on their phones when one of them speaks up. "Oh my god, I think I know what those are!" One of them says.

"Hehehe, what?!?" The one holding the phone and recording asks.

The other girl also holding her phone start swiping and then holds it to her friend. "I think those are these, look!"

Eyes opening wide and jaw dropping, the girl holding the phone and filming covers her mouth with her hand. "No way! Those panties are stuffed!?"

"Yep..." Says the girl doing the research. "Curvy Dreams, Bubble Butt Plus! They even come with an option for vaginal enhancement."

"Wait, you can get padded panties that also make your pussy look bigger too? What the fuck? Who does that?"

Lowering her phone, research girl looks right at me and points. "Obviously her."

Listening to this, I cannot believe that where I purchase my underwear has already been discovered and then announced rather loudly to a room that is so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Filling with fear as every word echoes without interruption, my heart knocks hard into my chest as I feel my knees start to shake out of control. Looking from them to Shane, I plead with him. "It's not true baby, it's not true! They're lying, I swear! I am your curvy dream come true!"

That's when I feel a finger dip into the behind the waist band behind me!

"NOOOO! DON'T DO THAT!" I scream like a banshee as I quickly turn around and lunge myself into Debra!

Desperation setting in, I go after her with everything I have! Flying, slapping and grabbing at anything I can get my hands on, I become a wild animal trapped in a corner and just trying to get out and get away! If it wasn't for her then none of this would have been happening and my fairy tale would have come true! Instead I am now staring down the gauntlet of being revealed and exposed. 23 years of my carefully guarded secret being disregarded in a single night. Christmas Eve no less. But then before I know it, my wild flailing and clawing for anything to turn the tables as quickly overcome. Next thing I know I am being spun around in my arms are flying above my head as I feel my super tight turtleneck being peeled up and off as the clasps to my bra are being unhooked!

"NOT MY TITS!!!" I scream as everyone watches with amused looks on their faces, stepping closer to get a better look as my top gets caught underneath my colossal bust, lifting it slightly before coming free and whipping right up and off! The moment my arms are free they move like a blur to cradle and hug my enchanting enhancements!

Now left in only my bra and panties, there's no way I can pull my pants up now which causes me to hyperventilate as they start doing small circles hoping for someone, anyone to offer me a blanket or help me get away from this drain that has transformed into a nightmare! "Please, please! Will somebody help me?!" I wanted to scream, but only a squeak is able to exit my exquisitely painted lips. Looking from the sea of stunned and amused faces, I look to Shane who stands there completely and utterly confused.

Just a moments ago he was looking at a curvy and buxom beauty and now he is staring at a small and skinny woman wearing the most absurd looking underwear he has ever seen. Standing there with his arms hanging by his side, he can't even lift a finger and I honestly don't know if he would.

Hugging my fully encased tits tightly to my chest, they squish like big balloons which only reveals just how fake they really are. When I eventually turn and face Debra, she is looking at me with daggers and a crooked smirk. "Oh. My. God. Victoria you are faker than a $3 bill bitch. I was right about you being a bolt on Barbie, I just thought you would shell out the box to at least make it look some real. If anything you look more absurd than a preteen stuffing her bra with tissue paper!"

My jaw dropping as the filled to capacity room starts laughing hysterically at me, it stings even more when camera girl and her research friend start gossiping again.

"You're filming this right?" Research girl asks busily swiping her touch screen.

"Oh yeah, I'm not going to miss this! This is better than when the head cheerleader crapped her pants!" Camera girl says making a motion with her hand to zoom in, presumably on my absurd looking boobs and diaper like underwear again.

"Cool! I think I found the woman's bra she's wearing. It's also made by the same company and it's called Epic Bust! Take your Double A's and turn them into meaty Double D's!" Research girl says then shows her friend the advertisement.

"So you're saying she's completely flat-chested? Hehehehehe!!" Camera girl says giggling hard.

"Yeah, talk about being a loser." Research girl says, lowering her phone and then looking at me with that face that most teenagers make when they're not impressed.

My jaw hitting the floor, I don't have time to do anything when I hear Debra cackling in my ear. "Hahaha! Looks like someone's overcompensating! Naturally curvy, my ass!"in the next thing I know she lunges for my bra! Already unhooked, the only thing keeping it to my chest is my **** of will alone! Feeling my arms being tugged and pulled, bra straps being tugged and yanked every which way, they are an immovable wall, **** to maintain not only my dignity, but my secrets!

Like Custer's last stand, I stand in the middle of the dance floor desperately holding on to my position and just when I think it is over, she comes at me from another direction. Unable to take off my tits, Debra grabs the stuffed crotch of my panties and starts to yank down! "If you're not willing to give up your tits, then let's show everybody just how big your ass really is!"

"Noooooooo!" I cry out something more like a spoiled child getting her favorite toy taken away then a woman who is being unfairly stripped of her panties. As I cry out, I can already feel them sliding down in the moment they slip down from my waist, the entire room gasps as the unmistakable sight a pubic hair pops into view. Going lower and lower only reveals more and more of my unkept and untamed bush and when my pussy is fully exposed, so is the entirety of my mismatched carpet.

"Whoa, someone forgot to shave..." Debra cackles as she continues to pull my stuffed panties down and the crowd stairs wide-eyed in shock and surprise.

"Wow... Talk about a difference."

"I guess somebody was cheating to have a curvy derriere."

"Don't forget about that ridiculously oversized snatch that she seemingly love to show off everyday. Where is it? Still in her panties! Hehehehe!"

"Yeah, her Curvy Dreams!"

"See!? I told you it was fake!!!"

Standing there, my knees knocking as I hug my bountiful bosom to my chest, I listen to the tackles and teasing. My cheeks flush in my eyes watering, I want to cry! Never in my life have I ever been the subject of being picked on, never that I think that my carefully guarded secrets would ever be revealed. 23 years gone and my status as a curvy and buxom queen has evaporated much like the perfect dream.

"Wow slut, talk about over compensating... No ass, a pussy so hairy that I could carpet my living room floor with it. Do you see how pathetic you are? Do you see how much of a loser you always been?" Debra starts in, circling around me pulling at my pubic hair and poking my my scrawny little butt!

"Stop it! Stop making fun of me..." I whine like a child, my pussy damp, but not with the pending expulsion of my fantasy driven imagination, but with something much more primal and private. Trembling as I tighten the grip of my thighs, I struggle keep from wetting myself which would only further enhance the downward tumble of my image to the immature and little girl that I have been desperately trying to hide from myself since 7th grade.

Back when I was still wetting the bed.

The nightmare of waking up in a pull-up ended from the confidence booster I got from the first time I went to school with a pair of boobies. Ever since that first day, I seemingly matured overnight and now that maturity is in flux as I feel myself going backwards, back to a time that I thought was long gone.

*SMACK!*

*SQUIRT!*

Bouncing forward with the Swift and firm smack of bottom I let out a gas as a little bit of urine shoots from my pussy and splatters on the hardwood floor! Forgetting all about my big titties, my hands fly to my crotch and grip it tightly to keep from having an even worse accident! When I do, my loose bra, waited heavily in the front with the oversized cups fell to the brim with gel, unceremoniously slide down my arms and dangle from my wrists. Looking down one last time, I am now staring at my utterly flat and featureless chest! So sad are my real tits that even my nipples are still tiny and pink. The moment they are unveiled they stiffen like diamonds only adding to the humiliation I have always felt about my naked self.

"HOLY FUCK! SHE LOOKS LIKE A KID! HAW HAW HAW!"

Not coming from Debra, or even from the snotty teens who literally forecasted my stuffed bra and underwear, but rather from a man buried somewhere within the crowd!

Unable to take anymore, I like go of myself and quickly pull up my stuffed panties and pants! We're getting all about my tits as I burst into tears, I wrap my arms around My shrunken chest and run off bawling!!!

"WAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Bolting to my room as fast as I can, all I remember is streaks of surprise and shocked faces of those who did not attend the Christmas Eve party. For the rest of the night I cried in my arms sitting on top of my bed.

And Shane never came to check on me. Just as I expected would happen if he ever found out my sinful secrets.

Morning I got dressed, packed my bags and then call the front door side the door. For leaving, take all of the toilet paper in the trash can try to flush down the toilet which only causes it to become clogged. Upset, but not really caring I leave with water flowing onto the tile floor. Coming down the grand staircase I look just like I did the first day I arrived. Wearing my white knitted cap, white turtleneck and leggings, I'm even wearing my sexy winter vest and height boosting designer boots. Coming down the stairs with my rolling suitcase clunking on every step behind me, I ignore every set of eyes that look my way. Blushing hard, I just need to get out and return to my home where hopefully I can return to my normal life.

A life where my secrets are safe and I can be the curvy dream that everyone desires to be or have in their arms.

Avoiding the front desk I go straight for the door, not really registering everything that is going around me. That is until a hand stops my forward progression. Looking up from the arm that is covered in a thick blue winter jacket, I look up to see that it is an officer barring my path.

"Excuse me, ma'am..." I hear him say, his voice echoing as I finally register the flashing blue lights through the windows, an officer talking with a couple of teen girls and Deborah being perp walk with her hands cuffed behind her back. "Are you the victim from last night?"

Looking back at the officer, it takes me a minute to fully register what he is asking me and all I can do is nod silently. When I avert my gaze, I am looking at the teen girls again. That's when I have a sudden flashback and I instantly recognize them as the girls who were filming me! My eyes opening wide, I see that they are showing an officer the video of my humiliating exposure! Wanting to curl up and die as the female officer looks on and then looks back at me and then back to the video with wide open eyes and a hand covering her mouth to suppress her giggles, I look down at the floor in shame.

"Okay. Would you like to press any additional charges? We already have her on **** and battery." The male officer says looking at me with concern.

I shake my head. Honestly I just want to leave. Sidestepping so I can be on my way, I am stopped when I see something dangling in front of my face.

My Curvy Dreams 30H bra...

Swaying like a hypnotist's watch, the gel filled cups that perfectly represent the pair of giant tits sticking out from my chest make my eyes bounce side to side. When I glance to the right, I see those teen girls looking over at me and sniggering. They aren't the only ones, everyone in the lobby is giggling and laughing silently as my super stuffed bra is held out for me to claim.

That's when I hear two loud gasps from the very teens that filmed my humiliating demise! "Ohmygod... She's wetting her pants!" The girl who was filming last night, says in a hushed voice!

My eyes opening wide, I look back to the officer who is holding my bra and he is looking down at my crotch. Finally feeling the wetness that stretches from my pelvis and all the way to Midway up my butt and down both of my legs, I know I have completely flooded my pants.

Like a baby...

Just like I used to when I wet the bed.

Ripping the bra from the cop's hands, I cover my face as I run out the door with my suitcase bobbling and banging around behind me all the way down the steps and to my car. Throwing it in as fast as I can, I jump behind the wheel and in a flash I am roaring it to life and slamming it into reverse. Kicking up snow as I swerve out of my parking spot, I slam it in drive and almost lose control as I race out of there as fast as I can!