You refuse Karen

"No, no, no, no, no way!" You exclaim, leaping from the couch.

"What? You don't want any pringles?" She asks smiling impishly, revealing a tube of pringles hidden beside the couch. "Once you pop, the fun don't stop" she sings the jingle as she opens it up and eats one, while you look on dumbfounded. "You should see the look on your face." she say as she finishes chewing. "So which as more lame? The pringles one, or the old dick-in-the-popcorn gag?"

"Pringles for sure. That was... really bad." you mange to reply, calming down slightly.

"Thought it was a bit too much." She says, motioning for you to return to your seat. She absentmindedly looks back at the movie. "So, how much is my mom paying you?"

"W-what!?" you stutter, staring at her in shock.

"Last three guys she found for me, she was paying $25 an hour to spend time with me. I've pretty much given up on love, but mom can't seem to take a hint."

"No one's paying me anything. My mom's friends with your mom and set me up on this date." You say sheepishly.

"It's a pity, you could be $50 richer by the time I scare you off." She pauses then turns to look at you. "Did you seriously think I was going to **** you?"

"Maybe..." you say looking away in embarrassment.

"Heh, I can see the news headlines now: ' Fat Freak Fucks Cute Boy to **** with Freakish Cock.' As if this thing would even fit in anybody." She pulls off the popcorn bucket and throws it on the floor to prove her point. Her flaccid cock haphazardly falls across her leg, causing you to recoil ans the head lands in you lap.

You couldn't really grasp its size from your brief brush with it earlier, but it's enormity is clear to you now. Her cock glistens with artificial butter flavoring, its thick shaft narrow(er) near the base, but wider at the tip. The head takes up most of the space in your lap, being almost as wide as your own cock is long.

"Most people say 10 inches is a good size for a girl, at about a foot long everyone starts talking about how great your cock is, and if you reach 16 inches, you reach the point where you start scaring people away. Now, when your cock's two feet long and thick as a soda bottle by the time you're 15 years old, and the doctors say ' well, maybe in 10 years medical technology will have advanced to the point where we can successfully reduce the size of a penis without loss of all sensation,' you just give up and stop measuring, or caring about it anymore." She grabs her cock and heaves it back between her own legs. " If my mom would just stay out of my business, I could be as fat and lonely as I deserve and nice guys like you wouldn't have to deal with my problem." She sighs before continuing, "You don't have to stick around, if you don't want to. I won't be offended if you head home early."