Finally out of this cold

You and this mysterious woman hurry down the street towards your house. She seems happy to hang off your arm, and you can hear a faint grinding noise coming from her abdomen every time she takes a shaking step. "Are you sure you are ok?" you ask for the third time.

She smiles at you, but the tears seeping from the corners of her eyes still has you worried. "I am very happy. I get to carry your things for you." You push aside the problem as you climb the stairs and fumble with your keys to get the door open. Eventually you get the frozen lock to turn and you both hurry in, sighing in relief as the warmth washes over you. Sitting in the hall is a travel bag and and a rolled up yoga mat that you don't recognize. You assume they must be Mary's.

"Oh hey!" you hear mark call from the living room. "How was your walk?"

You shuffle into the room, slowly shedding layers as you warm up. You pause in the middle of getting out of your coat, completely stunned for the third time today. Sitting on the couch facing you is the woman you vaguely recognize as Mary, but not the one you remember. She has filled out a lot since you saw her last. Her wide plump hips and large breasts cannot be hidden even under the baggy sweats she is wearing. She is wearing her brown hair in a messy bun that frames her smiling face. "Hi John! Oh, who is this?"

Behind you, the girl wobbles into the room "Hello, Im his bag. Nice to meet you." You glance at her in alarm. But Mary merely smiles at you when you look at her with dread. "Aw thats so sweet." she says. Mark laughs "Hey, good for you man. Wish I could get a bag like that." The girl, now dubbed bag, blushes and rubs her legs together subtly.

"Anyway I need to uh..." you trail off before just dragging bag behind you into the kitchen. You grab a bowl from the cupboard "We need to get the marbles out of you, it seems painful." Bag pulls down her skirt and panties and hops up on the kitchen table, leaning back on her elbows. You stop when you notice the slight bulge of her lower stomach where she is stuffed full. She smiles at you expectantly. You put the bowl under her groin and you see her finally relax the opening to her vagina and a few marbles clack out into the bowl. You wait for her to do something but she just smiles at you.

"Do you want me to... uh dig them out?" Bag just smiles and wiggles her hips. "I am your bag, you can put whatever you want in me. or take it out." She says in a husky voice.

Reaching out you tentatively insert a finger into her pussy and hook a few more of the marbles out into the bowl, causing her to shudder. You keep pulling the marbles out into the bowl while Bag moans on the table. Soon you have gotten all the ones you can reach with a few fingers, but you can still hear some clack inside her whenever she squeezes her pussy around your finger. "I uh, cant get all of them out of you."

She pants for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "Its ok, just reach inside, I can take it." You steel yourself before slowly pushing more fingers into her, She is panting and moaning by the time you get four fingers into her. Her hips are bucking with each gentle push deeper. You finally get far enough in to feel around and grab the few remaining marbles. Slowly pulling your fingers back out Bag bucks her hips before a shudder wracks her body and she collapses panting to the table. Her thin blouse has been pasted to her skin with sweat and you can clearly make out her modest breasts bouncing as her chest heaves.

Reaching up, you press on her stomach gently to make sure there isn't anything more in her. Picking up the bowl of soaked marbles you walk over to the sink and start vigorously washing all the gunk off them. You place them on a towel and pop open the fridge looking for something to drink. You sigh when you notice that you are out of milk again and mark neglected to tell you. 'Not that it would have survived the trip back' you think ruefully while glancing at the woman still laying on the table.

You return to the living room and collapse into the couch with a sigh. "You don't look like a man that just made a girl scream like that." Mark says jokingly. "You didn't tell me we were out of milk." you grumble. Mark winces, "Sorry man, I forgot. Ill make it up to you." Next to you Mary's face lights up and she glances down at her chest before getting up. You watch her sway out of the room before you let out a sigh and flop down onto the couch. You stare at the ceiling as thoughts of the day go through your head.

"Im going off to bed, its been a weird day." you mutter before dragging yourself back to your feet and walk to your room.