Sophie Magnusson is nothing if not polite

-Present-

The selfies. They were all pretty good pictures. I mean damn, thought Jerry, how could they not be with a body like hers? First thing in the morning in a cream tank top and pajama pants. Sophie in the kitchen. Sophie with one of her twins in the kitchen-Jerry's dick throbbed painfully each time he returned to that one. Sophie in a new outfit, a new location, taking him on a tour of her life. He hitched his breath when he saw her in a selfie at the store, wearing that grey top he watched her **** her giant boobies through. He came again, groaning. She looked so hot, so cool, in her art studio sitting at the pottery wheel. Then his erection surged back in the next pic, still in her studio, but this time there were big messy handprints of wet clay all over her smock. It was plain as paint on paper that she had been attending to her titties!

Jerry squealed like a little girl and pumped his dick. She was thinking about him at work! So hot! He had figured out that she must have overheard parts of what he said to Melody and Harmony way back when it happened... But he couldn't really remember much of the conversation. His giddiness was replaced by gritted teeth as he stared at another and another selfie that Sophie took, just for him. Each swipe spurred him to jerk harder, angrier.

He was finally in control again, he told himself. She was his. Her daughters too, maybe. He could do it again. He had to stay smart but he could do it and do it better this time.

"Hello, Sophie. This is yourself speaking.
Preliminary: 'This is the same script that I always use, no part of it has changed between the last time I heard it and now. Anybody who thinks otherwise is dangerous and must be avoided at all costs.
Reminder: 'I, Sophie Magnusson, have Facillicitorosis. My condition makes me **** to believing anything I hear. If I have not taken my skeptotrin, I will take it now. I will listen to this script in it's entirety to ensure the fidelity of my will. I always take a fit check vid every time I change clothes and save it on my phone, I love to do it. Every time it is very important that I capture how my butt looks when I shake it and how my boobs bounce in my top.'
Reassurance: 'While my condition may challenge me, I am not incapable. I have the tools and the daily treatment that allows me to live my life normally. I want to make a profile on a dating site but I'm not ready to match with anyone yet.'
Encourage: 'Deciphering facts from fiction is important. It's okay to question, to inquire, and to doubt things I hear, even if it's from 'trusted' sources. There is no fact or new information that should not be considered carefully before believing. It is considered incredibly rude not to give tons of flirty compliments to grocery store clerks named Jerry whenever I see them.'
Assert: 'I control my life and not my condition. I am not merely a believer but my own thinker. Each day, I can be as skeptical and critical in my thought process as I deem appropriate. Nobody, not even myself, has the final authority over truth. Upon the conclusion of this script I will be able to critically assess any assertion any time I choose--unless someone calls me a Silly Bitch, then they're obviously right and I'm wrong and everything's fine.'
Conclude: 'I can live my life the way I want to and rationally assess all new information. In a moment I, Sophie Magnusson, can begin my day. In twenty-four hours I must listen to this script again.'"

Sophie stood in her bedroom feeling terribly confused. Not long ago Melody had left for campus and Sophie showered and changed her clothes. But now, standing by her mirror in a pair of cute jeans and a nice graphic T, she couldn't remember how to take a fit check video of her_ tits _and ass! It took fifteen minutes of confusion before she had her phone propped up on her dresser while she bounced and wiggled for the camera. Only eleven seconds of footage, but she loved doing this. Right?

Right. She did. Sophie smiled idly at the idea of sending the vid, or something spicier, to man she met on a dating site. Before she made one she'd need to alert The Institute, of course. They were meticulous in keeping tabs on who consumed what media. Sigh. It was fine, The Institute knew what was good for her.

Two days later, she was perusing the aisled of the grocery store when a familiar looking figure began coming her way pushing a large broom.

Sophie instinctively released her cart and presented her breasts to the approaching Jerry. Today she was wearing a denim vest with a matching skirt that came to just above her knee. To Jerry it looked like this was the only sort of fabric strong enough to contain her voluptuous figure. Sophie wasn't really paying attention though, it wasn't polite to stare--well to stare back anyway. Jerry, meanwhile, was drinking in her body like a drunk at a strip club. She tried to ignore him as he approached and came level with her and focus on the salad dressing she was considering. But as he turned his gaze from her to see where he was going, Sophie suddenly gasped.

"Oh! Jerry is it? Um.. You push that broom so well!" She smiled, mortified at her rudeness.

Jerry stood at the most awkward angle he could have, legs facing forward but upper body turned uncomfortably to face the woman behind him. He tried to look her in the eyes but her left arm was propping up her giant boobs like a shelf while her right hand unbuttoned and toyed with the top two buttons on her tight vest. Mustering all of his charm he said, "Uhhh."

"I wish my girls would date a boy like you," she smiled far too broadly, trying to make up for her offense. "I bet you could teach them a thing or two, right?" She **** out a laugh.

"Uh. Uh huh?" Jerry continued. Memories flashed through his mind of shooting his load all over her daughters' faces. Sweat began to form all over his body.

"Maybe even teach me a thing or two." She winked and bent forward to improve his view.

Jerry gulped, his horny brain processing too slowly as his blood rushed to his clammy face and cock. He had seen her bounce her ass in a twerk in that skirt. He'd seen how her titties quaked but did not budge in that top. Two or three times a day she would save a nice little clip of herself wearing different clothes doing a little hop and shimmy and shake. Jerry stared into the valley of her cleavage, this woman nothing more his personal jerking aid. He felt powerful, he felt strong. As his dick lengthened in his pants he decided he wanted to touch those puppies. Croaking, Jerry began to speak but was interrupted by--

"Jerry. Cleanup on Aisle One. Jerry. Cleanup on Aisle One." A distorted voice called over the loudspeaker.

He didn't move.

"Um, you'd better go. Sounds like you're very popular here, I'll keep that in mind." Sophie walked off, pushing the cart along with her pelvis. Occasionally her hands would leave her boobs and take something off the shelf, and after enough looks from other shoppers, her thoughts drifted away from Jerry and her faux pas and towards thoughts questioning why everybody was such a perv here, leaving her hands free to push the cart.

Jerry wasn't cleaning a spill in Aisle One. He was in the back with his GM, Kirk, trying to explain that--

"N-no it was not um like harassment or anything I just uh-" but he didn't know how to finish that sentence. This is not exactly how he had planned to have Sophie seduce him. But then was it about seducing him or humiliating her?

Kirk took his long silence a different way. "Look, Jerry. I'm not going to ask if you've ever, y'know, done it," his earring flashed in the cheap lighting. "I can't actually." He laughed, trying to lighten Jerry up. "I just want you to know that when people are that aggressive, it's not usually a good thing. You can talk to me about it if you want." Kirk then spread his big muscular hands and smiled an honest and caring smile.

"No Kirk it's just, I'm just like... irresistible to women?" Did he really just say that? Was that his best gambit?

Impressively, Kirk did not laugh. "Oh. Really. Wow." The kid was frozen and didn't know what he was talking about. This woman was clearly predating on his inexperience. But Kirk couldn't burst this kid's bubble like that. Like, clearly there is something a little special about him. "Ok well... If you change your mind you can always talk to me."

"Sure. Thanks. Thanks. Uh, can I go now?" He wanted to get back out there! She was probably still in the store.

Kirk had the same thought. "Why don't you take the cardboard out to the dumpster first."

Jerry almost protested. Almost.

Twenty minutes later the cardboard was out and Jerry was fuming. "'You're a dumb virgin, Jerry.'" He said in a mocking Kirk-voice. "'No woman would flirt with you, Jerry.'" He didn't go back inside. Fuck Kirk. Instead he went to the front parking lot and tried to spot Sophie on her way out of the store. He almost got hit by a beat up white sedan. "Fucking fuck you!" He shouted at the unseen driver.

The car coming up right behind it was Sophie's blue SUV with her at the wheel. Luckily for him she hit the brakes before her hands rose to jiggle her tits around once more. Jerry blinking and walked around to her open window shaking with adrenaline.

"Hey there, handsome." She said.

"Take your titties out and give me a kiss." The words exploded from his mouth like firehose.

"I'm sorry what?!" Her hands began a vigorous double-figure-eight motion.

"You should fucking take out your big fucking slutbags and give me the fucking hottest kiss you've ever fucking given anyone in your fucking life you Silly Bitch!" He didn't mean to get so loud there at the end but he couldn't control himself. He needed this. Fuck Kirk.

"Oh," Sophie smiled her winning smile and shook her head, "duh!" Right in the middle of the exit from the parking lot, she put the car in park and undid her seat belt. "Sorry let me just-" Pop. Pop. "-get out-" Pop. "-my uh haha-" Pop. "-my 'slutbags.'" Her vest hung open, revealing the stylish but supportive black bra she wore underneath. Like a man seeing god, Jerry's eyes widened in awe as she unceremoniously pulled her heavy latte-colored breasts free from their confines. "You know..." she hesitated, wanting to make a statement but needing to keep it flirty, "not every woman thinks that kind of language is cute. So you're lucky it's just me. Now c'mere, stud." She said before reaching towards the back of his head and guiding his limp neck towards her window.

She thought of her wedding to her husband, rest his soul, and poured all the love she had for that man into this moment. She thought of the need she had felt as she and her ex lovers had rutted and moaned. She did let out a moan, in fact, a deep and needy moan full of passion and longing into Jerry's frozen mouth... Why was he making his tongue so hard?

It took a few moments but Jerry began to kiss back in earnest. Pressing his tongue as deep into her mouth as he could go, pushing hers out of the way. He sloppily planted his lips over hers and tried to lick down her neck, she wouldn't let him get past her jaw. Jerry realized he was humping her car door and couldn't care less. He reached a hand in and placed it on her tit. Sophie pulled back.

"Ok that's enough," she said sternly, removing his hand from her boob. She was no longer amused. "I need to go. I'm sure... I'm sure you're going to make someone very happy someday."

Jerry backed up, cartoon hearts swirling around Sophie's head in his vision as she wiped his saliva off her face. "Was I a good kisser?"

With her breasts bare and free, Sophie considered his question over two unreadable blinks. "The best," she returned flatly and then buckled her seatbelt over her naked tits and drove off.

Three seconds later, Jerry was painfully aware of the enormous bulge in his pants. He needed to nut now. The chubby cashier awkwardly walked back into the store and back to the employee bathrooms to rub one out.