A suspicious-looking delivery man

"I didn't remember ordering anything..." Brenda mused as she swung open the door after looking through the peephole to see an ugly, obese man in a tight fitting postman outfit, grinning widely as his pants couldn't hide his big fat bulging erection.

"A package for one Brenda Anderson?" the suspicious looking bald man asked in a way that suggested the "package" being the one in his pants.

"Where did the packa-" Before Brenda could ask, the man pressed a hidden lever at the side of the plain looking cardboard rectangular box, activating a trap where the top sprung open to reveal the metallic insides with a complex-looking mechanism leading to an open hole.

A blue gas burst out from the mechanism hidden in the package, spraying directly into Brenda's face.

Before she could react or gasp, the strange gas filled her lungs and she started to feel sleepy.

Her huge tits wobbled to and fro as she fought a failing mental battle to stay conscious. With a simple nudge by the man's finger on her breast, she fell over in a heap like a downed elephant.

With Brenda ****, the suspicious man took a quick look around to ensure no one was around. With the streets in the neighborhood empty of any activity on this bright sunny day, the man smirked as he threw the "package" away in the house, closing the door as he let himself in.