Part 2: The Re"Union"

"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" Victoria screams as she sits on her heels, clutching her broken bra over her shrunken breasts. Sitting on her knees, her hair a ragged mess of ice cream bobby pins, she was naked and curveless. The only mark of womanhood that was left was the big bush sticking up between her tightly closed thighs. Even that was somewhat obscured by the slight overhang of her stomach.

That was the last time I saw her.

Following day I took a little drive over to her home. She still lived with her parents in the house that the church provided for them. When I knocked on the door, her father opened it and I could tell that he was still very angry at the realization that his daughter sinned.

Sinned badly

I looked at the man who led the faithful of our town, as well as raised his one and only daughter. "Excuse me, Pastor Black? May I please check on Victoria? There was a little incident at the store yesterday and I just wanted to make sure that she's okay."

The answer he gave me still rocks me to this very day.

"I do believe you are mistaken, young man. There is not and never has been anyone who lived here by the name of Victoria Black!" He yelled his announcement and then slammed the door right in my face.

Opening my eyes, I am sitting in the front seat of my Chevrolet Tahoe, looking down at the gift card I got from my coworkers for my birthday. Reading the name again, I close my eyes and Purge my thoughts of the recurring nightmare that was that fateful day, two years ago. Sure it says Dairy Queen, but anytime I passed an ice cream parlor, I am haunted by the memory of my beautiful angel, the most beautiful woman in the world, Victoria Black being stripped of everything that brought her pride and joy and happiness in this world. I've never stopped thinking about her since. She was my first kiss and my first love. It may have been short, but it felt like a lifetime, a lifetime taken away by pride and hubris. A series of mistakes that should have been avoidable, but coalesced into a tragedy that literally changed the face of the town I grew up in forever.

I was there when Dipping Dots Ice Cream was shut down for good. Victoria's father did it himself. He was the name holder on all of the loans and all of the purchases, so it was his business to do what he pleased. I heard that the original plan was that Victoria would run it until she could turn a true profit and once everything was paid off then he would sign it over to her. Overwhelmed with the shame and the guilt that his beautiful daughter, his pride and joy, was nothing but a liar and a sinner and a huckster sent him over the edge. He never spoke of her again as far as I know he even had her face removed from every family picture in the house, in print and on the internet. There is a rumor going around that he does have one thing of hers and he keeps it in the drawer of his bedside table.

Her gold cross necklace.

I was also there when Pastor Jeremy Black decided to use his own daughter as an example for blasphemy! She may have not been there, but all of her underwear was, along with her stash of foam beauty aids and breast enhancements! At the center of the display that he had set up at the very front of his own church the following Sunday was the foam head that she would put her wig on whenever she showered or went to bed.

To this day I'll never understand the reason why he went public with his daughters reveal. I get kicking her out and disowning her, but why tell everybody else? I guess it has something to do with an honor code that he followed. A pious and honest man, it makes sense why he couldn't lie about it, stupid as it was.

But that was 2 years ago and a lot has changed since then. Shortly after I attended State University and was offered a job before the end of my second year. Still going to school to finish my degree, I'm also making a slick six-figure paycheck and women literally begging to get in my bedroom. Those are gold diggers though. What I want is a woman who will love me, I want to feel the love that radiated for just a fleeting moment between Victoria and me. I know it sounds stupid, but it's how I feel.

Inching ahead in the drive-through, it is finally my turn to place my order. The window rolls down quietly and effortlessly.

"Welcome to Dairy Queen, order when you are ready." A cute, but young boys, crackles from the speaker.

"Okay." I say then look at the menu. When I see the options under the headline "Milkshakes*, I am immediately taken back to that little window at Dipping Dots Ice Cream. Seeing her again, my beautiful angel, flashing that big and pearly white smile, framed by those glittering red lips. Below that beautiful face she is pushing that pink and white, vertically striped blouse to the absolute limit with those large and luscious, thick nipped tits. "Hi, welcome to Dipping Dots, what can I serve you today?" I hear her sing song voice as it fades away and the dimly lit and flickering menu board comes back into focus.

"Hello? Can you please order already?" That youthful voice, hinging on the verge of impatience, crackles from the speaker again.

"Sorry, can I get a large, chocolate and vanilla swirl milkshake?" I ask.

"Sorry, we only have what's on the board." The young girl says obviously bored and tired of me already.

"Can't you just fill the cup halfway with chocolate and the rest with vanilla?" I suggest, wondering why she didn't even think of it herself. Probably, like I've been thinking this entire time, she doesn't care.

"Let me check with my manager." She says then covers the microphone with her hand. She doesn't do a very good job because I hear her yelling my question across the store. A scratch and a crinkle later, she comes back over the speaker. "Sure."

Rolling my eyes, around the corner there he is, 17-year-old girl who took my order is now holding that cup out the window like it is a disease. Taking it, we don't say anything to each other as I hand her the gift card. Swiping it, she gives it back to me along with my receipt and then shuts the window.

Sitting there for a half a second, I looked through it incredulously. "Jesus, learn some service, will ya?" I say out loud. As I am about to focus on being on my way, I notice something in my peripherals. Twisting my head, all I see is a big round bottom and in a flash, I think back to Victoria's big round bottom. Shaking my head, I play it off as pure coincidence then shift my truck into drive and slowly pull away from the window.

Usually I go home after I order through a drive-thru window, but today I decide to enjoy my milkshake in the parking lot. Pulling back around the front of the store, the lot is mostly empty save for cars that belong to people who work here. There is one car that doesn't seem to fit in and it is parked in the corner very far away from everyone else. It is an old, brown Chevrolet Caprice station wagon filled completely to the brim with stuff. Liking that deserted location, I decide to back up into the spot next to it. Putting my vehicle in park, I rolled out in the windows and then turn the key all the way until just the power is on. With some music softly echoing from the speakers, I break open the wrapper to the straw and plunge it through the plastic lid. Guiding the straw to my lips, I give it a taste, the first milkshake I have had in 2 years.

"Uhg... This shit is nasty..." I say, looking down at the cup in disgust. It takes a couple more sips before it starts tasting halfway palatable. I really should just throw it away, but the mixture of chocolate and vanilla is strangely soothing today.

I can't explain it, but what I *can* explain is that a milkshake from Dipping Dots is far superior to this!

But Dipping Dots is closed down and two states away.

I'm still sucking on the wretched cup of garbage when I see the back door open and a figure emerge. Dress in Black stretch pants and a blue Dairy Queen Polo with red styling going up either side of her torso, it is the color of her hair beneath her visor that makes me look twice.

Red.

About to take another sip, my hand stops lifting the cup up with my lips stopping mid stretch. Turning to the side in order to guide the heavy looking door to close softly, I see two very swollen, large looking breasts and an ass that looks like the moon cut in half. Feeling my heart skip a beat, I continue to watch this woman who reminds me so much of Victoria turn and start heading right towards me! As she gets closer, her purse dangling from her elbow, she grabs the lapels of her top and squeezes those slightly, but rhythmically bouncing breasts between her elbows. Rising as they come together, they drop with an extra jiggle before returning to their firm and timid bouncing. Seeing her smile as she walks happily ever closer, she is swinging her hips in a very recognizable pattern.

A set of very shapely and sexy hips. Looking the rest of the way down, those hot and tight pants are showing off the perfect pair of pencils that are no doubting and supporting a very bubbly and juicy bottom!

Only a few steps away, I see that she is not looking at my vehicle and doing all that flirting for my benefit, well maybe the movie squeeze, but that's because she sees a brand new fully decked out SUV right in front of her, but she is in fact heading to the dumpy piece of shit parked right next to me. Looking at me through the windshield, I know she cannot see me because it is tinted, but she gives me a little wave any way and even a wink.

When she is about to pass my window, I am suddenly panicking trying to roll it down! Hitting every button except the one I want, all of my windows start frantically going up and down, which has the unintended consequence of causing her to stop for just a brief moment. When she does I see two things that instantly tell me that this woman is the woman I thought I would never see again.

Two thick nips sticking out into the tightened fabric of her polo and a name badge positioned above her big left tit.

It reads: Victoria

Now stopping in front of my window, I finally get it down as she is laughing. "Is everything okay, sweetie? Hehehe! I mean, I know I'm beautiful, but I've never had a guy act like this before."

Unable to wipe the wicked smirk from my face, I look through the tinted lenses of my aviators and admire the masterfully restored beauty standing right next to me. "Haha! I'm sorry, I just didn't know what to do when I saw you coming up towards my car! I just had to say hi to you again."

Looking at me with confused curiosity, I then remember that she may not even recognize me. It has been a couple of years and I've matured quite a bit. It probably doesn't help that I have a neatly trimmed beard and I am wearing sunglasses. "Huh?!?" She says, her face twisting in such a cute, but expected way.

"Sorry, maybe I should take these off." I say as I reach up and pull my sunglasses off my face slowly.

For a moment, she looks at me without making any connections whatsoever, but then when she looks into my eyes that big and broad and beautiful smile, instantly returns. "Matt?" Initially excited to see me, I then watch as her eyes look up and momentarily drift into a thousand yard stare. Watching her pupils flick rapidly, her eyes suddenly blink and when she looks down at me again, they are wide open in absolute fear! "Matt!" She shrieks and then backs up into the parked car next to me, her hands patting glass and steel as her heeled feet shuffle slightly. The moment she recognizes me, I can see that she is petrified of having seen me again. All she remembers is the last time I saw her when she was naked in front of me and her then boyfriend. "Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt, Matt..." Her voice going flat as she loses control and starts hyperventilating. Sucking in big gulps of air, her chest instantly starts rising and falling sharply, those huge looking tits visibly rising and falling as they spread open and closed.

Seeing her body start to twist and lock up, her eyes widened to their fullest extent and her chest rising and falling rapidly, I clumsily unbuckle my seatbelt and climb out of the car! Slamming the door behind me, I take her in my arms and I wrap her in a big hug! "Victoria, please! Please come down, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay!"

"No, no, no, no, no, no! You can't see me like this, you can't see me like this... Don't look at my chest... Don't look at my chest... Not without my pretty big bra... Not without my pretty big bra..." Victoria mutters, repeating these same lines over and over again.

Standing between our cars and off in the corner of the parking lot, I suddenly realize that she is reliving the horror of that day all over again.

She is reliving that horror because of me.

Because I'm here.

Still holding her tightly in my arms, I try to reassure her. "My beautiful angel, my beautiful angel, you will always be my beautiful angel. I can feel you, I can feel all of you. Please calm down and see that nothing is going to happen."

"Please god, don't look at me! Please god, don't look at me!" Victoria now says and when I look down, her eyes are clenched tightly shut as she is fighting back tears. "My body... My beautiful body... Gone..." Reaching for the open V of her polo, she grabs for what used to dangle from her neck.

The golden cross.

Now a Scarlet letter that rightfully belongs with the asshole who stole her life, instead of giving her love and compassion.

That day that she was revealed in front of Eddie and i, was the day that not only took away her beautiful body and social status, it literally took away her entire life. Looking from her to the car, I suddenly get the feeling that she's living in it. Returning my attention to her, she is now punching my chest, tears squirting out of her eyes even though her big breasts are squished between us. That day, two years ago, broke her, it broke her bad.

"Victoria, my pretty angel, the most beautiful woman in the world..." I say in one last gamble, not knowing what to do as I reach up and wrap my hand around that big and bulbous tits. Giving it a squeeze, I suddenly feel her punching slow down until it stops.

*SNNNNNXXXXX!* She snorts back a nose full of snot, then looks up at me with watery eyes. Her makeup is a mess, but I don't care. "Matt?" She asks my name and then looks down to see me gently groping and playing with her breast. Watching me for a moment or two, she then looks straight ahead before looking back up at me. "Wha... What are you doing?" She says, her question coming out more as a statement.

"Simple, Squeezie. I'm playing with the best tits of the most beautiful woman in the world." I say, my confidence returning.

"Oh." She says then pauses. Looking away again, she looks up at me with puppy dog eyes and a big bottom lip sticking out. "Do... Do you really like them?"

Wanting to laugh at how innocent and immature she sounds right now, I instead **** it back and look deeply into her eyes. "Victoria, everybody likes your big boobs, but nobody likes them more than me."

Breaking out into a big smile, she rubs her nose with the back of her hand and then wipes it on my jacket. "And... You like the rest of me too?"

"Do you mean this," I say then cup her bulging pussy. "And these," I say next as I crouch down and rub my hands up and down her beautifully padded thighs. "And all of those?" My final question as I reach up and start filling my hands with that big and bulbous ass of hers. "Absolutely! I always have and I always will. It is a body that I have dreamed of making love to since I first laid eyes on it." I say standing up, making sure that my face rubs between those big and jutting tits of hers.

"But... But... You most certainly remember, don't you?" She says suddenly going into a whisper, wise not to get her hopes up.

"Course I do. You're the queen of the big milkshake cups who uses them to hide a pair of delicious little cherries inside." I say with the sarcastic tone, but I mean absolutely nothing mean by it.

This just makes her laugh and laugh and laugh. Watching her laugh like that makes me wonder if every single one is her way of exorcising the demons of years past. Wiping away her tears of joy, she again uses my clothes as her personal napkin. Stepping back up to me, she pushes her tits out proudly as she pats her hand on my chest. "Matt?"

"Yes?"

"Can you kiss me again, like the way you did it the first time?"

"Certainly..." I say, my voice fading as I slowly bring my hands to the back of her head and tilt it. Our eyes closing, we are just about to kiss when out of nowhere she freaks out again!

"Eeeeek! No, no, no! Not like this! I've been crying and I really need to fix my makeup. I want to be your pretty angel again. Just give me a second!" She says and then shoves me back!

Bumping into my car, I watch incredulously as she dives into her purse and quickly pulls out a small makeup kit. Popping it open, she shuffles her healed feet to my rear passenger window and uses it as a mirror. Watching completely astounded, I have never seen a woman transform her face in such a short amount of time! Pulling out pencils and blotting brushes in assorted little circles of color, Victoria quickly repairs her makeup. Snapping it closed and putting it away, she then grabs a tube of lipstick and pops the cap. Twisting the bottom, I recognize the color, glittery red. Rubbing some on her lips, she smacks them a little bit and then turns and looks at my sleeve. Holding up my arm, I watch as she pinches the fabric of my very expensive jacket so she can blot it out. Lowering it when she is done, she gives me a little look to say thank you as she twists the lipstick back down into the tube and then puts the cover back on. Putting it away, she returns to her starting position and pulls me back to mine. "Okay, now you can kiss me."

Letting loose a long and sarcastic sigh, I bring my hands to the back of her head and guide her lips into mine. This time we kiss for more than a moment. This time we both give in to the feelings that have been buried deep within us and it all comes to a head in that electrifying second, first kiss. Lips touching, tongues sliding together, it is perfect. When it ends, we both pull our faces back with soft smiles on our faces. When we open our eyes and look into each others, it is silently communicated that neither of us want it to end.

"Want to follow me?" I ask her.

"I would... If you can get it to start." She says, twisting her torso to look at it.

"If you weren't able to get your car to start, how are you planning on getting home?" I ask her, wondering how she will choose to answer.

"This is where I live, Matt. I cannot afford an apartment when all of the money I make, how little it is, it's still going towards paying off back taxes and loans associated with Dipping Dots." She says, being brutally honest.

Listening to this, I can see that she has clearly accepted her lot in life. She is not telling me this hoping that I will offer her a place to stay. She is telling me this because it's the truth.

At least I hope so.

Either way, I cannot let this beautiful woman live in the back of a car. It is wrong and inhumane. "How come you don't shack up with a coworker?"

Sighing, it's obvious she doesn't like talking about this. "Because they either still live with their parents, or they are married with families and don't have the room. Dairy Queen doesn't make anybody a millionaire except for those who own it."

"Then you can live with me until you you get back on your feet. I've waited 2 years and I would have kept on waiting for you, like hell am I going to leave you in a car, alone, unprotected."

"Matt, I don't need you to protect me." She says and then opens her purse. Pulling out a six shot 9 mm, I see that she's quite capable of protecting herself. "I'm not the naive little girl that I used to be. I know how to live on the streets now. I've had to learn a quick since my parents gave me the boot. You don't have to worry about me. The manager gave me a key to the store so I can use the bathroom to shower. There's a laundromat around the corner and that's where I go to wash my clothes. I'll be fine, promise. Can we please stop talking about this? I just want tonight to be extra special." Victoria says to me, trying to reassure me that everything is okay.

But it's not okay. It's not okay because in another year or so of living like this she will be on recognizable. I have seen it all the time since moving to the big city. I have seen so many futures thrown away. Thrown away over pride and poverty. "I'm sorry, I can't. I can't enjoy your company tonight knowing that I'm going to have to bring you back here so you can sleep in that." I say firmly, my own eyes starting to water as I shakily point at the rust bucket behind her.

"Matt... It'll be fine..." She says but she knows immediately that I'm not going to buy it. Taking a deep breath, she sighs and then looks at the car again. Seemingly making up her mind, she looks at me with a cock of her head. "Do I get my own room, or do I have to sleep with you?"

"I'm not going to treat you like a prostitute. Of course you will have your own room." I say, thinking I am being quite chivalrous.

"Damn, I was hoping you were going to say that I would have to share a bed with you. But if that's what you want, fine. I'll move in under one condition."

"Shoot."

"Make that too. I'm going to pay you rent, and when I'm in the shower, you better stay out." She says firmly and then holds out her hand like she wants me to shake it.

Taking it, I give it a pump and she breaks out a big and perfect smile again. "Deal."

"I just don't want you to see me naked. I want to always and forever be your perfect angel." She says then looks down at her bulging big breasts. "But it will feel really good to have a real shower again." She says with a dreamy smile and look in her eye.

Laughing, she ends up laughing with me as we give each other hey hug and then share another passionate kiss.

Riding home with me, I call a tow truck on the way to pick up her car. Once we are back at my place, the first thing she does is go to the bathroom to take a shower. I really wish I had something for her to change into and her stuff is all packed up in the back of that decrepit station wagon. When it arrives and is parked in my driveway, she is still in the bathroom so I decide to see if I can find some clothes for her. Seeing a small suitcase with only a couple of outfits inside. I grab one as well as a fresh pair of panties, pantyhose and a bra. Big and white, the cups are decorated with lace flowers. Curious as to her *preferred* bra size, I flip it over and read the tag.

"30H?!?" Now it makes sense why they look so freakishly large on her! Victoria Black is breast obsessed! Not that I mind... Even if they are fake and made of silicone. I guess it's no different than a girl who gets implants, more or less.

Anyways, when I go back upstairs to my apartment, I knock on the bathroom door that is still shut. "Victoria? How are you doing in there?" Ask as I hear the faint sound of a blow dryer. I don't remember having one of those, I don't even know where I got it from.

"Ugh... I would have been done hours ago if I didn't have to dry off my underwear." She yells through the door.

"I brought you fresh clothes. The tow truck driver just left and I thought you might want something fresh to put on." I say and no sooner am I done is the door cracking open and she is poking her head out! Cheekily enough she is hiding her body from my roaming eyes.

"I know you're trying to steal a glimpse of this perfect body but do you remember the rules? No peeking!" She says then reaches her finger out and pokes me right in the nose. Giggling, she looks down at what I have in my hand and her eyes open wide. "Did you just really go through my intimates?" She says, but then laughs again to tell me that she is joking. "Hehehe! Thank you." She says, snagging the bundle from me and then slamming the door.

Chuckling to myself as I walk back to the living room, I sit down and flick on the TV. Feeling my stomach grumble, I look at the clock on the microwave and see that it is 7:00 p.m. "No wonder why I'm hungry, I usually eat at 6:00."looking back to the bathroom door, I see that it is still shot so I decide that I may as well warm up some leftovers. Just as I am getting up, I hear a cutesy voice from behind.

"Woohoo...!"

Spinning right around, I see Victoria leaning in the doorway of the bathroom wearing nothing but her bra, panties and pantyhose.

And her heels.

Her hair and makeup is done up immaculately too, which is a huge plus!

Forgetting all about my hunger, it instead transfers my crotch. Getting a rapid boner, I stare at her hungrily as she poses for me.

"You weren't about to get up and make us some food, were you?" She says smiling at me with those bedroom eyes of hers.

"Actually, I was." I say still feasting on her body, a body that is half her and half stuffing. Either way, she hides it well and the looks so damn good, I still have a hard time believing it.

"Good cause I am famished. Let's eat our dinner quickly, so we can get to dessert." She says as any semblance of sweetness evaporates and is replaced with pure sex drive.

Good on our word, we both enjoy whatever is left over from the night before and then we quickly get to the business of going down on each other. We do everything short of getting completely naked, well she doesn't anyway. Even then it was hot and heavy from start to finish, with her finishing me off with a respectable blowjob.

Swallowing my load, she leans back on her heels and looks her lips. "Tasty..." She says looking up at me with those naughty eyes of hers.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked honestly not having any idea.

"You should see the mess in my panties." She says then clacks her teeth aggressively as she gives my softening wood a playful pat. "I probably shouldn't say this to you, especially after all the fun we just had, but the reason I thought you were a loser is because the girls said you had a small penis."

Literally feeling my ego deflate the moment after it is inflated when she admits that she has been creaming herself right alongside me, I looked down at My shrunken member and blush. Maybe that's why girls don't want to be with me... Because I got a small dick.

I always knew that in the back of my head, but I never acknowledged it and simply denied it. I always found another excuse to tell myself.

"But I think it's perfect." Victoria says next and then leans in and gives it a big and sloppy kiss. Like open her mouth and suck on it kiss.

Smirking as I feel my ego inflate all over again, I cannot help but mention the irony in all of this. "Isn't this a violation of your virginity promise?"

"Is your penis in my pussy?"

"No."

"Then there you go, all is good with God then." She says with a knowing smile and another pat of my little man.

Every night is like the first night we shared. For the next 3 months we live together, I balance getting to work and making sure she gets to work and home at night. We share meals, we share our hopes and dreams and there is a love and a connection between the two of us that grows with every passing day. Making love to her over that perfectly padded and stuffed form of hers is like a dream come true because every time I make love to her body, she shows her appreciation tenfold. She really likes it when I hump her and really grind that big and fat fake pussy hard into the one very beneath.

Even though I know that those over generous curves of hers are fake, I have a very hard time keeping my hands off of them the moment we get home. I'm always stealing squeezes of that fat ass and groping those big and wonderful tits.

Then one night, after dinner and after making love, well humping her in her stuffed underwear, we are laying in bed together and she is snuggled up with her head resting on my chest. I don't want to bother her because she looks so comfy, but I cannot wait anymore.

Purring softly, she assures me she had yet another wonderful time. "Oh it's going to stink down there in the morning, but I'm so comfy I don't even want to get up." She says, twirling the hair on my chest in her finger as she gently rubs her big, fake, tit up and down my side.

Fully expecting her to whimper and whine in the bathroom tomorrow morning when she tries to take her panties off and they are stuck to that big bush of hair that she refuses to shave off, I am already smirking at how cute it's going to sound.

"Owie, owie, owie!!! Why do I have cum so much?!?! Stupid, hairy no-no spot! I told you to squirt *LESS*, not more!!!"

Yep, if she was hoping to keep it a secret, she fails miserably each and every day. Other times she complains about how her cleavage doesn't like to stay where it's supposed to.

"Stupid little boobies... Stay *UP!* Like this! Ugh!!!"

Living with full-time stuffer, who is now comfortable with being quite vocal about her distaste when her itty bitty secrets don't do what she wants, can be interesting!

"Baby... I know you are all snuggled up and ready to go to sleep, but there's something I need to do in that requires me to move."I say looking down at her, coming my fingers through the head of red and realistic hair.

"Pwease don't move, at least for another couple minutes? I still have to get up and get my hair, eyes and teeth ready for bed." Code word for take off her wig and comb out her real hair which is mousy and brown. The other two means take off her veneers and remove a contact lenses. Before she comes back into the bedroom, she demands that the lights are completely off.

She still hates it when I see her looking anything less than perfect.

"No, it can't wait any longer." I say then roll out from underneath her where she falls to the bed with a soft whump.

"Ugh... Fine. I'm going to get ready for bed, please have the light out before I come back." She says climbing from the bed and walking towards the door.

Opening the drawer by my bed, I pull out a little box and look that she is reaching up under her hair. Looking down her body, I know that once she walks out that door, it'll be the last time I see those exquisite curves for the rest of the night. Those big and round hips, sexy thighs and that big and round bubble butt will soon be replaced by the skinny hips, bean pole legs and flat and narrow ass of of her real body. "Victoria, wait!" I cry out just as I see a tuft of brown hair sticking out from under the very well concealed skull cap of her wig.

Turning around as she drops her hands, she looks at me with them on her waist and her stuffed bra chest pushed out proudly. "What?"

"Put on your heels."

"Why?" She asks challengingly.

"Just do it, my beautiful angel."

"Fine..." She says then walks over to where she took them off. Turning and holding on to the edge of the dresser, she balances herself as she steps in them and rises for additional inches. When she does those hot legs look even hotter. "I don't understand why, but..." She says annoyed, but she cuts off her own voice when she turns around to see me down on one knee and holding up and engagement ring. "Matt..." She says, covering her mouth as she looks down and absolute surprise.

"Victoria Elaine..." I stopped just short of saying her last name because even she doesn't refer herself to that anymore. "Will you do me the ultimate pleasure and be my wife?"

Looking down at me speechless, and still holding her hands to her mouth, she doesn't know what to say.

Me? I can wait because I don't mind having that wholesome looking pussy and those big and squished together boobs to look at.

"Yes!" She cries and holds out her hand.

It's shaking so bad that I have to take it and steady it just so I can slide the ring on her finger. A big old rock, it's going to take me 10 years to pay it off.

Once it's on her ring finger, she holds it up and looks at it with wide open and sparkling eyes! "Oh my god, matt! This must have cost you a fortune!" Just the way she says that tells me that she is more than happy with being lavished upon... Expensively.

Rising to my feet, I moved her hand out of her face and then tilt her chin so she can look into my eyes. "When it comes to my love for you, money is no object."

Looking back down to the rock, she is visibly thinking then without a word she is reaching around her back. "Well, then it looks like you have earned your ultimate prize."

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Completely and utterly speechless as I watch the most beautiful woman in the world willingly unhook her bra, I'm even more astounded when she slides it down her arms and bears her little breasts for me. No more than a pair of pokies, they're a little bit bigger than when I last saw them two years ago, but not by much. Reaching out, I hold one in my hand and I know more than just starting to squeeze when I feel a slap!

"Not yet..." She says teasingly as she starts moving her body in sexy little twists and shakes. Grabbing hold of her pantyhose, she starts rolling them down until she exposes her very stuffed panties with her slightly bigger belly hanging out.

"Holy shit..." I say, my mouth going dry as she slowly unveils the thick padding pressed against her legs.

Reaching her knees, she then pulls them out and let them fall to the floor. Grabbing her underwear next, she pushes those, and that big and beautiful pussy right down so she can take both them and her pantyhose off at the same time. When she is done, my beautiful Victoria is completely naked and unafraid.

"Only you make me feel comfortable enough to do this and to be honest, I have wanted to show myself to you for a very long time. Will you stuff me tonight?"

Stuff me, as in stuff her bra and undies? FUCK YES!!! Nodding my head up and down, I've been down to pick up the fallen stuff to bra when she stops me really tap on my shoulder.

"Not that stuffing. I want you to stuff *This*." She says taking my arm and bringing my hand to the fluff ball between her legs. Pressing my hand right up against her vagina, she then uses her middle finger to push mine inside her surprisingly wet love hole!

Not minding one bit to be inside of her finally, I do remember the solemn vow that she has kept her entire life. "But what about your virginity?"

"God already calls me a sinner and I don't want my first time as a married woman to be like this. I want to be stacked, I want to be curvy, I want to rub my big ass up and down your hard and throbbing cock while you're filling your hands with my magnificent bust. I want to be the perfect woman on our wedding day. I want to be your beautiful angel, you're beautiful and busty and curvy angel." She says and pulls me into her shrunken body and kisses me so hard that I nearly blow my load! "Stuff me, Matthew Conner..." She says breathlessly, her tongue retreating only long enough to utter those magical words.

Not having to be told twice, I pick that pretty little woman up right out of her heels and carry her right back to the bed, filling my hands with her little fleshy bottom. Carrying her right to the sheets, I lay her down and prepare to enter that hairy Honeypot. "Are you ready?" I asked, my dick bouncing up and down and excitement.

"I was born ready baby..." She says with a naughty smirk and look in her eye.

Helping me guide it in, I am soon part way into her when I feel the pie.

Cherry Pie.

"Ready?" I ask as she wriggles beneath me.

"Ready." She says, giving her tiny tits a pinch.

*BOOM!*

Pushing into her, I feel it pop and cover my cock and her already dripping juices as well as her blood. Morning hard, I lean my head back as I let out a long and terrible whale and she starts rocking her hips up and down.

"Come on baby... Stuff me, stuff me!" Victoria cries out and like an unleashed bull, she is flicking her hips up and down so fast that are hairy pussy is like a blur!

Looking down, I can feel the tightness of her pussy sucking on my cock like a straw. Those muscles moving fast and quick, in no time flat I am **** to pull out and watch as my little erection explodes all over that little jiggling tummy of hers!

*~SPLURGE~!!!*

"What the f!?!? Did you already cum??" She exclaims, covering her mouth to stifle her giggles when she sees the mess I made dripping down her sides. "Bwahahahaha! So does this mean that I'm going to be married to a minute man?"

At least she still mentioned that we were getting married, so that's a relief!

That still doesn't stop me from blushing really hard and feeling awful about myself.

Seeing my shame and reddening face only makes her laugh even more! "Hehehehe! I'm so sorry, baby! Teeheehee! It felt good, I promise!"

For what, all of 2 seconds?

"It was the best ten seconds of my life. I promise I'll tell all my friends that you lasted at least 15 minutes the first time around, okay?" She says pumping my cock and wiggling it as leftover cum starts flying out. "Awww... So drippy and wet and here I am wasting it!" She says with a smile as she swipes her finger on her tummy and licks it. "Yummy... All the cream a girl will ever need is right here in me."

"I'll do better next time, I promise!" I shall, completely and utterly humiliated!

"I'm sure you will, I'm sure you will. Now I have something else I need to do." She says as she climbs off the bed and stands back up.

"What's that?" I ask dumbly.

"Well, get cleaned up! Unless you*want* me to roll around and smear your cum all over your side of the bed." She says jokingly as she heads for the door.

"Why my side?!?" I ask, but she is already gone.