His Futa Auntie

- thereshegoes123 - Literotica

- - This story is a commission piece containing Futa on male domination with enlarged anatomies including a 14-inch cock, incest between Aunt and Nephew, reluctance, and clapping butt-cheeks. There's a bit of build-up to the good stuff as well, so if you're still here at the end of all that, I hope you all enjoy it! - TSG123

	
- Part 1 - Muscled Futa Auntie wants to widen his sweet asshole

	Is that her?"

	The guard looked over at a tall, well-built prisoner who was strolling across the yard, her outfit too tight to contain her ample muscles.

	"Nope, Sheila's bigger, and meaner-lookin' too."

	He chuckled at the first guard's nervous twitch.

	"Relax spud, you won't have to deal with Sheila, she's gettin' released today."

	"Oh... Oh good."

	"I gotta say, I actually think I'm gonna miss her... she keeps the rest of 'em in line... 'Specially her bitches"

	"B... bitches?"

	Tam rolled his billy club idly between his fingers.

	"O' course! Got a hell of an appetite. Sam over there's the one who usually takes it worst."

	Spud looked over at a young man who was limping, looking slightly dazed.

	"Is... is something wrong with him?"

	Tam chuckled.

	"Oh, I 'spect Sheila's just had her morning session. He'll be full to the brim... I tell yeh, if there's one thing I WON'T miss, it'll be cleanin' her cell afterwards. Dang near drowned a couple o' times."

	"In... in what?"

	Tam raised an eyebrow at his green compatriot.

	"Boy... There's enough jizz in her balls to fill the Pacific."

	"Jesus."

	"Yup... Gots to be honest, I don't know how they are lettin' her out, but... rules are rules I guess."

	They watched as Sam limped off.

	"May God protect whoever she sets her eyes on next."

---------

	Pouty lips. Pale face. Long lashes. If you had described the figure staring into the bathroom mirror as a young girl it would have been a reasonable, if entirely inaccurate conclusion.

	The young girl was in fact a boy, or rather a man, although anyone who guessed him as being a twenty-three-year-old male on first glance was either lucky or blind, because a considerable portion of his assets had gone into making him look as wilting and soft as the most delicate of flowers.

	He brushed a wave of black hair out of his saucer-like eyes. Somehow he always seemed an inch from crying out of those deep, black wells, and today was no different, rubbing a hand across his chest and belly which looked like they were intended simply to be oiled, massaged, or perhaps photographed before being placed on pillows in a museum, light shining off the milky sheen of his skin.

	"Okay, okay... James, tell them, you're an adult now... you're an...

	He tripped over his words a little and his knee turned inwards.

	"No, no... Mum, Dad... I can... I can be alone... I...

	There was a pause whilst he seethed at himself and stomped his foot so gently that it barely made a sound on the tiles beneath him.

	"Just... Hmph!"

	It was impossible for James to say why he was the way he was, but it had always been this way. From his first moments, he had always been effeminate, delicate, demure...

	His fingers found the one note of rebellion on his otherwise flawless young body, a belly button piercing, which matched the one in his tongue. He thought it looked pretty cool... the girls would love it when he was older.

	James grimaced, having thought the same for six years. He was still waiting for them to notice him...

	The painful memories of the only date he had ever been on still haunted him; somehow managing to convince an old classmate to accompany him to a bar, only to have her almost vomit because of the sound of his ass-cheeks clapping as he walked. He had tried to avoid short-shorts after that, but his bubble butt was so sensitive...

	'Speaking of which, time to work out', he thought, puffing his chest up.

	Since sneaking his father's workout DVDs from their bedroom (little did he know they were actually his Mother's), he tried to do them three times a week. James didn't know why but the central coach wearing tight spandex on the front cover always seemed to make him feel safe somehow.

	James placed the disc in, turned the tv on, and slid on head and wristbands to soak up any small traces of sweat before clicking his favourite sequence: 'Day 6: Ass and legs'.

	"HEY there guys, it's Terrance here on high-five workouts, and we're here to get those cheeks and tweaks pumping!"

	A group of women ranged from thirty to fifty jogged on the spot behind him, all with large, incredible breasts and asses, cheering as they began to lunge left and right with Terrance whilst he gyrated his groin with gusto in the air. The soundtrack was cheesy, and the colours couldn't have been more garish if they were in a kid's TV show. Pink was everywhere.

	James' eyes roved across the bevvy of bouncing breasts as he lunged. He usually oscillated between those and the bulge in Terrance's pants. He didn't know why his eyes fell there so often, but he rationalised that it was in the centre of the screen so it would be tough not to look at it anyway.

	James felt himself rising to full mast with his four-inch penis, which he assumed meant his workout was going well. Blood pumped through his crotch, creating almost no identifiable bulge in his pants as he wiggled his ass this way and that, and the two rubbery pillows began slapping together as if applauding themselves for being so slutty.

	By now James was used to the sound of his ass smacking itself behind him if he got any more enthusiastic than a slow walk, but he had learnt to avoid doing it in front of other people, as it provoked laughter in many cases, and sometimes much worse. His Dad in particular detested having to hear the reminder of how worthless his only son was, and insisted James never work up a sweat in the house whilst he was present.

	"Come on girl!" shouted Terrance, squatting low, and James obediently lined his hips up and dipped down to the floor. His ass was so bubbly that if he ever lost balance and fell backwards it sometimes bounced him back up, and he had convinced himself that his natural reflexes must be the reason he could get back on his feet so quickly.

	Around thirty minutes of brutal leg exercises had James huffing, sweat bands soaking in the slight sweat coming from his wrists and forehead.

	He could feel the burn in his thighs and quads raging through the muscles, and by the time they reached the only arm exercises of the video he had stopped and begun glugging from his water container, as he always did whenever they decided to do upper body work. After mulling it over for a few seconds, he decided that this was enough for one day.

	Turning away from the screen where the women were now pumping their shoulders, he casually clicked the power button on the remote and went into the shower to wash the tiny amount of sweat off his body, before dressing himself in one of his many booty shorts and tight-white t-shirt combinations that always gave him a confidence boost. The extra small (women's) t-shirt allowed him to flex his adorable biceps and actually fill out the sleeve.

	He didn't know why women never seemed to go for him... he was already manly, he thought whilst teasing his own nipple through the near see-through material, before realising he was doing it again and folding his arms. It was hard to think without his fingers naturally straying to his sensitive buds... Still, not the worst habit in the world, he could be a masturbator! He shivered, thinking back to the two times he had masturbated in his life, and a deep shame stole through him.

	"Dinner's ready!" said a voice from downstairs, and James' eyes peeled. Maybe May would notice he had got pumped from his workout?

	He jogged towards the kitchen and then stopped because his ass-cheeks were making such a racket that he might wake the neighbours. He slowed his pace and turned up in the doorway, where a ginger girl with a little more height than him, green eyes and a pretty nose was serving macaroni and cheese into two waiting bowls.

	James watched her for a second and nearly jumped out of his skin when Jessica tutted.

	"You know... you must be the loudest boy I've ever heard for someone who's trying to be sneaky."

	His face went bright pink as she turned with an unimpressed look.

	May was eighteen, five years younger than him and about to go to college. For some reason his Mom and Dad seemed to think it was perfectly fine to have her babysit him.

	"So, Mac and Cheese?" said James, trying to turn to the side and show his arms tight in the t-shirt, which had the unfortunate side-effect of swinging his butt into full view and making it explode out of his short shorts like the most shameless Instagram model imaginable.

	May sighed and put down the serving spoon.

	"Listen James, for the last time those workout videos are never going to get you laid, and certainly not with me, so can we just eat dinner?"

	He nodded, deflated as he accepted the bowl being proffered to him and sat down at the table.

	They ate in silence for a few minutes before May struck up a conversation.

	"James... I really don't understand why you don't just admit you're gay."

	He hiccupped, lodging a piece of pasta in his throat. It wouldn't budge, and he coughed, clutching pathetically at his throat. May rolled her eyes, already walking over. James' eyes were going red as he spluttered, and then strong hands wrapped around his belly and slammed him against her. The offending carbohydrate sailed out of his mouth and through the air, landing on the spotless kitchen table along with a small splodge of saliva.

	"Th-thanks," he spluttered.

	May didn't reply, quite accustomed to James' inability to present even a poor imitation of an adult male.

	"As I was saying, you being gay... The workout videos, the way you dress, the way you ARE... It ain't that hard to work out."

	He said nothing, already fighting back tears.

	'Men don't cry, men don't cry, men don't cry.'

	"Two plus two equals four right?"

	She eyed him with interest, a rarity in itself as she usually did the exact opposite. He had once asked if she would like to play his favourite dance video game with him, but she had flatly declined, and he had avoided the olive branch from then on.

	"I'm not gay."

	His tone was as firm as he could make it, and he crossed his arms.

	"I'm a man."

	"Fuck you, asshole," she said robotically.

	His eyes welled up, and he scrunched them shut.

	"W... why would you say that?...

	She raised an eyebrow, smirking.

	"Because men don't cry every time you call them an asshole."

	She continued eating her macaroni quite serenely as James breathed a few times and wiped his eyes.

	"W-well you caught me by surprise."

	They ate the rest of their meal in silence, James putting his knife and fork together and waiting for May to finish.

	"How was it?"

	"Nice," he smiled.

	She nodded and grabbed both bowls, nudging him on the way to the sink which made him wince.

	"In denialllll," she sang softly, placing the bowls on the dishwasher rack.

	James stared at the lone piece of macaroni sitting forlornly on the kitchen table.

	He wasn't gay. He was just waiting for the manliness inside to come out...

	"Are you going to clear up your mess or just leave me to do it?"

	"Yes, sorry," he whined, waddling over to the kitchen roll which set his cheeks slapping again.

	"Jesus James, could you glue those together or something?" she said, scrunching her nose in disgust.

	"Sorry."

	He tried to mince his walk back to the table and that seemed to do the trick.

	His gaze honed in on the table and he carefully sized up his target.

	May watched with incredulity as he bent over the table like a porn star, so focused on making the table spotless, tongue pressed to the outside of his lips, that he didn't notice May's nauseous expression as he doubled over, ass waiting to be mounted.

	"Disgusting," she murmured, unable to look away as he began to gyrate whilst carefully wiping every last inch of the dirty spot on the table.

	'Honestly maybe I should ask him for lessons on how to be a slut, that way the boys at college might actually notice me,' she grumbled in her head as he twerked the last of the counter to a perfect shine.

	"All done!" he simpered, mincing over to the bin and threw the dirty towel away.

	May's fake vomiting went unnoticed as a car engine outside signalled the return of Mom and Dad from date night.

	It looked like the tiny amount of freedom he could enjoy was about to end.

	He fingered the stud in his belly button as the lights went out and two figures walked up to the front door.

	"Hey Shnoogums! May! Goodness this summer never ends!"

	His Mum was first in, offering a warm smile to them both as she stepped in. She was a plumpish woman with mousy, greying hair, and a radiant expression. A white cocktail dress sat on her curves and covered anything that might be considered provocative, and a small silver cross hung from her neck.

	"How was your date Miss Bennet?"

	"Oh wonderful, we went to St Piers, quite lovely!"

	She seemed to swell when she gazed upon her handsome boy.

	"How was everything here?"

	"All good Mrs Bennet, James choked on a piece of macaroni."

	James groaned as his Mother hooted and scurried over to check him in case the macaroni was still hiding under his shirt, waiting to throttle him at a moment's notice.

	"Oh Goodness, thank you so much May, what would we do without you! One hundred and fifty was it?"

	Mr Bennet stepped through the doorway as money was being handed over, looking rather well fed. His expression changed as soon as he laid eyes on his son and the amount of money changing hands.

	"Yup," said May, her smile gleeful as she scrunched the bills in her hands. "Oh by the way Mrs Bennet, I won't be available for a little bit, I'm going to some open days, so I'll be out of town until Wednesday."

	"Oh... Oh all right, well... well good luck, and we'll see you when you get back I suppose!"

	"Great, bye guys!" and with a last weird look at James, she went through the doorway.

	"Bye," he murmured with a wave, but she had already marched down the driveway, and his arm fell limp by his side.

	"Lucky May was here right honey? Thank God for that girl, I swear she was sent to us by Jesus himself."

	"Yes... thank God," said Mr Bennet through gritted teeth, still infuriated that they needed to ask their neighbour's eighteen-year-old daughter to watch over their grown toddler.

	His mother didn't notice the frustration in her husband's voice, continuing as if he had heartily agreed with her.

	"Well we'll need to find a replacement babysitter darling, it'll be on honeymoon week as well...

	James' ears pricked up.

	He minced up to his Mum and Dad who were busy taking their shoes off, careful to keep his butt silent.

	'Now is the time, while they're happy... You can do this.'

	"Mum... Dad... I'd... I'd like to ask for... for something."

	Mum smiled kindly at him. His father glowered.

	"What darling?"

	"Well... If... I'm older now... I-It's...

	Mrs Bennet waited patiently whilst Mr Bennet already looked like he was close to bursting a blood vessel, his head transforming into a plum with slits for eyes.

	"... I could stay... I'm old enough now...

	"You said that already!," rumbled his father, turning an even deeper shade of purple.

	"Doogums," said Mrs Bennet sharply to her husband, and he held back the vile epithets threatening to spill out from his mouth. "Come now darling, use your words."

	"I...

	'You can do this.'

	"I would... , I would like... Um... I would liktostayloneinthouse."

	He gave a strong nod and a hopeful smile.

	His parents looked down at him confused.

	"I'm sorry darling?"

	His smile dropped, and he put a steely look on his face.

	"Mother, Father...

	Mr Bennet growled so loudly that the cat sleeping on the stairs woke with a fright and scarpered up to the landing.

	"OH erm... I can stay here. I can stay... Here... Alone."

	Mrs Bennet's eyes became shrewd.

	"Excuse me young man?"

	Mr Bennet's eyebrows crept up his forehead. Could this be the first hints of masculinity threatening to creep from the peachy lips of his son?

	"I think he said perhaps he wants to stay on his own...

	"No he didn't," she said sharply.

	"Yes... I...

	She cast a furious eye on him.

	"... I did."

	The words seemed to echo through the hallway and out into the street.

	James' lips quivered.

	Mrs Bennet closed the door slowly, which chose this particular moment to creak like it was auditioning for a horror movie.

	"Darling, I'm sorry... but I do not think that this is a wise idea."

	Mr Bennet look pained. His son trying to be a man? This could be a once in a lifetime opportunity...

	He chose his words carefully.

	"Dear... perhaps it would be nice to give him a little time to himself... grow his confidence you know...

	"HE IS NOT BEING LEFT ALONE IN THIS HOUSE!" she shrieked.

	That shut everyone up. There would be no arguing with James' Mother when she felt her chick was being threatened.

	Mr Bennet schemed for a moment, brain whirring as he searched for a way to squeeze through her sturdy defence mechanisms.

	"Of course, of course dear...

	She fixed him with a sturdy gaze.

	"... But we would still need to find a nanny," he finished, trying not to wilt under her stare.

	"Yes... yes," she breathed, slipping back into the doughy eyed woman that had walked in moments earlier once more. "Perhaps Jeremy?"

	"He's moved away, you know this," said Mr Bennet, still hopeful of fanning the miniscule flames of manhood in his son after twenty-three long years.

	"Is any of the family still in town?"

	"No, none at all."

	"Wait... But what about Auntie Sheila?"

	James blinked.

	'I have an Aunt?'

	Mr Bennet paused, his master plan coming undone.

	"Sheila... but... hasn't Auntie Sheila... Didn't she just come out of prison?"

	Mrs Bennet looked at him incredulously.

	"Yes... But our Shnoogums needs a babysitter."

	James tried to pipe up.

	"I... I don't...

	His Mother cut over him harshly.

	"If Auntie Sheila is available then she will look after our beautiful boy."

	Mr Bennet seemed pained, desperate to try and appeal to the good nature of his wife.

	"Dear... Darling... if our only option is Auntie Sheila, perhaps we should just give it up as a bad job and let the boy become a man. I mean... He can't stay here forever!"

	This was the single worst thing he could have said, as his wife's nostrils quivered, and she clutched her handbag tight to her chest with a clenched fist.

	"I think she will do just fine Graham!... The bible teaches us forgiveness, and of course, she is still family... Auntie Sheila will do it."

	This last statement and the use of Mr Bennet's first name seemed to settle the matter. Mrs Bennet, looking much happier now that her chick would be remaining safe in the nest, spoke to James as if he had not been present for the entire conversation.

	"Darling, Auntie Sheila will be looking after you next week."

	"Yes, thank God," said Mr Bennet, glowering now that he was once again resigned to his son remaining a plumped-up ken doll with stripper buns.

	"But... you never told me I have an Aunt...

	Mrs Bennet seemed to deflate slightly.

	"Yes well... The Lord gave her a different path to tread... Be that as it may... the fact is she is family and will be looking after you."

	James looked crushed, and he couldn't stop hot tears beginning to flow down his cheeks.

	Mr Bennet took this as his cue to leave, the waterworks having been turned on daily since the age of one and him having long since grown tired of it. He sidled to his favourite couch in the living room, ready to watch the same cop tv-show that he had watched for the last fifteen years.

	"SHhhhhhhhh, it's okay, it's okay," whispered Mrs Bennet, embracing James in a big hug and kissing him on both wet cheeks, and once on the forehead for good measure.

	"S... stop it," he whimpered, although he felt his shoulders and head sag into his mother's arms.

	"It's for your own good," she said softly, before giving him a final peck on the cheek.

	"Now off you pop to bed young man, it's almost eleven!."

	He gave a furious sob and stormed off, cheeks thumping together like someone was smacking raw meat with a firm hand.

	"Goodnight Shnoogums! Don't forget your prayers."

	"Goodnight Poogums, I-I won't... he snivelled, unable to refuse his Mother the affection she always gave to him.

	He wished he could be as close with Dad, he thought whilst closing the bedroom door. Father had always been a tough nut to crack, and unfortunately James wasn't any good at being masculine... or cracking nuts, or indeed physical activities of any kind. The workout videos had never really improved his strength or stamina either. Just his ass... those huge round globes that followed him like giant suns that caught people in their glare, announced him to every room he walked into.

	He lay back on his bed and pictures slipped into his mind unbidden; the women from the workout video, except they were all here in his room (imagining a beach or outdoor area made him anxious, and sunlight didn't agree with his skin.) He imagined touching their breasts whilst Terrance watched, his crotch bulge close to where James was sitting. James lingered before putting the pictures from his mind.

	'Don't be a sinner.'

	He needed to focus on his prayers.

	James did so for a few minutes, praying to keep his family safe, to keep food on their table, and then to perhaps give him a girlfriend if it wasn't too much to ask... his eyes opened and he lay back in bed. That was starting to seem like a miracle that even Jesus couldn't conjure.

	After a while of lying in bed, his eyes closed, and he drifted off.

---------

	James was still in his room, but the workout video girls were there, and so was Terrance. Everything was warm, his skin, his belly... and then Terrance had gone, but the bulge was still there, and now every woman had Terrance's bulge, and they were rubbing it on his legs, his chest...

	Maybe he should tell them to stop, James thought as he rubbed a woman's bulge and touched another's breasts with his feet which were also hands, and suddenly he had hands everywhere, but they were all tiny, and he couldn't reach all the beautiful women with bulges clamouring to touch him... God it was so hot, it felt like a sauna...

---------

	James mewled in frustration and woke up, gasping.

	It was morning, and the first thing he felt was the heat shimmering through the curtains. It must be blazing outside to be so warm in here. There was another, more intimate warmth on his belly. He moved, and whimpered.

	He'd done it again.

	Pulling back the covers revealed a slick wet patch on his sheets. A grimace came to his face. Why did this keep happening?

	James sighed and began removing the sheets. Having searched this on the internet, he now knew the word for it was 'wet dream,' and he had carefully avoided further research, afraid of what he might find.

	It wasn't just his seed which had stained the sheets, as he looked down at huge sweat patches covering the bed. In fact he was still sweating, and he wiped his brow, feeling the liquid on it.

	'God it wasn't this hot yesterday,' he thought as he waddled to the bathroom and cleaned himself up.

	A shower helped to rid him of the feeling of dirtiness, although it was still so sweltering that he ended up forgoing his usual outfit for the day entirely and just slipping on a pair of briefs.

	'Mum and Dad wouldn't want me to overheat in this weather,' he thought to himself, although exactly why a t-shirt would make such a difference he could not necessarily answer, idly tweaking his nipples as he set to work on changing his bedsheets.

	Housework always seemed to calm him, and after a few minutes a pile of dirty sheets lay in the laundry basket, his bed now spotless in silky white sheets.

	'I'd make a great house husband... That'll show my Dad, when girls realise how manly I am', he thought whilst furiously fidgeting with his pink nubs which were now aching.

	He could do the laundry, iron dresses, scour the kitchen floor... He had almost perfected his scrubbing motion, and sometimes liked to watch videos of women in maid outfits for refence, learning their gyrating motions off by heart.

	Padding downstairs the first thing he noticed was his mother sweating as she put the phone down, although whether this was solely because of the heat or not he was unable to say.

	"Hey Poogums,"

	"Hi Shnoogums,"

	"Who were you talking to?"

	"Oh... Sorry Shnoogums, I was on the phone to... to Auntie Sheila... just trying to discuss a few house rules that needed clarifying... N... Nothing to worry about."

	He nodded, and then his face fell as he looked at the table and realised that his Mother hadn't made breakfast.

	"That's... that's okay Mum," he mumbled, cushioning himself onto the chair. He sometimes got a bit cranky when his mother didn't prepare meals, and it didn't help that she had steadfastly refused to let him near the stove since the time he'd tried to boil an egg and nearly set fire to the kitchen.

	The colour didn't return to Mrs Bennet's cheeks as she grabbed a cereal box and began pouring oats.

	Mr Bennet peered in and his jaw clenched.

	"James... why are you not weari-"

	"Graham, leave him be, it's hard for Shnoogums, he'll be all hot and bothered in this weather," sang Mrs Bennet, eyeing her boy dotingly, and Mr Bennet fell silent, retreating to the living room with an odious look at his son sitting expectantly in his briefs, waiting for his mother to feed him.

	They ate in silence, and then his Mum got up and busied herself with travel arrangements whilst James tidied up the bowls and wiped the counter clean. He daydreamed about getting the right cleaning action to scrub the bowls to a mean shine, and gave a jealous look at the dishwasher... if it weren't for all this modern technology he'd be front of the queue for women needing a man around the house, especially when bending over to get those really tough spots. He wandered upstairs after he was finished and spent the next hour flicking through different dusters and cleaning products on his laptop.

	"Wow... the XD Vacuum looks incredible, the suction power... three hundred and seventy air Watts!...

	He hovered over the 'add to cart' button before closing the laptop wistfully. Maybe another day. For now he had to do his chores without his wish-list.

	The rest of the day was spent making beds, doing laundry, scrubbing floors and wiping surfaces. His parents had soon figured out that even when they told him not to it was impossible to prevent him scouring every surface in the house, and his father had resigned himself to his son sneaking in at any moment to douse the living room carpet in cleaning spray, or perhaps wander into the bedroom sporting an apron and feather duster.

	By six-pm his arms were aching, and he fell to bed after dinner, satisfied. Tomorrow he could start on the attic, which hadn't been cleaned in nearly a month! He dreaded to think what would await him up there... As he drifted off he briefly remembered that Aunty Sheila would be arriving tomorrow... He imagined a clone of his mother, loving, but similarly protective, and huffed, turning into an uneasy sleep.

---------

	The engine whined, spluttering as gears were wrenched into places they didn't want to go.

	"Fuckin piece o' shit."

	People stopped and stared at the rusted Cadillac that had no right being on the road. Huge strips of paint were worn or scraped off entirely in what looked like multiple road accidents including a failed attempt to dodge a wrecking ball.

	Tires squealed on the tarmac as it shot from it's resting position, almost mowing down a woman with the temerity to have one foot lingering on the crossing. She yelled as the junkbox raced away, weaving between cars and missing by millimetres, car horns blaring in it's wake.

	People looking to the driver's seat would catch a glimpse of bleach-blond hair, buzz-cut close to the skull as it whipped past, but little more than that.

	Soon the Cadillac reached James' neighbourhood and slowed to a relative crawl of five miles over the limit.

	People who happened to be looking out of their window at that exact moment stared, caught in a trance if they saw the figure inside clearly, gawping at the middle-class equivalent of a nightmare.

	A figure with blond hair shaved in a military buzz-cut sat with her muscled arm hanging lazily out of the window, the colour contrasting heavily with her bronzed skin that seemed to have been open to the sun for years. She was huge, easily taking up the car space to the point where it looked almost like a toy, and her lips were as juicy and kissable as her jawline was intimidating. A silver bull ring hung from her nose which, combined with her aggressive expression made it look like she was on the verge of headbutting whatever she deigned to look at. What made this sight even more provocative was the fact that her healthy cheeks and long lashed eyes were quite pleasing on the eye, and the juxtaposition of femininity and raw aggression had people's heads spinning as she flew down the road.

	People froze in the middle of opening their curtains, collecting their mail or trimming their hedges as they glimpsed the bull-woman scanning through the large white houses, but Sheila took no notice, resting a heavily muscled arm out of the window and pounding down the residential streets in fourth gear.

	Eventually she seemed to spot what she was looking for, and her expression turned into one of excitement as she turned the bucket of bolts screeching into the driveway of number 32 on Pendon street, coming to a rest in a small dust cloud of burnt rubber.

	Subtlety had never been Sheila's strong suite.

	James heard the screeching and ran to the window, gasping as he peered down for the first look at his new babysitter.

	Even though the Cadillac was spacious, it looked like the woman could barely fit inside it, and James murmured as she stepped out to her full height.

	Her head was close to the neighbour's basketball net, and whenever she moved the sun reflected off the swell of bronzed muscles ripped across every inch of her body, shining off the piercings adorning it, mainly on her lips, ears and nose. The things that didn't move in any way were her tits, huge bolt-on monstrosities that, whilst in proportion, drew the eye in a way that most certainly wouldn't be considered Christian, with obvious nipple piercings pressing through a tight black tank top. She sniffed the air like a wolf, eyes set on the entrance to their home.

	'Is that really her?... '

	James felt the hairs on every inch of his body flick upwards, (not that there was anything lengthy to speak of below his neck), and his heartbeat began to pound in his ears as he stared at yoga shorts that seemed welded onto her gigantic ass, thighs like tree-trunks that had been uprooted and brought under her spell. The pants were under pressure from so much ass and muscle mass that he had no idea how she had squeezed into them in the first place. She took a moment to scratch her underarms and his toes curled as he saw armpit hair under her wide shoulders.

	He had to rub his eyes to check he wasn't dreaming.

	Mother had said she had been in prison. 'For what?' he wondered.

	*BANG* BANG* *BANG*

	The knocks on the door sounded like a horse was kicking it in, and James heard his Mother hurry down the hallway to open it.

	He crept across the landing to check that he hadn't hallucinated what he had seen, and sure enough when he peered down past the banister he was greeted to the sight of his Mother sporting what seemed like an attempt at a smile but instead was coming out as more of a pained wince, staring up at the huge figure on the porch.

	"H... How are you dear? So lovely to see you... I see you have some new ah... accessories," she stammered, staring at the studded ears and nose.

	"I'm fuckin' great Sis... and thanks, got most of them in prison."

	Her voice was deep, a rumbling sound that he could feel alongside the butterflies in his belly. James put his hand to his stomach to calm them.

	Sheila gave his mother a rough hug and he could see his mother wince as she did so, wrinkling her nose at the 'natural' odours

	"You seem... well," she said, making sure to back away just enough to avoid any possibilities of being hugged again.

	Sheila began striding around, peering at family pictures and other objects before discarding them carelessly.

	"Yeah... prison was fun, made a LOT of friends there... reckon Sammy will miss me especially."

	She smiled like she'd just told a funny joke.

	"Uh... Sammy? A uh... friend of yours?"

	She laughed, a huge sound that filled the air.

	"Oh FUCK no! He was my bitch, face like a pig but that ass...

	She closed her eyes, stretching her hubcap hands out in front of her like she was squeezing something only she could see.

	Mrs Bennet's face went so white she might have been a reanimated body.

	"Right... Well, good to t-turn over a new leaf yes?"

	"Huh?" said Sheila absent-mindedly, coming back from a place of pleasure and looking around the house once more with an approving eye, almost knocking over an ornate vase which his Mother swiftly grabbed and placed back on it's perch.

	James continued to stare, unnoticed. Now that he could properly look at his Aunt, he found himself fascinated. She seemed cramped inside their house, like an adult walking through a children's playground. Close up he could see each strand of her leg muscles, expanding and contracting as she strutted around their hallway like a hundred living creatures were working in tandem to propel her gigantic frame. Her nipple piercings were headlights attracting the eye just as much as her gorgeous lips. So many signals were worming their way into his brain that his fight or flight responses had kicked in, and he remained frozen like a gazelle staring from the bushes.

	"Nice place."

	"Yes... we moved fifteen years ago... just after you...

	His Mother fell silent and closed the door. Not knowing what to do with her hands she busied them by re-arranging the shoe-rack.

	"What, became a woman?... or went to prison."

	Mrs Bennet didn't seem to know what to say to this.

	"A... After we... last saw you," she stammered.

	"Right," said Sheila. "So... Where's the squirt?"

	A note of eagerness crept into her voice.

	"Well, I think we should go through the ground rules first...

	Sheila growled and rounded on his mother, and James was painfully aware of the size difference between the two figures as she towered over his Mother.

	"Told ya I don't do rules."

	His eyes opened wide as his Mother moved forwards until her chin was almost touching the breasts of her sister, with a determined look on her face.

	"You will where my son is involved, or you can get out of my house. I'm sure your criminal record will make fine reading for anyone brave enough to hire you."

	James' mouth clanged open, and he watched as the two figures sized each other up, consumed with simmering aggression.

	Then Sheila, to his amazement, backed down.

	"Fine," she snarled. "But I'm not doing any of that prayer shit... I'm guessing you have him nice and converted huh?

	As if by magic, his Mother was back to her comforting self.

	"He's quite enamoured with our Lord, so he won't need your help on that count."

	Sheila's eyes rolled, before casting their way around every inch of the house, searching, and as she turned towards the stairs James saw something... something that clutched his attention in an iron grip.

	Auntie Sheila's crotch was sporting a bulge that he couldn't equate to anything human. The shape was massive, like an Ostrich's egg crammed into the front of her shorts. It was not round but oddly mishappen, like a meaty wand stuffed in there, curled up and waiting to be released. He didn't know how he could have missed it the first time, and it was so difficult to understand that he turned his head sideways. His entire being was focused on trying to work this problem out, digest it, take it in.

	Then he looked up into deep brown eyes lasering straight into his own.

	Every inch of his body came alive, trying to hide behind it's neighbouring organ. He choked as Auntie Sheila's eyes flickered, pupils going wide to absorb the darkness surrounding James. If they could have spoken a language, they would have screamed hunger.

	"Hello there," breathed Sheila, taking a step towards the staircase.

	"Ah Shnoogums, there you are darling... This... is your Auntie Sheila...

	His mother gestured to the figure who had her eyes on him and wasn't blinking.

	James couldn't get words out. She was a tiger, and he was prey.

	She took another step.

	Sheila growled and James' mouth went dry, and he staggered backward, turning to scramble across the landing.

	"Oh... What the fuck is that," uttered Sheila, eyes like saucers as she watched an ass beyond her wildest fantasies jiggling away into the darkness.

	Then it started to clap and saliva drenched Sheila's mouth as James ran trembling to his room.

	She had one foot on the stairs without even realising it, breathing heavily and snorting as she prepared to charge after him and it was only when her sister gave a sniped order that she halted.

	"SHEILA!"

	She froze with her hand gripping the banister so hard that a tiny crack hinted at wood being crunched inwards beneath her white-knuckled bear paws.

	Her foot came off the staircase and, using every inch of will she possessed, turned away from her young Nephew, to face her sister.

	"You will take care of him, do you understand?"

	"... yes."

	'That boy is mine,' she thought.

	"You are to keep him safe."

	"Of course."

	'I'll make him squeal.'

	"And you are not, under any circumstances... to touch him. Do you understand?"

	Sheila cracked her knuckles.

	"Sure."

	'I will bury my cock in his ass.'

	Mrs Bennet cast one careful eye over her sister, before brushing past her and up the staircase.

	A soft knocking came at James's door.

	"Shnoogums?"

	James was trembling. He was so erect and his head couldn't stop seeing that bulge. It was like the image was stuck there.

	"Y-yes?"

	Mrs Bennet pressed the door open and smiled down at her boy, sitting in the centre of his room.

	"Will you be alright son? I know Auntie Sheila is not a um... regular family guest, but you'll call me if anything's wrong, right?"

	"Yes," he whispered.

	His mother's face creased in concern at how much he was trembling.

	"Shnoogums... if this is too much... We can cancel the honeymoon, it's just a week and I know your father would not want you to be upset...

	James felt the tiny freedoms he could have slipping away and forced the words out from somewhere inside.

	"N-NO! I will be fine. Auntie Sheila seems w... he paused, took a breath and continued. ".w... wonderful."

	Mrs Bennet's eyebrows rose but she said nothing.

	"... Fine, well... I love you Shnoogums, come here."

	He got up and allowed her to hug him, kiss him on the cheeks and forehead, and tweak his chin.

	"Have fun, don't forget to pray, and be good."

	"I will Mother."

	She beamed at him and bustled out of his room.

	"Right... come along honey!"

	Mr Bennet emerged from the living room and did a triple take at Sheila, who snorted at him.

	"Right honey... oh yes, hello Sheila...

	She didn't respond, which was more than enough chat for Mr Bennet, who grabbed the last bags and scurried to the car.

	"It's good to see you," said Mrs Bennet stiffly.

	"You too sis," leered Sheila, and with one last worried look upstairs, Mrs Bennet came out to join her husband in the car.

	Sheila stared out of the window as the car engine started, not moving until it had drifted off down the street. Then her eyes turned to the darkness at the top of the staircase. Each step she took was eager, unsteady, and she slid her hand up the bannister on a slow climb towards the young creature waiting upstairs, her shorts clinging tight to the growing bulge as she slid over to the last door which had a small crack open, and pushed.

---------

	James heard the front door close, and the sound of his parent's car drifting off into the distance and then... silence. For a second it seemed as if he were alone, and his heart lifted... but then the creaks of something heavy ascending the staircase echoed through the house.

	James' heart hammered, sweat dappling his chest, and he stared at the crack in the door as each squeak came closer, before stopping right outside his bedroom. He knew she was right there, looming like a monster in the darkness.

	Then the door swung open with a dull *THUD* and James let out a mewl as Sheila stood in the doorway, a hungry smile plastered on her face. She stood above him rather than across from him, his ultimate antithesis.

	Sheila began to snort like a bull, content to gaze down at what she knew would be the best fuck of her entire life. He was dreamlike; hair that seemed to suck in all the surrounding light and expel it out of his skin, a surface so white it looked as if he hadn't spent a single day of his life outdoors. And of course, that ass...

	She leaned over, openly gazing at the side of his butt, and James squeaked, turning away and backing into a corner. His caboose seemed to take an age to follow him, and Sheila's leer crept higher than it had in the last fifteen years of ass-fucking she had enjoyed.

	Sheila decided she was going to take her time with this one.

	"Don't worry, I won't hurt ya," she drawled, thinking about how best to split his butt cheeks wide open and impregnate his anus, gesturing a 'come here' sign with one huge hand.

	He trembled.

	"I... I don't need a babysitter... I'mmm... I'mmnn... I'm a m-m-man...

	Sheila was salivating, not quite able to hide the spasm in her left eye that occasionally hit her when she was trying to hold back blind lust.

	"Oh, sure, you're a man huh?... Well why don't we spend some time together... Some quality time... Just Auntie Sheila and her favourite nephew, havin' fun."

	James bit his lip.

	"But... I have ch-chores to do...

	"Well that's just great, because I fuckin' love watching people do their chores... Why don't we start with the kitchen floor."

	He bristled at the coarse language, something that was banned in their household.

	"B... but I cleaned it yeste...

	"Fuckin' clean it again then!" she snarled, as the corners of her mouth creased upwards.

	The closest thing to Sheila's smile that James could think of was the wide-toothed grin of a great white shark, because it had the same pitiless, single-minded edge to it.

	"I-I mean... It could use a l-little extra polish," he snivelled, attempting to get up and finding his legs not working properly, forcing him to adopt a slow crawl towards the door. He tried to slip past his Aunt but the bulky legs didn't move, and when he looked up he only saw that smile grow bigger behind a rapidly swelling crotch that was beginning to... unfurl.

	He blubbered and crawled between them, feeling her calves peel inwards as he did so, forcing him to work extra hard to pop his hips between her feet. A huge hand came out of nowhere and smacked his ass harder than his father ever had, and he blurted out a weak cry and scurried forwards.

	"Good boy," she grinned as he ran towards the stairs, managing to regain the use of his legs to fly down in a cheek-clapping chorus that left Sheila's heart thumping in her chest. She waited a few seconds before following, coming to the kitchen where James was already grabbing a cloth and some polish.

	He bent down, and Sheila's hands made their way to her crotch as James started twerking, putting everything he had into shining the tiled surface which was already spotless. He rested his weight forward on the cloth with every wipe, ass up in the air like a radio beacon which was sending a continuous distress signal to Sheila, begging to be met with her cock.

	"Yeah, that's it boy."

	James was scared of looking behind him, keen to put in extra effort so as not to displease the beast at his back, and saliva began flowing freely between Sheila's teeth because James began gyrating so hard that most of the blood in her body seemed to flood to her cock. She was almost getting light-headed watching him positively gagging for it.

	'Unbelievable.'

	The perfect little slut... and he was her stuck up sister's son, of all people!

	Her brain warred with her cock for oxygen, attempting to figure out a way to lure the poor boy into a spread-eagled position for her waking python.

	"Is that okay?" he asked, breathing heavily as he came up to his knees and turned to her.

	"Damn right," she said, staring at his heaving chest as he bounced on his heels, "You're just fuckin' perfect."

	He couldn't help blushing.

	"At least for starters... we've got a whole house to work on, and I wanna see you put your sweet back into it for the rest of the day."

	James rubbed his knees. It was going to be a long afternoon.

	He got to his feet and Sheila growled.

	"Fuck no, you don't stand unless I tell you to stand, now back to your fuckin' knees."

	Her expression changed back from murder to glee as James dropped, quivering, to the floor once more.

	"Such a good boy," she whispered, and as she approached, her crotch came level with his head, and James's eyes became round watery wells. 'The Bulge' was less than an inch from his nose, and there was a musk emanating from it; James reckoned that if pure testosterone had a smell, it would have been the one filling his nostrils, not helped by the brutal heat adding sweat to the cocktail emanating from her groin.

	"I-I'm a man," he stuttered, even as he stared at her crotch like a prime viewing in an art installation, feeling a trill of jealousy that he didn't possess such prime bull meat in his own pants.

	"Yeah, sure," she chuckled. She'd broken enough bitches in her time to know when to take control and when the boy in question just needed to give in to their nature.

	He stopped staring at it after far too long a time, taking in his nanny, all 250ibs of her, those hooker lips glinting in the sunlight.

	Sheila reached down and stroked his cheek with large, rough hands that had seen plenty of iron, and James didn't know what to do as she rubbed his chin like a pet.

	"Get your feather duster, you're gonna do the whole living room, and get real fuckin' deep in the corners... Just like a real man."

	His eyes lit up, and he made to stand before wilting back to his knees under a glacier-melting gaze, crawling through the hallway to retrieve his feather duster and moving towards the spacious front room with cream carpets, pouffes and sofas with Sheila in hot pursuit.

	Despite being a woman, Sheila had an air of masculinity that he had never experienced before, that perhaps he could sample, as if getting close enough to this beast might cause some to rub off on him by accident.

	"So... so real men are good at cleaning?" he said, hoping to confirm what he already knew about manliness as he shuffled to a lamp to tickle it with his fluffy instrument.

	Sheila was beginning to sense his need, dumping herself on the sofa, legs wide and one arm resting on the back.

	'So he wants to be a man huh?'

	"Of course, could clean this fuckin' dump with my eyes closed," she drawled. In reality only her bitches would ever do any housework on the rare occasions when she wasn't in prison. "Its one of the manliest things you can do... that and anal."

	James clawed the carpet as the feather duster began to shake harder against the lamp.

	"A... Anal?" he said, trying to sound casual.

	"Yeah, anal. You ever done it?"

	"Urm... No...

	Sheila laughed, or rather roared.

	"Well no wonder you're not a real man yet! That's why all the girlies can see you're a bitch, like I can. Sure you got a manly ass, manly lips, manly cleaning but... You need more than that to be a real man."

	"Can... can you teach me?"

	She stroked her chin as if considering it.

	"Well... seeing as we're family... I suppose I could, for my dear nephew."

	Her smile didn't reach her eyes, although James was far too busy to notice between being pointed to various nooks and crannies, bending to get to really low spots, and balancing on furniture to reach the ceiling, on tip-toes which tightened his leg muscles in a display of physique which had Sheila salivating.

	James noticed Sheila seemed to get far more excited in these moments, which he took as a sign he was doing a good job. Maybe she could be the family member who finally understands him? The thought filled him with vigour as he began to prance across the living room, which only made Sheila more animated.

	"Fuck yeh, get at it, you fuckin whore!" she heckled as he tiptoed to the television and dusted it down thoroughly.

	"A-Auntie Sheila... Thank you... but could you not, erm... not call me that...

	She tipped her head to the side.

	"Well I wouldn't say it to a fuckin' man now would I?"

	He deflated slightly.

	"Oh... okay...

	"Listen, you can be a man... you just have to listen to your Auntie Sheila, we'll change that, don't you worry."

	His smile filled with hope, and he even began to put on a show, bending so low whilst keeping his ass high that he was almost doing a headstand as he dusted under the sofas, a move which elicited a deep groan from Sheila because his ass had expanded to fill every seam of the boxers he was wearing.

	"Hmmm... Dining room boy, quickly" muttered Sheila, red faced as James led her through.

	More dusting, and this time she made him scrub the table, nearly bringing tears to her eyes as he flicked that whore tongue to the side of his cheek, concentrating on a particularly stubborn speck of dirt that wouldn't budge.

	"Let me check it," Sheila murmured, coming up right behind James, and before he could move she had rammed her crotch into his ass, one hand on the table and one hand on his delicate shoulder to keep him steady.

	"Uhnn!" he squeaked as he felt her prodigious bulge pressing against his ass-cheeks. Her calloused weight-lifter hand was tough against his skin, (he regretted being shirtless) and he tried to shirk her off before a light increase in pressure made him fall still.

	"Hmmm," murmured Sheila, rubbing her free hand across the table. "I'd say you did good... for a woman."

	James moaned, crushed as her hand slid up to play with his hair.

	"D-d-do you need... any more?...

	Sheila looked around.

	"Hmmm, what time's it?"

	She found a clock. 4.30pm.

	"Yeh know what? It's been so tiring doin' all this cleaning that I think we'd better get to bed."

	"Huh?" whispered James, as her fingers slid across his forehead, messing his hair up. "I... Isn't it a bit early for that?"

	"You fuckin' heard me," she growled, and he whimpered, legs beginning to shake. "We're both tired, so we're gonna lie down."

	"O-Okay," he murmured, and she pulled back from the table.

	"Show me where you're sleeping."

	She pulled herself off of him, and James staggered to the stairs, waiting politely for her to join him as she took her time, maintaining eye contact the whole way.

	His jog up the stairs was noticeably quicker, which made his ass cheeks clap once more, and Sheila held back and tilted her head to the side so she could really enjoy the sight of the half-naked boy running to his doom.

	'If God is real, he did a damn good job there,' she thought excitedly to herself. She picked up a bag from the hallway and checked it, making sure the baby oil and lube bottles were still inside before ascending after him.

	'Come here my little rabbit.'

	She swaggered to his bedroom door and shoved it open.

	James was stood next to his bed, ankle turning back and forth on the carpet.

	"So... uh... I sleep here... I think there's a spare room just down the hall...

	"We'll sleep together, I was told to look after you," she growled.

	James' knees went weak.

	"R... really?"

	She smirked.

	"Yeah... and because it's so hot, we're gonna sleep naked."

	James was naturally pale, but he became near-translucent at this piece of information, his stomach trying to collapse in on itself.

	"A... Auntie Sheila... I don't... we might not fit...

	This seemed to anger her, and he fell into a mumbled silence.

	"I don't give a fuck, my house, my rules," she stated.

	His knees turned inwards, shoulders sagging.

	"Now strip."

	Tears came to the corners of James' eyes, and his fingers flirted with the waistband of his boxers, already sweating from the day's efforts, now doubly so at the current situation.

	"Auntie... A-A-Auntie Sh... Sheil...

	Sheila took a step closer from the doorway, and although she had barely moved a metre it felt like a rhino had begun it's charge.

	"I. Said. Strip," she repeated, gravel in her throat.

	A solitary tear ran down James' cheek as he pulled down his boxers, revealing an erect, 4-inch cock, with a spot of pre-cum on the tip.

	"Oh that's... that's good," breathed Sheila, staring with starving eyes.

	James fought the urge to cover himself up as Sheila molested him with her gaze, stepping out of his last defences.

	"You're a fuckin' dirty little nephew, you know that?"

	James didn't know what to say.

	"I-I'm... a man...

	"Sure you are... my turn."

	Sheila grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head, and James moaned as her tits sprang clear in the air, round, sweaty orbs with dull nipple piercings that were so enticing to James' virgin brain. Below them a six-pack was exposed, chiselled enough that he could almost feel the steel in her abs, and he didn't have the guile to stop himself following her every move like a kitten eyeing a piece of string as she hauled her sports shorts down her thighs... and a monster dropped out.

	James nearly fainted upon seeing a penis around 14 inches in length; a horse-cock containing at least six times more meat than his unmanned baby carrot. The shaft was veiny and light bronze moving into a dark purple head, a fleshy torpedo with a huge, metal piercing in it. James had never heard of a prince albert, and his eyes couldn't conceive how she could have pierced herself with something so... heavy. A healthy bushel of hair was present around the base of it, dark brown in contrast to her bleached hair, and every so often the appendage would throb in a way that suggested malignant intentions.

	"Why you fuckin' staring?"

	James was snapped out of his reverie.

	"Ah urm... I-It's large...

	"Yeah, it is," she said, swinging it casually like she was building up momentum to make a hole in the wall.

	James' head followed it, hypnotised by the movement of something so big, so other-worldly.

	Sheila continued to make large figure-eights in the air, popping open her oil bottle as she did so, and James didn't notice her start oiling her body until she reached her breasts.

	"GLUGH!" he spluttered, nearly choking on his tongue as she slathered oil over her tits, running it down the crevasse between them and onto her belly, dripping it all the way to her thighs.

	"What's the matter?" she said gruffly, a smile on her face as she began to rub the oil into her nipples.

	"I just... It's n-n-... nothing...

	He looked up and down at the beast of a woman who had begun to expel large globs of pre from her swinging cock all over the carpet.

	James couldn't speak. His mouth was dry and yet overflowing with saliva, his body hot and cold, his cock hard and his mind terrified. A million thoughts raced through him as Sheila reached down to do her thighs and calves, bending over to show a new angle of her body.

	"Just something to help us relax," she stated, before turning around and slapping a handful on her ass. The two huge globes quivered, the muscle underneath loose before she tightened them in turn, making them bounce like trampolines.

	James covered his erection up, feeling a dribble of his own pre-cum make it's way down the sides of his shaft as his Aunt continued rubbing oil onto her ass-cheeks. He lost track of time; was it seconds or minutes... hours maybe? After a long time spent oiling her cheeks she brought an end to the theatrics and stood back up, bringing out a different bottle from her bag as she did so, her entire body shining bar the long appendage drooping out from her crotch.

	"Always keep lube handy," she said wisely, giving him a wink, "Much better for your genitals, learnt that from experience."

	With that, she went to exactly where James knew she would, squeezing a huge dollop of lubricant along her cock like she was glazing a giant iced bun.

	James stood feeling emasculated as she worked her organ like a pro, making sure every square inch of it was slick and shining in a combination of her own cum and lubricant. He wanted to speak, to try to make sense of what was going on in his body, but everything was numb, toes curled to grip the carpet in case this was all some sort of fever-dream.

	Sheila caressed the protuberance, proud of her assets as she rubbed her breasts, teasing a nipple between two fingers and letting out a groan as she took a few careful strokes up and down her cock.

	James' blood thrummed through his body so fast it felt like he was going down a rollercoaster, his hard-on aching, even as his butthole flexed with fear.

	"Now you," she said, grabbing both the oil and lube bottles and proffering them in one hand.

	"I... I don't need...

	"Fuckin take it!" she spat, and he grabbed them with trembling hands as she came a touch closer, hands on hips. "Look, You question another word I say, I never show you how to be a man. You'll go on being a girly fag for the rest of your life."

	James fell to his knees and began pouring lube and oil at random in a frenzy on his lithe body, and Sheila drank it in as he sobbed, a slippery morsel of a man, sat on his heels.

	"Yeah bitch, rub it in."

	He emptied the bottles all over himself like he was taking a cold shower, such a feeble expression on his face that he seemed almost cartoonish as he rubbed the mixture across his skin.

	When he was done he looked like a laminated sex doll.

	'Perfect,' Thought Sheila.

	"Good boy... Now let's fuckin' sleep."

	James nodded with eyes down, crawling to his bed, searching for comfort somewhere in the sheets and slipping under the duvet for protection rather than warmth as the room was still sweltering. He closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would make everything disappear... Then the bedsprings creaked, and he felt himself being pulled downwards with the displacement of the mattress, a huge weight now in bed with him, before a gigantic arm wrapped itself around his body.

	The oily skin was warm against his already heated frame, and he scrunched up his eyelids tighter as more things began pressing against him; huge tits with nipple piercings digging into his back, thighs enveloping his own in walls of muscle. a tongue winding it's way down his neck.

	"A... Auntie," he whimpered, then gasped as a monstrous length of meat began to sandwich itself between his exposed buttcheeks.

	His terror ramped up, and he cried out as the cock wormed it's way between his two hills, burying itself in his ass-crack like a giant hot-dog.

	"AH, A-AREN'T... Aren't we sleeping!?" he gasped shrilly.

	"We need to get comfortable first, fuckin' sexy little slut," Sheila growled.

	She took a deep sniff of James' hair and grunted, the sound emanating from the base to the tip of her penis, vibrating James' whole body like a fleshy tuning fork, causing him to yip like a puppy. He smelled like a summer meadow, perhaps because of the cleaning products he used so regularly, with a natural odour that was so mild it was almost sweet.

	Sheila's scent in contrast was acrid and earthy, harsh sweat mixing with the light odours of her sweaty bollocks into fumes that grabbed hold of James' nostrils and wrenched his brain from any sense of home or comfort.

	Their greased-up bodies began to gyrate, Sheila hugging James tight as her hands wandered with no sense of decorum or politeness, tickling down his tummy and gripping his shoulders whilst she wore him like a fanny pack. Her arms crushed him backwards as the hand on his belly snaked down to his inner thigh, the other to his chest where it began playing with his nipples. He couldn't hold in short, excited huffs in response, even from crushed lungs.

	"HUH, Hnnnnnn, Hnnnnnnn!"

	Like an animal caught in a trap, James began hyperventilating, chest expanding and contracting as her fingers played with his tender nubs, sending little thrills of evil pleasure into his body.

	"Relax," she breathed harshly into his ear, as her cock began to slither downwards like a sentient being, aiming itself directly at James' butthole.

	James didn't know how to respond to all the sensations being wrought on his weak frame, wriggling in his Auntie's grasp but finding no budge, even oiled up and slippery as he was, because her fingers were too insistent, her legs too tight, clamped to him like a straight jacket aiming to make him anything other than straight. .

	"Here we go," she grunted, and pressed her hips upwards, pressing the wet tip of her cock onto James' flower.

	"HOOOOHHHHH GODDDD!" he cried as a pushing sensation the likes of which he had never known was presented to his anus, and he flexed so tight that normally his body would have refused any and all entry to something as large as Sheila's dong... except that Sheila's hand was working it's way onto his cock and began rubbing it with two fingers.

	He moaned, because despite the worn texture of her hands she knew exactly how to elicit pleasure from every inch of his burgeoning hard-on as she jerked him, asshole spasming as trickles of pleasure wormed their way from his shaft to his brain.

	"Ooooh... Auntie...

	His spasms were all Sheila required, and before he could blink her cock had shouldered it's way inside him, the head stretching his rim wide to sit like a hot, wet butt-plug in his entrance.

	"HOOOHHHH... Shei... Sh-Sheila!... UHNNN-! Y-Y-YOUR DICK...

	"Where is it boy?" she grinned, landing a juicy bite on his neck.

	"UHNNN, it's... it's in... it's IN MEEEEE! UHFFFFF!"

	Sheila pistoned herself into him, a steady conveyer belt of cock headed straight to his centre, and when she stopped to let him breathe and adjust, seven inches was sitting inside him. It felt like someone had accidentally inserted a flag pole between his cheeks.

	"Uhhhhnnn, uhhhhhhhhh... ohhhhh."

	"That's right boy," she breathed, "You gotta take this dick and you'll be a real man."

	James' eyes briefly filled with hope between scrunching up to deal with the sheer girth that was keeping his asshole wide open, and then she was moving again, and he shrieked as she moved swifter this time, thrusting another dose of cock-meat into his beleaguered hole.

	James scrambled for something, anything to deal with the object now thrumming inside him, the pulsing foreign object splitting him open, rubbing every sensitive cell of his anal walls which clung to it for dear life. His hands found the bedsheets and he clawed them with his fingernails, letting out a low whimper as Sheila snorted on the back of his head.

	'God he's so fuckin' tight', she thought, almost delirious with how good the fleshy pillows of his ass felt, snug and soft around her womanhood. It was like the ultimate massage, and James reaching down to try and rub his tender anus was such a turn-on that Sheila had to pull him in even tighter, spooning him so hard that he could barely move.

	"GOD... Mummy... poogums," begged James, pleading for his protector to appear, but no help came as Sheila began the final stages of insertion, and James' eyes bulged as the last inches of her nuclear rod disappeared inside his body.

	"uhnnn, uhnnn, uff, hnnn, HNNNNN, Sh-Shei... OHHhhhh...

	"Yeah, fuckin beg me to stop," Sheila breathed, revelling in his spasms, his oily skin slipping between her fingers, but without the strength to break free. Just enough to enjoy the struggle.

	"Sh-Sheila... Auntie... it's...

	Her cock was everywhere. It had replaced so much inside him that it was like having a whole new organ consuming him, it's purpose simple - to touch him as deeply as possible.

	"I'm all inside you now, boy" whispered Sheila, her gravel loud in his ear as heavy sensations emanated from the lightning rod buried in his abdomen.

	The first sensation was pain, pain at having his organs displaced from their rightful positions by her steel shaft. The second, much more invasive sensation, was pleasure, growing tremors that hadn't been there moments before... and they were building.

	James' whimpers turned lower, then louder... and then a full-blooded, thirst quenching moan escaped his mouth as the pleasure burst open in long waves which flooded through his system.

	It was like his wet dreams dialled up to eleven. He never realised that sinning could feel this good as Sheila's heartbeat coursed through his abdomen, clear as day from the veins in her engorged penis.

	Sheila could feel it, could feel his body reacting, and laid a long, sloppy wet kiss on his cheek as James began to dribble from the corners of his mouth, whimpering and subsumed in his Aunt's clutches.

	Then she began to move, her hips sliding backwards, lining him up. James groaned as the shaft slid to halfway outside, then back in, hilting herself, pubes tickling his butt as their bodies welded together. It became a steady pump, Sheila a steam-engine propelling her piston steadily into her young ward, then out again, then back in. On the outside it might have seemed almost peaceful as James remained frozen in place, but underneath his fluttering eyelids, a hurricane was wiping out his insides.

	'Think of God! You should resist the sinful thoughts!' said a voice in James' head, before the voice drowned in a tide of pleasure, his brain sinking into the swamp as Sheila throbbed inside him again.

	"HUHHHHNNN!" huffed the boy as his anus was stretched wide by the tightly packed meat sawing in and out of it. He couldn't have been more deeply fucked if she had been a horse, and Sheila was a brutal lover giving him no time to recover from each thrust before sliding back in again.

	Then the metal ball on her tip hit something and James' back arched like the golden gate bridge as pleasure spiked in his system.

	"oohOOOOOHHHHHH!"

	"Right there!" growled Sheila, enjoying the delight crossing James' features as she hit his prostate, "That's where you become a man."

	"Uhhhhnnnrrrrreallllllyyyyy?... he moaned, butt cheeks clamped down on her tool as his knees trembled.

	"Yeah, if you ride it you'll be a fuckin' beast... the ladies all know it... Don't you wanna be a real man?" she said gruffly, plunging a few mean strokes into his ass, making sure to strike that same spot with each insertion.

	"UH UH UHNNNNYEAAHHH, yeaaah I want it, g-give it to me...

	"Good," she said, and she pulled him up, coming onto her back so he was still attached, but sitting reverse cowgirl on top of her, the duvet discarded.

	This was a new situation, with no pretences as to what they were about to do. James looked down at his raging penis which was spouting a serious cum leak, white trails streaking down the sides, leaking onto his balls and further down onto huge testicles that completely outsized his own. His mouth dropped open as he looked at the lurid, blasphemous sight, with Sheila's broad muscled legs splayed out in a Y in front of him. He could see her toes flexing with each throb inside his belly, and gasped as she pumped her hips a little.

	"Fuckin ride it, like a good boy," she growled.

	He took a deep breath, trying not to look back in case he really took full stock of the situation, and pulled himself up a little, before sitting back down.

	The earth moved.

	When he had recovered and remembered where he was, his whole body was shaking and he was finding it difficult to see properly.

	"What...

	"That's it, you're a fuckin' natural!" she crowed, and a calloused hand came down sharply across one of his tender cheeks.

	James squealed like a wounded animal, and when he tried to sit up Sheila grabbed his waist and pulled him right back down again, and he moaned because his prostate was attacked again and there was nothing he could do to prevent another wave of ecstasy emanating from that point throughout his torso.

	"Your turn bitch, ride it!" said Sheila, grabbing both his cheeks and kneading them violently, to the point where James was sobbing as she dug her fingers into them, slapped them, stroked them. The caressing was the worst, because she seemed to have a talent for making him feel despoiled, his weaknesses exposed, darkest secrets brought into the sunlight as her fingers fiddled with the ring of his anus.

	"OHHHHH, SH... A-Auntie... I don't think we should... sh-should do this...

	Sheila bucked her hips and his eyes rolled up into his head again.

	"Who gives a fuck what you want," she snarled, "Now FUCKIN' RIDE IT, BITCH!"

	She gave another meaty spank on his ass, and James squealed and began to gyrate on his Auntie's lap like an A-grade stripper, sodomising himself to the soundtrack of his Aunt grunting with pleasure.

	There was nowhere to hide from the orgasms now rippling up his spine, and when James' cheeks began clapping against Sheila's lap, a moan emanated from both figures, Sheila twisting her hips gently to get new, exciting angles inside James, and James simply hilting himself on his increasingly enjoyable new toy.

	"Ohhhhh Auntie Sheila... C-Can feel... F-feel something... he cooed, placing his hands carefully on her thighs and bending forwards to bounce himself a little more firmly onto her schlong.

	He was finding the place that Sheila had showed him, where the cock piercing was hitting his nice place and ripping sheer delight through him, and when he sat down to savagely grinding against it, he nearly passed out from pleasure. Sweat, oil and lube were running down his body as he began to shriek, and Sheila watched in awe as her Nephew gave into the most divine experience of his entire life, an out-of-body orgasm that drowned his system in a wave of powerful hormones.

	"JEESSSUUUSS OH LORD, OH LORD, OHHHHH!"

	His head lolled back to look at his Auntie who was giving him his new object of worship, and Sheila felt his entrance flex so tight around her that she almost came right there watching his cum-face; his nose scrunching as he went cross-eyed, a tight whine emanating from pursed lips.

	"Fuckin' slut," she gasped, as he bounced his two space raiders, up and down, up and down, a rhythm of pleasure as he debased himself with youthful vigour.

	When the explosive high dissappated somewhat James was sweating profusely, chest heaving, sat on his Auntie's lap with that prince albert still flicking at his special place, lost in his own desecrated version of heaven.

	"You like that?"

	"Ummm... maybe," he whispered, all the while gently riding on her giant horse-cock.

	"Just a little?" she sneered, popping her hips which made him scream.

	"AAAAIIIIIIiiiiiiii!... Y-yeeah, yeah I like it, I like it," he moaned, as Sheila laughed and smacked his ass a few more times.

	"That's what I fuckin' thought," she said.

	James was then pulled unceremoniously off of his big, hard seat and flung onto his back.

	"Wha... ?"

	Sheila bulldozed him down into the mattress so that his legs were forced round her waist, face to face as she aligned their lower ends. Her expression was one of aggression and starvation, and James began to cry as she glared into his teary eyes, forcing her forehead against his, pressing it into the bed.

	"You gonna be a good boy?"

	"YEAH, YEAH I'M GONNA BE A GOOD B-B-BOYYYY!" he whispered, crying as she pressed harder against his forehead, refusing to let him break eye contact.

	"Then keep lookin' at me as we make you a man," she breathed, and James obediently locked his eyes with the predator harnessing each one of his senses.

	She was going to make him feel this.

	When the cock head pressed up against his entrance again, James' mouth opened into a wide 'O'.

	"Enjoy this, bitch."

	It was slow, torturously slow. James' eyes leaked like faucets, but he didn't look away as she began to split him in two, her python stealing his insides as she closed the distance between their hips.

	"Sheeillaaa... !" he groaned, as her hands clutched his shoulders whilst packing her thick, wet meat into his special place. "Sh... eil...

	"Yes Nephew?" she breathed, tongue slithering from her mouth, taunting him.

	"UHNNnnn!"

	It was almost impossible to speak whilst his body was being penetrated to such an extent, and James' hands began trembling so hard as they clung to his Aunt's back that he could barely keep hold of her oiled traps as they flexed, his nipples aching from the pressure of her tits on top of them.

	"That's it," she grunted, fuckin' take it."

	Sheila enclosed him like vine leaves over a sapling, subsuming him beneath her limbs as she connected their bodies together.

	When she finally hilted, her giant bollocks were snug against his ass-cheeks and Sheila enjoyed James' eyes bulging, mouth hanging open, pupils dilated, his emotions whipping between terror, pleasure and pain like his brain was being microwaved before her eyes.

	She took the opportunity to slide her tongue across his nose, onto his cheek, licking at his tasty opening as James felt the giant bulk encircling him within her huge frame.

	Then she ploughed her cock forward, making him squeal as it slid effortlessly all the way to the hilt, and then the fucking began.

	James' defences were murdered as he was met with open hostility from Sheila's adrenaline-fueled body, steel cables combining to pound his butt cheeks so hard that the claps of his flesh-pillows were audible through the window and out onto the street as the bed springs began to squeal and snap under the hammering being dished out.

	Everything became ecstasy, pure bliss being pounded into him, all the tortured muscles and plundered insides being blown away by the pure-bred fucking that Sheila was meting out.

	James screamed as his Aunt broke him, nails digging into her back. Her immense weight was crushing, tits pressing him into the bed as her rear end jiggled with the intensity of their thrusting. For a few minutes the sounds of *THWAP*, "UHNN!" *THWAP* "UHNNNNN!" thrummed through the walls until some of the wooden slats holding up the mattress gave way, and the bed collapsed, James, Sheila and the mattress falling through it and onto the floor.

	After making sure that James wasn't hurt with a few brief checks of his side and head, she noticed that he looked so beautiful, dazed and innocent, that Sheila just had to bury her tongue in his mouth, salivating all over his face as she grunted into him. Her hips resumed pounding as she did so, and James' eyes rolled up into his head, drool running down the sides of his mouth as his prostate melted under the furious assault of his Auntie, a worrying smile beginning to present itself on his face as she bred him, broke him with every last inch of cock love she could muster.

	Sheila revelled in the young man's body, twisting his nature, savaging the innocence from his rectum as she felt his legs cling to her for safety, only to receive more deep, harrowing hip-thrusts directly into his asshole. Their sodomy was a tortured cocktail of grunts and mewls, the heavy slaps of Sheila's hips on James' ass so weighty that it was as if a meat tenderising factory had opened up in the sleepy suburban neighbourhood and was doing good business as the figure on top snapped violently back into her lover's anus with the meanest of intentions.

	If anyone had walked in it would have taken them a moment to work out what she was doing to the figure underneath her, such was the violence with which she was delivering it, until orgasmic screams began to issue from somewhere deep in the mattress.

	"Uu-uhn-nn- uhn, Aun-N-UHN-N-TIIEE- UHN -OH LOOOOORD!"

	"Yeah, you FUCKIN' BITCH, CUM FOR ME!"

	"Yeah, yeah," James' sobbed as she debased him, and fireworks exploded within him, his insides like lightning as he clawed at his new lover's back, begging for more in her ear because he didn't want her to stop, jiggling his buttcheeks to try and receive more of her mega-cock inside him.

	"SHEILA, SHEILA SH-UHN! UHN! UHN! UHN!"

	He called her name as sparks flew across his vision, then a series of deep thrusts ended him, and he lay, open mouthed and drooling, a breathing sex-doll as Sheila pounded the figure beneath her into a cum fountain, white liquid spurting into the gap between their bodies, some landing on the bottom of Sheila's tits, most of it squirting onto her abs and James' own belly as he released his cream.

	"NNNYeeeeah, Uhnnnnyyyeah...

	Sheila watched James' sexy little cum face reveal itself again and it was too much as her balls tightened fiercely.

	"UGH, Gonna... cum in you... , take this nut you God-loving cunt," she wheezed, as her whole body cramped up like she was having a fit.

	"God... OH FUCKIN... GUUHHHHH!"

	An explosion the likes of which she had never experienced ripped through her, and ten tons of bull jizz ripped through the shaft of her penis, coating James' insides in her thick cream.

	Both participants could only hang on as the best orgasm of Sheila's life claimed her, and she bellowed like a rhino as what used to be James registered some sort of volcano going off inside his abdomen.

	Then the tsunami enveloped his insides, and within seconds cum was coming out of his asshole, the pressure so high that it was like a firehose had been shoved up his ass. Sheila unsheathed with a sharp pull back of her hips and raged, holding James by the throat as she covered his whole body in spunk, the stench of her ball-cream filling the room and infusing itself in the walls as she hosed her toy down.

	James took it, as he was willing to take anything Sheila threw at him since she had found his special place, and he let her suffocate him as she turned her spout to his face, the prince albert making her cum spurts far less accurate resulting in his entire headboard, wall and face being cleansed in white.

	"Fuckin shit, fuckin shit," Sheila chuntered as her body emptied, turning her cock like a watergun to every last inch of James not already submerged.

	It took a good minute before her balls released her, allowing Sheila to collapse on top of James in the squelchy, broken cum-pit that had previously been the boy's bedroom.

	That was how they remained for a while as the sun set, and James breathed onto his Auntie's tits as she bore down on him.

	Sheila's mind briefly flitted on the fact that there was just too much to touch, too much perfection to enjoy in one sitting.

	When, eventually, she pushed herself up a little, allowing James to gasp in a breath now that he was no longer supporting his Auntie's weight, she was looking down at the sticky snowman gazing back at her with something dangerously approaching affection.

	"S-so... I'm a man now?" he asked, dazed, trying to sit up as splooge gushing from his anus. His muscles ached like he'd just run a hundred marathons.

	"Oh... Oh fuck no... we've gotta do this a fuckin' hundred times over... hell it could take all year,' she grunted, unable to resist licking all the way up his belly as he tried to pull himself from the wreckage of his bed, making him whine.

	"OHHhh, o-okay... he breathed, still unable to get up and simply slumping back on the mattress, legs spasming as his Aunt kneeded his butt-cheeks.

	"Oh Fuckin God," moaned Sheila as she tortured his ass with her nails, raking them and crushing the soft tissue in her fists, making James whimper like a whore as she fiddled with the separation between his thighs and ass. It was as if she had a special talent to touch him in the most perverse and invasive way possible, leaving no part of him clean from her filthy, grasping fingers.

	"Ohhhhhhhh, Auntie," he moaned.

	"Yes Nephew," she breathed, nipping at his ear.

	"I'm tired."

	"Me too... We came her to sleep, so fuckin' sleep," she growled, falling to his side and hugging him tight.

	The two figures soon passed out, James submerged and ensconced in Sheila, her hot cum gluing him to her as they feel into the deepest of sleeps.

---------

	"Oh hi Mrs Bennet, what's up, how's the honeymoon?"

	*Fine May, thank you... I hope your open days went well... *

	"Yeah, not bad thanks!"

	The voice on the other end of the mobile sounded strained.

	*Look I know it's not... I just worry... Would you be able to check on James, I've not heard anything from Shnoog... from him for three days, and he is not answering the phone.*

	"Sure thing!"

	*Thank you,* said the voice, sounding relieved, and May wedged the phone in her neck as she grabbed her shoes.

	'What kind of Mom can't leave her adult kid alone for even a week?' she thought.

	Mrs Bennet's relationship with her son was a messed up one, but hey, she wasn't going to complain considering how well they paid her.

	She jogged between the houses, huffing as the sun tried it's best to burn her skin before she got to the front door.

	"No sign of them... want me to go in?"

	*Yes, yes please.*

	The voice was getting more and more fervent, and May had the strange feeling that Mrs Bennet wanted to reach through the phone and grab the door handle herself.

	She opened it with a spare key and crept inside.

	"James?" she said cautiously.

	Nothing.

	*Check his room!* uttered Mrs Bennet, and May obediently trudged up the stairs and opened the door... and a wall of tangy odours hit her as she recoiled, coughing at what was undoubtedly the hard stench of semen filling her nostrils.

	"What the... she spluttered, peering inside.

	What presented itself was a warzone. James' bed lay broken, the frame caved in and discarded in the corner. The mattress had been removed and placed in the centre of the room where two shiny figures were curled up on top of it, or rather one figure was curled around the other, raising her head at the intruder. May held her nose as she tried to understand why most of the room was white, and then blanched when she realised it was because of the smell trying to worm it's way past her defences, and her eyes watered.

	*WHAT IS IT MAY* hissed Mrs Bennet's voice.

	"It's...

	May was almost gagging, and she looked down at the second figure who was also waking up, eyes widening as he realised there was another person in the room with them.

	"... erm...

	James' face was one of humiliation and fear, and May saw the large arm resting around him, his hands clinging to it protectively.

	*MAY, WHERE IS HE?!* shrieked Mrs Bennet.

	"He's... he's here," said May carefully, eyes switching to the huge, terrifying figure who hadn't moved, but was now regarding her like a wolf, daring her to come closer.

	"Jesus," she breathed, taking in the ridiculous appendage being pressed into James' naked ass. She almost vomited seeing that James was equally hard, although nowhere near as big. She wanted to look away but seemed unable to tear her gaze from the shocking scene.

	*MAY, TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHAT'S GOING ON!*

	"H-He's... fine," she stuttered.

	The figures entwined on the floor didn't move, both equally wary.

	As much as what they were doing disgusted her, May reckoned that James had discovered something about himself, and that was more than his Mother was doing for him in her opinion. If he had to do some fucked up shit to find himself, well he could get on with it.

	*He is? And where is Sheila... I swear if she's touched a hair on his head... *

	"She's... she's here," said May, "... They are... They're exercising."

	A pause.

	*Exercising?... Not hurting him is she? I can come back at once!*

	James looked at the phone and May saw the panic in his face.

	"No, no... he is fine...

	*Well... I want to speak with him!*

	"Suuuuure," she said, reaching forward and proffering the phone to James, stretching her arm so she could stay as far as possible from their naked bodies. Her skin crawled as she saw his arm was oiled up and shining.

	*Shnoogums?*

	"H... hey Mother," said James, pressing the phone to his ear and May noticed his voice sounded worn, like he had been doing a lot of screaming in the past few days.

	*Are you alright?... do you need me to come back?*

	"No, NO!... I'm fine... we're... we're exercising," he said, with a weak smile behind him to Auntie Sheila, who gave him a deep bite in his neck, making him tremble.

	*Right... well... Okay then... But ANSWER ME when I call you!* she urged, and James mumbled a weak reply before the call clicked off.

	"Th... thanks," he whispered to May, who looked like she was being forced to converse with a sewer rat.

	"I'll have my phone back now," she muttered, holding her nose and looking in the opposite direction, arm outstretched.

	"Oh... y-yeah," he said weakly, placing the phone in her hand.

	"Ew... that is fucking gross," muttered May as she looked down at the phone in her hand which now had a few white globs on it.

	Holding her phone in front of her like it was radioactive waste, she walked out, slamming the door behind her.

	"Well... look who found their fuckin' voice," chuckled Sheila, and James turned back to her.

	"Urm... Yeah...

	"Come here," she said, and James pressed himself back into her as Sheila wrapped his arms and legs tight.

	"I... Is it gonna take long to become a man?"

	Sheila grunted.

	"Hm... Could take fuckin' years, now open that whore mouth."

	"Right... okay," he whispered.

	'I guess masculinity has a price,' he thought as Sheila's cock wedged itself back between his cheeks, and she swept him up in a world-ending kiss.

	
- Part 2 - Muscled Futa Auntie wants to widen his sweet asshole

	The small, prone figure blearily opened his eyes.

	Even that trifling movement seemed to take a mountain of effort.

	Aching arms, and buttocks... Legs...

	'Goodness... '

	His buttocks in particular felt like they had been put through a meat tenderiser... But then, to all intents and purposes, they had. The bludgeon lay between his cheeks still, snug against his internal organs, the experience similar to having a tree lodged up his anus. The point nudged somewhere near his sternum.

	"Uhn...

	He looked around blearily at the same scenery he had experienced for the past few days: Him and his Auntie Sheila, butt-naked, in a room basted from ceiling to floor in his Auntie Sheila's cum (with a healthy dose of his own mixed in.) It smelt like the pungent odours of cock-swinging Neanderthals had been locked in a room with no air conditioning, the blistering summer transforming his bedroom into a hotbox of utter filth.

	His nostrils fluttered and he almost passed out, the air he breathed now simply a sweat-semen soup, so humid it almost felt like being an inhabitant in his Auntie's balls.

	His stomach rumbled.

	They had barely left his room for anything other than to eat and relieve themselves, and it turned out that being 'entered' a lot really worked up his appetite!

	His Auntie's humungous snoring bellowed beside him, a huge arm wrapped around his waist, possessing steel cables which for now lay dormant, keeping him tight to her chest in a spooning position, still crusted with sweat from last night.

	Of course, she'd been the one who had done most of the work. James marvelled at how she just seemed to keep going, never holding back, never slowing down...

	The young figure took in his slumbering mentor.

	Her bulk had the same presence as a sleeping rhinoceros, an immovable, potentially violent being, one that probably should not wake up next to small, soft humans. Thick lashes fluttered, the attractiveness of her sharp cheeks and juicy lips contrasting with the squareness of her jaw, the bullring hanging from her thick nose, which looked like it might have been broken a few years back.

	He tried to move and shivered. His anus felt like it was gripping Sheila's dick with the force of a Chinese finger-trap.

	"Ooof... Ohhh...

	James' face flickered to one of confusion, then humiliation, as that huge thing shifted his insides, and his butthole automatically tensed and untensed.

	"Uhh... !"

	'It's okay... it's just my Auntie's penis inside me... '

	He whined as it throbbed in response.

	"Ooohhhhh...

	'Still... still inside me... so big... '

	His rim felt miniscule around the gigantic cock plugging it, and when Sheila moved, snuffling in her sleep, the thing pulsing steadily within him once more, making sensations ripple up his spine.

	"Huh!"

	It stimulated all the way up his abdomen to the point his legs began to shake.

	'Oh that's... Mm... I... should get out of this... '

	Breathing heavily he managed to slip the arm off, sweat dappling his brow as he poked his tongue into his cheek, working himself to un-impale his aching anus. Importantly, he tried his best to ignore the hearty erection he was sporting which continued to leak pathetically onto the sodden carpet once more.

	'Okay... come on James... this is what all that exercising was for... you can do it!... '

	He began to pull his baby-making hips off of Auntie Sheila's lap, using her abdominals for leverage. Each brick-like slab felt like it's own separate island in a sea of muscles, although now they were sticky and covered in old sweat and love-paste.

	"Uuhhnn...

	The sound of a swamp being disturbed rippled from the base of the cock where his anus remained fused, and then, slowly, his rim slid upwards.

	"UHn-!"

	The giant dick had come unstuck from the cloying heat of his butthole only after a heap of pressure and James using every ounce of his pathetic strength to pull three inches from her hips.

	"HHuhh!"

	As space opened up, cum began to leak profusely from his orifice, still jam packed with her cock.

	'Goodness!'

	How big were her loads this time?

	They had all felt endless, and after the week they had together his insides probably resembled sperm soup.

	He paused.

	A part of him suggested he might enjoy pushing back down again.

	'No! I'm a good boy! God wouldn't want me to... '

	Another part of him wondered whether having sex before marriage was something a good boy would do.

	'It's not... not the same... '

	He reasoned after a few moments that him and Sheila doing it in the first place wasn't a sin, because they were related.

	'Yes!... yes I'm sure God would understand... '

	The incredible feelings transmitting up his anus, however...

	"Hnn... !"

	'I shouldn't be... Enjoying... so much... '

	Long, luscious lashes fluttered as James 'thought' about his predicament, idly flicking a finger to his nipples.

	After taking a long time to think it though, during which he 'accidentally' tightened his asshole so hard on the girthy python inside it that Sheila grunted in her sleep, a little more pre joining the soup sitting in his belly, he finally decided to pull himself clear.

	"Hnnn...

	'Goodness... it's... so... big!... '

	*Schhlliiiick*

	Four inches... Seven inches... ten inches...

	He shivered, eyes watering as he squeezed up over veins and tendons, his bottom clinging to it's invader for the entire length.

	Finally he reached the head, thirteen of the fourteen inches extracted, and with a mighty heave during which his body spasmed, his anal rim dragged over the lip of her helmet.

	"NNhhuhH!"

	As soon as the bulbous mushroom slid free of his rim James felt a torrent of cum explode from him like a grenade full of semen had been shoved up his ass.

	*SHHPLUURRRT*

	"Uhn!"

	It spurted into the gap between them, covering the floor and the back of his legs, as well as Auntie Sheila's hips.

	'I think... did she say she wanted me... to keep it in?... yes, I think so!... '

	He cinched his butthole to staunch the flow, and felt the huge body of cum sloshing against his insides, the geyser softening to a dribble which wormed it's way out regardless of how tightly his puckered rim got.

	*splurrg... *

	"Mmph...

	His insides sloshed with waves of cum, making him shiver as he crawled clear of the huge frame of his aunt.

	He glanced back.

	The young figure fell still. Somehow all of her seemed to draw the eye.

	He stared at her bleach blond buzz cut hair, which she had let him touch (whilst riding her lap of course), the nipples with small iron bars penetrating them which he had suckled attached to giant tits that he had squeezed so much... and of course the gigantic horse-shaft which angled lazily towards the floor which she had forced him to cling to almost every second they had been together, the entire shaft covered in white cream.

	That particular bit he stared at for a long time, and his mouth opened slightly, allowing drool to collect at the edges of his mouth.

	'Hmm... I can't wait to find out how all of this is making me manlier!... '

	He wasn't sure what the process was, but his Auntie had explained he was doing great, and told him to shut up. After staring for a good few minutes, observing the way the metal ball at the end jutted angrily from her dick-slit, he decided he should do something to make his Auntie happy.

	James got up.

	Or rather, didn't.

	"Oof!"

	He fell back to the floor.

	'Come on... you can do this... '

	It took him a long time to make his way to standing, although he wasn't surprised to find his legs weren't working properly.

	'Auntie really worked me hard... '

	It had been like this the whole week, and they seemed to refuse to walk in a straight line as he weaved his way to the door of his bedroom, grabbing the door handle to support his weight. His limbs gave way regardless, wincing as he fell to the floor with a *SPLAT*, covered in splooge.

	'Did it wake her up?'

	He cast his pretty eyes back over the hulking form of his Aunt, slumbering like a dinosaur but snoring like something much larger, huge rumbles that seemed to conduct through the floor and walls.

	Clearly not.

	Her tree-trunk thighs looked constantly tensed, even though she was in dreamland.

	"Fughin... sluh...

	His eyes locked onto the big drip of pre falling out of the tip of her weapon, falling onto the crusty mattress to join a large wet patch where a previous load had fallen over the course of their multiple deliveries. It was beginning to form a low hill of thick semen.

	Saliva entered his mouth.

	That plus a small murmur from her lips brought James right back to their animalistic union. Or unions. Actually... he wasn't sure how many times Sheila had released those huge white rivers into his butthole... or what day it was?

	He knew his Mother and Father would be home at the end of the week... Was that today? Tomorrow?...

	Regardless, he almost felt excited.

	'They'll get to see me as a new, manlier me!'

	The energy built in his chest. He wondered if they'd see the change... he felt... well, a little more confident for sure. If this was what it took to become manly, it was no surprise he'd struggled for so long! He imagined walking next door to May and puffing his chest out, her being so impressed with his gait and smile... maybe kissing her on the lips if he was feeling brave.

	'That would be amazing!'

	It made him happy, as he tried to pull himself up onto shaking legs, and failed.

	'Oof... this is really tough... '

	Auntie Sheila was something alien, a force of will and nature, and she'd released into him so many times they probably could have decorated the entire house in her output. Luckily, they'd kept it to his bedroom, which to an outsider would have looked like some sort of nightmarish swamp-cave, stains a metre or more wide solidifying on the white walls, giving them an off-white/grey tinge with a papier-mch texture.

	He looked around at what remained of his bedroom.

	They had destroyed the bed, Sheila putting James through it whilst fucking him, and upon flinging the mattress into the centre, had proceeded to pound him on it for days, stopping only for food, sleep, or toilet breaks.

	A hand lazily rubbed across his nipples, the other wandering close to his crotch, which somehow was hardening again, even though his meagres balls were aching from so much manly training.

	His ecstatic screams, the constant thumping and Sheila's roaring would surely have been noticed by the neighbours... but James hoped they would understand.

	They surely went through the same thing right?

	Shaking fingers rubbed glutes which were sore beyond belief, partially from being told to bounce higher, jiggle harder, or 'push back on it like a real man,' but also from the sheer wearing down of his cheeks from Sheila's hips slamming into him continuously.

	'I need to feed my Auntie... she must be so worn out... Real men provide for their family,' he thought weakly, managing to crawl to the staircase whilst his butthole sputtered, a gloopy trail of jizz leaking onto the carpet, making his way on aching elbows to the top of the stairs.

	'Wow, I'm tired... maybe I should just shut my eyes for a second... '

	He almost did, but the sound of a huge, bellowed snore roused him.

	'NO, I'm a man... Get your Auntie some food... '

	*PPPFFFTTT*

	He winced as a sloppy fart signalled his rim had allowed a pint of bull cream to find it's way out again, her nut warm as it oozed onto the backs of his thighs.

	'Oh Lord forgive my sins... How many times is that going to happen?... '

	He waited for the expungement to cease, trying to keep what he could in before continuing to crawl, placing a hand on the back of his leg and regretting it, as it felt like grabbing a cake with warm icing, his hand wet.

	'I... should clean myself up a little... '

	Mother had left them quite amply supplied with meals for every single day, fridge and freezer meals that they could microwave without having to use the oven, and after crawling painfully down the stairs at a snail's pace, he reached the kitchen and managed to assemble some sort of lower limb functionality once more, pulling himself to the counter and withdrawing two bowls of meatloaf from the fridge after washing his hands as thoroughly as possible.

	A few minutes later, he staggered back to the room with two bowls of piping hot meatloaf, thankful that he could fall to his ass, which made a gentle 'splughh' noise as air, cum and embarrassment exited upon falling on the carpet.

	He winced, as the usually cushioned impact was made much rawer and sharper by the huge red welts where Sheila had been spanking him furiously.

	"Sh-... Sheila?"

	A huge grumbling groan took place... and the snoring continued.

	"Aunt Sheila?" he said, louder.

	Something caught in the back of her throat and the figure grunted, eyes opening slowly.

	She'd been having a dream about fucking her sister's son. It had been amazing.

	Her eyes snapped to James, smiling hopefully, a bowl in his hand, naked and steadily leaking cum onto the carpet beneath him, arm trembling with the mere weight of a piece of meatloaf.

	An evil grin so large it could have crossed time zones spread across Auntie Sheila's face.

	"Good boy... You really are growing into a big strong man aint'cha?"

	A responsive smile hit his face, saucer eyes wide with adoration as she gathered herself up, now wide awake due to her muse being here.

	She grabbed the proffered bowl and began to wolf it down.

	Fucking this bitch really took it out of her.

	James watched, carefully placing bite-sized portions between his lips as Sheila put the bowl to her face, shovelling the contents into her stomach. He had barely gotten five bites when she sat back, letting out a huge belch that was so deep the rumble shook the windows.

	The sixth spoonful was mid-flight to his mouth when Sheila slapped the bowl out of his hands.

	"Eat off the floor."

	He stared down wistfully at the smoking pile of meatloaf which had landed in the centre of a huge cum-puddle.

	"M... maybe I should get a new bowl...

	Sheila grabbed his neck so hard it made him freeze, shivering as she came right up to him.

	"You'll do what you're told."

	He wheezed out a murmur of apology, before his face was shoved down into the pool of cum and oats.

	"SPlffghlluffff!"

	"Eat it," she growled, pressing his open mouth into the puddle of filth before pulling back, watching eagerly.

	"GHhgllgh...

	He spluttered in the soggy mixture, before pulling back and scooping a small portion of meatloaf with his hands.

	"USE YER MOUTH, WHAT ARE YA, A GIRL?!"

	"N... no!"

	He dropped the meatloaf, puffing his chest, lip wobbling as he began to bend over and lick and suck, his huge, moon-like derriere waving in the air from side to side, right in front of his Auntie's face as he ploughed through the cum ocean on the floor, retrieving pieces of sopping-wet meatloaf.

	She growled her approval, and put hub-cap hands on each cheek, squeezing them, moving them side to side. The dark, bronze skin-tone had lightened slightly due to how little time they had spent outside, but it still contrasted beautifully to the milk-white smoothness of her Nephew's skin.

	"There's my little faggo-... little man...

	"MMPhhh... mphfauntie... He moaned through a mouthful of sperm flavoured meatloaf, as she began to clap his cheeks together, gazing straight down his anus and into his cum-glazed asshole, as if trying to discover the secrets of existence through the widened, quivering flower.

	"Ey, you know the rules, I get to touch what I want, yeah?"

	"Mmmmphhh... mmghyehhh...

	*Clap-clap-CLAP*

	"Such a dirty lil' slut...

	He ignored the degrading words, whimpering as his cheeks were slapped heavily together, the sound bouncing off the walls in a dirty wet fish-slapping chorus, crescendoing to it's final coda as Sheila became more vigorous, her nails digging in, the aching buns making him tremble each time she smacked them. A hand slithered underneath to squeeze his cock and balls which had been emptied multiple times (mostly into the cum lakes that Sheila had created, an almost irrelevant drop in the ocean of his Auntie's effluence.)

	He mewled as she squeezed, cupping his entire package effortlessly in one palm, brutally stimulating him with sudden jerks or touches of his tip which automatically made him raise his hips higher.

	All the while he continued to try and pull as much cum-drenched meatloaf into his mouth as he could. Hard to do when your bull aunt is relentlessly playing with your undercarriage.

	"Mmglhuh... mmphh...

	He pursed his lips around one particularly large piece which looked like it had been soaked in glue, and hoovered it into his mouth.

	The brutal stench of cum invaded his sinuses, eyes watering in response. The meatloaf barely registered as anything other than a texture, it's flavours overpowered completely by the musk of his Aunt.

	He swallowed the tangy, bitter mixture, the saltiness almost pleasant if it weren't so strong.

	"Mmmhh...

	Sheila watched him snuffling his breakfast off the floor for a few moments, savouring her complete dominion over the boy arched before her, before hoisting her Nephew up until he was almost standing in a wide-legged triangle pose, a perverse downward-dog yoga position with his knees turned inwards, still obediently slathering up the meatloaf covered in Auntie's seed from his bedroom floor like a slutty hoover.

	As he was aggressively suckling up a still-warm bit of meatloaf soaked in ball-juice like bread covered in olive oil, he felt something wet and wriggly slide between his butt-cheeks, and snapped his head back to see his Auntie's eyebrows scrunched up in concentration, her nose and mouth deep between his cheeks having dived face first between them like a drug lord into a mountain of coke, snorting as she French kissed his anus so deeply that James' facial muscles were suddenly jerking and spasming of their own accord.

	"Gnyuh... UHn... OOOhhhh... !"

	"Mmmmhhhh...

	Her grunting was odious and loud. Hands squeezed his cheeks so she was the filling in an ass-cheek sandwich, her tongue riding deep into his crack on a journey to the centre of his universe, the bull ring in her nose shoved against the top of his crack. The touch of cold metal in such a sensitive place made him shiver, but what was happening beneath that caused tectonic shifts in his weak frame - the tongue expanded, plugging his hole completely before she fired in ten sucking, vacuuming kisses that changed the air pressure in his asshole, causing all kinds of delirious pleasure to go up through his insides.

	"OOooh hhHUUUAUUNNTTIIIEEEEUUHHH-!"

	Auntie Sheila didn't let up, eyeballs bulging, speed of the tongue-fucking increasing, crushing her own head between his cheeks which, if they could have spoken, would probably have been whining to be released, even though his butthole would probably have begged for more.

	"UHUHGUHHUHU-"

	"MMMPHHHMGGGHHH!"

	A deep, muffled roar into his anus made the few hairs on James' body stand on end, and he looked underneath him just in time to see her prince albert waving in front of his upside-down face and a heavy spurt of bull-cum coming in a tidal wave from it, connecting with his face with such force that it was almost like getting slapped by a physical object, his head forced back with a wet "Pflugh-!"

	Her tongue rocketed around his anus ferociously, bellowing like a wounded rhino as she spanked both his cheeks like she was trying to detach them from his body, James squealing as cum covered his stomach and upper body, his own manhood eagerly trying to coax itself to a climax in Sheila's palm.

	The spurts took minutes to slow, the flood now adding a new pool of hot cum beneath them that soaked floor, the mattress discarded since it had become too unstable and wet to use.

	Then Sheila's tongue retracted, lips tightening around James' puckered entrance and sucking in, creating a brutal vacuum like she was trying to suck any remaining cum out of his ass.

	James went cross-eyed and squealed as her tongue slammed back in again, fucking so fast it was like a machine, and it was combined with his package being squeezed ferociously.

	It was all too much.

	The young, wimpy figure raised his cum-sodden face to the sky and squealed as he launched lines of gentle white into the hand enclosing his genitals, grimacing as pleasure rifled through his insides and up into the centre of his brain.

	He basked in it for a moment, as did Sheila, enjoying the perfection of it all.

	Then the two fell still, James breathing heavily, cute little doggy breaths that had Sheila grinning evilly as she exited his sopping-wet hole, her face covered in her own saliva and cum.

	"Mmmm...

	She released his cute boner and put the collected cum on her hand to her lips like a delicacy.

	James heard slurping behind him and turned just in time to see Sheila licking her palm.

	He made to speak but his own body interrupted him, letting out a long burp.

	"GUUURRRRGGGG... D-Did... Hurgh...

	A cum bubble came out of his mouth, his face flushing red as it popped.

	"Puh... d... did I do a good job? Am I a... oh... a man now... ?"

	She nodded.

	"You did a fuckin' great job... You'll be the strongest man anyone's ever known. Ya'll be like... like that fitness guy... the actor...

	James let out a whimper of delight.

	"Like... like Terrance Ryder?!?"

	"Yeah... yeah sure, whatever. That guy."

	"Ohhh!"

	James pushed himself up on shaky legs, and attempted to do a limping, pathetic lap of the room, his cheeks clapping behind him.

	"Oh that's... wonderful... !"

	Sheila had to stifle a cruel laugh, her aching, empty balls desperate to pump yet more seed between the humungous cheeks swinging side to side in front of her as James barely made a full circuit before crumpling to his knees, unable to support himself for more than a few moments.

	"Ey... keep runnin' for me boy, it's good for ya."

	"Oh th-thanks Auntie... usually my Father doesn't let me b-but I... I don't think I can keep going...

	"Ah he's just intimidated by ya... And alright then, seeing as yer tired, let's go down n' watch some TV."

	"Oh, really? Y-you think he's intimidated?"

	"Sure."

	"Oh!"

	'Maybe... maybe that might make sense... He is usually very stand-offish with me... '

	"Let's go."

	He fluttered his lashes, confused.

	"Oh, are we watching TV? But mother says that it can encourage sinful thoughts if-"

	Sheila's mood switched in an instant, and she sat up violently before he could finish his sentence.

	"EY am I your Mother?"

	She grabbed him by the neck, and he mewled as she spanked his bottom brutally hard, the globes rippling like the shockwaves after a nuclear bomb.

	*SCHWAP!*

	"UUHNN!"

	James shivered as she raised a threatening hand once more, before instead caressing his huge globes.

	Sheila was drooling as she kept her hand gripping the cheeks, squeezing and rubbing right up against James' sore, battered anus, making him murmur.

	"Uuuufuff...

	His eyes went slightly cross-eyed as she fiddled with his rim.

	"A-Aunttiieeee please stoooop-UUUUUhhhh!...

	She spanked him violently again, letting go of his neck so that he fell face first into the puddle of cum again, sobbing quietly as the lake engulfed his face again.

	"We do what I say, yeah?"

	"Yy-yeah," mewled James, shaking arms unable to press himself up from the carpet, instead having to get gingerly up via his knees instead.

	Sheila stood up, stretching, the brutish arms too big for her to truly stretch all the way back, neck cricking side to side as she burped with such volume that some birds close to the window flew away in fright.

	"HUUUUrrghhh... So Nephew, ya been enjoying our family time together?"

	James tried to stand and couldn't, falling to his knees, looking up at the figure towering above him.

	"I... Y-Yes... I guess...

	He winced as some cum splurged out of his anus at that moment, and looked back in time to see the small geyser land in a long trail behind him.

	"... Oh...

	Sheila cracked her knuckles slowly.

	"Talk and crawl."

	She shoved him with her foot towards the door, and James huffed as he began to crawl as fast as he could towards the stairs, assisted by the occasional large foot on his back shoving him in the right direction.

	"I do like spendin' time with ma Nephew...

	Thankfully she allowed him to descend the staircase alone, lingering behind him every step, sniggering every time he moaned because he was struggling to make it without sliding his bottom down the steps.

	"Y-yeah...

	"Ey... ya know seeing as you've been such a good strong man... I think it's time to give you a lil' present."

	His face lit up, splayed out in the hallway.

	"O-oh... r-r-really?"

	"Yeah... yeah it's for my strongest guy friends...

	"REALLY?!?!"

	He began to well up.

	"Ohhhh thank you thank you thank you Auntie, y-you're the best Auntie ever-!...

	She grabbed her gym bag and began to rustle through it.

	"Yeh... think I stashed it... ah fuckin' PERFECT!"

	James flinched at the bad word, but then recoiled at the sight of the black studded collar and dog-lead attached to it that Auntie Sheila had just pulled out, and was now waving in the air.

	"O... Oh!... that's... nice... um... w-w-what's that for?... Auntie...

	"Was m'cellmate's in prison."

	"Oh...

	"C'mon, let's try it out...

	"Um... a-alright...

	She stomped into the living room, and James crawled, painfully slowly, after her.

	It took him a minute to drag himself all the way to the sofa where she sat, wide legged, veiny obelisk pulsing in mid-air, her balls sweating onto the leather as he wondered how this was going to make him more manly. The way she sat, wide-legged to the point she almost took up two seats, made her seem larger than the Lincoln monument, although far more threatening, her thick, bruising lips pursed in satisfaction.

	She threw the collar on the floor in front of him, relaxing back, and it seemed to James like her body was covering as much of the upholstery as possible, her grimy essence infesting the cleanliness of his Mother's perfect house.

	He decided it would be best not to point it out in case it drew her ire.

	"Well, try it on!"

	He touched it tentatively.

	The collar seemed extremely durable, with fluffy insides to at least allow some comfort for the wearer. The lead seemed just as sturdy.

	"Um...

	Her face morphed.

	"We got a problem?"

	"N-N... N-noooo!" he squealed, taking the collar and, after a brief pause, put it around his neck.

	"Mnn...

	"Strap it."

	He strapped it on.

	"Tighter."

	He flinched at the gruffness in her voice, pulling it closer around his neck, before locking it. It made his neck feel warm, the soft padding strangely comforting, although having something around his throat felt rather threatening.

	"Lemme check."

	James crawled to her feet, and she tried to shove her fingers underneath the collar, only able to get a single finger inside which had him choking slightly.

	"GlhHH!"

	"Yep... perfect...

	James was allowed to fall back, large eyes watering as he landed on his butt-cheeks which made him hoot, scurrying to an all-fours position.

	She began to rummage through her gym bag again.

	"A-auntie Sh... Aunt... Shei?...

	He dreaded to think what she would pull out next... he needed to say something.

	"Au... Auntie... Sheila, I-I... don't... like it."

	Sheila paused.

	"Ey?"

	He paused, lip wobbling.

	"I... I don't... I mean I'm not sure...

	She snarled, waving his protests aside.

	"Ya don't know until you've got tried it out for a few hours...

	She proffered a huge hand, palm up.

	"Here, lemme walk you."

	His whole body quivered, warmth worming it's way down to his groin as he stared for a moment at the huge cock oozing a long trail of pre-cum down onto his Mother's pristine carpet.

	"Uh...

	"NOW!" she roared, spittle flying from her mouth.

	James squealed and rushed the end of the leash in shaking hands, thrusting it into her palm.

	Sheila quietened, drinking in her house-trained Nephew... and pulled.

	James was forced towards her on shaking legs.

	She sneered.

	"Good pup."

	James trembled.

	"Uh... I-is that...

	"Relax, I'm messin' with ya, little bitch."

	"O-oh!... Haha... yes... m-m-messing... Like... like friends?"

	He had been told that by people back at school... Maybe he just wasn't a natural at making friends, because it seemed like they always messed with him more than anyone else.

	"YEAH! Like friends... hey, let's give some good ol' fashioned nicknames...

	As she began to pull on his leash, making him whimper, alarm bells blared in James' head. He had never had any nickname that didn't involve pretty crude and nasty insults about his physical appearance.

	"You can be... 'lil' bitch'."

	James sagged, lips quivering, water filling his eyes.

	"B-b-... b-b... but... b-but...

	She ignored his protests, pulling harder, and he was guided, helplessly, towards her lap.

	"Ey... you don't like it, you can be 'lil slut' instead."

	"B-b... I'm... I'm a man...

	She grunted, rolling her eyes.

	"Oh yeah... you can be... big fuckin' slut."

	James guessed it was better than the others.

	"Oh-k... okay...

	"But you gotta earn it... for now, you'll be lil' fuckin slut."

	"O... Oka... Okay...

	"Shut the fuck up you lil' fuckin' slut!... Let's go for a walk."

	Guided by his neck, James whimpered as he crawled on all fours at his Auntie's side, towards the dining room, through to the garden.

	Light was pouring in under a baby-blue sky.

	He squeaked "Oh... w-we're not... g-going... outside?"

	She paused, and looking up past her swollen calves hewn from marble, her burning gaze seemed to be coming from another continent, her head almost at the ceiling.

	"If you want... we go out the front door instead."

	A trickle of water from his saucer-eyes trickled down his cheek.

	"OH... n-... b-back door is fine!... The-the garden is nice...

	They walked (and crawled) out into another day of sweltering summer heat, and James had to shield his eyes as Sheila snorted the fresh, warm summer air, head back, taking in the covered swimming pool and long, bright green garden that had been carefully maintained (by a gardener of course, his parents were busy with other tasks). Towards the back trees spread in a semi-circle, shielding a gate to the local natural reserve.

	The smells of cut grass and the subtle sweetness of red maple trees became apparent. James shivered, as he was worried he might meet bugs this close to the ground. Another reason not to go outside.

	"Mmmmh... Nice... almost as hot as the prison yard... more trees though."

	Sheila snickered at her own 'joke'.

	James said nothing as he was pulled further out, hands and knees becoming sore on the concrete patio.

	Sheila grabbed a low deck chair and led James via his leash to it.

	"Nice to get some fresh air eh?"

	"Y... yes...

	She eased her weight into the chair, which creaked in response to the sudden tonnage being placed upon it, the sound of wood being bent issuing with each limb of Sheila's that left the ground, until she was lying face up in the sun, naked, eyes closed.

	No motion was made as to whether he should get another deck chair, so he stayed there, his naked bottom pointing forlornly back at the house that sheltered him from the outside world.

	The sun on James' back felt hot, and he hoped he wouldn't burn. He had never spent much time outside, due to his milky complexion, hatred of sports and general shyness, but even more than the sun, or sports, what terrified him was what the neighbours might think if they saw him. His head jerked to the houses either side, darting to each window.

	'If they saw me like this... '

	He was already a freak to them. If any caught wind of him butt-naked outdoors... it would cement him to the local neighbourhood as the flagrant gay-boy that everybody believed him to be already.

	Then the thoughts left his head as he was pulled via his collar.

	"Ung-!"

	His hands moved obediently to help him slide onto the deck chair, led by his neck up until he was lying in a haphazard fashion across her body, his face right up against her breast, the metal nipple piercing digging into his cheek, tiny crotch pressed right up against her thigh, leg dangling off the side of the deck chair. Much of his bodyweight lay on her cock, which to James felt like a huge slab of meat, the heat emanating from it making the experience similar to lying on a hot concrete pillar.

	He steadied himself on her huge tits, and couldn't help a squeeze, making her ripple, the metal piercings digging into his palms.

	"Hn...

	"Good boy... yer getting real' good at bein' a manly slut."

	"Ohh... Great!"

	"Keep goin'...

	He began to knead.

---------

	May checked her notes and added the final touch to the paragraph.

	"Cite - reference... T-G. Earnshaw."

	She let out a breath and leant back from her computer.

	It had been tough... but she'd finally finished the last piece of coursework. At least... until she checked it tomorrow.

	She sighed, leaning back in her swivel chair and pushed away from the perfectly organised desk, clear but for her laptop, a notepad, and a small vanity mirror.

	At least the initial draft was done.

	Her gaze drifted out of the window as it often did after lengthy study sessions, over to the trees that formed the wonderful backdrop to their home.

	Hopefully a 4.5GPA was within reach... she'd be pretty disappointed with anything lower after doing so well in Math-.

	She blinked, something catching her eye in the neighbour's garden.

	It couldn't be.

	Her eyes snapped to something she couldn't quite understand on first viewing.

	"What...

	She stood up, leaning over the desk to get a better look.

	Her eyebrows rose up to the top of her head, and if possible would have detached entirely from her face if they could.

	"Are you fucking kidding me?"

	Down below, she watched in shock as James straddled his Auntie's right thigh, both naked as the day they were born, pawing at her ridiculous breasts as the woman stared at him, that same aggression in her gaze as before.

	May's nose shrivelled in disgust as the boy let out a small smile, sliding his hands up and down them.

	A hand came up and lightly slapped his ass, and May was thankful that her window was closed as he opened his mouth and let out what she didn't doubt would be a disgusting moan.

	"You sick little freak...

	James was really getting into it, and the woman was quite content to lean back and enjoy her front-massage.

	Then May noticed the gigantic penis that she had seen before, leaking onto the woman's front.

	A small bit of vomit came up from her throat, which she bitterly swallowed back down.

	"Fuck...

	James was really beginning to work it now, doing that same slutty stripper twerk that May had seen whilst babysitting, his cheeks probably clapping the same as they had when he had been cleaning the kitchen table.

	She sat back, hoping to high heaven that her parents didn't go out back for any particular reason for the rest of the day.

	Perhaps covering for James a few days ago hadn't been such a good idea after all...

	"Maybe you found yourself a little too well," she muttered, a sour taste in her mouth as she went to wash away her disgust with a glass of water.

	As she marched to the kitchen, a sudden thought hit her.

	His parents...

	They were coming back today.

	She thought about warning him.

	"Hm...

	A sip of water.

	On second thought... It was his life. His responsibility. And lord knows he needed to take some.

	She smirked.

	For someone so God-loving, he sure did love big fake titties.

	And humungous dicks.

	A shiver wound it's way up her spine, and she downed the glass in one.

---------

	Sheila sighed, James feeling it through her body as he continued to play with her nipples, his tongue in his cheek as he concentrated on bringing maximum stimulation to his Auntie before she began to join in the mutual appreciation, running her hands across his back.

	They were so big that he felt like he was being manhandled by a giant.

	She caressed different parts of him, pinched a few places of puppy fat before, inevitably, reaching his ass, a lone finger sliding straight to the button of his anus.

	"UHN!"

	He stopped pawing her breasts as the finger oscillated there, making him quiver.

	"A-Au-"

	She drilled a little harder, feeling his hard cock rub against her leg. Her thigh raised up so she was stimulating him in time with his ass-fingering.

	"uhhh... a-auntie!... uhhh-!"

	"Yeah?" she breathed, finger-fucking her Nephew's anus with such gusto that the boy was beginning to drool, liquid pooling on his chin and in his eyes as his stare became distant. It was incredible how wet with cum and saliva his asshole was... it felt like he was producing her effluence from his butthole rather than being filled with it, her fingers wet and hot from his body heat.

	"I-it's... seNNNSSSIIIT-Iiiiiivveeeee!... HHhuuhh...

	She manoeuvred both digits for maximum ground coverage, getting the perfect feel for the rubbery texture of his anal ring, the tightness with which it gripped her fingers like a bowling ball.

	"MMmh...

	"Au-Au-au-au-aunnt-iiieehhuh - -Sshheeeiiiuhhhhhhh!"

	Her cock was heaving against her belly, and a bit of excitement spurted up between her tits, a string reaching her neck as the dirtiest hint of a smile crept onto her Nephew's face, pausing her oscillations a little short of his second orgasm of the day.

	The best part was feeling him try to bring himself there on his own, pushing his little boy-cock onto her thigh, and even shoving his ass back onto her fingers, twerking his fat caboose up and down slightly to try and stimulate the right bits.

	'Oh dance for me boy... '

	"Ey... you're not bein' a naughty boy are ya?"

	His eyes snapped open, and his face became one of horror and shame, his cheeks burning bright-red as he pulled his bottom to the tip of her finger.

	"Oh I-I didn't mean... I'm... I was... I-I'm sorry...

	"Nothin' to be ashamed of," she grinned, "ya know Jesus hung out with whores?"

	"Oh... Really?"

	"Yup!"

	"Oh right... I don't remember...

	"You should look it up," she winked.

	"O... okay...

	"And if he could have pleasure with those whores, you can have pleasure with me!"

	"Um...

	"Ya didn't read yer bible?"

	"N... not all of it...

	"Well then, you better come 'ere!"

	She grabbed his hair, and James squealed as his face was pulled into the wiry tangle under her arms.

	"MMmhphH!"

	"This is what happens to god-lovin' cunt-lickers who don't know their bible!"

	She roared with laughter as he whimpered into her sweaty pits, face shoved into the bitter tang, until Sheila relented and pulled him by his collar.

	"Stop bein' such a close-minded freak," she said, still mirthful from her Nephew's unpleasant trip, "ya better be a good boy...

	He coughed, the masculine stench from her armpit still thick in his sinuses.

	"I-I'll be... Good...

	"Well then... I think we've had enough fresh air, don'tcha think? Let's get inside, I wanna show ya something."

	She idly gripped the leash in one hand. The gentle pull on James' neck was more humiliating than if he had been pulled by her arm, settling into a trot to keep up with her huge steps as he was walked back inside the house, thankful to have the sun off his back.

	He was sure his skin was already red from the heat, but it didn't compare to the awkward feeling of his hands and knees being dirtied from the grass and patio, now bringing it all to the carpet as he was led into the living room.

	Sheila seated herself on the sofa next to her gym bag, her bollocks slapping down on a new clean spot, the marks from her previous perch still visible on the pristine white leather.

	James crawled up next to her, avoiding the marks.

	Sheila began to rummage in her bag, before taking out a scratched-looking DVD from the gym bag.

	"We're gonna watch this."

	She handed it to him and pushed him off the sofa.

	"Put it in."

	He ruffled, wondering why she treated him so contemptuously if he was so manly now, but crawled over anyway because that was what his Auntie liked, the leash just long enough to allow him to bend right over and put the DVD in, his tongue in his cheek as he carefully placed it in the centre, pressing the close button. (CHANGE a passage at the end - PRISTINE CARPET is not pristine)

	"Wait."

	"Huh?"

	He looked over his shoulder and saw his Auntie had her huge cock in her hands again, and it was hard... again.

	He realised she was staring directly down his asshole, and then he realised that jizz from last night was still trickling down his thighs in this position.

	"OHhhh... I'm s-sorry Auntie... I should have cleaned myse-!"

	As he was trying to sit up, she cut him off with a roar

	"DON'T YOU EVER CLEAN YOUR AUNTIE'S CUM OUT OF YOUR ASSHOLE!"

	He mewled, and bent over again.

	"Twerk those fuckin' cheeks," she grunted, sitting back again, "like a real man."

	The last line just about paused the tears threatening to come to his eyes, and James settled into a rhythm of waving in the air.

	"Ey, face the tv."

	He turned so he was facing the screen, his bottom staring up at his Auntie's face.

	"L-like this?"

	"Yeah... yeah like that."

	The waving globes seemed to hypnotise his Auntie, and James began to happily bob up and down, twerking furiously on occasion to create loud, nasty *slap-slap-slaps* that teased little moans from Sheila's throat.

	*slap-slap-slap... *

	"Huh...

	They stayed like that as Sheila adjusted and placed a hand on her shaft, sliding slowly up and down, her other hand grasping for the remote as she switched on the film, before pulling James by his leash ("oof!") until he had backed all the way up, his ass right in front of her, having to crane his neck up from the floor to see properly.

	A flickering bedroom appeared on screen, sparse apart from some faded sheets and a nightstand. It seemed like some sort of home film. A young man appeared on screen with his hands up, backing away from a second figure stepping from behind the camera; a truly brutish looking black woman.

	For some reason the soundtrack was slow porn music, with Wah-guitar and an eighties-style funk that lent a ludicrously sensual air to the nerve-wracking footage.

	James' eyes bugged out as he watched the man, who possessed similar qualities to him although he seemed of Asian descent, and had a slightly bigger cock dangling between his legs, pleaded with the woman, stepping backwards into a corner where he curled up.

	The black woman was leering, her large frizzy curls bouncing as she shook her head, and James watched as she turned to reveal to the young man a huge cock, swinging at her knees.

	"Hoh... !"

	Sheila grunted.

	"Yeah... Una has a fuckin' decent package... unlike most 'men'.

	"Y... you know her?"

	She grinned.

	"Yeah... she's a fuckin' animal... She shoulda joined me in prison, woulda loved it."

	James' fingers fiddled nervously with his nipples as he watched.

	The boy was fervently trying to say something, shaking his head.

	The woman laughed, and then leaned in, saying something that the camera couldn't quite pick up. When she had finished, the man was almost crying, but then she put a finger to his chin and lifted it up.

	She pursed her lips, grinned, and gave a smooching kiss in the air.

	The man's tears dried on his face as he accepted his fate, and leaned his head forward, clumsily, still apparently trying to overcome the terror and adrenaline raging through his body.

	James watched with widening eyes as the huge black woman put her cock in the trembling man's mouth.

	"E-EW AUNTIE, IT'S PORN, IT... It's sin... Mummy said that it is from the devil, trying to push his wicked ways on u-"

	Sheila grabbed James and spat into his face.

	"MMlluhh...

	"You fuckin' did worse yesterday, now ya think God's watchin' ya?" she growled, spitting on him again, hawking a huge glob of saliva and firing it so hard at his forehead that it spattered into his (already reeking) hair and face.

	"Don't talk about God when I'm here... .God didn't stop me reaming yer ass boy...

	"B-but I... Mmph... I thought I was b-b-being... manly," he coughed through the glaze of cum and spit.

	"Course you were!" she responded gruffly, "a dick-lovin', cum-guzzlin' slut-boy, all the strongest guys are. Don't need to believe in God to know that."

	James tilted his head, attempting to wipe the saliva out of his eyes.

	"R... really?...

	She nodded.

	"Yeah... look at that man on the screen. Loaded with testosterone. Girls love him."

	He looked back and shivered as he watched the huge black cock begin slamming into the young man's mouth, eyes watering as the boy who was plunging both fists up and down the humungous member began to cry as he was being face-fucked, desperately trying to wank his dominator into a climax that would allow him to escape the huge log sitting in his throat.

	"Wwwwghuuhhh... wuhphlghghgl... guwhuup-"

	The black woman responded to his slobbering sucks with a deep voice.

	"Choke on it... CHOKE on it...

	Occasionally the boy's hands would drop, a distant look coming to his eye as the cock slid all the way to the back of his throat and down into his neck, lashes fluttering as he savoured the taste and feeling of monster cock in his body, before it was pulled out again, and he regained some semblance of awareness, immediately grabbing the cock and chugging it with terrified need.

	James moaned.

	"Ey slut."

	"W... wha... ?"

	She grabbed him into a forwards-facing seat on her lap.

	"Pull your cheeks apart."

	James whimpered, pulling it wide for his gaping anus to leak onto his Auntie Sheila's lap.

	"Hmm... seems like you need a refill."

---------

	Mr Bennet squeezed the gas pump to get a few more streams into the vehicle, fully topped up as he stared out at the open plains surrounding the quiet service station.

	"Hm."

	"Darling, aren't you excited?"

	He gave a tight-lipped smile to his wife, nodding less than vigorously,

	Only twenty minutes more of freedom before he had to exist with James in his life once more. He gave one last pump, savouring the silence, and sighed before pulling out.

	Within minutes they were away, Mrs Bennet's smile wide as the estate car flew smoothly down the endless highway.

	"Oh I am so restless!... I want to know everything he's been up to... I'm sure he missed us so much... our little shnoogums!"

	"Hn."

	Graham had enjoyed the time away, back to the origins of champagne in France. It had been too brief, the taste still sparkling on his tongue, and if anything he was now dreading the first greeting of his booty-short clad offspring even more than usual.

	"I am so glad to hear that Sheila is getting on fine with him... although we should perhaps have a word about exercising... I don't want him getting overworked... he sounded tired on that last call...

	"Hn."

	Graham had long since given up arguing over mollycoddling their son, as arguing against it only caused his wife to cling tighter to her foal. At times she could resemble a shrieking raven if pushed too far.

	"I had to admit I was worried at first... but he answered the phone whenever we rang once May went over...

	"Hn."

	A part of Graham could have believed Sheila was good for James, had he not seen the dark glint in her eye which unnerved him to a degree he was uncomfortable with. Still, a trip away was a trip away, and if his boy had to suffer for him to enjoy it, he didn't have too much to complain about.

	Tough love was in short supply where James was concerned.

	"Oh our boy is going to be so pleased... If he's happy I think perhaps another trip this year might be in order!"

	Graham perked up, glancing at his wife.

	"Oh, well... that wouldn't be a problem for me Tammy... If that's what you want...

	"Really? Oh wonderful!...

	Graham's smile that had existed for much of the trip returned to his face.

	Another two weeks away from that utter drivelling moron he called a son?

	Maybe God really was shining down on them.

---------

	The wet, shining spear touched the rim of James' asshole, and the boy quivered as it threatened to go in.

	He knew of course it was inevitable, a little scared breath leaving his body.

	It always went in.

	He closed his eyes and prepared for entry.

	"Ey, eyes open."

	The leash jerked and he squirmed as the collar pulled on his neck, pulling his eyelids as high as they could go.

	"Good boy."

	*CLAP*

	A heavy hand on his bottom made him mewl as he faced the television whilst trying to avoid blinking, trembling, eyes itching to close.

	Sheila let him watch as the boy on screen was face-fucked by his huge 'partner', going red in the face as the big black cock was piledriven into his throat again and again, wet trails running down his cheeks even as the young man's cock bobbed happily beneath him, belying his terror.

	Sheila sighed, head back as she remained glued to the entertainment... of which the TV provided much less than usual in comparison to the show James was providing.

	"Ey, c'mere."

	Another jerk and his head was pulled up towards her.

	"Eu-ch-!"

	She didn't treat him sweetly, pulling him onto her favourite position - reverse cowgirl. James hadn't learnt the name until the fourth time she'd fucked him. She'd made him learn a lot of positions since then.

	"Sit on it ya big fuckin' slut."

	James' heart swelled slightly at being called a big slut instead of a little slut. Maybe this was a sign he was getting manlier?

	He carefully placed his bottom on the rod that would soon keep him upright like a steel foundation, one upon which his body would mould itself.

	As he set himself, Sheila pulled him almost halfway down.

	"HHhnnn... !"

	He paused at six inches, eyes watering.

	"You take any longer, I'll do the rest," she said venomously.

	It was still abominably huge, and he had to pull in quick doggy breaths to attempt the next few, gurning as he sank a few inches more towards her lap.

	"HHHHHnnnnn!"

	A muffled squeal from the screen showed the young man's eyes wide and shocked as the woman threw her head back and roared, and then the boy clutched his belly, scrabbling to do something against the huge stream of sperm that had just flooded his stomach.

	"HHHhuhhh!"

	James meanwhile had almost reached Sheila's lap, and, sitting impaled at twelve inches, he turned to his Auntie, tears of pain and pleasure rolling down his face.

	"Is... i-is that enough?"

	"No. You ain't a quitter right?"

	He shook his head slowly, and then nodded to himself, as if considering all of the choices that had led to this moment.

	"O... okay...

	He steeled himself... and pushed down the final two inches.

	Sheila's eyes and grin grew wide as his buttocks sheathed her cock to the wedge of pubes at the base, the giant weapon completely disappeared from her front.

	She grunted, enjoying for a moment, the rare sight of her cock completely hidden within James' body.

	Better to keep it in the family, she thought, chuckling.

	She gave him a spank, making his ass ripple, and drawing a pained cry from his lips.

	"Uhn!"

	"Ride it."

	"O-okay...

	He rode, this time unable to stop himself gunning straight for that sweet spot that he knew her prince albert would hit.

	"UHN!"

	His back arched, and Sheila chuckled as he immediately began to lose his mind.

	"Oh, now yer gettin' pretty quick at findin' that place huh? Gettin' to be a real slut, huh?"

	"N... nNnnoouhhh... !"

	"Yeah... you just keep tellin' yourself that...

	He tried to keep a measured pace, but even that was causing wonderful things to spread from where her cock was sliding up so much of his insides.

	"Huhhh...

	"FUCKIN RIDE HARDER!"

	His eyes scrunched close, trying to slam his prostate down on the same hardness at his Auntie's tip without losing his mind.

	Within minutes he was trembling.

	"HUHHH!"

	Sheila knew he was finding it every time. Only true whores have the stamina to destroy themselves, despite shaking legs and aching muscles. James was proving to be the best of all of them.

	She had the stamina to fuck. He had the stamina to get fucked. A match made in heaven.

	After a few minutes of sweaty dick-riding, James attempting to try and control the bull he was fucking himself on, slowing the pace a little, his hips easing up and down in a rocking motion.

	Sheila decided she wanted to work up a sweat of her own.

	"Mmmm... let's see how loud that lil' God-fearin' mouth can scream...

	Powerful hips started pumping upwards, accelerating slowly, like a train moving out of the station, and James began to lose control of some of his motor functions as the pace and power of the ride began to increase.

	"Oohh-hohh-oHh-UHH-AUuuntie-SHEI-la-OH-OH-uh-OH-OHH-!"

	They began a jostling back and forth, but the forth from Sheila was becoming ever more prominent, James having less and less input as muscled arms bound him backwards so he could no longer control the pace, before she began slamming him down with no regard for personal safety.

	*THWAP*

	"UUUHNNNN!"

	He keened to the sky.

	"Yeah," Sheila grunted, saliva collecting at the corners of her mouth.

	She began to pump him like she was doing ab crunches, able to use her powerful core to crunch him onto her cock over and over.

	*Thwap-thwap-thwap*

	"UHN-UHn-UHNN!"

	James whinnied as his fourteen-inch saddle began to ride him, and his weak arms began to cling onto the arms holding him for warmth and comfort, finding only another demon-thrust, another sodomising drive of her cock slick between his cheeks.

	A burst of pre-cum heat in his insides made him shiver in delight and disgust.

	Then her hands came to grip his shoulders like a backpack, and James knew it was over.

	*THHHWWWWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAPTHWAPTHWAP!"

	"Uhhgnn-ohhoommOMMOUUHGHUDDDDDUHHHH!"

	His screams were wild, and passionate, all caused by the pleasure caging his brain and digging long spikes of pleasure into his soul, his arms clinging to the ones strapping him to the fuck-machine that brooked no argument.

	His Auntie was a monster, and she made his insides feel good like no other living being could.

	Now he was on the rollercoaster, cheeks clapping brutally on her lap as tears of earth-shattering pleasure ran down his cheeks, thin ropes of boy-cum drooling from his dicklet bobbing in mid-air.

	The smooth sound of the family car in the driveway made James' ears prick, but he was unable to fully register it through the haze of butt-fucking brutality.

	"UHHn!"

	Sheila didn't even notice.

	*Rrrr*

	James' eyes bugged out at the sound of his parent's voices outside the house, almost lost behind his cheeks slapping against Auntie Sheila's lap, a wet meat tenderising noise that anyone could recognise.

	It didn't help that there were also moans coming from the television, where the boy was now being entered in a body-slam missionary position. If he had been watching, James would have seen a boy in much the same state as he had been during his first time, eyes bugging out, fear writ large as his legs waggled in the air.

	Not like now... he was almost getting good at taking his Auntie's cock.

	Sheila's cock slammed into his prostate at that point, and the moans seemed to transmit from the tv directly into James' mouth, a slut-squeal of joy coming out instead of his usual sigh at his parent's return.

	"UUHHNNNnnUHH!"

	*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

	His hands tried to grab for something, anything to signal to Sheila that his mother and Father were arriving, but either she didn't know or didn't care, ignoring his scrabbling as she piledrived her cock so deep into him that James nearly screamed for deliverance.

	"UUGHHGUHYYUHHHhhnnuhhh!"

	The front door swung open.

	*SCHLLAP-LAP-LAP*

	"UNNN-UHH-MUHHHUNNNu-!"

	Then, the first of his parents burst into the living room as his Auntie's sausage slammed balls deep into his anus.

---------

	"Oh, just wait until he sees our gift... He does LOVE ironing, and it is the newest model...

	The fact the iron was pink hadn't surprised Graham in the slightest. His Tammy simply did as she pleased where their son was concerned.

	The sun was happy and high in the sky (in contrast to Mr Bennet's mood), as they sailed to the front of their house.

	"... Oh he's going to be so pleased, why I reckon we'll have to pry him away from your shirts!...

	He grunted, and glanced in through the front window on his way to the garage, likely to see his boy wiping the w-

	Graham jabbed the breaks, and they rocked to a halt.

	"OOF! Doogums! What's wrong?"

	Mr Bennet was sweating.

	He can't have just seen what he'd seen through the front room.

	He carefully put his head in the way of their house, wedging a bright smile on his face.

	"Ah... honey... Poogums...

	Mrs Bennet creased her eyebrows.

	"... Yes?"

	"M-maybe we should... get something else... for James."

	"Oh... why... ?"

	He flustered, cheeks bright red, trying not to think about how James had been riding the horse's penis attached to the front of his sister-in-law.

	"B... because...

	Her grapefruit-sized balls had been in the process of rebounding off James' butt-cheeks, huge jiggling testicles probably filled with enough semen to turn the Hudson river white.

	"... Ah... I think he deserves a little more for being so ah... so brave... right?"

	Her eyelids peeled.

	"Graham... park the car."

	He pawed at the steering wheel, searching for a solution, before nodding.

	"Right... right you are...

	He edged the vehicle back, taking an age to get it just right, before slamming the handbrake on, almost falling out of the car and racing to the front door.

	"Doogums! What on earth!"

	"Bathroom!" Graham shouted back, "could you start getting the bags out?"

	His sweaty hands fumbled for the right key.

	"Come on, come on...

	He shouldered his way in, stumbling into the living room before freezing at the sight he had foreseen for years; his son, with a gigantic cock slamming between his naked stripper cheeks, both his bouncing space raiders clapping endlessly on Sheila's lap as she turned him inside out.

	*SHHHLICK-SHLICK-SHLICK*

	"UUGHHH!-UUUUGHHH!""

	Mr Bennet's face turned a violent shade of green. The smell was ludicrous. Sheila smelt like a thoroughbred stallion in heat, thrumming sweat, dick-tang and testosterone so thick in the air he could almost taste it.

	Some semblance of sentience came to James' lolling head as it flopped towards him, still being jerked by each violent insertion into his asshole.

	"D... -Daaa-Ah-UHG-UGH-UGHHH!"

	Sheila, get off him!" Mr Bennet hissed, fear on his face as he watched his moaning, slack-jawed son get pummelled by his leering Auntie.

	*Schwap-schwap-schwap*

	"Huhnnnnh-huhuuh-uhuhnuh-uhhnn-"

	She barely glanced in his direction, hands tight on James' hips.

	"Ha, not 'til I'mmm done... !" she groaned, her eyelids fluttering as she hilted once more with a wet *Splluuurttttt*

	James tried to say something, but then Sheila slammed his happy button again and his eyes rolled back.

	"JAMES... Jesus... your Mother... Mr Bennet whined through gritted teeth, before shivering as he watched James reach a special place, anus getting piledriven by the humungous cock as his back arched, followed by a rifle shot of white cream which launched into the air.

	Mr Bennet watched, open-mouthed as it flew all the way across the room, forming a long, thin line of white through the centre of what used to be a pristine carpet.

	Then a wet, farting, splurging sound occurred from James' posterior, and Mr Bennet saw his Sister-in-law's balls suck up to her body, and all of the liquid inside it pulse into the only place it could go...

	"Oh... God...

	He couldn't bring himself to look away as Sheila groaned, juddering, her eyes becoming unfocused like his son's.

	It was the only moment they would ever bare a family resemblance, the same dirty, pleasured smile on their faces as they both rocked in a fluid motion, now working together to force brutal, mind-wrenching orgasms into both their brains as James was filled by a truly inhuman amount of cum.

	The squelching happening inside James was loud enough for Graham to hear each spurt as it added another layer of pressure and wetness to his insides.

	"Good God...

	Any hope he had of stopping their union was driven from his mind as James' belly beginning to bloat, magically pushing out past his hard cocklet which was still launching a few eager streams of boy-juice across the room, all whilst his Auntie Sheila filled his insides with thick, heated cream.

	"... Jesus Christ...

	He stood stock still, watching his son's innocence was being broken before his eyes, a far-off look on his face.

	For a moment, no-one spoke, the only sound the heavy breathing of two sweaty, heaving figures.

	Sheila's arms fell to her sides, grinning, licking her lips as she enjoyed the oscillations and tweaks of James' body on hers.

	Eventually Graham spoke, glancing at the door.

	"Get off each other... cover up... do something...

	He hurried out, and they heard furious bustling at the front door,

	"Graham what's wrong... where's James?"

	"Oh he's ah... he's exercising! Just finishing up... they told me they need a few minutes...

	James' head rolled back like a puppet with no strings.

	"Aaauntttiiee... mmmayb - -hn... maaaybbe weee shoul... should...

	Sheila chuckled, as immovable as the building's foundations.

	"What you scared of?... don't you want your Momma seein' how manly you are now?"

	"Hhhuhh?"

	"I said, we're gonna show that bitch how much of a man you really are."

	"Oh-oh... a-are you s-sure ab-"

	Mid-sentence she slammed back up inside him, and James' eyes rolled back up.

	"... uUUUhn... !"

	Outside he could just hear his parents' voices raising through the haze of sex and pure ecstasy striking his core.

	"... Really think I should check on him...

	"... they asked for privacy!... exercising is very... Um... compromising!...

	"Well I think they would make an exception for his Mother!...

	He knew they didn't have long, but he could do nothing when Sheila was fucking him like a pig, chuckling as she did it.

	*CLAP!*

	"C'mon, sing for yer Auntie... !"

	His cheeks rippled as they were slammed down onto Sheila's lap at the speed of lightning.

	A squeal nearly escaped him, which he barely choked at the last second.

	"UHn-!"

	*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!*

	"-t sounds like she's being very hard, honey I need to check on him!-"

	"My darling it's all part of the process, he'll be right as rain-!...

	'Don't scream... So deep... don't... scream... '

	Whilst he tried with all his might to keep the pleasure in, Auntie Sheila seemed to be aiming for the exact opposite, and began long-dicking him. All the way in, all the way out. One endless hot-dog eating contest for his asshole, and unfortunately for James, his butt was a greedy competitor.

	*SCHWAP-SCHWAP-SCHAWP*

	"UUHHhhh!"

	He clamped a hand over his mouth as his whole body rocked, still struggling to come down from the high of his previous orgasm even as he shot like a train towards his next ecstasy station, Sheila stamping his ticket like she was trying to machine-gun her cock into his brain.

	"MMmphh... MMh...

	*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

	He squeezed his fingers tighter, trying with all his might to contain the wonderful bursts of tension that hit him like bolts of electricity.

	"Mmmphhhhh!"

	Outside the commotion was getting even louder.

	"What's going on in there! It's NOT, Darling LET ME IN!"

	"No REALLY darling y-you're being rude...

	James' anal rim was clinging to a traction engine, stimulated by fourteen inches of steel, up and down, up and down, up and down. The Prince Albert piercing smacked his prostate like a middleweight boxer. Her thighs were like riding a tiger, all rippling muscles and aggressive, hard contact with his backside.

	It was all too much.

	The whore-like scream that wheedled through his fingers was inevitable.

	"MMPPHHHU-UGHHH...

	"Sh-shnoogums?!? What's going on in there!"

	"T... Tammy...

	"OUT of my way... !"

	He knew she was coming. And he could do nothing but allow his body to continue to be abused by his Auntie.

	Finally, his mother appeared.

	Her expression dropped into one of pure horror, face turning so white she looked see-through.

	"Sh-shnoogums?!?!?"

	James' head lolled over in her direction, drool running from his mouth as his Auntie battered another brutal thrust right up between his cheeks, his mother seeing the full retraction of a throbbing penis from her son's butthole as it was pulled all the way clear, and then slammed back inside like a bullet-train into a tunnel, his asshole now wide enough to probably fit a four-by-four in now as Sheila gurned, enjoying the delights of her broken, moaning Nephew.

	"Oh MY-... !"

	Mariam screamed at the top of her lungs, racing over to her son who was being fucked into another world of pleasure, his dick raging hard and leaking juice as he arched his hips back to connect eagerly with his Auntie's thrusts.

	"OOOHHHHH STOP IT-STOP IT-STOP IT!"

	She tried to grab Sheila's arm, but it was like grabbing oily, steel cables, utterly useless. Her hand curled into a fist and struck her in the face. It barely got her attention, and she clutched her aching fist, realising there was no chance of causing a dent on the woman's diamond chin.

	"Piss off Sis... Mnnn," grinned Sheila, "don't ya like what I... Mmnn! Taught him?...

	She groaned as she put James' legs in the air so he was almost folded on himself, taking over entirely the proceedings of how quickly she could power her penis through his insides.

	*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

	"UGHHH-uH-UHH-UHHH!"

	James had stopped covering his mouth, stopped thinking about anything other than keeping his hips at the perfect angle to be penetrated by his Auntie's happiness-giver.

	'So... good... '

	"SHEILA, STOP... s-stop... RIGHT NOW!"

	His mother's voice was as loud and commanding as she could muster, but it was being drowned out by a wind-tunnel of cum-drenched, slurpy fucking, custard squelches and meat-slaps which echoed around the living room.

	Sheila continued unabated, and then a series of mind-fucking hell-thrusts slammed helmet-to-base between James' ruined cheeks, and he screamed like he would never scream again as ten-thousand volts of electricity rifled up his spine and dissolved his brain.

	"UUUUUUUHHHHHMMMMUHHH-!"

	Mrs Bennet froze as her son found everything he was looking for, his hips grinding, tongue lolling, lashes fluttering as he reached eutopia.

	"Oh God...

	Sheila herself moaned with him, slumping back as her balls fired every last salvo of man-juice they had left into the backside of her nephew, and the image burnt itself into her brain of James' cheeks clinging to her weapon, red-raw as her sperm bloated his belly and squirted all the way around his rim, such was the pressure with which she inseminated him.

	It went on for an age, the pair rocking backing and forth, shaking together, two perverted bodies become one.

	Eventually, a final tight squirt from Sheila's cock made her slump back as James' lashes fluttered one more time, before his eyes closed.

	The two were so hot and sweaty it almost seemed like steam was coming off them as Tammy Bennet stared at the naked, shining forms of her sister and son, post-coitus.

	Silence.

	Nobody moved, other than the two brainless shells gasping for breath, Sheila and James' bodies oscillating and throbbing with each other in a tandem that few ever truly experience in life.

	A scrunch of a nose here. A clinging touch there.

	It took a second for Mrs Bennet to move her feet again before she shambled up to the pair, and James' consciousness came back to the sight of his Mother almost apoplectic, her hands like claws as she grabbed her son by the arms and pulled with surprising strength.

	"RE-LEASE... HIMM!"

	Sheila didn't resist, watching with a grin as James barely moved, anchored by the cock wedged deep within his asshole.

	"S... sorrrrrrrry... M-Moth... Hnn...

	His mother whined as she pulled with all her might, and slowly, achingly, (James' legs no longer worked so he could not assist, dazed and pink in the face), she pulled him all the way up Sheila's shlong, revealed like a huge, glazed hot-dog from between his raw, bright-red butt-cheeks, making Sheila rippled with pleasure unintentionally as she did so.

	His mother was almost sweating by the time she managed to pull her son off the raging hardness with a huge *SPLLUURRGGGEE!*, his butthole exploding with white cream which drenched Sheila's lap and most of the couch, catching a full spread of her own cream rocketing from her Nephew's butthole.

	"OOOH GODDDD!" Squealed Mrs Bennet, caught between trying to stem the tide sweeping over her furniture and pulling her son on shaking legs away from her sister.

	"Mmmooommm," he managed, weakly, unable to take the confused smile off his face, slumping to the floor as his legs gave way.

	She watched him sink to a foetal position on the floor, and turned, her gaze wrathful, to stare at Sheila through bloodshot eyes.

	"You... you treacherous... blasphemous...

	Sheila yawned as she pulled herself up off the couch, leaving a huge sweat stain in the shape of her ass, plus her huge balls which unstuck themselves, leaving two more dark patches on the edge of the sofa.

	"Ey... he likes it."

	Mrs Bennet was shaking as she near-screeched, talons curved into claws.

	"HE DOESN'T... I-I'LL have you sent to... to PRISON... I-I'll...

	Sheila snorted, wiping some sweat from her brow.

	"Huh, yeah... a twenty-three-year-old ridin' my cock? Look at your boy sis... He wants it, and if I know the cops. They're gonna laugh you out the building 'soon as they look at him."

	A vein popped in Mrs Bennet's forehead.

	"DON'T YOU EVER SPEAK OF MY SON AGAIN!" she screeched, "LEAVE, MAY THE DEVIL TAKE YOUR SOUL!"

	"Sure... I got what I came for," Sheila grinned, picking up the leash attached to her son's neck and chucking it to her feet. "Now he's yours again... use this if you need to take 'im for walks."

	She grabbed her gym bag and stomped out of the room.

	James let out a quiet sigh, unheard by anyone.

	His belly was so hot and full of cum... There wasn't anything he'd felt like it in his life...

	He briefly heard further insults and vitriol spat by his Mother somewhere in the distance, but James made out none of it, drooling on the carpet, anus leaking like a garden water-feature as he dozed off to dreams with huge cocks with metal balls on the end, and Aunties with giant breasts smothering his face.

	
- Part 3 - Muscled Futa Auntie wants to widen his sweet asshole

	James blinked, trying to stay awake as he adjusted his aching buttcheeks in the old leather chair. The air conditioning in the office was poor, and the orange summer haze from outside was creeping in through the cracks in the walls.

	His tight white t-shirt was already transparent, stuck to his body.

	The weather wasn't the only thing making him sweat, his insides so hot and full of goo that it felt like someone had glued his internal organs together.

	"Hmph...

	Every movement made the muscles in his arms and legs protest as he gingerly manoeuvred his buttocks into an even position that wasn't pressing too hard on his anus. It was hard to find a position which really cushioned him well now, almost unheard of for him considering how dense his behind was, but of course, that was before Auntie Sheila had had her way with him.

	Exhaustion beckoned once more, and his eyelids began to descend to dream of huge lips pressed against his own, alongside huge cocks being wedged inside his body.

	"She was... touching him, over and over... I saw it, I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES!"

	James' eyelids snapped open, looking blearily up at his mother who was jabbing her finger up at a serious looking man. The officer gave as neutral and inoffensive an expression as he could.

	James stayed silent. He had never seen his mother as angry as this; her usually well-kept hair seemed ragged, and there was a gleam of madness in her eye that seemed to have developed over the past twenty-four hours as she jabbed her finger again at the officer wearing the traditional inky blue of the local police department.

	"You must be able to do something! You're an officer right, you can... arrest someone!?"

	He gave as polite a smile as he could.

	"Of course we can once we have ascertained exactly what happened but... do you mind if I discuss this with your son?...

	He looked down as kindly as he could, noting that the effeminate boy looked extremely tired. A translucent wet t-shirt through which he could see the boy's nipples made him a little more uncomfortable.

	"How old are you son?"

	James looked up with as brave a smile as he could.

	"Ah... I-I'm... I'm...

	The man gave him a warm smile.

	"It's alright, you're safe now."

	"Ah... t-twenty-three."

	"Aw that's... wait... I'm sorry?"

	"T... twenty thr... three."

	He looked down at the figure with incredulity.

	"You're... you're twenty-three?"

	"Yes...

	"Ah...

	When his stare came up to Mrs Bennet, it was with a note of worry.

	"Does... does he have any ah...

	He lowered his voice and covered his mouth so only she could see it.

	"... mental issues?"

	She sniffed.

	"What?! No! He's perfectly healthy."

	"Ah... right, my apologies... so you say you saw them... touching each other?"

	Steam was almost coming out of his Mother's ears as she responded.

	"YES, SHE was... touching him... very intimately."

	"And ah... was it... consensual?"

	Her face scrunched into an expression that made it obvious she wished to punch him in the face.

	"NO, I SAW HER DOING THINGS... TO HIS... She had to take a deep, shuddering breath. "... I saw her doing things to him that he did not enjoy!"

	"Ah... Right...

	He turned to James.

	"Were you being hurt?"

	"N... no... not really...

	"QUIET," said Tammy, placing a hand firmly on his shoulder, "he's in shock. He doesn't know what he's saying."

	"B-but...

	Her nostrils flared, a talon digging into his shoulder.

	"I said QUIET!"

	The officer watched her warily before continuing.

	"Ah sir... you said not really?"

	"W-well... um...

	It felt like a great effort to get the words out, his insides still wet with splooge.

	"... She has a big p... p-penis."

	"... She?"

	"Yes... Yes, she um... she...

	He tapered into silence as his Mother's nails tightened their grip, making him wince. The officer waited for a few seconds before continuing.

	"Right... And you told her no?"

	"Um... n-... n-no-"

	His mother interrupted, waving away the statement he had just made.

	"He didn't need to say it, James didn't want anything like that to be done to him, and that's that. He shouldn't need to."

	The man rubbed his head, turning to Mrs Bennet.

	"Ma'am... you understand he is old enough to have consensual sex?"

	She peeled her eyes until they were horizontal slits.

	"A twenty-three-year-old being sexually assaulted is still sexual assault."

	The man kept his tone as soft as possible, trying to appeal to her better natured side.

	"Of course ma'am, but... there doesn't appear to be any evidence of non-consens-"

	"THIS WAS NOT CONSENSUAL!"

	Mrs Bennet growled, baring her teeth and teetering forwards as if preparing to vault the desk and eat the officer alive.

	The man tutted.

	"Right... I understand, but we need to take a statement from him explaining the situation if we are to ascertain what happened."

	The officer eyed James, the effeminate 'man' with glassy eyes who was now fiddling nervously with his nipple, biting his lip as he rocked from side to side as if trying to stimulate his undercarriage on the chair beneath him.

	He couldn't help thinking the boy looked as gay as a rainbow-flavoured popsicle.

	"Son... I mean... sir, are you claimi-"

	"I AM MAKING THE CLAIM!"

	The man's smile became more tight-lipped, facing the woman who welded herself tightly to the boy's side.

	"... I understand that Mrs Bennet... but we need to get a better picture from the man himself... he is not a minor, and though he lives with you, he seems well within his mental faculties... if you don't mind, perhaps I could speak to him without interference?"

	He turned to James before Tammy could respond.

	"Sir... how are you feeling?"

	James quivered, offering the best smile he could.

	"I-I... I'm good... yeah... I'm... I'm good...

	"Right... Let's start over, my name is Offi-"

	"OH, FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

	Tammy Bennet's nostrils flared as she spoke, waving a hand in the air as if to banish the mere thought of James speaking for himself from the room.

	"It should not make a difference who makes the claim, I SAW A BEAST RAPING MY SON, AND WE DEMAND JUSTICE!"

	The man's smile dropped.

	"Look Ma'am, either you let him speak, or you can both leave... would you mind waiting outside so I can speak to him alone?"

	This was the worst possible thing he could have said, and spittle flew from her mouth as she responded, James recoiling from her.

	"HE IS NOT LEAVING MY SIGHT, AS GOD IS MY WITNESS! NOT NOW, NOT EVER!"

	The man's mouth became firm, a muscle in his jaw tensing as the woman seemed to transform into some sort of harpy-like creature, hunching over her doughy-eyed son.

	"Well, if that's the case then there is nothing we can do for you or your son Miss Dawson."

	Tammy looked ready to breath fire, but contented herself instead with grabbing James by the hand, rubbing it firmly.

	"Shnoogums. We're leaving."

	The officer watched as the boyish figure stood up on shaking knees, grimacing at the clap of cheeks that signalled his exit behind his hawkish mother.

	"Jeez," he muttered, sitting back in his chair, trying to expunge the experience from his memory.

---------

	Sheila sat in her car, touching herself.

	It had only been a few days since she had last bum-fucked her nephew, but ever since then images and sensations would tumble into her head. The look on his face as he spewed his load with her cock inside him; the sound he made as his anal ring tightened around the base of her penis; His screams of pleasure as she railed his ass.

	She rubbed harder, grunting as the thick creature strained against the inside leg of her gym-pants.

	"Unnh."

	*BLLLAAAHHHHHHH! *

	The horn from behind made her lazily look over her shoulder at the small hatchback, and then forwards at the green light.

	The huge figure cricked her jaw and shoved the door open, stepping out and turning to walk to the driver side of the car behind. It gave her no small satisfaction to see the faces of the man and woman in the front seats turn greener than the lights as further car horns echoed behind them.

	The man reluctantly rolled the window down a crack, peering through at the monster which approached, before leaning on the side of their vehicle. Surely she hadn't caused it to tip a little just by putting her weight on it?

	Sheila gestured for him to roll down further with a dangerous smile, and the man seemed in two minds until, reluctantly, lowering enough that Sheila could rest her elbow in the driver side door.

	"We got a problem here?" she growled.

	The man and woman, both in their thirties and dressed for a day spent shopping in slacks and a summer dress, looked like they thoroughly regretted allowing the window to be rolled down, staring at the buzz-cut, gorgeous and yet terrifying face inching inside the window-frame, closer to the man's nose.

	"Ah no... just... just wanted to let ya know that... you mighta missed the light...

	"Hnn... well thanks...

	Her hand reached further in and began to play with the man's chin.

	"She your girlfriend?"

	He answered in a whisper.

	"Y... yes... c-could you not...

	Sheila showed all her teeth, giving the same impression of warmth and friendliness as an alligator emerging from a swamp.

	"Hmm...

	He fingers tightened on his chin, and slowly turned his head side-to-side as if observing him properly.

	Short brown hair, youthful cheeks and a little un-shaved stubble. Not bad...

	Sheila settled a huge hand on the front of the man's neck and squeezed, and he whimpered, his hands glued to the wheel, impotent

	The woman to his right uttered a whinny of fear, her lips parting in a look of dismay.

	Sheila snorted.

	Stuck up bitch. Probably needed to be taken down a few pegs.

	Sheila pulled the man's head towards him, and shoved her lips against his.

	"MPH!"

	"Ugh!"

	The small exclamation from the woman sitting in the passenger seat was music to Sheila's ears, and she decided to really help them regret their decision to goad her earlier by barrelling her tongue into the man's face, making sure the girlfriend could see it go in, snorting as she began to clearly swirl all the saliva between their mouths inside his, the man's eyes bulging as his arms stayed glued to the steering wheel.

	"MMPHHHH, MMMph-!"

	"Mmmhm... mmhhmm...

	"I... I... the woman uttered; eyes wide open, unable to remove them from the scene in front of her.

	Sheila glanced at her, enjoying the turning upside down of everything the woman had known, now in a daze, her mouth opening and closing, fingers searching for something to provide a sense of stability and comfort.

	From some well of courage the man tried to break the kiss, his hands even coming up briefly to try and push himself clear, only for Sheila to immediately squeeze even more of herself between the window, crushing the man's head back against his seat.

	His hands snapped to her shoulders and held on for dear life to try and slow the gluttonous consuming of him. It didn't work as she savoured every nook and cranny of his face.

	"Mhmmh... MMHHphhhggg-!"

	As she was enjoying it, a glimpse of James' slutty lips barrelling up and down her penis came to her from heaven, and suddenly the man's lips didn't feel quite so peachy.

	Sheila grunted, breaking the kiss.

	"Sorry, you're only getting a taster, pussy-boy."

	The man gasped for air, his hands in a death grip on the wheel. It took a few moments for him to turn to his girlfriend, whose expression was one of complete shock and hurt, unable to look him in the eye.

	"I... I...

	"Thanks," grinned Sheila, stepping back out of the window, her saliva basting the man's chin, his girlfriend turning to stare straight ahead, still trying to process what had happened.

	"Pleasure to meet ya both... hope you don't miss me too much," she called out, and with one last wink and a wave she strolled back to her car to the tune of car horns that at this point had turned into a symphony of angry noise, making sure to walk extra slow so they could enjoy the outrageous glute muscles she had worked on daily for the last ten years.

	As she got in her car, in the rear view mirror she could see the man trying to assemble some sort of words to explain his utter cowardice, to the dismay of his girlfriend whose lower lip seemed to be wobbling between silence and crying.

	"Hnn."

	She chuckled to herself... But something nagged in her brain.

	Why hadn't she sealed the deal? A pretty young man was right there for the taking... The fact his girlfriend would be watching only made the scenario hotter...

	Why not?...

	The memory of James' oscillating anal rim on her cock made a shiver run up her spine, and Sheila growled, gunning the engine and shooting off just as the light turned red, leaving a sea of horns blaring in anguish behind her as she searched for someone or something to take her mind off her favourite Nephew.

	The roaring Cadillac clipped a wing-mirror as it shot downtown like a wildly veering bullet, Sheila gritting her teeth.

	"Stupid fuckin slut...

	She'd never worried too much about particular sexual partners... but this one. The deliciousness of him... the physical and mental aspects that combined to make him the tastiest little slut in the world...

	"Fuckin' forget him... Stupid little bitch...

	Her attention was wrenched back by a car pulling out into the road, and she swerved, nearly taking out a motorcyclist as she rounded it, the horns not even entering her thinking as they blared behind her.

	A bar.

	Why not?

	She hadn't found any decent alcohol in that piss-hole that was her sister's house anyway...

	Sheila stopped at the first one she found, parking in a disable space and staring menacingly at a woman who looked like she was about to speak up, and then thought better of it.

	She entered into what looked like a local dive, a few people seated here and there, rough hard-wood floors with long-term stains on and odd trinkets scattered around including a metal cow and a tattered picture of uncle Sam on the wall. If someone had suggested it had been there since world-war-two, she wouldn't have questioned it.

	Sheila set her ass down on a bar-stool which groaned hideously under her weight, the wood threatening to give way at any second, and shouted.

	"AY, gimme a triple whiskey n' ice!"

	The bartender, a curly-haired ginger youth barely in his twenties with a few spots still on his face looked a little pissed at having to serve a real-life customer, but lost whatever attitude he possessed when he approached the hulking looming over the bar, her mean snarl so high that it was almost over the taps.

	"Uh Yeah! Right... Triple whiskey and ice coming up...

	He grabbed a glass and poured some whiskey in, grabbing some ice and shoving it roughly inside.

	When he presented the drink Sheila stared at it.

	"S'not a triple."

	"It... it is."

	She slammed the bar.

	*THUD*

	"I SAID. It's not. A. Triple."

	She observed the young man as he stammered in apology.

	"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean for... if you say it's not...

	The left corner of her mouth turned upwards, leaning a little further towards the bartender who openly gulped, sweat dappling his forehead as one of the regulars sitting on the same side of the bar raised his newspaper up to provide a flimsy barrier between himself and the hulking animal.

	"Maybe you should gimme a little extra around the back."

	His eyebrows rose.

	"Huh... ?"

	She gestured to the door behind the bar.

	"I think I need a little help."

	Then she leant back, and widened her legs, and the boy's eyes snapped to her crotch which was being openly presented in his direction. A ginormous bulge, so big that it looked like it should have died out around ten million years ago presented itself, wrapped around in a horseshoe shape, the skin-tight gym shorts making it look like an explosion waiting to happen.

	"H... hohmygod," the boy whispered.

	It was as big as his arm.

	Subconsciously, a hand came to cover his genitals, warmth rushing south.

	Her eyes snapped to his crotch immediately. The smile on her face widened.

	Sheila knew the score, even if the most likely virgin boy didn't.

	"So... wanna give me some attention?"

	The boy was beginning to tremble.

	"What? Ah... Um... I... I think you need to pay...

	Sheila smirked and pulled out a wad of ten dollar bills that she had stolen from James' piggy-bank (as well as relieving her sister of the stash she kept near the fridge), slapping it on the counter.

	"Why don't I pay for that drink... plus one more... and you can drink with me?"

	The boy began swaying from side to side, gulping, fingers fidgeting with his slim belt as he struggled to meet her eyes.

	"I... I-I can't... can't drink on shift...

	Sheila stood up and leaned over the bar.

	The boy's eyes widened as he stared down the deep crevasse of her breasts.

	"Oh really? C'mon, no-one's gonna know... Here, take the fuckin' money."

	She shoved a hundred dollars into his hand.

	That's more'n enough for two... now make it, and then we'll talk."

	"I... I can't... I'll... I can make it, but I can't drink it... sorry."

	Sheila snarled.

	"You'll make it, and you'll drink it."

	Her tone was heavy, her teeth beginning to reveal themselves in a rather ominous fashion.

	The boy seemed frozen, and he searched the regulars present to see if they might assist.

	Lenny, sporting his newspaper, didn't waver, although the paper was shaking slightly. In the corner two ladies who usually came in to have wine were muttering to each other, glancing occasionally at the newcomer.

	Other than that, sports channels repeating old games were the only other sign of life.

	The boy realised he was all alone, his voice becoming as gentle and quiet as a mouse's.

	"I'll... I'll make it...

	"And you'll drink it."

	"... Right...

	He began to make a triple whiskey, filling it as gingerly as he could.

	Sheila drew herself up to her full height, her bulge beginning to inflate as she snorted.

	"I can see you ain't doin it proper... Maybe I should come back there n' help ya."

	"N-no, it's fine!"

	Perspiration began to dapple the boy's forehead as he poured four generous whiskey shots into the glass.

	"I-is that enough?"

	Sheila grunted, nodding her head.

	"Better. Now come 'ere."

	The boy's hand was shaking as he proffered both glasses.

	She took one with a grace that belied her size, before clinking it carefully against his.

	*clink*

	"Cheers."

	He couldn't help noticing the tremendous amount of armpit hair as she raised her arm.

	As she clinked it with his, he spilt a little of his own.

	"Ey... refill that! I don't wancha wasting any of it."

	He nodded, eyes slightly watery as he grabbed the bottle and topped it up with a few more drops.

	"More."

	B... but it's...

	Sheila bristled, and her low growl combined with a lean over the countertop made the boy shrivel.

	"I said... more."

	He poured whiskey until a little spilt over the rim of the glass.

	She grinned and leaned back.

	"There... that's a proper toast!"

	With that she slammed back her own drink, gasping and wiping her lips before letting out a large belch.

	"BLUURGHH."

	The boy grimaced, staring at the full glass of whiskey before bringing it gingerly to his mouth, gulping down two mouthfuls as fast as he could.

	"Gluh... GLUH!"

	He coughed, whiskey running down his chin as he lowered the glass, throat burning.

	"S-sorry... I-I can't...

	Sheila batted the glass out of his hand.

	*SSMASH! *

	The three other patrons of the bar all gasping or jerking in their seats as the glass shattered on the floor. For a moment no-one spoke, watching in confusion and guilty anticipation as the huge, muscled woman stood up, muscles flexing like she was about to crush the boy behind the bar like a bug.

	"You just wasted my alcohol."

	"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean... !"

	Sheila's voice became dangerously quiet.

	"Shut the fuck up. We can settle this... Either you gimme a kiss... or I get angry."

	He nodded quickly.

	"A-A kiss? I-I can-OHH-"

	He jerked backwards as Sheila sprang up, vaulting over the bar with terrifying ease, before pressing into him. The bulge pressing against his belly wanted to make him pregnant for sure.

	"Good. Where you wanna kiss? If it gets uh... Sticky here... A lotta people might see us doing shit...

	The smell of the woman, whiskey on her breath, BO coming from the sweaty patches on her shirt and crotch was quite breath-taking, and the boy coughed, trembling.

	"Th... the back... we can go...

	Sheila nodded, and pushed him in the direction the boy had gestured towards.

	As she was going, she grabbed Lenny's newspaper, revealing a moustachioed man with a paper-white face, who squeaked.

	"Watch the bar while I fuck him in the ass."

	"I... w... what?...

	The boy gasped as he realised what she had just said, and made to mumble a final plea to the people he saw almost every day, Lenny, Carla and Maggy, but then he was being dragged by his collar through a door, into a rather drab hallway.

	"W-Wwwai-uugggh...

	The patrons watched him go, and Lenny noticed the boy's face was as red as a strawberry.

	He reasoned, putting his paper up whilst the boy's legs scrambled to free his body of the woman's grip, that it could just be young love.

	Sheila sniffed as she dragged the boy through the hallway, the bar disappearing behind them as they found a kitchen which looked like it was only just being readied. A woman wearing a chef's apron looked curiously at the pair as they entered.

	"Ey who are you?... Clark, why you not behind the bar?"

	Sheila grunted, ignoring her.

	"Any clothes? Pillows?"

	The boy at this point was a nervous wreck.

	"I-I... p-please don't...

	Sheila grunted.

	"Fine."

	The chef walked up to them.

	"EY, Clark I'm talkin' to ya, who's this l-"

	Sheila extended a hand and grabbed the woman's white uniform, hauling her until she was directly beneath her.

	"WOooF-WHAT TH-"

	A light slap shut her up.

	"Mph!"

	"Listen," growled Sheila, smirking, "Either you suck my cock with those big flappin' lips of yours... or I put it in this boy's face... either way, I get my cock sucked."

	The woman seemed shellshocked.

	"I... you can't...

	A simple shake of Sheila's head was enough for the woman to tremble.

	"You got something you need to do out back?"

	The woman's fight immediately left her, glancing briefly at the young man, apology in her eyes, before nodding.

	"... Something you forgot?"

	"Ah... yes... yes I forgot...

	The boy whimpered, staring with pleading eyes.

	"J... Jilly...

	"I'll... I'll be outside... yes...

	"For an hour."

	"Hm... !"

	The squeak that escaped the boy's lips was pathetically demure. The woman's ears twitched, but she diligently turned, unruffling her apron, and walked dazed through the back door, straight as a rod.

	Sheila rippled, the smells of oil and grease from the kitchen overpowered by her musk.

	She began to close in on Clark.

	"P... please...

	"Shut up... you're gonna enjoy this right n'good, trust me... I ain't nutted all morning, and I need some boy-pussy...

	Her shirt was pulled up, revealing plated abdominals and biceps that could probably break him in two, and two bolt-on tits with thick metal piercings in the nipples.

	Clark's mouth started salivating automatically, even as he raised his hands in a pitiful gesture of surrender.

	"O-oh God."

	He found himself retreating backwards into the kitchen, until he was pressed up against a silver work-table ready for ingredients to be laid out. The cold metal against his palms felt like a death sentence as Sheila cracked her knuckles.

	Her shadow fell across him.

	Hubcap hands came to his shoulders, and pressed him down to his knees.

	He stared up in awe at this somehow incredibly masculine and feminine alpha beast, armpit hair and pubic hair just under her belly button bristling, gigantic tits almost preventing him from seeing her face, an expression of eager lust just visible above the pierced tips.

	"You look hungry. Don't worry pretty-boy... I got something cooking for ya right here...

	She pulled her gym shorts, and a pierced horse-cock dropped out, swinging in front of his face. Clark would probably have been less terrified if she had unveiled a machine gun, her shaft veiny and throbbing like some sort of medieval monster, the mushroom bearing an iron cudgel on it's front, a nightmarish creature made real.

	Underneath it, heavy-looking testicles hung, swollen baseballs ready to knock him out with a single pitch.

	"Uh."

	He barely managed to get the word out, before thick fingers grabbed his skull, and Sheila began to lever her cock straight into Clark's throat.

	"Wai-GLMPHHFFF!"

	Clark struggled feebly, bringing his arms up, trying to push away, but Sheila easily clamped him to the front of the work counter so he could do nothing but accept the thick, tough skin of her shaft sliding between his stretched lips.

	She helped his humiliation by shoving it hard into his cheek, bulging it like a pornstar.

	"MMphhhh-... !"

	"Yeah, you look all nice n'pretty now!"

	A few tears began to run down his face as the tangy stench of cock overtook his mouth. A leg nudged between his own, her shin and thigh shoving hard into him so he could feel the muscles grinding against his chest, his hard crotch pressed up against her combat boot.

	"Hump my fuckin' leg you slut."

	He began to do so, teary-eyed and cowed as his crotch rubbed eagerly up against the woman's leg whilst the cock slid straight to the back of his throat.

	"MMMPLHHH!"

	Her pubic hair was tough against his forehead, rustling harshly as she pushed left and right, letting him feel the cock stretching his lips. It fully inhabited his throat like a train in a tunnel, allowing the tiniest sliver of air to reach his battered lungs.

	"Mmggglh-"

	"HUH!"

	The loud grunt that Sheila gave to the ceiling meant she was surely enjoying the feeling of his mouth tight around her womanhood.

	"Mmmhh," he whimpered in humiliation, saliva leaking all over the girthy prick impaled in his head. Sheila snapped a stroke which caught Clark by surprise, making him slobber all over the length of her appendage.

	"Cheers," she smiled, blinking her eyes in a 'power-lifter-next-door' kinda of way whilst wiggling her cock in his throat. The lips were so tight it felt like a vacuum seal. His hard cocklet rubbing pathetically against her foot was so impotent and slutty that Sheila sighed.

	"Yeah... yeah you fuckin' work on it...

	This was exactly what she wanted... Kind of.

	The vision of her Nephew staring into her eyes as she orgasmed snapped into her head.

	"Fuckin' shit," she muttered, looking down at the no-longer quite so perfect young man beneath her. A hand grabbed him, harsher than before.

	"Fuckin' work it!... use your initiative, get your tongue right under there...

	She detached her cock from searching lips and pulled Clark's face right up against the base of her cock, just above the ballsack. The heat from her womanhood was most intense right here, and nearly had him passing out from the pure stench and miasma of Sheila's unwashed sack.

	"mmphhhgghhhh-"

	"Yeah, RIGHT in there!" she spat, rubbing her nuts in his face, the boy moaning into her testicles which vibrated them wonderfully, the boy's tongue nonetheless engaging in full combat with her sagging ballsack, trying to drown every wrinkled hairy inch in saliva.

	As Sheila swooned, rubbing a hand through her shaven hair, grunting up in the air, she imagined for a moment how perfect it would be if the boy underneath her were a certain favourite Nephew of hers.

	She opened her eyes, grunting in anger.

	"FUCKIN' SLUT...

	The ballsack was quickly withdrawn from Clark's face, the boy following it, eyes closed, opening them just in time to see the cock line up with his face again and this time ram home with violence.

	"SPLLLHGHGH!"

	Saliva went everywhere, the cock sailing past his lips and down the boy's throat, Clark slobbering and gagging over the weapon now fully lodged inside him.

	Sheila growled and pushed again, ignoring the protestations.

	Clark's eyes were streaming liquid as he mewled, trying to make space to breath in his throat but struggling under the incredible weight and girth of the dino-dick sliding into it.

	Sheila growled, her expression one of frustration and contorted rage.

	He was hot. He was effeminate.

	But he wasn't James.

	"Right, main course time, fuckin' starving!"

	Clark spluttered, the pole lodged in his face pulled free, allowing him to rattle in heavy breathes, almost choking on the amount of air that his burning lungs tried to pull in as he slumped to the floor.

	"Ere... lemme help ya."

	Hubcap hands came to his armpits, and he was hauled to his feet, pulling in breathes as fast as he could, a line of drool connecting his face to the floor.

	"S-sorry... did I WUHH!"

	Clark staggered as she grabbed his pants and began to pull them harshly off him, grabbing the counter as she yanked them free and threw them to the side, followed quickly by his shirt and boxers.

	Sheila looked down to see that he was fully erect, just as she'd expected. Tears stained his shirt, belied by the erect nipples and full 4-inch erection sitting quite happily like a dog waiting for a treat.

	She didn't waste time enjoying the view, pulling him up.

	"OOooh!"

	Legs were raised immediately above his head, huge hands wrapped tight around his ankles.

	Clark found himself sitting on the countertop, his legs over his shoulders, naked ass aimed straight at the sea-monster that was shiny with his home-made lube, edging closer to his sacred area.

	"Oohhh... oh fuck...

	"If it makes it easier, I can kiss ya."

	She swilled saliva in her mouth, spitting a glob onto the floor as his jaw bounced, trying to assemble his thoughts into words.

	"K-kiss?...

	She chuckled.

	"Yeah, you're right... sometimes it's just better to knuckle down n'get on with it...

	She pressed forwards.

	"N-UFF-"

	The air left his body as the giant mushroomed head pressed up into his anus, the puckered ring giving way immediately under the ludicrous pressure exerted by Sheila, her muscles barely having to twitch to penetrate the twink beneath her.

	On the surface it had seemed almost serene, but Clark felt every brutal bit of her helmet inhabiting a space that hadn't existed before, his toes and fingers flexing, eyes twitching as Sheila pushed again.

	"NNUGHH-"

	It looked like ludicrously huge disappearing inside him, and Clark clung to the tabletop, gurning, eyes bugging out as he felt the huge meat pushing through his insides, sharing a volcanic heat that washed through his belly, making him sweat.

	"Ohh F-F-FUuuuuhh!...

	Sheila grinned, her teeth showing as she bore down on her prey, settling in and penetrating him easily, feeling him quiver and buck between her fingers.

	"Ohhh yeah pussy-boy... shake for Mama...

	She let out a groan, enjoying his body hugging her cock, which was practically inviting her into the cosy cave of Clark's widened asshole.

	"UUghhmyyguudd... uhhhmyyguuuUUDD!"

	His voice broke into the highest pitch it could at the moment she truly broke him.

	The whole thing pulsed inside his body, making his back arch.

	"HUHHH!"

	The moment of Sheila's bush and hard pelvis locking against Clark's ass was a moment of utter delirium in his head, a single tear falling down his cheek as his entire existence pared down to his distended anus and the monster sitting inside it.

	It throbbed with such force that he felt his insides being rearranged just from Sheila's heartbeat.

	"UGHH!"

	The ugly cry was one of pain and pleasure, all wrapped into one life-changing, mind-melting experience. Something inside him that he had never known was released, but it terrified him as much as he yearned for it with all his soul.

	Sheila watched as the boy's expression slid from one of pain and fear to one of confusion and acceptance, seeing something only he could see above him.

	Sheila snarled.

	He broke so quickly that she barely had time to enjoy it.

	*THWAP*

	"UGHN!"

	Her hips slammed so hard against him that his body convulsed.

	"Hn!" she grunted.

	*THWAP*

	"UUGUH!"

	He may have had a sexy twink-bod and innocent teary-eyed face, but he was no James.

	Couldn't even stay straight for five minutes.

	Sheila raised her ass up, aiming forwards and down at Clark's readied asshole, muscles contorting as she poised herself over him. For a moment he was able to see his inevitable doom, the last ebbs of his straight, ordinary life flickering in the dingy, cluttered kitchen, his back pressed up against the cold counter.

	She looked him dead in the eyes, and snapped all 14 inches of her cock right into his butthole.

	*Schwap*

	"UGHHhnnnnnnnuhhhh!"

	It was like a punch to the gut, Clark doubling over as her dick kicked against his insides, hitting a place so ludicrously deep and sensitive that a frothing mewl was drawn from his lips by some inner power, a weak point that connected to every single one of his muscles.

	*THWAP*

	The next thrust was harder and faster, and Clark's body went taut for a moment, his hands clinging to the table-top despite finding no warmth or safety, his mind inside himself, focused on the exact length of Sheila's cock as it throbbed against his anal walls.

	"HUHGG-"

	*THWAP*

	Sheila accelerated.

	*THWAP-THWAP*

	The table shook.

	*THWAP-THWAP*

	"UUUGH!"

	Clark let out a tight scream as pots and pans around him rattled, producing a cacophony of noise as the animal above him crushed their bodies together, her expression about as doting as an enraged bull, and even more dangerous, beginning to pick up the pace.

	"Uhn-UHN-UHN-UHNNN-UHN-NN-UHN-NN-NN!"

	Clark found that his screams could no longer keep pace with the thrusts, each howl of pure orgasmic bliss punctuated by light *hm's* as air was forced from his lungs.

	The two shook, both part of a swirling hurricane as Sheila grunted with pleasure. A huge glob of spit was flung with such venom that it jerked Clark's head back, his face a mess as his neck ached from the force of being rag-dolled with such intensity.

	Somehow, Sheila picked up the pace.

	*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP--

	She was frothing at the mouth, and for a moment the boy almost suffered her wrath simply for not being the boy she truly desired, her fists clenched into huge hammers that looked ready to pound him to smithereens, binding his ankles tight as she lit up his ass like the fourteenth of July.

	*THWAP!-THWAP!-THWAP!-TWHAP!--

	"UUGHH-UGHHG-uGHHHGUU-UGHGHNN!"

	The kitchen smells of subtle grease and disinfectant began to dissipate in the face of pure sex, sweat, cum and body odour all swirling into a cocktail that made Clark's eyes water from the stench, droplets of sweat from Sheila's forehead landing on his face.

	He didn't feel it, too busy screaming as his cocklet launched a volley of cum straight up past his face and onto the wall behind him, so much energy behind it that it was as if Sheila had pulled it from the very depths of his being.

	She growled and slammed his prostate again.

	Clark's eyes rolled up into his head. Another rope fired full pelt onto the white tiles.

	*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

	The remaining lines nailed his own face, chin and chest.

	Sheila watched him shake for a moment, temporarily pausing the rut.

	His ass was so soft against her hips... but nowhere near as cushioned as James' honking set of moon-globes.

	Eventually a sprinkling of lucidity formed on his face.

	"Ohhh... ohhhh...

	"Ey!"

	She slapped him on the ass, fingers digging into the meat of his buttocks, and he jerked wide away.

	"W-wha-?!"

	She grinned.

	"... You ain't hit no home run... we got a whole innings to play...

	Clark had perceived none of Sheila's pent up frustration, that is until his eyes widened in time to receive machine-gun rapid-fire thrusts so hard that his teeth rattled as he was piledriven against the counter, pans clanging and skin on skin smacks echoing through the room as he was rammed straight back to heaven.

	"UUUGHH-UGHHGH-UGUHHHH!"

	The boy squealed, body pulverised like he was in the centre of a football fumble, a piece of slut-meat that no longer held any tremors of innocence, only a thick vein of pure slutty desire for cock.

	Sheila hunkered down, and aimed for annihilation.

---------

	Back in the bar, John Laverman held his newspaper so tight that his arms were quaking. He tried his best to ignore the lurid sounds reverberating from the back room, muffled moans, brutal thuds and the clattering of pots and pans.

	"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, Uhhhnn, uhhnn-!"

	*THUMP-THUMP-THUMP*

	*bang-bang- CRRRAAAASH!*

	He had read the same phrase eight times, the words not going into his brain, the only piece of information diving into his head the pleasure-laden moans and squeals of the poor young bartender, muffled but quite audible to all occupants of the tiny bar.

	He sniffed, breathing shallow and quick as he attempted to read through the same section again.

	*-is a fool's game! Although the markets today are volatile, Sphenson chemicals is as sure-fire a winner as any newcomer, with a steadily-increasing customer base--

	"UUUUHHhnnn, UHHHHNNN... UHNNNN...

	*THUD-THUD-THUD*

	*Crash!*

	Mr Laverman began sweating as another collection of pots and pans fell to floor amid the steady shunting of the work-bench on which young Clark was most likely being pounded to high heaven.

	"UUHhmmmyggoooodddduuhhhhhh!"

	The boy's orgasmic screech travelled all the way up his spine, making John snap to the first line of the newspaper article again, swallowing as he blinked sweat from his eyes.

	"UUHNn - UHHHNN-UHNNN!"

	He glanced at the other regular patrons, who usually he would regard with a cheery wave, or a polite nod, but today he could see were in the same state of rigor mortis as he was, two ladies whose names he didn't know presenting ashen faces and cigarettes burnt almost to the fingers, yet still they dragged smoke into their lungs.

	Briefly he reckoned on doing something, as he had the past fifteen minutes.

	Maybe he should call the police?"

	"UHHh-UHH-uhhhhhhnnuuhhhmmuuuHHHHHHHH!"

	And then what... would they arrest her? She hadn't exactly manhandled him... just... given him an ultimatum... But there was some sort of felony there surely?...

	"UHHH-UUHhh-UHHH-uUHHHH-!"

	But then... the beast might get angry. And if Mr Laverman disliked one thing, it was conflict.

	He sniffed and did what he always did. Avoid any confrontations, read his newspaper, and let things play out.

	"UHHh... UHH... Uhh...

	There, things seemed to be slowing down, he thought, a lump in his throat as he imagined what poor Clark looked like right now.

	"Uuh... Uhhhh-HUH!... UHHH-HUHHH... !"

	He whimpered as the pace picked up again, and the boy's poor, sodden moans began to increase in volume again.

	Surely not... ?

	He couldn't help thinking of the boy with his trousers down, settled over the work bench, a huge hand on his neck as he was piledriven by that huge bulge nestled within that terrifying woman's shorts.

	"NUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

	A long scream made everyone's backs go straight, a cry of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

	It was combined with a huge grunt, and a few follow up grunts of lessening vigour alongside the whimpers of a young man on a long come-down from heaven, each sigh and shiver crystal clear, until finally the sounds lowered in volume to a point that whatever was happening was inaudible to those at the bar once more.

	Mr Laverman let out a long breath, adjusting his paper. There, it was over...

	A few soft clinks of metal, perhaps the subtle shifting of pots and pans on the floor.

	"Uhn...

	"Good boy, ya take it like a champ... shame yeh didn't quite scratch my itch but... thanks for the epipan... the epiph... Gah fuck it, thanks for makin' me think straight."

	Mr Laverman blinked and realised sweat had run into his eyes, wiping it away with a sleeve as if he just had run a marathon.

	*BANG*

	The door flew open, slamming against the wall. The woman emerged, sweat stains all down the front of her top and gym shorts. It took a moment for Laverman to realise that the stains running from her bulge on one side were not at all sweat related.

	On her shoulder was young Clark, limp and lifeless, his pants bearing huge stains from inside. It looked like she'd put them on him backwards.

	The smell of them reached him seconds later.

	John coughed, covering his mouth at the incredible stench of semen and sweat which spread to all corners, the air almost becoming humid.

	In the corner the two women bristled, looking like they might be sick as they glanced over at the pair emerging from their coitus.

	The woman-mountain walked forwards and dumped the whimpering, semi-lifeless form onto the counter, one leg hanging off. A wet, cloying fart from inside his pants made John sob as he beheld what remained of their bartender.

	Despite being barely conscious, what didn't go away was the clear erection in the front of Clark's pants. Sheila grabbed it like a joystick.

	"Huh... boy's got stamina."

	Mr Laverman looked at the way she jerked his cock through his pants whilst the boy lay drooling on his back, eyes lidded. It looked like whatever stamina he possessed had been utterly exhausted by the huge woman, who raked her fingers through her buzzcut blond hair, before throwing a five dollar bill into the tip jar.

	"Nice service... if he stayed awake, mighta tipped ten."

	She moved away from the aching, slumped form of Clark, slapping the bar and grunting at Mr Laverman.

	"Better tell the owner their bartender's gonna be a little under the weather for the next few days...

	"Oh... I-I'm sorry... I don't work h-"

	He realised quickly that not a single word was being heeded, Sheila already looking back at the boy, the stain in his pants spreading slowly.

	She flexed, the muscles in her bicep exploding, before smirking.

	"Ah fuck it... better to stay concentrated."

	She walked back, popped him on her shoulder with one arm, and carried him out in an effortless fireman's lift.

	"Make that a week," she grunted over her shoulder.

---------

	"Shnoogums!"

	The prettiest, bluest eyes imaginable blinked open to the sight of his mother smiling at him.

	"Wakey-wakey! I brought you breakfast in bed; I thought you might need it...

	James sighed, pushing himself up weakly from the sheets, glancing around the pristine white walls of his parents' room which he now slept in each night, his own room having not been opened for weeks (his mother had taken one look inside, shut the door, and gone to pray for an hour before locking it permanently, looking slightly ill).

	She proffered a spoon with porridge to his lips.

	"Come here...

	He moaned.

	"Mooommmm I-I... I can feed my... myself...

	"Nonsense," she stated, her tone sharpening, before returning to a rosy, but slightly unhinged tenor, "now open wide angel!"

	She pushed the spoon into his mouth, and James gave in, as he always did, sucking in the porridge, sitting dolefully as she placed every portion delicately into his mouth, humming as she worked.

	As James accepted another spoonful, he thought he heard rustling downstairs, which meant that his father had probably woken up (upon hearing of his wife's intentions to keep James in their room permanently, Graham had decided that enough was enough and now slept on the sofa, Tammy replacing him with James next to her in their bed).

	Once they had finished, she rubbed his cheeks with a napkin.

	"Good boy... GRAHAM, there's porridge on the counter!"

	"M-mom... can I use the bathroom...

	She tutted.

	"You've been using the bathroom a lot after meals... is your stomach alright? Are you feeling peaky?"

	A hand began to press his stomach and forehead.

	"MOOmmmmm s-stop it... !"

	"I'm sure there's something not quite right there... Maybe you should rest."

	"I rested yesterday as well! Can't I do some exercise?...

	Her lips thinned.

	"WELL I don't think that's wise, you'll just injure yourself, and then where would we be?"

	"I didn't injure myself before...

	"That we know of!"

	He hung his head. It was hopeless arguing with her.

	"I'll get a hot water bottle going... need help getting to the bathroom?"

	"No, I'm fine, h-honestly...

	He shimmied out of her reach and skittered to the bathroom, locking the door.

	James slumped on the bowl.

	He didn't need to go, but it was the only time now that his mother wasn't breathing down his neck.

	'I thought I had it bad before... '

	Ever since Sheila had disappeared...

	James thought about his Auntie's constant lessons.

	Warmth began to flow south. He bit his lip.

	'Maybe... a little sin wouldn't hurt... '

	He thought about the feeling of her hardened nipples in his mouth, the metal piercings pressing into his tongue as he slathered them in spit.

	"Mmh...

	A hand reached down and began to touch his hardening cocklet.

	'It's a sin... '

	*Thunk-thunk!*

	His heart froze in his chest, jerking his hand away.

	"W-WHAT?!... Wh-whooo is it?"

	His mother's voice came loud, like she was pressed right up to the door.

	"Shnoogums... are you alright?"

	"Poogums, I'm f-fine...

	"Are you sure?"

	"I said I'm fine!"

	"Hmm... Well if you need me I'll be right here!"

	"I d-don't...

	The stony silence that greeted him made him feel so nervous that he couldn't have gone even if he had wanted to. He cast his gaze out the window, to wander for a moment...

	Where had his Aunt gone?

	And if she had gone... How would he ever become a man?

---------

	Bill put a wet towel to his head, enjoying the wet coolness on his skin as he sighed in relief.

	His wife's voice echoed down the stairs.

	"Honey, is the air conditioning on?"

	"For the last time YEAH, it's on full blast! We just gotta face it, this heatwave is kickin' our ass!"

	He laid back, trying to bring his focus back to the game being shown full blast on the large TV in front of him, but finding his mind wondering as exhausted players fumbled the ball, missed throws or simply just fell over in the outrageous heat that seemed to be sweeping the nation.

	Bill turned to gaze outside, looking out through the front window, and stopped at something strange.

	A piece of conglomerated trash shaped in what might have been a Cadillac was parked on the opposite side of the road... but it was moving. Bill's eyebrows rose at what was obviously the up-and-down movements of back-seat fucking, and smirked, leaning in to see if he could get any details through the window.

	His jaw dropped as he realised the windows were open.

	What he saw inside wiped the smile from his face.

	A woman who looked like she had been raised in a bull-fighting pit was slamming her humungous ass down on an unseen figure whose legs were in the air, feet facing him which meant he must have been bent almost in two.

	Bill couldn't believe what he was seeing, sweat droplets no longer connected to the heat forming on his brow as he beheld a brutalising that was about as far from making love as you could get, sweat pouring off the woman's face and down onto the unseen figure even as she grinned in cruel delight, slamming something large between them...

	Bill whinnied.

	It was the largest cock he'd ever seen, the tip unseen, always kept buried deep within the figure. He couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman underneath, but whoever it was had to be losing consciousness as minutes passed without the pace slowing.

	Bill watched for ten minutes, twenty... thirty...

	"Honey! Are you sure the AC is on?!"

	He almost jumped out of his chair, placing the wet towel on his tented crotch before slumping back.

	"IT'S ON!"

	Bill tried his best to look back at the TV, but the devilish lust on the woman's face wouldn't leave his head.

	Outside, Sheila grunted, wiping her forehead, only half-sated by her morning meal.

	"Fuuuck...

	As she gazed down at the mess of sweat, saliva and cum that was Clark, she sighed, her blood-rush lessening. It had been a masterstroke keeping him around whilst she attempted to procure her long-term partner...

	She took out a pair of binoculars, her cock still inside Clark, shifting his insides a little, bringing a small moan from beneath her as she stared at the Bennet household six houses down.

	"C'mon... you gotta leave sometime," she muttered, licking her lips.

	Sheila had finally realised... she wasn't settling for second best. James would be the first and last thing on the menu, and she wasn't going anywhere until she had him... parole or not.

	As she stared, Clark tried to straighten his legs, impossible of course with Sheila inside him.

	"Stop fuckin' strugglin'," she muttered with a hint of mirth, "you'll miss me when I'm gone."

	The oscillating of his butthole on her shaft however, coaxed her lust back into being.

	"Hnn... okay then slut, y'asked for it."

	Clark moaned, not quite sure where he was, or who he was, tensing up as the fleshy pleasure train began to smack into his special place again.

	"Uhn-uhn-uhn!-uhn!-UHN!-"

	Best to have her side dish with her whilst she waited.

	The Cadillac began to rock side to side once more.

	Out of the corner of her eye as she was pounding Clark, she watched the Bennet house, curtains closed, cars stationary.

	Clark's legs began to spasm as he came again, long ropes of cum covering his face and chest.

	Sheila grinned and doubled down, thrusting even harder as he rocked in the throes of his orgasm.

	It wouldn't be a hardship for Sheila to wait...

	She imagined James' face in Clark's place.

	'I'm coming for you bitch.'

	
- Part 4 - Muscled Futa Auntie pursues her quarry...

	James stared at the road, his Mother humming and tapping the dashboard in time to the country music. She had seated her son in the front passenger seat to keep an eye on him, apparently not trusting him out of her sight for longer than a few seconds.

	"I think Lesley is going to love it... you have got the cake haven't you?"

	"Y-yes," he muttered for the fourth time, trying to keep the gloom out of his voice as he held the box squarely on his lap, attention straying to the wing-mirror.

	His little sailor shorts and hat were so outrageous that even he had misgivings about the skimpiness of his new outfit, the shirt moulded to his skin, nipples hard under the semi-see-through top. It worried him that his Mother saw him more as a doll than a fully faceted human being recently.

	Of course he still enjoyed the textures and snug fit.

	His mother continued to tap the wheel with her finger.

	"Good... just checking... wonderful...

	Sometimes James was no longer sure whether she was talking to him or to herself, often repeating things, her eyes nervously darting side-to-side whenever traffic was close. Once or twice whilst driving she had slammed the breaks suddenly over a distant car horn or a nearby engine growl, and proceeded to say things that were quite un-Christian.

	"Would you like a snack shnoogums?"

	"Mmm... okay...

	She reached into the glove compartment and picked up an oat bar, handing it to him.

	"Anything for my beautiful boy," she said, eyes going watery.

	James said nothing, managing to wrestle with the wrapper open and carefully consume it, making sure that nothing crumbled out onto his pristine outfit.

	The guilty pleasure of being fed delicious oats and honey, as well as his usual three meals a day, was something he was happily accustomed to... although recently his comfort eating had taken on a gluttonous undertone, and it seemed that most, if not all of the carbs he'd consumed in the last week had gone straight to his ass, currently squeezed into his seat, cinched between the door and the gearstick.

	He adjusted his swollen glutes, which at least ached less than they had a week ago, making sure not to draw attention to it due to his mother offering to massage his bottom a few days ago.

	"Hn...

	James stared out at the real world which felt like a different planet, fixating on a couple crossing the road in front of them, the girl cute and blond, the man tall and handsome.

	Suddenly he felt as ghostly as his pale skin suggested. In his current circumstances, something like a simple happy human relationship seemed about as attainable as flying to the moon.

	"Well really!" His Mother muttered irritably, staring at the couple as they smiled at each other, walking at an unsatisfactorily less-than-Olympic pace, revving the station wagon's engine.

	As the couple passed, a battered car stopped on the street across from them, but quick as a flash it pulled away.

	"I detest those who flaunt their lack of Christianity," his Mother said primly, fluffing herself up to the fullest extent. "Why should they have to sully us with their discontented lives...

	"Th-they didn't look sad... they could be... married," muttered James.

	"Oh I doubt it... look at them, It's obvious she'll probably get pregnant too soon, most likely he'll turn out to be a layabout... up and leave her... I know their type!"

	Her views had become significantly harsher since 'the incident.' Now everyone who was not in the circle of faith was an enemy, a destroyer of everything good in this world.

	"B-but Mom...

	"Hush now... another oat bar?"

	James' silence was enough of a green light for her to reach into the glovebox once more.

	"Th-thanks mom," he uttered, already attempting to pull the wrapping open.

	"That's Poogums to you," she joked, and James let out a small smile.

	She continued her sermons as they turned off onto a side road with large, lush houses similar to theirs, although most of these were extraordinarily large, and James wondered how he would ever find time to clean one of them if they owned such a place, although with money like this, they would probably pay people to do it. He thought it a shame, as it was such fun to keep a pristine house! What would ladies think of a man who did not know how to dust behind the curtains... ?

	He sighed at the thought, and then hung his head, staring at the huge chocolate cake on his lap. It seemed unlikely many women would be coming to see him anyway, no matter how well he waxed the floors, his Mother now a guard dog, protecting him from potential threats, the outside world, and even himself.

	"We're here!"

	They stopped at a large white house with the American flag proudly from the roof.

	"Now, you stay close to me... here we go!"

	He was ushered out of the baby-blue car, carefully guided up each step to the front door, presented like a girl-scout with cookies, his little hat prodded into a perfectly straight-up position.

	"Annnd... stay right there, perfect!"

	His Mother knocked on the door, and after a few moments, it opened to the sight of a rather large, round woman and her smiling husband.

	"Lesley!"

	"Tammy! Come here!"

	They embraced, and began to gabble at each other.

	"Oh how are you, you look ravishing... have you met James?"

	The woman's eyes turned to him, and he could sense the momentary loss of composure, her wobbly cheeks contorting into something rather ugly at the shorts cinched around his humungous ass, the kiss-me lips and barbie-doll eyebrows before hitching back up into beaming sunshine.

	"Oh he's... lovely!"

	The man next to her stepped forwards, all-American smile fixed on his face with perfectly white teeth on show, shaking Mrs Bennet's hand.

	"It's been a while Tammy."

	"Oh Daniel how wonderful to see you!... It has indeed... have you met my son, James?"

	"Why no! Ah...

	The man stopped like he'd hit a glass pane, his lips creasing downwards, the pearly white teeth disappearing.

	With his short shorts tight around his bottom, and an open shirt that was skin-tight, James couldn't have looked less manly if a bow had been placed on top of his head - Perhaps it might have been preferable to the little white and blue sailor's hat residing there instead.

	"... Daniel."

	He proffered a handshake.

	"J... J...

	James took it, but the shake he gave was so weak that Daniel almost looked like he regretted offering at all.

	"Right, well... if you'll all come in...

	The women went first, jabbering at a hundred miles a minute.

	"Oh where's Graham?!"

	"Couldn't be here, he would have loved it...

	"Absolute darling isn't he!...

	James knew perfectly well his father wouldn't love this, and was probably safely ensconced on the sofa, watching his favourite crime dramas, happy to be given space in his own home from his son and increasingly manic wife.

	They were led past the living room into a beautiful open kitchen and dining area, all cream and hardwoods, tasteful and lived-in at the same time. They settled at the head of the dining table on comfortable chairs, able to see through the giant living room with it's wall-TV and log fireplace, out onto the road.

	Tammy leaned in, already uncorking a wine bottle and pouring.

	"So I MUST tell you about the Christian camp we had back in August, oh it was wonderful! All the people coming with their songs and their guitars... why it was quite the thing!"

	A bang issued from somewhere in the distance, and James' ears perked up. No-one else had heard it. It almost sounded like a car backfire...

	"Oh that sounds wonderful... perhaps James could try it!"

	"Oh absolutely, I believe there's a childs one less than a mile away!"

	"I'm sorry?"

	"For James, it'll be more suitable, no?"

	Mrs Bennet primly smiled.

	"Actually, ah, he's twenty-three...

	"... Oh I apologise... well... ahm... such youthful vigour!" Lesley managed eventually, "... wine?"

	She poured into three glasses, before looking over at James with realisation.

	"Ah how silly of me. Would you like some-?"

	"No," Tammy interrupted quickly, her tone hardening.

	"OH I apologise, I didn't want to intrude!"

	"No, no... it's just it would upset his stomach."

	James tried to perk up.

	"I-It... it wouldn-"

	"How's your business going Daniel?" she stated at a volume that overpowered whatever her son had been trying to say.

	Daniel glanced at James for a moment as the boy quietly shrank back in his seat, before responding.

	"Ah it's... it's going well! Just... moved most of the on-floor stuff to other folks, less salary but as a part owner, well, I pretty much can put my feet up!"

	"Oh absolutely, you've earned it!"

	James listened as politely as he could, trying his best to keep up, although nothing they said really caught him until Lesley honed in on him.

	"And you young man... are you a good Christian?"

	"Oh... yes. I s-say my prayers every night... well... Almost... every night...

	'Apart from when I was with Sheila... '

	His mother's tone was rosy.

	"That's my beautiful boy!"

	She pinched his cheek softly, and James let out an embarrassed laugh, struggling not to think about massive dicks clogging his mouth and anus.

	Lesley smiled.

	"Oh he's one for the Lord, you've raised him right there...

	Daniel raised his eyebrow but said nothing.

	"... What do you like to do besides that young man... sports?

	This time her husband couldn't hold back a snort.

	"Um... I-I don't... not sports... I-I-I like... cleaning.

	The pair regarded him with the air of people looking into sea-creatures at the aquarium, simultaneously fascinated and disgusted by what lay in front of them.

	As James was gazing awkwardly back at Lesley, his attention lengthened to past her shoulder and out of the window.

	To a sliver of bleached blond.

	He blinked.

	Outside was a giant figure leaning against the front porch of the house opposite, sporting a bleach blond buzz-cut.

	"AH... !"

	The table turned to the young man with his eyes wide and alert.

	"What... What is it shnoogums? Is everything alright?"

	His Mother sniffed the air, locked onto his every movement.

	James tried not to make it obvious, making sure it was actually his Auntie he had seen by leaning just to the left, confirmed by swollen, bruising quads pressed through insanely tight gym-shorts, divots and tiny crevasses created between bulging chunks of muscle. Down one leg, an open crotch-bulge was bookended by the tiniest sliver of dark staining.

	James' mouth began to water.

	It was her.

	Aunt Sheila.

	The giant figure began to walk out of view.

	"... Shnoogums?"

	'How did she find me? Is she coming to... save me?!?'

	"Uh... n-nothing."

	His Mother placed a hand on his forehead.

	"Are you ill? We can leave."

	"Uh... N-NO! Just... Can I g-get... some... some fresh air... ?"

	She gave a forcedly polite smile.

	"Oh Shnoogums, after some chocolate cake we can all go outside together!"

	Outside, the figure in the distance simply stared in, arms folded.

	"W-what about just... just me... ?"

	His Mother's expression hardened.

	"The answer is no."

	Daniel raised his eyebrows.

	"Tam really? He's alright! There's nothing in this neighbourhood that's going to hurt him, you'd be safer out there than in a nuclear bunker under the pentagon!"

	Tammy ground her teeth as Lesley giggled.

	"Oh Tammy, go on, he'll be fine!"

	She looked like she wanted to retort, but then she glanced at her two beaming hosts, and gave a long, lingering look at her son, his eyes hopeful.

	"Well... I suppose it might be alright... but just the garden... no wondering off. Do you hear me?"

	"O-of... yes... yes Poogums," he managed, his heart pounding as he slipped off his chair and waddled away, butt-cheeks clapping their approval as he made his way outside, to the rather stilted laughter of their hosts upon seeing the slutty display.

	"Ha- my goodness Tammy... are those ah... real?"

	James didn't hear, blood stream fuelled with fear and excitement at seeing his Auntie.

	What was she going to do to him when she saw him?

	'Help me be a man... stick up to my Mother?... '

	He couldn't even imagine a scenario where he said no to his Mother when she was angry.

	'I probably shouldn't tell her Sheila is here... it would just upset her... '

	James minced to the back of the house and stepped out, before clapping his way all the way round to the side, and peering out over the road.

	Nothing.

	He gazed around, confused.

	All that greeted him were the sprinklers on the front lawn of the house opposite, and the idle cat stretched out on the window.

	"Wh-"

	"Quiet."

	"OOOHHH!-mmph!"

	He nearly jumped out of his skin as something grabbed his face harshly, clamping his jaw shut.

	"Mph!"

	"Shut the fuck up."

	The world span around him as his bottom was jammed him up against the house, a crotch digging uncomfortably into his belly, a hulking monster blocking the sun above him.

	His mother's voice echoed from inside.

	"Shnoogums! Are you alright?"

	Auntie Sheila gave him a warning look, lips curling into a snarl, and slowly released his face.

	"U-uh... Y-yes! P... Poogums!"

	"Need me to come out?"

	"I-I'm FINE!"

	"Oh, I think I'd better go and check, do excuse me...

	Just as he was beginning to panic, other voices spoke out.

	"Oh he's fine you worrying wendy!"

	"Let 'im run around a little... Some more wine?"

	"Oh well... I... Oh go on then, I wouldn't say no to a glass of red...

	Auntie Sheila remained hunched over James until the sounds of nattering began to emanate from the house once more.

	"A-Auntie... how a-"

	She stood up, and unceremoniously lowered the front of her gym shorts, allowing her huge cock and swollen balls to bounce out, fully erect and ready to engage in ritual combat. The prince albert piercing seemed particularly dull and brutish, like an anchor that had been drawn out after years at sea. One of the veins was literally pulsing on the side like some sort of power cable.

	"Suck it."

	"Um... Auntie Sheila... b-before... before we do... I-I wanted to ask...

	Sheila puffed up and exhaled as a hand shot out and grabbed his neck.

	"Uh-!"

	She pulled him to her crotch and aimed her member at his lips.

	"Open."

	He did so, placing his hands carefully on her thighs.

	Maybe she'd let him control it like she had once or twice before... ?

	The cock barrelled into his mouth, and James would have whined if he wasn't already full of lady-sausage as her pubic hair flew towards his forehead.

	"MMH!"

	Her hips hit his forehead, the pubes coarse against his skin, tickling his forehead which made him bleat as the cock throbbed in his throat.

	"Glph!"

	"NNHHHhhh... Good ya remembered how to take a dick...

	She began to pump her hips, nasty little shoves that jabbed the cock back and forth, drawing wet spluttering *GLGHH*s from her Nephew, her pubes thrust heartily against his nose.

	"GlHH-GLHh-GLhh... !"

	Her cock was incredibly hard, like a steel rod was jabbing between his lips, and James surmised that Sheila was mightily enjoying their reunion, having to take a few moments to get used to how humungous she was again, feeling tears run down his cheeks as he tried his best to snort through his nose. The heavy sliding of her pungent dick straight down his throat was quite mind-bending, and his eyes quickly slid into a cross-eyed position, his hands sliding up to begin pinching his own nipples.

	"Good Nephew. NNhhh now ya see, you're gettin' all manly again!"

	"GLHHh bGHlB- BBBughhh Wmmhhuhhhhhh - -"

	Her face-fucking was hearty and deep, James already able to feel her jizm begin to drool into his mouth and throat as she bristled above him, staring down like he was a prize fish that she had caught, her fleshy spear penetrating him, dragging him towards his own destruction.

	She dragged the thing all the way out until only a few inches were in his mouth, and she shoved it sideways in his face. The huge metal tip dug into his cheek as he slobbered on it. Sheila seemed to love humiliating him almost as much as the pleasurable sensations received from his body.

	Her superior smile said it all. She was in heaven.

	"Suck it like a real man."

	He swooned and engaged full cock-hoover mode, slurping like he was gunning for first place at the sperm drinking Olympics, lips tightening so hard around her shaft that not a single drop of liquid could have found it's way in.

	Sheila threw her head back and choked back a cry, running a hand across her own breasts, pinching the nipples harshly.

	"HNNggghh... fuckin' shit...

	The audible moan of pleasure from his auntie kept James in whore mode, trying to drain her balls as Sheila tried to contain it, breathing deeply to draw her focus away.

	She had waited for this... blowing an early load was not on the cards.

	"Good boy... Get off."

	She grabbed his cheeks and pressed, and he spluttered as he was brought out of dick-sucking la-la land, pushed all the way off of the monster that emerged, wet and throbbing, from his throat.

	"GLPHHhuuhh...

	Cum and spit dribbled down his chin, and he lapped it up as she pulled him to his feet and turned him around quickly.

	"Shorts."

	He unclipped the button on the front, lowering the zipper.

	"A-Auntie... don't you want to know how I've b-HNN!?"

	She pulled the shorts from the back, ripping a huge hole in them.

	His gigantic buttocks were presented to Sheila, who licked her lips as she beheld the sight of her most wicked dreams; two white globes with a pink flower hiding in the crevasse, flirting with her.

	"Who gives a fuck how you've been."

	Her huge fingers tore his underwear in two like it was made of paper.

	The spit lathered cock lined up with his bottom.

	"A-auntie Sheila...

	"Yeah?"

	"Urm... W-wwell... um...

	She pressed her cock right up against his entrance.

	"OOH... it's ah... HHUHHHH!"

	The feeling of having a bulbous mushroom stuffed between his legs was still so utterly invasive that his entire body clamped up, grabbing onto the wall in front of him, his body being pressed firmly into a bent-over dick-taking position, his knee nudging the garden hose leaking water gently on the grass.

	The warm metal ball on the piercing of Sheila's cock sliding against his anal rim as it pushed inside him was spine-tingling.

	He made a tiny prayer in his head to the Lord not to look upon him in such a state.

	'Please look away... just a small sin... for the chance to be a real, strong man... of God... I promise... '

	The object of his 'small' sin pressed beneath the rubbery rim of his asshole, and he mewled as her cock began it's steady, wet journey through his insides, ably assisted by the spit he had applied earlier.

	"Oooohhhh... !"

	"Shut the fuck up or ya won't be getting this dick ever again, fuckin' understand?"

	He looked behind him at the rabid creature fusing their bodies together, seeing her gurning face, drooling, thick monobrow?! Furrowed in concentration, hands tight on his buttocks, jiggling them, slapping them, making him coo.

	'Of course she's probably joking... I'm sure she cares about me really?... '

	Her cock slid across something wonderful.

	"EEEeeehhhhh!"

	The light squeal was music to Sheila's ears despite the need for secrecy. It was ridiculously hot how his ass felt easier to slip into than the first time. She'd really stretched him out.

	Soon no other human being would be able to feel the sides by the time she was finished with him... if she continued, he'd probably have to get fucked by a horse to feel something in a few years.

	"Uhhn... Uhnn...

	Somehow the dinner party continued inside unabated, the soft murmurs and occasional shrieking laughter an odd backdrop to the murmurs of James and the grunting of Sheila as they worked together to force her cock deep into his body.

	Her cock pushed through a few inches too quickly.

	"U-UUHHHmyyuuuhHHH!"

	Sheila snarled.

	"Ey, if you want your momma to watch, that's on you. I was gonna go easy on ya, but if you wanna scream your sweet cheeks off, go ahead."

	The air almost left his lungs as her cock was piledriven straight to the centre of his body, and James had to use every last mite of desperation in his body not to release the scream that had come readily prepared to his lips, clutching the fine brickwork of the house as his Auntie's pubic hair nestled firmly in the crack of his ass, her flagpole completely gobbled up between his ass cheeks.

	Sheila smirked, letting a slow breath out as she enjoyed the unique feeling of James' giant peach beneath her. The cock was a now submarine that had just dived submerged into his centre, completely hidden between two pink mountains.

	Noone took her cock like James the pretty little Nephew.

	James felt warm spattering and looked back to see saliva dripping from his Auntie's mouth onto his bottom, her hands caressing it like it was a separate entity to him.

	"A... Auntie... ?"

	She didn't respond, her dance partner barely relevant now she was balls-deep inside the ass to end all asses.

	"Hn, hn...

	"... Urm... I w-wanted to ask before... H-how does... why does all this make me a uh... a man?"

	"Hn?"

	She gave his bottom a light slap, as if enjoying the texture, the way it jiggled back.

	"AHH! Urm... I just mean... not to b-be rude or... but...

	*slap*

	"UHn! I-I don't mean anything by it... I just wanted to check...

	*slap-slap*

	She pressed them inwards so that they cinched even tighter around her cock, and she rippled like a cat that has just finished a morning meal, supremely satisfied by it's catch.

	"UUgh... A-auntie I... UUUUUGHHHHHHHH!"

	A single, powerful stroke drove all language from his mind.

	"Ohhh... Ohhhh Auntiiieuhh...

	Sheila just licked her lips.

	"Come on, scream ya fuckin' slut. You want your Momma out here screeching and hollerin', so keep it up... But if you wanna enjoy a little quality time with yer auntie in peace, shut the fuck up."

	*SCHWAP-SCHWAP*

	"UH... uhnnn!"

	The sailor's hat fell to the floor, James' head head rocked by the brutal motions, only just managing to choke back the cries coaxed towards freedom by the evil double-stroke. It left his legs shaking.

	"Uhhg... O-okay A-AUH-uhhnn!"

	It was impossible to keep in his whore squeals, instead turning them into hushed moans of drivelling whoreishness.

	'God forgive me - oh fuuuck!'

	*SCHWAAP*

	"Fffuuuuhhhghhh...

	Somehow preventing himself from swearing felt like a tiny win in a decimation, saliva filling his mouth as heat from her cock was plunged into him. Somehow the feeling flowed into his own gentle cock which swelled like a baby carrot, bursting to be free of his shorts, which, having been split from behind, were close to falling down his jerking thighs.

	"Huhhhhh... !"

	His girlish whimpers seemed to rev his Auntie up, and her strokes became rapid, eight inches of cock appearing and disappearing into his butthole so fast that the stimulations were causing his brain to melt.

	"UH-uH-uh-hu-uhuh...

	She fucked him up against the wall so hard that he was seeing stars, terror and ecstasy writ large on his face as his Auntie sodomised him to heaven.

	"UUUhhh-ufff-ufff-uffu - uufffhhhh!"

	The wet slapping of wet cock and anus breached the neighbourly peace pervading the trees around them, the chirp of birds punctuated by a heavy bleat from James where Sheila's prince albert had nudged something particularly wonderful, the lawnmower from three doors down accented with steady grunting from his Aunt who seemed almost enraged by how good her Nephew's pillowy cheeks felt against her hips again.

	*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

	"HNNN... yeah you fuckin' slut, take that dick like you were BORN TO!"

	James had to winch his mouth shut with all his might, high-pitched mewls emanating from between clamped lips.

	"MMMHHHHHHH!"

	Sheila began to rumble in time with her thrusts.

	"NNnuh-hn-huh!" she grunted, making sure to keep her voice down, but at one moment needing to lean over and hickey James so hard he trembled, tears trailing down his cheeks at the marks her teeth left.

	"UUHhhghh... uguhhhffuughhh...

	He could feel her utter devotion to his breeding in the way her cock throbbed odiously against his anal walls whenever she bottomed out inside him, and for a moment they froze.

	Would this be the moment she filled him?

	His anus contracted, expecting the release.

	'But she never usually finished so quick... Maybe she's worried Mom will find o-.'

	Without telling him her intentions, she pulled her cock from him, James' legs giving way as he lost the second spine that had been keeping him upright.

	"HN!"

	He collapsed to the floor, coming to rest in a foetal position for a moment, the softness of the grass rather pleasant on his face until a short slap to his buttocks brought him back to his senses.

	*THWAP*

	"Uhn!...

	Her grin was eager, showing all her teeth, one of which he had discovered early on was chipped at the back whenever she forced him to explore her mouth with his tongue.

	"Just because I know ya like it."

	"I... I don't know if...

	"I do."

	He bleated as he was hoisted upwards and against the wall of the house.

	"Ohhhh AUNTI-NNNNnnnnnmmmmm!"

	*Plap-plap-plap!*

	She began to motor his insides whilst staring into his soul, James able to see the brutal greed in her eyes, grateful at least that she kept her arms around him so that he wasn't squeezed between her and solid brick.

	The huge shaft piledrived between his cheeks, James moaning as he felt the full length sliding through his anal rim.

	*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

	He reached out, dizzy, drooling, placing his hand on her hair, feeling the roughness of her buzz-cut.

	She closed her eyes and pushed into his hand, for a moment enjoying the feeling of her Nephew enjoying her body.

	When her eyes opened, both participants could feel the other in full heat, quivering, ready for more.

	"Don't think that being cute is gonna make me go slower, slut" she snarled, a sick grin twisted on her harsh features.

	"I-I know," he murmured back.

	"Good... now suck on my tits!"

	He obediently reached down and latched onto a nipple, the metal piercing difficult to work around.

	"Careful with the merchandise, cunt," she smirked.

	He moaned and slobbered onto the nipple, his neck grabbed and shifted to the other side.

	"Suck!"

	He obediently did so, trying not to roll the metal around too much in his tongue, lest it discomfort his Auntie.

	Sheila seemed incredibly happy with his work, grunting every time he sucked, which alternated with his puppy yips as she began burying her cock deep in his ass again.

	*Pap-pap-pap*

	"Mh!-Mh!-MMH!"

	He screeched into her nipple, the prince albert snapping at a place that made him fully lose himself to his inner whore.

	Her arms around him, tits in his face, penis pounding into the very depths of his being, James could feel his body flying towards a full-body orgasm, his legs shaking in the air as she fucked upwards into him, pulling him down so his body and ass were compressed onto her penis. To James, through his haze of ecstasy, it almost felt big and virulent enough to impregnate him.

	He scrunched his eyes shut as the orgasm overtook him, legs fluttering in the air.

	"Keep yer eyes open!" she hissed.

	He opened to the sight of his drooling, savage Auntie baring her teeth, spitting onto his face with small flecks every time she breathed, the smell of her mouth meaty and odorous, as if she'd consumed a greasy steak and forgotten to brush.

	She shoved her face forwards and slammed her tongue to the edge of his throat, and the smell was very much confirmed by his tastebuds picking up the stench of her last two meals.

	He could only moan in delight and self-loathing as he was plugged from both ends by a member of his own family.

	"MPHG-MPH-MPH!"

	He was swallowing Sheila's tongue, her cock was pounding a place inside him that was so sensitive he was sweating, her hands were clamped so tight to his buttocks that his poufy globes were etched around each of her fingers.

	His eyes rolled up as the orgasm broke him. Only his Auntie could make him feel like this.

	"MMMH!... MHHHHHHHH!"

	Only she brought him what he needed.

	'Fuck... Mmmhhh... yeah fuckin' bitch... '

	"MMMHHHH!-"

	The bitch squeals came easily now, signalling his unconfined joy at having his bottom slain, penetrated and defiled by Sheila's shlong.

	"Yeah, that's it bitch," Sheila grunted before latching onto his lips once more, fucking him whilst he came.

	The heavy metal piercing in her cock was awful and yet wonderful in how it seemed to prod his special places, and James screamed into his Auntie's pungent mouth as it caught something perfect. She roared back with gusto, the two sounds muffled by each other's lips, enough that their union just about remained unnoticed by the occupants of the dining room, Tammy Bennet continuing to clink glasses and gossip the afternoon away.

	Sheila's whole body tightened on James like a straight-jacket and, completely immobilised, he felt the spear in him pulse, and began to expunge a rioting flood of viscous lava into his body.

	"MMMMMhhh... MMMMHHHH...

	Sheila spasmed, keeping her tongue rolling inside his mouth to plug the noise. No escape for her dirty little slut as she finally inseminated him once more.

---------

	Wafts of meat and salivating juices fluttered into their nostrils as the dining folk leaned over the piping hot casserole.

	"This looks wonderful!"

	"Oh thank you Tam!"

	"Let's say Grace...

	"Hang on... where is Shnoogums?"

	"Oh he'll be fine the little scamp!"

	"Well, I just worry... He's not eaten in nearly an hour... We only had two oat bars in the car... maybe he's hungry...

	Lesley put an arm around her shoulder.

	"Tam... I know you worry... but that's all you've done so far today! Listen, you've done such a wonderful job of bringing up a fine... upstanding, Christian boy. Take the weight off...

	Tammy sighed and nodded.

	"Well... I suppose...

	Tammy leaned in.

	"Speaking of upstanding... I heard your daughter Rita is a bit of a catch?"

	The couple grinned.

	"Oh stop it... she's our little angel... just looking for the right God-loving boy to pair her up with!"

	"Ah well... Perhaps we should get her and my James on a little play date!"

	Immediately their expressions became defensive.

	"OH well... not yet obviously... in a few years... when she's finished university...

	"Yes, no need to rush these things...

	Tammy swilled her wine as she spoke eagerly.

	"But surely starting a family is best done young! Why it sounds like a match made in heaven...

	Daniel gave a tight-lipped smile.

	"Oh but your son he's... well he's just so great, we wouldn't want our Rita bringing him down"

	Lesley's voice was a little harder.

	"We should not try to predict what the Lord wants for us!"

	"Oh... right... Tammy managed.

	"You know how it is...

	Lesley's tone changed to a rosier one.

	"OH but, I tell you, the Masons down the road have a few girls that might be perfect for a young man like your James...

	Mrs Bennet sniffed, before the smile crept back on her face.

	"Oh well... I suppose...

	"Now Tam... would you do us the honour of saying Grace? This meal isn't going to eat itself!"

	"Well... If you insist...

	"I do!"

	She managed a smile once more and linked hands with each of them.

	"Oh Lord, we thank you for this bountiful food that you bring us, please bless this meal that we have tonight, and may you watch over us always. Amen."

	She looked at the empty seat where James should have been.

	Danny noticed immediately and leaned over.

	"Hey, cheer up Tam, I'm sure he's havin' a lovely time playing with nature... As our lord intended!"

	"Ha, yes... yes of course...

---------

	"UGH-UGH-UGH-UUHHHHHHHH!"

	Auntie Sheila's hand on his shoulder kept James firmly in place, bent over the garden bench as she jabbed her dick right into the centre of his body.

	*Schwap*

	"HUH!"

	*Schwap*

	"Huh!"

	His moans were louder now, sweat rolling down his face and back as he was speared at the end of his Auntie's pork-sword.

	The clapping cheeks echoed round the garden, James' thick, fuckable ass put to use like never before, Sheila pounding him with easy, long strokes which made his bones rattle, and occasionally a few words would emerge alongside the grunts.

	"Fuckin' take it."

	*SCHWAP*

	"Mmmhuhh... Hope God's enjoying the view of your fuckin' anus filled with my cock...

	"A-Aunt-HUH!... Sh-should we p-HUH!-n-no not HUH!... use our Lords n-HUH!...

	*SCHWAP*

	The ass-cheeks allowed her to clap them and rebound with full force, such was the pleasant cushion and bounce of the two slutty pillows.

	He let out a strangled scream, which she immediately cut off with an arm round his neck, and suddenly James collapsed as her full weight fell down on his back, her nipple piercings digging into his shoulder blades as she crushed him to the grass, her other hand settling fully on his mouth, almost covering his entire face, wrapping it tight like a huge meaty face-mask.

	"Mmm... MMHH-!"

	Hunkered over him, James completely immobilised, she began a blistering pace of fucking that drove terror and abominable pleasure into his body, the claps of her hips on his butt-cheeks scattering a few of the birds in the trees, fucking him to the point that the shimmering veil between reality and unreality lowered for a moment, and James gazed into an abyss of carnal lust that poured those special sensations deep into his brain, the way she used him with no thought for his safety or feelings enabling her to bull through barriers of permission and perversion.

	Only the feeling mattered.

	Bliss and ever-knowing pleasure raced round his bloodstream, her cock the instrument of his destruction as his insides lit up like a Christmas tree.

	Her bicep cut off some of his breathing, hand on his mouth clamped so tight it was making his face ache, but the cocktail of his Auntie's smell, her driving, brutal thrusts, her heaving weight on his own when combined with oxygen deprivation and a perverse layering of pain and pleasure was doing something truly special to his young, impressionable brain.

	*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

	Pain and worming, sickly pleasure was driven into him by the deep fucking of his ass, the cock stimulating his depths.

	His body began to spasm, dog-whines of utter submission emanating from the young man as he was bred by the bull enveloping him physically and mentally, breaking him down into his component parts and reassembling him as her personal slut.

	*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

	"Mmm-mmph-mmmggh!"

	Sheila knew what she wanted now - to extract every last drop of pleasure from her perfect Nephew, until the day she died.

	"MPH-MPPH-MPHh-MPHH!"

	Rock-hard hips smacked against his buttocks, those sore, red-raw cheeks that had been abused for so many days being abused once more, the full weight of Sheila's bull-glutes thrusting into him, shunting her fourteen inches of heaving cock straight into his pink bullseye.

	James gurned, lost in every perverted touch of his Auntie's. Her body odour was worse than he'd ever smelt it, old sweat baked in the sun, ripping through his nostrils and providing a brutal tang that would clog his sinuses for days.

	"MPH-MMM-MPH-!"

	His Auntie began to shake, and she clamped so tight it was like being ten miles under the ocean, everything around him squeezing him, compressing him, until he was a tiny boyish ball in a mountain of muscle and violence, her cock the shining beacon inside him, lighting the way to an orgasm so brutal that he thought his heart and brain might explode simultaneously.

	"MMh-MMHh-MHHP!"

	The young frame was shaken like he had been shoved in a blender.

	Two fingers inserted themselves into his mouth.

	He screeched into his Auntie's fingers, plugged from both ends as he was brought to orgasm like a sordid slut, his whole body shaking, overcome.

	At the same time, Sheila made one final, rapier-thrust of her broadsword, squarely swinging her hips to meet his butt-cheeks with enough force to batter through a front door, the hip-slap sounding like a spade hitting a piece of meat as her balls tightened, and all the release she had been saving for her Jesus-loving slut of a nephew came in a torrent of piping hot dick-lava that exploded over his insides like a volcano, basting every last inch of his insides in seconds.

	James's limbs shook, his mouth open and drooling, tongue lolling as his belly began to expand, toes and fingers curling as his insides were drenched in a boiling sludge of semen, the pillar sitting in the centre of his world throbbing and jerking upwards, causing that metal ball to punt his happy place at just the right moment.

	"UUGHHHNN!"

	Heat flooded the front of his tattered boy-shorts as he came, his cute baby balls releasing all of his innocence in stream after stream, wet patches appearing in the denim as it soaked through the material.

	Somewhere inside, his Mother laughed at an offhand statement from Lesley as she swilled her wine, unaware of her beautiful son being poleaxed less than ten metres away.

	His Auntie grunted, slobbering against his ear as she clutched him tight, her whole weight pinning him to the grass, locking his body so she could enjoy his useless spasming, feeling his muscles trying unconsciously to break free of her grip, the cheeks tight against her like two huge meaty pillows, supporting her weight.

	"Uhnnn yeah... that's the good shit," she grunted, ecstatic at finally being able to reconnect with the most perfect ass God ever created, currently split asunder by her mighty mace.

	The boy's cheeks tightened around her shaft for a moment alongside a body-length spasm, although whether that was in response to her statement or just uncontrollable was unclear.

	"Unn... Oohh...

	The boy's eyes were lidded, blinking slowly.

	Sheila grinned as she picked herself up, unsticking her tits from his back. A droplet of sweat from her forehead dripped down onto the boy's spine and ran all the way down to his sweet cheeks, adding to a small pool in the crevasse just shy of his buttocks.

	His anus still felt sensational clamped to the hilt of her shaft like a padlock.

	Sheila rippled, wiping the sweat from the underside of her tits where it had collected quite heavily during their session.

	She didn't know how much time she had... trying to stay practical was awfully difficult with such a perfect booty beneath her...

	Then again, she wasn't here to play short.

	"HNN...

	An animal grunt rolled from her lips as she began to pull out the cloying monster from the swampy depths of James' butthole.

	*Splluurrrgghhh*

	A gurgle bubbled up from his depths as he felt the brute squelching across his insides once more, leaving an emptiness that was all-consuming.

	"UH... Uhhhhh-!"

	'God it feels like I'm... losing an organ... '

	"Ohhh... ohh...

	For a moment she watched as steam rose off his back and funnelled straight out of his asshole as Sheila stood over the bent over figure, her cock hovering at his ass, as if begging to be let off the leash once more.

	Eventually she made up her mind.

	"C'mon bitch."

	Her hand enclosed his arm, and he was dragged towards the side-gate.

	"A-Auntieee Sheila?..." he murmured, drool spattering his chin, the young figure's knees shaking as he tried to stand up, feet dragging across the pavement.

	She ignored him, marching him out of the side gate, and off down the street, his butt-claps now so wet and squelchy from all the cum inside them that it sounded like his ass was still being fucked whenever it moved.

	*squelch - clap! - squelch - clap! - squelch*

	Neighbours might have heard from their living room window some water balloons being bounced, or perhaps two wet plungers walking down the street, looking around in confusion, unaware of the boy whose pipes and mounds were clapping happily behind him, whilst still glued together with cum.

	As they walked, hand in hand like some perverted pup and it's owner, he looked into a house where a man and woman were watching television.

	Their eyes snapped to the pair walking down the road, and their eyes became round as they tried to process the scene before them.

	The boy was definitely limping, half-dragged by the giantess walking in front of him.

	His cheeks were just as warm as the swamp inside him as they sat up off the sofa to watch them move out of view.

	'Oh this is so embarrassing!... But where is she taking me?'

	Suddenly the stifling warmth of his mother's embrace didn't seem quite so awful, glancing at muscles on his Auntie's glutes that he'd never seen on another person, ridges and power cables that seemed to surge and oscillate with each step.

	'Am I going to live with Auntie Sheila?'

	The rusted, broken Cadillac came into view, parked next to an empty house.

	'What if Mom says I can never go back... ? She cut everyone else off... Sheila too... '

	Finally James' legs could take it no more, and he collapsed on the grass beside the sidewalk, a wet squelchy fart leaving his ass as he landed on it.

	*Spluugcchhh*

	He wondered what they were eating back Lesley and Daniel's house.

	'I bet the food is lovely... just like my Moms'... '

	Sheila looked behind, equally pleased and annoyed at how thoroughly James had been railed.

	"Nnnh...

	"Fuck... I shoulda remembered what a fucking cock-loving whore you are, gettin' fucked until ya can't even stand up...

	"A-Auntieee... could we not... s-swear... Thank you so much for your cock inside m-me... ohhhh... But we should not... uhhh...

	He slumped in the grass, limp.

	Auntie Sheila was about to pick him up, when she paused.

	Her bitch-breaking senses tingled.

	Something still needed to happen.

	Her eyes peeled.

	Some inexperienced doms would try to force their subs to obey them. What Sheila had learnt over many years of pounding boy-pussy, was that giving a slut like James the option to choose would only solidify him as her piece of fuck-meat for life... if he chose correctly.

	If she wanted him to be her true slave... The bitch needed to make a decision for himself.

	"Ey."

	James jerked up as two loud finger snaps in front of his face roused him.

	"Hnn?"

	She grabbed his head and pulled it up so she was looking at a terrifying, angelic demon who blotted out the sun.

	"Do you wanna come live with me?"

	"Hnnn? A-Auntieeee..."

	She slapped him lightly on the chin.

	"Don't fuckin' auntie me... If you don't get to my fuckin' car right now, I'll leave. You CRAWL if ya have to... got it?"

	"Y... o-ok...

	She shook her head.

	"Fuckin' slutboy... If ya don't wanna be a man, you can go back to yer fuckin' mom's basement."

	James rolled, eyes watering, his delicate, pasty skin roasting in the afternoon sun, exactly halfway between Sheila's car and Lesley's house.

	Back down the road, he could see his Mother's car waiting outside, shining baby blue paintwork unscratched, safe and reliable.

	Warmth, food at his beck-and-call, and over-bearing affection spoke to him.

	He turned his head to the dented, almost crumpled inwards fender of Sheila's Cadillac, leading to a life of discovery, of possible dangers... and brutal, unflinching bodily exploration.

	His anus quivered, as if fearing the savagery to come.

	Above him, Sheila leered, a wet patch spreading against her inner thigh where her womanhood was drooling.

	"Make yer decision... I ain't waiting for you to roast, piggy."

	James winced, and spoke up to Sheila.

	"B-but... M-mom...

	A vein in Shieila's temple throbbed.

	"Fuckin stupid bitch. Whaddya want with her?"

	"Will... will I still be able to visit?"

	Sheila jerked her head.

	"What the fuck do you wanna visit for?"

	His voice was quiet.

	"W-well... Poogums might be worried...

	'And what if Sheila just does the same as my Mom and never let's me go anywhere... '

	Sheila snarled.

	"You got two choices. Stop yappin' and pick one."

	James looked at the rusted Cadillac, and then at the blue estate car.

---------

	A slimy, sunburnt figure crawled towards the back door, his knees and hands rough and scraped. The hickey on his neck hurt, and he wasn't sure how he smelt, although his Auntie's cum and breath were thick in his throat.

	'Just... act... natural... '

	He pulled himself up on shaky feet, and twisted the door handle.

	One step inside was one too many, and the best smile he could hope for left his face as he toppled to the kitchen floor.

	"Oof!"

	"Shnoogums? Is that you?"

	"Come through little guy!... Sorry, young man I meant to say... Did you enjoy the garden?"

	"I'm sure he did!"

	James struggled to his feet, and made the final few steps to the dining room.

	"Here he is... see? He's all... Jesus Christ...

	"Honey! Don't use the lord's n-... Fuckin' hell in a handbasket...

	"What? Shnoogums, are you al-... -right."

	All three faces paused in states of utter shock.

	James managed a bleary-eyed smile as the faces of every person at the table went paper-white, taking in the shirtless, lobster red, sweat-ridden form of James, his shorts soaked, the smell of sweat and something musky and tangy that seemed almost exactly like cum infesting the room.

	"Y... y-yeah... I-I'm fine...

	White liquid was leaking openly from his anus as he minced as best he could, although a solitary, subtle wet clap made his Mother's ears prick, and a whine escape her throat.

	"Ah... sh... shnoogums... what... what happened...

	"Looks like he uh... had a good run-around... Lesley managed, looking like she was about to vomit.

	James weaved towards the table.

	His legs gave way again.

	He fell, face forwards onto the table, and as he did a wet, cloying fart issued loud enough that everyone heard it, a wet *spluurgghhh* that was followed immediately by a doubling of the miasma of cum in the room, Lesley and Daniel retching as it infected their sinuses.

	"Jesus!...

	"What in God's...

	"Sh-Shnoogums?!"

	His Mother raced to him, her face ghostly white.

	Down his skin-tight boy-shorts, white liquid was trickling.

	In fact on closer inspection it looked like his shorts were wet through, and potentially holding in a mountain of cum.

	She could barely assemble words together, gaze whirling around the room for the source of her son's sodomy as she grabbed his shoulders.

	"I... We're leaving...

	Lesley gave the boy a furtive look, evidently quite horrified, yet still bound by her customary charm to be a perfect host.

	"Oh are you sure?... We were um... hoping to furnish ya'll with our famous blueberry p-"

	"I SAID WE'RE LEAVING!" Tammy Shrieked, and the couple jerked back, openly relieved as as Tammy Bennet dragged the broken, half-naked form of her son to the door.

	"Jesus... does he... need some water?" uttered Daniel.

	"HE'S FINE!" Tammy snapped, racing to the car with James' legs attempting to weave him side to side.

	"Come on...

	Her eyes darted left and right, her face a white mask as she opened the back door and fed James onto the back seat.

	"You go there... I'll... I'll go slow... just...

	"Thanks Ppphoogggmmmsm" dribbled James, a bleary smile scrawled on his features, eyes unfocused. The world went dark as the car slowly pulled away under a sunny sky.

---------

	In a tiny flat close to the centre of the city, Bartender Clark Vincent Brown gingerly made his way to the kitchenette (taking two steps from the couch,) and winced as his asshole ached. It hadn't felt normal since that woman...

	'Pounded me like a train.'

	He whinnied, and took a few calming breathes, remembering her penis clogging his throat... the virile musk of it, the stench and tang filling his sinuses.

	In fact, the stench was still very much apparent by how much had ended up in his stomach.

	Trying not to get an erection, he shivered and began slowly collecting the ingredients he needed, eggs, some cheap meat, butter and oil.

	Omelettes were quick and easy... and they provided a contrast to frozen pizza.

	Today, he just needed anything as long as it filled his stomach with something other than...

	*THUD-THUD*

	The hairs stood up on the back of his neck.

	"Who... who is it... ?" he murmured.

	"You know who it is, slut," said the voice, gruff and deep.

	Hormones in Clark's poor, newly adult body went into overdrive, adrenaline from fear, arousal and confusion beginning to course through his limbs.

	"O-okay!... Oh... coming...

	He limped to the door.

	"If ya don't open quickly, it's gonna be worse."

	He sobbed and staggered the final few feet, grabbing at the latches, managing to peel them off and throw the door open.

	His heart began to pound.

	She stood larger than the frame, a bruising shadow falling across him.

	"H... Hi... I thought...

	"Plans changed... she spat, walking through him, Clark squeezed against the wall as she stomped into his room, scratching her hair. In the studio apartment, she looked like a full-sized bear had wandered in.

	"Hnn... you got a TV right?"

	"Y... yes," he said, gesturing to the decent sized TV sat barely two metres from the sofa.

	"Nice...

	She grabbed the remote, hunched down on the sofa, making it look hilariously small as it creaked odiously under her weight.

	Immediately Monster trucks were on the screen.

	Sheila grunted and chucked the controller on the small space still on the sofa.

	"I'll be here for a few days, maybe more."

	"Oh... o-okay...

	He closed the door slowly, already eyeing her bulge nervously, walking slowly back to the ingredients sitting on his counter.

	Just as he was about to turn the heat on, he heard a snap of Sheila's fingers.

	When he looked, he knew what she wanted.

	Clark turned the stove off, limped over, fell between her knees, and began to rub the huge bulge welded to her thigh.

	Sheila grinned.

	"You're gonna get some real life lessons boy, don't you worry about that."

	Clark gulped, and gingerly unzipped Sheila's flies.

	
- Part 5

	
- Chapter 1 - Sheila pursues her twink nephew to bible camp, with friends

	James stared at his Mother's gaunt face. Lit from beneath by the glare of the car headlights, it was not a comforting sight; her eyelids seemed glued open, her face papery white and standing out in the darkness.

	"W... where are we going?"

	The surrounding forest was lost in inky night, phantom shapes making James' imagination run wild, any towns or farmhouses having long since left them miles down the road. It felt like they were going uphill...

	At least it wasn't just endless desert anymore.

	"Q-Quiet Doogums," she said, her voice sounding strained despite the nonchalance she tried to inject into it.

	"I... I-I'm Shnoogums, not Doogums... Dad's not here...

	"Quiet," she rasped, her eyes so wide that it seemed like they rather than the car were spilling thin, blinding beams out into the darkness; the only source of light other than the moon hanging above them, too far from civilization to offer warmth or comfort.

	James nervously squirmed in his chair, happy at least that he could wear his favourite denim bootie-shorts that rode up his asshole like a thong. It hadn't crossed his mind when his Mother had woken him at midnight and told him to wear 'whatever he wanted,' that things might take a turn for the worse. He had assumed that perhaps, she was finally starting to see the manliness of her son, even if it was slightly different to most men.

	'My Auntie was making me a man... sort of... Well, she said that's what we were doing... '

	He shivered as he thought about his Auntie Sheila's huge pole battering against his insides, and slid a hand across his front in case the warmth flowing to his legs got a little too exciting.

	'It's kinda weird but it makes me feel more manly... '

	It was a shame his Mother didn't agree.

	James stared out into the darkness, wondering where they were going whilst idly remembering his Auntie's throbbing shaft flexing against his fingers.

	Mother had been... Protective throughout his life. In the last few weeks however, insanity had set in. She would stare out of the curtains, eyes peeled, then whip the drapes shut, shooting a horrified glare at James before picking up the phone, making to call someone, slamming it down... peering out again.

	She didn't make breakfast any more... and when she did, she was more concerned with James being out of view of any windows than feeding him.

	"There it is!"

	James jerked in his seat, staring out into the darkness.

	There: a light, growing between the trees. It seemed far off, and James felt the car dipping forwards slightly as they began to approach a series of long bends through the forest. The lights became brighter, and he watched as their headlights hit a large sign.

	'CAMP LOVE-EAGLE.'

	Beside it stood two faded American flags above some stone angels and a rather dilapidated version of the twelve stations of the cross hewn out of ugly hunks of wood.

	"Camp... Love-Eagle... ?" James repeated slowly.

	"Yes Shnoogums," Tammy said in a clipped, strange voice, "it's for young people like you... special people... y-you'll be staying here... They're very good at helping the sinful who need to be protected...

	"Oh... sinful?"

	His Mother either hadn't heard, or didn't bother replying.

	"Okay... Will they let me clean things?"

	"You'll do what they tell you!" she snarled, and James shrank as his Mother seemed to transform for a moment into some sort of harpy before allowing a strained smile on her face, "this will be good for you... yes... a little time away... from everything...

---------

	Clark felt something stringy in his teeth and pulled it out, staring at it in front of his stilly spotty face in the cracked bathroom mirror.

	Another pube. This one stretched out was nearly as long as his hand. It was just crazy... how did she even grow her bush that big... was she part mammoth?

	"Huh... really making the most of yourself Clark," he sighed, "great plan; living alone... make house parties... girls...

	The plan hadn't exactly been going well even beforeSheila had showed up, and any plans he had hoped to achieve were quickly thrown out of the window in her wake.

	He checked his asshole and winced. It was still sore. Well, nowadays it was always sore; getting buttfucked night and day between bar shifts meant he was often limping around, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Not exactly what he had envisioned upon leaving the nest.

	"BOY, where ya at?!?"

	He jumped, knowing that brushing his teeth was pointless now that Sheila had called, and shouldered his way out of the bathroom, wading through discarded dirty clothes to a huge figure hunched over on his sofa, naked as the day she was born, although possessing certain features that she was certainly not born with, mainly a pair of enormous tits that stuck out unnaturally from her body like bazookas. Between her legs, a truly monstrous penis lay on the sofa, drooping two-thirds over the side like a tired snake, the prince albert piercing like an anchor on the prow of a mighty ship.

	On the TV opposite, the football highlights blared.

	Sheila grunted as she hefted the huge metal dumbbell in her arm, lifting it as if she were simply checking the precise weight rather than repping it, the cables in her arms bulging as the weight went up and down, up and down. A sheen of sweat was the only sign of how heavy it was, one tiny drop of sweat falling from her temple and landing on the head of her penis.

	Clark couldn't help murmuring in approval. She was a specimen beyond anything God could have imagined... then again, he reckoned quietly to himself that God might have had less to do with Sheila than the other guy, as she finished with a final snarl, and placed the weight with a *THUMP* down on the floor.

	"Food."

	He cooed and shifted to fall to his knees in front of her.

	"Ey, me first," she grunted, although she nodded her approval at his eagerness. "Heh... but ye might get a good opportunity if ye keep that up."

	"Oh... an opportunity?"

	"Mmmhm."

	"What op-"

	"Shut the fuck up and cook."

	"Y-Yes Ma'am!"

	She leant back, sprawling into the couch where her sweat soaked into the material, eyes glued to the game. The upholstery had started to smell like an armpit pretty quickly, and Sheila had spent the majority of her time there, with Clark forced into various lurid and un-masculine positions on and around her.

	To a commentary of "Fuckin' sack him!", "You can't catch shit Carswell," and "BULLSHIT!", Clark carefully put together a stack of protein pancakes dolloped in sugar-free maple syrup (he had been forced in no uncertain terms to re-work his cooking palate, and as a consequence could feel his own pasty white body getting a little firmer, mainly in the ass, legs and abs area from having to ride and take Sheila's dick so often.)

	Weaving to the woman, he placed the tray carefully on the table.

	She grabbed it without cutlery, and began to grunt and growl as she tore into them, taking huge bites and chewing with her mouth open, nodding slightly as she did so, which was his sign that she liked the food.

	He sighed.

	"Least if I need to get a job feeding the next Arnold Schwarzenegger, I'll be prepared...

	"HHng?"

	"N-nothing!"

	Sheila fixed him with a wary eye, which never usually meant anything good, before thankfully eyeing the game once more.

	'Phew.'

	After a few minutes, the pancakes were gone, and Sheila leant back in the chair, further indenting the place she would sit regularly, to the point he was quite sure the couch now had a permanent Sheila-dent in it.

	"C'mere."

	He crawled up to her.

	"BBrruughhhh!"

	She burped into his face, and the smell of half-digested protein pancakes mixed with non-sugar maple syrup made his eyes water.

	"Good food, slut. Yuh learning."

	"Thank you Ma'am... Y-you're welcome."

	"Now, get down n' suck out your food."

	He nodded, and knelt between her legs to come face-to-face with the fore-arm sized hog pulsing and dribbling white gravy already as she burped again, contented.

	"Brrruughghh... Hn, time to check where that bitch is hiding...

	She pulled her phone out, and Clark didn't need to glance to know what she was looking at. He knew he wasn't anything serious to her. That was clear... She'd called him 'Nephew' more than once whilst fucking him. Whatever, Clark was scared and spineless enough to let her fuck him like a cock-sleeve until she was ready to move off his patch...

	The dick pulsed as he raised his hand to it, and he shivered, watching the purple mushroom ooze cum from it's slit like a slavering dog.

	"Ey, you just gonna fuckin sit down there or you gettin' to work?!"

	"OOuhh... Y-Yes Ma'am!"

	He shoved his face right up into her balls, feeling the stretchy skin sliding against his face, the two smelly, warm testicles bouncing around in the sack. He tried his best not to get too intimate whilst still stimulating them. A large hand put paid to his measly plans by grabbing his head and crushing it right into the sweaty, hairy stink of her package, Clark sobbing as her musk invaded his senses. It was similar to being dunked in a swamp.

	"GLHHph-!"

	He shivered and squirmed as the wiry pubic hairs covering her nutsack rubbed nastily against his face, powerful ball sweat covering his nose and eyelids, somehow stickier and oilier than from any other body part as Sheila burped again, licking some food from between her teeth whilst staring at the phone.

	Even through the brain-melting haze of man-scent, Clark knew what she was seeing. The same thing as always.

	A small icon, some location tracker that she must have placed somewhere, would show up, always at the same address. Then, a camera hidden in a tree across from the house. It was always the same, and the location was always the same pretty ordinary house in the suburbs.

	He knew it was her Nephew, the slutty-looking girl-boy kid with a huge ass, that she wanted.

	"GLLphh."

	'Fucking weird kid... Why can't she just go get him? Then she'd just leave me alone... '

	He had hoped that would happen soon, but that hope had dwindled over the following weeks, wincing as she slid him up and down her balls, down to her taint where her hot peaches rested on his forehead, her smelly sweat rubbing onto his face, the area between her asshole and balls incredibly hot and cloying.

	'I'm fucked forever... Literally... '

	The Nephew's family never seemed to leave any more other than to purchase groceries, and the kid hadn't been seen in ages, not even walking out the front door. He might not even be there any more...

	'God, the sooner she has him, the sooner Sheila will leave me, and maybe I can start my life again... '

	The cock rested over his head, like a blasphemous and undignified hat.

	As he felt a trickle of warm liquid drop down his back, Sheila's ballsacks still ripe in his sinuses, Clark briefly considered what his pathetic existence had sunk to.

	Clark's life had gone from the mundanity of attempting job applications and occasionally seeing friends whilst working the bar, to being a permanent vassal for Sheila's lurid sex-athons. He had been forced to stop seeing friends, or applying for jobs in the wake of Sheila, who like a hurricane had blown any extracurricular activities aside and replaced them with a very strict curriculum of getting fucked in the ass, and sucking her cock; as well as, currently, getting face-planted into her ballsack.

	"GLPPHH!"

	'Please weird Nephew... Give yourself up... go to her... anything... just save me... '

	He didn't care about the kid. He just wanted to Sheila happy so she would leave him alone, and he could forget about all of this.

	As he turned these thoughts over, the figure above him shifted, her thighs rippling either side.

	"Huh... Well that's interestin'...

	"Glmph?"

	Her grip retracted from his hair as she began to type with both hands. Despite himself, his head pulled away from her sack to glance upwards hopefully.

	"Wh... what?...

	A hand came back and slapped him, and he mewled as his face was pressed back into her taint, grinding up against her nuts. He rubbed her thighs and began to lick heartily to placate her, whimpering like a bad dog.

	"Shut up...

	She grunted, and then Clark felt his head being pulled away.

	'Breathe.'

	"HUHGH-"

	Sheila was eyeing him with fire in her eyes, leant forwards.

	"Good news... You got a new job."

	"H... Huh?"

	"You're gonna take a job... at Jesus camp."

	"A... Jesus camp?"

	She held up her phone with a sickly-sweet looking website with kids all smiling and laughing alongside pictures of holy crosses, water-activities, archery, and baptisms in lakes.

	"Yup... and they need good Christians to work there for fuck all."

	He looked at the amount that was being offered for 'fun assistant,' and wondered if it was legal.

	"Uh... Wh... why would I-"

	"Because I'll fuckin' break your tv, and then your kitchen, and then you, if you don't."

	"Y-Yes Ma'am."

	She smiled with her teeth.

	"Don'tcha worry... you'll be getting plenty of help."

	"O... okay?...

	"Which is why I gotta make some calls... So shut the fuck up and suck on m'balls."

	"Yes Ma'am!"

	He crawled back up to her scrotum, and sucked one of the thick, hairy balls into his mouth as she punched a number into her phone.

	"Gllph... GLph, glph."

	*bzzzt... bzzzt... *click*... hello?*

	"Ey, Sulie, your Mom there?"

	*Bbbzzt bzzztt... *

	"Shit... prison again eh?"

	*bbzzzztt bzzt*

	"Oh I know she does... probably why she got put in there, Una fuckin' loves it," Sheila grunted with a smile.

	'Who's Una?... '

	Clark continued to slave away at her slick cock and balls, feeling that oily sweat that was so specific to pubic areas of the body wipe across his face as he slaved on her nutsack.

	*Glphhg, gphlgh, gph--

	*Bbbzzzt bzzt.*

	"Well... I suppose it's time you did spread your wings... does your Ma still have the van?"

	Another pube slipped into his mouth, and he moaned as it caught in his teeth. In that moment, Clark's mind was set.

	'Whatever Sheila asks me to do in this camp, I'm doing it! Sorry Nephew... but rather you than me... '

	*bzzt bztt?*

	"Perfect... We're gonna need the extra seats."

---------

	James woke terribly.

	Then his eyes snapped open, and he stared at the wooden slats above him, as well as the struts supporting the top bunk.

	'Where am I?!'

	It took him a few panicked seconds to remember the end of their drive last night.

	Angry exchanges had greeted them in the form of a rather irritable groundsman named Tucker, a muscled, dark-skinned man who had to wake up at two-am in the morning, explaining in a few curt words that they couldn't stay on campus... until the campus leader Edith, a woman similar in stature and holiness to Mrs Bennet herself, waved the groundsman away with a condescending flick of her wrist... Quickly inviting to Mrs Bennet to stay at one of the lodges a mile or so away if she wished... before another fifteen minutes spent explaining that Mrs Bennet would absolutely have to leave her son to begin the camp without her instead of getting him 'settled in', and that James would be absolutely safe in the Christian community of Camp Love-Eagle with their very capable staff.

	The rest had been a whirlwind of being hugged and kissed too many times to count, before waving to his mother who seemed to have no tears left to cry as he was led away, given a sleeping bag, and slipped into a dark cabin with three other figures tucked into their bunkbeds.

	In the darkness James had squeezed blearily into his assigned bottom bunk complete with mattress, pillow, bible and lockable chest that required a padlock, which he didn't have, before falling into a deep sleep.

	Now in the morning light streamed in through the gap in the curtains. James could smell... strange smells... a certain stale tang that he hadn't yet realised was the mustiness of young men couped up in a confined space.

	He looked to the side... and saw his things were still there.

	'Thank goodness... who knows what my new roommates are like?... '

	He hadn't even put them in the chest, just left them there... A few changes of clothes, some snacks from Mother... and of course his favourite duster. The other chests he realised, had no locks either, and one of them seemed to be overflowing with food provisions and snacks.

	James stretched, pressing one pretty toe down on the floor, and then the other.

	Hungry.

	He blinked, wiping large watery eyes, and stood up, feeling his booty-short thong ride so high up in his crack that it made his eyes water even more.

	"Hhmph...

	Feeling something up against his asshole was... Comforting.

	His thoughts drifted to Sheila; her balls throbbing as a huge swell of hot ejaculate hit his mouth.

	'Oooohhh... Just guy thoughts... right?'

	Surely men would think guy thoughts, about sucking on a thick cock, right? That was surely masculine! Not gay or anything...

	He salivated freely, dreaming about big fat dicks against his face as he hummed to himself, stepping out of the cabin. The most incredible swells of nature surrounded him, huge rocky hills provided the backdrop to a lake just visible beyond the trees, and the smells of bark and cold mountain air were sharp in his nostrils.

	'OH goodness... '

	He cringed at the nature around him, looking up at the sun which would burn his pasty skin with the slightest glance. The woodlands which could contain all manner of creatures... Was it safe? What if there were bugs!

	The urge to find some sort of wash cloth and attempt to disinfect the area was overwhelming as he fiddled with the stud in his belly button.

	"O-ohh... no...

	Part of him was pleased to be freed from his mother's ever-present eye, but another longed for the safety of his house, for the knowledge that a warm bath was never far away, and of course for a chance to engage in some good-old-fashioned masculine cleaning.

	"Hey!"

	James jerked as the sound of a light voice sent a shiver of foreboding up his spine. He had never mixed well with other kids. Turning, he saw a teenage girl wearing emo clothes, black hoody and jeans, with converse, and an aggressive frown on her soft face.

	"What are you doing here?!"

	"Ah... I-I'm... is... is there an... adult here?"

	She snarled.

	"I'M an adult! I'm nineteen!"

	James blinked. She looked like the prettiest, daintiest adult in the world, barely over five foot and, now that he looked at it, sporting a bubble butt and hips that would outshine almost any others were he not in the same forest. Even her baggy clothes couldn't hide her assets, the only thing missing were any noticeable breasts.

	"Ah... I-I'm sorry!... I was just... j-just...

	The girl's expression became even more fiery.

	"Spit it out!"

	"I... I-I... sleep here now...

	He gestured to the cabin behind him.

	The girl looked him up and down and groaned.

	"Oh no... you're my new bunkmate?"

	He stared, confused.

	"Oh... th-they... mix boys and girls?"

	At this the girl's expression became apoplectic, turning so red it looked like she might explode.

	"I'M A BOY. YOU FREAKING DUMBASS!"

	With that the petit figure stormed away, and James felt pure embarrassment at what had inevitably been an awful first impression. Once again, he was alone in the woods.

	'What do I do?'

	He decided to walk, gingerly enough that his ass-cheeks didn't clap, his booty shorts giving him a comforting wedgie that he rarely got to display in public... But if you couldn't wear them on holiday, when could you?

	His shoes slipped on the wet dew of the grass as he made his way towards the lake.

	*-ell me of wh... *

	The sound of song caught his ear.

	'Yes... that must be them!'

	Gingerly picking his way down the path, the sounds of song grew louder.

	*and in Jesus' name the light... *

	He could see people... a gathering... It looked like a large group of people, all youthful though clearly adults, with one or two green-shirted instructors there. One stood commandingly in the centre of the circle of logs, her legs set in a strong V-stance; a woman with perfectly set brown hair to her shoulders, shirt tucked into her belted jeans and thick brown hiking boots stood in the centre next to an empty firepit... He dimly recalled her name as 'Edith' from the night previous, but that had all been in a haze of tiredness.

	Tucker, the dark-skinned security man was also present nearby in the same outfit alongside the other instructors who all bore huge Christian smiles on their faces, although in contrast he looked severely uninterested, instead eyeing a group of girls sat on one of the benches, all smiling and giggling at each other.

	James stared at the group of kids, and realised that despite acting like teenagers, they were all in fact pushing twenty.

	'What kind of camp is this?... '

	A kid's camp without kids?

	As he approached, some of the young people stopped singing to glance his way. The further he approached, the more the heat spread to his cheeks as more people stopped singing left and right, looking with growing interest at the newcomer, eyeing up his huge ass-cheeks and feminine demeanour with childish glee.

	'Oh Lord... please don't let them judge me... '

	As one gaze followed the next, finally the only people left singing were the other green uniformed people, and Edith by the firepit, who grudgingly stopped after waving her arms a few more times, and turned to the newcomer.

	A new silence descended, broken only by the gentle lapping of the lake on the shore and the birds chirping in the forest as James was halted by forty pairs of eyes staring into his soul.

	"... um...

	Edith let the moment eek out a further few seconds of humiliation before deigning to speak.

	"... Well, I see we have a newcomer!"

	James felt both relief at her words, and fear as all his own words left him in turn, simply standing with his mouth open awkwardly as the woman stared at his humungous ass outlined against the jean-shorts, and groused.

	"You're late."

	"O-oh... s... sorry...

	"Morning prayers are at eight."

	"S... s-"

	"Do you have anything to say?"

	"... S...

	"Freak," one of the pretty girls muttered, a blond that looked destined to be a future supermodel, all large blue eyes, slim waist and magnetic features in pink yoga pants that shaped perfectly onto her slender legs.

	The woman didn't even flinch, continuing to stare at James.

	"Well?"

	"I... I-I didn't... know...

	"Hm. Of course you didn't... Just as one lacking in faith would suggest."

	At that point, James' shoulders mistakenly relaxed.

	'Ah, I am faithful! They'll accept me for sure once they realise... '

	"Oh! I-I pray three times a d-"

	She cut through him with icy words.

	"Quiet. You will not be allowed into the Lord's Holy Camp of Christ until you are fully engrained in it's ways... and currently I see little but a brat who has chosen the way of the devil... Now be quiet, and join the circle."

	He nodded miserably and carefully made his way down to the edge of the log benches.

	"QUICKLY," she shouted.

	James scarpered, and the moment he did, his cheeks began to clap like they were galloping of their own accord.

	*Clap-clap-clap*

	"What in God's name... the woman murmured, horror on her face as the young man plopped down his gigantic rear end on the nearest seat that wasn't being guarded by one of the other kids. Unbeknownst to him her face briefly morphed into a snarl of undisguised contempt, before readjusting to a magnanimous gaze. "Shall we continue...

	James nodded hopefully at two rather handsome young men, one with subtly spiked black hair and glasses, the other with sandy hair and freckles next to him, but they both refused eye contact, smirking and scooting a little further away.

	"Well... unless anyone plans any FURTHER interruptions... Let us continue our hymn!"

	A whimper of relief escaped him as Edith finally broke her gaze from him, although kids continued to stare and snicker as they sang. It was impossible not to see the youthful people around him as kids, as their actions were identical to the way his schoolmates had treated him... The memories still provoked deep fears in him, even now.

	*OH Lord our gracious Lamb of God--

	James watched, confused, before realising there were hymn sheets.

	He tried to lean over, but the boy leaned away, shielding it.

	*Save us Lord from sin and all--

	"Everybody!" Edith interjected before continuing in an even brighter tone, whilst eyeing James with barely-contained mirth at having found her new prey for the summer.

	James tried his best, tripping over the words whilst glancing around helplessly, before making his own small prayer in his head.

	'Please Lord... save me... from this.'

---------

	Meanwhile, on a long highway, a campervan made it's way painstakingly down the road, trundling under the weight of it's occupants as well as the fearsome sun bearing down on it, rattling like a lawnmower and going almost as fast.

	Inside was little to no luxury either, faded leather seats that looked old and smelt older. In the back, the sounds of churning saliva provided a soft coda to the uglier engine noises.

	"GLph-glh-glh-"

	"Ugh, when's it my turn?"

	"Oh don't worry, we'll all have a turn...

	"MMuhh... C-can I just... keep him a little longer?...

	"Ey, we brought 'im for our entertainment, not YOUR entertainment!"

	"What if I want to marry him!"

	"GLlhph?!"

	On every seat, crammed together and sweating, were a collection of women that wouldn't have looked out of place shoulder-to-shoulder in a prime-time wrestling pay-per-view. One was a broad-shouldered woman with dark makeup, short jet-black hair and an unsavoury expression, wiping the sweat from her brow. The demeanour could be described as punk, sporting tattoos winding their way up her bulky, muscled arms, a skull and crossbones t-shirt stretched around large breasts plus tree-trunk thighs exploding out of a pair of denim short-shorts. She grumbled and nudged her elbow into the woman sandwiched next to her, a skinny, cute Asian girl with humungous fake eyelashes and a sugary sweet smile, in the process of taking a selfie under her wide-brimmed straw hat.

	"HHeyy! I'm trying to take a picture... SMIIILLEE."

	She leaned over, her billowy sky-blue summer dress with cats where flowers should have been fluttering around her knees.

	"I don't wanna be in the picture."

	"Okay then Sydnee... I'll take a picture with Bianca instead!"

	She leaned into the girl on the other side, a buxom woman similarly built to Sheila and the punkish woman, sporting a short brown haircut that wanted to see a manager immediately, large dark sunglasses on her Italian fashion-model face as she stared idly out of the window.

	"Ready... THREE-TWO-ONE-SMILLLLEEE!"

	Bianca's head moved a millimetre.

	"Are we there yet?"

	In the front seat, a curly blond, rather plump-cheeked middle-aged woman wearing a nun's outfit soaked with sweat so her humungous tits seemed draped by them, as well as the belly which wasn't far behind.

	"There's no need to use the Lord's name in vain, you know."

	"Fuck Cleo just because we're going to Jesus camp doesn't mean you have to start spouting all that nonsense."

	"What, I'm just practicing!"

	"Why don't you practice shutting the fuck up," Sheila butted in, tone menacing... although everything Sheila said sounded menacing with her gravelly throat.

	"Ugh fine, but don't say I didn't warn you when they ask which convent you're from," Cleo stated matter-of-factly, pulling on one of her motherly curls as she pursed her small mouth together so it thickened into the shape of an almond.

	In the back, Clark's head bobbed up and down, only able to pick up parts of the conversation during his constant, energetic suction.

	"GLh-glh-GLLH-"

	The heat from outside, plus the sweat and BO, as well as the number of bodies packed into the tiny metal can, was enough to make Clark's eyes water, but what really sealed the deal was the cock in his mouth.

	"Mgglh... mmmlghh...

	The van bounced, and Clark's head bounced with it, jamming the long, dark-skinned shaft to the back of his throat.

	"GLPH!"

	Above him, Destiny, the pretty dark-skinned girl with a full hedge of unkempt frizzy hair like a willow hanging over a river gave an impish smile, young lips with shiny purple lipstick which had been applied a little too liberally open slightly, her forehead sweat dripping down into his hair, although she seemed to care not a jot.

	"Uhnn... Ooohhh that's strrrong!... Mmwowwwuhh... What... did you say his *uhn* name was?"

	The girl beside her, identical to Destiny barring the fact she bore a pony-tail and a sharper eye, smiled.

	"I don't think Auntie Sheila knows," said Trin.

	"Just call 'im bitch," Sheila replied gruffly, holding the wheel idly in one hand.

	Destiny moaned.

	"Ughnnn... uhhhh... oohhh that's so UNORIGINAL Aunt Sheila, gawwwd... what about, *Uhn* fag-fag?"

	Sheila, by way of response, rolled the window down and spat a thick loogy into the empty desert as it swept by, the heat oppressive and unyielding. Ahead the road shimmered, one long line that seemed infinite from their present location.

	"Call 'im what you like. I'm gettin' my Nephew's ass, so you can all fight between the rest."

	"Yeah, and there'll be plenty of guys and girls at the camp to bend over... Trin chimed in.

	"Ohhh, but I don't want another one, this one is sucking me- *HHHUHHHn* so good!" Destiny squealed, melted by the way Clark mewled around her shaft.

	"Mgl-GLph-glph-"

	"Would you please keep it down?" Bianca sighed, adjusting the Karen cut so it covered one eye, her bicep rippling as she did so.

	"You know your Prince Charming been used already by everyone in the van?" Trin said dismissively.

	"Yyeah but... He seems nice," she said softly, staring down into the watery, dick-drunk eyes of a young man in a form of submissive heat so extreme that his sense of self had simply drowned in the ocean of cock-fed bliss that was his new way of life.

	Sunlight streamed in through the van windows, and Clark could feel the back of his neck beginning to get sunburnt, but he simply kept sucking.

	Slender fingers tightened in his hair whenever he found a particularly sensitive part of the cock, and he would lick there, just between the fleshy barrier between the two halves of her helmet, under the ridge where the stench was almost intolerable, and of course at the piss slit, where almost everyone had the same reaction of shivering as he played with something incredibly sensitive.

	The tiny shivers of the young woman currently in front of him brought him back to the present.

	"Glhh... GLLHHhphhh...

	"Ohhh... oHhh I think I-"

	He felt the warning sign twitches and instinctively went full whore mode, gobbling down every inch of her cock into his throat to better treat the girl in front of him.

	"GLLLhPH-GLLPH-"

	"OOHhh III-!"

	He could feel the tendons hardening in her shaft, the thick fibres flexing. It was seconds away... And Clarke tried to tip her over the edge by reaching up to fondle her balls.

	"HHNNNNUUHGHHH-"

	The girl spasmed as a rush of pressurised sperm blasting up her urethra and exploded in Clarke's mouth. The violently bitter, tangy, musky flavours filled his sinuses, and before meeting Sheila he might well have attempted to foolishly pull his head clear. Now, having understood how good it felt to be filled, as well as forced to take cocks much bigger even than this, he easily gulped the liquid down, opening his throat up.

	"GLHG... Glhh... GLhhg... SHGlhhhh-"

	"OOHh... OHHHH he's perfect... heesperfecttuhhh!," she chuntered, thrusting with each spurt so that his face was buried in her thicket of pubes almost as eye-catching as the thicket of frizziness cascading from her head.

	"'Course he is... I taught him," Sheila called back from the front.

	"Ohh GGoood... JOOOBuhh,"

	The lips tightened as she let loose every bit of cum brewed up in her balls, shivering as the boy moaned into her crotch before the flow finally ceased.

	They basked for a moment in the joy of it, as well as his naked erection rubbing against her shin.

	"Ohhh fag-fag that's so goooood. You know... She leaned down, voice dropping to a whisper, " I know you're my prince charming."

	Clarke gave a dazed smile, drooling from both sides of his mouth.

	"Hey, Prince charming,... my turn," Sydnee exclaimed, grabbing the back of his neck with one tattooed hand.

	"GLL- GLHh-!"

	Clarke watched the girl's thicket of pubic hair fly away from his face along with a saliva and cum-covered shaft as it pulled his lips on the way out, Clark unable to stop himself releasing a mouthful of still-warm seed back over Destiny's naked groin and legs... and then the world rotated as his head continued over the seats, pulling his body with him (thankfully assisted by one or two other women so he didn't break his neck).

	"C'mere...

	Clark's stomach flipped as he was kept upside down, lined up facing a thick cock with a left-lean and a piercing that was already hard, pointing up at the ceiling, aka where he was about to descend from.

	In two seconds he was being lowered into a vertical sixty-nine position, the goth girl chuckling as his tiny, hard cock entered her open mouth, and wet lips began to wrap around her shaft.

	"HLGGHH-"

	Clark's eyes bulged as he was guided upside-down, glugging and whimpering as his throat was forced to cope with having another person's hard erection throbbing in it seconds after the previous one had filled his belly.

	"GLLhhphhhh!"

	"Ohh yeah, you're damn right... Sheila you did good with this one," Sydnee moaned.

	Clark whimpered, his face plugged, the tops of his thighs settling onto the girl's shoulders with feet almost touching the ceiling.

	"Mmmphlll," the girl sighed into his meagre erection, sucking idly as Clark opened his throat to protect himself, and felt his face slide down and press into her shaven groin. The thick manhood pulsed down his throat. Tears began to slide down his eyes and forehead.

	The van trundled on.

	
- Part 5

	
- Chapter 2 - Sheila pursues her twink nephew to bible camp, with friends

	James hoped after the morning debacle that perhaps the rest of the day might be different.

	'Maybe I just need to adjust... '

	The rest of the day was what most other kids (or people in their early twenties) would describe as an enjoyable day of Kayaking, games and reading bible passages. For James, it was nothing short of torture.

	He fell into the water so many times whilst kayaking that by the end he looked like a drowned rat as he was pulled out of the water for the umpteenth time, eventually forced to ride with Tucker, who didn't give him the time of day. The games quickly devolved into him getting relentlessly bullied whilst he learnt the rules (the young blond girl in particular seemed to have a very specific eye for finding the quickest way to bring him down a peg or two... including a well-targeted dodgeball right between his legs which nearly made him cry). He also realised that the sandy-haired guy and the guy with glasses at morning prayers were also his bunkmates in the cabin... and they paired their greeting with well-aimed dodgeballs to the face, which would have been excellent shots were they not on the same team as him.

	Now, as they made their way to dinner, James knew he would be sitting alone as he had for lunch. Lunch had consisted of a huge vat of bolognaise with questionable meat in it, eaten on benches in a pretty clearing. James ate alone, watching all of the other tables as they ignored, or worse, laughed at the new kid.

	As he grabbed the new food off the rather buxom female chef with ginger curls and a stern demeanour, he saw his other roommate, the small girl seated down on a bench in the corner of the clearing.

	'No... the boy... '

	The boy had his hood down, so James was able to see a black top-knot on top of his head, already munching his dinner. James sped up, mincing so his cheeks wouldn't clap so much, ignoring the giggles behind him as he furiously made a bee-line for the boy sitting on his own.

	The boy looked up, and immediately his eyes widened in alarm shaking his head furiously.

	James paused, but then puffed his weak chest out, and firmly placed his tray down.

	"H... hi...

	"No, no no, don't," the boy pleaded, but then he glanced over at all the girls whispering eagerly to each other, groaned, and then exploded.

	"... Ohhhh... IDIOT!...

	"Wh... what," James managed. "You were... sitting alone."

	"Yes, and no-one was LOOKING at me... It took ages for them to forget about me! Now you've pulled me back into the warzone!"

	He glanced over again at the girls and blanched.

	"Ohhhh now you've done it... of course you get the worst freaking girl in the camp on your back, and led her straight back to me," he said wearily.

	"W-What's... Wh... who... ?"

	"W-whats?!?!? Wh-whw-hwhoo!?" He parroted bitterly, "that's Mary... Edith's daughter."

	James looked over and saw the blond was eyeing them up with a cruel smile.

	"Edith let's her get away with anything," the boy muttered, "as long as she doesn't have sex or take drugs or anything, Edith is happy."

	"Wh... why-"

	"I dunno. I heard she fucked anything that moved back when she was living at home maybe, and from what I heard she got into drugs too... she also liked black guys specifically, which I think Mommy didn't like...

	He shivered, and glanced again, this time with longing at the girls as they leaned forwards; Mary and one of her friend's asses filled out their pants peachily on the benches.

	James puffed his chest and stuck his hand out.

	"I-I'm James."

	The kid looked up and sighed.

	"... William."

	William took it, and groaned as the hand he got was limp.

	"Dude...

	"I-I'm sorry... I'm not strong...

	The boy scrunched his eyes.

	"Ugh... Look, sorry, I know we're roommates, but we can't be seen together after this...

	He spooned the rest of his meal down, and then got up.

	"... Seeya."

	"H... hey! Wait...

	William paused, already walking away, and turned with a sorrowful expression.

	"Look... I'm sure you're... fine. But... y'know... ," he said, gesturing awkwardly to the ass pouffing out beneath him, as if the 'y'know' was self-explanatory... then he began to strut away, but it turned out to be more of a mince, James following the boy's ass like a hypnotist's watch. His ass-cheeks had an incredible curve and allure that elevated his walk to Madonna-level sass, and James found himself flustered.

	It really did look like a girl's butt.

	"Huh... ," he murmured, before sitting down to eat. Maybe this could just be the start of something he'd never had before... a friendship?

	After avoiding gazes and trying not to draw attention, James managed to place the large morsel of rubbery meat in his mouth, before getting up and heading in the same direction as William, unintentionally mincing like a stripper fishing for tips down one of the many narrow dirt paths.

	The trail led away past thick forest, underbrush scraping his legs, and James whimpered as the leaves tickled his fingers, awkwardly brushing away branches which whipped back and slapped him in the face.

	"Oof!... Ohh goodness...

	As he was picking his way down the fairly innocuous path, a voice came from behind.

	"CATCH!"

	*Thnk*

	The dodgeball hit him square in the back of the head, painfully knocking him forwards as James dropped.

	"OOF!"

	"Wow, you really do suck at dodgeball don't you?" came the snarky voice of Mary, flanked by her three cronies sporting pony-and-pigtails that accentuated their green schoolgirl-checked skirts, despite clearly being almost twenty years old. "Lucky I grabbed one from the hall just now... Ya never know when it'll come in handy!"

	"S... s-sorry...

	"Sorry, sorry, is that ALL you say? You know, you should stop talking out of your ass... although we've heard it talk already whilst you run like a faggot."

	Her teeth gleamed in a large smile as the girls either side of her laughed obediently, and James rubbed the ache on the back of his head and neck, lifting himself up gingerly.

	"Maybe that can be your nickname... Faggot... It has a ring to it!"

	The others sniggered along with her.

	"Yeah!"

	"Faggot, hehe...

	One of them, sporting ginger pigtails and glasses, kicked some dirt at him, and he bent his knee in a submissive guard, grimacing at the specks which fell into his shoes.

	'Oh NO, I'm going to have to wash them... '

	As they poked at him, a voice rang out.

	"Hey!... don't be doing that now little missy."

	James looked back to see Tucker walking up the path.

	"Ugh, why, gonna save the faggot?" she huffed.

	The man didn't respond, walking up to the blond... and smiled.

	"You need to be a good girl."

	He'd not said a word to anyone the whole day until this moment, and James watched in surprise.

	"Well, what are you going to do about it?" she said, jutting her chin out.

	"Wouldn't you like to know," he smirked, not even acknowledging James's existence.

	The two shared a challenging stare with something else lurking underneath, and then a voice cut through.

	"TUCKER!"

	The man flinched, the smile disappearing.

	"Yeah?"

	"What are you doing?!"

	Edith marched up, interposing herself between the man and girl.

	"Your daughter threw a dodgeball. I was just checking he's okay."

	Edith waved the comment away.

	"I don't think my girl would do that. He probably tripped... unbalanced by that... thing on his rear," she muttered, flicking a sardonic look at his ass, which he tried hopelessly to hide behind himself.

	"Whatever you say Edith," Tucker said, his tone neutral.

	"It's Miss Kelrin to you," she said firmly.

	The man said nothing, expressionless, and after a few seconds, Edith blinked, turning instead to her daughter.

	"Off with you deary, play nice."

	"Okay Moooom," she said in a gushing voice, before staring daggers at James as she gestured to her friends to retreat with her. Edith gestured to James like she was trying to remove a bad smell from the area.

	"Get to your cabin. You should do extra prayers for your sins this morning."

	"O-okay...

	"I expect you to memorise the first three chapters of the gospel of Luke by tomorrow morning, where you will recite them in front of the class."

	James' eyes bugged out, and Edith's light smirk confirmed that she was enjoying watching him squirm.

	"That ought to help you feel closer to God...

	She turned.

	"... and I expect it word perfect. If not, you'll stay until you get it right."

	With one last triumphant flush, the bushes and undergrowth parted easily for her, ignoring Tucker who watched her go without blinking.

	After a few seconds, James turned to the stern man.

	"Th... thank you."

	Tucker didn't even bother responding, simply walking away.

	James's head dropped.

	'Everybody hates me.'

	Idly, he tweaked a nipple, looking for comfort.

	'At least I have... one friend... sort of... '

---------

	As twilight took hold, the night approaching beneath bruised skies and stunning trails of pink, a large minibus pulled up at the long winding forest road with the sign: 'Camp Loveheart' displayed in front of it. After the brief pause, it revved up and accelerated down the road.

	A mile down the road in the welcoming hut, Julie rolled the wad of gum around in her mouth, blowing a bubble which popped over peachy lips. Well-used thumbs scrolled down continuously, flicking lightning-quick from one video to the next.

	She liked the late shift. Especially when it reached near the end; when everyone was going to bed, the camp was winding down, and she could spend her remaining hours before bed scrolling through Klock-Klick on her phone.

	The videos flashed almost too fast for the human eye to pick up... but Julie's was well trained in the art of wasting time.

	*A cat scratching a hot-dog shaped scratcher* Like. *Two firemen rushing a child from a burning building* Skip. *An awkward girl with 'Mondays be like' in bold letters in front of her face* Like.

	*Wwhhrr*

	The sound of an approaching engine made her eyes flick up to see the minibus pulling up to a parking space at the far end of the near-empty car-park.

	'Weird.'

	She waited for someone to emerge, but nobody did.

	After a few seconds, she thinned her lips, pulled her scrunchy onto her head, and jumped up.

	"You're not gonna sell anything here... !" she sang.

	Almost certainly freeloaders... or anti-religious folk. Or maybe local journalists trying to besmirch the name of the camp people. Julie loved the camp, and she'd be damned if anyone was going to stop the Lord's work from being visited on these poor corrupted young people. The mid-twenties skinny yoga-lover switched the light on her phone, and marched through the car park.

	She knew how to deal with people who weren't of the faith.

	"Hey! Helllooooooo, I see you there, you can't park here!"

	The van remained motionless. The driver's side facing away, making it impossible to make out who was in there.

	"EY! I can SEE you... get lost!"

	As she marched forwards, the tiny cone of light from her phone leading the way, nothing in her wondered if it was a wise decision to leave the warmth of the welcome hut, too used to helpless kids whom she could bully into activities through relentless enthusiasm (and sometimes less friendly methods).

	As she approached the driver's side, she saw a sweet Asian girl with a summer hat, and cats dotting her blue dress.

	"HEY... you... you can't park her ya know."

	"Oh sorryyyyyy! Is this Camp Love-heart?!"

	Julie wrinkled her nose.

	"Uh... Yeah? Whaddyou want?"

	"Actually, I'm here for an interview!"

	"Interview?"

	"Yeah! I was interviewing for a position on campus...

	She looked her up and down.

	"... But maybe that's not the only kind of position I'm thinking about right now...

	"W-what... ?" Julie muttered, non-plussed by this sweet girl smiling at her.

	"You're interviewing... w-which position... ? I-in the camp!," she added quickly, less sure of herself than she'd felt in a long time.

	"Oh you're so pretttyyyy when you're confused... why yours of course!"

	Julie's eyes widened, and then the side door of the van was whipped open, and the most brutal stench of BO and cum hit her so hard she almost fell over, grabbing her nose.

	"HHOh-!"

	She didn't even see the huge hands until they grabbed her, hauling her inside, and a strong-smelling cloth was shoved in her face.

	"MMM! MMHHHHHhhhh... mmphh...

	The world dimmed as huge, eager shapes murmured above her, and then darkness.

---------

	James trudged up to the door of his cabin, head low, so slow his ass cheeks didn't make a peep, the back of his head still aching.

	This whole situation was exactly what he'd dreaded and feared.

	People.

	Laughter.

	Outdoors.

	Even the leader hated him too.

	Pushing into the dark cabin, he sighed in relief as he saw the other bunkbed empty, and William lying on his top bunk, idly thumbing his phone, the harsh light illuminating the milky prettiness of his face. James blinked. Even now, knowing that William was a boy, it was difficult to wrench the mind away from what his eyes were telling him.

	'At least he doesn't HATE-hate me... Maybe if we get to know each other, we can share cleaning tips!'

	"H... hey...

	The boy glanced up, then looked back at his phone.

	"Hey."

	"Uh... o-okay if I read the bible... here?"

	He shrugged.

	"It's your bunk."

	His nonchalance was the most kindness James had felt all day.

	"Th... thanks...

	"It's not exactly a favour allowing you to read the bible... you seriously gonna chow down on that shit?"

	James slunk into the bottom bed, and grabbed the bible he had placed by the side, turning to begin thumbing through pages hopelessly.

	"I-I was told by Edith... I need to memorise... Oh goodness which one was it... Luke... Luke chapter one... or...

	The kid's head appeared upside down, scaring the life out of James.

	"Why?"

	"HHOoohh!... B-because... Because I... Mary... sh-she hit me with a dodgeball...

	William chuckled.

	"Woowww dude... you're so frickin' unpopular that you collected ALL the bullies on the first day. Shit you're not even the bottom of the barrel... You're like... BENEATH the barrel!"

	Tears welled up in James' eyes.

	"I-Im'... I...

	The kid sighed, rolling his eyes, and pulled his head up.

	"Oh dude relax, I... I didn't mean it, just cut it out, will you? It's kinda pathetic."

	"S... sorry...

	"And stop saying sorry!"

	"S, sorry."

	The boy didn't continue, so James waited meekly until something popped into his head.

	"... How long have you been here?"

	A sigh.

	"A week or so? Feels longer now that you mention it."

	"... Why?"

	"Because you keep talking."

	"...

	"...

	"A-and... why is everyone else here?"

	"UUGHHh... well, if you MUST know we're all people who supposedly engaged in sinful activities... at least according to our parents or whatever... sex, drugs etc... saying you don't want to go to University and be a doctor like them... so if your Mommy or Daddy need a reason to kick their kids to a secure facility short of sending them to prison, then Camp Loveheart is your place."

	"But... we're all adults?...

	"Huh, well that's just the thing. People have loads of sex in these camps... Kinda unsurprising seeing as they're all sex addicts and whatnot. The higher uppers don't exactly care... just didn't like that there were a lot of old and young people mixing before... bad for the image... so they split the eighteens and up to Camp Loveheart, and the seventeen-and-unders to Camp Caring-spirit, somewhere across the lake I think. We never see them."

	"Hm... so... you had sex?"

	At this, William's tone became sharper.

	"Uh... Sure. Why?"

	The waver in his voice suggested otherwise, although James didn't catch it.

	"Oh... just...

	"Have you?"

	James paused.

	"Um... sort of...

	"How sort of?!"

	"Um... d... does it count if...

	The head poked over the side.

	"Plleeeaaase don't tell me you only did anal because it doesn't count or some bible shit... Lemme guess, prostitute, right? How much did she cost?"

	"W-what... no!... I would never...

	William flung himself down the ladder on the side of the bed and stood with his arms folded, face flushed, in the centre of the room, looking the prone, rear-heavy form of James up and down.

	"Never what? Do you expect me to believe a real girl actually let you have anal sex with her? YOU?"

	"W-well... s-sort of...

	"Sort of?!...

	"She...

	He squirmed. It didn't seem like the right thing to mention being fucked by his Auntie in the ass.

	"... She...

	"Spit it out."

	"... She helped me be a man."

	William scrunched his nose.

	"So, what you're saying is she let you fuck her in the ass out of pity?"

	"Um... well... sh... she sort of...

	He rubbed his arm.

	"... She... did me."

	At this William's eyes went wide, some colour flushing his cheeks.

	"What?... like... a... a dildo? Strap-on dildo?...

	"Um... no... w-with... with a...

	He couldn't get the words out.

	"... with not that."

	The gears turned on William's face, and then his face began to turn red.

	"Right...

	He climbed back up, landing silently on his mattress.

	James searched desperately for some way to shift off the awkward silence, staring at the wooden slats above him.

	"Have... have you been... seeing girls?"

	Something rustled, making the slats creak.

	"Will you stop asking dumb questions! And how am I gonna fuck anyone if you're with me!"

	"Oh... s-sorry...

	"STOP apologising!"

	"Sorry."

	James decided it would be a bad idea to pry further on that particular subject, although that it seemed a little unfair that he could be entirely blamed for William not having sex. Despite this, after a whole day of being crushed under multiple heels, having a conversation where he only embarrassed rather than disgusted someone was a relief in itself.

	After a few seconds he perked up again.

	"Maybe I can b... be your wingman!"

	At this, William snorted.

	"HA! It's bad enough working with myself...

	"I think you look pretty?"

	That statement turned out to be a big mistake.

	"FUCK OFF DUDE!"

	"S-sorry...

	"STOP APOLOGISING... you know what? Forget it."

	Another long, drawn out silence, and James wished he'd brought some form of entertainment, but his Mother had forbid him his phone after the most recent Sheila incident, and there were no books or magazines to speak of beyond the obvious one... The one he was supposed to be learning. He glanced at the clock at the top of the cabin, and blanched.

	'Oh no... it's Ten O-clock and I've learnt nothing!'

	He scrabbled through the pages and stared.

	'Many have undertaken to draw up an account of the things that have been fulfilled among us, just as they were handed down to us... '

	His eyelids began to slip lower, and lower.

	The slats above him rustled.

	He sniffled, lowering the bible, and began lazing a finger over his sensitive left nipple.

	"Mmm...

	"Dude, you're not jerking it down there are you?"

	"HHuh? N-... no... !"

	"Jeees man. You're lucky the other guys aren't here... dickwads... probably trying to get down and dirty with Mary and her bitch friends...

	"P... please don't swear...

	"God, could you be more pathetic?"

	Silence.

	"Ugh... sorry, just... C'mon man. Don't you realise what they're all going to say about us?!"

	"What?"

	James then realised... they were two boys, living in the same hut/shack/cabin, who both had bubble butts and cute faces.

	"They... will think we're manly?"

	"W... what? What even... no, they're gonna think we're GAY, idiot! In fact, those two assholes already mentioned it earlier today. Shit...

	"Ohh... why would they think... ?"

	"Not WOULD think... they already DO think, ever since you walked over to my frickin' table... Ugh, and I was SO close to being unnoticed... even managed to sneak away from the activities...

	He paused.

	"I don't mind that you're gay, by the way."

	James' throat closed.

	"Hn?! I... I'm not-!"

	"What?"

	James sniffled, tweaking his nipple a little too hard, making him coo.

	"Uuf! I... I am NOT gay...

	"Pfft Oh really? Then what's with a not-dildo going in your not-gay ass? Come on everyone can see it from a mile away."

	James sniffled, tears coming to his eyes, and he clammed up.

	"Hn...

	...

	"Dude?"

	The flick of a bible page was his tiny response, sniffing as he trawled through 'LUKE:1', trying to see if it would go into his brain.

	'Maybe I just do one chapter?... maybe do the second tomorrow... '

	William sighed.

	"Dude... don't worry about it. I apologise. Say... what do you like to do for fun?"

	At this James perked up, excited.

	"OOOh, well I love cleaning the kitchen the best, it's soooo tricky getting all of the grime of the oven grill, but I found a special technique that makes it much faster-"

	William groaned so loud that James was halted in his tracks.

	"Are you SERIOUS?!"

	"Y... yes...

	"Jees... you're literally just a maid from a porn movie...

	Stupidly, James decided to try his hand at a joke.

	"Well... you're pretty enough to be a maid, right? I-in the right dress maybe... Hehe...

	"WH... WHAT?!?!"

	The boy leapt out of bed, knocking his knee on the way down the ladder and grunting.

	"FUCK you... stupid fucking shit... FFFFFUCKing...

	He flung the cabin door open and stormed out.

	"... Stupid!... shit... maid! Fucking-...

	James watched him as he trailed off onto one of the paths, his baggy jeans doing nothing to stop his caboose swaying and filling out the back end wonderfully.

	'Oh... well, looks like you've done it again,' he thought to himself, miserably tweaking his left nipple for comfort before hefting the bible into his lap.

	This camp was turning out to be nothing short of a real-life nightmare.

	
- Part 5

	
- Chapter 3 - A stranger fills the camp leader's pussy with girl-dick

	Edith rubbed her hands together as she made her way back to her lodge. She was looking forwards to getting that disgusting bolognaise out of her nostrils with some real food, and chef Agnes had informed that her personal meal tonight would be sirloin steak with pan-fried potatoes, asparagus, and sauteed mushrooms. Well, why not, when trust-fund parents were paying for it?

	The dirt path led up to a lodge located at the edge of the camp, raised up on a hill allowing for a spectacular view over the treetops.

	She unlocked the front door, kicked her boots off, and sighed, dropping down onto the sofa, glancing out of the window where the green tips of trees swayed for a short distance before the deep blue lake took over, stretching out into the shadows of mountains in the distance.

	"Sometimes, God's ways aren't so mysterious at all," she murmured, turning from the natural beauty to switch on the thirty inch TV taking up half the opposite wall.

	'Real women' appeared, four women and one effeminate man blaring opinions on sofas.

	Perfect.

	She left the tv on, and padded upstairs, stripping the dirty clothes from her firm, well-maintained frame before showering, pinching the slight roll of fat at her waist and observing the gentle sag of her breasts.

	"Hmph."

	Perhaps some extra work on the Pilates machine would be required. She returned minutes later with a fluffy white dressing gown wrapped around her body, a towel on her hair.

	"Ahhh...

	Retrieving a bottle of wine and a glass, she put her feet up on a chintz pouffe and relaxed, waiting for her meal to arrive. Usually Peter, one of the camp's youthful instructors and general dogsbodies, would run it to her. She sometimes checked the man's muscled ass out, but had to make do with sarcastic or occasionally suggestive comments, to which no reciprocation had been made.

	'He doesn't know what he's missing anyway... Perhaps the 'no sex before marriage' messages are getting to the instructors too... Shame.'

	She sipped her wine.

	Minutes passed.

	*... you know I really can't believe she said that.*

	*Right?... So then I said listen, you don't kn--

	Edith glanced at the silver clock on the lodge wall.

	Seven minutes past eight.

	She settled back in, and poured more wine as the figures on screen reclined in their comfortable chairs and railed at some minor celebrity controversy.

	*-ou just can't do that in this day and age!*

	*REALLY?! OH MY GOODNESS YES.*

	*SLAY GIRLLL!*

	*The thing I like about you Felicia, is you tell it how it is, sis... !*

	After ten minutes Edith started to get worried.

	"Damnit, where is it...

	Her steak would surely be getting cold... and the first glass was almost empty.

	After fifteen minutes and another half-glass later, she was on the verge of putting her boots on when two knocks on the door made her sigh in relief.

	"Ah FINALLY... I'll have to get onto them tomorrow about this...

	She padded to the door, and slowed.

	Through the frosted glass, a figure the height of the door itself was stood, illuminated from behind by the porch lights.

	"What in the world...

	She padded forwards more carefully now, trying to match the broad-shouldered shape with any of her colleagues. No-one came close to matching the description.

	Hesitantly, she peeked the door open.

	What greeted her was a woman that made her head spin; well over six foot tall, and bristling with gorgeous musculature sculpted by a Greek artist in a white tank-top; stood at ease with her hands behind her back, chest pressed out. Her skin was a pale white with a brown short Karen haircut; boyish face but pretty makeup... and humungous fake tits bursting free of the top which looked ready to give up the ghost, her ladies threatening to spill out of them at any moment. Black leather booty shorts completed the ensemble, hugging incredibly wide, thick hips and an ass big enough to smother a man to death with ease.

	Or woman.

	Edith's eyes travelled up, then down, then up again.

	They stopped and widened between her legs, where someone seemed to have misplaced an anaconda, or perhaps was storing a U-bend for bathroom repairs, because the horseshoe shape bulging from her crotch surely couldn't be what she reckoned it was.

	"Ah... C-can... can I help you?"

	"Yeah, you're Edith right?"

	"Y... yes, but who are you?"

	"I have your dinner here!"

	Edith's eyebrows furrowed, and she beheld a black leather bag that, whilst still stylish, looked a little faded. Perhaps attempting to look wealthy.

	Her tone became sharper.

	"I'm... I'm sorry, but who the hell are you?"

	"Ah I'm Bianca... actually I'm a friend of Agnes your chef!... I hope you don't mind me running up on you like this, but Peter said he wasn't feeling well and I thought, well, what would a good Christian do?! Can't leave a God-loving woman without her steak!"

	"Ah... right..., she said tentatively, staring at the woman as if she had just presented uncooked road-kill.

	Bianca smiled sweetly.

	"I know... I'm new here, but... I thought this might be an apt time to introduce myself... and I heard very good things about you from Agnes," she said, producing a see-through microwave container in her other hand with a perfect-looking steak with assorted veg, the packaging slightly steamed from the heat. "... and I couldn't resist the opportunity to speak with a true fellow Christian."

	Edith swallowed and gave her a suspicious nod, eyes still slipping down to the humungous bulge every so often.

	"AH... well... I suppose I should thank you...

	"Anything for a fellow Christian," the woman said, winking, fingering the cross around her neck.

	Seeing the cross, Edith relaxed just slightly, allowing the door to open a little further. It didn't hurt that the woman's leg turned slightly sideways, flexing her healthy ass which began bulging out of the bootie-shorts, stretched to breaking point around her prodigious buttocks.

	Edith felt her heart skip a beat, stammering.

	"Well... I... I'm a good judge of character, and I know that a good woman of the Lord like yourself is welcome at Camp Loveheard... Are you... bringing someone to the camp, or... ?"

	Bianca grinned.

	"Ohhh ACTUALLY, I was hoping to volunteer, I know you don't really do that sort of thing but... my Cousin Angel asked if I could come up and hang around the place, help out...

	"Angel?"

	"Sorry, Agnes... what did I say?"

	"Angel."

	"Oh... must be because of who I'm looking at!"

	She winked, and Edith felt something in her stomach go funny.

	"Ha... r... right...

	She mulled it over.

	Free labour... and also, this woman had drove at leastsixty miles from the closest town, but probably much, much further than that. She looked the woman up and down again and found herself having to stop her eyes from repeating the journey for extra glimpses of her snake, turning herself forcibly so as not to stare.

	"You... may stay... if Agnes is willing to room with you, you are welcome to stay in Camp Loveheart."

	"Well that is truly generous of you!"

	"You're quite welcome...

	"Actually Miss Edith... It is Miss, right?"

	The woman's eyes skirted down and up her person as she said it, and saliva began to trickle into Edith's mouth at the open appraisal of her body, not to mention the tiny smirk that crept to the corner of Bianca's lips.

	It had been a while.

	"Uh, yes. Miss."

	Bianca winked.

	"Well goodness, why no-one snapped you up I cannot fathom."

	Edith found her heart pumping a different rhythm altogether, the plastic container wobbling in her hands.

	"Huh... well... Thank you... a pleasure to meet you... ? Ah, Apologies, your name was...

	"Bianca. And before I go back... do you mind if we talk about God for a brief moment? I know you have food but... She reached forwards and took her hand, "I would love to talk with someone that I respect and admire...

	Her tone was sincere, but Bianca's eyes roving up and down Edith's body, plus the withheld appreciation in her expression, was bringing forth a warmth that was had been buried deep in the midst of Summer camp.

	'Not here... '

	Her instincts told her to turn the woman away... but other, more crass and animalistic urges took over.

	"Ah... I... I suppose so... Do come in...

	"Nice to meet you."

	The woman squeezed her hand, and the moment Bianca stepped over the 'Jesus Loves all' welcome mat, Edith began to feel the gravity shift as she allowed the woman to stride past her.

	"AH, we don't allow-"

	The woman marched into her living room, each step vibrating the smooth polished wooden floors.

	"-... shoes...

	"Hey, I love 'Real Women'!

	As Bianca looked around the living room, nodding appreciatively at the stars beginning to emerge over the vista, Edith firmed herself up, quickly slapping the door closed.

	She was in control of this camp. This woman would understand that the easy way or the hard way.

	'Two minutes, no more,' she promised herself.

	"Why don't we read a quick scripture to see you on your way, hmm?" she smiled, grabbing the remote and shutting off the TV, before collecting a bible from the bookcase nearby and settling down in the large armchair to one side. She knew that Bianca would be forced to sit on the sofa, allowing Edith to dominate the room by position.

	At least, that was the theory.

	"Absolutely."

	Bianca grinned wide, and strutted over on dirty knee-high boots with thick wedge heels, to seat herself on the cushioned arm-rest of the chair, making the chair groan under her enormous weight, her arm wrapping around the top of it to surround and enter Edith's personal space.

	"You know... you smell nice," she said, leaning in and nuzzling her nose into Edith's hair.

	Edith's mouth bounced between open and closed, blindsided by this huge woman now slinking up close to her like a lion.

	"Well that's... I think we should seat ourselves appropriately for the Lord's book," she managed, hiding her discomfort and trembling hands behind rules and social standards of proximity.

	'This is my lodge... she's in MY lodge... '

	"Why... Do you not also enjoy... inappropriate... ?" the woman smiled coyly.

	The woman's breasts were now at head-height, incredibly close to Edith's right ear, so close she could feel the warmth radiating out from the vast bosom, whilst the bulge now sat within reach, the woman leant over so their hips were almost touching.

	Edith swallowed. She'd never seen leather being distended in quite that way, by quite such an engorged instrument.

	'Who on earth is that monster... '

	"I... I enjoy myself plenty in my own free time... Now... now...

	'What was her name?... God, you should have remembered, but you were too busy staring at her crotch!'

	"... Ah... I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

	"Bianca," she said, placing a hand on her arm, "and yours was Edith, right?"

	"Y... yes...

	Their eyes locked.

	"I'd never forget a name like yours."

	"... I... so... The scripture...

	"Have you ever sinned?" Bianca murmured, trailing pastel pink nails up and down Edith's arm.

	"I... W-well, I believe no-one is perfect... only... i-in in the eyes of the lord...

	"You seem pretty perfect to me."

	"Oh...

	Edith wasn't looking at the book in her hands, but at the woman who was tickling the skin on her arm, their eyes locked on each other.

	"Have you... ever been with a woman?"

	Edith's heart froze in her chest.

	"Well... that's ah...

	The woman leaned in, and pressed her lips to Edith's, cutting off the stammered words.

	"... HhMMPHH...

	A hand wrapped around her head, and a tongue began to tease it's way into her mouth.

	"... Hhmmmphh... mMMMmphh!...

	The bible slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor, but Edith was too busy grappling with the woman began to slide on top of her, a huge weight pressing her into her seat as she moaned in the kiss, her the ache between her legs overwhelming her as Bianca sucked hard, locking their lips together, swirling a wet tongue swirling to deliver a whirlpool of heat and wetness in Edith's mouth, her brain blended by the physicality of the women on top, unable to even consider fighting back.

	Her legs widened. Bianca's waist naturally filled between them, and when the kissing died down to small nibbles and smooches, Edith realised her groin was being nuzzled by the huge bulge sticking out of Bianca's skirt.

	'Oh Good God... Lord above!... '

	It felt like it was beginning to wake up.

	"HHnnn... is... is that... ?"

	Bianca, by way of answer, reached down and unzipped her skirt with a slow flourish.

	*ZZZZZZZT*

	Tossed aside, the skirt revealed it's cargo, namely a black jock-strap with a gigantic, fat, juicy cock spilling out of it. Edith's eyes bugged out, blushing furiously... She was no stranger to a good time, but she'd never seen one this big before, and certainly not on a woman who looked like she could bench a car. A ferocious heat like she had never felt flowed between her legs, and for the first time she found herself straining to keep herself in check.

	"HHHohhhly shit...

	"Hey, how un-Christian of you," Bianca smirked, opening her legs wider so her the jock-strap was strained even tighter, the bulge thrust even more odiously into the open.

	"Well... God's not going to fuck me like you can!" Edith rasped, giving into her desires and grabbing the jock strap firmly in one hand and the woman's head in the other, pulling her into a kiss as she groped the package. Bianca's moan was so guttural and wheezed that Edith knew she was doing it right as the sound vibrated her skull and stomach. It was the most gorgeous thing she'd heard or felt in years.

	"GGRRUUHHHMMPHHH...

	"Mmmmhh!"

	Playing with it, she could feel the material straining to contain the growing erection, and chills of anticipation rippled through her body as she felt it grow and throb between her fingers, so powerful and unwieldy that it felt more akin to the appendage of a horse than a human, a piece of heavy machinery that deserved to be in a museum, salivated over by womenkind behind thick panes of glass.

	Further down, two huge, hairy balls presented themselves, too big to fit in her palm together as she explored with slender fingers. Instead, she massaged one, then the other, squeezing one a little harder. Bianca grunted as Edith murmured. They felt like large peaches, although the fuzz covering them was coarse and wiry in her fingers.

	"Good God... she enthused, feeling the extraordinary weight of them.

	"Mm... don't worry, heaven's coming," Bianca smirked, before sliding down, Edith growling as the cock slowly slipped from her grip, allowing her to eye the heavy cleavage as she unwrapped Edith's dressing gown waist, slipping the plush material aside to reveal a womanly body with a hint of sag in the breasts and stomach, slight stretch marks here and there, plus small nipples and a hairless, pink flower.

	"Mm... I didn't know shaving your pussy was part of being a good Christian."

	"You'd be surprised... I've been following in the footsteps of Mary Magdelene."

	"Who's she?"

	"Oh, well... she's... never mind."

	So much for the role play. She'd keep the outfits for a future prospect... although judging by the monster between Bianca's legs, future prospects might struggle to stimulate what was about to become an incredibly stretched vagina. It was so big in fact, that a note of anxiety struck her.

	'How much is this going to hurt... ?'

	The nerves were waylaid by a tongue flicking across her sex.

	"Uh-OHH...

	The quickness of it made her hips wiggle, Edith squirming as the tongue slid across again, avoiding her clit, instead licking up the sides and across the bottom of her flower. An unsated ache began to grow in her clit, and Bianca sent out that long tongue... and tickled the sides of her pussy once more, trailing along just the outside, only briefly touching the centre on occasion.

	"Hhhnnn...

	Edith melted into the armchair as Bianca leaned deeper between her legs, her warm, wet tongue sliding around and into the woman's sex, teasing and nudging until her clit was aching.

	"HHohhh...

	Liquid began to flow, and Bianca's lips were soon wet with more than just her saliva, a smile unseen by Edith as it descended onto the lips between her legs and kissed them without tonguing inside, always teasing, never sating.

	Almost the clit... Just around.

	Up and down... then around again.

	Edith squirmed as the tongue touched her aching clit and moved on a final time... and knew this simply could not stand. She grabbed the woman's head and directing it violently, just as a good camp instructor should.

	"OOHh God FUCK YOU-"

	Bianca's face was mashed into Edith's groin unceremoniously. The lips sealed around her pussy.

	"MMmphhhh... !"

	Bianca was more than happy to be steered by Edith's hard grip, her tongue delving across and finally up over the swollen nub, attacking it as the woman above her forced Bianca deeper into her crotch, ramming her point home by literally ramming the woman's mouth against her vagina, thrusting her groin up so a full squeeze of pussy juice squirted into the woman's mouth, the tangy flavours sloshing around her tongue as she moaned.

	"MMMMmmmm...

	The hum travelled up Edith's body, making her lips tremble, a hushed sigh brought forth as conductors across her body were turned on, a vessel of energy being channelled through her sex.

	"OHHHh yes... yess right there... RIGHT...

	The heat was building, Bianca's face rapidly submerging in the flow of Edith's passions as she moaned again, the hum driving Edith wild as the pleasure began to burst-

	"... THERE... !"

-and exploded from between her legs, setting of a cascade of fireworks in her body which sent her over the tips of the mountains and beyond into perfect white bliss.

	"... UHHHHHHhhuUYYHHhhhh!...

	Her legs spasmed, thick bursts of pussy juice dousing Bianca's head in a warm wave as her tongue danced across the soft canvas in front of it, the woman gripping Edith's thighs as she let out an orgasmic moan dripping with pent-up frustration and relief.

	"-UhhHHnnnnnnuhhh...

	The fingers in Bianca's hair remained painfully tight, almost pulling a strand or two out, before relaxing, allowing the woman to raise her nose from the wonderful stink of her womanhood.

	"Mmm...

	Edith looked down, still in dreamland, to see Bianca's face soaking wet, the woman licking her lips, breathing heavily.

	"... I think you've been... a bad girl...

	The response of Edith was laced with a steely tone.

	"Then you'd better do something about it, hadn't you? After all, what am I paying you for?"

	"So... I guess I got the job huh?"

	"Not quite yet," Edith said sharply, glancing down at the jockstrap almost quivering with excitement, a rocket about to take off.

	"Yes Miss," Bianca smirked, pulling down the jockstrap. An absolute monster bigger than Edith's forearm came up from the murk of the ocean, drooping under it's own terrifying weight. Blue-grey veins pulsed with malignant energy. The head was a swollen, bruised mushroom, slightly squat as if her cock had been compressed. It gave the impression of a battering ram, which only made it more intimidating.

	Bianca raised up off her knees... and suddenly Edith was being confronted with the real truth of the situation. She was about to be climbed on top of by a monster of a woman in more ways than one, quads flexing as she squatted over the chair which creaked under their combined weight, the broadness of her back blotting out the light as she climbed on top, her pretty face silhouetted. The breasts still threatening to spill out of her now blotchy crop-top from dripped juices and saliva pressed against Edith's naked chest, making her feel outmatched both in feminine and masculine whiles.

	She gulped as the woman lined up, watching in growing fear as the monster flexed, and a thick bubble of white liquid spurted from the piss-slit onto the pristine white carpet, leaving spots of grey as the tip touched against her exposed, defenceless sex.

	"Sh-shall we take this to the bedroom?" Edith stammered, trying to buy some time whilst also somewhat aware that people might be able to view the proceedings in such an open space, unlikely thought it may have been at this time of night.

	"With a view like this, why bother?" Bianca smirked, looking down at the naked woman splayed out before her, dripping from her sex.

	She dipped down and pressed her lips to her host's. The woman melted a touch.

	"Mmmm...

	"MMMhh...

	As they kissed, Edith's stomach jumped as the huge cock slid across her sex, whimpering as it grinded against her like a stripper's pole, but also hot and pulsing with her counterpart's heartbeat, and when Bianca drew back her lips Edith's heart was hammering like she'd just run a marathon, tasting her own essences on the woman's lips.

	"W... w-well, I... suppose a guest like you welcoming treatment... Speaking of which, I have protection, although... I'm not quite sure you'll fit...

	Bianca snorted.

	"Don't worry... I bring my own."

	She stepped back, rummaging in her handbag before ripping open a packet of magnum condoms.

	"Ever seen these before?"

	"Only on the shelf," Edith said wryly, and both women chuckled.

	They kissed again, with tongues exploring each other.

	Edith by now was feeling warm and safe in the woman's presence as powerful muscled arms wrapped around her, tree-roots gripping her tight, and her stomach flipped again as the cock ground more vigorously against her drenched pussy, sending zips of intimidating pleasure up her body.

	"Mmn... Well, you're in for a treat... only special guests get to enter the magnum lounge," Bianca said with a knowledgeable look that suggested she was well aware of the power she possessed, pulling down a long, soft-yellow condom over her giant cock. In the light, it looked almost golden, a long ceremonial robe tight around the king of all cocks.

	Edith rippled, the ache in her clit returning redoubled, although she peeled her eyes at the obvious smirk on Bianca's face.

	"Hmm... don't think you're God's gift just because you've got a few extra inches... she began, before all her confidence and control slipped away sharply as Bianca reared up and grabbed her thighs, pushing them up so her undercarriage was completely exposed, pinned back on the chair in a breeding position.

	"Ohh-!"

	"I'd suggest giving your opinions after I've fucked you," Bianca said, her face inches away, pure confidence in her tone and stare. Even her attitude carried weight that few possessed, and she took a moment to pull her top clear, revealing humungous breasts with firm nipples pointed accusingly at her own, before lowering.

	"Hhhooh...

	Bianca's tits pressed against her outmatched pair, sandwiching her against the chair which creaked ominously under their weight. It felt like she was being mounted by a silverback gorilla, the sensation ominous even in the midst of the arousal.

	"I hope you're ready for some bible studies... I've got all fourteen inches of your commandments right here...

	Edith groaned, partly in anticipation and partly in exasperation at the complete lack of Christian knowledge in the woman above her, and then reasoned that with a dick this big, she was willing to forgive her. After all, being a good Christian was all about forgiveness, surely?

	The tip touched her sex.

	"Huh...

	A wavering whimper escaped her as the anticipation began to ramp up, shivering as the large mushroom fully pressed against her entrance, almost completely covering it...

	'This is... humungous!... '

	"Hnn...

	... and increased pressure.

	"HHHHNnn...

	The cock began to push heavily against her pussy, stretching it.

	"... HHUHNNNNN...

	Was it even going to fit?

	"Hhhhuh... Ugh... !"

	She moaned as she felt something which may have been akin to reverse childbirth, the giant snake pushing against her lips insistently. The head teased and pushed, prodded and pushed again... then pressed a little firmer, almost penetrating... before finally pressing inside.

	"UUHHHNNN-!"

	Edith threw her head back and moaned. It felt huge, like sitting on a flagpole, and her pussy quivered as it stretched fully to accommodate such a thick guest.

	"Uuhgn!... UHHnn... HHHohuhGgghhhoodd... !"

	"Shhh, there you go... Just let yourself get used to it... Bianca whispered into her ear, letting it sit.

	Edith reached her arms up around the broad back, hugging it tight for comfort as she tried to let her body adjust to this new normality of being penetrated by a humungous foreign object, feeling the musculature rippling like a city of small, hard knots whilst preparing for the next step.

	Her chest heaved, and a slight quiver from the woman atop her was delicious, even through the ache and discomfort.

	A quick kiss.

	"Ready?"

	"NN-!"

	Then it was moving again.

	"-ooHhhoh... !"

	Easier now, but still incredibly sensitive, Edith groaned as the cock began to steal space inside her, the lake of her home-made lubricant allowing easy passage, although her inner walls were still hugging the cock so tight that she could feel every little ridge and detail in the woman's hog, legs and arms jerking as a slight edge on the left side caught her in a very wonderful place.

	"HHUhhYHHh...

	"We're getting there... just a bit more...

	Edith knew it was a barefaced lie, as so many more inches remained, but nonetheless it softened her, even as Bianca drove her hips steadily downwards, inexorably pressing her cock into the centre of Edith's soul.

	"HHHOAHHhh-"

	'Oh God.'

	It was too big... organs were being rearranged; every part of her inner walls stimulated by the snake sliding through it.

	"uUUYHHHUH-"

	"Nearly there...

	Endless inches of thick meat drove into Edith's abused pussy, and the woman began to shake, losing control of her limbs as her arms clung for dear life to Bianca's back, moaning like a ghoul as her body was overtaken by a rogue agent of pleasure and pain, something she wanted, yet could not withstand.

	"oHHMMMY... BBIAANnncAahhuhnnnn...

	She felt her humanity slipping away, replaced by pure animal lust.

	Then a pair of hips met hers... but Edith wasn't thinking about it. In fact she wasn't thinking about anything.

	Bianca moaned as the woman's insides hugged this pulsing monolith tighter than anything she'd ever felt, revelling in the woman's body clinging to her as the pussy quivered at the base of her shaft.

	"HHNnhuhh... !"

	"Wwwow... you're tight...

	She looked down at Edith and realised the figure was barely conscious. Her eyes were lidded, drool running from the sides of her open mouth, vagina already free-flowing heat around her groin as well as down onto the chair seat.

	"Uuh... ughhhn... Hhn...

	"Well, mission accomplished," she grinned, reaching down to grab her phone from her bag whilst Edith let out tiny whimpers and whines of someone who wasn't all there, who had felt a presence too great to truly understand. Bianca thumbed in a group message.

	*Camp leader is mine. Good to go.*

	A chorus of vibrations followed as eggplants and thumbs ups pinged onto the screen, but Bianca dropped it as Edith's entrance clamped tight to her manhood, and she grunted as a wave of wet heat flooded her crotch.

	"HHhoohhnnn...

	Edith didn't even cry out, she merely tweeted like the shyest songbird, her eyelids fluttering over glazed eyes as her insides paid a flood of worship to the pillar filling it with radiant light. Bianca groaned and chucked the phone and bag aside. Time to enjoy the spoils of her victory.

	She gently, pulled her cock a few inches from the taut, brutally tight grip of Edith's sex, and slid it back in.

	"UUUuuuhhhhnnnngggg...

	Edith's moan was a desperate moan of someone who had been having sex for an entire evening, not an entire minute. Bianca could feel that it was certainly not fake, the woman threatening to explode again, toes curling, fingernails gouging into the couch.

	This one would have to be even slower than usual.

	Another slow out... And in.

	"UUuuuhhhhg."

	Out. In.

	Edith's eyelids twitched, her cheek muscle spasming.

	"UUUUUUuhhhn.

	Bianca picked up the pace just a little, pulling a bit more out as she did so.

	Out. In... Out. In.

	"Uuhn!... hnnhuh!...

	Then Bianca felt the lust begin to overtake her... This hypocritical whore preaching with her legs wide open was getting it easy. She needed to be punished.

	Bianca pulled her cock to the edge of her mushroomed head... And fired back in with a wet *PHHLAP!*

	Edith's eyes popped open, bulging as the air was gut-punched from her lungs, a gasping croak escaping wet lips.

	"Huuh-"

	*PHHLAP*

	"Gugh-"

	Her body jiggled as the force of it fucked her into the armchair, which groaned under their weight, just as she did.

	"UUUUNgguh-"

	*PHHLLAP*

	Edith, it turned out, despite her experience, was woefully unprepared for a partner such as Bianca, and soon the moment came when the experience went from gentle love-making to very deliberate and brutal fucking.

	Bianca let her muscles do the talking, sheathing herself in Edith with gusto, feeling the incredibly tight pussy loosening as the woman beneath her finally gathered enough air into her lungs to screech, their crotches so basted in her juices that it felt akin to being submerged from the waist down.

	*PHLAPP... PHLAPP... *

	"HUHHnnnn... HHHUHGGH!...

	The thick shaft covered in Edith's shining crotch polish disappeared each time, bulky enough to stimulate every bit of her insides to the point she couldn't think, couldn't breathe.

	*PHLAPP*

	"OOUhhhnn...

	*PHLAPP*

	"OOHHNnn...

	Edith's legs rocked in the air as she was poleaxed by the biggest cock she'd ever seen, let alone taken, eyes rolling up, and Bianca groaned as she felt her crotch inundated in waves of warm pussy juice, the nails digging into her back as the camp instructor was released from all her responsibilities barring being her invader's willing whore.

	"Huuurrhhh...

	"UUUUUMMYYHUHHHH-"

	Bianca didn't stop, piledriving several machine-gun thrusts that sunk Edith deep into the chair, her hips slapping against the woman beneath her as Edith was forced into a near-dehumanising stretch of multiple orgasms, drool running down both sides of her face as her eyes remained staring at the top of her head, every muscle going taut as she rode wave after wave rolling into one endless tsunami of pleasure.

	Minutes ticked by.

	The chair shook and groaned under the stress of being bounced on so hard. Toes curled. Nails dug into the seat, then Bianca's back. The air became thick with the smell of musky sex, the tang of bodily fluids pervasive.

	Bianca milked Edith of her liquids, hitting just the right spots to force everything but pleasure from her mind. Edith had never come three times in one evening. She was now no longer aware of owning her own legs, which for some reasons were above her head.

	*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP*

	"UUUHnn... UHHMMYYUUGGGUUUDDDUHHH-"

	Skin slaps echoed off the wooden walls, joining the chorus of grunting and squealing as a union more animalistic than anything in the forest took place in Edith's lodge. She came long, and wet, and wild. Her hair became matted with sweat. It poured down her face, and soon the whole of her body was sticky and unclean, the mild scent of BO beginning to emanate from both parties.

	By the time the tsunami abated slightly, Edith couldn't even form words.

	Bianca didn't let up.

	Then, with her head spinning, Edith felt it; A jolt of hardness so thick and juicy from Bianca's cock that it almost felt like a rocket about to take off, letting Edith know she was about to be bred.

	"Hnng!," Bianca grunted, feeling her ballsack tighten. She tried not to cum, desperately trying to hold it in, but the clawing, frothing fiend beneath her tightened around her base on the next insertion, and she groaned like a wounded wildebeest as heavy balls contracted, and pleasure ripped up her shaft.

	Edith screamed as she felt the fire extinguisher go off inside her quivering pussy, her brain submerged in lava as a river exploded within her, filling her up in seconds with just two spurts, the woman groaning as her belly began to grow under the pressure of hot cum.

	"OHHhhh shit," Bianca grunted.

	"UUUGUHh-!"

	"YYhn."

	"UUUAYYYAIIHAIIH-!"

	Edith felt every last crevasse of her insides get filled by piping hot lady-seed, the last of her energy spent trembling and moaning as she felt the sperm filling her wonderfully, the giant dick flexing inside her with each heavy spurt of cream.

	By the end she looked months pregnant, and it was with a slump into her partner that Bianca finished, enjoying the feeling of her dick clamped down on by Edith's insides, which were filled to the brim with warm cum.

	Edith whimpered.

	A few snatched thoughts came back to her then, almost lucid.

	'I... so big... Bianca... Tucker... ?... so FULL... '

	Then she was being lifted.

	'OH thank God... she's... carrying me... towards the bed-'

	Bianca carried her out of the living room... Then pressed the woman up against the hard wood of the hallway, and Edith whimpered as huge tits sank against her face, skin oily with sweat pressed cloyingly against her nose and mouth with only her eyes peaking above, staring up into the eyes of a devil.

	Capable hands used to pulling ropes and moving equipment came up defensively to push the large body. Steel abdominals. Cable biceps and forearms. Quads the size of tree-trunks. She might have had more chance moving the lodge.

	"MMmf!"

	Bianca slammed her dick to the hilt in Edith's body.

	*PHHLAPP!*

	"MMMPHh-!"

	Bianca's prodigious cleavage muffled Edith's screams of ecstasy as she was fucked up against the wall of her own house, the smell of Bianca rife with bodily odours of someone who had been couped up in a small, hot space for hours on end.

	"MMPHHH-MMPHh... MMMpPPPHHGHHH-"

	Edith cried out in delight, and another spasm wracked her body as pleasure ripped to the tips of her fingers and toes, lip curling into an ugly gurn as she came again.

	Bianca groaned, smiling like a demon as she enjoyed the pungent juices drenching her crotch, running down onto her balls as she subsumed the woman in her grasp, clamping her to the wall with legs shaking in the air, folded in half with no hopes of escape.

	*THNK*

	The pair froze at a knock on the door.

	Bianca smirked as Edith's eyes bulged, mouth open in a silent moan and quivering with pleasure, her legs splayed open, arousal dripping down freely onto the floor beneath her.

	Someone was at the front door... a silhouette of someone in a green shirt, dark skinned... Tucker.

	*THNK-THNK*

	"Nn... nuh...

	Bianca arched her eyebrow. Edith shook her head, still twitching from the constant orgasmic ecstasy running through her body, spread from the nuclear submarine hiding in the depths of her body. She clamped a hand over her own mouth which was still threatening to release audible hints of arousal from her belly.

	Bianca smirked... and pumped her hips up.

	*Plap*

	"Mmn-!"

	Edith squeezed the hand on her face, humiliated, cheeks bright red as the insertion forced a girlish coo from her throat. She shook her head desperately, eyes wide, sweat dripping down her forehead. Hair was becoming matted against her face and neck as her body released all of the liquids it had to offer.

	The figure behind the frosted glass paused... and turned away.

	A few seconds passed.

	Edith sagged in relief, sweat running down her face and between her breasts, panting.

	"Ohh... kay... okay... L-let's just... t... hnnNN... take this upstairs," she whispered hoarsely with a pleading look.

	"Why," Bianca grunted, a cruel smirk on her face.

	"Well... just b-because... OH!"

	Edith's face morphed into a visage of horror as she stared out of the hall, into the dining area... where Tucker was staring through the window.

	"N... no... Wait...

	Then he was gone.

	Edith immediately began to push against Bianca's chest, her breathing coming quick and shallow.

	"No, no we have to go... He's going t-"

	Bianca slammed her cock to the hilt inside Edith's body.

	"-tuuHUGH!"

	*SCHWAP!*

	"UUGHn!"

	*SCHWAP*

	"Glhhmmhhh... !"

	Edith's eyes rolled up into her head once more, and all her fears were swept away in another tidal wave of orgasmic bliss.