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A Bigger Girl
🕑 Added 2024-12-11 19:47:36 +0000 UTCtags: anal, cheating, futanari, futa on male
This is a work of fiction that describes explicit mature content between 18+ adults. Viewer discretion is advised
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Me and my girlfriend Angela had gone to this dorm costume party. It wasn't even close to Halloween, but here we were. Scott had invited us over, and we figured; 'Hey, might be fun'. Well, it wasn't fun for the first part of the night. People had different taste in music, beer, and just about everything else that people fought over. Me and Angela just kind of sat there. Talking among ourselves about how much of a drag this was turning out to be. As the party progressed it got better, and the mood got lighter. We got in talks with a few new people even.
We both worked as nurses and thus our costume became a given. Me wearing white scrubs and her in her scrubs. No sense wasting a lot of money on a costume. Others were more elaborate, others more promiscuous. A young man with his hair bleached blonde dressed in the silver jacket of John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. And a girl dressed as a sexy dog (who later found she could barely breathe through her snout).
One girl had a mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, a white tank top, and on her back, she had a set of small wings. A lazy attempt at a vampire or something. Really, she looked like a prostitute, if one had to be honest. And... erh... she was on the larger side, so those fishnet stockings really screamed for mercy. And the girl seemingly drank for five with the pace she was going at.
Most, save a few, seemed to be around our age. The beer was good though, and we talked, listened to music, and talked some more. Until at some point…
"Kevin!" Scott said, coming over with a Coors Light designated for my hand. I'm Kevin, by the way. A very nice young man who works in my hospital as a nurse, by the way. I'm five foot nine, about 170 lbs. Not too large, but I kept in shape.
"What's up?" I asked.
"You have to help me with Veronica. She can barely walk. Can you take care of her? Her room is a floor up." He said.
"Who's Veronica?" I chuckled.
"That one," he said, pointing at our small-winged, heavy-set vampire.
Because I was a nurse, or perhaps why I became a nurse; I always helped people in need. Especially people who couldn't take care of themselves. And getting someone back to his or her room before they either passed out or threw up was water off my back, honestly. Least I could do. Scott knew this too, knowing I had a nice way of handling people. So no problem.
"Got it," I replied. I turned to Angela. "Will you be okay until I come back?"
"Oh yeah. Scott's in a debate on whose game sucks. Call of Duty, Fortnite, or Destiny. Might be fun. They all got weapons."
"Right, right," I said, chuckling as I walked over to the semi-conscious girl sitting in an armchair.
She was bigger than she had seemed in the beginning of the party when people first started to arrive. I thought it was simply because she had been sitting the entire time and everyone seemed smaller when you were looking down upon them. But she was about three inches taller than me, and stockier. A bit too thin to be fat, and too wide to be considered thin.
Her clothing didn't give her any help though. It was tight in some parts, a bit see-through, and certainly not flattering at all. But I chose to not judge her too harshly. Everyone had a few too many and everyone did their stupid things now and then.
"Hey," I said. I wanted to let her know that I was coming up to her before I placed my hands on her body. I was afraid of her being uncomfortable, with me being a male. And with me being an easy stranger too.
"What? Oh. Hey..." Veronica answered. She was drunk alright. She had slurred her speech, her eyes didn't seem able to look at one place for a second and her body didn't move a muscle. She just hung there, as limp and as drunk as she could possibly be.
"You look... "
"Terrific! Don't I look fantastic? The best out of every... everyone here?" Veronica asked.
"You look good Veronica," I admitted with a shrug. She tried her best and, by her standards, it must have worked. But compared to Angela, this girl did not even stand the slightest of chances, but she didn't need to know that.
"Want me to help you up to your room? The second floor was it? I think we need to get you some rest and some water, right?"
"Nah. No sleep. No rest for the wicked. And we're... we're both the wicked, yes Kevin? Don't you want to..."
She tried to stand but without much success. "Maybe... I need rest," she said, holding out her hands for me to help her stand. I took a firm grip of her hands and slowly pulled her towards me, and then upward, so she would eventually be standing. The whole time she giggled from my efforts. "You're cute too, Kevin. Do you have a girlfriend? Is it that red-head? You should... sh-she's a cutie too."
"Yes, that's her. Yes, I have a girlfriend."
I was the only one who pulled, but once she was upright, it was just a matter of steering. It was quite funny actually, as we moved with the speed of a toddler. But slow and steady won the race.
I was polite to her as we slowly walked and spoke with each other. My hands grabbed firmly, but carefully as I helped Veronica find her feet.
"Okay, lift your feet," I said as we passed the next flight of steps. She giggled but complied, not knowing any better and being under my care. She stepped sideways, up and backward, barely able to move and speak coherently. But if she was comfortable and able to navigate like this, I wasn't about to stop her. The night might have been a bit duller if I had done so, as this would only have taken me thirty seconds instead of five minutes.
"Am I that fat?" Veronica slurred, trying to joke.
"Not one bit," I politely said. She wasn't, after all, really fat. Just... larger than me. And a bit taller too.
"Oohh... that sounds like bullshit to me. But I don't mind. Really. Because, hey, we all lie a little sometimes... don't we?" Veronica mumbled as I began helping her up the stairs.
The second flight was not any easier, and while Veronica was quieter, she became a lot clumsier. At one point, she fell a step but was caught quickly. I was holding onto her waist and she was still grabbing my arms in order to maintain some control of her steps. "Thank you," Veronica said, embarrassed that she almost fell over.
"Don't worry about it."
"Well. The hero gets a thank you, right?" She asked, as we began the ascension once again.
"Not that much of a hero. This is basically my job."
"But you do it so well, Nurse Kevin. Oh!" she suddenly exclaimed. She lost her footing and took the initiative, by throwing her arms over my shoulders and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my head against her soft, large boobs. It was unexpected. Uncontrollable. She would have fallen had I not acted as the counterweight. She seemed to know this, and giggled as if a little girl. "My knight in shining armor," she said. I would have responded, but my mouth was pressed against the thin fabric of her top.
I quickly hoisted my hands so I could get her fully on her feet again. But because we both stumbled together, she could not stop giggling from our awkwardness. Me on the other hand had a semi-erection I hoped she'd never notice. Her big breasts in my mouth... I'm a guy after all.
"Come on now. Come on," I said as she laughed. I turned her around and we started up the final steps.
"Down the hall here, at the end of the corridor," she mumbled huskily, pointing with the arm that was not around my shoulders.
"Where are you taking me, Nurse Kevin?" she giggled.
"Your room, I think?" I said, not biting any of her drunken flirtations.
Veronica giggled lightly, but let herself get be escorted down the hallway. She didn't take too much effort, only her arm was around my shoulders. Well, almost. I did notice her fingers touching my chest, lightly pushing aside the fabric of my costume. I tried not to notice and the good nurse in me convinced me this meant nothing. Only that her control was dwindling away and this was but a mere act of desperation to maintain her balance. At least... that is what I tried to tell myself, as her palm softly rested against the muscular pecs on my upper torso.
We arrived at her door and I was severely thankful to have the task completed.
"So... This is me," Veronica said. "I know you want to get back to your GF, but do you want a beer? As thanks for helping me out?"
"Sure," I shrugged. I'd never been known to say no to a beer, after all, figuring I'd drink it on my way down
Veronica took out a key, opened the door and we sort of stumbled through the door and into her small dormitory room.
As expected; her dorm was a bit messier than most. Unlike mine and Angela's or our mutual friend's Scott; Veronica was still in that 'new phase' when she hadn't quite settled in. Clothes everywhere... even some underwear I willfully ignored. But aside from that, everything else was in place and... well... kind of normal, even. Posters of celebrities, a desk with a laptop on top, the messy bed... everything the same really.
Except she had a fridge.
Veronica stumbled to the only chair, which coincidentally was close to her fridge. Figuring I'd sit for a bit to see she was alright, I slumped on her bed, accepting the beer she handed me. Veronica fished another one from her fridge and slumped her body onto her chair.
"Wow. I needed this," she admitted.
"A beer and a rest, yeah," I confirmed, drinking some as well. I knew I had promised Angela a swift return. But what was a few more minutes when it helped the patient?
"Mmm. You think I should go back? Try and find someone interesting to spend the night with?" Veronica wondered, looking at me for a quick opinion.
"That is entirely your choice, but I think you need the rest, honestly."
"True. Yeah." Veronica nodded as she fumbled with her hands in her lap. Drinking more and thinking her thoughts, probably.
I figured this was just as well as any time to leave.
"Well, enjoy yourself. I'm gonna go back downstairs," I told her and rose.
"But wait!" Veronica called and stood too. "Wait. What's the rush? I mean, come on. Won't take you more than ten, to like... uh... ten-fifteen minutes to finish that beer, right?"
"That is true. I guess. But–"
"Yeah, but..."
"Well... I... kinda have to go... back..." I answered, "Angela is waiting for me and–"
"She won't mind another fifteen minutes, right?" Veronica said. "Here, have another beer. You're just making sure I'm okay, right? Please, I just... don't want to be alone just yet."
I felt bad for her almost begging for some social activity. Perhaps that's why she got so drunk in the first place.
"Another beer," I answered and sat back down. Veronica rose from her chair and eagerly jumped over to the fridge to retrieve another for the both of us. She even popped off the caps for us both and gave me a fresh cold one, smiling. I guess she was kinda cute in her eagerness. And yeah. Those eyes were nice. Brown, with flecks of yellow. That wasn't fake. And those dark black curls would have looked nicer on an open night sky.
And again, I'm a guy. Alone with a girl who had curves enough for a figure skater. Drinking with her. In her room. With her big ass as the main focus of interest. If Angela wasn't here I would probably feel less obligated to return downstairs to the party and more willing to explore the forbidden fruits offered to me. Not that I would do anything, but a man can look, right?
"So... What are you studying?" I asked as I noticed we had emptied another two cans of beer.
We weren't quite buzzing, but a light warming was to be noticed. And somehow Veronica had moved over to sit beside me on the side of the bed. I was now lodged between the nightstand and her plump left leg, but I managed. She managed. We both were enjoying ourselves.
"This semester? I haven't really caught up on the particular names of the courses, but I study law," Veronica answered. Just as my phone made a ding.
"Excuse me," I said, reading the message. 'You fucking that girl or something?’ Angela wrote. She had her way of being theatrical, and we had lately joked about doing a threesome, so it wasn't really unexpected for her to joke around a bit.
'Having a few beers, making sure she's okay,' I wrote back.
'Give her a hug from me,' Angela wrote back. Ah, the crass girl she was, but I loved her for it.
"Who's that?" Veronica asked as she began leaning into me. I didn't even notice as I responded with a smile.
"It's... oh." I noticed with the sudden closeness of our bodies that Veronica's cleavage gave an even better view.
I looked away and tried not to be rude by staring. She wasn't exactly using a revealing costume, just tight. Too tight for comfort perhaps. Except her skirt, which ran up mid-thigh and not a dime more. Still, I got a nice view down her breasts before I pulled myself from that sight. "It's just Angela joking about wanting to give you a hug." I showed the screen and put away the phone.
"Oh. Well. If she offers, I don't mind!" Veronica answered and shifted on her legs a bit to face me more. She kept her eyes on me, staring intently. So I turned too, open to the prospect of giving her a quick platonic hug. After all, what harm could it be? She was a bit drunk, but who cares about one friendly embrace amongst newfound acquaintances?
I noticed the smell of the sweat on her and the wafts of the perfume she had used. Something sweet, probably overly expensive too. It was subtle, and because Veronica was leaning into me, it was clear.
"Want to give me a hug?" Veronica asked gently, in a low voice. She seemed like she almost craved for a hug. Like she needed a bit of human contact, or wanted it at the very least.
"Yeah. Of course," I answered and without thinking, I opened my arms wide to receive her body in the platonic friendly hug.
I barely had my arms around her waist before her lips found mine, kissing me with a strange sort of longing that both startled me and made my cock pulse with blood. She pressed into me. Her entire body just collapsed and came against mine in a violent and sensual attack, attacking me with an intense show of pent-up longing and repressed desires. The next thing I knew, was how she moaned into the kiss and grabbed my hair, running her fingers through them, softly pulling as she pressed her body into mine, forcing me backward a bit, until I felt her weight push me fully on top of the bed.
I could taste the cheap lipstick smearing around my mouth and my eyes closed instinctively. It took a while to really understand what was going on. It was the simple fact that our mouths just worked at a mutual pace. My mind was still catching up to what had just happened... she had kissed me! Holy shit! She kissed me!
Her large body was firm against me. Her breasts against my chest... that warmth! As if something had burst inside me, a lot of confusing and conflicted emotions came to me. Because of her eagerness, I was swept along, but Angela in my mind kept me wanting to resist a bit.
Unable to speak due to her tongue in my mouth, I moved my hands up to push her off. Instead, my hands were soon under her skirt and filled with her ass-cheeks, holding the globes and giving them a squeeze. The skin-on-skin feeling and touch of her body just inflamed all those pent-up frustrations and I was unwilling, or unable to stop the things she wanted to do, as her actions overtook my consciousness.
"Kevin! You've been so nice to me! But I... I just can't... anymore! Please, just let me!" Veronica panted. It sounded honest and for a moment I almost said yes to letting her do whatever she had planned. And while my dick tried its best to convince me it wouldn't be too bad; in the end, I knew there would be hell to pay later if I gave in.
"Hold on!" I gasped.
I managed to speak loud and clear, finally breaking free from the intoxicating sensation of her greedy mouth. I could still feel her breath, though, as it brushed along my lips. The tip of her nose was so close, and I could see her half-closed, lustful eyes staring down at me, focusing on my lips.
"Nobody has to know, and–" she cooed and purred. She kissed me again before I had a chance to object or answer. My mind grew weak…
"I really can't," I said, but even I could hear how unconvincing I was.
"Stop it," I begged. My head swam from the beer, the sexual hunger radiating from her, the touches, and my own burning desires for this girl who, under more sober circumstances, I would have ignored and never have considered.
"Come on, Kevin," Veronica continued to moan, rolling her body against mine. I almost forgot where my hands were placed. Squeezing her ass in earnest.
My hands involuntarily gripped, held, and pulled at her, and it didn't take long for my morals to flake off under her ministrations. I had no idea she could have such a power, or such sway on me. And while a rational part in my head kept nagging for me to stop this; that there would be no winners in what would follow; I chose to ignore the constant beep. Just a short fling, what's the harm in that, right? It was all so hard to explain what really was going through my head. I was conflicted between my inner voice and my physical desires.
In a blur, Veronica began to peel off the tank top and suddenly her round heavy tits hung there in her bra. I gasped out from the mere sight and the touch. She grinned.
"We shouldn't be doing this," I begged again. I managed to shove myself up from the mattress enough to roll onto my stomach. From this angle, I'd press up, but Veronica was quick to pin me down using her weight, rolling her hips into my ass as if dry-fucking.
Quickly, I felt her hand trace down my side until she found my waistband and began tugging the pants down until they were at mid-thigh. Then, in a move of genius, she placed both her knees alongside my thighs, making any escape impossible.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I grunted, still unable to keep her off for longer than a few seconds.
"Showing my thanks," she gasped, not really explaining anything.
All I saw was the wall in front of me. All I heard was shuffling around behind me before her bra dropped in front of me. Then some more shuffling and I had to guess she was undressing her panties too.
"For Christ sakes, I didn't even... Veronica. Wait. AH!"
Without any further hesitation, something large and hard pushed between my ass cheeks and right into my rectum, penetrating the rim. A flash of pain overrode everything else for a second. Then there were long, loud moans as my body went rigid, arching.
"Fuckkk! Fuck, no!" I yelped, panting heavily from the new assault.
"Ooohhh... " was all Veronica said. She didn't bother listening to me or paying attention. Instead, all I could do was try to lie there and take it.
"That was easy," Veronica moaned without a hint of slur. "You fucking moron, thinking I was some damsel in distress. Now you're getting raped, you sexy little thing..."
"No no no no no..." I muttered again, as my hands fisted around the blankets and my arms quivered from the shock. This couldn't be happening. She wasn't going to actually... no way!
"Feel that?" she asked, pressing her cock into me in such a way my eyes watered and electric shocks wailed through me. "That's your g-spot. You're gonna scream my name whether you want it or not by the time I'm done with you."
Her words were frighteningly clear. Then she thrusted again, punching past that barrier to another world of agony.
"Mmm. Yeah." Her giggle was sinister as I shook violently under her. "Squirm, baby. Fucking squirm," she moaned. I did.
"Wait, wait, wait!" I whined, not really able to stop her from doing her thing. I knew there wasn't any sense in begging for mercy or to be stopped, after all. She was serious about this. That much was obvious.
"Why should I wait? No. I waited all fucking day," she purred. "And when I'm done with you, maybe I'll fuck that uptight bitch girlfriend of yours. What was her name? Angelica, Angela or whatever," Veronica continued, sawing her throbbing member in and out of me, consummating my surrender to her invasion.
The ever-lasting pressure inside me, building up, sent all sorts of electric shocks through my body. This shouldn't have been pleasurable in any way, shape, or form, but with her deft thrusting, hitting my prostate at the perfect time each time, I felt an unstoppable rush of adrenaline pour through me and the burn became an unexpected lust.
"There's the spot," Veronica sighed and smiled. "Wanna cum from getting your ass fucked?"
She punctuated that sentence by increasing her pace. Each thrust was accompanied by an 'ugh' sound from both of us. At first, it hurt like hell and I fought against the inevitable. The faster the pace, the easier it got to relax, to submit, and then she kept massaging that spot of joy inside me. She played my body like an instrument and soon I was moving in unison with her, grunting and moaning involuntarily as Veronica brutally sodomized me.
It didn't take long, just a handful of rough ass-raping thrusts, and I exploded with a roaring and embarrassing orgasm. I lost my ability to breathe and focus and the world became a jumble of feelings and sensations. There was pain and discomfort, but above it all; immense waves of pleasure washed over everything. My brain and mind shut off completely, and my dick erupted in a wild display of cum splattering everywhere.
It seemed to go forever, and even after the ejaculation was done, Veronica had barely even slowed her thrusting.
"Seems you liked that, Nurse Kevin," she giggled before speeding her assault, stabbing at my depths.
I collapsed in a shuddering wreck. My mind shut down, as I simply held onto the bedding below my hands in a failed attempt to grip the reality of what was happening. My brain and body had simply decided that there was nothing in the world that made sense in this moment. Veronica seemed satisfied as her ramming didn't relent for an instant.
She seemed to be groaning in the near delight of being in control, raping my once virgin hole, pounding me to her pleasure. For several minutes she ravaged me. She used one hand to shove my head into the mattress, her other was holding my wrists tightly pinned together behind my back, stopping my defense. I was like a puppet.
Her skin and warmth were above me, and I felt her hair fall down as I heard the low grunts of enjoyment coming out from her chest.
"Oh fuck. Your ass... was made... for fucking..." Veronica gasped. "And I'm gonna... fill it!"
"No! Wait! Don't! Stop! Don't! Not that! Ahh!"
Veronica reached under me and roughly pulled my hips higher to align my hole with her cock better and then started fucking me even harder. This was beyond anything that could be explained.
The full length and force of her massive shaft were suddenly being plunged all the way into me and Veronica's rhythm grew more ragged and offbeat. With an absolute roar of pleasure, she pushed into me deep as her balls twitched against mine. It felt like molten hot geysir erupted directly into my bowels. As the cum filled every crevasse inside me, Veronica slammed in again and another ropey torrent shot deep within my innards. Veronica groaned in blissful satisfaction while I grit my teeth from the discomforting pressure in my asshole.
"Why?" I whimpered.
Veronica wasn't yet done filling my poor and sore rectum with her essence. The flood poured and poured into me, dousing everything, forcing my muscles to yield and bulge.
"I can't wait until I'm gonna rape you in front of your girl, and once she sees what kind of a bitch you are, I'm gonna take her too," Veronica muttered into my ear, panting hard from having filled me up.
I groaned, wishing this was all but a terrible nightmare. But no such luck. She pulled back slowly until the head popped out and immediately I could feel the gush and spill of her thick jizz. I could only sob pitifully. She released my arms and legs and crawled onto the bed next to me. As she collapsed in an exhausted heap, her arm moved around me, pulling my head gently towards her and planting a soft kiss against my sweat-covered brow. I just laid there, defeated.
"God, I'm so fucking horny right now, thinking about all the stuff you let me do to you," Veronica laughed, whispering into my ears. "It turns me on, being able to force a guy to be my cum dumpster. Angela. Isn't she a cute one, huh? I'll make her mine too. It'll be so nice to show her your submissive side, making her watch her man act like a fucking pathetic little fuck-doll."
A cruel chuckle left her. I rolled onto my back, still shattered, drained, and totally confused. And yeah. That was rape! Shame, anger, humiliation... those weren't even close to what I felt inside. Why was I still so horny? How could that possibly still turn me on? There were a lot of confusing things and I didn't know which way I felt.
Veronica got up on her knees and angled herself between my limp legs, lowering herself down on me until she was almost atop me, letting her fat cock slide, still wet and cum-covered, down below my taint, right against my empty hole. I gazed up, meeting those eyes, and didn't protest as the wet shaft ran slowly, torturously, along my spent, stretched ass. The lubrication of my bowels, combined with her cum, made the entire path glisten and shine, making her entry so easy.
But instead of railing me like she did the first time, Veronica gently rocked back and forth, her cock rock hard, but only nudging along my insides instead of barging ahead like before. A little smile of contentment etched into her flushed cheeks. "Say, are you alright?" she asked, her tone caring.
"Veronica... that was awful," I confessed. Veronica just smiled an evil grin at me.
"I'm gonna make love to you now," Veronica said, with a tone and voice that held no love.
"Stop. Just please stop."
She didn't. True to her word, Veronica did indeed make love to my bowels. Gentle strokes, taking her time with me. Ensuring I felt good. I hated it. I loved it. The turmoil was unreal, but my body betrayed my wishes and desires. I melted away beneath her and slowly accepted defeat.
I just lay there and listened to the sound of my breath and her movements. Feeling her thick detailed cock rail across my g-spot every time her cock stroked in, her fingers entangled in my hair, softly stroking me, holding my face still and close to her lips as we shared kisses.
"Don't... you look just perfect beneath me, taking it like a real slut," she sighed. "Does it hurt?" she asked.
"No," I told her, sighing, grunting from her pace.
It didn't, that's true enough, because it felt really good. My cock was already hard again. How the hell can she just play with my body so easily? The smell of alcohol still clung to her mouth and my lungs as we shared air. The sensation of being overwhelmed by all these different touches and feelings soon caused me to drift in a bubble of emotions where everything around me disappeared. She grunted and breathed deeply above me, focusing on me.
"Mmm. You're clamping down real nice there," Veronica whispered. I closed my eyes as Veronica picked up the pace. This was easier, now, allowing me to pretend it wasn't happening.
"Shut up, please... shut... shut up!" I growled.
She kissed me and forced my lips apart with her tongue. Involuntarily, I met her, dueling for dominance and quickly yielded to her invading probing. After that, my mind faded in and out for several minutes. Veronica took her time in drawing out her pleasure, never finishing.
This wasn't making love. It was debasing and demoralizing me, and I couldn't fight her anymore.
I woke up some time later, perhaps because her movements had paused or she was finished. Her fingers were slowly sliding along my rib cage. My ass still pulsing. Every breath felt heavy. Every inhale and exhale was hard-earned. I looked at her grinning, shining with sweat from forehead to her belly, and past that probably.
Comments
FU
Saw this coming from about the second beer. Why would he being a nurse allow someone to drink more if he thought that person was beyond a point of inebriation to help themselves to bed? Looking past that just wondering why the girlfriend didn’t come looking for him earlier, if she ever did. So if Angela finally comes looking for him, is she raped by her boyfriend and his new she/male girlfriend? Does she get DP and then fuck by her boyfriend whilst he takes it up the ass.
Bryce Johnson
Pretty unnecessary comments to be honest. He’s writing stories on a daily to semi daily basis for December, so all the stories are fun, quick and fast. Which means there is probably not a lot of time for editing. And that is okay. If you are trying to offer constructive criticism, then it’s not coming across as constructive.
Ike turner
I’m going to stop reading now, this is poor writing desperately in need of revision and thorough editing. Please don’ take offense. My comments are offered as constructive criticism. Cheers!
