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My car smelled intensely like Mexican food. It made sense, being that I had just picked up the biggest order of Mexican Food from Taco Shack I had ever seen. Three Fiesta Packs, which alone was enough to feed at least fifteen people. Four extra large sodas, ten tacos, copious amounts of hot sauce, the list just went on. On the plus side, I would be the hero of some extravagant party. It would be just like on the TV shows; I would knock on the door, they would open it, the rock music would kick in, someone would yell “Party’s HERE!!!” And I would come in and we would all dance. For a while. It never showed the ending of those parties but we can all assume it was a good time. Anyways, that would be me.

Which was good, seeing as I wasn’t exactly star of the party material. I was a 140 pound short dude with few prospects. For one, I was making this food delivery, as my main job. School had not really worked out for me, so I was grasping at straws trying to make my way through life, and this was the easiest way to make some cash. Additionally, I could set my own hours, so it was basically a dream job, minus of course the pay.

I pulled up to the house I was delivering to, and was immediately surprised by the lack of cars. Was it some kind of neighborhood party? I looked down the simple street, left and right. Seemed quiet. Your ordinary day in the suburbs. It should be noted it was a Wednesday afternoon, not exactly a party day. It was just your average sunny day, and this was just an average, one story house.

As I walked across the driveway, I noticed the front door was actually a double door, which was oddly nice for this part of town. Nobody had a door like this, must be some real money with these guys. I rang the doorbell, and a frail looking woman answered the door. She was pale with messy hair, and what we would refer to as a “resting bitch face”.

“Hey, I’m here with your Taco Shack,” I said.

She looked me up and down. “Took you long enough. I’ll give you your tip if you set up the food inside.”

“Um…” I replied. “It’s not exactly customary to come inside the customer’s house.”

“Do you want your tip or don’tcha?” She asked, her hands on her hips.

What a bitch. She was holding my money hostage. “Okay, I can help set up.” She let me inside. The house was pretty messy looking. The carpet had stains all over it, there was a mild odor, and half of the items on the shelves were broken. For instance, the living room had a tv, though it looks like the middle had cracked and the whole thing just sagged there. There were pictures on the wall, but half of them were cracked.

“You can set the food right there!” She snapped at me as we made our way into the dining room. There was a massive seat at the end of the table, which was about the width of a two seater couch. I began placing the food on the table, spaced out so everyone would be able to get to it. “Not like that, idiot!” She yelled at me. “Just push it all to the end there, with the big chair. Don’t you know anything?”

“Sorry,” I muttered. I didn’t mean it. “So… are you throwing a nice party with some friends?”

“No, why would you think that?”

“Oh, well, I mean, all of this food? The fiesta packs, sodas?”

“Helen! Get in here your food’s ready!” She exclaimed. Then she turned to me. “You are in so much trouble, you rude, rude man.” I heard footsteps behind me, and when I turned around, I almost fell over. In front of me was the largest woman I had ever seen. Easily over 600 pounds and around six feet tall, she was the definition of roundness. She was wearing a very tight pink shirt that couldn’t cover her belly, and for two reasons. One, she was huge. Two, her breasts were absurdly large. They jutted out at least a foot from her chest, which was already big and broad. And she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, as her massive nipples poked out of the shirt. She had big thighs to match as well. She had fairly short blonde hair, and a face that only a mother could love. She had glasses to cover her dead eyes, with cheeks that looked like they wanted to suffocate her face. Her giant lips dripped in anticipation of her coming meal.

I panicked. “Ok, well, I’m gonna head out.” I began walking out of the dining room.

“Stop him Helen, he was being rude!” The older woman yelled.

Just to get around Helen, I had to turn my body sideways, but she backed up and closed off the doorway completely. I pushed on her giant thigh (or ass, hard to tell where one started and the other ended), but my efforts were completely in vain. “Please! Let me out of here!” I begged. She didn’t seem to show any emotion, or even the slightest notion that she was doing anything wrong. She stoically stood in place, her eyes mostly focused on the banquet in front of her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another hallway, to where I didn’t know, but it was an escape. I changed course and charged that way.

“Helen!” The frail woman yelled.

Just as I passed her massive body, her massive arm dropped and wrapped me in a tight headlock. She pulled in tight, slamming the back of my head into her left breast. It was like a more firm pillow, and a huge one, was cushioning my head from being crushed. I squirmed and kicked in my attempt to escape, but it was to no avail. Helen was far too big and strong. I was at her mercy. The woman entered my frame of view.

“You are such a bad boy! I’m going to make sure you suffer. Helen, snuff this boy’s face with your left tit!” With her free hand, she grabbed my head, her large, fat fingers able to palm the top of my head. Despite all my efforts, she easily turned my head to now directly face her left breast. Up close, I could see just how stressed and strained her poor shirt was, especially her large protruding nipple. I felt her raise the arm wrapped around my neck to now wrap around my head, and she pulled even tighter. My face plunged into her chest, my hands instinctively pushing against it, but again, she was far too strong for my resistance to have any effect. “How dare you call Helen fat,” came the old woman’s voice. “Does she eat a lot? Maybe. But just look at how healthy she is! Look at how massive her chest is! She’s the apple of every man’s eye!” I was vigorously trying to escape. I put my leg on her thigh for leverage and tried prying myself out that way. Nothing could get me out of her powerful grip. It was then that I realized just how massive her breasts were. My arms could almost wrap around this one breast, which was essentially happening as I was pushing against it. I managed to turn my face so I wouldn’t suffocate, so now my right cheek was pushed into her flesh. My right eye was blocked out by the massive overflow of her tit.

“Let…me…go…please…” I tried to squeeze out, but my voice was muffled. This monstrous woman could kill me if she wanted to.

“Helen,” the frail woman commanded. “There is still life left in him. Why not give him a hug? A strong hug.” Helen pulled me out, and for a brief moment, I gasped for air. As stated earlier, there was a light stench in this house, but I sucked in as much as I could. But it wouldn’t last long. Her arms surrounded my back and rotated me so I was right in front of her. Both of her massive breasts bulged in front of me and on either side of me. I barely got a moment to catch my breath before she squeezed me into her stomach, my face mashing against her huge tits. I tried pleading with her to let me go, but my voice was completely muffled. My arms pushed against her tits as hard as they could, but they were no match. At best, they sank into her chest.

“Look at you rubbing her chest, boy!” The old woman exclaimed. “I bet you want Helen so bad. How couldn’t you? Look at how big her tits are!” I felt her hand grab my hair and pull me out. She stared me right in the face. “I bet you want to suck on her big titties don’t you?”

Gasping for air, I couldn’t say much. “Please… let me go… I’ll do anything… please…”

“Not much you could do for me at this point, the hurt is too strong,” the woman chirped. At this point, I had run out of energy. My body was slumped forward, resting against her prodigious chest. “Helen, put him on the ground and sit on him, I’ll be right back.” As she marched off, Helen gently placed my on my back, then she (thankfully) gently knelt down to my midsection, so her knees were on the ground. She towered over me with such power, despite not seeming to care one way or the other. Her giant breasts almost entirely blocked out her face.

“Please… Helen… you have to let me go. Your mom is crazy,” I pleaded.

She just stared down at me smiling. Playfully, she leaned forward and smothered my with her huge chest, wiggling back and forth like it was a fun game. She plopped back up and laughed at me, her chest heaving with every cackle.

“That was very funny, Helen,” I muttered. “Now if you let me go, I can get you anything you want!” Her eyes opened wider when I said that. “Yeah, anything you want. We can go get ice cream, pizza, burgers…” she was starting to look excited.

“Don’t listen to him, Helen!” Came a voice from behind. The frail one was back. I couldn’t see her as she was behind Helen, and she was obviously a mountain of a woman. It was a special kind of scary to have someone like her in command of Helen, and now to have her not even visible. Who knew what kind of shenanigans she was getting in to? “Helen, take off your shirt. Give our victim a little show.” Helen leaned back and pulled her shirt up. Naturally, it got stuck on her breasts, and she began tugging. It was easy to forget she had a belly, since it was mostly hidden be her enormous chest, but there it was, wide and full, but not as loose as one might imagine. She must have had a very thick frame, and was fat on top of that. Eventually she got the the shirt over her breasts and was able to pull it over her head, and there she sat, staring down at me in all her glory. These mammoth breasts were out, impressively perky and pointing to either side of me. Her nipples were pink and huge, jutting out at least an inch. She squeezed them together with her arms and swayed back and forth, knowing full well she was huge and knowing I had never seen breasts like this before. She giggled innocently as she did it, which was all the more sinister considering the position we were in and the doom that was clearly about to befall me. “You probably want to suck on those big tits, don’tcha?” She cupped her tits with her hands and stared right at me.

“Ma’am, your daughter is very attractive, she is,” I stammered. “But please, you have to let me go. She is going to crush me.”

“If you’re lucky, she’ll crush you. I can see you salivating staring at her big tits. I’m going to make sure you spend as much time with them as possible. Helen, give him your special hug now!” Helen reached forward, grabbing my head and placing it behind her powerful arms. Then, still holding on to my head, she got up to her knees.

“Helen, I’m begging you…” I started to say, but before I could finish my plea, she slammed me between her breasts. Immediately my vision went dark, and her fleshy breasts completely covered my head. She had clearly been sweating, and how could she not, as my face was quickly getting sticky and moist. I heard the old woman give a command, though I couldn’t hear what it was. It made sense after a second, when she pulled me up a bit, my shoulders now getting stuck between them and the top of my head barely poking out of her cleavage. I felt Helen’s fat fingers grab my hair and give a tug, and now my face was poking out from between her cleavage.

“Little freak, you like her tits so much, I’ll make sure you never leave them!” I felt a tinge of pressure from behind me, and it continued to get tighter and tighter, all the while, Helen’s breasts were being squeezed, getting taller and rounder. Oh no…

After one big tug, I could hear the old woman panting. “And… there we… go! Helen’s bra is now on. Good luck getting out of that!” My hands, which were now only functional from the elbow down, struggled and grabbed at whatever it could, and I finally grabbed at the fabric of her bra. It’s true, I was trapped, and there was no way I was getting out. “Honey, how about we wear this tank top now?” Helen raised her arms and the old woman put a white tank top on her. After a few tugs around the chest, her tank top was now in place. She was now wearing every day clothing on top of me. She looked down at me and wiggled a little, my head swaying back and forth with her.

“Okay Helen, you’ve waited long enough, sweetie. It’s time for lunch.”

Helen got up, my body still stuck to hers, and walked to her massive chair and sat down, my legs dangling in front of the seat. I began to cry thinking of what this all meant for me. “Helen, please, please, I’m begging you, please, let me go!” With one finger, she pushed my head down into her cleavage and began eating. And she was a messy eater. Hot sauce and cheese and lettuce was getting all over the top of my head. I sobbed endlessly in the heart of her bosom.

The last thing I heard before passing out was: “Welcome, you little prick, the rest of your life.”