The Online Seminar

“Welcome class! Thanks for signing up to my  online class”

Franky was excited about his new trading online seminars. Wanting to make some money on the side.

Very eager to learn, he was very focussed on his computer screen. Although he could some whimpering. Very faint.

Abruptly cutting her monologue of information he-

“Errrr, Sorry miss, hey does anyone hear that whimpering?… mute your mics please guys”

The class was already dead silent. The 200 students in the class very much stared blankly back.

“Thanks Franky… I’m sure.. the noises will stop. Does anyone have any other questions?”

Mrs Anette leant back stretching, her seat creaked roared into the sensitive ears of the class. Poor chair was used daily for hours of her online classes. Even though the class couldn’t see her body, they could see her fat face. Assumed she was a larger lady. Little did they understand the full picture.

The class was awesome! Everyone loved her teaching style and was off to a great start. At the end of the meeting-

“Could Franky stay behind please, everyone else ill see you guys tomorrow”

Finally when it was just Anette and Franky in the room. She told him not to cause a fuss about background noises. Warning him not to be disruptive in class. Being an entire adults self funded course, Franky being 27 felt kind of strange being talked to like a child… but with a shrug of the shoulders he apologised.

!!

With a frustrated grunt, her camera clicked off the a blank screen. All Franky could hear was the audio on Anette’s side as-

JUPLOOOSH

She stood up, her sweaty butt squelched off the chair

(Desperate gasping mixed with pained groans filled the silent digital audio space)

Scaring Franky almost out his seat, he couldn’t help but listen in out of curiosity…

“GREAT!! Because of your bitchy whimpering… one of my students heard you!! …. (Brief silence) ohhhh… I busted your collarbone… I’ve gotta stop slouching.. damn..”

BLOOOORCH!!!

Franky heard a loud meaty impact.

!

Anette’s camera flicked back on. (She didn’t know her mic wasn’t muted the entire time) Franky again was puzzled at the fact she was lower in her camera.

What he didn’t know what she had squashed her seat lower to the ground.

“You can go now, My next class is soon going to be here”

“But I’ve-“

BEEP!

Franky was kicked out of the live session link.

Somewhat troubled there’s nothing he could do. So he got up and went about his day. He worked at a Mexican restaurant franchise, clearly tired of of working the drive thru but he needed to pay bills. Plus the food was great so things could be much worse.

Working a long shift, full of abuse. He walking over… well.. WHEELING over a grandiose monster order that came through before they were about to close.

He smirked at such a funny looking car, the car was leaning to left like a giant rock was pinned in the top.

However

Hearing a familiar voice, his ears perked up

“Yes this is your last fucking day Harold… I’m sorry about your damn jaw… shoulda opened your mouth like I said!”

“Here’s your order… Oh Mrs Anette, heya”

“Franky ahahaha, fancy meeting you here, Thanks for the food… having a… errr movie night in”

Frankie could NOT believe the sheer size of the woman. Her breasts were squished against the  steering wheel, the wheel looked a little bent to accommodate. The seat was so far back it looked like there was no seat holding her. Any of her movements made the car move, as if it was held hostage by her girth.

“Here take my number… if you need any extra help let me know… I’ll even through in some one on one tutoring”

As she adjusted her butt in the car Franky heard some faint calls for help. Muffled utterances

“Haha Damn car always needs work… especially the suspension for some reason… anyways I’ll see you in class tomorrow then”

The car laboured off into traffic.

Franky finished his shift. With things being like any other month working at his job and getting by. One time he was looking at the news at it was talking about a ‘Harold’ who was found crushed… on his wife’s doorstep… Franky reacted like any other day of the news accept. The moment he saw the huge round butt shape of his flat body… his mind began to wonder.  But surely it would be too much a coincidence to be linked to his trading teacher.

Besides he’s never even seen Anette’s body. So he forgot about it.

A few weeks later….

“Great session as always class, everyone apart from Franky, Dillon and Ahhh Sandra stay back after class please”

Anette gave individual praise to the three students. When it came to Frank’y turn…

“Hey Franky Great job on- !?… oh dinners here… one second please young man”

Juplorch!

Hopping up out of her seat, her giant frame smashed into the doorway, shaking the room… just enough to knock the camera over. Franky’s entire monitor now stare directly at Anette’s seat…

The giant dome red leather seat… had been moulded to her giant butt. The deep indents were as such, boasting an ass that would cause unnecessary lines in the supermarket as people would not be able to pass by her. The amount of damp sweat there was he had to look twice to notice…

!!?

Franky eyes latched on to what looked like a human. Squashed flat, so flat his joints looked like they tried their best to adapt being used as a-

“MY GOSH!! that’s soooo annoying! …What clogged again?! ARGHHH!! Don’t worry don’t worry… the new guy will have to… ah… do it…”

Anette’s loud voice rang throughout her side of the call in the background. The heavy footsteps shook the Franky’s view as she closed in.

“Oh crap my camera fell!”

Picking it up she wondered what Franky had seen. Calling into the call, before finding out he was not there. He was hiding off camera so she didn’t know he saw what he saw.

But what he heard next would stay with him, forever.

“Sorry man… err… yeah (GUOOOORGLE) plumber is… yeah he avoids this house hahaha, (jiggling her belly in his face) for obvious reasons. But this is how you can pay your debts to me (GRRRGLERGLE) ughh! Man uhh…”

Franky was hiding off camera listening to her manhandle what sounded like a mask or a gape or something. She even greased his throat, while she stood full weight on his tiny thighs. Poor guy was bawling in pain.

JUBLOOOOOOORCH!!!

Having stood up for so long, she sat with a mighty plop. Franky heard the windows rattle. The guy yelped through his crushed windpipe, as she moved around getting comfy on his face

“Ahhhhh ready… and oh fuck… it’s… ERRR FRANKY? Are-you-there?”

Her voice sped. With haste.

Scrambling to maintain his obliviousness of the situation he came back. Annette was holding back what looked like a great amount of pressure built up. Trying her best to maintain her innocent image on camera.

She called out to his empty room… before cutting off the live meeting

Weeks pass by and Franky becomes almost certain of what is happening. There is crushed furniture always being taken away in the background of the online seminars. Anette’s complaints about her back hurting increased, she seemed to fill more and more of the camera shot too!

Franky had been screen recording his seminars so he doesn’t miss anything and can recap at any time.

The same week he got moved to home deliveries at his restaurant job. Walking up to a house that seemed somewhat familiar. Lugging another monster-sized order. His boss told him competition in the area is stiff because of The Kurxa kafe. Meaning they had to make giant meals to tap in to that market.

He knocked the door… and a faint voice yelled come in from the back of the house. With a gulp he stepped in. The floor seemed tired… as in the wooden floor had beaten footprints into it, shattered boards. Partnered with a few busted door frames. No way someone could be THAT clumsy. Not knowing where the voice was coming from Franky checked door after door.

There was one frame that barely stand, almost is in complete ruin. Franky thought that must be the main bedroom. Already trespassing enough he wanted to drop the food and run off.

Pushing the door open fractionally, he only saw the… a bathtub?… it looked more like a cauldron as it was bent into a giant oval/pear looking shape… as a violent wave of hot odour rushed to escape the bathroom.

Burning his eyes he turned and shut the door. Picking up speed walking through the halls, sweaty smudges on the walls, scratch marks on the the floors and walls too! Made him think what on earth happens at this house?!

As Franky got to the bedroom door

“Ahhhhhh!!! Wooi! Silent but deadly… man that is bad!! OOWEEE!”

A warm waft of treacherous odour.. leaked out from the bedroom

Franky dropped the food and flung himself away from the bedroom door. Running to the front door!

LOCKED!!

In the far distance all he could hear was Anette sighing from letting out more gas. He knew it was gas because he could see things blowing in the wind.

Footsteps sounded after a sweaty ripping from her chair

Dashing behind the sofa he waited to see…

Anette

So big his imagination corrupted trying make sense of how this person can be so big. Thick red hair with hardy brown eyes.

An absolute Goliath dogging the light bulb with her head at what looked like 7ft! MAYBE TALLER. Feet too big for shoes, calves that would trump full grown dogs.

“Damn guys got my order wrong!!! Tofu burritos?!! G-“

There was an instant reaction to the word Tofu, hysterical muffled cries rang from what seemed to be the same room

“Shhh!! Shhh!! The door is locked!! MR DELIVERY GUY.. COME OUT AT ONCE!! THIS NOW INVASION OF PERSONAL SPACE”

Franky’s mind raced as she finished the entire order like bag of chips. Enjoying the food the muffled screams became gagging wretches. As well as the heat in the room rapidly intensifying.

Doing very well he made it to the laundry room,  hiding his tiny body in-between the drier and and washing machine.

Her huge foot stomped fear into the room. Almost as if the appliances knew they could be crushed by her. Each footstep moved them across the ground

Stuffing herself into the room, she bent over so search the laundry pile, her butt slowly reached back, blocking off all light. The more she bent the more butt submerged over the appliances. They even started metallically squeal as her weight was pushing down on them too much.

Anette’s butt cheeks spread as she fully bent over, Franky stench burning eyes lay witness on a human who was buried deep in the jelly chasm of an ass. Arms crippled like a broken pretzel, chest and head as flat as a gum wrapper.

She eventually got tired and left. While Franky snuck out the window. Having to go around the back

KBOOOOOOOOOOOULCH!!!!

Kids were crying at her using there community hammock! The poor trees were fully bent horizontally… the mountain of a woman sat in the hammock completely stuck to the ground.

The kids watched her grind her huge butt into the innocent hammock, so big it even overflowed on both sides. The kid’s didn’t have much else to play with so the hammock was quite dear to them. They all started crying begging her to get off

BLOOOOOOORF!!

A humble blast of gas had the kids running back to their homes in tears. The waft in the outside air soon caused the local dogs to yelp having no choice but to smell what she birthed onto the neighbourhood.

Franky ran home. Kept it all to himself.

Get through the course and forget anything that ever happened.

A few weeks later…

The course was almost finished. The class had been given loans from Anette to go and make trades to multiple the money.

Interestingly… everyone made great deals did great. Apart from

Franky.

“Well Franky… you lost my money…”

“IM IM… MY INTERNET!! IT WENT DOWN B-B before I could sell”

BEEP!

Anette cut the call off, filling the room with a threatening silence.

Thinking nothing of it he continued his life as normal trying more trades and working to pay his debt back. He even got promoted to manager at the Mexican cuisine restaurant he worked for.

One night he was closing up, locking all the doors. Business had been getting slower and slower due to the kurxa kafe that opened in the local area. The loyal customers kept the place running at this point.

“WHERE’S MY MONEY?!”

Almost freighted out of his skin, a very commanding voice yelled out from above him.

Thinking it was the local drunken Hobo

“Carlos.. back on the drink again? Cmon (turning around) let me… get… you……. *gulp*… something to…. Ah….. eat”

Anette.

Furious.

She was considerably larger than before, her head seemed to touch the clouds at what looked like 7ft 3. Her giant tank of a body made her head look small in comparison too, an incredible hourglass figure that conquered the entrance doors. Her gurgly belly hung out in his face while her hands rested in her pudgy hips.

His back hit the doors as she approached.

“I’m one payment away!! You said-“

“The interest.”

Her reply stunned him into silence. Knowing he didn’t calculate the interest, inflation etc.

She was so much bigger she had him cornered only standing there. Her matching sweatpants and hoodie didn’t hide much.

Grabbing him by the scruff of his shirt and dragging him off into the darkness of the night.

The last thing he knew was overwhelmed by a super large wave of dense fat.

Waking up to the sound of heavy footsteps

He could tell he was in Anette’s bedroom by the familiar scenery. Apart from the stack of busted weighing scales he-

“These fucking scales go up to 1,200lbs!! Why don’t they WOOORK ARGHHH!!”

STOOOOMP!!!

Murdering another heavy duty weighing scale, with a tremendous foot stomp.

Franky’s fate was overkill obvious at this point.

Anette had been eating a lot more than usual due to her recent students struggling in the financial struggles in the world. In addition to kurxa kafe opening mg near her house.. the woman was growing out of control with no way to monitor it.

Franky looked around and couldn’t find a piece of furniture that wasn’t squished.  The TV has giant belly smash on it, the walls had fart blast marks on them, the floor boards looked like crushed clay. Her giant feet armoured with dry skin, she didn’t feel a thing.

Putting him in hand cuffs, she bent over to his face and said-

“Listen Freddy, (Franky tried to correct her) -whatever your name is…. I’m sorry…”

Anette’s phone rang, it her dear friend her does the similar lane of work.

“Ohhh I thought it was just me… you went through 3 In one day!!! I’ve only got this poor sucker who’s- nope never before I’d go easy but I’m stacked up (Slapping her solid flesh belly)”

Franky could the Anette’s friend advising her to go easy on him.

“Well I’ve got clients from till 11pm tonight, back to back no breaks… maybe even more overtime students”

Franky began to scream to help,

THOOOMCH!!

She stomped her scaly foot over his head. Immediately had the life-threatening warning to keep quiet

“Look I’ve gotta go… princess over here is… ready to learn?”

Flicking through on her camera and welcoming the class. She aimed her butt at the giant seat cushion couch

KBLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORCH!!!

Accidentally falling back with a mighty plop. The impact shook a few neighbours houses, even the postman outside looked around for what made the ground shake.

Poor Franky was instantly smashed to pulp. Busting him like a tomato all over the walls and ceiling.

“Hehehe whoops? (Smiles) I looooove life insurance contracts!!”

The class grew confused, asking her why she sat on a tomato. She played it off as a rude comment and that was the end of that. She was grinding the poor seat for hours at it too was crushed by her fall. Heck, even the floor boards barely held up such a woman.

Deep into the afternoon, a police officer came to her door enquiring the missing person of Franky. Meaning someone had tipped off the police about her… ‘activities’

The officer demanded to search the premises… once he entered her bedroom… he never came out. Anette was finally able to consume her classes.

Teaching the class about-

“Life lesson guys, do not stick your nose where it doesn’t belong”

BLAAAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRRRRFFFFFD

“Ohoho! Otherwise HGHN… WOA! Huh… whew… aahhhhhh”

Poor police officer was her seat for days on end. Anette bragged about him being the best seat she’s ever had.

Her nosey neighbour, the one who told the police about Franky. Was hanging her laundry out. She didn’t see Anette coming up behind her. Not standing a chance of a getaway.

“I’ve got a use for that big mouth”

The next thing she knew

She was staring at Anette’s ceiling.

Wondering… what’s that gurgling sound? 

Thanks for reading

PS: I apologise for the lack of posts recently. Been going through a little writer-issues recently. Mind has been very blank and void of ideas… happens every now and again

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