Arkansas Chapter 2

I could hear Marybell undo the clasp of the seatbelt. The pressure on the back of my head and hand was now relieved, letting me lean forward from the powerful embrace of the mammoth body I was attached to. I shook my head and massaged the back of my neck, not to mention wiped the boob sweat off of my face. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Laura walking by, not even looking into the window at me. It was too high for her to see anyways. That was probably a good thing.

“Sugar, you’re probably gonna have to get up first,” Marybell said to me. Clearly she couldn’t do much maneuvering to help me out, with massive frame being so cramped back here. Indeed, I would have to get myself over one of her thighs and out the door. I figured I would move to my left, which was the side I was originally sitting on. There was some room over there, so I could probably swing that. She spread her legs as best she could to release me from her body’s grip, but her legs were so big and fat, they were like walls I would have to climb over. To avoid as much awkwardness as possible, I placed both of my hands on the other side of her thing on the seat, which was a lot harder than it sounds. It would have been easier to lift off of her big thigh, but I figured that would be a weird social queue, though I wasn’t sure what the culture was like here. Either way, I pulled myself up and over, and for a moment, just a split moment, I was laying on her thigh like a child would lay on a parent’s knee to get spanked. As I finally made it over and reached for the door, Marybell giggled. “Heehee, you have a cute little butt.” I turned bright red and didn’t respond.

As I opened the door, the sun hit my eyes and I looked around. The house was an old looking stack of wood, surrounded by lots of country with few houses that I could see. The green slopes and tall trees were certainly majestic, made all the more powerful by the fact that I was no longer trapped in that car with that behemoth. I walked my way toward Laura, who appeared to be looking over me.

I turned my head to see Marybell directly behind me. It would appear she had followed me out of the car. Her enormous figure dwarfed mine, and her height was confirmed. She had to be over six feet tall, and her weight immeasurable. It took all I had not to gasp in fright at her imposing body, towering over me in all ways. I also couldn’t help but stare at her enormous bust, wobbling with ever gargantuan step.

“How was the ride back there?” Asked Laura after a moment of taking in the scenery. Clearly she was not aware of the peril I was in, strapped to the chest to that elephant in the backseat.

“Oh, it was okay,” I lied. “I’m glad we’re here, how about that?” I chuckled, trying to play it off like everything was okay. And maybe it was, now that the car ride from Hell was over.

“Same! I need to shower, bad,” Laura stated. Indeed, both of us looked like Hell, with all the heat and humidity here in the South.

Jasper chirped in. “Marybell! Show Laura here the bathroom so she can clean up. I’ll take Junior here to unload the car and start fixing her up.” Laura looked up at Marybell, who smiled down at her, blocking out the sun. The two of them opened the front door and disappeared into the rickety old house, the screen door making a loud creaking sound as it slammed shut behind them. Jasper turned to look at me. “Well, ready to get started?”

“Yes sir.”

The two of us unloaded the car and steered it into the garage. Jasper wiped a bead of sweat off of his brow, then opened a mini fridge. “Beer, son?”

“No thank you,” I replied.

“Suit yourself,” he said. He cracked one open, took a swig, and sighed in relief. “Only thing that keeps me cool out here is a nice, cold beer. Can’t imagine life without it. They got beers out in the big city?”

I chuckled. “Oh yeah, beers, martinis, rum and cokes, you name it, they got it.”

“Always wanted to visit one of them big cities,” Jasper said to his beer. “Always thought it would be nice to just blend in for a while. Never been though. Maybe some day. Might be good for Marybell, you know?”

“I think she would enjoy it a lot!”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Jasper said, taking another swig. “Poor girl, her mama died some fifteen years ago, she was just a pup. Been raisin’ her ever since. Got to be honest, don’t really know what I’m doing. She ain’t exactly a car. It’s not like they make instruction manuals on how to raise kids.” I thought about disagreeing, but felt it best to just keep my mouth shut and nod. “Anyways, thanks for helping me move this bad boy into the garage. I’ll take it from here, you can go on inside and see to your misses.”

“Thank you… for everything. I really can’t thank you enough. You’ve really saved us out here,” I said.

“Aw it’s nothing, go ask Marybell to get you something to drink. It’s a hot one today, don’t want to die of thirst now.”

I left him in the garage and headed inside. The house was definitely old looking. Not entirely dirty, but disheveled would be a good word. Lots of items strewn about, tables filled with tools and other oddities. The carpet and walls looked like they were straight out of a sitcom from the 70’s. A voice called out to me from the left.

“Want anything to drink, sweetie? We have juice, water, milk?”

It was Marybell. “Water please.”

“You’ve got it Sweetie,” she said. “Go ahead and have a seat on the couch, I’ll be right over.”

I took a seat on their small couch, the coffee table up close. There were tons of wrappers all over the table from various burger joints and candies. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, judging by Marybell’s girth.

She approached with a glass of water and a plate of cookies. She leaned forward to offer them. “Here’s your water. Want a cookie?” I could only stare in awe at the canyon of cleavage in front of me. Her breasts were straining to hit the floor from behind their barely there pink prison.

“Um… no thank you…” I muttered.

She crashed right next to me on the couch. I tried not to look at her, but it was clear she was now going to talk to me. “Look, I still have a red mark where your little hand was grabbing my boobie!” She pushed out her chest, as if it could be pushed out any further, and pointed to her top right boob. There was a red mark for sure, as much as I didn’t want to admit it.

“Sorry about that…” I said. “Also, I wasn’t grabbing you, the seat belt-“

“Oh it’s okay,” she said, eating a cookie. “I didn’t think I would like it, but it was fun having a sitting buddy.” She patted me on my head, as if I were a dog. “Feel free to sit with me any time.”

I heard Laura come out of the bathroom. Thank god. “Hey honey, you’re turn,” she said. She was wearing the same clothes, and she was all dry, except for her hair. She looked much better now that she had showered and had some time to rest outside of the heat.

“Okay,” I said, as if assuring the room of something significant. “I’m gonna head to the shower, should be pretty quick.” I headed into the bathroom, closed the door, and started taking my clothes off. I caught a whiff of my body odor, and oh boy did I need this. After turning on the shower, I jumped in and let the refreshing water pour all over me.

Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door open. I stopped washing myself out of sheet disbelief. “Um…” I muttered. “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Sweetie.” It was Marybell. “I brought you some of Daddy’s body wash. I figured a man like you would want to use men’s body wash instead of mine.”

“Oh thank you,” I said, trying to pretend this wasn’t completely awkward. “Just leave it on the-“

Just then, she pulled the curtains and stood before me, her giant body blocking out the view behind her. She was holding some body wash and handed it forward. Instinctively, I covered my penis with my hand. “Whoa!” I yelled.

She giggled as she transferred the body wash. “You have such a cute little peepee,” she said in a sweet voice.

“Marybell, please-“

“It’s okay, Sweetie, don’t be shy,” she reached forward and grabbed my hand covering my cock. She could easily overpower me, not to mention I was completely naked. I had never felt so vulnerable in all my life. She was in complete control, and I couldn’t tell if she was aware of her power. She lifted my hand. As she did so, since she was more leaned in, the water soaked her shirt and it became more see through than before, with her massive nipples hardening. Here I was, a tiny naked boy, trapped by a giant fat girl with huge tits. There was no escape, and it was about to get worse.

“Ooh, look at that,” she said. I was ashamed to say it, but in all the panic and confusion, and of course the huge tits in front of me, I had gotten hard. “I guess it’s not so little anymore,” she giggled.

“Marybell, get out-“

She reached a big more and grabbed my cock, and my balls with it. She now literally had me by the balls. Her shirt was also soaked wet now, and she was leaning forward. If her shirt were any smaller, I would be able to see her nipples, or at least her areola. She looked me in the eyes. “Did your peepee get hard looking at my big boobies?”

I shook my head and closed my eyes. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and I just wanted it to be over.

“Then what else is it?” She asked, in a mommy voice.

“It’s… uh… I mean…” I stammered.

She giggled and patted me on the head. “Enjoy your shower Sweetie,” she said as she waddled out, closing the door behind her. I stood shocked for more than a moment, trying to recover.