Winning Cupcakes: Chapter 1

As I pulled into the farmhouse in my Toyota Corolla, I realized just how far away from the city I truly was. Gone were the buildings piercing the skies, the smog littering the air, the honking sounds of cars fighting their way through traffic. The horizon here was instead lined with green trees and hills sloping over each other in majestic and confusing energies. The sun beat down on the world below, and it was as if it was the first time I had ever truly seen it, out here in the middle of nowhere. Nature had much more of a presence than where I came from.

I knocked on the big door in front of me. It gave a nice hollow knock. It was probably made from a local tree, judging by the nice grooves in the wood. I realized I would probably have to tone down all of my thoughts regarding this place and just let the intricacies just come naturally; I would probably look rude making all kinds of assumptions about their every day life. It was a bit warm outside, and very humid, so I waited anxiously for the door to open so I could get out of this wet air.

The door opened, and a girl probably around the age of 20 greeted me. “Hello, you must be Tom?” She asked. She was rail thin, with her dirty blonde hair in a bun.

“That’s me! You must be Julie.” I replied.

“You got it! Mom is baking right now. Come on in, I’ll go get her.”

I entered the house, a farm house if I ever saw one. Wood everywhere, with lots of natural light peaking through the windows. The scintillating aroma of fresh baked goods wafted through the air and reached my nostrils, teasing me with their sweetness. I heard Julie speaking to someone behind a door.

“Mom, Tom is here.”

The voice answered, which was somehow higher in pitch. “Thank you Julie, can you please take these out of the oven in three minutes?” The door opened, and a massive woman walked out. The first thing I noticed was how wide she was. For starters, she walked through the door sideways. Her hips were so huge, she wouldn’t fit through the door just walking straight through. She was wearing jeans in a size I didn’t know they made that looked like they were being pressed to the max. Her pink apron covered her belly, though there clearly was one. But bulging just above that was a huge chest, pushing the apron forward and revealing a large, gray shirt with a watermelon sphere trying to escape. Finally, I saw her face, a rose colored cheek with nice blue eyes and curly, dirty blonde hair.

Eventually, she would clear past the door and turn towards me, her breasts bobbing up and down, peeking well over her apron. Her eyes met mine. They were such kind eyes, with a warmth that made me already feel so welcome.

“Tom!” She said excitedly.

“Debbie! Great to meet you!” I replied. I approached her and offered a handshake.

“Tom, out here in the country, we’re huggers!” She laughed. That’s when I realized she was also tall. I was certainly no giant; at five and a half feet, I was always on the shorter side of my gender. But Debbie was at least a foot taller than me, maybe more. We honestly barely looked like the same species, our size discrepancy was so large. And her strength! She lifted me by my arm pits and pulled me in for a warm hug, her breasts swallowing my torso. She could with ease hug me with one hand if she wanted to, whereas I don’t even think I could reach her back around her thick and wide chest. Continuing to hold me, her bulging bosom like a set of beach balls pressing against and swallowing my chest at the same time, she spoke more. “I’m so glad you’ve agreed to help me. You’re going to be my secret weapon!”

“I can’t wait to help you with your inventory! I guarantee there’s a lot more that my data can help you with.”

“Oh, I’m just so excited,” she replied. “Ever since I started baking, I have always been great with the food part. It’s just the numbers…”

“Get complicated,” I finished. She nodded approvingly. “Don’t worry about a thing, I’ll handle the boring numbers, you can keep working on the what smells like delicious cupcakes!”

She squealed with excitement when Julie entered the room. “Mom,” she said. “The cupcakes are done… and don’t you think you should put Tom down and take him to his room?”

Debbie looked at me for a second. “Oh right, I’m so sorry. Where are my manners.” She lowered me back to earth. “Let me take you to your room. I did promise you room and board while you work for me, and the room is ready to go.”

“Thank you!” I replied.

Debbie led me upstairs, and it was a journey that took a lot longer than it probably should have. I climbed from behind her, and my entire view was blocked be her vast backside. Her round butt was so wide, I was nervous it would crash through the railing on the side and we would all fall over, but I could only assume since it was her house she had done this many times. Another fear was if she fell backwards. On the nightmare chance that that happened, I would assuredly be dead. It would have been like Indiana Jones and the giant boulder, only I wouldn’t make it out of this one in one piece.

At the top of the stairs, she stopped at the first door on the right. “This will be your room, Sweetie,” Debbie said. She opened the door, and inside was a very quaint room. A nice bed against the wall, a decent closet, an elaborate dresser, a television, and that was about it. It had an old cabin feel, with dark wood and a maroon carpet giving that home feel. All it needed was a fireplace.

“This looks fantastic, Debbie! Thank you,” I said.

“Oh it’s my pleasure. It’s nice having another man in the house. My husband is a trucker and he’s almost never home.”

“That’s too bad,” I replied. “Is he usually gone for a while?”

“Yes,” she said. “He can be out for anywhere between three weeks to two months. It all depends on what route he’s taking and how behind they are. I just wish he would find a job where he can stay home and be with his family more.”

“I could see that being rough.”

“For the moment, all I have is Julie, and she’s going back and forth to college, so normally, it’s just big old me cooped up in this house, all alone.”

“Well,” I comforted “You’ll have me to hang out with. If you ever want to talk or get something to eat just watch TV, let me know. I don’t have any connections out here, so I’m sure I’ll have a lot of free time to do just about anything.”

Debbie blushed. “You are just so sweet. You know, if I were younger and not married, I would have been after you like that.” She snapper her fingers. “I bet there’s a cutie here in Simpleton that would be dying to be with you. SPIDER!!” Suddenly, after a brief exclamation, she jumped on me, smashing my body to the floor and pinning me with her massive frame. Her giant breasts, not flattened by the floor, were plastered all over my face. I could barely hear anything, but her breathing was definitely intense. My hands and arms were stuck in the deer in the headlights position of terror, my hands in particular now unfortunately positioned around the center of her breasts, where assumedly her nipples were. I immediately began sweating, and something else was happening that I hoped she didn’t notice.

After what seemed like five minutes but was probably just a few seconds, she leaned up a big so she was now sitting on my lower torso with her knees on the floor. “Oh my god, I am so sorry Honey!” She cried. “I thought I saw a spider, and I am DEATHLY afraid of spiders. It was just a dust bunny, I’m so sorry.” She looked down on me. “I’m used to being with my husband. He’s big like me, not so petite and cute. Are you okay?”

Finally able to speak, I pulled myself up to rest my elbows on the floor. “Y-Yeah, I think I’ll be alright.” She paused a bit as she sat on me, then giggled.

“Something tells me you’re more than okay,” she said. My face turned red and she laughed some more. “Oh don’t worry, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I know they don’t make women like me where you come from.”