Experience and Encounter at Eagleton (Pt One)
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
phantomstriker
Your mother pulled new clothes out of the closet, form-fitting but comfy black leggings and a tasteful yet appealing purple blouse. Shimming the leggings up her hips was one thing, but dragging the blouse down over her head and around her chest was another. It wasn’t tight, but it was certainly snug, and the extra layer of purple fabric pressed firmly in on your body, squishing you against your mother’s plump breasts just a bit more than before. Of course, you were also completely hidden from the outside world now.
Looking down at the bit of cleavage exposed by her blouse, your mother offered a small smile, forgetting that you couldn’t quite see her face with your own eyes jamming into her right nipple. “Okay, Jake, this is the last time I can talk to you until I get home later. Just hang in there, and…oh, oops!” Your mom giggled at her unintentional jab at your situation. “What I mean is…thank you again for doing this. I promise it won’t be a second longer than it needs to.”
Your mother slipped into some flip-flops, gathered up her purse, and started downstairs. Though you were a very supportive bra-molded man, even you couldn’t quite stop your mother’s large breasts from quaking and bouncing as she descended the stairs from the second floor. Her fleshy globes smacked into you, quivering like a bowl of jello. Still more sweat dripped onto you, and the temperature seemed to have risen by ten degrees ever since she’d slipped into the blouse.
Opening the front door, your mother paused for a second. “Oh, and in case you were wondering, I’m visiting the Eagleton University community fair! You know that I never like this miss those fairs!” Smiling brightly, your mother left the house, strolled out to her car, and slid into the driver’s seat. Starting up the car, she took off down the road, switching the radio onto a pleasant little tune.
Her words were mostly garbled, crushed as you were into her tits and covered up by her blouse, but you did hear her say “Eagleton University”. Instantly, you remembered that their community fair was today. Eagleton was the local college for your area, only twenty minutes away, and was a popular destination for graduating high school seniors who didn’t want to head out too far from home so quickly.
It was a modest university, but big enough to offer a multitude of degrees and four-year programs should students choose to stay instead of transferring. There were several large class buildings and lecture halls, a wide spacious yard, and also a gym and indoor pool. Eagleton was well-known for miles around for hosting annual community fairs that offered games, music, food, prizes, and other free experiences. Your mom attend each year faithfully (occasionally with you in tow, usually crushed to her butt or shoe).
The driver wasn’t too long, all things considered, but you still suffered immensely. You could acutely feel every turn and bump in the road, your mother’s boobs jostling with the slightest of movements. Her flesh pressed down on you heavily, your strained and taut body groaning with agony at supporting the hefty weight of her chest. Her sweat was also beginning to cloud up your eyes, and you were too stretched flat to blink the droplets away.
Eagleton University was already quite crowded by the time your mother arrived, but parking was plentiful. Once she found a space, your mother wasted no time sprinting towards the wide yard on the campus, which was filled to the brim with food stalls, carnival games, and students from the music program performing concerts.
Your mother drew looks from all passerbys as she ran, though she was too caught up in the excitement to notice. After all, her gratuitously sized chest heaved and jiggled as she ran, perfectly round breasts bouncing methodically side-to-side. One poor boy was so caught up in staring that he tripped and fell flat on the concrete, cutting his nose open. Still your mother dashed forward energetically, her gaze having already glued itself on the closest funnel cake stand.
You too noticed the effects of your mother’s running, but in an entirely different sense. Your whole body was shaken up and down vigorously and violently, your mother’s boobs squeezing the life out of you. Your backside was smeared up and down against her tight blouse, and the heavy weight of her tits pulled at your limp arms and legs, threatening to rip them apart. You let out a mute whimper, begging your mom to slow down, all while her breast flesh pushed harder still into the squishy confines of your cup-indented body. She was nearly suffocating you to death.
So preoccupied with running, your mother didn’t notice a woman knelt down and lacing up her sneakers, directly in your mom’s path. It was only as the woman stood back to her full height that your mother gasped and tried to screech to a stop, but too late. The other woman cried out, and then both giantesses collided, their equally abundant chests crashing together.
For one horribly hellish moment, two immovable objects collided with unstoppable force. The twin mounds of your mother squeezed into the squishy, fleshy globes of the other woman, flesh rippling from the impact. Your body was decimated between them, and you let out a muffled cry, which tormented you even further. Your squashed mouth opening slightly from the pain, your mother’s breast slid in instead, forcing a mouthful of her hot, sweat-coated flesh right into your mouth. Her breast flesh kept your mouth held tightly, and uncomfortably, open.
Your mom pulled back after a second, blushing intensely at her mistake. “I am so, so sorry. Please forgive me.” She stammered, avoiding eye contact with the other woman.
The other woman waved her hand dismissively. “It ain’t no worry, honey. Shoot, mah boys can dish ‘em out AND take ‘em.” The woman laughed heartily, indicating the fully developed swell of her chest. The curvature of each breast was highly noticeable, even under an adorable blue sweater. The woman, who had platinum blonde hair, deeply tanned skin, and dark eyes, was also wearing ripped jeans and the aforementioned sneakers.
Your mother took a second to brush back her hair before replying. “Well, I still should’ve been watching where I was going.” She took a deep breath and then offered the woman a smile. “Dreams of funnel cake were getting to my brain.”
The woman laughed again, rich and infectious. “Ain’t that the truth, darlin’. Why, I’ve done eaten about three of the dang things just in the past hour!” She grinned. “Ain’t sayin’ I’ll deny a fourth, if you wanna tag along?” Her soothing, Southern twang accentuated each word, and her dazzling smile was irresistible.
Your mother shrugged. “Sure, why not? Fairs like this one are much more enjoyable with a friend.”
The woman’s big grin somehow spread even wider. “Tha’s what I like to hear, darlin’.” She grabbed up your mother’s hand, and began leading her to the funnel cake stall. “Mah name is Rosie May Culverfield, but ya can just call me Rosie, sweetie!”
“Alright, Rosie!” Your mother basked in Rosie’s energetic light of life, and flashed her a genuine smile.
Thus, the two women immediately became friends. They stuffed their faces with funnel cake, sat and listened to a few student performers, and Rosie won a big stuffed unicorn for your mom by acing the bottle ring toss game. The two women hardly went a minute without giggling like school children, and soon began swapping stories about their lives.
Your mom explained how she spent most of her days at home, but still went in to work at least a few times a week. She touched on you, but only briefly, and avoided mentioning your squishy traits, or even that you were less than a foot tall. Rosie, in turn, shared that she was a farm owner who lived a few hours away, and she’d driven up for a day of rest while her daughters stayed home to tend to the farm work.
After polishing off a scrumptious chocolate parfait, your mother rubbed her tummy affectionately. Simultaneously, she flapped the bottom of her blouse, letting some cool breezes flow up her stomach to her chest. Her breasts were thoroughly soaked in sweat, and by extension, so were you. It was causing your mom a good deal of discomfort, but not enough to distract from the amazing day she was having.
“Say, ya know what I reckon we oughta do?” Rosie said, leaning back in her chair to stretch. “I heard down the grapevine that there’s a swim contest of some kind or other. It’s bein’ held at the indoor pool. ‘Parently, anyone can enter.”
Your mom eyed Rosie suspiciously. “So…you want to go watch?” She inquired, and Rosie huffed out a laugh and looked at her intently. Your mom blinked, and then paled. “What? You want me to enter? Goodness, I don’t even have a swimsuit with me!”
Rosie laughed brightly. “Ah want both of us to enter, silly thang.” She pushed herself up from the table. “ ‘Sides, the school provides swimsuits for all participants to borrow. That may, we’re all on equal ground…or water, as it were.” The energetic giantess helped your still unsure mother to her feet, and gazed intently at her. “I swear on my life it’ll be fun. Whaddya say?”
Finally, your mother caved. “Okay, fine. Only because we’re doing it together.”
Looking down at the bit of cleavage exposed by her blouse, your mother offered a small smile, forgetting that you couldn’t quite see her face with your own eyes jamming into her right nipple. “Okay, Jake, this is the last time I can talk to you until I get home later. Just hang in there, and…oh, oops!” Your mom giggled at her unintentional jab at your situation. “What I mean is…thank you again for doing this. I promise it won’t be a second longer than it needs to.”
Your mother slipped into some flip-flops, gathered up her purse, and started downstairs. Though you were a very supportive bra-molded man, even you couldn’t quite stop your mother’s large breasts from quaking and bouncing as she descended the stairs from the second floor. Her fleshy globes smacked into you, quivering like a bowl of jello. Still more sweat dripped onto you, and the temperature seemed to have risen by ten degrees ever since she’d slipped into the blouse.
Opening the front door, your mother paused for a second. “Oh, and in case you were wondering, I’m visiting the Eagleton University community fair! You know that I never like this miss those fairs!” Smiling brightly, your mother left the house, strolled out to her car, and slid into the driver’s seat. Starting up the car, she took off down the road, switching the radio onto a pleasant little tune.
Her words were mostly garbled, crushed as you were into her tits and covered up by her blouse, but you did hear her say “Eagleton University”. Instantly, you remembered that their community fair was today. Eagleton was the local college for your area, only twenty minutes away, and was a popular destination for graduating high school seniors who didn’t want to head out too far from home so quickly.
It was a modest university, but big enough to offer a multitude of degrees and four-year programs should students choose to stay instead of transferring. There were several large class buildings and lecture halls, a wide spacious yard, and also a gym and indoor pool. Eagleton was well-known for miles around for hosting annual community fairs that offered games, music, food, prizes, and other free experiences. Your mom attend each year faithfully (occasionally with you in tow, usually crushed to her butt or shoe).
The driver wasn’t too long, all things considered, but you still suffered immensely. You could acutely feel every turn and bump in the road, your mother’s boobs jostling with the slightest of movements. Her flesh pressed down on you heavily, your strained and taut body groaning with agony at supporting the hefty weight of her chest. Her sweat was also beginning to cloud up your eyes, and you were too stretched flat to blink the droplets away.
Eagleton University was already quite crowded by the time your mother arrived, but parking was plentiful. Once she found a space, your mother wasted no time sprinting towards the wide yard on the campus, which was filled to the brim with food stalls, carnival games, and students from the music program performing concerts.
Your mother drew looks from all passerbys as she ran, though she was too caught up in the excitement to notice. After all, her gratuitously sized chest heaved and jiggled as she ran, perfectly round breasts bouncing methodically side-to-side. One poor boy was so caught up in staring that he tripped and fell flat on the concrete, cutting his nose open. Still your mother dashed forward energetically, her gaze having already glued itself on the closest funnel cake stand.
You too noticed the effects of your mother’s running, but in an entirely different sense. Your whole body was shaken up and down vigorously and violently, your mother’s boobs squeezing the life out of you. Your backside was smeared up and down against her tight blouse, and the heavy weight of her tits pulled at your limp arms and legs, threatening to rip them apart. You let out a mute whimper, begging your mom to slow down, all while her breast flesh pushed harder still into the squishy confines of your cup-indented body. She was nearly suffocating you to death.
So preoccupied with running, your mother didn’t notice a woman knelt down and lacing up her sneakers, directly in your mom’s path. It was only as the woman stood back to her full height that your mother gasped and tried to screech to a stop, but too late. The other woman cried out, and then both giantesses collided, their equally abundant chests crashing together.
For one horribly hellish moment, two immovable objects collided with unstoppable force. The twin mounds of your mother squeezed into the squishy, fleshy globes of the other woman, flesh rippling from the impact. Your body was decimated between them, and you let out a muffled cry, which tormented you even further. Your squashed mouth opening slightly from the pain, your mother’s breast slid in instead, forcing a mouthful of her hot, sweat-coated flesh right into your mouth. Her breast flesh kept your mouth held tightly, and uncomfortably, open.
Your mom pulled back after a second, blushing intensely at her mistake. “I am so, so sorry. Please forgive me.” She stammered, avoiding eye contact with the other woman.
The other woman waved her hand dismissively. “It ain’t no worry, honey. Shoot, mah boys can dish ‘em out AND take ‘em.” The woman laughed heartily, indicating the fully developed swell of her chest. The curvature of each breast was highly noticeable, even under an adorable blue sweater. The woman, who had platinum blonde hair, deeply tanned skin, and dark eyes, was also wearing ripped jeans and the aforementioned sneakers.
Your mother took a second to brush back her hair before replying. “Well, I still should’ve been watching where I was going.” She took a deep breath and then offered the woman a smile. “Dreams of funnel cake were getting to my brain.”
The woman laughed again, rich and infectious. “Ain’t that the truth, darlin’. Why, I’ve done eaten about three of the dang things just in the past hour!” She grinned. “Ain’t sayin’ I’ll deny a fourth, if you wanna tag along?” Her soothing, Southern twang accentuated each word, and her dazzling smile was irresistible.
Your mother shrugged. “Sure, why not? Fairs like this one are much more enjoyable with a friend.”
The woman’s big grin somehow spread even wider. “Tha’s what I like to hear, darlin’.” She grabbed up your mother’s hand, and began leading her to the funnel cake stall. “Mah name is Rosie May Culverfield, but ya can just call me Rosie, sweetie!”
“Alright, Rosie!” Your mother basked in Rosie’s energetic light of life, and flashed her a genuine smile.
Thus, the two women immediately became friends. They stuffed their faces with funnel cake, sat and listened to a few student performers, and Rosie won a big stuffed unicorn for your mom by acing the bottle ring toss game. The two women hardly went a minute without giggling like school children, and soon began swapping stories about their lives.
Your mom explained how she spent most of her days at home, but still went in to work at least a few times a week. She touched on you, but only briefly, and avoided mentioning your squishy traits, or even that you were less than a foot tall. Rosie, in turn, shared that she was a farm owner who lived a few hours away, and she’d driven up for a day of rest while her daughters stayed home to tend to the farm work.
After polishing off a scrumptious chocolate parfait, your mother rubbed her tummy affectionately. Simultaneously, she flapped the bottom of her blouse, letting some cool breezes flow up her stomach to her chest. Her breasts were thoroughly soaked in sweat, and by extension, so were you. It was causing your mom a good deal of discomfort, but not enough to distract from the amazing day she was having.
“Say, ya know what I reckon we oughta do?” Rosie said, leaning back in her chair to stretch. “I heard down the grapevine that there’s a swim contest of some kind or other. It’s bein’ held at the indoor pool. ‘Parently, anyone can enter.”
Your mom eyed Rosie suspiciously. “So…you want to go watch?” She inquired, and Rosie huffed out a laugh and looked at her intently. Your mom blinked, and then paled. “What? You want me to enter? Goodness, I don’t even have a swimsuit with me!”
Rosie laughed brightly. “Ah want both of us to enter, silly thang.” She pushed herself up from the table. “ ‘Sides, the school provides swimsuits for all participants to borrow. That may, we’re all on equal ground…or water, as it were.” The energetic giantess helped your still unsure mother to her feet, and gazed intently at her. “I swear on my life it’ll be fun. Whaddya say?”
Finally, your mother caved. “Okay, fine. Only because we’re doing it together.”
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