Forgotten_Futures
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Notes: A short, raunchy but fun mess I've been sitting on for a bit. Warning: Profanity. Don't read if you don't like "ass" and the alternative term for having sex.
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Burger Barn
by Forgotten Futures
“Please, come in,” I said, waving the journalist into my office. “Have a seat,” I gestured to a pair of comfortable, cushioned chairs separated by a small coffee table.
“Thank you,” the woman - young, curvy in the right places, but slender - smiled, taking the closer of the two chairs.
I stood from behind my desk, breasts bouncing a little before settling back down to their normal, resting position. “Can I get you anything? Burger? Milkshake?” I glanced pointedly at her backside and chest as I spoke.
She giggled nervously, but smiled. “No thanks, I'm good.”
I shrugged, causing my breasts to bounce again. “Your choice.” I pressed the 'talk' button on my desk intercom. “Cara?”
“Yes, ma'am?”
“My usual, please.”
“Of course, Miss.”
“So,” I said, walking over to the empty chair and arranging my prodigious backside in it carefully, “what would you like to know?” I could feel my hips making contact with the chair arms. I might need to get them replaced, soon.
“Well, for starters,” the woman asked, all business, “just how big are you?”
I grinned. Bold, I liked that. So many others would hesitate, beat around the bush, or just not ask. “Well, Naomi - is that alright? Yes? Good. Well, 'for starters,' my bust measures 40J. And yes, before you ask, they are quite real, and they really are this buoyant.”
“Are you even wearing a bra, then?”
“For modesty reasons, yes, though I don't need to for support. Don't ask me how - I don't know, and probably wouldn't be allowed to tell you if I did.”
“Fair enough,” Naomi chuckled, crossing one leg over the other. “And your other measurements?”
“Persistent, aren't we? 38 inches at the waist, 74 inches at the hips.” I saw her eyes bug out of her head at the numbers, and I couldn't blame her. “You're welcome to measure me yourself if you don't believe it.”
“I... might take you up on that. Not now, though.”
She paused as the door opened, Cara bringing in my morning snack. My secretary, though not as comically-curvaceous as me, was still nicely augmented, EEs straining her professional top and hippy, bubble-butt lower body rolling deliciously as she walked to and from the door. I couldn't help but watch her backside shift on the 'going' phase, and was intrigued to note Naomi was equally taken.
“That's your, 'usual'?”
“Yup. Double-stack Big Bun Cheesyburger and a White Chocolate Thick 'n Creamy Milkshake.”
“For mid-morning snack?”
“Mm-hmm,” I replied, balancing the tray on my soft, juicy thighs. Tucking my hair behind my ears, I took a bite of the burger. Delicious, as usual.
Naomi shook her head wistfully, watching in silence as I devoured my meal. “Sure you don't want any?” I asked her after setting down the empty shake cup and returning the tray to the coffee table.
A look of uncertainty crossed the journalist's pretty face. “Do you have anything... smaller?”
“Of course!” my face brightened. Standing easily, I waddled over to my desk. “Cara?”
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“So how did you get...?” she gestured vaguely at my massive bust with a barbeque sauce-covered chicken nugget, before titling her head back and popping it into her mouth.
Like a charm, I thought, smiling. “Now that, is a story.”
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Burger Barn
by Forgotten Futures
“Please, come in,” I said, waving the journalist into my office. “Have a seat,” I gestured to a pair of comfortable, cushioned chairs separated by a small coffee table.
“Thank you,” the woman - young, curvy in the right places, but slender - smiled, taking the closer of the two chairs.
I stood from behind my desk, breasts bouncing a little before settling back down to their normal, resting position. “Can I get you anything? Burger? Milkshake?” I glanced pointedly at her backside and chest as I spoke.
She giggled nervously, but smiled. “No thanks, I'm good.”
I shrugged, causing my breasts to bounce again. “Your choice.” I pressed the 'talk' button on my desk intercom. “Cara?”
“Yes, ma'am?”
“My usual, please.”
“Of course, Miss.”
“So,” I said, walking over to the empty chair and arranging my prodigious backside in it carefully, “what would you like to know?” I could feel my hips making contact with the chair arms. I might need to get them replaced, soon.
“Well, for starters,” the woman asked, all business, “just how big are you?”
I grinned. Bold, I liked that. So many others would hesitate, beat around the bush, or just not ask. “Well, Naomi - is that alright? Yes? Good. Well, 'for starters,' my bust measures 40J. And yes, before you ask, they are quite real, and they really are this buoyant.”
“Are you even wearing a bra, then?”
“For modesty reasons, yes, though I don't need to for support. Don't ask me how - I don't know, and probably wouldn't be allowed to tell you if I did.”
“Fair enough,” Naomi chuckled, crossing one leg over the other. “And your other measurements?”
“Persistent, aren't we? 38 inches at the waist, 74 inches at the hips.” I saw her eyes bug out of her head at the numbers, and I couldn't blame her. “You're welcome to measure me yourself if you don't believe it.”
“I... might take you up on that. Not now, though.”
She paused as the door opened, Cara bringing in my morning snack. My secretary, though not as comically-curvaceous as me, was still nicely augmented, EEs straining her professional top and hippy, bubble-butt lower body rolling deliciously as she walked to and from the door. I couldn't help but watch her backside shift on the 'going' phase, and was intrigued to note Naomi was equally taken.
“That's your, 'usual'?”
“Yup. Double-stack Big Bun Cheesyburger and a White Chocolate Thick 'n Creamy Milkshake.”
“For mid-morning snack?”
“Mm-hmm,” I replied, balancing the tray on my soft, juicy thighs. Tucking my hair behind my ears, I took a bite of the burger. Delicious, as usual.
Naomi shook her head wistfully, watching in silence as I devoured my meal. “Sure you don't want any?” I asked her after setting down the empty shake cup and returning the tray to the coffee table.
A look of uncertainty crossed the journalist's pretty face. “Do you have anything... smaller?”
“Of course!” my face brightened. Standing easily, I waddled over to my desk. “Cara?”
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“So how did you get...?” she gestured vaguely at my massive bust with a barbeque sauce-covered chicken nugget, before titling her head back and popping it into her mouth.
Like a charm, I thought, smiling. “Now that, is a story.”
