It had been a beautiful day hiking through the Florida Everglades. My backpackhad seemed heavy at first, but the beauty of nature had set my mind andbody into a relaxed mode so now the pack seemed non-existent. I had beendoing research on a project to get my Master's Degree in Botany, but thiswork seemed more like a vacation. The nights seemed endless--the cool breezefrom the ocean left just enough humidity to keep me going. With the manyvarieties of plants and animals; communing with nature,it seemed only naturalfor me to be here.
Since my divorce a few years back, I had vowed that I wouldn't get involvedwith anyone again. It just seemed to cause so much hurt and pain feelingthe rejection of the one that I had thought I loved all those years--I mean,I thought we had a life together. I guess we both kind of went our separateways the last few years of our marriage...our commitment to one anotherwas dwindling fast. Anyway, since that time, I have been burying myselfin my work, pretending to be to busy to meet anyone, when in reality, Idesperately needed to share my life with someone.
I stopped for a few minutes to get a cold drink, and make a few notes aboutmy research when across this sandy patch of ground I saw the most beautifulblack orchid. I had to get a picture of this. It was like a dream come true.I checked the film in my camera and started walking toward the orchid, whenI noticed that the ground under my feet was giving way. The whole sandyarea had started to shake and shimmy like a giant jello mold. I don't knowwhy, but I was worried about the camera. I quickly took it off from aroundmy neck and threw it toward the stump I had been sitting on a few minutesago. I than let my backpack drop. I picked it up and threw it near the camera.I started laughing. I couldn't believe that I had gotten myself into thismess. It was quicksand.
By the time I had gotten rid of the camera and the pack, I had sunk upto my crotch. The muck was warm and held me fast like cement that was startingto set. I squirmed and pulled, and managed to get my leg almost all theway out of the marshmellowy substance, but in so doing, the other side ofmy body had sunk up to my shoulder. I lay there trying to think of whatto do next. The quicksand was thick enough to hold my weight, and as longas I didn't struggle too much I felt that I wouldn't sink any deeper. Itried to roll my body to solid ground. Panic hadn't entered my mind yet.It still seemed rather humorous. It seemed very strange...I actually feltturned on a little by all the events that had just happened. The quicksand'sweight was holding me firmly, yet I felt like I was riding on the top ofa giant marshmellow, it's shape molding itself to me... holding me gently,yet firmly.
Just when I thought I had it all figured out how I was going to get outof this mess, the quicksand started to quake again...a giant rolling waveof softness. I struggled a little more, but kept going deeper and deeperinto the folds of the mush. I really did start to panic now...nothing tograb onto. I felt something grab me--my legs were being pulled down witha sucking action. What could I do--and what was pulling at my legs?
I felt myself go under. I thought I had breathed my last. I thought thesand and mud would fill my throat, I would take my last breath, and thatwould be the end. As I look back on it now, I wish death would have takenmy hand and led me from that place.
The next thing I knew, I felt myself falling...no; drifting... throughthe air. A warm pungent smell filled my nostrils with a perfume of femininity.I opened my eyes expecting the worst, yet all around me was a beautifulland that I welcomed, yet, a fear surged in me that was instinctual...somethingjust wasn't right.
When I finally did land, it was a soft landing. I seemed to be clean...nota trace of the mud from the quicksand was on me. Something, maybe the windas I was falling, had showered my body clean. No--was this a dream? I pinchedmyself to see...nothing. "Wake up," I told myself.
What was this I had landed on? It looked like grass, or like some kindof mental picture of what grass was supposed to be...only this stuff wassoft, like a woman's breast. I had no broken bones from the fall...I checkedall the main parts of my body...everything seemed to be in order. When Igot up to walk, again, I felt that same quaking under my feet. I wasn'tsinking this time, but it was as if the ground was "accommodating"my steps, like the ground was actually "happy" to have me walkingon it.
It was at that moment that I felt like I was being watched. Eyes were onme...watching my every move. The trees (or what seemed to be trees), weremere shadows of what my old world used to be like. Hey wait a minute...Ihadn't even thought about how the hell I was going to get out of here. Wherethe hell was I anyway?
I saw some movement...an arm, or something like an arm, on the other sideof that tree. Some rustling behind me. I looked...but saw nothing. No backpack,no protection. Wherever I was, or whatever that rustling was, I knew thatI had better get out of that area fast.
In a flash, they were all around me. Four, maybe five women. Not just women...thesewomen were big. Tall, huge balloon-type breasts, wide waists with hangingpendulous bellies, thick legs and arms. Their faces were--uh--"innocent."Sweet smiles that were made to be alluring to men. Pouty lips that madeyou want to touch them with your own lips. Eyes that were piercing, yetseductive and enticing. They seemed to have a glow about them that was innocentand virginal, yet behind the mask there was a dominance that showed throughthe gentle smiles.
As they approached me they showed no fear. The fear in me had turned tocuriosity. What next? They gathered themselves around me, squishing me withall of that soft yielding flesh. Two of them wrapped their arms around me.Did I fight? Hell, no--would you? That is when I noticed that my arms weregoing numb. Something in the flesh of these women, or something in the airthat I was breathing, was crippling me, making me submit to their will.Now panic was setting in...what did these women want? To skin me alive,bake me to a nice golden brown...I had no idea...but the mere fact thatI was going numb was enough to tell me that it was time to try to get outof there. My strugglings were of no use.
I had always been attracted to large women. Ever since I was a young manof sixteen and Mrs. Haggarty would tutor me in the concepts of Algebra.I knew then that I wanted to fall in love with a large woman. She was married,but her husband worked late. I would usually go to her home after schoolto discuss that days Algebra assignment. As I sat at the dining room tablewith my books open, I would try to listen to her explaining the concept,but my eyes were watching her walking slowly back and forth. Her gait becamea giant soft pendulum, swaying back and forth. I could imagine myself againstthe wall with her pushing all of that beautiful flesh against me. Her breastsjutting out before her like giant sacks of butterscotch pudding jigglingwith each movement. "Pay attention," she would say..."doyou have problem 34 done yet?" She would walk in back of me to examinemy work. "Oh, you do have the right answer...very good," she wouldsay. And with that I felt her arms reach around my chest to reward me forgetting the right answer. As she hugged me, I felt those warm soft breastsburrowing into my back. Needless to say...I never missed a session withher... and wound up getting an "A" in Algebra.
They were still all around me. The five fabulous fat females fitting mebetween themselves like I was some nicknack between bookends. The numbnesswas still there, but it was their minds that were taking away my thoughts.I felt like I was being brainwashed... (and what a way to be brainwashed,eh!).
We had been walking for quite sometime, when I noticed up in the distancea beautiful castle. I was still being "carried" by these fiveAmazons, when I noticed that my mind had drifted into sexual thoughts thatwere making my mind (and body) think of nothing but sex...raw, uninhibitedsex. This wasn't like me at all...I had been married; and sex, even at thattime, had always been under my control...but there was some kind of male-femalepheromones that was filling the air; and my mind was being filled with sexualthoughts and deeds that left me with no control at all. (Of course, thefive lovely ladies squishing themselves against me had absolutely no affecton me whatsoever...har! har!).
As we approached the castle, I could see her in all of her radiant glory.She was VERY fat, and VERY attractive. She had the class and stature ofthe Queen of England. As she looked down on me, my manhood was uncontrollable.It stood straight up in my pants like a flagpole. I actually felt ashamed;but what was I to do? What could I do? The five fleshy vixens holding mein their respective grips, the pheromones filling my mind with thoughtsof sexual abandon, and the beautiful "Queen" bringing forth thoughtsof lovemaking and sharing intimately: these all controlled my thoughts.
As she came down the steps to admire her new "catch," I was ashelpless as a new born kitten. What did this wonderful beauty have in storefor me? Would I be her next meal, or her next lover?
"Release him," she demanded. She gave me one of those dominatinglooks that women get when they know they have control of the situation.The five fatties backed away, and as they did, my body began to get thefeeling back. Also, my head didn't feel so light and I began to get my bearingsback. Then the Queen spoke in her authoritative manner, "So, we haveanother from the quicksand trap...Aaaah, and a nice one at that."
"He'll serve us well; I have a good feeling about this one. Take himto my chambers immediately...I want to be the first to have him." Ihad hardly heard a word she said, because with each word, each inflectionof her voice, her breasts would jiggle in a very subtle seductive way...likeshe knew exactly what she was doing. And as her breasts shimmied, the restof her body followed...like a giant waterbed with legs and arms. It wasalmost hypnotic to watch her gentle movements.
As she turned her back to me, I felt compelled to follow her, but the vivaciousvixens again took their squishy soft, yet solid grip on me again, and thenumbness started to return. The next thing I knew, I was being tossed throughthe air like a weightless nothing, into a room full of soft pillows andblankets of angora. As I lay there thinking about what had just happened,and the anticipation of seeing "Queenie" again, my manhood againraged stiffly inside my pants. Soft, yet raw blues were playing on speakersthat couldn't be seen. The music added to the ambience of the room. Thefeeling of the pillows and angora was very alluring...
I told myself I never wanted to leave this place. I got up to examine theentire room, and I felt the floor start to quake. I couldn't believe it...theentire floor was a giant waterbed. As I saw a wave seemingly pushing upall the pillows in a circle, I laid back down to take it all in. It wasso damned "comfortable" here. Yet, where were all the men...allI had seen since I had gotten here were women...big, Amazon-size voluptuous,Rubenesque women?
Suddenly, I heard a door open and close. The sound of it seemed so faraway; yet, an instant later, there she was. She had gotten out of her Queenlyrobe, and had slipped into a very feminine, very seductive silk negligee'.The floor began to undulate with each step that she took. With all thatwas going on, I thought that she would trip and fall, but, although largewith rolls of fat that swayed and matched the floor's undulating, she wasvery graceful...posing in that very feminine way. Her attitude had changed,from an authoritative, dominating queen--to a beautiful woman of means...awoman that was turned on in a most subtle way.
She asked me if I was hungry. And, being honest, I simply said that I hadn'teven given it a thought. She than approached me. Walking, no--swaying towardme on a wave of passion. My passion being exemplified by all eight inchesof what I had to offer her. She literally poured herself over me. I felther body touch my feet first, then my legs, then my midsection, chest andhead. As this wave of a woman passed over me, my wanton energies seemedto centralize into my manhood. I cried out with unrestricted submission.Her huge, custard-like breasts had completely covered my head. The darknessof passion only matched my feeling of ecstasy. My clothes seemed to meltoff of me, and I felt that I owed her something--a gentle hug, or a kiss...somethingto let her know of my own enjoyment and how I wanted to share my intimacywith her. Apparently, she was preoccupied because the next thing I knew,I felt my manhood penetrate her passion pit...it wasn't so much a penetrationas a falling, no--sinking into--like the quicksand I had experienced earlier.I tried to grab my way around her, but her rolls of fat were holding mein place. I could move, but everything seemed to be in slow motion...therolls of fat weighting my body down like soft, warm ooze. She had completecontrol. All I could do was respond to her pulling of me. My whole bodyfelt as if it were being convulsed into, forced into submission...with noroom for escape. I couldn't help it...my manhood burst into her like therewas no tomorrow. I came in a heightened orgasm that seemed unending. Herbreasts, her belly, her legs: all held me in place as I "gave up andgave into" this goddess of love.
Sunlight came a few minutes later as her molded breasts released my head...thepudding-like mounds bouncing with each movement that she made. She liftedher bountiful body, literally peeling herself off of me. I lay there unableto move. Her musky scent filled the room; my own sweat mingling with hers.I was content, satisfied, relieved...feeling like love had ripped throughme like a knife through bread dough. I wanted to hold her, to feel her bodyagainst mine. I opened my eyes to feast them on this wonderful wanton woman.But, she turned and simply walked away. I heard her say something, but couldn'tcomprehend it. Hey what did I care...I was in heaven.
That is when my heaven turned into hell. The murmuring of the queen evidentlysignalled that she was "done" with me. Five other Rubenesque womencame in. "Hey," I thought to myself, "I'll try to take onall of them...what the hell." Unfortunately, that isn't what they weresent in for. Again, the flying femme' fatales were all around me. Touchingme. Making my manhood stand at attention again. Suddenly, one of the women,the leader of the group I suppose, started telling me what would happento me. She said that I was to be taken in for sperm processing and that,in a short time, I would be assigned to jism detail. Apparently, the womenhere stay young and vivacious by drinking men's ejaculations...and the morejism, the more young they remain. It was extremely important to them thatI give myself as a living sacrifice to the needs that they were requiredto have. My own needs would be met; I would have shelter and food...butI would remain locked up in a guarded cell so as not to cause any harm tomyself. I would have to "give" as often as I possibly could, andthey would provide all the "motivation" I would need.
When I thought about being locked up in a guarded cell, I thought of anold western movie with the brick room, and the iron bars, and an old pot-belliedsheriff leaning back in a chair, waiting for the deputy to come in all panicky,like Chester in Gunsmoke. The sheriff's hat would be pulled down over hiseyes, and as he slept, the snoring would reverberate over any sound thatcould be heard outside of the jailhouse.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard one of the girls say "Thisone is going to love "the pit." He will adapt very well."The "pussy posse'" again squished themselves against me; and,again, that numb feeling started to take over. After a short trip, I heardone of the waddling women say, "Well here's your new home... enjoy?!"And the next thing I knew, the ladies had thrown me over a bridge. I heardtheir laughter as I was falling. I wondered what would be next. The ideaof imprisonment wasn't my idea of a picnic. I began to think, as I was falling,of ways to get out of this mess. But, where would I go...this was a wholenew world. A world where women ruled, where they were in total control.Where were the men? What were they "used" for.
I landed in another quagmire. Another great mess. All of my brawn was ofno use here. No amount of strength would get me out of this. The mire waslike a giant sponge, with little rivulets holding me in place. The quagmirequaked and rocked back and forth like a sensuous tide. Again, my manhoodstarted getting the best of me. "Lookout...here they come..."was the cry I heard from the women from above. I looked around me...nothing.Then out of the merky depths, they came.
Women that had paid their dues...and now wanted to get even with any manthat tried to take them on. Slutty women...women that were made for love,and sex, and; like machines, would pull out every drop from my power pole...justfor the queen. Their arms were like tentacles...celluloid tentacles thatheld me firmly. The fat from there body emitting an odor of sex. These womenwere made up, and made out, for one purpose...to make men submit to theirwills with only the feminine powers that they had refined.
I managed to roll out of one of the woman's hold, but as I rolled, I feltmyself being smothered by another corpulent copulator. As she laughed atmy weak strugglings, I began to rebel...to fight for my freedom. Just asI thought I had gotten away from her, three more pounced on me. The pouncingwas more of a covering. The rolls of fat seemed to mold themselves to myshape.
As I continued to try to escape, they squirmed against me even more. AllI could do was move my head. They really had a grip on me. Giant breastslike underfilled water balloons were holding me in place. One of them spreadher humongous legs to reveal a pink pussy of such incredible proportion...the"thing" almost looked alive. The other women guided me to her...andmy manhood was ready. As her pussy drank all of me, I could feel the pulsingof her insides...pumping me for all I was worth. The women around me, althoughlaughing, squirmed and squished to a rhythm that had me flying into hertight hole. Again, I was helpless to resist this "forced entry."I came with incredible force...but as I did, the women around me stopped.Immediately they pulled me out of her and bottled the "gift" Ihad "offered," albeit reluctantly.
This went on like this for days...the more I fought, the more they "enticed"me into giving into their whims. My will was rapidly fading. Even the wantto escape was leaving my soul. What I thought would be a dream come true,had now turned into a lovemaking routine that was only meant to feed thequeen. Again...I still had seen no other men. The women that came to "pumpmy penis" of its life juice were always different, but they all hadtwo things in common: their dedication in making me "cum," andthe fact that they were always fat, fabulous, and feminine. It seemed thatmy hunger to love...to really love in the right sense...had been drown ina quagmire of raw, uninhibited sex and lust.
Then one day I saw my chance...the quagmire that held me prisoner...quakingin slow gentle waves constantly, except when I was made to "perform"(then the waves would pulsate and reverberate to our sensuous rhythms),had somehow firmed up. I had just gone through one of the "sex sessions,"and had given my usual "teaspoon of twat juice." All the womenlay on the bank of the mire, resting in sweet peace. I managed to roll overto one of them and wrapped my arms around all of her delicious fat. Shesquiggled and squirmed against me and asked if I was ready to go again...Itold her I couldn't, but felt I needed to hang onto something more solid(although her fat was just as gelatin-like as the quagmire I had just pulledmyself from). Luckily, she was one of the smaller women...at 6'0" talland a mere 400 pounds...she was the baby of the group. The others also seemedto be sleeping...they lay around the quagmire, their chest heaving witheach long deep breath they took. I managed to unbuckle myself from the clutchesof "Babe," and quickly got up and started to run along the bank.The five women woke up immediately...I expected them to come waddling afterme... but they just sat up watching me with wide grins on their faces. Thistruly puzzled me...but at last I was free.
If I could just find my way out of this. The fences around the quagmirewere high... made of brick. I couldn't see what was on the other side...butat least I was free. I saw a few femme' fatales along the way. They half-heartedlycast their tentacles at me... looking at me like I could be THEIR respective"piece of meat..." but rapidly looking away as soon as I wouldpass. Maybe I had given one of them the time of their lives. Maybe theyfelt sorry for me... a love slave; having his essential life juices suckedand fucked out of him a few times each day.
And then I saw the end of the wall. At last...no more shaking rolls ofseductive fat; no more draining of the rod. From what I could remember,this was a big place. All I would have to do is stay away from the quagmiresand other "booby traps," and I'd be able to regain my strength...mymind...and my soul, then, hopefully, find my way to the real world. As Iturned the corner past the end of the wall, "it" happened.
Another wall. Only this wall was not made of brick. This wall was softand captivating. As I plundered into this "wall," I felt warmth,I felt love, I felt...another woman. But not just any woman...this womanwas huge. She was at least eight feet tall and she weighed at least threethousand pounds. I tried to push away from "HER." I then got afew feet in front of HER. To my sides, there were glass panels. I finallysaw other men, but they were on top of huge mounds of flesh...one womanto each man, but these women held there men with arms that were two feetthick with fat. Legs that wrapped around the men's tiny abdomen. Bodiesthat slowly rocked back and forth, pumping and drawing the needed nectarout. The men were weak looking, eyes that reflected a sense of completesubmission. And then I looked behind me. All the women I had had in thequagmire pit were standing behind me...some sneering, some smiling, somesnickering, and even some that looked sad.
One of the women spoke..."Meet Simone', your new "lovemate."I turned to look into her eyes. Her eyes held me in a hypnotic trance. Shelooked down at me; not with sexual abandon, not with lust, but with a genuinelove. She whispered, "You're mine," and with that a huge arm wrappedaround me. I felt like a toy boat in a typhoon. She pulled me to herselfand started that gentle, slow, seductive rocking action as she pulled meon top of her. I tried to reach up to see her face, but my arms sunk upto my elbows in a huge belly that held me in place like a plunger. I strainedwith my neck to see her face. Her sweet smile and caring eyes told me thateverything was going to be alright. I struggled, waffled between her 250ZZZZbreasts, the anarchic flesh pouring itself over me. I asked her if she wouldlet me go. Her reply was, "In a few minutes, you will beg me to stay."I tried to roll, but was met with more fat. I felt like an M & M hardcandy stuck in cookie dough.
And then it happened. The feel of a woman should always affect a man inthis way. It was a fine caress, a soft surrounding, an enclosure. Her pussygently lapped up my raging cock. My eyes rolled back in my head. What aglorious feeling this was. Her flesh all around me, her musky scent, herarms binding me to her broadening belly, her legs wrapped around my back.I was in heaven. The pulsating pussy pump was doing it's job. Her magnificentmounds were covering my arms. I could feel them swaying back and forth witha gentle rocking action that cried for me to cum, to cum, to cum...againand again.
I don't know how long I have been with Simone', but I fear I can neverleave her. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to escape the warm, softgrip that she has over my body, much less... the love that she rules mysoul with. Her tender passion has turned me into a "love" machine.They say I give more "jism juice" then any other before me. Iwill be here for the rest of my life, serving with a submitting spirit.
Why have I created this reality? My heaven has become hell, but my hellhas truly become heaven.