Not So Average World - Chapter 32 (Patreon)

Chapter 32

How did Jason end up in this situation? How did he end up in a room with a giantess who was lusty for him?

It can´t be denied that he didn´t see this one coming. He´s been expecting this to happen ever since he arrived to the airport. The thing is, this is not the woman he thought would trap him in the room.

This wasn´t Mrs. Braxton, his boss didn´t trap him in a room. Instead, he was before another woman, a woman who was even taller!

Mrs. Braxton may, or may not, have some fault in this. As he´s waiting for this woman to come to him, he can think of a few reasons why this is his boss´s fault.

For starters, he wouldn´t be there if she hadn´t drag him over here. She was very persistent in this matter.

Besides, she´s also the reason why this other giantess wants him. Mrs. Braxton´s speech only resulted on this woman wanting some love. Love from a man, and he was the only man around! Maybe this was the same effect on others? Perhaps, if Mrs. Armstrong hadn´t caught him, someone else would´ve?

There´s also a chance that his boss didn´t quite caused this. Maybe Mrs. Armstrong was aiming for this the second she met him. Mrs. Braxton did warn him about her, and she was serious. Which makes it certain that this wasn´t a plan of them.

“Aww, why do you look so sad? Some men would be THRILLED, some would even BEG to be in your place…” Mrs. Armstrong was a titan! A woman that stands at 10´4”. A monumental woman.

Or as she thinks of herself, a monumental beauty.

Ten-feet-four-inches of woman. A big, thick, curvaceous woman. Her boobs, her enormous breasts were bouncing so sensuously. There´s no denial she´s turned on, her nipples are as hard as they can get.

Her wide hips, filled with sensuous flesh, swaying from one side to the other after each step. She´s a muse, an amazonic muse. A single one of her legs, the flesh on a single one of her sensuous thighs, it surely weights more than he does. The circumference on each thunder thigh is much larger than the measurement of his chest.

Jason´s doomed, standing before a gigantic beauty. He can´t deny she´s pretty, he can´t deny that, to a certain point, she´s alluring. But this is not what he wanted! He´s got a girlfriend!

“Don´t try to deny it. I can see you´re trying to look elsewhere. Trust me, you won´t be capable of resisting my curves…” Topless, and her sex was only covered by a tiny thong. Mrs. Armstrong was a milf. A cougar. A bombshell!

A mature woman, with alluring curves. Her body was thick, voluminous and firm. Enormous breasts, a butt that quacked with each step. Legs so long, so fleshy, so shapely.

This was a very hard situation. Jason´s a faithful man, he won´t give into her. No matter how sexy, no matter how big her breasts are, no matter how alluring her shape is. How hot, how sexy, no matter how much she tries to tease him with her words. He will NOT be a part of this.

Unfortunately, the only door out of the room is behind the gigantic, and horny, woman. Can he make it to the door? Not if he has to go past her. She´s like a wall!

“Come on, look at me, dear, you know you want to…” Mrs. Armstrong teased.

Jason wasn´t sure what this woman wanted from him. She´s ENORMOUS! Is there a way he can actually satisfy her in any way?

“Come on, tell me how pretty I am. No one will know. Just you and me…” That doesn´t sound convincing enough.

Jason was trapped in a room with a giantess, a horny giantess. The only reason why he knows there´s something else, other than sex, in her mind is because she´s not over him. Yet.

“Ma´am… what are we doing here?” He asked, finally turning at her.

“Love.” Replied the big, sexy and luscious woman. “This is all for love.”

Love? Like making love? Was he wrong? Jason was confused, and Mrs. Armstrong was smart enough to realize.

“You, oh silly man, you have no idea what I mean, do you?” Mrs. Armstrong said.

Jason turned his head in denial, he really had no idea. Love? What kind of love? And why is she naked? Was this just to distract him?

“Let me explain. For as much as I don´t want to admit it,” she started, “but it´s fine because it´s just you, and no one will know. Plus, who´d believe you anyways? It´s hard to admit it but… your boss was right.” Mrs. Braxton was right? In what exactly?

The gigantic, naked and luscious woman decided to open up a little. Where else could he go? And maybe she can persuade him in the end.

“She´s right, it´s not that easy to be at the top. Trust me. Sometimes, you just feel the need, a certain need of someone to tell you what you already know. I guess she´s right, women do need a man.” This seemed to be going somewhere, maybe she wasn´t that bad? “Women need a man who can praise them!” Maybe she wasn´t that good either…

She took a step back and drove both of her hands to her tits. Each of them holding one of her enormous, and heavy tits. And she continued.

“Just look at me, I´m so hot! I´m a goddess to you. That speech opened my eyes, it´s not enough to be the boss. The one in charge. You need to know that you are loved. So, love me!” She said.

“Excuse me?” He asked as she started rubbing her own nipples.

“Tell me how pretty I am. Tell me that I have a hot body. That you can´t resist, that you tremble when you look at me. Let´s be real, I´m much more woman than any other you´ve seen. I bet your little girlfriend´s not even as tall as my leg.” She added.

Does this mean that this woman brought him all the way here just so that he could “praise” her? She was such a narcissist!

“I know you´ve never seen boobs this big. Look, my nipples are so hard, I bet you want to bite one…” she teased.

“I really don´t…” he said.

“Oh, come on, don´t lie…” Mrs. Armstrong took a step forward and then climbed over the bed. She landed right next to him.

Her sensuous flesh bouncing, but not as much as his whole body did when the giantess made the whole mattress tremble.

“Come on, you´re not fooling anyone here. You don´t have to call me your goddess or anything. I just want to see if Henrietta was right, I want to see how much can your words affect me. I bet they will turn me on…” she purred.

“That´s not… I can´t, I have…” he started.

“A girlfriend, I know. Gosh, you sound like a broken record. Listen, no one will know. I won´t tell a thing. This will be our secret. The only thing I want is for you to say some nice things to me. To show me some love.” She was persistent.

Is there away for him to get out of this? Maybe he can convince her, right?

“I don´t think… listen, how true can my words be if I… if I don´t love you? Don´t you think it´ll be a lie? And that, whatever you want to hear, won´t have the same impact?” she blinked a couple times. It seems he made a point.

Mrs. Armstrong looked elsewhere; she even drove one hand to her chin to think about it.

“Maybe you´re right.” She said, and then, she turned at him with lustful eyes and a huge grin, “Which means, you´ll have to sound convincing.” He swallowed.

He froze, is there a way he can escape? Will anyone find him in here? With the cameras, maybe? Or is he doomed to do as the giantess says? And things will go as far as she wants them to go?

“Come on, it´s easy! Don´t make a woman beg you, dear. That´s not what a gentleman would do.” She said.

“I can´t! It´s… this isn´t right!” he claimed.

“I just want some compliments. I even stripped myself to make things easier.” She said, leaning back and then pressing both her enormous breasts as she continued. “Just look at these jugs. So HUUUUUGE, a man like you should have it easy complimenting them, I bet they make your mouth water and your heart race.” His heart´s racing, but not for the reasons she thinks.

He´s lost. Why not playing her game? Why not following her rules? Maybe she´ll let him out. Or maybe not?

What if she only gets turned on for what he says? What if this is only a way to get aroused. Once she gets what she wants, who´ll be the one that will sate her hunger? Who´ll please her desires?

Once she´s fed with his words, once her hunger for lust is sated, she´ll be hungry for sex. And who´ll be the one she picks for that? Him, of course.

“Say it…” she started.

Jason just closed his eyes. He chose not to be there, but she was making it hard.

“Come on, say it…” she repeated. And then, she just got closer and closer as she kept going.

“A compliment, that´s all I want, is that so hard?” she was talking to his ear.

“Is it so hard to find the words to tell a woman how pretty she is?” her words were all over his head.

“Say it…”

“Say it…”

“Say it…”

“Anything would do…” she purred, straight to his ear.

Was this it? Is there a chance she´ll get bored? Should he scream?

No way, they are in the middle of nowhere. There´s no single soul around, no one else, but the two of them. Or so he thought…

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Open up! We know he´s there!” Came a voice, the unmistakable voice of Mrs. Braxton.

“Ugh, well, it was fun while it lasted.” Mrs. Armstrong said as she rose up from bed. Not even mad, or sad, just bored by the fact that they found them.

“Open up before I know the door down!” Mrs. Braxton yelled from the other side.

“Don´t! Oh, please don´t.” Mrs. Armstrong said, sarcastically as she stood up. “I´m coming! Just give me a second.” She opened the door of some closet in the room and pulled up a robe. Then, she covered her naked body with it and opened the door.

Jason was confused, why was everyone acting so… normal. Mrs. Braxton´s definitely mad, but she didn´t knock the door down, as if she trusted Mrs. Armstrong. Meanwhile, this woman was acting, a bit slowly, but cooperative. He thought this was going to be much harder, that she might take him hostage or something.

Who knows, maybe even a small fight? Or, was that to come?

“Relax, I just borrowed him for a moment. See? He´s fine.” Mrs. Armstrong said as she opened the door to Mrs. Braxton, and Mrs. Park was right behind her. Then the woman just tied a knot on her robe.

“I´ll be the one who´ll judge that!” Mrs. Braxton said, fuming at her. And then, she turned at Jason, with a much softer face and tone. “Jason, dear, are you alright? She didn´t hurt you, did she?”

“I´m fine.” He said. “Just… uncomfortable.” He had to be sincere.

“See? You make every single man uncomfortable around you. I bet you were naked before we arrived.” Mrs. Braxton said, looking upset.

“So? It´s my office, I can do, and wear, what I want.” Mrs. Armstrong added. Sounding a bit offended.

Mrs. Park walked in between the other two ladies, letting them argue some more.

“Sorry, they are always like this. Come, let´s get out.” Mrs. Park said to Jason.

He followed her as they both sneaked between the other amazons. Listening to the words they exchanged.

“It´s because of women like YOU that men are scared of us!” Mrs. Braxton said as she pointed at Mrs. Armstrong.

“I was just trying to see if all that living thing you said was true. In fact, you should thank me for trying to prove your point.” Mrs. Armstrong added.

“Well, thank you, thanks for using MY assistant as your guinea pig!” Mrs. Braxton was mad.

In the end, Jason was out of this. And hopefully this is something that can be kept between the four of them. No one has to know, right?