Not So Average World - Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Everything was a mess. To Jason, everything was a mess right now. In his mind, of course.

He had a mess inside his mind, a battle in his brain. He had such a view of this world, a way of seeing things that had always kept him away of gigantic ladies.

Why? Was he afraid? Scared of them? Not quite. But he certainly thought that they all, women of seven-feet and above, saw him as an inferior being.

But Mrs. Braxton has proved him wrong. At least showed him that not all ladies think the same way. And that truly means a lot, coming from a woman that stands at almost ten-feet-tall.

But what else has awakened in him?

Has he just learned about trust? Have his thoughts been changed? Does he see the world with new eyes? Well, the last one might be close to an answer.

What has he learned? What has changed in him? For starters, now he lusts for bigger women.

His heart skips a beat when he spots such big ladies. His heart speeds up when his boss gets closer, he´s paralyzed when she touches him.

A new feeling has been unlocked inside him, a feeling of lust, but not the same lust that´s been the regular to him, but a lust for gigantic women.

Bigger ladies, taller, thicker.

Instead of seeing a bigger woman and thinking how much of a threat she is due to her size; instead of feeling overpowered by a much bigger, much stronger woman, he´s found some new thoughts.

New ideas coming to his mind, new feelings. Instead of being concerned about the size difference, he´s lusting after that size difference.

A taller woman doesn´t necessarily mean a threat. It also means a fleshier body, a thicker body.

Never before he thought of things this way, but mature women, at least mature women nowadays, have such sensuous bodies.

Their bodies thicken just the right way as they age. Fuller hips, with such perfect curves, and so firm. Yet, they develop this softness, this surreal softness that makes them firm and sexy. Thick and tender.

With butts that just keep expanding in such a perfect way. Tight, big, round, just perfect.

And we can´t leave their boobs aside. Jason has found, out of a lot of personal experience, that those gigantic breasts are utterly soft. Squishy, tight, big, heavy.

At first, he was afraid of being smothered to death between them. To be suffocated in between a pair of gigantic breasts. Now, a part of him wonders, a part of him has a question, would it be so bad?

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This was so strange to him, he had this desire. A desire to peek, a desire to stare, he wanted to glare at his boss. He wanted to check out her whole body. Which will take a while, a really long time.

It´s not something quick if you want to check out the body of a 9´10” amazon. You could take an entire hour looking at her perfect body, from head to toes. Maybe you´ll get lost in the middle.

Right now, he´s staring, but not truly meaning to do so. He´s curious, more than anything.

Mrs. Braxton´s words echo in his mind. This was fine, no need to be shy.

Of course, she´s never said anything about gawking at her body. She never said she didn´t mind, or if she was encouraging him, if he stared at her.

If he looked at her enormous breasts, how they bounce so sensuously with every move. Or meaning that he should stare at her butt, to watch her heavenly cheeks as they jiggled so erotically when she walks.

She said he shouldn´t be afraid of contact between them, but she meant something else, it seems.

To be pressed tightly against her bosom. She didn´t mean to tease him as she pinned him into her enormous, soft tits?

To spread sunscreen all over her body. It was not meant to arouse him as he, literally, caressed the entirety of her body? As his hands ran all over her soft skin, as he touched every inch of her luscious flesh?

All of the extra touching, all of the tender moments, all of the disguised tease, all of the sudden contact. Was that supposed to be platonic? Just two people hanging out?

Or… was it some sort of training?

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“Ok, this is our last day here. What would you like to do before we get back home?” Mrs. Braxton asked.

“Home?” Jason was worried.

His mind was still paranoid about every single thing she said. What does she mean by “we get back home”? They don´t live together, what´s she saying?

“Yes, home, you know, we can´t stay here forever, haha. The conference´s over… it will be, today.” She explained.

Maybe he was just exaggerating. She doesn´t mean they will move in, she´s just saying they will get back to the office. He´ll get back to his apartment, back to Nataly, and she… where does she live? He´s never truly asked.

Mrs. Braxton doesn´t live in the same city as he does. At least she didn´t used to. She only moved there because she needed to take control of the office where he worked on. More like control on the whole building.

She´s a woman with such power, being there is like taking care of just one of many places. She´s supposed to take care of dozens of offices all over the country. And beyond, probably. This is like… vacations?

She did say she wanted to organize everything, make the whole office work as she wanted. As it should. And now he can see what she meant.

Now, he´s back to her original question.

“What to do?” He asked, looking way up at the gigantic lady.

“That´s right. I´ve skipped the last day of this conference since… a while ago. Nothing happens this day, nothing interesting at least. So I always use this time to have fun. However, I´m not alone this time…” she said, and with a smile, she bent to look at him.

With this new way of seeing things, at least amazon ladies, he paid extra attention as Mrs. Braxton bent.

Her face, coming down, closer to his. Approaching his level. She was such a tall woman, and she was now getting down to his level. A goddess like her, down to a mere mortal´s level.

He looked at her as she went down. How her whole body, so large, moved so gracefully. To move such a large body, such a bigger mass, the way she does, that certainly requires more control than it does to move his own 160-pound body.

But he´s not interested on the physics behind this. The forces applied over her body. Not even on the muscle needed to move such a big body. Much less the calories she burns just by bending. He´s focused on the movement itself, more specifically, the way her flesh moves.

How her thick thighs spread apart as she squats. The way her plump legs bent, how her thighs seem to swell quite some. How her calves seem to expand as the flesh of her hamstrings pushes the flesh on her calves forward.

But what´s most important, what he notices the most, is the way her boobs jiggle as she bents.

As she bents, and pushes her butt backwards, she allows him to see more of her cleavage. He´s unsure if it´s because of her size, or the size of the clothes, but she always wears blouses that show off her boobs. At least enough boob-flesh to reveal her deep, and sensuous line of cleavage. Which is way more evident when she bents.

Her breathing, the way her body moves as she comes down. Maybe this is intentionally? The reason´s unknown, but the results are evident.

Mrs. Braxton´s enormous breasts move so erotically. It´s as if her boob-flesh was not made up of flesh, but of a certain liquid that was firm when she wanted, and water-like when she desired. They bounce, they jiggle, they jolt, now, in slow motion to him.

Every movement is perfect, every shake is sensuous. They have the perfect shape, they surely have the perfect texture. So soft, so big; intimidating, yet you´re lured towards them.

It´s almost as if her main goal was to seduce him with her breasts.

“Hey! Eyes up here!” Mrs. Braxton chuckled.

Jason didn´t even notice when her arm moved and her hand reached for his face. Her gigantic thumb and index finger squeezing his cheeks and pulled up his face.

His eyes went wide open as his attention went from those perfect breasts into her face.

“Don´t worry, I don´t mind. However… I do mind when you´re not paying attention to what I say. I know it´s almost inevitable for you to notice how big these are, but make sure to have your mind focused on my words, not just my boobs. Ok?” How can she be kind and bossy at the same time?

This is an order, the words are phrased as an order, but a kind one. In fact, her voice is so kind, her tone´s almost careless. But he´ll take note, mind on questions, answer her questions. Not too much boob-distractions.

“Sorry…” he said.

“You´re forgiven. Now, what to do? Hmm?” It was nice of her to ask. But why was she asking him?

He´s got literally no idea what to do. He never really thought of this as some vacation. Much less to consider this last day´s activities will depend on him.

A museum? Movie theater? A mall? What is he supposed to say?

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What to do? Jason´s problems are much bigger than what they will do to spend the rest of their time there.

His main issue? He´s found a new like, giantesses. His activities must ensure he won´t get all turned on by his boss´s enormously luscious body. Ensure he won´t find himself staring at her. Lurking at her bosom, staring at her butt.

Mrs. Braxton is just too much woman to be ignored! He can´t help himself! And she´s so kind, so tender, so… touchy.

Her hands, those big hands often fall on him, her touch is sweet, and she often pulls him closer. Can he ignore her enormous breasts as she brings them closer? As she brings him closer?

“Oh! I don´t know if I should mention this, but Ashley often comes with me, we sort of hang together on this day. You don´t mind that, right? So, just think on something we can do, as a group of three.” Mrs. Braxton added.

Perfect, that was just perfect. Two women? Two sexy amazons?

There´s something that comes to mind, a threesome!

Ashley´s sensuous body, naked, coming towards him. Her erect nipples, pointing straight at him. And behind him, Mrs. Braxton. Ettie´s sensuous body, lying in bed.

He immediately pictured himself sandwiched between both gigantic women. With Ashley´s hot body, the 9´6” amazon taking control of the front. Meanwhile, Ettie lies behind him, his body lying over hers. He´d be using the body of the 9´10” amazon as a mattress, his whole body buried in her hot flesh.

This sent quivers down his spine, and another thing, guilt. Why is he suddenly fantasizing about his boss? About his boss´s friend too?

New ideas have come to his mind, a new urge. A new desire.

A desire for the sensuous, vigorous body of those mature amazons.

And also a fear, a new fear of this emotions. Was he afraid that an amazon as big was way too much for him to handle? Or, was he afraid Nataly will find out? If she finds out, he´s sure she´s going to kill him...