Searching For Sparky (remastered) - Chapter 1

Have you ever seen those restoration shows where someone brings in an old rusted item that no longer looks beautiful, and a skilled artisan takes it apart, restores it, and makes it shiny and new again?

It is a comparable concept to what I'm doing with any of my remastered works. The whole concept is to go from SD (standard definition) to HD (high definition) in terms of quality.

My sole focus when remastering is to "preserve and strengthen the original intention of the story." I'm being as meticulous and careful as I can be to not ruin, alter, or destroy what was good that previously existed. Instead, I'm trying to highlight, beautify, and enhance what is already there, adding more detail to it, hopefully bringing out more intensity and vivid beauty.

This is Chapter 1 of the #1 requested story revival.

I remember when I originally wrote this story on the big island of Hawaii. I was only 23 or 24 years old and I had just written many stories and I was on a roll and just felt like writing a new and random story and this just came out. It is the least planned and most "winged" story I ever wrote, which was why the pace accelerated at the start so early. I was just writing whatever came to mind. Somehow, this was perhaps my most positively received story I ever wrote. This patreon is exactly for projects such as these, dream projects.

To those who have told me that this is their favorite giantess story of all time, I was very careful with it, and hope I did it justice. My apologies if typos still exist (there were so many). I hope you enjoy the remastered and potentially beautified version of your favorite story. Thanks again for supporting me and allowing this to happen.

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Searching for Sparky

by stewy

Chapter 1 – Turkey Time

My father was always a real hard ass. A really macho guy that happened to be an electrician. Always insisting that I work with him after school, he pushed me to do things I really didn't have the skills to do. I paid dearly one day when my father made me re-wire the main power in some guy I didn't care about's house. When my hands accidentally touched the bare wires, I couldn't let go and if it hadn't been for the guy that lived there getting home at just the right time, I wouldn't have lived to tell the tale. I was nearly shocked to death and was sent to the hospital for a month.

That was definitely the most miserable month of my entire life. I could hardly move on account of my muscles being damaged. The doctors told me that I would improve, but never full recover, leaving me significantly weaker. The worst part was definitely the damage to my pituitary gland. Being in my early teens, I was told I would never grow another inch in my life. They also told me I probably wouldn't get any bigger at all. I was permanently stuck at 4'11" inches, with a body most adults would consider scrawny. I grew bitter at the world and adopted a sarcastic attitude, but for the most part I was afraid of people. They made fun of my height and weight left and right. I always pretended to be used to it, but you never really get used to people treating you like you're inferior.

When I graduated high school, I decided to skip college, which ended up being a bad idea. I ended up getting a real crappy job. The years went by and by until I was dead sick of my job as an office boy at this hot shot law firm. I was tired of everyone telling me what to do all the time. I was such a cheapskate though, I managed to save up all my cash and invest over the many miserable years I had to work there. With all my investments and savings, I decided to open up my own bookstore in the city. I investigated the real estate and managed to find a cheap apartment in a complex I could live at temporarily.

The first few weeks went great. I liked my apartment, I liked the city, and the opening of my bookstore was a success. I wasn't raking in the cash or anything, but it was definitely enough to get by, which was all I cared about. I managed to hire a really nice old lady that was a really great employee. Cheryl was her name, she was a doll, always there on time every morning. She was even more punctual then me. She helped me run the store along with a few other people I hired. I got used to working with her since she frequently opened the store and worked the early early shift with me. The nice part was I usually got home around 3 O'clock.

It must have been the 14th day I had been in the city when I met Milton on that Sunday. He was a really friendly guy that struck up a conversation with me in the elevator. As it turned out, he only lived a few doors down from me on the same floor. He talked about how much he loved his family and his

Christian upbringing. I got used to running into him and chatting him up, although he did seem like kind of a... I donno dork? He kind of reminded me of Ned Flanders from the Simpsons.

I ran into him the very next day and had another chat with him in the main lobby. He referred to me as "neighbor" and it made me feel at ease. It was nice knowing a friendly guy that lived close to me. A lot of the other people that lived around me we're really cold and at best would say "hey," in passing, so

I warmed up to Milton. I generally warmed up to anyone that didn't comment on my diminutive size and stature, which as it were, was very few people indeed. Almost everyone I met eventually brought up how short or scrawny I was, even if it was just casual conversation and not ill-intended.

That Tuesday, I ran into Milton again outside his door, lugging a bunch of grocery bags.

"Hey Milton, how's the wife and kids." I said warmly as I saw him in the hallway unlocking his door.

"Mitch! Oh great, I'm making them a big turkey dinner tonight." he informed me enthusiastically, lifting up two plastic bags that seemed full and heavy.

"You go Milton." I joked, laughing inwardly at what a harmless fuzzball this guy was. His wife was a lucky woman.

"You should come in and chat for a bit." he insisted.

"Sure Milton, I've always got time for you." I said festively, wondering what interesting conversations might arise from chatting with my neighbor.

I had never been in Milton's apartment before. I was slightly curious how clean he kept the place. I was guessing his place wasn't very messy at all and I was right.

Milton unlocked his door and opened it. I followed him into the kitchen and he began placing things onto the counter, bringing out big pans and other cooking utensils.

"So how's life?" asked Milton plainly.

"Can't complain I guess. The bookstore is going fine and that's my main concern." I responded.

"Oh, that's good. Everyone I've been talking to lately seems to be so down in the dumps these days, it's good to see someone in decent spirits." he jabbered while he pulled a butterball turkey out of the bag and opened it up and putting it in a large oven pan.

"Yeah well, I just haven't anything seriously bad happen to me in a long time it seems like. Knock on wood." I chattered, knocking my fist on his counter.

"Ha! Well, I can't say I haven't been blessed myself." rubbing a stick of butter all over the turkey as he chatted me up.

"How's that?" I inquired.

"Are you kidding? I've got a beautiful wife that loves me, a daughter that's a straight "A" student at St.Junipers, and I like my job." He preened.

"I didn't know you had a daughter." I told him, realizing I knew so little about Milton and his family.

St.Junipers is a university for hyper intelligent people famous for math and science. You have to get insane test scores to get into that school.

"Oh yeah, she must have just gotten back from class a short while ago. Prolly watching one of those reality TV shows in the living room." said Milton as he finished salting the turkey.

"Hehe." I chuckled, judging that his daughter was probably immature.

"I knew I forgot something. The darned potatoes!" he exclaimed, biting his fist.

"I've got to run down to the store, but I can't leave my daughter in charge of the turkey, she'll burn it to a crisp." he said in a distraught tone of voice, shoving the buttered and salted turkey in the oven and turning it on.

"Oh really? Not much of a cook huh?" I asked, trying to ease the tension.

"Hehe, no, she's even worse then my wife. Oh my god, you wouldn't tell her I said that." He said, lowering his voice to a whisper as a look of worry confounded his face, his head scanning the room with paranoia to make sure nobody else heard him.

"No Milton, your secret is safe with me." I responded slowly, using his same whisper as a joke, laughing at how kind-hearted and genuine he was.

"Jeese you know. I don't mean to put you in a tight spot, but could you stay here and watch the oven while I run down to the store? I really wanna surprise my wife with a fully cooked turkey before she gets home. Please Mitch?" He asked nicely.

I rolled my eyes back and sighed.

"I guess I could do that for you." I joked, feigning exacerbation.

"Great! Th... thanks a bunch Mitch, I owe you one." he stuttered a bit in all his excitement as his body was already set in motion towards the door.

"Sure sure." I said downplaying myself. It really wasn't a big deal to me.

"Go join Clarissa in the living room, make yourself at home. Just keep your nose to the air and if you smell anything burning, you know what to do." he insisted.

"CLARISSA! I'M GOING TO THE STORE! MITCH, OUR NEIGHBOR IS HERE TO WATCH THE

TURKEY! BE BACK IN A BIT!" He called.

"OK DADDY!" I heard a high pitched feminine voice call out.

"Thanks again Mitch. Just don't let anything burn." he said with a smile, pealing his coat off the coat hanger and heading out the door.

I nodded to Milton as he finished putting his coat on and I started making my way slightly nervously towards the female voice I had heard coming from the living room.

I wandered around the house and saw flickering lights coming from a dark open doorway. I stepped in and was taken by the sight that lay before me. Milton's daughter Clarissa was strewn out across the floor on her stomach with a remote control in her hand, and a lollipop in the other. She was not the little girl Milton had made her out to be.

As I walked through the room, I gazed down at her body lit by the flickering lights of the TV. Not only was she huge, but she was wearing a catholic school girl's uniform, a plaid navy blue and green skirt and a white button down blouse. Her ass was glorious as it pushed proudly up into the air through her skirt, which had rode up due to her position on the carpet, exposing the higher parts of her thighs, just a few inches below that incredible butt. My jaw dropped as I drank in her legs with my eyes, they were bent at the knees, her calves and feet bobbing back and forth in the air languidly. The motions of her calves and feet were slow and feminine, moving absentmindedly as she stared at the television, licking her lollipop slowly.

"Hello there." I said casually as I walked past her towards the couch.

Clarissa glanced up at me, pulling her lollipop from her mouth with a **smack**, and gave me a toothy smile. She had perfectly straight and lovely teeth. Her face was really cute, especially with those blonde pigtails.

"Heya mister." she chirped, putting the lollipop back into her mouth.

I sat down on the couch, but I wasn't watching the TV. I was staring at the swells of her ass as her legs bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down, nonchalantly, a non-self-aware natural movement.

Milton was right about the reality TV. Clarissa was watching a show where twelve guys and twelve girls were all competing to become the last couple standing on some island resort. There was massively overdone drama involved as the individual contestants were interviewed. The contestants were expressing so much passion, emotion, and anger regarding their feelings towards other contestants.

Is this interesting for her?

I personally didn't find the notion of some producer rounding up the most eccentric personalities in the country and tossing them in the same place together to see the fireworks. It just seemed in poor taste to put humans in that sort of social situation where bad things were guaranteed to happen. It was just drama for the sake of drama. It seemed like she was really enjoying it though.

**smack** the sound of her lollipop leaving her mouth.

By the look of this girl's body, there was no way she was still in high school. I sat there feeling hypnotized, my eyes glued to her butt.

Isn't St.Junipers a university for hyper intelligent people?

I began wondering how smart this young curvy beauty lying on the floor in front of me in her school uniform was.

Clarissa's right hand reached back and scratched her right thigh and buttcheek with her nails, hiking up her skirt even more, revealing a brief hint of her white satin panties for a moment, before her arm swung back around and helped prop her up with her elbows, allowing her skirt to settle back down, covering herself just enough once again. I glared with contentment, paying little attention to the TV

screen, entirely distracted by the sight of her young body with such a fat ass.

Damn, this is Milton's daughter?

As her head craned back to look at me, I lifted my gaze to the TV screen. There was no way she didn't catch me staring at her ass. She just looked back at me and smiled, taking a slow lick of her lollipop.

"How come you're so little?" she asked in a thought-provoked high pitched tone of voice, mouthing her at her lollipop after she finished speaking.

"How come you're so big?" I replied simply, judging this girl to be approaching six feet tall (183 cm).

Clarissa just smiled back and then thrust her ass into the air, giving me a great view up her skirt before she pushed herself up and brushed her legs off. Then she turned and I gulped. This girl was stacked. I could see the outline of her bra through her thin white shirt. She had to be at least a double D. I hadn't expected her to be quite so busty and seeing her big chest so suddenly was quite jolting to my senses.

Folding her hands behind her lower back, her chest was thrust proudly forward as she stretched her arms behind herself and began stepping towards the couch, looking directly into my eyes. I stared back curiously. I began to sweat as her body approached and she sat down next to me. She put an arm back on the couch behind me. Sitting down, my eyes were even with her chin. She looked down at me with her arm behind me, using her other hand to twirl the lollipop in her mouth by the stick before sliding it out with another **smack**.

"You're really cute." she chirped in a high pitched voice, putting her lollipop back into her mouth.

"Gee, that's nice of you to say." I said, trying to sound apathetic. I wasn't really wanting to get caught messing around with Milton's daughter, so I was trying to display as little interest as possible.

"Can I tell you a secret?" she whispered after sliding the lollipop back out of her mouth with a twirl.

"Uhhhh..." I stammered, not being able to think of a witty response. Clarissa leaned in towards my ear, I felt her bosom press gently against my arm as she leaned in.

**squish** the sensation of young double d breasts pressing gently into my arm.

"I really like little guys like you." she whispered sexily and softly.

"K." I responded, retracting my body away from her, looking back at the TV, thinking this girl might be a little off.

Clarissa noticed my withdrawal, smiled at my resistance, and sat back up against the couch. I saw her body in the corner of my eye as she yawned and slowly stretched her arms up into the air and back behind her. Those heaving breasts of hers thrust out proudly before her, stretching the buttons of her school uniform's white button down shirt. I heard myself swallow, before she finally finished her long languid yawn.

**gulp** the sound of my own throat swallowing with nervous tension.

The characters on the television screen were growing even more agitated, articulating heavy discontent with one another in the main area they were congregating in.

As I stared at the TV, I felt her big body's weight adjusting on the couch as she scooted further away from me.

"Well, right now might be a good time to check on the turkey anyway." I thought.

Then the unexpected happened.

Clarissa's gorgeous blond pigtailed head descended onto the couch as she lay down, her head draped itself across my lap. I kind of jumped a little, pushing myself further back into the couch, not really knowing how to react.

"I'm tired." I heard her say in that high pitched girly voice.

She curled up into the fetal position with her head resting on my thighs. My eyes scanned her curvy body, noticing how tight her shirt was, full of breast-meat, and how her school uniform skirt was being pulled down by gravity to expose lots of her young, thick, sexy thighs. It was quite an erotic sight to have her curled up with her head in my lap, and it made me feel small how big her head felt in my lap. I looked down at her head in my lap, marveling at the size of her beautiful head with her blond pigtails falling into my lap.

Woh, that was brazen.

I wanted to say something as I squirmed sightly in the couch, not knowing how to react. I couldn't just throw her head off me could I?

Then her head turned in my lap, her body turning to lay on her back, her big blue eyes looked up at me with a blank innocent stare, her lollipop being pulled out of her lips that wrapped around it. **Smack** Her large double d breasts fell back into her chest to show how natural they were, while maintaining their firm perky, large, youthful shape. As she finished shifting her body, her breasts wobbled into place, causing a motion that drew my eyes. I saw her white-button down shirt move along with her feminine charms, allowing me to realize just how curvy this woman was, and how abundant her female flesh was. The material of her skirt was pulled down by gravity even further, stopping only inches before her underwear, fulling exposing her young sexy thighs and legs as she lay on her back with her head in my lap.

Clarissa's gaze was somehow penetrating as she looked up at me, her facial expression entirely blank. I squirmed on the inside as I did my absolute best to hide any reaction she may have caused me to have. I was keenly aware that her impressive assets that were looming a short distance down the couch and tried my best to block them out of my mind as I began to tell her to get up.

"Clarissa... I..." I began when she interrupted me.

"You don't mind if I rest here do you?" she cooed sweetly in an innocent little girl's voice. Her red lollipop stained lips pursed in preparation for her lollipop to return. She slid the stick of red hard candy between her lips and twirled it around before pushing it into her mouth and sliding it out, then pushing it in and sliding it out again, mouthing at it with her lips. She pulled the lollipop out with her mouth again with another **smack**. This time her tongue came out and licked the sweet candy off her lips.

"Actually..." I began.

"Cus I'm sooo tired." she cooed, putting her lollipop back into her mouth and turned her head in my lap, pushing it further in towards my crotch. I felt my semi-hard penis against her cheek and jaw. I was pretty sure she could feel it too. It felt like she may have even turned her cheek in towards it intentionally, nuzzling her nose, face, and cheek against my semi-hard penis through the cloth material of my pants.

"Ok Clarissa, I've got to check on the turkey now." I said plainly.

What Clarissa did next made me gasp. I heard the smack of her lollipop being pulled from her mouth with her hand before Clarissa's head turned downward so her lips and nose rubbed against my hardening erection. She began to slide her nose across me, in between my legs and mouthed at my semi-erection with her lips through my pants, I felt myself stiffening rapidly.

"AhhhhHhhh." I moaned, half in pleasure half in panic, feeling her teeth gently nibble my shaft through the soft material of my pants.

I couldn't believe this girl, I'd never sparked this strong of a reaction from a woman, let alone one so beautiful. This was the first time in my life a woman had ever come on so strong and was so forward. There was something so intense about her simply doing this to me without my asking. I couldn't figure out why she was so hungry for this sort of interaction with me, or what I had done to attract her this much.

“Om nom nom nom Nom NoM NOM NOM NOM NOM!” she started making playful cartoonish noises, pretending to be eating and devouring my lap with her big mouth. I heard her feminine voice like an expert harp ringing in my ears. The lack of maturity and playful comedic nature of her words did nothing to lessen their effect on me. For a moment it felt like she was devouring me or something and I felt really vulnerable. This woman's beautiful head and sexy face was mouthing at my lap making pretend eating noises, like she was a predator devouring its helpless prey.

"Ok ok Ok." I said in panic, standing up and attempting to lift her head out of my lap. She forcefully tried to keep it there, mouthing and nibbled at my crotch, and I wrestled and struggled with her a bit, her arms grabbing at me with surprising force and stopping me from standing up and tossing her off.

Turning her head again to look up at me, her head in my lap, she spoke to me in a sexy tone of voice.

“Excuse me Mitch, but I'm not talking to you right now. I'm getting to know my new little friend that really wants to chat with me, so leave us alone.” she declared, turning her head back into my lap for more nomnoms.

“nom nom NoM NoM NoM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM!” she made more cartoonish eating noises with her face in my lap, pretending to devour my crotch and lap with her mouth and face.

I could feel her lips mouthing at the material of my pants yet again. My penis was starting to get really hard. She wasn't wrong about it really seeming to like her. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. I had just met this woman and she was provoking such a strong reaction out of me.

Finally I managed to push her off and quickly walked out to the kitchen with a huge tent in my pants. I heard her high pitched voice giggling.

What the fuck?

I walked into the kitchen awkwardly due to the wood I was sporting in my pants, making me waddle slightly. I had to adjust myself in my pants so that my arousal wasn't that obvious and I could walk easier. I opened the oven door and checked the turkey with the thermometer. Then I closed the oven door and turned around. I saw Clarissa's towering body in that Christian schoolgirl's outfit in the doorway to the living room, wrapped in the shadows of the dim light with her hand on the wall of the doorway. Her hand slid off the wall as she sauntered towards me, her hips bouncing side to side, causing her skirt to swish and sway and her heavy breasts to bounce gently up and down.

**bounce** **swish** **bounce** **swish** **bounce** **swish** **bounce** **swish** the bouncing of breasts and the swishing of skirt cloth material sounded in my ears.

Glancing at the frontdoor I thought I might have to bolt. I glanced back at Clarissa, then the front-door, Clarissa, front-door, Clarissa.

I made a promise to Milton, I can't let the place burn down on my watch. He'd never forgive me and I'd never forgive myself. You have to stand your ground Mitch.

As she closed the distance between us I spoke.

"Look... uhh Clarissa... I'm not interested ok?" I informed her, brushing her off. This didn't stop her from slowly walking intimidatingly towards me, her pigtails and hair swishing, her blue sparkling eyes gazing through mine deeply.

What the fuck was this hornball's problem?

She's got a thing for midgets?

Bracing myself to bolt for the door, it swung open on its own accord. Milton entered the room with another couple plastic bags.

"Ah good. Nothing's burning." he teased, smiling and snorting in a dorky manner.

My heart caught in my chest and I breathed a deep sigh of relief. Milton had returned.

Well that was fast.

I had expected him to be out much longer than that.

Milton made me think of the sort of person who would use the expression “okey-dokey,” though he never did. What a wholesome fellow he was. He was sure to help calm the current situation down for me.

Clarissa didn't even break her stride as she sat on a stool on the other side of the kitchen counter.

"Watcha making daddy?" pondered the supposedly innocent princess.

After seeing her stand-up, I could assess her height more clearly, and she was huge for a woman, probably standing around six feet tall (183 cm). I was guessing that Milton had no idea what her daughter was capable of, and would never have guessed what she had been doing to me just a moment ago. I decided to play it off like nothing happened, hoping it would all just blow over.

"Turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, and cranberry sauce!" He beamed with a huge smile.

Instead of laughing at how dorky Milton was, I couldn't get Clarissa off my mind. She seemed to be staring at me with her pinky between her teeth whenever Milton wasn't looking. I definitely noticed, but did not return her gaze, trying to grab Milton's attention.

"So Milton, find everything alright at the store?" I asked, lamely trying to start a conversation.

"Oh yeah, I even found Myrtle's favorite cranberry sauce." he beamed, preening with joy.

“So you weren't gone long at all, what store did you go to?” I asked Milton, trying to hold his attention and satisfy my curiosity.

“Oh, just the small market at the end of the block. It's not far at all and I was sure they'd have a sack of potatoes.” Milton told me.

The door opened and slammed shut again.

"Honey I'm home." called an older woman's voice laughingly, carrying her purse and wearing formal clothes.

"Surprise!" Milton yelled cheerfully.

"Heyyyy! You made dinner!" said Myrtle gleefully.

I glanced over to see Clarissa was still looking at me with hungry, almost predatory look.

“Well, it's not ready yet honey, but the turkey is well along and I'm about to peal the potatoes and put them in. Honey, I want you to meet our neighbor Mitch." he introduced, motioning his hand towards me.

"Ohhh, nice to meet you." Myrtle said walking towards me, offering a hand to shake. I stared up at this towering woman and shook her hand with a smile on my face, seeing where Clarissa got her height.

"My god you're..." Myrtle began before she stopped herself.

"It's ok, you can say it. I'm used to it." I said apathetically.

"How short are you?" she asked rudely.

"Honey!" Milton interupted, "That's no way to treat our guest."

"I'm so sorry," Myrtle apologized, "Please, stay for dinner." she insisted.

Glancing back at Clarissa, who sat silently on the counter, I saw a cat-like grin crept across her face. I couldn't get over how curvy and big she was. I could see the resemblance with her mother now as she had all of her height, but she had chest puppies and an even bigger ass than her mom. It must have just been the gene lottery.

"I... Uhhh..." I began to stammer, contemplating my situation.

"He would love to." said Milton, accepting the invitation for me.

"S... Sure." I agreed, feeling heavily pressured into it.

"I had nowhere to be anyway." I figured.

Myrtle went and got changed and Milton and I chit chatted for a while.

"Imma go get changed Daddy." said Clarissa in that high pitched voice, giving me one last glance as she walked out of the room, her breasts bouncing with her stride as she walked, her skirt swishing along.

"Ok sweetie, it's gonna be about an hour and a half before dinner's ready." he informed her.

I thought it was clever how Milton had chopped the turkey up into smaller pieces so it would cook faster. He claimed he could make it perfect in just two hours with his technique. I'd never seen it done before, so I was really interested in seeing if his turkey would be a success. After all, I had helped watch it, so I was a part of making it and it needed to be delicious.

"She is such a sweetheart. You know she's got her mother's brains that one. Maybe she'll grow up to be a geneticist like her." he stared wistfully almost towards the ceiling, dreaming of his daughters bright successful future.

I just shrugged, not interested in discussing the topic of Milton's daughter.

"By the way, sorry about my wife asking that Mitch." he apologized.

"Really, it's no biggie." I said, laughing at my accidental pun.

Mitch joined in the laughter.

"I must get at least three comments a day about my height." I informed him.

Milton nodded.

We continued to chat for a half an hour, talking about our jobs mostly. Milton spoke warmly about how much he loved the people he worked with and his boss, where as I made fun of my ex-boss's silly antics. Milton, who never said a bad thing about anyone seemed to laugh at my words regardless of their playful negativity.

Well, our work discussion drifted into local events, and then politics, and we even spoke a little bit on the topic of religion. It was a friendly, polite, enjoyable, fun discussion between two men that got along and could get carried away in conversation. Milton, of course, was very religious where as I was not.

The time really whizzed by.

Milton, checked on the turkey and potatoes, and deeming the dinner ready, pulled it out and began to cut the relatively small turkey. I couldn't believe he had cooked it so fast, yet it still looked delicious with excellent color on the fully cooked bird. I knew not his techniques, nor did I care. I was more of a Chinese take-out kind of guy. That being said, I really enjoyed a home cooked meal like this whenever it came my way.

"DINNER!" Milton yelled, causing footsteps to stir about the household.

I helped Milton set the table, putting ceramic plates down on the table cloth of the long rectangular dinner table. I also grabbed some of the lighter plates of food, the potatoes, the rolls, and the cranberry sauce, and I carried them all to the table. Milton was intent on managing the turkey himself.

"Where should I sit?" I asked.

Milton appointed me the seat in the middle and I sat politely as Milton took his seat at the head of the table. The table was pretty big actually, especially for a man of my size, but I took notice of it's fine smooth craftsmanship as I pulled my chair closer towards the table, the tablecloth sliding over my lap.

I began to take a sip of water from my glass when Clarissa sauntered in wearing an outfit that managed to hide very little of her voluptuous body. A pair of white soft short shorts and a bright pink short sleeve belly shirt that showed off the healthy and daunting bulge of her bosom and offered a view of her taught stomach just up to her belly button. Clarissa stared at me with a unique grin as she pulled out her chair and sat down across from me. She was bursting out of that pink t-shirt that was too tight for her, riding up to expose her belly. The high collar of her shirt protected us from dealing with the sight of her cleavage that was surely fearsome when exposed. Her shirt looked like a shirt that maybe she had purchased years ago and then outgrown as her body blossomed into the curvy voluptuous monstrosity it had become.

Nearly spitting out my water, I began coughing having felt some water go down the wrong pipe. I covered my mouth with my hand and gave several big coughs.

**cough** **cough** **cough**

"Are you ok Mitch?" asked Milton politely.

"Oh yeah, just swallowed some down the wrong pipe ya know." I assured him.

I saw Clarissa's lips curl into a smile as she sat with her hands in her lap, pressing her bosom gently together with her arms. I was definitely hard pressed not to stare at those big heavy toys of hers as they thrust outward into her pink belly shirt that was much too small and tight on her frame.

Myrtle came walking in with a smile wearing a black t-shirt and jeans and sat down at the far end of the table. She looked enthusiastic and happy, obviously enjoying the sight of a table full of food. She was happy to see her family and have her neighbor over as a guest.

"Ok great, now we can say grace." said Milton warmly.

"Would you like to do the honors Mitch?" asked Myrtle.

Me?

I hadn't prayed in years, but hey, why not?

"Sure." I replied, remembering that I sitting with a religious family.

Everyone at the table closed their eyes, folded their hands, and bowed their heads.

"Thank you God for the food we are about to eat. We give thanks for..." My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a large soft foot that touched my calf and gently began to rub up against it.

I felt the softness of toes poking into my calf, gently touching it, and slowly sliding up my leg.

"...the... homes we live in..." my words became cluttered and awkward as the foot slid up to my knee and its sole rubbed against the inside of it.

I was struck by how gentle and soothing her foot was as it touched me, sliding around and rubbing into the inside of my leg, just above my knee.

"the jobs we work at... the..." I stammered on, stopping to swallow loudly as the foot playfully made a fist with its toes and then opened, clenching its toes into a fist and then opening it again and again as it seemed to slowly crawl up my leg, further and further up towards my thigh. I became more and more nervous the higher up her foot went, eventually reaching my thighs, still clenching its toes and releasing them as it did. It was almost like a massage the way her toes were clawing at my leg and it actually felt amazing.

**gulp** the audible sound of my throat swallowing.

"...t... the..." I began to sweat as the foot began tracing circles with its big toe around my inner thighs, inches away from my manhood that was becoming quite aroused.

I could feel my penis starting to thicken in my pants, slowly filling up and expanding in size as her foot teased me with brilliant physical sensation that drew my senses and distracted my ability to deliver a perfect speech. My thoughts were being drawn the sensation of her foot, the pleasure of the feeling between my legs, and the intensity of the situation.

"Family we l... live with..." I stuttered as the gentle foot continued to tease my upper thighs.

"and the p... people" Clarissa's foot slid gently in between my legs, prodding my length with her toes, then wiggling them against me underneath the tablecloth.

The first poke her big toe made into my penis really filled my world of sensation, occupying the entirety of my mental space, causing me to pause my speech. I was lucky and grateful I didn't squeak out loud. The second and third poke felt nearly as good, and it wasn't long before her toes were sort of wriggling and writhing in various directions, spreading out the stimulation all around my crotch area. I could feel her toes touching my penis mostly, but sometimes drifting lower down and touching my balls as well. The touching was so passionate, insistent, and intentional.

“...........” a bit of a pause as I allowed a heavy distraction to pass.

I really tried to focus myself and breath calmly in order to finish what I was saying.

"...the people we love. Amen." I finally finished, exhaling a sigh of relief upon completion and slouching in my chair a bit.

"Amen!" said all three other voices in unison in a cheerful upbeat tone.

*the clattering of silverware and plates* the dinner table livened up with sound as people started helping themselves, putting food on their plates.

"You don't have to be so nervous around us Mitch." Myrtle laughed, downplaying the strict religious air.

"It was my first time." I lied, feeling Clarissa's feet still scrunching and wiggling in my crotch.

I looked up at her to see Clarissa smiling gently at me, while turning her head and giving attention to her parents when they spoke. I tried to give her a stern eye that said "stop it," but she didn't seem to notice or care.

"Well, Clarissa here just had her third day of classes today, didn't you darling?" Milton said.

Myrtle beamed over at her daughter, her eyes full of pride.

"Yes Daddy." Clarissa said politely and innocently in her high pitched voice.

Right after Clarissa looked over at her father and nodded, she looked back at me, giving me a knowing glance as her foot continued to assault my lap under the tablecloth.

Wow, they are really buying this act?

"Well, how was it?" Milton inquired.

My prick was now rock hard in my pants as Clarissa's foot jostled my dick around playfully in my pants. I felt her toes batting into my hardened rod a bit before she pressed her sole into it, flattening my dick against my crotch and lower abdomen and pressing her foot firmly into my crotch and balls. It was a good thing Myrtle and Milton weren't looking at me, because my face was wincing, molding, squinting, and shifting with potent facial reactions as I experienced intense physical sensations between my legs.

"Mmmmm," Clarissa said thoughtfully, "It was really hard." she said, lowering her voice making it more throaty, looking at me when she said the words "really hard" while scrunching her toes against the underside of my sensitive head.

Then I felt her foot start to slide up and down, the ball of her foot pushing into my penis and rubbing it up and down through my pants under the table. Her foot was starting to build a steady and casual rhythm as the ball of her foot pushed into my penis, massaging it intently in secret.

"But I think I can handle it no problem Daddy. I just need to work at it persistently and never give up." she said, eyeing me up as the ball of her foot began to slide up and down a little faster, pushing into my shaft with a bit more force.

This woman was now effectively masturbating me in my pants using her apparently dexterous and skillful foot sitting across from me at the dinner table. Her gaze that looked over at me from time to time was a little bit intense. She seemed happy, playful, bold, and relentless, like someone that didn't take no for an answer easily at all. I hadn't expected her to be so bold as to try anything with her parents right in front of her. She seemed like a young woman in heat that was amazingly turned on, but I was just a shrimp, so I couldn't figure out what her deal was.

Milton and Myrtle were listening to Clarissa speak about her studies with their eyes on their plates, completely oblivious to what was happening to me.

I tried to eat my food, or it would have looked suspicious, but Clarissa's foot was making it challenging for me. I realized I was eating more slowly than everyone else and I hoped no one would notice.

"There, you hear that? What a trooper." Milton began, preening over his prized daughter that was in the process of jacking me off under the table with her big sexy foot.

I shook my head at her "NO!" when myrtle and Milton looked at Clarissa, silently begging her to stop. She just returned my look of panic with a satisfied grin as her foot began to move against me even faster.

"I tell ya Mitch, when my Clarissa sees something she wants she just goes for it." Milton assured me proudly.

"That's right," added Myrtle, "There's no stopping our pumpkin." Myrtle praised with a sweet motherly tone.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit...

I felt my arousal building to the point of it threatening an orgasm. I was immediately alarmed by what was happening, because up until this point there were no permanent consequences. I thought she would fiddle around for a while and then cut it out, not go hog wild under the table in front of her own parents. It seemed reckless entirely for her to go for the kill like this.

In my current state I was more than unable to stand up, everyone would see my raging tent in my pants. Then again, if I backed my chair up, the same thing would happen, the tablecloth would expose me in all my glory. I felt completely trapped, unable to move, unable to say anything about it, lest it draw attention to what was happening.

Panic washed over me as my breathing quickened. I couldn't believe that Milton and Myrtle were so damned oblivious about their daughter. Clarissa's foot continued to slide up and down me, stopping to slide her toes down to my balls and wiggle them against me. It took a lot of willpower to sit still and not make a scene. I looked up and saw Clarissa stuffing a forkful of mashed potatoes into her mouth, sliding the fork out slowly while she stared at me, pursing her lips and then licking them. Her foot continued to wriggle around my ballsack as the conversation picked back up. I was just thrilled nobody was talking to me.

I spoke too soon.

"So Mitch, you're new here and don't know much of the area. Why don't you have my daughter show you around town?" Milton suggested.

Clarissa was looking over at me with the biggest fattest smile, grinning ear to ear, nodding excitedly along with what her father, Milton, was saying, her blond pigtails bouncing along with her enthusiastic nodding. It seemed she very much liked the idea of guiding me around town.

"I..." began to stutter, not having an easy time speaking with Milton's sexpot daughter's foot squirming against my balls.

It was being so gentle right now, surprisingly gentle. I felt her toes very gently resting against my balls, drifting around them and touching them with her toes ever so gently and tenderly. I was surprised to feel so much tenderness from a woman so young.

"I don't think..." I drifted off, my voice weak and hazy.

"Yeah why not Mitch?" spoke Clarissa over me sweetly.

"It'd be sooo much fun." Clarissa chirped innocently like a good little girl.

I saw her biting the skin under her lower lip with her top row of teeth, as Clarissa was lost in imagination, fantasizing about being a tour guide for Mitch and all the things they would do together.

She couldn't help but start straight at me a little too much as her foot continued to tease my legs and lap underneath the table, touching, poking, prodding, and gently sliding against my penis and balls as she pleased, with me entirely unable to stop her. The embarrassment, humiliation, and agony of creating a scene in front of Myrtle and Milton was not an option.

"Have you been to the park to see the Silver Waterfalls yet Mitch?" asked Myrtle looking straight over at me.

"No. Can't say I have." grunting out the sentence, thrilled I got out all the words without stuttering.

I was intentionally choosing the shortest words I could, without seeming overly short. I couldn't just give one word answers. I had heard of that local nature spot and it was rumored to be quite beautiful, but it was a bit of a drive to get there.

"Oh it's wonderful." beamed Myrtle, excited that she had learned something about me.

"Yeah, Clarissa will take you tomorrow. Your very own tour guide. Won't you Clarissa?" asked Milton.

"Oh, I'd love to." she beamed enthusiastically, looking at me with the most upbeat and excited smile, grinning from ear to ear.

Clarissa looked like someone excited that they had just woken up on their birthday, or Christmas, or a holiday or something. Her mood was absolutely uplifted, buoyant, and energized.

I felt Clarissa's enthusiastic and excited grin bearing down on me with a huge toothy smile as once again the ball of her foot slid up and began pressing me into my flesh, sliding up and down, up and down, up and down, up, down, up, down, up, down. It seemed quite intentional at this point. She was jacking me off under the table with the ball of her foot. Her movements with her beautiful big foot in my lap were no longer slow or gentle, but quite insistent.

How in the hell are these two people that stupid to not notice?

I was trying to think about anything but the foot that was pumping my dick with intention, gunning for my release. I was sure that other people could hear her skin sliding against the material of my pants, but apparently they really were that thick. Still though, if I erupted in my pants, there would be no explaining it. I would be screwed beyond belief. I had to hold on. I had to.

Think of something else... think of anything else...

"I donno." I gasped out, doing my absolute best to keep a straight face.

I tried to use my squinting strained face to make it look like I was struggling to make a decision about the trip to the Silver Waterfalls, when in fact my face was strained from trying to resist feeling as much pleasure as possible. It was so challenging. Clarissa's foot felt really great.

"Oh c'mon Mitch, it's the least we can do to help. She doesn't bite." insisted Milton looking over at me.

I shifted my glance to Clarissa who made a sexy biting motion at me, drawing back her lips and snapping her front teeth together.

*ChomP* the audible chomping noise of teeth on teeth.

I felt my orgasm lurch, painfully close to the edge. I was fighting it like a champ, squeezing my pc muscles and fighting my orgasm back down as hard as I could. Clarissa seemed to sense that I was resisting with all my strength, and was only entertained by it, continuing her onslaught without any discouragement. It was as if she took it as a challenge.

There was something about the look in Clarissa's eyes that let me know that I was actually in trouble.

Oh shit.

"C'mon Mitch, you have to come." she commanded insinuatively, her happy enthusiastic face covered in joy and overly happy smiles as her other foot finally joined in the fun, surprising me entirely by playing with my balls while her other skilled foot increased it's rhythmic speed against me even more.

Now one of her feet was gently poking, prodding, gently rubbing, and touching my balls, while the other foot was running up and down my hardened penis. It was almost like two skillful hands were molesting me under the table. I couldn't feel much a difference because her feet were so skillful and they felt so lovely in my lap, massaging my genitals through my pants. She may as well have had her hands all over me. I'd never met anyone that could move their feet as skillfully as this.

I'm toast.

I could feel myself losing the battle, giving in, being completely overpowered by her overly enthusiastic female attention underneath the table.

"O... K..." I stammered, exhaling loudly, letting go of everything as I erupted load after load against the sole of Clarissa's smooth silky foot as it squashed into me and grinded out as much semen as possible.

Clarissa's eyes looked into mine with utter delight, Milton and Myrtle just thought she was happy I agreed to let her give me a tour, unaware that the two of us had shared a much deeper moment. I could feel the shift in atmosphere as we both became aware of what was happening. She knew that I was giving in to her. Relentless, she didn't stop or slow her foot against me at all. I unloaded what felt like a pint of cum into my pants, feeling its warmth ooze down my leg. I had officially soiled my trousers.

Fuckkkk...

I was still wracked with pleasure, cumming in my pants as Clarissa's skillful feet handled me underneath the table.

"There it's settled. I tell you Mitch, it's great to have such a friendly guy as our new neighbor. I think you're going to like this place." said Milton sociably.

I looked up at Milton with a forced smile and a nod. I simply nodded again and again at any conversation, avoiding speaking as much as possible, laying my head low.

"This place would be perfect if not for those blasphemous teenagers down the hall. One of them was staring at my daughter in the elevator. That's the kind of thing I just won't tolerate. The moment I caught him doing it I grabbed him by the neck and started..." anger and frustration welled up in his voice to a more than surprising amount.

I had no idea Milton could actually get angry till this point. I couldn't believe how suddenly his face turned red. There was a fire in his eyes I hadn't seen before as described picking up some teenager to perform a violent act.

"AHEM!" Myrtle interrupted, "Milton. We have guests." gritted Myrtle through her teeth, as if covering up a secret.

I had suspected there was something weird about Milton, he was simply too nice. Apparently he had some kind of inner rage problem when it came to guys messing with his daughter, his pride and joy. That was duly noted. It only added to the discomfort of my current situation.

How am I going to get out of here without them noticing my mess?

Clarissa had been eating her food throughout all of this, multitasking with seemingly zero effort. I glanced over at her large chest in her pink belly shirt as my cock kept twitching in my pants. Clarissa bent her arms back behind her chest in a slow relaxed stretch, embellishing my view of her big double d chest. Eventually my cock stopped spitting and twitching, but that didn't make Clarissa remove her playful feet from me and they continued to fondle me while I deflated.

"Right, sorry honey. I just get... you know..." Milton apologized, starting to simmer down thanks to his wife.

"I know honey, it's okay." consoled Myrtle in full understanding.

You could tell she had dealt with this issue many times before.

"Well, on that note. I guess I'll start the dishes." said Milton excusing himself.

Clarissa's feet were rubbing my wetness through my pants playfully, my orgasm completely waned.

"So..." Myrtle began in her high pitched innocent voice, "What is it you do Mitch?"

"I own and run Harper's book store." I responded simply.

"Oh wow. Really? That new book store on Walnut avenue?" asked Myrtle, seemingly pleased to hear my upstanding occupation.

"Yeah, that's the one." I told her with a nod.

Trying to talk with them was difficult. All I could think about was the huge stain in my pants and what would happen if Milton saw it. Clarissa's feet finally left my lap and began to slowly descend down my legs until they reached my calves and then left me for good this time. I sighed a huge breath of relief and began thinking about only escape.

"Any new good books out I should know about?" Myrtle said lamely, obviously interested in books, but I wasn't interested in her conversation at all.

I had to get out of there and fast. I scanned the doorway for Milton and heard him doing dishes, that means he'd be to my right side when I got through the doorway. If I kept myself turned to the side, he wouldn't see my mess.

As I spoke with Myrtle, Clarissa was raising her brows at me and winking at me teasingly, as if mocking my situation while she finished her food.

Is she not at all concerned if I get caught?

I couldn't figure this woman out yet. She was definitely hiding what she had done to me, but didn't seem overly concerned in helping me out of my current plight. It was almost like she got joy from seeing me in a sticky situation.

That bitch, she's enjoying this.

Realizing it would be awkward, I executed the only plan I had while there was still a chance.

"Oh my god, I completely forgot about Cheryl." I said in fake despair with my best acting ability.

"Hrmmm? Who's Cheryl?" Asked Myrtle.

"My co-worker, she's going to be furious. I forgot to call her with the numbers. I've gotta run. Thanks for the dinner! It was so delicious!" I yelled pretending to be in a furious hurry.

I pushed back my chair and turned my ass towards Myrtle so she couldn't see my soiled pants as I moved to the doorway awkwardly, looking quite strange I'm sure. The moment I went through the doorway, I turned myself ninety degrees to the left, blocking Milton's sight from the front of my pants as I rushed through to the doorway.

"Thanks for the dinner Milton! Duty calls! Gotta run!" I yelled as I sprinted up to the doorway and began unbolting the deadbolt to open the door.

"What? Mitch?" He asked confusedly as I opened and shut the door behind me, sprinting down the hall and pulling out my keys to unlock my door.

You better be quick brother.

I wasn't about to let anyone come out and catch me with a giant stain between my legs. My hands were very intentional as I rummaged through my keys to open my own apartment door.

I tried to stuff my keys into the lock, but I dropped them in my anxiety. I picked them back up and dropped them again. I was sweating profusely, my hands shaking. I turned to look down the hall, paranoid Milton would come out to follow me and ask me questions. I managed to finally unlock my door. I dashed inside, closed, and locked the door behind me with a great sigh of relief.

**deep sigh**

I even sat down with my back to the door, just sitting there for a bit. I wanted to get cleaned up, but the release of getting back into my apartment without getting caught was a lot for me to drink in for the moment.

"That was close." I said under my breath, looking down at the big mess on my pants.

“Time to get cleaned up...” I nodded to myself, standing up and heading to the bathroom for a shower.