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🕑 Added 2021-09-22 14:33:00 +0000 UTCI had officially gone further into the forest than I had ever been. I was usually pretty good at planning out everything ahead of time, but at this point in the heist, I was desperate to get as lost as possible. With hundreds of thousands of dollars over my shoulder, I wasn’t willing to get caught. In the brush behind me, I could hear foliage getting ruffled as the policemen tore through trying to catch me. Gunshots rang out, and I cringed in fear. I tried my best to keep low, but my feet betrayed me.
My right foot caught a tree trunk and I face planted forward. Luckily, I had the wherewithal to roll backwards, and I just so happened onto a small bit of overgrowth. At this point, I was getting winded, and these coppers were a speedy bunch. Perhaps a change of strategy was in the cards. Why couldn’t these be the donut eating variety!? I stayed low in the tall grass and watched the figures zoom past me, firing bullets into the air. And then… for some reason… they stopped. The figures paused and pointed, and I had to really strain my ears to try to catch anything.
“Can’t go… religious… own state… jurisdiction…” After a moment, they turned around and headed dangerously close to where I was hunkered down. I was convinced they didn’t see me, and also luckily, I was right. They walked right past me, saying “We’ll tell the captain we know where he is, so we can set up stations to keep an eye out on the perimeter.” Were they saying that there was a place up ahead that they couldn’t enter? Was I about to get away scott free? I let my head peak out above the brush. I could see a clearing in the trees up ahead. This gave me an idea.
When the coast was clear, I picked myself up and wandered forward, into the opening in the trees. Much to my surprise, I entered a small town, one that apparently was sucked into a time machine and sent back to the 1940’s. The houses were white washed and the streets were clean. There may have been a ten-square mile block of land here. How I had never heard of it before was beyond me. I cautiously continued walking through this town, and noted immediately how empty it felt. I looked at some of the houses, and although they were well maintained, they were all empty. All of the stores had a closed sign in the windows, and the parks were vacant. Just then I heard a faint chatter.
To my right, I could see a massive congregation of people outside of a church. They must all have been meeting up for church. Was it Sunday? Hmm, I couldn’t remember, it had been a crazy week. I continued towards them. They looked like nice people… maybe they would be kind to a crazy ole crook like me. Well… I guess the first step is to not tell them I’m a crook. Let’s try it that way first. Before I could get too close, the doors to the church opened, and the crowd started filtering in. That’s lucky, I was sure this way I could have just slipped in with the crowd, completely unnoticed.
I was now elbow to elbow with the crowd, and I instantly noticed they were decently well dressed. They must have taken this sort of thing seriously. The men were dressed in business suits, and the women were wearing dresses. The kids were similarly dressed. Walking in with the crowd, I saw a bench towards the back and immediately jumped on it. The rest of the patrons strolled to the front and it slowly started to fill in towards me. My hand rubbed the seat, and noticed there was an etch in the hardwood. Ellie. It read Ellie. That must have been someone’s name. The crowd filled all of the seats in the church, but I noticed everyone sitting far away from me in the back. There was room for at least three people to my left, but nobody took those seats. There were even people standing in the back that didn’t take the spots. This was bad. I didn’t want to be considered an outsider.
The sunlight on my back went cold all of a sudden, but I didn’t hear the door close. I turned to look at the entryway, and a monster of a woman stood before me, blocking the light. She was easily the largest woman I had ever seen. The doorway wasn’t tiny, but she covered most of it with her massive frame. She wore a skirt just like the other women, but her body was so much larger, she almost didn’t seem human. Her hips were so wide, they looked like they were big enough for three large people (I guess that explained the empty seats next to me), and her breasts were so large the people’s heads next to her looked miniscule. Her brown hair was long and bouncy as she walked into the church. Various people welcomed her, saying things like “I like your yellow dress” or “You are looking wonderful today!” She was very polite in her responses, and had a surprisingly high pitched voice. This must have been Ellie.
She approached my seat and looked down at me. I looked up at her, but all I could see were her large breasts, or at least the dress that held them. She turned around and sidled her way past to the spaces to my left. Her huge butt immediately slammed into my face. “I’m sorry, honey,” I heard her say. She slowly made her way over, and I could tell she wasn’t used to trying to get past people. Why didn’t I just move over? I guess I was just so awestruck I hadn’t considered it. I tried to push against her, but her ass was pinning me against the back of the bench. Eventually, she made it past me and sat down, the bench giving off an audible groan. She turned to me and looked down, her eyes meeting mine. “I’m so sorry sweetie… I hope I didn’t hurt you.” Just then, the sermon started, and she averted her gaze and payed attention. I looked forward to see a man in the front discussing… something. I was not particularly religious, so I had no idea what was going on. Something about a boat and animals. I tried my best to look interested and say “amen” when everyone else did. Towards what I assumed was the end of the sermon, he made one last request.
“We will end the sermon the same way we do every week,” he said, “by turning to our neighbor and giving them a hug. We are nothing if we are not together. Turn to your neighbor, and show them all how much we love each other.”
I turned to Ellie, who turned to me and pulled me into her breasts. My face was immediately engulfed with her cleavage, which was bountiful. I couldn’t believe just how big her breasts were. “My name is Ellie, what’s yours?” she asked.
I pulled my face out. “Charlie,” I responded. I wasn’t even lying. I should have lied, but I didn’t. Her big, strong arms still kept me trapped in place.
“Are you new to town? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
“Yeah, I just got here. I read about this church and I decided I had to look into it.” That was my lie. It made sense, I felt, and seemed to be less suspicious than anything else I could have said.
“That’s perfect!” she said. “Stay with me, at my house. I have a spare bedroom, I’m a great cook, and I love having company!” She looked so excited, and I didn’t want to make any enemies.
“Yeah, that sounds great,” I replied. Who knew where this would lead…
After the congregation, we walked to her house. It was a nice little 1000 square foot house with white picket fences and a neat lawn. She showed me around her house, starting with the small living room and then the small kitchen. Then she brought me to my room. “And here’s where you’ll be sleeping…” As the door opened to my bedroom, I noticed a severe lack of a bed. Kind of ties a bedroom together. “Oops… I completely forgot. I broke my last bed and I had to move this one into my room.” She paused for a bit. I looked around awkwardly. “Well, I guess you can just sleep in my bed… with me.”
“Uhh, well,” I tried to protest.
“Don’t worry, honey. Everything will be fine, and we’ll get you a bed soon enough.”
As night came, I climbed into bed. She found me some pajamas to wear, and I was ready to sleep. Ellie entered the room wearing a nightgown that hid only the essentials, leaving mountains of cleavage and most of her ass and thighs showing. I realized as she got closer and closer that she would easily take up the entire bed. She laid down next to me, and due to her weight, I rolled into her body. My face splattered onto her chest, but this time her hand held it in place. “I’m so sorry, baby boy,” she said, not pulling me out. I was finding it hard to get out of her breasts. “Maybe you can use me as your pillow. There’s not a whole lot of room on this bed.” She spent the rest of the night on her back, with me using her left breast as a pillow.
I woke up the next morning in a slightly different position. My body had migrated between her huge thighs, and her breast had broken out of her bra, my mouth sucking on her big nipple. My hands were on either side of breast, which was at least four times the size of my head, and her sloppy nipple was huge and rubbery. Her thighs were lightly wrapped around me, with our crotches positioned next to it. As soon as I realized what was going on, I looked up. Ellie appeared to still be asleep, though she was moaning softly. Her eyes suddenly opened. She seemed shocked for a moment, then switched to happiness. “Baby boy,” she said, now clutching my hair. She kissed me on the top of my head. “We can’t do it until we’re married…” Her legs squeezed me a little bit as she said that. She pulled me in close, her breast flesh completely surrounding my face. “You’re so little. I feel like you’re so much smaller than me, I might smother you under my body. But at the same time, you’re so cute I want you so bad. I want to breast feed you. I want to sit on you. I want to hold you. I want you. But we have to keep our relationship a secret, at least until we propose.”
