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Violet Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2021-09-07 14:05:54 +0000 UTCViolet
My name is Violet Dixon. I just turned 18 and have lived on a ranch all my life. My parents didn’t trust the school system where I live (Alabama, can you blame them?), so I was home schooled, for better or worse. Another reason they may have withheld me from school is that I was an early bloomer, and I didn’t stop blooming for a long time, until recently, actually. My mother was an F cup, so I assumed most girls were fairly well endowed. I didn’t realize that I was actually a freak of nature. I was a bit thick, with a big butt and thick thighs, and a striking face with long brown hair. But nobody would notice any of that with my absolutely massive breasts. Each breast was about the size of an average adult head, maybe slightly bigger. I only weighed 140 pounds, and a lot of it was in boob weight.
Unfortunately, we had come on hard times, and my parents had the idea of converting part of the farmhouse into a bed and breakfast. The land is open and beautiful, so we expected a decent income from the prospect, I would just have to spread my help a little bit more. I didn’t mind, I had grown up in this hard working life, I was up for anything.
Our first guests were slated to arrive, it was a newlywed couple in their mid 20’s. I had cleaned up their room and made it all look nice. My mom was excited, running around the house like crazy. We heard a knock on the door.
“I got it!” My mom called. I kept sweeping up the hallway. I wanted it to be perfect. I could hear the couple enter, saying it was beautiful, which made me happy. I had cleaned up most of the house myself. I could hear them chatting a bit out there, when I heard my mom call for me.
I put down my broom and headed out. The man seemed kind, slender. His wife was tiny. I wasn’t used to seeing people very often, besides other farmers. She looked like she hadn’t worked a day, and her breasts were so… minuscule. She must have been an A cup. I had never seen breasts as small as hers. Of course, I wasn’t going to say anything. I just smiled and welcomed our guests.
“Welcome!” I said. The man’s eyes locked in on my chest and didn’t leave for at least two seconds. I was wearing a white shirt and a some overalls on top. My tanned breasts were peaking out of the top, and it was clear there was some insane mass packed within. “If there’s anything I can do for you guys, just let me know. I’ll be around if you need me.” I looked at the man, who looked kinder. I looked at the woman, who was scowling at me, which was weird. I didn’t think I did anything to offend her. I hope everything was okay.
Mike
My wife Kristen and I just got married. We have known each other for 5 years, and we are now on our way to a Southern retreat. We signed up for a bed and breakfast in Alabama, and I couldn’t be more excited. We were going to spend the next few weeks secluded on a beautiful ranch, riding horses and taking in the quiet.
I knocked on the door, and a woman opened it.
“Hello” the portly woman said. She must have been in her forties, but she looked younger than that, and she seemed, exceptionally busty. I had a thing for breasts, which was odd because Kristen had none. She was flat as a board. She was such a good person though, and we got along so well, and she was so beautiful, that I just looked past it.
“We are the Davidsons, we are here for the Honeymoon retreat?”
“Oh how exciting!” She said. “Come in, come in!”
We walked inside. It was a beautiful house, mostly white with classic style architecture. Coming from the city, I was used to more cookie cutter homes and smaller apartments, but this was gorgeous. I couldn’t wait to find some relaxation out here.
“This place is beautiful! I absolutely love it!” I said.
“Thank you! We are happy to have you! You’re going to love it out here. There is so much to do. We have horses, rivers, hunting, just about anything you could think of.”
“I love how green it is here,” said Kristen. She seemed to be taking to it as well.
“Let’s get you two settled in,” the woman said. “Violet, can you come down and help our guests please?” After a short pause, a girl came around the corner. She couldn’t have been over 20, but something stood out. She was wearing overalls and a tight white shirt, clinging for dear life to her immense breasts. My dick went stiff as a board. She made my wife look like a boy, her breasts were so large. How could a girl be this busty? It seemed impossible. They were stuffed tight in her shirt, which was exploding out of the overalls.
“Welcome!” She said. I just gazed at her breasts. All I wanted to do was dunk my head between them. “If there’s anything I can do for you guys, just let me know. I’ll be around if you need me,” she said. The only thing I need from her was 30 seconds.
We eventually made it to our rooms, and began to unpack. We were silent for a bit, when Kristen spoke up. “That girl’s breasts were… huge…”
“I hadn’t noticed,” I muttered. Well that was the lie of the century. That may have literally been all I noticed. I was still trying to shake my head free.
“How does a girl with that frame have breasts that big?” She pondered aloud. “I mean, I know my boobs are small, so it’s like, whatever, but I think each one was bigger than my head. Could you imagine having sex with a girl with breasts that size?” I didn’t say anything, and kept unpacking. The less we spoke about Violet, the better, I felt. “I would almost think they’re fake, they are so big and perky, but why would a farmer in the middle of nowhere get fake boobs? And huge fake boobs?”
Violet
I woke up the next morning early and went to the kitchen to help get breakfast ready. I hadn’t put on my overalls yet, so I just had my T shirt on. I had to wear fairly large shirts, but they were always tight around my chest, and they never covered my midriff entirely due to my breasts taking up so much real estate. This displayed my abs, which were present. Not overbearing, but I had a healthy lifestyle, so my stomach reflected that. I decided to throw on some jean shorts, which was my style if I wasn’t in overalls. My mother saw me come in, and her tone was noticeably worried.
“Good morning, Honey,” she sighed. “You are a heart attack waiting to happen.”
“Why is that?” I asked.
She looked down, clearly not wanting to upset me. “No reason… want to help me with these eggs?”
“Of course!” I said, instantly jumping in. Making breakfast with my mom was one of my favorite past times. We had always liked working together on projects and cooking, and we got along great. We heard our guests entering the dining room, which was perfect timing, as we were just finishing up.
“Can you get all of the plates ready, Violet? I’ll go greet and seat the guests.”
“You got it!” I said. I could hear her talking to the couple, everything sounded lovely. I got all of the plates set up, just to the specifications that they ordered them for this morning. I was so excited for them, I just knew they were going to love my mom’s cooking. I put the plates on a carrier and added some additional condiments. Finally, I was ready, my first time serving guests. I left the kitchen and entered the dining room.
“Good morning, you too!” I said. The man looked happy to see me. The wife… not so much. I bent down to place the plates down and start sharing the condiments. “How did you guys sleep last night?” The man could not take his eyes off of my breasts, which were resting on the table, my vast cleavage peaking out of my shirt.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” The wife yelled. I looked at her confused. “Ma’am, get out of here. I need to speak with your mother, now!” I made sure the table was set for them and hurried back to the kitchen, tears forming in my face. What had I done wrong? Was it something I said. I found my mom.
“Th-They want to speak with you.”
“What went wrong?”
“I don’t know!”
She gave me a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll take care of it. Just clean up a bit in here, okay?” I nodded and started washing the dishes.
Kristen
Mike and I headed down for breakfast. Our rest that night was good. We had sex last night, but he seemed distracted. Maybe it was the country air or the different setting, but I couldn’t help but consider he was thinking about Violet. Her breasts were enormous, and mine were tiny. I never knew him to be a boob guy (which is why he married me), but maybe he was secretly and never told me about it. Just thinking about this fertility goddess made me feel insecure, to the point where I was a bit on edge. I didn’t want it to ruin our honeymoon, and I didn’t want it to ruin what should otherwise be a perfect breakfast, so I kept it in and tried to forget about it.
The scents coming from the kitchen were amazing. Eggs, French toast, bacon, all of the classic staples could be smelled with a discerning whiff. I was starving, and I’m sure Mike was too. After all, we had worked up quite the appetite last night. We were sat down in the pleasant dining room, the morning sun shining through the windows, granting us a beautiful view of the hills and clouds. I could faintly hear the birds chirping. This should be great.
The mother was there to ask us if we needed anything. We had already submitted our breakfast orders and were waiting to be served. Mike and I were fine, so she started mentioning all of the fun things to do around the ranch. We could go bike riding, learn about cows, go on a hay ride. There was so much to do, I didn’t even know where to start. She told us our food should be out shortly, and left the room. Mike and I talked for a bit about what we should do first. I was leaning towards a hay ride, while he was interested in learning about horses. Luckily, we should have plenty of time for both.
“Good morning, you too!” Came a familiar sweet voice, one that made my skin crawl. I turned my head to see Violet enter with a tray of food. She placed the tray on the table and began setting up the condiments and passing out plates. As she did so, she revealed her wardrobe for the day: a tight white T shirt that displayed more cleavage than I could create if I asked all of my friends for a donation and ended so that you could see just enough of her toned belly, and short jean shorts, showing off her thick legs and incredible butt (which I never noticed before). I felt sick to my stomach. She was bent over between me and Mike, her immense breasts shaking and bouncing with every motion to prep the table before her. I shot a quick glance at Mike, who was certainly not staring at me, but directly at her chest, in a way he had never stared at me before. I was surprised I could even see Mike past these monsters that jutted out like a cliff in front of her. “How did you guys sleep last night?” She asked in her high pitched, sweet innocent tone. I lost it.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked, angrily. She gave me these dumb eyes like a deer caught in the headlights. Speaking of headlights, her boobs bounced like crazy, like they had a mind of their own. Mike looked at me nervously. “Ma’am, get out of here. I need to speak with your mother, now!” I was fuming. I can’t recall having been this angry or embarrassed in my life. She finished setting the table, turned quickly, nearly taking off my husband’s head in the process (which I doubt he would have minded), and stormed back to the kitchen.
We sat in silence for an hour long minute. The older woman came out. “I’m so sorry,” she said in an apologetic tone. “What happened?”
“I’ll tell you what happened,” I snapped. “That daughter of yours tried to seduce my husband. Look at what she is wearing, her breasts are way too big for her to be wearing shirts like that. My damn husband is practically drooling over here and we’re on our honeymoon. That’s what happened. We can’t stay here as long as this crap is going on. It’s not Hooters, or at least that’s not what we paid for.”
The woman paused in silence. She looked sad, and after that outburst, I couldn’t blame her. This was her daughter we were talking about. “I understand. Let me have a talk with her, I’ll pull her off duty and get her back out to the farm. I’m so sorry this happened. Please, we will try to make it up to you, I promise.” She turned and left. Mike gave me a sad look, I just glared back.
Violet
My mother hadn’t returned to the kitchen for a few hours. I wondered what might be taking her so long. How much damage had I caused… and how had I caused it? Also, how much cleaner could this kitchen get?
Finally, she returned, a grim look on her face. “Violet, come her darling.” I gave her a hug.
“Is everything going to be alright?”
“Oh everything’s fine, sweetie,” she said. “I’ve been meaning to do this for a long time, but I just was never ready is all. We need you to go to school. You need to graduate high school and go to college. Working here, being on the farm, it’s just not a good fit for you.”
“But mom, I love it here! I don’t want to go.”
“You have to sweetie, this life is meant for people like me and your father, you are meant for much bigger things. You need to see the world. You’re never gonna get that experience here. I made some phone calls. We have a friend out in the city. He can give you housing for this school year. The school has agreed to take you on. He’s got a son about your age with a car, he can take you to school every day. I need you to find yourself out there. Can you do that for me?”
I was crying. I wasn’t expecting this at all. My life was undergoing a complete 180, right before my eyes. But I nodded.
“That’s a good girl,” she said. “Also, you may want to get some men’s t shirts.”
