“Daphne?” You said as you gap openly at the older woman. It looks like her, kinda, she had the same long black hair, the same sleazy style of clothing, even the same small heart tattoo on her exposed shoulder. However, she looked nothing like she had the last time you’d seen here.
“Well I’m not Drew Barrymore, kid,” Daphne snorted as she waddled into the apartment. The sleek sexy porn star you remembered was now a three hundred pound cow in high heels. Her gorgeous face was round with multiple chins sticking out under her big, red lips. She was wearing a tank top, if you could call what she was doing wearing it. It reached the top of her huge, round belly, bouncing around below her tits. She had a nice set of firm looking C-cups last time you’d seen her but now they were closer to F-cups and much softer looking. Her protruding tits and belly looked like they were ready to tear her tank top apart. On your mom it looked kinda sexy, but on Daphne it looked like she just didn’t care what she was wearing. She was wearing a mini-dress that was way too mini, you could clearly see her thong barely covering her crotch between her thick, heavy thighs. The rest of her ranged from chubby to overly obese, it didn’t help that you could see her age as well as she had more stretch marks and wrinkles then you wanted to count. Your first time was going to be with this fat, old woman? Suddenly your fantasizes about your mom didn’t seem that sick.
“Hey small fry, have you lost some height since we last met?” Daphne asked in a deep, sultry voice as she moved closer, slamming the door behind her. She handed your mom a camera, obviously this was going to be an extremely under budget picture, with just Daphne doing her thing and your mom filming. Daphne moved close enough that her big breasts nearly touched your nose. Staring up at her unimpressed chubby face, she looked over to your mom. “You weren’t shitting me, the kids really shrinking. What’s he now? 5.3? 5.2?”
“Just about five feet, but he’s going to shrink even more soon.” You glance towards your mom, not liking that she was telling Daphne about your condition or how lightly she brought up that you’ll be shrinking even more. Grumbling something, Daphne placed her hands on her wide hips as she looked you over one last time. “Yeah, he’ll do. The guy paying for the video wanted me to use a short, thin guy and this kids will just have to do. Lets shoot a few test shots and I’ll see if he’ll pay upfront.”
You mom agrees without a second thought, turning on the camera as Daphne starts to pull down her skirt. It takes a few tugs but she gets it past her huge ass, which she has now turned towards you. She had a big gut and big breasts, but her ass put them both the shame. Huge pale buns that each looked as big as your chest, sticking out over a foot from Daphne’s body. You don’t know how she can even sit down on an ass so huge. Looking at it now, you hope you’re going to be doing this missionary style so you don’t have to touch this huge, slab of pasty flesh.
“If your done looking at my ass, lie down.” You look at her in disbelief, struggling to accept that this huge woman wants to be on top. She gives you an annoyed look, not seeming to enjoy what she was doing any more then you. Deciding you had gone this far already, you did as you were told. Pushing away the coffee table, you lie on the filthy floor, staring up at the ceiling. “So what do I do noAAAAAAAA!!!”
A loud gasp escapes you as Daphne sits down on your chest. Her soft ass flattens slightly against your frail body, covering everything from your crotch to your shoulders. You lift your head as the weight pins you to the floor, the sight greeting you the dirty front of Daphne’s panties. You can barely breath as all the weight on you makes your bones shudder. Your ability to speak is unavailable, as you need all the air you can get to keep from passing out. Daphne doesn’t move, she just sits on you, staring at your red, panting face with boredom.
“I don’t know why these Germans like this whole squishing thing, but they are willing to pay top dollar for this. You getting this all Cheri? Your boys comfortable but I don’t want to have to do the shot over.” Cheri nods, getting all of her son being a human cushion. She can tell he’s in pain, but she ignores her instinct to tell her friend to get up. They need the cash or her son was dead, it was as simple as thought. Besides, guys had pounded her to the point of getting bruises all the time. A little roughness in the bedroom never killed anyone.
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