He walked down the quieter streets, looking for the alleyway he had been told to look. For his 'good time'. He had recently come of age, but his nervousness and awkwardness had meant he had always struggled to get close to anyone to become intimate with anyone. It had seemed like a reasonable idea to instead find a professional for his first time, not romantic by most peoples' reckoning, but that was not what he was looking for.
 Absent mindedly stroking the pocket with his wallet and ID, he turned down the alleyway that the directions he had been given led to him to. It was quiet at this time of day in the middle of the week, which he did not know if it was a good thing or not, no one seemed to be down here. Looking around the street to see if anyone else was there, he walked down himself, unsure what to do. Was there a signal he needed to make? A codeword, or knocking on a certain door or wall?
 There was the sudden shift of gravel behind him and he turned, shocked to see a woman of immense stature behind him. Not only bigger than him in height by perhaps a foot or so, but heavily curved and rotund too. Her bosom was barely contained in a cardigan, that also stretched over her belly, and her jeans seem to strain containing her thighs and ass. He looked up to meet her eyes and tried to stammer a greeting before she gently cut him off.
 "I'm assuming you're here looking for 'company'?" Her voice was warm and inviting.
 He nodded with a small smile and a blush to his face. She reached out with a hand.
 "Come on, you don't have to worry about introductions or the like for now, let's go back to my place and get acquainted the more fun way!"
 He took her offered hand and she led him further into the alley way. They turned many corners, left, left, right, left, right, to the point where he was not sure of how to even get back, until they came to the entrance to a small, unremarkable apartment building. The entrance hall was clean, if bare, and the elevator worked without issue, though somewhat sterile. Being in the close confines of the lift with her drove home how overpowering her physical presence was, though she still smiled at him warmly, her fingers rubbing his hand companionably.
 She led him to her home, which was vastly more lived in and inviting by comparison to the rest of the building, large soft furnishings, pillows and throws everywhere, colourful tapestries hung from the walls and soft warm lighting. The moment the door was closed, she pulled him close, wrapping her thick arms around him and kissing him wetly and deeply, a thick tongue exploring his mouth. He responded as best he could, trying to match the forcefulness of her tongue with his own, but it was hard not to just let himself sink into her.
 She pulled her lips away with a slightly concerned look, "I'm sorry, was that too much? Is this your first time with a larger-"
 He interjected bashfully, "Actually, to be totally honest, it's my first time...ever...with anyone."
 He felt himself flush with embarassment, but she smiled with those luscious lips, though an odd turn of her brow caught his curiousity.
 "That's not a problem is...?" He began to ask.
 She shook her head, "Of course it isn't! It just means I'll want to do things differently. Properly."
 At this, she led him to her bedroom, and sat him gently on the end of the huge bed before moving around the room, lighting strange scented candles that were arranged on counter tops, drawers and shelves. The room was soon filled with warm, relaxing scents that easily filled the nostrils, as she came back to him, bending and looming over him.
 "Do you know what you want?"
 He bit his lip as he met her eyes, her perfume filling his lungs, her sheer presence an overpowering psychic feeling surrounding him.
 "I-I...uh, honestly, I don't know what I want. Y-you call the shots," he stammered.
 She chuckled deeply, leaning over towards his ear and whispered, "Good boy, you just want to do what you're told, don't you? You'll be perfect for me..."
 A skilled and dextrous hand slid under the waistband of his trousers and she easily found him already becoming erect, which she easily helped him all the way to fully erect. His lips parted to gasp, which was all the invitation she needed to kiss him hard again. She leaned at him so hard, he fell backwards onto the bed, which she happily followed through on. The weight of her chest pinned him down as she kept kissing him, her hands pulling down his trousers and boxers underneath her bosom.
 "You taste lovely..." she crooned as she pulled her lips away again, before peeling her cardigan off, revealing her heaving, bare breasts.
 His cock hardened to attention as he saw them freed, which made her chuckle. She shoved his cock into her cleavage, easily swallowing up his shaft in warm soft flesh, before she pumped him with practised rhythm. He could feel his cock throbbing in nearly overwhelming pleasure.
 "You really are enjoyi-" she teased him before gasping.
 It had felt so good to him, that he had already started to pump cum between her tits. His face flushed with embarassment, looking down at her, watching a small stream leak out from her cleavage.
 "I-I'm sorry! I didn't know how good it wo-"
 She shook her head with an evil grin, "Such a messy boy, you better clean this all up!"
 Before he could understand the implication, she crawled up his body, her wobbling belly pressing heavily down on his torso, and dropped her bosom on top of his face. She pushed him deeper into her cleavage, coating his face in his own cum, his eyes barely peeking up from between them.
 "Well, lick it up..." she moaned, "Be a good boy and clean me up..."
 He hesitated...then slowly opened his mouth and started to lick up his mess, shuddering from the unfamiliar taste. She nodded approvingly as she felt his tongue licked across her skin, moaning happily.
 "Good boy, goooood boy," she complimented him.
 She adjusted the mass of her belly and wrapped her thick thighs around his hips, slowly sliding his still hardened cock into her hungry pussy, sitting her hips down on his lap. He couldn't help but moan in obedient lust as she began to ride him, feeling a second wind fill his crotch as she fucked him hard, still holding his head in her bosom. Her pussy was hot and wet, sliding up and down his cock hungrily, making him desperate to cum for her. He caressed and stroked her bosom and belly, his hands sinking into her warm soft flesh fat.
 "You want to serve me, don't you?" Her question was almost more of a statement and command. He nodded eagerly, his face almost entirely engulfed between her breasts.
 She groaned happily, "I thought so..."
 Slowly she freed him from between her boobs before lowering one of them directly onto his mouth, making him suck on it. He eagerly sucked harder and harder on it, making her groan. She pressed down on him, her breast spilling around his entire head, making it disappear under her bulk. The pounding rhythm of her hips sped up, more and more, the slapping sound of skin on skin ringing in the bedroom.
 She could feel his cock throbbing harder and harder, moaning in anticipation of a proper orgasm under her control. She sighed lustfully to how hungrily he sucked on her nipple, so eager and pliable. Harder and harder she pounded him until she felt him quiver and finally cum again, pumping her pussy full, sticky fluids leaking between them. She sat up fully and bounced unrelentingly on top of him, looking down upon him imperiously as she came as well, gyrating hard on top, so his hips were entirely soaked in her own juices.
 There was a pregnant pause in the room as the two of them panted hard, him more than her, as his mouth was finally freed from her flesh to breathe. Slowly, she dismounted him and lay next to him, slowly tracing her fingers up his body, as if admiring a trophy. Something he seemed more than willing to be.
 He raised her hand, almost like a school boy wanting to ask a question, the rush of endorphins and arousal washing all sense from his brain as his eyes manically fixated on her jiggling ass as she lay alongside him.
 "I-I think I know something specific I want now..." he looked back up at her.
 "Oh? Do tell?" She eyed him with intrigue.
 With unexpected clarity and desire, he stated, "I want you to smother me in your ass..."
 "Oh, do you really think you could handle me doing that, my sweet boy?" The question sounded teasingly mocking, but there was a hint of concern in her voice.
 His response was almost a whiny moan, "I-I don't care, I want to be your seat..."
 She paused for just a moment, then shoved him flat onto the bed firmly, then moved her huge bulk to kneel across his arms and shoulders. The sight of her immense ass from his angle intimidated him, but excited him. Her hands grabbed each ass cheek and pulled them apart and without ceremony, sat her full weight on him. His grunt of surprise was completely swallowed in her crack and she shuffled more to make sure his head was fully trapped inside, almost instantly suffocating him.
 Sure he was exactly where she wanted him, she wasted no time and one hand reached for his cum slick cock and another worked its way under her belly with difficulty, before reaching her pussy. Hands where she wanted them, she began to rub herself vigourously and pumping his cock. There was barely enough air for him to breathe, trapped and smothered as he was.
 Instinctively, he began to struggle and move beneath her, but that only seemed to arouse her more, feeling the young man completely under her, especially the way his cock was still hard in her hand. She moaned as she began to grind her full weight on him, slow at first, then faster and faster. She let out a satsified squeal very soon, and even in the sweaty vice between her thighs and ass cheeks, he could feel a new wave of her cum spread thickly across his chest. She seemed to savour the moment on top before seemingly to have decided something and sharply dismount him.
 He barely got a few moments to regain his breathe before she picked him up from his laid down position on the bed, half carrying him to the end of her bed and placing him down on his knees to face her. There was a strange look in her eyes as she looked down on him, a sort of hunger, as she licked her lips and then flipped each of her thick, jiggling and powerful legs over each of his shoulders. In front of him, her hairy pussy still glistened from both their juices and smelled just as strongly from them.
 "I don't know if I-..." he began, with panted breathe, before she grabbed him by the back of his head and shoved his face into her pussy. Hard.
 Before he could even struggle, her thighs wrapped around his head tightly, her calves crossed over each other behind his back, not letting him move an inch from her. He tried to pry her thighs apart, but she was far too strong for him. Her smile widened sadly as she felt him struggle in her grip, knowing what was to come for him. A sweet young man, but she needed a virgin for this ritual, and he was perfect for the role needing playing.
 Even as his brain became foggy from being smothered in her pussy, she began to rhythmically grind her crotch against his face, muttering words that few in the world could understand. A sudden flash erupted around her as all the candles in the room warped into varying colours and bathed the room in a kaleidoscope of light as her chanting became more intense and fevered. Trapped in her grip, he felt the wet lips of her pussy spread further and wider across his face, until with a wet slurp, he felt his entire head be swallowed up into her vagina.
 Slowly, she leaned forward, angling her hips down as she let her full weight press down upon the young man, never stopping chanting. The sounds of slapping flesh resounded under everything as he struggled beneath her, trying to push her back or her legs away, but it meant nothing. He felt more and more of his body be tightly constricted by the tight, wetness of her vagina as he was forced deeper into the pitch dark warmth inside her. It was a wet sound as his body was slicked up by her juices, her moans mixing with her chanting, drowning out the muffled sounds of his pleas to be let free.
 After squatting down till his waist was within her, she lay back on the bed and concentrated on pulling the rest of him inside. She looked over the swelling bump on her abdomen to the mirror on the opposite wall, watching how she slurped up his flailing legs which even know still kicked the bed in defiance. Soon enough she could feel the lips of her pussy close behind him and he was now totally hers.
 The chanting never stopped, echoing ominously between the walls of her bedroom, the shifting colours from the candles swirling wildly. She watched as the outline of her victim shifting and twisted inside her, making wet slick noise on top of flesh muted yells. Soon this slowly stopped too, her belly becoming rounder and softer. Her body pulsed and rolled, absorbing this person sized offering. She felt the winkles in her face soften, her flesh become firmer and her body even thicker and stronger.
 As the bulge that used to be him subsided, she caressed and patted where he used to be.
 "Thank you..."