Kyle smiled happily as he sat eating dinner across from his surprisingly wonderful blind date. When he had first been goaded into this endeavor, he had dreaded the woman who he would end up being "stuck" with, but... He couldn't have been happier once the date had started.
Across from him eating her own healthy portion of dinner was Corra, a woman of medium length, layered black hair that framed a beautiful, almost pixie-like face. As beautiful as her face was, her body followed suit in an extraordinary blue dress that fit her form like a glove, and what a form it was. Her DD+ breasts were hugged perfectly by her cups, an excessive (but not sluttily so) amount of sun-kissed cleavage presented to the world. In a bottom-heavy hourglass fashion, her womanly waist gave way to a monumental set of hips, her bum (which he had as of yet only gotten a glimpse of) no doubt enough to turn more than a few heads.
Kyle was actually feeling like she should be the one disappointed in HIM, his curly brown hair barely kept in check with some brushing/hair gel, his hand-me down grey suit looking like something he had stolen from a thrift shop compared to her dress, but... She seemed to be having just as good of a time as he was. Enough so that when the date was over and he had walked Corra to the door of her apartment building she had asked him up for some hot coffee. Kyle had blushed like an idiot, nodding like he had gone stupid with a grin to match as she showed him up to her apartment to... pour him some hot coffee.
Kyle wasn't sure what he had expected, this was the real world after all, not some video game with a secret mini-game or something... But he didn't mind when it all came down to it, because just the few extra minutes to talk to Corra made it worthwhile.
Halfway through the cup, however, no matter how much Kyle enjoyed the conversation, he couldn't concentrate on it. 3/4 of the way through, it was all he could do to keep his eyes open and nod, let alone understand anything Corra said. By the time he finished, well... He didn't.
Startling awake, Kyle felt like an absolute jerk. Who falls asleep DRINKING COFFEE with a date you're enjoying?! Disappointed horrendously with himself, he quickly stood up to apologize and began babbling incessantly that he would make it up to her, so busy with his mouth that it took him much longer than it should for his eyes to notice... How huge everything was around him.
His voice soon trailed off, his mind not able to comprehend what it eventually concluded could only be an absolutely giant bedroom. He had just noticed he was naked when his thoughts were soon cut into by a very loud laugh from behind him, causing him to turn around and realize first that it was more likely that he was small and the room wasn't big, but second that regardless Corra was now absolutely GIGANTIC compared to him. "Hehehe, finally awake, are we? Took you long enough, but I'm sure the wait'll be worth it."
Kyle tried to enjoy Corral winking seductively at him, but he was just too floored. What the hell had happened, and HOW the hell had it happened? "C-Corra, I-I..."
"Hehe, you're little voice is just to DIE for! But we only have so much time, so let's just cut to the chase, hmm? I slipped something into your drink to make you tiny, it IS possible, and we're going to have a little bit of fun in my bed! How's that all sound?"
Kyle opened his mouth to protest, ask for help, beg to be taken to the hospital, but apparently sensing this from him, Corra quickly moved to shut him up by standing in all of her glory to force him to notice she was now only in her underwear. A pink bra with just a bit of lacing did it's best to contend with her now even bigger melons, shifting and surging with each movement, while down below a matching pair of thong panties did their best to cover well... ANY of her lower body, only mildly succeeding. Needless to say, Kyle's mouth was open, but no sound was coming out.
"I take that as a 'good'. Hehe! Alrighty, well let's get started then!" Kyle wasn't sure what she meant, but he quickly found out it didn't matter what he thought as before he knew it Corra's breasts were surging towards him. He had just enough time to put his arms up pointlessly in defense before her breast fat was smothering him as Corra giggled like a schoolgirl. "How's that feel little one? Are big ol' Corra's breasts a little too much for you? Hope not!" Kyle wanted to tell her yes, but as she shimmied and squished her breasts against him into the mattress, he couldn't do much but get mouthfuls of boob flesh and hints of sweat.
By the time she was done, Kyle felt like a smear on Corra's mattress, but she just seemed to be having the time of her life as she smirked down at him. "Aaawww, you look like you're having a tough time... How about a little break? Can't say I wasn't nice to you!" Kyle had his doubts about how "nice" this would be, but he soon found out as Corra's fingers had yanked him up and her ruby lips were upon him. In the next instant, Kyle was subject to a blur of lipstick, giant tongue, and spittle. Corra's moans as she essentially gave him a full body french kiss rumbled through his body, and soon he was subject to what became the make-out session of a lifetime, so much so that Kyle actually found himself enjoying it despite it all. But it was not to last.
"Alrighty, breaks over! That should be more than enough to get you through the next part... Hopefully. Hehehe." Kyle would have been filled with dread, but he was too exhausted and covered in drool to really care, especially when she tossed him on the bed and he stuck to it spread eagle facing up at her.
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