Chapter #6Mistaken Identity by: G-Writer   You were more than a little apprehensive as you stood on the stool all alone, the very well worn wood a bit... sticky, no doubt from constant spilt drinks and sweaty bottoms, both of which you would prefer didn’t join you any time soon. You tried to spot your date in the crowd between each pulsing flash of light, but didn’t have much luck... The thought of someone else spotting you made you a bit nervous, but the thought of someone NOT spotting you made you feel even more so.
“...thony? Anthony? Ish that yous?”
“Umm... Yes?” A voice suddenly called out to you through the crowd, and thinking it was someone you might know, you responded in the affirmative... Only to suddenly have someone you’d never met before push her way out of the crowd next to you.
The woman in question seemed to be more towards your mother’s age (late 30s or early 40s) than yours, and by the way she nearly spilled her drink as she stumbled over to your stool combined with her slurred speech, she appeared VERY drunk. Her shoulder-length, wavy hair was dyed black, but her dirty-blonde roots were clearly showing by more than a few inches. Her face was done up fairly well with makeup that matched her (mostly) tanned skin, but her dress wasn’t holding up as well. It seemed that she had bought it when she was younger, smaller, or both, and pale skin that obviously didn’t usually see the sun was spilling out everywhere. The woman was very pear-shaped, but even her relatively small breasts were doing their best to escape the top of her red strapless dress, the material clinging to every inch for dear life. She had softness to her mid-section, but her biggest features were her hips and thighs, with a bum that you could somehow see from the front. Her thighs were practically tree trunks, and every inch of them was showing in all their jiggly glory, and she was tall enough that to your embarrassment as she got closer you could see a flash of pink from the crotch of her panties as she towered over you.
“Anthony, it ISH you!!! I KNEW you’d comes for mesh! Why elsh would you be heres? Your shtupid shishter didn’t know what she was talking abouts! She didn’t undershtand how shpecial what we had was!!! Don’t worries, you’re coming with me, and we have a LOT of time to make up for!!!”
You tried to explain to this fat-bottomed woman that she obviously had the wrong Anthony, but her sweaty hand was covering your whole body before you knew it as she yanked you off the chair and abandoned her drink on the bar. To your dismay she exited the club much easier than she had walked towards you originally, but if her heavy petting and hugging as she went was any indication, she was still VERY intoxicated. No matter what you hollered, she just cooed/shushed over you or smothered you with her hand or against her body until you gave up as she took an Uber back to presumably her house.
You could only bemoan your fate and wish your date had gone better, or at least you hadn’t been mistakenly kidnapped by some love struck woman, but little did you know it was about to get a lot worse, because this woman and her Anthony had a VERY special “relationship” indeed (and he no doubt really HAD wanted to get away from her).
1. She has a fairly ‘tame’ kink; she’s VERY into cuddling. Unfortunately, with how drunk she usually is (especially since ‘you’ left her), she doesn’t ever take the size difference into account, nor how sweaty she is after clubbing.
2. She’s been wearing all of her shoes for ages, and she hasn’t been washing her feet in hopes she can win ‘you’ back with her especially “juicy” offerings...
3. She always thought her Anthony loved her giant ass. Unfortunately for both of them he just kind of put up with it. Even worse, when he shrank, she decided he must love EVERYTHING about her ass, especially that it was even bigger “for” him... Even as she started sitting on him every chance she got, no matter how raunchy her crack got, ESPECIALLY when she was gassy...
4. She’s extreme... Anthony spent most of his time in her toilet, and if he wasn’t there, she’d drop him off in public toilets and disable them so he’d “appreciate” her more...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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