You told your savior(?) your name, and before you knew it she had grabbed you and whisked you up to her face, her hypnotic eyes leaving you stunned into just staring back instead of trying to get away. “So, you’re looking for ‘help’, huh?” Her melodious giggles permeated the dressing room you both occupied, her eyes once again refocusing on you with an almost… predatory gleam, despite her dazzling smile. “I question the wisdom of ‘looking for help’ in a Victoria’s Secret changing room, but you’re in luck. I’m an art teacher at a nearby high school, so as far as semi-trustworthy people goes to take care of a… little guy like you, you got pretty lucky. And luckily for me, I was just thinking I was in need of some ‘help’ as well, so… it works out, doesn’t it?”
Although she kept a happy, composed facade, Lulu was actually doing flips for joy inside her head. Unbeknownst to you (and the reason she took seeing your tiny body in stride), she actually had previous experience with a tiny student of hers named Blaise a few years back… someone she always regretted letting slip through her fingers to live ‘happily’ ever after with one of his (many) friends of the girl persuasion. She had always said that in the unlikely event she was ever in a similar situation with a tiny, especially if she was attracted to said tiny (which she had to admit she very much was), that she wouldn’t pass up the opportunity ever again… And now here you were in her hand, attractive to her, and obviously attracted to her, if the 5 minutes staring at her titanic butt had anything to say about it. She never quite understood how someone at your size could STILL find an ass her size attractive, but she wasn’t going to deny the affection. In fact… she would insist on it.
You, on the other hand, were more than a bit scared. This titanic goddess of questionable age (she said she was an art teacher, but for the life of you she could have been in her late 20s, early 30s or beyond and you would have no idea, her beauty was so undeniable) was already talking about you ‘helping each other out’ in, if you weren’t misreading the situation, a quite seductive way, and you’d only known each other for a minute or two (not counting your time staring). Maybe it was a good idea to slow it down… “W-well Miss—“
“Lulu, Cutey Pie.”
“Well Lulu, I’m not sure how I could help you like this, but umm… I’m sure if we can get me to a hospital or something I would definitely owe you once I’m normal size…”
Lulu’s eyes twinkled mischievously, flashing you another of her winning smiles. “Oh now, I wouldn’t sell myself so… short, if I was you. Hahaha. To be completely honest, I think it’d be best if you just think about, well… being with me for quite some time. If I bring you to a hospital, you’re just going to become an experiment in some lab somewhere, and if they could do anything beyond that, I’m sure you would have heard about it. And I’m going to assume you don’t have many close friends or family that you could trust to take care of you since… well again, Victoria’s Secret changing room. So… what do you think about just staying with me for… an undisclosed amount of time?”
You opened your mouth to protest, but… suddenly you realized she wasn’t actually wrong about what she was saying. You really didn’t have any friends or family that you’d trust with something huge (or more accurately, small) like this, and any place meant to heal you would just as easily be a place to dissect you slowly. Sure, you couldn’t know for sure you could trust Lulu, but would it be so bad to be stuck with someone so attractive for a while?
“I… guess you’re right, Lulu. Thanks. I’ll umm… I guess I’ll stay with you as long as you’ll put up with me.”
Lulu’s near-predatory smile turned full carnivore for a split second, then eased back into an easy, disarming smile. “Oh you, in that case you’ll be with me for a looooong time. Maybe forever. Haha.” You took what she said as a joke, but part of you wasn’t so sure. “Anyway, since it’s decided you’ll be with me for some time to come, how about you helping me like I was talking about?”
“O-of course. But… what can someone my size help with?”
“There you go again. Don’t be so down on yourself. Trust me, you’ll be VERY helpful. I mean, you DID find me in a changing room… right before I was going to try some things on.” You gulped as you realized what she meant, causing another giggle to rumble from Lulu’s mouth before she set you down on the changing room bench. “Figure it out, did you? Like I said, you’ll be VERY helpful; your opinion on how these look on me, that is.” Lulu gestured to the other end of the bench, and for the first time you noticed a huge pile of various undergarments, all of which you were apparently going to see on this goddess of a woman… So much for slowing anything down.
In fact, things were speeding up if anything as Lulu nonchalantly pulled her clingy cream wool sweater over her head and tossed it in the corner, showing off easily D-sized breasts overfilling a red lace bra that was very distressed. You were so distracted by the overflowing boob flesh (her nipples tantalizingly JUST out of sight), that it took you a while to notice that her chest and slightly chubby midsection (with just more than a bit of muffin top/love handles pooching over her ludicrously tight jeans), where nearly drenched in beading sweat. And then you started to notice… as attractive as Lulu was, she had some strong BO going now that her sweater was off.
You did your best not to react to the sudden smell, but Lulu just took this as you staring once again. “Like what you see, Cutey Pie?”
Startled at being called out, you said the first thing that came to mind. “U-umm, yeah. You’re… pretty hot, huh?” You had to fight yourself not to facepalm as you realized you pretty much were calling out her sweatiness, but apparently Lulu took it a different way.
“Oooh, pretty bold, aren’t you? Calling a respected art teacher hot like that. And here I was thinking I’d gotten a bit smelly from all this sweat. Good to know I don’t have to worry about it with little ol’ you!”
You were a bit taken aback at your words getting lost in translation, but any worries quickly evaporated as Lulu turned her back to you as she undid her jeans and started the arduous process of pulling them down, an action that sent her ass and thighs jiggling every which way with reckless abandon. You had just enough time to notice the sweat soaked ‘whale tail’ of Lulu’s matching red thong before she started shimmying the jeans down… and released a few things one after the other. First, her humongous, perfectly spherical ass cheeks practically poured out from her jeans, expanding enormously now that they were free of their confines, jiggling like the maddest bowl of jello imaginable. You were witness to a veritable tidal wave of jiggly fat that somehow didn’t have even a lick of cellulite on them (although they DID have a few patches of bum acne). Second, the surging of her humongous cheeks easily jiggled and smacked enough to send a splattering of what could only be ass sweat all over the bench… and you. Third, the smell of her ass sweat hit you a split second after the splash did, but was immediately overpowered by pure ass. Even at this distance, the huge globes and crack radiated stink, completely filling the booth as thoroughly as if you just shoved your face in her crack at normal size. And finally… that smell somehow got worse as you heard a (relatively) soft hissing sound… which you quickly found out was her ripping a silent but deadly fart all over top of you as she bent down to push/pull the jeans completely off.
You were… understandably horrified. You were in so much shock and awe (but mostly shock), that all you could do is stand and stare, not even able to move your body enough to puke everywhere like your stomach was screaming at you to do. Needless to say, it took you a LONG time to notice that Lulu was once again staring at you… staring at her.
“Too much, little guy?”
It was WAY too much for you. All of it. But as you tried to catch your breath enough on pure ass air to tell her as such, you realized your predicament. This woman had just agreed to take care of you for the foreseeable future. Maybe even forever, if her ‘joke’ was taken seriously. What would happen if you were to tell this person she had a more smelly ass than you could ever even have nightmares about, and was so large you couldn’t even handle it at NORMAL size?! That… wouldn’t end well. So… you tried to do your best to give her SOME kind of compliment. “It’s umm… *Cough.* the most impressive thing I’ve ever seen.”
It was Lulu’s turn to be shocked now, though she hid it from you easily. Impressive? I KNOW I accidentally got ass sweat on him, and I couldn’t hold in that absolute stinker to save my life, and all he talks about is how impressive my ass looks? Well… I guess if he’s not calling me out on how sweaty I am and how bad this thing smells, I’m not going to complain! “Well, little guy… I’m glad you like it, because I have a feeling you two are going to get to know each other VERY well going forward.”
Choice 1: Lulu tries on all of the underwear and bras she brought in for you, going out of her way to ‘show off’ to you by bending and twisting in ‘tantalizing’ fashion (which means wafting more of her stench/sweat onto you and giving you close ups on her butt).
2: Lulu ups the stakes and wants to know how everything fits… with you tucked into them. For future reference/‘your’ comfort, of course.
3: Lulu is so turned on by your ‘admiration’ that she decides to make a move on you now… and that involves you getting VERY ‘deep’ knowledge of her ass crack.
4: Lulu decides to see how gross you’ll let her be around you, having more and more disgusting ‘accidents’ that you do your best to gloss over… which just makes her think you’re not bothered by any of it.
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