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Fucking Huge 3

Bolo had a history with Lauren at this Joey’s Sweets. He was staffed as the night shift guy at this particular store. Normally that would be boring, but this happened to be nearby where Lauren Smith lived. She would frequent the store for a late night snack, and he would treat her happily...to more than just food.

With the store empty, they would spend the wee hours feeding and fucking--Lauren happily being stuffed before some heated, sugar-fueled sex. 

But soon Bolo had to get himself one of those G-suits just so they could continue their escapades, thanks to Lauren’s ever fattening figure. 

Soon she had outgrown the first model too, and needed to upgrade to the larger, more powerful version he was using now.

Clad in the G-suit, he walked up to the enormous spread thighs of Lauren as she lay in the store, now so massive she was taking up much of the interior by herself. He remembered a time when he could take her on the store’s counter. Now, that same counter was crushed underneath her mammoth left breast, which was also knocking over some (emptied) food shelves.

She was grinning over at him as he approached, though she had a hard time seeing him past her own colossal boobs, even as she propped herself up on one arm a bit.

“Oooooh is that the new G-suit model? Looks like it can handle a girl like me~” she giggled, as she felt the suit begin to squeeze itself between her massive thighs. It was still absolutely dwarfed by her sheer enormity, but it was equipped with a disproportionately large phallus to ensure it satisfied Lauren.

“It...it should…” he said a bit unsurely, using the suit’s strong arms to heave her overfed gut to allow him access to her.

As he entered, she moaned and arched her back, her right boob smashing right through the roof. He began to thrust, and the entire store shook violently with Lauren’s weight as her tons of curvy blubber wobbled and quaked.

From his point of view, it was ridiculous. A strong, industrial-grade robot suit squashed between two giant thighs and struggling to push aside a fat belly. He could barely see her face, her own huge tits pressing against her cheeks in that position, but from what he could see (and hear) she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

She was, but she wanted more. As the store shook with her weight, she spied some unfinished pastries in the corner. Licking her lips, she reached out a fat wobbling arm and began to dump boxes of them into her mouth happily, eating even as she was being fucked.