Free Dreaming of Jizzy by Y. Falstaff Page B

time, and he immediately squeezed his two fingers together.
     
    Snap!
     
    There was a sudden pause then with the fiddling of the latch, and Rick eagerly waited, his prick now standing almost straight out in front of him, half-erect, and just waiting to be plunged into something hot and moist. With a giddy smile on his face, like a little boy sneaking candy when he wasn't supposed to, Rick then watched the door to the stall swing open. A heartbeat later and once the occupant of the stall stepped out, Rick's eyes bulged and his mouth instantly dropped wide open.
     
    “Oh! I... I was just thinking of you...” came her excited voice.
     
    Standing before him was not the saucy little piece of Ivy League ass he expected, but instead, to his horror, a four-foot five bowling ball of a woman, whose massive tits were individually larger than even his head.
     
    “Cathy?!” Rick blurted out in shock and terror, instantly trembling with fear.
     
    Like he had suddenly seen a ghost, Rick's mind just locked up, and he let go of his dick, his fingers shot out at odd angles, and he literally retreated several steps in abject revulsion.
     
    “What's wrong, baby? You never seen a real woman before?” Cathy seductively purred, as she ran either of her pudgy hands up and down her gravitationally-challenged body.
     
    “Holy mother of god...!” Rick breathed, his back finally hitting the wall of the restroom in his stumbling retreat.
     
    Reaching up and unbuttoning her jacket, Cathy didn't seem to be picking up on Rick's unabashed terror, but instead, she step towards him, like a stalking water buffalo about to charge. Throwing off her business jacket, Cathy then reached up and began unbuttoning her flowery blouse, one teasing button at a time, all the while with an I-want-to-fuck-you expression painted on her fat face.
     
    “No! No, hold on! I, uh, walked into the wrong restroom! This is a big mistake! Sorry...!” Rick riffled off, scrambling to shove his limp dick back into his slacks with his trembling hands.
     
    “Oh, it's no mistake, darling! I see the way you've been looking at me lately, and I got a special little something for you,” Cathy breathed, pulling her blouse all the way open in a snap.
     
    Underneath her flowery blouse, Cathy had a mammoth pale tummy, like an enormous boulder of lard, which hung far out over her belt-line, and she had a bra on that looked like it could house two zeppelin air ships. There was literally more fabric used in the construction of her epic bra, than he had in the makeup of his entire button-up shirt. As Rick cringed and shrunk back against the wall in horror, Cathy reached back and unclipped her enormous bra, and her two mammoth tits came falling out of her bra the next instant. Each of her tits were like two wide and long waterways, split by the massive mountain of her stomach, and each long boob fell off to either side of her body and was accentuated with what looked like a helicopter landing pad of a faded nipple. Instantly traumatized by the sight, Rick couldn't help but notice that her pale flesh was so riddled and lashed with countless stretchmarks that she looked like an obese albino tiger with stretchmark stripes.
     
    As Cathy then lifted either of her floppy breasts in hand, she eagerly stepped up towards Rick, who was melting against the wall with a terrified expression on his face. Desperate and with his mind literally locked on the abomination before him, Rick was initially too overcome with the absurdity of the entire situation to do anything at all but pitifully whine and cower away from her.
     
    The next second, Rick's entire head was suddenly enveloped in the soft, jiggly flesh of Cathy's enormous breasts, as she wrapped either one around his face and pulled him into her.
     
    “Oh, do the motor boat! Do the motor boat, baby! They're all yours!”
     
    Completely paralyzed with fear, Rick even managed to forget to breathe, and he found his chest suddenly feeling