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Mail Order Bride

By Red

"Headed out early today?" I looked up to find Jack standing at the door of my

cubicle as I was trying to get my desk cleaned up. "Uh, huh," I replied sort of

mechanically. Jack never seemed to get much done in the afternoon. Our

department secretary, Susan, is convinced he has some sort of personality

disorder. She came up with some fancy name for it, something like "Focus

Disorder" or… "Shit!" I mumbled to myself as I managed to break the corner off

of one of the diskettes in my haste to lock it up before I left. Frowning, I

inspected the plastic case and decided the thing would probably still work. "It

is today, isn't it?" I glanced back to my uninvited guest, expecting the

expression on my face to send him packing. He just stood there with that silly

know-it-all grin of his that told me he knew a lot more about my private life

than I wanted him to know. "Angel," he stated.

"Well, that's almost her name," I said icily. "It's Angela. You know Jack, I'd

love to stay and chat, but the plane arrives in just under 20 minutes now, she

doesn't speak English very well, and she's gonna be dead tired with about 18

hours of jet-lag."

"Don't let me hold you up, Bill." He strode off unperturbed, having suddenly

spotting easier prey down the hall.


I was only 15 minutes late but immediately started to panic thinking I must have

the wrong day. The gate area was completely empty -- or almost: A maintenance

guy was working on a torn awning above one of those pushcart candy stands.

Certainly nobody resembling the well-worn photograph I had of Angela could be

seen anywhere.

"Excuse me," I hazarded to the guy on the ladder. He turned so suddenly that I

thought he was going to fall off. And he was staring at me as though he had just

seen a ghost. "Sorry to bother you," I continued. "You don't remember seeing a

young woman wandering around here looking a bit lost, do you?" I offered him the

photo but a quick glance was enough.

"Yeah, she was here a bit ago -- probably in the can. You check there yet?"

There were heavy beads of perspiration on his face.

I didn't have to. Just then I felt a tap on my back as she found me.

"Bill..?" I turned to find a very tired-looking Angela puzzling over the photo

that I had sent her just last month.

You know what they say about first impressions. My first impression of Angela

was discovering the most beautiful smiling face I could imagine. Next, realizing

she was about a foot shorter than I was -- but I knew that already. Finally,

glancing down at her rumpled dress, I remember feeling a swelling in my groin as

I discovered she was a lot more buxom than her photos had suggested.

"Welcome to America, Angela." The first kiss was a growing, live thing that

spread to envelop both of us. The nearness of her warm body and the earthiness

of her travel perspiration made my body react more positively than I expected. I

knew I must have been showing a very bright red face to our curious audience of

one on the ladder. And I felt her fingers brush against my manhood as her tongue

played against mine -- only making me blush more as then I felt her pressing her

groin against mine. I began feeling very selfish as I felt her start shaking

from her accumulated fatigue.


By the time we arrived at to my condo, she was fast asleep, having succumbed to

the unusually warm, sticky August day. I found myself continually glancing over

to her sleeping form and smiling, sometimes with tears of joy welling up briefly

then disappearing down my own perspiration-drenched face. She didn't look very

comfortable leaning against the door the way she was. I couldn't keep my eyes

off her.

Something about the change of pitch in the engine caused her to stir as we left

the expressway and started down the street leading to my -- our -- place. Her

eyes were still glued shut, but I felt her hand on my arm and then my thigh

where it remained until I finally stopped before the garage and punched the

remote to open the door.

Automatic garage door openers make a very unique noise -- especially if you've

never heard one before. Angela awoke with a start and glanced nervously around

trying to locate the sound's source. She seemed absolutely delighted as she

watched the door rise as if by magic then turned to me and asked, "We home now?"

"Yes," I said as an uncertain smile filled my face as I gazed lovingly into her

eyes. "You're home now."

Angela was a real troubadour, but it was clear she desperately in need of sleep.

I didn't feel much slighted when she practically passed out on the couch almost

as soon as she sat down. Later I would learn that traveling the short distance

from her parent's house to the Bangkok airport had added almost four hours to

her journey. She managed a simple "I like it here -- everybody very nice and

very big. I am sorry to be so tired now. I wanted to love you so much first."

She had a wearied, but incredibly sexy expression on her face. "You need some

rest now." I helped her get comfortable on the couch -- it turned out to be one

of the coolest places in the house on a day like this -- and left her to run

some quick errands while she rested.


I opened the door as quietly as possible and peeked in. It didn't turn out to be

necessary -- Angela was dead to the world and sleeping peacefully despite the

stifling heat. I quietly shut the door and carried the groceries into the

kitchen where I was glad for once for that kitchen had a door and that it could

be shut -- even if I was always barking my chin on the damn thing in the middle

of the night.

As I began to unpack the two bags I realized I had no idea what she liked to

eat. Staring at the package of ground hamburger and my habitual box of Cheerios,

I wondered if it might not make more sense to go out for the evening. Then I

reminded myself forcefully that she would be in no position to want to go

anywhere tonight. Besides, everything worth the trouble would be closed by the

time she eventually came to, and I couldn't imagine she'd feel very special if

we ended up at an all night coffee shop somewhere. "I've been a bachelor too

long," I found myself saying.

She was 31. Not her age -- she was had just turned 23. No, she was the 31 st

woman I corresponded with over the last two years. I frowned a bit as I thought

about the unpleasant experience of trying to sell myself to an unknown woman in

another part of the world.

The bitter memory of my first wife came streaming back to remind me why. I had

enjoyed being married for the first few years -- someone to talk to and really

good sex at night -- she was… That should have been the tip-off, I suppose.

Annette later referred to me as "Amusing" in bed but nowhere near as good as the

multiple, secret lovers she'd maintained over that five-year period of our

marriage. That evening when we finally had it out, I had found her naked to the

waist, kneeling over a very well endowed teenager with his penis deeply rooted

in her throat. She hadn't even bothered to stop when I walked in. She seemed

determined somehow to put on a final show for me as her dumb, young stud

squirmed and as I just stood there, horrified, watching her head bobbing up and

down listening to both of them moaning, and to my marriage dissolving before my


I stopped myself, forcibly. "Let this be the one," I pleaded silently.


I had just stumbled on one of those Web pages that suddenly comes alive with

someone's idea of background music when I heard stirring behind me and turned to

find Angela staring quizzically at my computer. Or perhaps, at the gallery of

photos on the wall surrounding it -- most pictures and one drawing I made late

one evening -- of her.

"You made my picture," she stated. "Is that a television? I don't know that

show." She came closer and smiled warmly at my line drawing of her face. "It's

nice." Then her eyes found a picture of one of my favorite models -- a nude that

I stupidly forgot was even there, it being so much a part of my workspace. "Is

she your sister?" she said innocently.

"Uh, no. Just a girl," I said as I felt myself flushing.

"She's very sexy. I know why you like her looks. She is very big on top, isn't

she?" Again, she seemed to show no hint of surprise or embarrassment.

"Yes, very big," I said, feeling a little less uncomfortable then suddenly very

happy to have someone there to share my private place. "How do you feel? Did you

sleep well?"

"Yes, but I want to be clean now. Would you like to be clean, too?" she said

hopefully. "I can clean you. Then maybe you will fill me. I want that very much

for a long time now. I am big on top, too. Do you like that?" She unabashedly

palmed her breasts and squeezed them to demonstrate for me.

"That is one of the nicest invitations I think I have ever had," I said, feeling

more and more comfortable. "I like you to be big on top. And I want to fill you

very much, if you want." My English felt right, somehow just then.

She smiled very warmly and moved closer to offer me her hand. Then she escorted

it to her left breast and pressed it against the firm flesh. "You see, big. One

for each hand." She moved closer, making obvious just what she wanted me to do

with my other hand. "I want to taste you with my mouth. Do you like that?"

"How do you mean?" I wasn't quite sure what she was asking me, but I had my

metaphorical hopes up.

She motioned toward my belt and smiled. "I practice at good school. You be very

pleased. Then you can fill me."

"School?" I knew exactly what she was asking and I was all for it, but I had to

know, "You went to a school to…practice?"

"Oh, yes. It very important to satisfy future husband. Help keep him. Besides,

it taste good. I like eat people very much. Is that the right word?"

"Yes, I think so." I had to think about that one a bit. "Did your school teach

you how to satisfy women, too?" That just slipped out.

"Oh, yes. They are very important to me. Make me very happy. I want you to be

happy now, and I want you make me happy, too." How could I turn down an offer

like that?

Something about the thought of Angela performing cunninglingus on another women

or of that women doing the same for her did not seem threatening to me at all.

In fact, it had instantly triggered fantasies of ménage-à-trois encounters… One

part of my brain began to mentally tick through the few women I knew who might

like that sort of thing…

"Come with me," she said before I got any farther. "First we get clean, then we

make each other happy." I watched at she glanced back at my gallery and then

smiled at me with a twinkle in her eye. She did seem interested in that woman's

photo, after all.


There are nights and then there are nights. This one was gold star, with bells

and whip crème on top. Angela wasn't kidding about her school. She managed to

keep me up all night with variations on a theme. Ice and coffee? I have a new

respect for the world. First a sip of one then down you go, then the other,

then… God! Where was she all my life? Stuck on the other side of the world,

that's where. I'll never leave the house again at this rate…

She was very patient showing me just how to satisfy her as well. It felt a

little like going to school, but we both got what we desperately wanted and

needed. And her breasts really are quite large -- that kept my hands out of my



But of course, I did have to leave the house on Monday morning -- after a

physically draining weekend with my newfound lover and friend. Even with her

somewhat halting English, we shared a lot more than each other's bodies and had

the most wonderful few days. She holds an enormous of energy but she needed a

break from me, too, and a lot of sleep. Work was a lot better that day -- there

seemed to be a cloud lifting from my life just now.

By Wednesday, my co-workers seemed to be noticing a change in me. Susan even

said something. Then something about the way she was dressed that day, I don't

know, suggested that Angela and her might, well… like each other a lot. Susan is

rather large on top, too -- Angela seems to like that. And Susan is also rather

tall -- I'd like that, myself. What am you thinking, you devil?

That evening when I got back to the apartment, Angela seemed just a little odd

somehow. She apparently had been watching TV much of the day and yet… something

seemed just seemed odd. That's when I noticed the woman's shoe poking out from

under the edge of the couch -- a white woman's high-heal shoe at least three

sizes bigger than anything Angela could possibly wear.

"I bet you had a visitor today, didn't you?" I had to ask finally.

"Yes, this morning. There was a nice woman at the door. She was very pretty and

big. She was selling something but I not buy any. She was very good."

No mention of the shoe. I just had to ask. "Did you make her happy?"

"Yes, she liked me very much. I liked her very much." Nothing else.

"She left one of her shoes on the floor," I offered, motioning with my head

towards the edge of the couch.

"Yes, it fell off. I am very sorry, I should have not left it there."

All this fascinated me. Apparently, Angela had talked a sales woman into having

sex with her, something interrupted them, and the woman had left hurriedly,

leaving one of her shoes behind. Not an everyday occurrence, but… I had to know.

"Was she big on top?" I asked matter-of-factly.

Angela looked over at me and smiled pleasantly, nodding her head. Then

volunteered, "She was very good and very big like you say. I like her very much.

Maybe I will have another visitor tomorrow."

"I hope so, too." Then thinking back to my earlier train of thought, "One of my

friends at work would like to come to dinner one day this week. Would you like

to meet her? She is a very nice woman."

"I like America very much. Americans are all so big. Is she big, too?"

"Angela: here is a good new word for you. When a woman is large up here," I

motioned to her breasts, "we often call that woman buxom. Susan is very buxom."

"That is a good word, buxom. I am buxom, am I not?" she asked, not completely


"Yes, you are. Would you like to sit over here with me? Then I can check if you

are still buxom."

She giggled as she got up, then walked casually over and sat on my lap. In no

time I reported, "I would say you are very buxom tonight." In fact, she seemed

almost as if she was a little heavier than when she arrived -- hard to believe

after all our physical therapy all weekend -- but the proof was right there, in

my hand. I leaned down and slowly drew my tongue over her naked flesh and as I

did, began to caress her body. Strange, she did seem to be putting on weight.

"Are you happy with me, Angela?" I asked playfully.

"You are very sexy man and I like you very much. You are good to me. I want to

be bigger for you so you can play with me more. You like my buxom."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Well, each of these," I hefted her flesh, "each of

these is a breast. When you have large breasts, then you are buxom."

"Then, nice woman today have very large breasts. I liked her a lot. I eat her."

The innocently presented mental image was very exciting somehow. I licked her

other breast playfully and remarked, "I bet you did."

"But I forget her shoe," she continued. "I am very sorry. When Susan come I will

eat her and her shoes. Her big breasts will make me very happy and I will get

bigger for you. Her legs good, too. Lady today have very big legs and very big

sitting. I think that why I eat her before asking please. She not very happy I

eat her. But she was very good to me. Now I want eat Susan, but I ask please


You know when you hear something and are not quite sure if you are dreaming or

not. This conversation suddenly felt like that. Things just didn't jive here --

either Angela was absolutely off in another world tonight, or maybe her visitor

had showed up with some drugs or something. They use a lot of drugs in Thailand,

don't they?

Angela had been slowly stroking my thigh every since she sat down. Now,

something was beginning to come between us that demanded attention. The sight of

her beautiful naked breasts dancing before my face and the sure knowledge that

she was literally watering at the mouth to satisfy me was suddenly more that I

could contain. I'll worry about Angela's drug use later.

Later, after we spent the next few hours in the other room, I got up to tinkle

-- love that word -- takes a real man to say that and not be embarrassed --

anyway, I happened to glance down and noticed that the woman's shoe was gone.

Suddenly, I wondered if it was me that was stoned. Had to check: lifting the

edge of the upholstery I looked underneath. Nope, no shoe. For that matter,

there wasn't any buxom woman either. But there was something that looked

remarkably like a wallet and it wasn't mine -- this one had money in it.

"Bill…" I heard from the other room. She was still awake. She had more sexual

energy than any woman I'd ever met. It was becoming very addictive.

"Just a minute, I'll be right back." I made my way quickly to the bathroom and

stuffed the wallet up on top of the medicine cabinet. "It'll keep," I said with

my mind on more pressing matters -- ah, that felt good.


The next day, I had pretty much forgotten all the oddities of the evening. The

afterglow of Angela's "school" was still very much with me. Jack was being

particularly bothersome much of the afternoon -- as usual -- but for some reason

it didn't seem to bother me as much today. That had the strange effect and

unexpected effect of stopping Jack cold -- he was caught completely off-guard

when I seemed actually willing to talk with him. After a few minutes, he seemed

to panic and spent the rest of the day somewhere other than at the door of my


But Susan did stop by and confirmed our invitation for dinner. She seemed very

pleased by our offer. Even though I had worked with her for over two years now,

and I realized I really didn't know much about her at all. The sobriety of the

day caused me to question whether inviting her over was such a good thing after

all. I had a sudden impulse to announce we had some unexpected event turn up and

call the whole thing off, but that was as far as it got. Susan seemed literally

beaming at the thought of meeting my strange new Angela, and after all, who

could tell about Angela? I made a mental note to start checking out language

schools for her. While I personally found it endearing to have her communicating

as she does, it was important that she learn to get along properly on her own.

She could get in a lot of trouble, naïve as she is. I tried to imagine what sort

of a job Angela could hold and could but come up with one -- and that one

already had a dedicated customer. Nope, a language school it would be.

The agreement was that Susan would follow me in her car to our place. You know

-- I hardly ever see Susan except when she is seated behind her desk. Walking

out to the parking lot with her I was struck by how tall she really was. She was

very well dressed today -- heels, dark nylons and, sometime just before I last

saw her, she had changed into a much more formal dress that was, let us say,

very revealing and made her, well, bounce as she walked. I think she caught my

downward glance, but there was no reaction on her part. If events followed my

fantasies, Angela might find Susan tempting. This evening just might work out --

trois could be a lot more entertaining than deux, after all. I would mènage,


Since Angela had to date shown no interest in preparing meals, I had started a

roast before I left this morning. As we walked toward the door, the aroma

drifted from an open window -- it smelled good already. Angela must have heard

us drive up as she opened the door just before we arrived. She was wearing a

dress I hadn't seen before. It made her look even lovelier to me than usual. It

wasn't wasted on Susan either -- the electricity between the two women felt


Angela's fetching smile was already working its magic on Susan. This was the

first time I'd seen Angela use French cheek kissing -- but she was from a former

French colony, wasn't she? She glanced over Susan's shoulder and smiled warmly

at me. She nonchalantly patted Susan's rump as she ushered her into our living

room, and then I saw that Susan's hand hesitate, then reach around Angela and

give her a hug, pulling them chest to chest, or should I say head to chest. The

evening was getting off to a wonderful start.

But by the time I got inside the door, Angela was already way ahead of me. The

two of them were locked in a very passionate embrace, and, as I watched with

just a little bit of envy, Angela hands danced impatiently over Susan's body,

squeezing here, patting there. And Susan was responding as if they were old


Susan backed away finally, a bit flushed and turned to me briefly. Then she

walked deliberately over and planted a huge, sloppy kiss on my lips. My God!

Forget the roast, I wanted to watch Angela eat Susan.

Susan finally released me and I turned back to Angela. "Angela, this is my

friend Susan. Susan, this is Angela." I realized suddenly that Angela was doing

something, something that I didn't quite comprehend. Susan would never have

acted like this -- not in a million years, I thought. Yet here she was

practically ready to strip naked and let us have our way with her. What was

Angela doing? I wasn't complaining, mind you. Susan was as interesting at that

moment to me as any woman on Earth could be, and obviously Angela felt the same


Angela then said something that threw us all for a loop. "Would you like me to

make love to you now? I am very good and you will enjoy it very much." Just like

that. Then she turned to me and added, "Would you like to have her when I am

finished? I will help you if you like. She is very big, isn't she? She will be

very good for you, you'll see. I like big her breasts. She is buxom."

Susan seemed hypnotized -- I don't recall ever seeing her -- or anyone else for

that matter -- respond in such a matter-of-fact way. She had a big smile on her

face, but that seemed somehow -- the word "painted" comes to mind. She didn't

seem at all surprised or even concerned that Angela was now slowly and

deliberately undressing her before one of her co-workers. I watched in

fascination as Angela began removing Susan's shoes and then very carefully set

them aside like sacred things. I decided I wanted to join in but Angela gave me

a funny look that suggested that I should just watch, which is what I did. Hum,

nylons with real garters and beautiful white thighs.

Susan wasn't completely idle, either. She unexpectedly reached over to me and

grabbed my by my belt, pulling me closer to her. Then she looked up at me and

slowly licked her lips. "You're not going to get left out," she said in an

unexpectedly sultry voice as she began fumbling my zipper. Meanwhile, Angela was

gently but firmly working Susan out of all her clothing, fascinated when she got

to the brassiere to discover it could be "sprung" open from the front. Rather

dramatically, too -- the words "Industrial Strength" came to mind.

I shuddered suddenly as Susan's fingers closed around my penis, but not before

looking up at me with a serious looking expression on her face and saying,

"Don't look away. I want to watch your expression when I swallow this…" After

saying that, she had to chase him a little before sealing her mouth over the

crown. But her eyes never left mine as she began to lather her saliva over me

until she developed a musical rhythm.

Angela meanwhile was ravenously caressing Susan's chest and smothering her face

between two mountainous breasts either one of which was larger than Angela's

entire head, clearly fascinated by their size. I don't think I had ever seen her

this animated, even with me -- I felt a bit jealous watching her play.

I was wondering why I never thought to make a play for Susan just then. As it

turned out, I had, but indirectly. This was a lot better -- two for one. Susan

was doing an admirable job keeping me occupied. I happened to notice that

Susan's free hand was currently between her legs where Angela seemed to be

directing traffic with her own hand.

It was becoming increasingly difficult for me to keep my eyes open, what with

all that was happening below, and to follow the absorbing drama Angela was

acting out for us both. I glimpsed her licking and sucking several of Susan's

sticky fingers into her mouth just as my own moment arrived and I exploded

forcefully inside Susan's warm mouth. Then I had to pull away -- it was becoming

to sensitive and I wanted to save something for later…

Susan's hand let go of my ass as I stood shaking, my eyes closed trying to

garnish the last of my pleasure. I could hear Angela making increasingly loud

slurping sounds -- it sounded like she has finally settled down for the feast

between Susan's thighs…

"What the…" I stood aghast as I looked a bit in horror at the site before me.

Angela was indeed kneeling down over Susan with her tongue very busily exploring

Susan's body. But that wasn't what shocked me. She seemed to have grown! Her

entire body seemed to be expanding proportionally right before my very eyes!

The thing that struck me as incredible just then was that Susan didn't seem at

all perturbed by the development. In fact, she looked to be absolutely in

seventh heaven. There was a glassy regard in her eyes and she was guiding

Angela's now enormous head and even more enormous, wet tongue working between

her legs.

Whatever was happening to Angela had already caused her to expand by at least

double her size. Her body now almost filled that part of the living room. She

had never done that before, I was sure. I suddenly heard something fall and

looked over to see one of her feet had knocked over a chair.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I vowed to move closer and prove to myself that

this could really be happening. Then Angela raised her head up and glanced over

at me -- and at the pained look on my face.

"Bill…" Her voice was now at least an octave lower. She didn't seem to know how

to say what she wanted to say, but smiled nervously at me and went on, "You like

me big? You never see me big before. I want you like me now."

"How… do you do that?" was the only thing I could manage. This was really weird,

but I was no longer so much worried as somewhat concerned for her and Susan's

safety. Glancing at Susan, she now looked uneasy about the recent developments.

I could see tears welling up in Angela's eyes as she said, "You not like me like

this, do you? I just want to make you happy. Susan very good and very big. She

touch my strange. Make me feel hungry for her. I like her big buxom. She very

nice for me. You bring her home for dinner." Her hand was caressing Susan's

buttock. Something then, I don't know what, was causing Susan to now relax and

act as though she were completely at ease with all this. She no longer seemed to

be paying any attention to our strange conversation, for example.

"What were you thinking of doing with Susan, Angela?" Something told me I

already knew. There had been that white shoe…

She sounded sort of like a little girl now caught with her hand in an enormous

cookie jar as she said, "I want eat her. She fill me up, make me big so I can

love you good and make you happy. Give me big buxom."

One side of me was absolutely and completely horrified by what I was listening

to, yet the other side, that tiny corner of my mind that loves watching how a

horror flick does that same thing to me… "Yes, I did invite her to dinner. She

does look, ah… big, doesn't she? If you let me watch…" I realized that Godzilla

had really turned me on, too.

That really sexy smile suddenly appeared on Angela's face and her eyes lit up

with a sparkle. "OK," was all she said.

Then I heard what must have been her stomach growing as she turned back to


I was a bit distracted at work the next day -- to say the least. Visions of last

evening kept interfering with my train of thought. I had already, for instance,

managed to erase several hours of typing I had been laboring over most of the

afternoon. Luckily, one of the Techies wandered by and I snagged him -- who

would have guessed that my computer was clever enough to keep a backup like

that? Not ten minutes later I managed to dump my coffee all over the resulting

printout and had to redo that, too.

"Angela keeping you up all night?" That could only be Jack. Not now, I thought

to myself. How does he do it? I decided to pretend I hadn't heard him, but that

just encouraged him. "When you gonna bring her in and introduce her 'round?"

Maybe it was that mid-western drawl that bothered everyone about him. I knew he

wasn't stupid, just tactless -- only he didn't know it this time. I mustered a

smile and looked back at him. "She's a bit nervous around strangers. Her English

is still kinda rough." That even sounded lame to me.

"Ah, come on, quite hiding her away like an ogre. She's never going to learn to

talk good if you don't get her out more. It'll do your little gal good, you'll

see." Easy for him to say, I thought to myself.

"Let me talk with her about it." That seemed to satisfy him since, before I

could turn back to him, he had wandered off again.


She was waiting at the door when I drove up. She looked tired, but was smiling

that amazing smile of hers. "Bill, you are very cute," I heard her say as I came

the walk, "You are my favorite love."

I leaned forward and gave her a big kiss. "I love you, Angela, more that you can

ever imagine." As I shut the door, I noticed that she had tried to straighten up

the living room as best she could. There was still that chair to deal with

someday, but I didn't care -- in fact, I never really liked that chair much


"I not eat all today," she volunteered suddenly. I didn't know yet whether that

was good or bad.

"Are you hungry?" I asked trying to be as casual as possible about any possible


"No, not hungry. I want you be happy. You want we go somewhere and find food.

You want?" she had the most adorable expression on her face. I decided there was

nothing about her I couldn't accept. I suspected that there was nothing at all

she wouldn't do for me -- or me for her for that matter. We had made a good

couple so far.

"There's a nice Italian restaurant not far from here. Would you like to try

that?" That sounded safe enough.

"Yes, I like that. Maybe I try spaghetti. I want to cook you, too. I don't know

how to do it." She said agreeably.

There were several possible ways to read that, I noted, all of which pointed to

my next topic of conversation, "I think I found something you will like very

much. There's a nice school not too far from here can help you to learn English.

I think they can make you better and more pleased with yourself."

"You want to send me to school again?" she asked quizzically.

"This place is a nice school for people, like you. When new people come to

America, many of them want to learn English better. Your English is very pretty

to hear, but I think you will feel better if you know more." I was hoping that I

wasn't making her feel illiterate.

"You know, that is good idea to me," she replied, sounding like I had come up

with a cure for Cancer. "You are very good to me! Can I start now?"

Then out of the blue, she said, "I never want to go back to Thailand." That took

me be surprise. "I want to stay here with you."

"Don't you want to see any of your family?" I asked, trying to understand.

"No. They very mean to me." She wouldn't say any more after that and I didn't

bring up the topic again.


After we were seated in a private table well away from the rest of the clients,

I had a question to ask that, the answer of which might solve two problems at

once. I was watching Angela playing with her noodles a bit like a child, sucking

them in one or two at a time. She was getting the sauce all over her face and

smiling over at me all the while. I caught her briefly staring over at our

waitress and then pick up one of her meatballs and slowly sucked it into her

mouth. That lit me up a bit. Sneaking a peak over my shoulder, I had to agree

that the waitress did look rather pretty. But she definitely had all her assets

around her hips, so to speak. Angela glanced back over at me and smiled that "I

love America" smile again, and I took the opportunity to ask her my question.

Lowering my voice so as to not possibly be overheard, I asked her, "Do you like

to have men, like you had Susan, too?"

Her mouth just then was full, so she just shook her head yes. Then staring off

again toward the front of the restaurant, she finally said, "Men different. They

good but they fill me different. Sometimes need two. One not enough." She sucked

another meatball into her mouth. "Two."

Then something seemed to click and she looked at me and said, "Do you want man?

I not want to share you with man."

"No, actually I was thinking of a particular man that I'd like to introduce you

to. He is not very handsome, but he is fairly muscular. I bet you'd only need

one like him. I could invite him over one night if you like. He's been begging

me all week to meet you." Yes, he had, hadn't he?

"OK." She said, but her eyes were still fixed on our waitress. "Do you like her?

I think she looks like good friend." Angela had already decided. "She have

really pretty bottom. This good place to find new friends." Thank God I hadn't

taken her to the Food Faire at the mall.

Shortly, she got up then and looked around seeming a little lost. "Are you

looking for the woman's room?" I guessed. That, it turned out, was what she

wanted. As she walked away, I watched her pretty, petite form undulating

pleasantly with a sort of spring to her step, and the image of the previous

evening started glowed in neon lights in my head.

I had never witnessed anything quite like it. I was still ambiguous but felt I

was handling last night as well as I could. My Angela -- what sort of future

could I have with her, really. I mean, I can't just go around inviting friends

over for her to "like" like she does. A little too personal, if you get my

drift. I really love her -- which is at the heart of the problem. She is the

sweetest, most gentle person I've ever met in my entire life and she makes it

all too clear that she adores me. It's just that she has this craving for --

meeting people in a very special way. And it appears she can get whomever she

wants… Susan, for example.

I did have to admit I found it one of the most erotic scenarios I had ever

personally -- in the flesh -- witnessed. Angela even got me into the act, with

Susan herself encouraged me to straddle her doggy style as she lay half inside

Angela's gaping mouth. We both felt like willing and able volunteers. When

Angela was finally satisfied that I was satisfied, her lips began to close and

she just started slowly sucking Susan into her mouth headfirst. Then she spent

what seemed like hours plying her tongue over Susan's wriggling, sweating body

-- and mine too -- for that matter. Yes, she did concentrate quite a bit on

Susan's chest, and then worked her around so she could spend time exploring her

backside. It was easy to see in retrospect why Susan was squirming so -- it felt

better than just about anything that I, too, had ever experienced so far in my

life. Then later I, too, had found myself straddling that huge, warm tongue,

holding onto Susan's buttocks as I helped push her further inside.

I guess that is part of what's bothering me right now. Not the sex -- which was

great -- and not even Susan ending up deep inside Angela's belly like that. I

always liked Susan a lot and that she did turn out to be a really good, if

belated, lay, and that Angela had found her -- tasteful -- all that was no

longer a problem for me, I felt. No, but there were two things. First, I spent a

lot of time watching the lump that was Susan sliding down Angela's throat -- it

took quite a lot longer than I was prepared for. But I guess I wasn't at all

ready for the sight of Angela's pretty stomach suddenly expanding like that and

then taking on a life of its own -- all the while that those deep gurgling

sounds were coming from inside. I sensed that Angela didn't really like that

part much either, and that although she seemed to enjoy sharing all the rest,

that final process clearly bothered her, too.

Angela remained at her room-filling dimensions for about three more hours, and

she slept most of that time. I had to forcefully stop wondering what had become

of her "meal". I couldn't understand the physics of the thing -- how could she…

It was making my head hurt. I did make Angela promise that we not invite someone

I knew next time. I felt suddenly better having followed this through in my

head. I had decided I liked Angela's other voice, too, and that I was perfectly

willing to "help her guests in" like I did, especially if it included another

orgasmic ride on her tongue.

Afterwards, when I could finally get her talking about what it felt like, all

she could say was that it made her feel really warm and good and that her

"strange" stopped. I also asked her if she was the only one in her family like

that. "Yes," she had said, "she was the only one, but that she had once met

someone else like her when she was very young."


When Angela returned from the bathroom, she had evidently stopped to chat with

our waitress because she was certainly glowing. "She very nice. I think she like

come for visit someday. Is that OK?" Seemed perfectly fine by me, I thought,

trying to not act too pleased.

We spent the rest of the evening rather quietly, all things considered. Just the

two of us. I hinted once or twice that I'd like her to grow for me, but she

didn't seem to have the power to control herself like that. "No," she had said.

"Wait for friends to come, then I make you feel good like before." The night was

still good, mind you, she has extraordinary skills there. I decided I probably

didn't want to know all the details of just how she had developed them. Then I

remembered suddenly what she had said about her family. What a shitty life she

must have had back there.


Ah, Friday at last. I took a few hours off so I could take Angela to the

language school and get her registered. We met with a counselor that spent about

15 minutes interviewing Angela -- I wandered privately how it went, but both of

them returned looking perfectly normal to me. We had the most amazing luck in

that Angela's suggested course was starting up that very morning. She seemed

perfectly satisfied that I leave her there, so I paid the startup fees and

kissed her goodbye, then headed off to work.

When I got to my office, it looked like someone had rifled my desk. Almost

everything was out of order. I could even see that some of the cables to my

computer looked unplugged. Fuming, I headed down the hall where I bumped into

Jack who -- keeper of all the knowledge that he was -- asked me, "They tear up

your office, too? Ben says they're doing some kind of change to the network.

Everybody is pretty much offline right now. There's a bunch of us thinking of

going to see that new weird new movie that opened at the Rio -- wanna come?"

I felt relieved. Thinking back to the one time in my life when my house had been

burgled, I was glad that, for once, that I was just looking at nothing but

office mismanagement. Joining a group of Jack's friends, however, was altogether

another affair. "How many are going?" I tried to explore the unfolding, uh,


"Well, so far, its just Alex and me -- and you, if you want." He seemed to want

my company very much -- me with two of the social outcasts of the office.

Neither of them was remarkably unhandsome, it was just that both of them were

hopelessly incompetent in social situations -- especially if there were a woman

in the group.

"Tell you what," I said after a little thought. "I gotta pickup Angela in a few

hours, but we should have plenty of time for the flick. How 'bout we go in my

car and then I can introduce you both to her afterwards. I mentioned something

to her last night and she said she'd like to meet you. Alex shouldn't be any

problem. Couple of beers, what do you think?"

Somehow I was surprised to not see him run off when I suggested coming over to

the house, but he surprised me by saying, "Deal. I'll go get Alex." In

retrospect, maybe he should have run off.


Angela looked tired when I finally found her inside the school's snack room. She

was puzzling over a worksheet when I came in, but smiled when she looked up to

see me. "School hard." She stopped, thought a bit, then said, "The school is

hard. The teacher say that verbs are friends. I think he is funny."

As she stood up, I leaned over and kissed her, then helped her gather up her

study materials. "You're marvelous," was all I could say, smiling quietly to


We started down the hall out of the building and I leaned over and quietly

whispered in her ear, "I brought some friends with me."

She looked at me with a slightly puzzled expression on her face, then a smile

started to spread over her face. "More than one?" I swear I saw her lick her



She knew what that meant. "You want to watch? It is different. You like it,



Jack and Alex were standing underneath a tree in the parking lot near the car as

we walked up. Yet another of those too warm August days. I saw some clouds off

in the distance that looked to promise some relieve for tomorrow. They were both

sipping on the beer we picked up on the way over and both looking a bit uneasy

as we approached. Angela didn't seem at all uncomfortable in the unrelenting

heat, but I know I sure was. I would be more than grateful for the

air-conditioning. Opening the car door, I watched as the trapped, shimming heat

drifted slowly out -- it must have been at least 200 degrees inside -- no wonder

they had abandoned ship.

I could hear Angela trying to strike up a conversation with my friends. I caught

the word "happy" several times. By the time I got the car cooled down enough to

be tolerable, the three of them seemed to be getting along just fine. Somehow,

it was no surprise that all three of them sandwiched themselves in the back seat

with Angela in the middle. Glancing back into the rearview mirror I could see a

pleased look on her face. Both the boys seemed absolutely taken with Angela --

now why didn't that surprise me?

The three of them seemed completely oblivious to my presence. I saw Angela

leaned over to each of them in turn and gave them each a pert little kiss.

Studying both their faces in the mirror, I decided our guests were probably both

about her age -- something I had never thought to ask myself before.

It wasn't far to the house, but it seemed to take forever and my face was

covered in perspiration with the sun poring like it was. Everyone seemed to be

in slow motion today. Glancing up in the mirror, I saw Angela had loosened her

blouse making it almost impossible for her guests to not get an eyeful.

"Why won't these people move?" I cursed to myself under my breath. Then I saw

why. There was a stall just ahead. Luckily, I knew the area well enough to

detour around the problem and was soon pulling up into our driveway. I started

to open the garage door then stopped suddenly. No, not with that other car in


Alex was the one that looked to be the most aroused when they stepped out of the

car. Jack looked like he might be getting his hopes up a bit, too. And of

course, Angela wasn't doing anything to dissuade them.

As we opened the front door, I was relieved to discover that the house had

remained fairly cool, but it was still at least 80 degrees inside and the sun

wouldn't be setting for a couple of hours yet. No relief for the wicked, today,

it seemed.

"Can I get you something to drink? There's still beer, or I can make some ice

tea…" I wasn't sure if they heard me or not. They were too busy staring at

Angela as she undid the remaining buttons of her blouse. She seemed to be

favoring Alex at the moment with the best view. I decided to slip quietly into

the kitchen and close the door -- or almost. By the time I had opened myself one

of the remaining beers, I could see that Angela's fingers had found their way to

Alex's lap. I couldn't help feeling jealous if she was about to do what I

suspected she would. The beer did taste good, but it deserved to be a little


I'm still amazed that the two of them didn't find it odd that Angela was now

about a head taller than either of them. She had had to hastily shed her

remaining clothing to avoid destroying them, but the effect had not been wasted

on the guys. They were both standing now and struggling to get out of their

trousers. I would have never guessed Alex to be that well hung. Jack, on the

other hand… well, he was a big guy in all other respects -- I decided he must

have a membership in a gym somewhere to have developed a big, sweaty build like


I heard a noise and looked up to see that Angela had bumped her head on the

ceiling. She looked up then turned briefly toward me to see if I had been

watching. I saw the TV wobble briefly on its stand as she sat herself before

them and spread her legs invitingly, one on either side of the two. From here,

her vagina seemed absolutely huge and seemed to be taking on a life of its own

as she expanded. Alex was the one that Angela elected to take a closer look. He

was obviously a bit perplexed about just how to address the quivering mass

before him. It was then when the lips of her vagina just opened by themselves

and literally reached out to engulf his head, and I dropped my can of beer.

"This can"t be happening!" I remember saying to myself as I watched. I knew she

had a lot of control over herself, but this… He was simply being sucked

headfirst into her. In no time at all, just his legs remained visible.

Meanwhile, Jack hadn't had to lift a muscle -- Angela had done that for him,

raising him up between her now enormous breasts where he sat wondering which one

he wanted to address first. But he didn't have to make the decision at all.

Angela had just engulfed him in her flesh so that he looked for all the work

like a hotdog trapped between two fleshy buns. Then I saw her tongue come out

and start to lick his head, something like she had done once for me -- only in

my case it was something she had found between my legs.

But suddenly, my eyes returned to Alex. He seemed to be sliding out now, all on

his own! Then, just about when he would have fallen out, her vaginal lips just

sort of reached out and sucked him right back in again, complete with very

erotic sound effects. He had become a sort of unattended human dildo for her. He

didn't seem to mind what was happening as far as I could see. There seemed to be

an "air cycle" to the thing where she could open really wide for a second to

give him a chance to breath. Now I knew what Angela had meant when she said it

was different -- and I had just decided I wanted to try that, too. I'll be


Angela now had Jack almost entirely inside her mouth. With a sinking feeling, I

could see just what the problem was -- he was too big for her -- and that could

only lead to one possible result. Then I saw her using her fingers to rudely

force Jack's wriggling body all the way inside her mouth. There was a sickening

crunching sound as she starting chewing, slowly at first, then more forcefully.

Finally I saw her swallow then turn and look toward my hideaway with a glassy

look in her eyes as she licked her lips and, spotting me watching, flashed me an

enormously satisfied smile. That just struck me as grizzly! Surly Alex would

faire better.

I was suddenly panicked by my desire to take that wild ride between her legs,

and the thought of her forgetting who I was momentarily and then -- crunch! --

Desert time. But Alex didn't faire any better. She seemed to be feeding on her

lust now as she plucked Alex from her vagina and just stuffed him into her mouth

gleefully, with one of his legs still visible and began to crunch, severing his

bare leg, which she then dropped into her mouth before continuing. Did I bother

to say that she was staring at me the whole time she was doing this? I had a

sudden attack of the chills.

Then I saw her finger summons me forward -- I hoped for the best. Then almost as

soon as I pulled open the door, she reached over and picked me up, then set me

before her face on her chest.

"Men are too hard to swallow," she said with the same satisfied and threatening

smile on her face. She was still licking her enormous lips that definitely now

had a distinctively reddish tinge to them. "You want to try me? Other lips

working good now. It feels good for you and me. You see. I not eat you --

tonight." I'm sure she meant that as teasing, but it sure felt uncomfortable

just then.

Then she picked me up again and brought me down near those "other" pulsing lips

of hers that almost immediately grabbed me bodily and drew me inside. But she

was right -- it was incredibly wonderful -- something like swimming. I was

getting all covered with sticky goo, but it tasted really good, even if it

smelled a little rank. I decided to I liked this a lot. After sliding a few

times in and out, I concluded that this was the most unusual feeling I had ever

had experienced. Angela had convinced me -- I felt really safe all of a sudden.

Yes, of course -- back to the womb and all that, but no, that wasn't what I

felt. Angela was sharing the one of the most intimate parts of her body with me

in a way that perhaps no other human being in the world could possibly do.

Just about the time that I was becoming a little sore, I felt Angela sort of

spit me out into her hand. Then she raised me back up to her face and just

dropped me into her open mouth. I can't tell you how uncomfortable that felt for

an instant. But she had little more in mind than to clean me off with her

tongue. Then the lights came back on as she lifted me out onto her chest again.

"You taste good. Are you sure you don't want me eat you, little man?" she said

showing me a toothy smile. I think she could tell that she was making me

extremely uncomfortable. "Don't worry. I make joke. Women much better anyway for

you and for me." Something about the whole cycle of eating males seemed to be

making her a lot more aggressive in general. Maybe it was something to do with

the testosterone. Who knows? I decided I didn't want to introduce Angela to many

more male friends. Of course I equally had no idea how she might finish off a

woman when no was watching -- a little at a time, like grapes during a soap

opera? She could do all that on her own if she wanted as long as she kept away

from the mailman -- I like getting the mail.

Ben showed up to collect me just before the monthly company meeting. I had heard

recently that he came up with some really neat idea for the company, something

that would probably make the company a lot of money. But their balance sheets

weren't tallied in terms of "neats". I hoped for him that they at least let him

put his name on the patent application -- maybe in the margin somewhere?

These meetings seemed to go on forever, and the "show and tell" part made it

impossible to me to skip. I found myself thinking mostly of Angela while I

listened to my cohorts droning on about imagined deadlines and awarding little

company pens to individual employees.

Maybe we could dine in tonight. I suppose I could phone in a Pizza order -- you

know: I'd like a large Pepperoni Pizza and go extra heavy on the Pizza Girls?

No, that has a kind of Racer's Edge to it that bothered me (OK, I tried.)

Besides, Angela generally has something else in mind.

I heard that Ben's name mentioned and saw, for once, that the company might

really be going to do something nice for a change. We were even going to get a

little multimedia show -- that, it turned out, was just one of those things they

make for the Stock Holders meetings. Why do they bother with this sort of thing,

anyway? One of the VP's was now shaking Ben's hand and trying to explain the

little that he knew of Ben's hard work -- listening, even I knew more that he

did about it. What Shitheads: A 100 dollar bonus. I wanted to throwup. Did they

actually expect Ben to feel he got something out of the deal?


When I got home from work, Angela seemed really excited about something she had

seen on television. As I listened carefully to what she was trying to explain,

it became clear she was talking about one of those exercise programs. You know

-- the ones with thick disco beats and women stepping on and off of little

stools? Well, that was what she was apparently excited about.

"I want one," she kept repeating to me with an expression sort of like a little

girl. I thought it was the most endearing thing I had seen her come up with yet.

"Exactly what do you want?" I asked, "A stool?"

"I want to find one like that, on the TV," she repeated. Then, "Big woman like

that. She held her hands out to describe something I doubted could exist --


"Are you talking about a trying to find a fat girl?" That suddenly made sense.

"Um, yes," she said with glee. "This only in America. Big woman like that. Fat.

I want her. Where can we find one?"

"Uh," I thought a moment, "just about everywhere, I guess." This was weird.

She took my hand and started pulling me toward the door, "We go now?"

I laughed suddenly -- it was just too comical for words. "Are you sure you

wouldn't like to try to find somebody a little less…" But she cut me off.

"No, let's go. Maybe we find nice girl for you too. I like that too." She was

very insistent.


It's kind of hard to sneak up on the Mall -- there was little surprise left by

the time we were parked. She could see that this was a busy place, but I was

sure she was completely unprepared for the Food Faire. After a few minutes

standing in the main dining area, I could see that she was drooling. "Why you

not bring me here before now? I like this place." I had been joking when I had

said earlier that I was starving, but Angela apparently actually was. Then I

thought back to the last time she had -- ah -- dined. As far as I knew there

hadn't been anyone for well over a week…

She had disappeared from my sight for only a few minutes. Angela's first choice

turned out to be a young woman in her early twenties, monumentally buxom --

we're talking big buxom here -- trailing an enormous, perfectly shaped round

bottom. I still couldn't get over how easily it was for her to pick people up,

just like that. She introduced herself as Heather, and she was definitely a

candidate for Angela's TV show. She was licking a colossal ice cream cone, and

something about the way she was doing that changed my mind about the choice. I

had to laugh. Angela seemed puzzled, then leaned over and whispered, "She just

right." I suddenly had images of the three bears.

Then she left again, this time, true to her word, in about five minutes with a

late teens girl named Vicki, dressed in shorts and a halter-top. There was a

small flower tattooed just to the left of her belly button. She looked

ravishing. Vicki was sort of looking me over like a side of beef -- then she

looked up at me and something seemed to click, she leaned up and -- honest --

whispered in my ear, "You want to get lucky tonight?" I felt her firm breast

pressing against my arm.

Angela did have impeccable taste, I decided. As we were all got into the car to

go home I was genuinely afraid the springs in the car would break.


Angela unexpectedly left the room, returning moments later with… my can of

Whipped Creme. And here I thought you ate desert at the end of the meal. But

then she handed it to me with a twinkle in her eyes. This was her show tonight

-- she had some kind of script playing in her head.

Heather didn't seem at all perturbed as Vicki and I almost immediately attacked

each other. But the way Heather was looking at my cock, I wasn't sure I wanted

to let near her mouth -- I was afraid I might not get it back. I watched her

crunching what remained of the sugar cone all the while staring directly my


Vicki knew what she wanted. No hesitation there. She had produced that flagship

and she was now determined to sail it. She stood straddling me and pressed her

groin against my face briefly, undulating as I worked my tongue into her. Then I

watched her little tattoo slide past my face as she settled slowly over me and

began working my straining penis comfortably inside her. Vicki was definitely

not in a hurry, now. I was marveling at her perfect little breasts when I

remembered about that can Angela had set out for me. But Heather had already

thought of that, too, as I watched Vicki squirm as a big glop of whipping landed

on one of those breasts, followed almost immediately by Heather's open mouth. I

watched as she hungrily lapped up the sweet creme, then just suck Vicki's entire

little breast completely inside her mouth. Then Vicki surprised me by wresting

the can from Heather and spraying most of the rest of the can's contents all

over Heather's huge chest.

I swear Angela has some kind of invisibility shield. I didn't even notice that

she had grown until I glanced up and found her huge face staring down at us. She

had her legs stretched way back into our bedroom, and had herself propped up on

her elbows like a voyeur, watching Vicki and I, and now, especially Heather.

Vicki didn't get a chance to follow up with her handiwork currently dripping

from Heather's breasts all over my shoulders -- Angela did that for her. Nor did

she interrupt her slow, impassioned pumping over me when Angela's open mouth

descended over Heather down to her waist. When she raised back up, Heather was

clean as a whistle, but completely drenched in Angela's saliva. Vicki stared up

briefly at Angela then back at Heather, but I exploded just then bringing a

smile of satisfaction to my face -- and of conquest to Vicki's face. I swore

that some kind of counter had just ticked over in her head. And something now

told me that act two was just about to unfold.

Angela's face now proclaimed she wanted Heather -- all of her -- for herself. As

a huge drop of her saliva landed on Vicki's head, I realized with a sinking

feeling that this was going to become another one of those grizzly scenes,

something like with Jack, only, considering Heather's, ah, bulk, I knew it could

only be worse.

And it looked like we were going to get a ring side seat for the festivities as

Angela rolled over onto her back and I heard something break in the bedroom. I

felt like part of her dollhouse set as she hoisted both me and Vicki onto her

stomach. I guess she wanted something to watch while she… Heather plopped down

next to us just then. Suddenly I heard something scraping on the floor below and

saw that Angela had moved our couch so as to form a sort of pillow for her head.

Vicki watched all this with seemingly little interest as her hand slowly stroked

me, trying to coax a fresh life into me. But when she found that wasn't working

yet, I saw an expression

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