By: thatguy22
PROLOGUE
In this world, gargantuan women are commonplace. Born with the genetic predisposition to grow well beyond average size, these women towered over their normal counterparts. Their height was but one aspect that set them apart, typically ranging between 7" (214 cm) to nearly 10 feet tall (300cm). To go with their unfathomable height these women carried goddess-like, hourglass figures, with weights ranging from 350 to 700+ lbs. Almost always having massive thighs, hips, and butts, these women were the epitome of fertility and abundance. While still a significant minority of the world's population, there were enough Big Women to warrant specialized stores, bathrooms, and even schools.
Enter Martin Fraser, a red-headed, steel blue-eyed, diminutive high school senior who is the exact opposite of these earthly goddesses. Standing at 4’9” (145cm) and 75 lbs., Martin had drawn the shortest straw in the genetic lottery. The only male among his set of triplets, many theorized that Martin's Big Women sisters, Martha and Meredith, had stolen all his physical size while they were in the womb together. Each sister stood at 7’3” and weighed roughly the same 450 lbs. and sported the same signature red hair and blue eyes as their smaller male sibling. While Martha was the bustier of the two, Meredith won in the butt department.
Despite their physiological differences, like many multiple-birth-siblings, they had an inseparable almost psychic social bond. Always together, supportive and protective of one another, the siblings cherished each other to no end. Early in their childhoods before puberty activated their Big Women development, Martin often defended his sisters from mean boys and scary stray animals. He was their hero and they were his princesses.
Martha and Meredith, having the genetic markers for Big status were afforded opportunities to attend exclusive Big Women academies. They would refuse attendance if it meant separating from their brother. However, these sisters were in such demand because of their anticipated physical prowess that schools were willing to make an exception for Martin's admission. Thus, middle school began Martin's academic career as the only male in all Big Girls’ schools.
As an average student and being an out-of-place male, many of the female students resented Martin's very presence. Except for the gender ratio, the early months of middle school did not feel very different from a non-specialized school. However, as girls began to hit puberty, their big genetics began to manifest, rapidly outgrowing Martin and creating an even starker contrast between himself and his classmates.
However, as different as Martin was from the student body, his sisters stood out just the same in other ways. Meredith and Martha turned out to be brilliant academics. They almost always ranked 1 and 2 in test scores, and even advanced a grade early. Additionally, they were even more athletically gifted than anticipated, dominating whichever sport they chose to play. This brought jealousy and resentment from their classmates and even some teachers.
By their senior year, nearly every record for every sport they chose to play was under their names. These two sisters were the pride and joy of their school., Gertrude Anne Shaw (Gargantuan) Academy, while their lower achieving brother lovingly cheered them on every step of the way.
Despite the animosity from the female student body toward these triplets, no one was ever able to act upon it. Martin was untouchable because his sisters served as an iron wall defense, and attempting to cross them brought assured destruction. The sisters' status to the school’s administration and their own physical superiority deterred any direct attack on them.
That spring, the graduation ceremony was a sight to behold. The school rolled out the red carpet to send off its most prolific and accomplished students, Meredith and Martha. Despite them graduating a year earlier than him, Martin couldn't be prouder. He cried like a baby as his sisters gave a joint valedictorian speech, humorously finishing each other's sentences as they inspired their classmates with hope of the future.
After the ceremony classmates and teachers came to congratulate and pay their respects to the departing sisters. Martin proudly watched as teachers, friendly classmates, and even rival classmates greeted his sister and wished them luck. But Martin couldn't shake a sense of foreboding, as numerous classmates, particularly the ones not graduating, and even several teachers' smiles immediately fell when they turned to look at him. It was as though they were putting on a deferential face when dealing with his sisters but dropped their masks to reveal to him their true feelings. Ignorant to the sources of this animosity, goosebumps rose on the back of Martin's neck as for the first time in his life he would have to face school without his sisters by his side.
That summer Martin, Martha, and Meredith spent almost all their free time together, knowing that this might be their last time ever doing so before they fully embraced adulthood. In July, they celebrated their 18th birthdays, hosting what turned out to be the biggest party of the summer. Big Girls from their last 7 years of schooling all came to dance, laugh, eat and have a good time.
By now, Martin was more than used to being one of a handful of guys in the space. As such, he was unusually confident and comfortable around women and girls. Despite his unremarkable academic and athletic prowess, Martin was a proper social butterfly. Charming and funny, Martin always found a way to ease tensions and make others feel comfortable. This was another reason he and his sisters were quietly hated.
With him often being the only accessible male for his female big girl classmates, despite his size or maybe because of it, Martin had become the object and subject of many teen girls' hormone driven fantasies. However, thanks to the deterrent of his sisters, those girls never got a chance to act on their impulses. For years, unbeknownst to him, Martin's classmates were lusting to use that him to satisfy their sexual urges; to take that little mouth of his, with his million-dollar smile, and shove it between their legs and butt cheeks.
“Happy birthday, Marty!!!” While getting a glass of punch, Martin was scooped up by his sisters and forced to drape his arms over each of their shoulders while they held him up and kissed his cheeks.
“Aww, happy birthday to you Mart, Red,” Martin replied to his sisters with their nicknames, reciprocating pecks on their cheeks. Martin was several feet off the floor at this point and his entire torso was squished between his siblings' breasts while his legs dangled free below. This was neither an uncommon nor uncomfortable position for Martin. They were big and he was small, and that's just the way it was. They all stopped feeling awkward about it long ago, even though they could still sense judgmental eyes on them whenever they showed affection to one another.
“You know, we all have red hair. Why does Meredith get that nickname, and I get a convenience store,” Martha complained while pouting.
With his signature dry wit, Martin replied, “As smart as you are Mart, have you not noticed, I'm not that creative? 'Red' is literally in the middle of her name. And as far as 'mart' goes, it's not my fault you resemble a 7-Eleven.” He shrugged.
“Grrrrrr!” This prompted one of their classic triplets, three-way slap fights, eventually causing them to tumble onto a nearby empty couch. They each laughed as they came to a rest, presenting the comical sight of two massive women flanking a very small guy.
“I'm going to miss you two so much,” Martin shared, his voice beginning to crack. The sisters echoed his sentiment. The three simply sat quietly and closely to one another for a few minutes gently moving to the music pounding in the background, like they were back in the womb together.
“Triple M!” A mature male voice rang out. “Come on, it's time to cut the cake!”
“““Coming, dad!””” The triplets replied in unison, breaking out in laughter at their clichéd response.
After a rousing rendition of “Happy birthday,” the triplets each were handed a size appropriate slice for the sibling next to them. Forming a triangle they each took their respective slices and prepared to feed it to the sibling to their left. As expected, and as though they shared a mind, each turned to the siblings to their right and shoved the cake in their faces. This meant Martin got a much bigger slice to his face than was intended, but they all laughed as their bonds continued to shine through.
Wiping most of the cake off his face, Martin made his way to the bathroom to clean off the rest. Turning the corner, Martin collided with a soft wall of flesh. As he stumbled backward from the impact, a strong hand grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in close, preventing injury from falling. Martin's eyes traced up the arm to see the large bust and then face of his school’s human biological sciences teacher, Ms. Owens.
In her mid-forties, Ms. Owens, like all the students and faculty, was also a Big Woman. Standing 6'10” and around 425 lbs., she often dressed conservatively, but her blouses and full-length skirts did little to hide her curvy figure, boasting like one of the largest asses in the school. Martin was surprised to see a gentle smile and warm expression through her glasses-covered silver eyes. She usually always looked so serious and stern, like a stereotypical disciplinarian. Today instead of in a bun, her straight raven hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her sharp face.
“Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Owens. I didn't see you.” Martin blurted out.
“Martin, I think I'm kind of hard to miss,” she replied with an unfamiliar friendly tone, as she released his shirt and waved both hands over her body.
“Heh, I guess you're right,” he replied sheepishly. “Oh, the cake’s being served, if you want some.”
She leaned down to Martin, prompting him to take a step back and extended her hand his cheek, swiping up a glob frosting onto her index finger. Still leaning forward, her prominent beasts swaying toward the ground, she sucked the frosting from her finger while holding Eye contact with Martin.
“Wha—” he muttered.
“Mmm. Sweet. I can't wait to taste more,” she commented seductively before raising up and briskly walking away, heel clicks fading as she went.
Ten seconds went by before Martin remembered to breathe. “The hell was that?!” He whispered to himself.
The remainder of the summer came and went. It was finally time for Martha and Meredith to depart for university. The triplets cried for practically the entire drive, the two big women taking turns holding onto their smaller brother. Once they arrived on campus the waterworks shut off and they swiftly moved their possessions into the space.
When it was time, the triplets embraced for the last time, adopting their signature “floating Martin sandwich.” Onlookers unfamiliar with both Big Women and multiple-birth-sibling dynamics stared at them with awe, confusion, and judgment. Not wanting to forget this moment the three took a commemorative photo, leaving the two Big Women to start their collegiate journey, while their brother returned to finish high school.
On the road home, Martin sat in the back seat sniffling. This was a new experience, being well and truly separated from his sisters. He wondered if they were managing as poorly as he was.
Ding.
Martin checked his phone to see his sisters’ post to the school chat. It was the group photo they had just taken before departing. Martin held his phone to his chest. With a newfound sense of determination, he decided that he would be alright. His sisters would be alright, and he would work hard to catch up with them.
Ding! Ding! Di-Di-Ding! Ding!
“What the hell…” Martinmuttered to himself. His alerts were blowing up. Muting his phone, he opened his messenger app. Dozens of alerts from unknown accounts filled his inbox.
He opened the first.
A photo of a toilet with the caption “this you?”
Opening another.
A picture of huge panties with a caption “your new home.”
Another.
A photo of an office chair with a caption “your face goes here.”
Wait a second, Martin thought. He recognized that chair. Is that bio class?
Another.
A nude butt captioned, “hungry?”
Another.
A trimmed vagina with the caption “time to find out what that mouth do.”
Martin's world was spinning as his heart was pounding in his chest. His face went pale as the chimes kept coming. All the messages were innuendo or explicit sexual images. Were these from his classmates? In the last three years, he’d not suspected even an inkling of interest from his them. Was this because his sisters had moved on?
Scrolling through dozens of messages, all with photo previews, he finally stopped on the one with just text.
Reading it, Martin began to tremble.
“Your guardians are gone. Don't seek help. Don't seek them. You'll only make it worse. We've been so long waiting for this. See you Monday, lover boy. 😘”
Another message came from the same sender. It was a video. Hesitantly, Martin pressed play.
A nude big woman with golden blonde hair and teal lowlights was standing above the camera. She spread her cheeks and began to sit. Her moist vaginal lips spread slightly as she began to squat, accompanied by the sound of a soft wet opening. Ass careening towards the camera, her brown-tinted rosebud came into focus just before the screen went black on impact.
Martin closed the app and tossed his phone at the sight, panting. That was Paige Wallace… Martin knew that hair anywhere. She was the Student Council President. Outside of his sisters, she was the most influential, powerful girl at school. Even teachers wouldn’t cross her. Martin was trembling, his heart pounding as though it was trying to escape his chest. Perspiration formed on his cheeks and neck. His breathing was shallow. For the first time in his life, Martin would be alone and that meant he was in danger.
CHAPTER 1
Martin's eyes shot open. Beads of sweat trickled down his temple as the moonlight shined through his bedroom blinds. Rolling over, he checked the clock. 3:42am. “Fuuuuck,” he groaned. For the third night in a row, he'd been unable to sleep until sunrise.
All weekend long, his phone had been inundated with messages on multiple apps of sexual suggestions, threats, and innuendos from what he assumed were his classmates. He tried to mute notifications, but his worry that he might miss a message from his sisters led him to check regularly anyway. His efforts weren't for naught. Almost as often as he received another sext message, he received photos and kind words from his collegiate siblings. It was a jarring and mentally exhausting experience.
Remaining in bed, with nothing better to do, Martin picked up his phone. 27 alerts. Scrolling through, there was a message from Meredith and Martha.
“Marty!!! Happy first day of your senior year. We miss you so much. Hurry and graduate so you can join us! 😘”
Attached to the message was a selfie of the big women siblings blowing a kiss.
Martin's heart leapt with joy and he wanted to cry. He missed them so much, and the weekend without them was only made worse by his anxiety for what he would face at school. Reminiscing about his time before their separation, he eventually fell back asleep.
Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz!
Martin inhaled sharply at the alarm ringing in his ear. “No, no, no, NO!” He scrambled out of bed, falling to the floor, uncharacteristically out of control. “I’m gonna be late,” he exclaimed, having overslept by 15 minutes. Grateful that he laid out his uniform the prior night, he completed his morning hygiene and got dressed, grabbing a granola bar as he darted out of the home.
“Have a good first day,” His mother shouted as he bolted through the door.
Martin was lucky. His family chose to move relatively close to the school once it was clear there would be no out of pocket costs for him and his sisters to attend a prestigious and exclusive academy. On most days, he and his sisters would walk to school together. Today, he rode his bike, weaving through modest morning traffic, Martin avoided becoming roadkill on more than a few occasions, but he made it to the campus with a minutes to spare.
Locking his bike up and walking into the building, Martin was immediately reminded of his stress-filled weekend. He could feel eyes on him with every step he took, as though he was being stalked by a ravenous beast. Trying to act natural, Martin took a deep breath, lifted his head, and put on a smile. This was his senior year. He was going to make the most of it and rejoin his sisters in college.
The hallways were buzzing with giggling coeds and raucous conversations, as Martin entered the building. It was like the beginning of any other school year with classmates discussing their summer activities and plans for the coming year. As Martin turned the corner and his bright red hair came into view for these girls, however, all conversations stopped. Every bit of attention was blatantly on Martin.
Trying to pretend like something wasn't very wrong, Martin attempted to deploy his trademark charm. “Emily! Great to see you. Hope you had a good summer.” No reply, just locked eye contact as she licked her lips seductively. Martin gulped. His confidence was already waning. “Theresa! Hey, here’s to making it back to regional finals, right?!” No reply, she just obscenely licked her finger, dragging it down her body, over her uniform, to her crotch. Martin’s face turned as red as his hair. This isn’t working.
Each greeting was met with a similar response. Even the underclassman who he didn't know as well were giving him the eyes. Finally reaching his locker, Martin anxiously entered his combination, increasingly terrified to turn his back to these predators.
A chime came over the PA. Morning announcements.
“Welcome back, ladies and gentleman to Gertrude Anne Shaw Academy. A special acknowledgment to Martin Fraser, who will become our first ever male graduate of the academy, this year. Everyone, please give Martin your encouragement so he can carry on the legacy of Gertrude Anne Shaw Academy. Here’s to a great year! Seize your ambitions, Big Women and little man!”
Yeesh. Little man? Martin scoffed at the announcement singling him out. It distracted him to the point that he didn't notice the creeping shadow overtaking him from behind.
Boom.
“Hey Marty!”
Martin nearly jumped out of his skin, as a giant hand slammed into the locker next to him. Feeling the overwhelming presence behind him, he turned to see a friendly face.
“Jessica?! Oh my god. Don’t startle me like that.” Martin scolded his friend, while he tried to push his heart back into his chest.
Jessica Moreno was a 7’7” Latina with dark hair and ombre highlights. The summer had been good to her as she sported a chestnut completion to go with her light brown eyes. A senior, she was the captain of the soccer team, sporting thick, strong legs and a very wide, curvasions bottom. Her breasts were modest, small compared to most big women, but easily bigger than Martin’s head.
“Sorry little Bud. I barely saw you this summer. Gotta say, I missed you.”
“Missed you, too.”
“Bet you're missing your sisters even more though, eh?” She teased.
“I really am.” He sighed. “This is so hard. Hold me?” He jokingly requested, but he could really use a hug. His anxiety remained high, not forgetting about the messages or looks he received.
“You got it!” Unlike his sisters, Jessica hadn't cultivated a special or comfortable way of holding her friend. Instead, she unceremoniously picked up Martin and buried his head in her breasts, somewhat oblivious to what she was doing. Her exposure to the opposite sex was limited, like many of the girls in school.
“Mmmmphhh.” Martin tried to yell from between his friend’s breasts, regretting asking a novice to fill in for his sisters.
“Ahem” a voice coughed behind Jessica. She turned to glance back, and her warm smile immediately dropped as she put Martin down.
Gasp. Martin gulped in air once back on his feet and face freed from Jessica’s massive mammaries. “Remind me not to ask for any more hugs.”
“Oh? Well, my bad. Anyway, do me a favor.”
Martin noticed the sudden seriousness in his friend.
“Can you meet me in study room 3 during free period?”
“Uh… sure. What’s going on?” Martin nervously asked as his friend seemed distracted by someone down the hall. Martin glanced in the direction, just missing the owner of a massive, shelf-like ass turning the corner.
“Nothing in particular… Just need to have a quick chat in private.” Jessica was able to compose herself and fluttered her eyelashes as she responded, trying to assuage Martin's obvious suspicion.
“Alright… I guess. See you then.” Martin closed his locker and made his way to his first period.
Martin's classes proceeded mostly uneventfully, with the exception of the continued glares and stares he would catch from his female classmates. His short stature ensured that he was always in the front row, yet he could certainly feel the eyes of others on the back of his head. When other students were participating in class, even some teacher's gazes lingered on him uncomfortably long.
“End of the day free period. Time to meet up with Jess.”
Martin made his way to Study Room 3. It was located on the western wing of the building’s second floor, relatively secluded. The only other rooms in this hallway were a storage closet, a vacant club room, and an administrative office, while on the opposite end of the hall was a small recreation room for dance, martial arts and other activities that didn’t require high ceilings.
As Martin made it up the staircase, he was unsettled by the absence of other students around. Must be serious if she wants to meet here. He thought. Making his way to the room, Martin passed by the storage closet, when he heard a clatter. He stopped and noticed the door was ajar. His curiosity getting the better of him, Martin approached the door, softly pushing it open, until two massive hands extended from the darkness; one grabbing him by his shirt and jacket and the other grabbing his head and pressing a cloth over his nose and mouth.
“MMMmmfffff!” Martin’s muffled scream faded into the room as the door shut behind him.
“I can’t believe you made me ruin my underwear with that stuff!” Martin barely made out a distorted voice, as consciousness was returning to him.
“I didn’t tell you to use your panties for that. I just asked for a piece of fabric.” A second voice spoke.
“I thought I was going to stuff them in his mouth, not soak them with this… ‘chloroform?’”
“Ha! You should have asked, then. Because my panties were always going in there. I need him to get used to my taste.”
“Tch.”
“Ladies…” A softer spoken third voice began. “Be careful walking around… you’re both…dripping.”
“You’re one to talk!”
Vaguely attending to the bickering conversions, Martin tried to move, only to find his arms and legs were restricted. He was sitting down, but he couldn't see. A semi-transparent fabric was obstructing his view. Trying to speak, his words came out muffled. That's when his other senses began to transit. Whatever was in his mouth imparted a salty, slightly sour flavor onto his tongue. Moving his tongue as best he could, it was definitely a fabric of some kind. His nose was surrounded by a musky, stale scent. Martin’s heart was racing, as the reality he feared was setting in. All those messages, threats and invitations. This is it. This is the beginning.
“Looks like our guest of honor is waking up.” One of the voices spoke.
Suddenly, Martin was blinded by his exposure to the light. As he squinted, waiting for his eyes to adjust, he could make out several massive figures surrounding him. He could feel the warmth coming off of their bodies. And despite the removal of the fabric from his head, the musky scent was even more prominent.
“Mmmmfffffppphh!” Martin shouted unintelligibly.
“Remove that.” The apparent leader of the group instructed. Her position was a ways away from Martin, obscuring her features in the dark.
“Okay,” The soft spoken voice replied, the tape from Martin’s mouth. The fabric, stuck to the tape, pulled out as well. “Oh thank goodness. I didn’t want to touch that.” She quietly muttered.
The leader scoffed at the remark.
Martin quickly glanced around the room. It was the rec room storage closet, but it felt like a CIA interrogation. A single bulb swung about 9 feet in the air, far from his reach, but easily accessible by his Big Women classmates.
“Help me! Help!!!”
“Shut him up!” The leader ordered.
Martin felt the chair tilt backward until he fell to his back. Vision blurred as he crashed to the floor. Still screaming, his sight started to come into focus, as two massive caramel colored ass cheeks descended onto his head. “Hel-” Martin’s screams were muffled to near silence, as his face slid between the moist flesh of his assailant. Immediately, he noticed his voice and all other sounds were muffled as the cheeks slid past his ears, connecting to the floor, completely obscuring his head.
“Really!?” The leader asked as she watched Martin's little feet wiggle, his legs still bound to the chair legs.
“Yes, really! You got first dibs on him tasting you with your panties in his mouth. So I’m taking first dibs with his head up my ass!”
The leader sighed. “Jada, he won’t be able to hear with his head up your ass like that.” She emphasized every word to get her point across.
“Hang on… Trust me, he’ll listen just fine after this. Hrrrnng!”
“You’d better not.” The third captor warned.
Brrrrpppptt!
A tuba blast of flatulence ripped out of the woman’s ass, flowing over Martin’s head and face. His body squirmed with even greater energy until his struggles started to wane. “That’s it,” his captor purred.
“Ho, ho, ho! You're so bad.” The third captor responded to Jada's flatulence with laughter.
Martin was in agony. The sulfuric blast was the putrid cherry on top of a terror sundae. He felt his nose hairs burning away, as the gas coated his face, the greasy particles pelting his unfortunately open mouth when he last screamed.
Cough, Cough, Martin gagged, as the woman rose up from his poor fart-filled face and turned so her face was inches from his.
“Keep screaming and it will happen again, and it will be the last thing you ever see, smell, or taste,” Jada coldly spoke with absolute authority.
Despite his discombobulated senses, Martin heard the threat from his obscured captor loud and clear, and nodded his head in compliance. With that, the chair was returned to its upright position, as the slow single applause was heard from the end of the room.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
“Well done, Jada. I’m sorry for underestimating you.”
Recovering from the olfactory assault, Martin knew that voice and he recognized that name.
The owner of the voice stepped forward, emerging from the darkness, and into the dim light. A nine foot tall hourglass shaped goddess with blonde hair, and teal lowlights. Paige Wallace, student Council president and the most powerful woman in the school. Her hazel eyes bored into Martin's, as her full pink lips, only highlighted with a gloss, curled into a wide smile.
“Hi Marty!” She spoke with a cool confidence. Martin's blood ran cold. “Let's chat.”