“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 tight and little stars started appearing in his vision. Suddenly realizing he was in fact holding his breath, Rick pushed his face up from between her Grand Canyon-like cleavage to where just his lips stuck out from her milky flesh, and he took in a long breath of fresh air.
“Can't... breathe...!”
As if he was below the waves and drowning in a turbulent sea, Rick struggled to break free from the titty headlock Cathy had him in. With his hands limp and down at his side, Rick was so repulsed by the woman, he didn't even want to touch her with his hands, for fear of having that tactile living memory of her in his mind to give him terrifying nightmares in the future. Desperate for a way out, Rick then squeezed down under her by letting himself fall, and he scrambled to his right and stumbled over a garbage can as he broke free from her smothering grasp.
“Oh, come on, baby! Let's not play hard to get anymore. I see that big, fat dick of yours, and I saw that look in your eye when you first saw me. Let's not be coy about it! Come to Moma, baby!” Cathy encouraged, reaching down and pulling down her black skirt.
Thankfully, Cathy's boulder-like stomach was so fat that it drooped far down below what was characteristically normal for a healthy human being, and even though she still wore her panties, he wouldn't have been able to see them or her snatch anyway. Instead, there was just that Leatherface abomination of a tummy staring back at him, which resembled gallons of cottage cheese packed into an enormous white balloon, creased over with hundreds of stretchmarks, and accented with a yawning, cavernous belly button.
The thought then randomly occurred to Rick; exactly, what kinds of alien parasites one might find living deep in that lonely belly button? Was her belly button like an ecological environment all on its own, and if scientists studied it, they would find unique forms of life not found anywhere else on the planet? He could imagine these scientist discovering that these little biological miracles subsisted exclusively off of Cathy's belly button cheese and the odd potato chip or cookie crumb that dropped down onto her mountain of a stomach. With all these crazy thoughts shooting like lightning through his terrified mind, Rick found himself trying to master himself and workout some ingenious escape plan from this terrible folly he had foolishly manufactured for himself.
With his back now against the counter, Rick finally seized the reigns of his panicked mind, and he quickly shoved his very limp pipe back into his slacks and zipped them up in a heartbeat. Putting out either hand in the air in front of him then, he backed away from Cathy, like she was a crazed gunman who had taken him hostage and was now threatening to kill him.
“Hold on! Hold on! There has been a big misunderstand here, Cathy! A big misunderstanding!” Rick pleaded and continued to back away, further into the bathroom.
“Oh, will you just stop it, Rick! Now that we both know how one another feels, let's just get it out of our systems, now!” Cathy eagerly countered, and she grabbed the garbage can and shoved it in front of the door, blocking it.
“No, you don't understand. This is a big mistake,” Rick immediately shot back.
“Oh, no it isn't. You know it isn't. I see the way you look at me. Don't play these games with me, Rick. Come, love me!” she purred, throwing out her arms and stepping towards him once again.
Rick was desperate and knew he needed to find a way to get out of this mess, so he went with the only play he thought might work. Putting his two fingers together again, he let them fly a second time.
Snap!
“Oh, that's very cute, baby, but come here. Get some lovin!” Cathy continued, now only a few steps away from him.
Seeing that snapping his fingers a second time didn't undue his wish, Rick made a mental note that he'd have to follow up with Jizzy on that later. In the meantime though, he had a horny cow bearing down on him, and he needed to find a way out of this situation pronto before he was stampeded.
“That's it, come here, baby! Let's see that big cock of yours again,” she giggled playfully, reaching out for him.
“Rick, stop! Stop now!” Cathy suddenly raged. “If you don't come over here right now and give me some of that big dick of yours, you're going to be sorry! You are the one in the wrong bathroom, Mister, and once I go to management and tell them, you are not only going to be fired, but you're going to have a lawsuit slapped on your ass for sexual harassment to boot. So get over here and get a little of this honey, right now!”
Pausing for a heartbeat before he actually opened the door, Rick slowly turned to face his scorned coworker. His expression now serene, Rick stared at her right in the eye, spoke a few words, and then made his escape.
“I would rather die than touch you.”
Even though Rick thought for sure that Cathy would make good on her threat, she actually never did. Instead, once she got back to her seat a few minutes later, she repeatedly messaged him and apologized, professing her deep and profound affection for him. Somehow, she had it in her twisted, little stalker mind that the two of them were playin
g some kind of kinky courtship game, and Rick, for the moment, just played into it. For the rest of that day at work, Rick carefully played his cards, and he kept his horny coworker at bay with promises to meet up with her on some future date to talk it all over and work it out. In truth though, he couldn't wait to get home, talk with Jizzy, and wish the whole incident with Cathy away. While the whole thing proved to be an innocent little mistake, Rick realized that, in the future, he needed to be a little more careful and thoughtful with his wishes and actions, so he didn't bumble into these kinds of disasters ever again. But, as the saying goes, old habits die hard.
Surprise!
With a bouquet of pink-and-white flowers in hand, Rick happily marched down the hall towards his condominium doorway. While work had been a bit of a challenge to say the least, since he departed his office, his thoughts had been all about returning to Jizzy and all the wonderful things he wanted to do to and with her. With a lot of false starts happening in his boxer shorts on the subway ride home, it was hard not to remember all the revealing things the horny genie had enthusiastically told him the night before about how much she loved anal sex and sticking her tongue up his ass, among other kinky things. The images associated with these memories nearly had him creaming in his shorts, but he held off, his mind clouded with carnal desires centered on the intoxicating genie.
Having survived the train ride home without any embarrassing incidents, Rick decided that he wouldn't just walk in his front door and then proceed to fuck Jizzy's brains out, but instead, he decided to treat her like a real lady, something he thought she might appreciate since she had been locked up inside her bottle for god-knows-how-long. So to help to get the juices flowing, so to speak, Rick stopped at the florist after getting off the train and picked up a bouquet of flowers, and when he got home, he was even planning on taking Jizzy out onto the town for a bite to eat. Then, when they got back from all that fun, he'd be up all night long plunging his meat-stick inside her wet holes to his heart's content. This plan, unlike the one with Candace at work, was flawless, and, as far as Rick was concerned, a sure thing.
As he stepped down the hallway the last couple steps to his door, Rick had to honestly admit to himself that ever since Jizzy had entered his life the night before, he hadn't felt this alive in years. He honestly felt like a young man all over again with the possibility of sneaking a kiss from his childhood sweetheart, and he felt giddy and full of energy. Shoving his dry umbrella under his arm while holding the flowers in his other hand, Rick reached down into his pocket for his keys. With a smile on his face hinting at what was to come, he could hear his television on beyond the door, and he paused a moment to listen to what Jizzy was watching.
“...That's it, one, and-a two, and-a three. Keep it up! This exercise will firm up that buttocks and give you the well-defined, sculpted butt that you're looking for...” came an encouraging female voice.
Imagining Jizzy on his floor, bent over in some skintight leotard, and doing butt-firming exercises made those butterflies deep down in Rick's belly start to flutter with even more of a frenzy, and he suddenly asked himself if maybe not a whole evening of swampy sex without dinner wouldn't be better, than his master plan? To be honest, Jizzy wouldn't likely care one way or another, and he felt like his viper was about to spit at any minute anyway. Considering this really for only a heartbeat, Rick decided to stick to his perfect plan instead. In the end, it would make Jizzy happy. Plus, he'd feel like a real stud walking around with someone so beautiful as her under his arm, not something he got to do every day.
Putting his keys in the door, Rick carefully unlocked both locks, and he opened the door slowly, hoping to surprise her. Peeking his head through the open door first, he smiled long and looked directly into his tiny living room, thinking he'd find her doing exercises right on the floor. Curiously, he didn't see Jizzy in his living room at all, and doing a quick scan of his kitchen and dinning area, he didn't see her there either.
Dropping his umbrella in the can by the door, Rick kept his flowers in hand, and he craned his head and did a quick double-take inside his closet-like kitchen. Noticing that his sliding glass door was slightly ajar just a few inches, Rick then wondered if perhaps Jizzy wasn't out on the balcony, taking a break and enjoying the city skyline. Quickly stepping through the kitchen and wanting to surprise her, Rick paused suddenly when his foot just happened to kick something that skid across the floor and then ended up underneath the nearby cabinets. Wondering what it could be that he kicked, Rick reached down under the cabinets and picked up the ornate cap to Jizzy's bottle, and he remembered the night before that he had dropped it when he had opened the bottle but had never picked it back up.
Looking for the bottle, Rick turned to his left, to his little two-person table in the dining area right next to him, and curiously, he didn't see the bottle on the table where he had left it the night before. Cringing in thought, Rick could have swore he saw the decorative bottle there when he left that morning for work too. Quickly scanning the kitchen counters and sink area, he didn't see the distinctive bottle in there, and turning around, he failed to see it on any of the end tables in his living room either.
Slipping the cap to the bottle into the pocket of his slacks, Rick had the thought suddenly occur to him that maybe Jizzy had washed the bottle in the shower, or possibly moved it to his bedroom to be closer to him? Slapping an eager smile back onto his face, Rick crept up to the sliding glass door to his balcony, and he took a quick peek outside. It was already dark out and the porch light wasn't even on, but he didn't see anyone out there either. The door, however, was cracked open a few inches, and he could feel the biting outside air creating a draft in his place. Shutting the sliding door and locking it, Rick made a mental note to talk to Jizzy about leaving it open, especially when it was so cold out and he had the heater on.
Turning back around and peeking back into the living room a minute later, Rick still didn't see Jizzy, not only that, but it suddenly occurred to him that he couldn't hear her either. With the distinctive golden bells that she wore around her ankles and had attached to her genie outfit, he realized he'd honestly have to be deaf not hear her anywhere remotely near him and certainly within the walls of his tiny condo. Once again scanning for the distinctive bottle in the living room and not seeing it, Rick suddenly had a momentary sinking feeling in his gut that something wasn't quite right. He couldn't exactly put his finger on it, but the smile on his face was then replaced with a puzzled expression.
Telling himself that there was probably a totally reasonable explanation for all this and that his feelings were out of line with reality, Rick turned and quietly walked towards the brief hallway that led to the bathroom and his bedroom beyond. He could see that his bedroom door was closed almost all the way, but the bathroom door was wide open and it was dark inside. More puzzling though, his bedroom light wasn't on either. For a moment, that nagging sinking feeling returned once again.
Why would Jizzy be walking around in the dark? She wouldn't have just stepped out for a minute, would she? Or worse, could she have just decided to leave him? If he didn't have that ornate cap in his pocket from her bottle and the pink pad in the middle of his living room floor, Rick might have actually been able to convince himself at that moment that she had never existed at all, but she had clearly been there. That pink pad wasn't his, and the ornate cap in his pocket clearly came from that unique bottle of her's.
Peeking inside his da
rk bathroom, Rick saw no one inside and nothing out of place, but when he turned to push open his bedroom door, he saw something that forced him to immediately stop in his tracks and his heart began to race. The wooden door to his bedroom had a fist-sized hole in it, and he knew he didn't make that hole, and it definitely had not been there when he had left that morning for work.
Before he was able to think of all the ramifications and possibilities this presented, the next second Rick heard a noise, like someone knocking things over on the dresser in his bedroom. When he looked up through the crack in his bedroom door, he suddenly saw a bright light flash over his room, like a powerful LED flashlight being used by someone within his room in the dark.
His eyes bulging, the next second, Rick heard his dresser drawer being pulled all the way open, and what sounded like it being pulled out and then its contents haphazardly discarded onto the floor. A million things flashed through Rick's mind then, and he knew his dresser was next to his bed and that both were against the far wall on the other side of his bedroom. Meaning, whoever was in there, likely had their back to both him and the door. In addition, he always kept a wooden baseball bat just inside his door, so if there was ever an intruder that broke in through the front as he slept, he could easily grab the bat to defend himself on the way out of his bedroom.