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Picked On

By: Xen0phage

Chapter1: Moving Out on My Own Well Sort of

            Her large hand contacted my face with a loud, echoing SLAP causing me to spin and tumble to the floor. I looked up at her from the floor tears streaming from my eyes, to spite my best efforts to chock them back.

            Get up you sniveling little coward. She sneered at me looming ominously over me.

 As I rose to my feet she planted a platform, chunk heal boot in my ass. Move faster you little ****! she hissed.

 When  I said I wanted a Diet-Cola, I meant now not three strokes later! she almost whined as she whipped the paint brush and pallet at me she had knocked out of my hands moments earlier, then she stormed out leaving me to clean up the mess as usual. From half way down the hall she yelled out a threat Im going out and will be back in few hours. If my chores arent done their will hell to pay, Kevin!

            As I finished Cleaning up my room of the paint mess I started thinking back to when Jenna and I where younger. My younger sister used to be so sweet. Granted I did pick on her from time to time, but nothing unusual for an older brother to do to his younger sister. It was right after puberty started that things began to change. For what ever reason I stopped growing at five feet tall in the tenth grade, Jenna however shot up from a tiny 44 in 8^th grade to 63 at the age of 18. As she got older I gradually stopped picking on her and started treating her with respect, Im not sure, but I think she perceived it as weakness instead of respect and decided to turn the tables. She slowly began chiding me and eventually picking on and down right bullying me about.

The day this became most evident to me was about the time Jenna was 15 and an estimate 59, she came in to the kitchen looking for a soda, only problem for her was I had just retrieved the last one from the fridge and in the process of tapping the bubbles out. She turned away from the fridge toward me and demanded, Kevin Im thirsty give me the soda.

No, I got to it first. I blurted, flabbergasted at the demand.

Come-on Kev! she whined.

**** off! I waved my hand dismissing her.

The next thing I heard was a pitched screech. What?! followed by my baby sisters best impression of a charging gorilla shoving me roughly screaming I said give it to me! My attempt to push her back did little more then make her take a step beck and get even more pissed. She smirked with anger and simply tore the soda from my hand and shoved me to the ground walking off with it, me hoping that itd spray in her face.

After that the bullying got worse. Jenna even got her friends to start in on me. I tried every thing; ignoring, fighting back (not physically), even telling my parents that was a laugh my mom simply looked down at me and said Dont worry Honey; its just a phase shell grow out of it. And Dads response was even better. Yer, lettin a bunch of girls pick on you? Stand up for your self be a man, but dont hit your sister. You never hit a girl. He lectured. This was partly due to Jenna lying through her teeth about what was going and being daddys little girl didnt hurt her case.

So after the paint incident I decided to get my scrawny ass out of the house and off to college. I had taken a year off of school and between needing to make something of my self and wanting to get  away from my demonic sister more the second at the time- I decided it was time to go.

I enrolled at UW with out having much money even for gas, hopped in my 81 Gremlin and off I went. Err, after exchanging a flat for the spare donut. Yea, my life was fan-freaking-tastic.

So, After  hours of traveling I finally arrived at the UW campus and decided before I tried to unpack my bucket Id find my dorm room. So, I grabbed my duffle bag and headed into the dorm hall. AS I entered I hear a gentle feminine voice. Hello their, she said. As my head turned to see the source of the voice my eye gazed upon a beautiful woman, early 30s, with chest nut hair done up in a bun and sky blue eyes framed by classic thick rimmed librarian glasses, she supported an hour-glass figure with legs that seemed to pour out of her skirt and even though her pressed white blouse tried to hide it, a fairly substantial bust. Can I help you? she continued, breaking me from my gazing over her to look up at her face.

Um, yea. I chocked out, completely embraced. Im looking for room 210

Oh, yes! follow me. She chuckled. As I did what she instructed following her on a tour of the place before heading to my dorm room I also took the opportunity to peer at her shapely rear and estimated her to be about 57.

Any way, we made our way down the hall and out a side door across the grounds a little ways to a large building resembling a small library or archives room, which turned out to be my dorm room. Lora, the tour guide/ head Mistress of the dorms showed me around the room, it was huge, and the ceiling seemed to be 10 high. I had a hard time believing all the rooms where like this and what was even odder is the furniture seemed bigger then normal, but I thought maybe I was just tired from the long trip.

Seeing the look on my face she spoke up, Normally we dont allow coeds to share the same dorm room, but this was the only room left seem she has troubles keeping her room mates. So, this is a special circumstance.

She who? I queried.

It was then I became aware of some one looming behind me. I turned around and found my self staring at a large, curving, denim surface. Up here handsome. I heard a sexy, husky voice state from above in almost a facetious tone.

I began to crane my neck back looking upward past large ponderous belly and a pair of absolutely colossal pair of breasts clad in snuggly fitting black sweater. I found my self neck almost all the way back staring up at a round, soft face, with full lips, bright green eyes, and framed by curly flaming red hair.

Holy

****? She finished for me smiling.

No, uh, I mean that is, I sputtered struggling to recompose myself, causing her to bust out laughing which made both her belly and mammoth breasts jiggle slightly.

Dont worry about it. I get that reaction all the time. She stated. Any way Im Cassandra ONeil, Im 95 tall, weigh 1756lbs. Im a Libra and the weather up here is just great, you should come on up and try it some time. She finished, extending her sizable hand down toward me.

I reached up to shake her hand and was left in utter amazement as my hand disappeared in her grip completely. Um, Hi, Im Kevin Dillan, Im uh, 5 nuthin, weigh a whopping 85lbs and have no idea what my sign is. I jest nervously.

Well, the head mistress spoke up, startling me as Id completely forgotten she was their. You two seem acquainted; Ill just leave you to your own devices. And with that she turned and left, after which their was a long awkward silence.

Cassandra finally broke the silence. So, hows about a little TV and a snack. You must be hungry after your long trip.

Um, Okay I guess, I said, still nervous about this colossus of a woman, part of me wasnt sure if she wouldnt eat me. She smile and headed off to the kitchen her ass jiggling with each step.

Soon she emerged from the kitchen with food, and I mean lots of it. She had six different types of chips, two pizzas, some tacos, and a few bags of candy which she spread out on the over sized coffee table. As I climbed on to the couch I found I had to remind my self that the furniture and even Cassandra herself where huge and I was still my normal size, though without others around it was difficult not to be fooled.

Cassandra then plopped down on the couch and even though it was specially built for her height it still creaked under her  weight and caused the cushions to slope in and caused me to tumble face first in to her huge pillowish body which took up most of the couch.

This made me rather uncomfortable, especially when she jested I know Im cute, but dont ya think its a bit early for this type of affection? I turned red with embracement as I fought her soft side and the slope of the cushion to right myself, Cassandra just laughing at my predicament.

After I righted my self their was once again an uncomfortable silence. Once again she broke it, Lets see whats on the tube shall we? with that she flipped on some cartoons and said well dig in. Whats mine is yours. I looked up at her then at the food and grabbed a hand full of chips and relaxed a bit to watch some Invader Zim with her.

Occasionally Id catch myself staring at her humongous bosom, which over shadowed her   gut by at least a foot. Then Id wonder if shed caught me peaking. If she had she didnt tip her hand. She just watched TV and ate with a smile on her face. In fact she continued eating long after I was stuffed.

Later that evening I went to my car and got out my air mattress and brought it in to set up and get ready for bed. As I blew it up Cassandra Walked in and instantly began to laugh That is what youre sleeping on?

Well, Ms. High and Mighty, I got pissy. Not every one has the money for a bed. I finished rather dejected.

Snippy! she quipped, then turned and left. Once again I took notice of how her enormous rear end jiggled. The part that was odd to me is I wasnt turned off; in fact it was almost a pleasant sight. What confused me is Id never found any thing pleasant about fat chics before. That night sleep didnt come easy, between being a little peeved with my room mate and confused about what happened when she left the room, my dreams where odd to say the least.

The next morning I went to the campus bookstore to get my books before my first class. As I left, some big jock bumped in to me, knocking me over, and causing me to spill all of my books. Hey watch it ****tard! the Neanderthal growled at me, before continuing on.

A beautiful blonde girl, who must have felt sorry for me came over and helped me gather up my books. Thanks I said.

Some guys are such jerks. She frowned. After gathering up the last of my books we stood only for me to find she was a whole head taller then me. I guess it was too much to hope that shed be my own height. She smiled at me in that half apology look and walked with me to my first class before handing me the rest of my books.

Thanks. I sighed and started to head in, when she stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

I hate to see a nice guy so miserable, so, here. She reached in her shirt under her bra strap and handed me a flyer for a party at the Kappa Alpha Gamma house. It starts at ten. She said before departing and letting me go on my way.

Thanks! I called outman I was saying that a lot, girls, especially cute ones have always made me nervous though. I was happy to be invited, but I figured Id go fairly unnoticed unless some jerk-wad jock was looking to haze some one.

I arrived at the part at 10:15pm and as I entered the sorority house I was greeted by a statuesque, tanned brunette with an extra drink in hand. Hey short stack, welcome to the party! She slurred clearly drunk, as I took the beer she offered, acknowledging her and stepping in to the party.

As I weaved my way through the sea of people I looked for a spot where I could be out of the way. Eventually I spotted one, a bean bag chair near the hall. So I took a seat and began to nurse my drink. Being five feet tall meant it didnt take much for me to get drunk and I didnt want to be passed out cold before the night was over. SO I sat back and enjoyed my drink, the music and most of all the view. This was due to the act that the women out numbered the guys two to one and most of them where pretty hot not that it mattered, I doubted I any would be interested in me.

Eventually I had too much to drink -which for me is about six beers- and ogling, at this point I was starting to feel sorry for my self. So, I struggled to my feet and began stumbling toward the door  when I ran face first in to a solid object with a bit of cushion to it, followed by being shoved in to a nearby room and the closing of a door, leaving me in shear darkness.

So, you thought you could get away with out saying goodbye huh? I heard a familiar alcohol impaired voice say. The light came on to reveal the brunette from earlier in the evening and she was even more drunk if that was possible then before. You Youre short, she drunkley stuttered, as she took a stumble toward me. Aand cute!" She finished with a giggle removing her tank top to reveal toned abs and a pair of perfectly shaped, braless breasts about the size of grapefruits, while trying to take another step causing her to stumble and fall to her knees in front of me. She just giggled, and then in a move that was quite swift for some one so inebriated she unzipped my pants, pulling them along with my boxers down around my ankles. Wow, she giggled, Youre pretty big for a lilylillypu tiny guy. She slurred, grabbing hold of my member, and licking it. This of course caused me to moan out and my penis to stiffen and my head was then immediately met by her lips which suck and licked at it like a lolly-pop. Her tongue darted around the head then she licked the length of my shaft and then took as much of my **** in to her mouth as she could and sucked until I had an orgasm, blowing my load in her mouth. After this she stood wiping her lips with her arm and lifted me on to the bed pouncing on me like cat, kicking her mini skirt off.

Your turn tiny. She slurred.

All I could get stutter out was MyMy tur grumph! as she unabashedly shoved her vagina in my face vaginal lips spreading over my mouth and began to grind.

Come-on tiny! she moaned/ whined, I did you! You have to return the favor. She was insistent about this point and her juices began to flow. She was right this was only fair and besides, I never thought Id even ever get oral with a woman. I pushed my tongue between her pussy lips and began to probe about, which received some approving moans from my drunken companion. At one point I think I found her clit because she started heaving like a mad woman and only the loud music would have been drowning out her screams. I took the cue and continued, soon after her thighs clamped down on my head as she came all over my face. I basked in the glow of what had just happened, for about two minuets before she hopped out of bed, got dressed and said well see-ya short stuff. And took about 4 graceful steps before her body remembered how drunk it was.

With my playmate gone, I decided to head back to my dorm room and stumbled on home. I traipsed in the door at who knows what  ungodly hour and couldnt even find my room so I just climbed on to the couch and passed out their.

My eyes opened as if in a dream and saw a bit of light, when my body detected a gentle external movement, then I felt weightless and through cloudy vision I could see Cassandras round soft face before I blacked out again.