Hostile Takeover Ch1

Young Mr Lauris, I would like to invite you to discuss business arrangements at my home in Galomitera. While you won’t find it on any maps, if you board the train from New Borstwick you should have no problems being taken here.

I look forward to getting my hands on you.

Mrs Mitkos. 

***

It was really an offer he couldn’t refuse. Daniel Lauris had been trying to sell his business for over a year now, and he had been about to give up all hope. It was as if the world had turned against him. For months his business had been struggling, as his suppliers had dried up and his customers had dwindled. Every business arr angement fell though and every deal failed, always cancelled at the last minute, almost as if someone behind the scenes was working against him the whole time. That, however, was a product of his paranoia he was sure. He had been close to giving up entirely when he had finally gotten her offer. 

The wording was a bit awkward, and Daniel was fairly sure English wasn’t her first language. One took a train somewhere after all, they weren’t taken, and he was fairly sure she had meant she wanted to meet him or at least get her hands on his property… or at least, he hoped that was what she meant. 

Even so, it had taken him a while to even figure out where she’d written from. A quick search had made it clear that she’d been quite serious. No map he looked at had any town called anything close to Galomitera on it. Even New Borstwick had taken a while to find, and it would be an eight hour journey just to get there. 

However, this really was his last shot at any kind of financial solution. Whatever offer she was going to make he would likely have to accept, although he’d still try to get the best deal he could. With any luck he’d be retiring. He never planned to work again a day in his life if this Mrs Mitkos was making a good offer. Of course, he had no idea how right he was at the time, though he never could have guessed just what her offer would entail - or how he would wind up accepting it. 

*****

The eight hour journey wound up closer to twenty as twice the train was forced to stop due to some blockage or another. The countryside up here was rough, mountainous, lots of tall pines and not many roads, so it made sense. However Daniel had never been a good traveller. As a result, spending the better part of an entire day on a train in the middle of nowhere had left him more than exhausted.  

Once the train finally stopped he stumbled off with but a scant few hours fitful sleep to his name. Suitcase in tow he tried to get his bearings, blinking wearily under the station’s lights. For a while he just took time collecting himself, rubbing his eyes, yet eventually he was struck by how oddly quiet it was. Turning back to the train humming gently behind, he was surprised to see he was the only one disembarking. He knew this line ran through a number of isolated towns but he had expected at least some of those aboard to be getting off. 

Still, he was too tired to really care about what was ultimately a minor curiosity at best. Trudging on, he lugged the dead weight of his case behind him, eyes on the floor. The tiles beneath his feet were rather plain, and remarkably clean. However there was little decoration to be found here. Indeed the station seemed far more practical and fit for purpose than he had expected of a small town in the mountains. Then again, he reasoned, it didn’t seem like it saw much use. Maybe they didn’t get many visitors out here after all. 

The town was smaller than he’d expected, and of course given the delay he had now presumably arrived long after everything was closed. He fondly remembered the sole sandwich he had eaten nearly a day prior and he was ravenous, so he set off hoping to find some kind of store. 

However, as he rolled his suitcase through town, all he found was neat white fences and brick walls framing rather large gardens along the tarmac path. No commercial buildings loomed no matter how many corners he turned. It was just one idealic house after another. It was dark out, but the street lights were keeping everything very well lit. Even so, the depthless darkness which seemed to threaten at the edges of each little island of light the streetlights projected seemed almost to reach out to him, as if trying to drag him away to some uncertain fate.

Shaking his head, Daniel put such thoughts from his mind. He was just exhausted, he reminded himself. In any case he wasn’t out of options. He knew there was at least one hotel in town, although reviews had been hard to come by. Hopefully they would have something to eat, but if not he would be happy just to get some rest. 

It wasn’t hard to find the hotel by contrast. It was easily the largest building in town, and it had been visible even back from the station. Resigned, he made his way there, ready to at least get a good night’s rest. 

The fairly plain alabaster walls framed an oddly large, old fashioned door. It took him quite a bit of effort to open it, in fact, and when he was able to squeeze through the gap he struggled to get his suitcase through behind him. 

Old aging green carpets flushed up to hardwood walls that spoke to just how long this hotel must have been here. The entire lobby, however, was remarkably vacant, and only as he entered did he see how high the roof was. It towered above him, another sign of how old the building must have been, an artifact of a bygone era of less practical and more aesthetic construction. Yet there was little else inside the cavernous space, except for a very large polished wooden counter at the opposite end. 

Sat behind it was a woman wearing a deep red business jacket. It was hard to tell if the counter was just far back against the other wall, or if it was just that large. She had to be quite tall in any case. 

Dragging his case behind him, Daniel’s tired mind roused itself from its stupor as the massive counter rose taller and taller. It wasn’t just a trick of his weary imagination, the desk really was huge! As the wheels on his case left little grooves in the old carpet, he approached the counter cautiously. His head barely came up to the countertop once he was stood a few feet from it. 

Looming over it was the hotel receptionist, who was Black hair framed her fair features, and she was definitely quite a large woman, though it was hard to tell just how large from his perspective. Still, even if her seat was high off the ground, she had to be pretty tall just to see over it. It was difficult to tell given she was behind a desk, but the girl seemed to practically tower over him. Surely she had to be sitting on some absurdly tall stool, he reasoned. There was no way someone could be that tall, right? 

“Good evening, how can I help you?” She asked. 

“Hi, uh, I tried to call ahead but… I couldn’t find a number. I’d like to book a room for the night.”

She rested her head atop interlaced fingers as her eyes winced with a smile. 

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetie but we’re fully booked for the night.” The smiling female hotelier told him the news while cooing with faux-disappointment.

The look on his face must have given away his shock. 

“Oh, you sweet thing, you must be so exhausted after such a long trip… I heard about the trains having issues getting here, but I’m afraid we just don’t have any rooms at all, especially not for a cute little thing like you…”

Blushing at her over familiarity, Daniel insisted. 

“B-but, that’s nuts! They’re all full? How can there not be a single room for rent in this whole town?”

“Oh that’s just how it is sweetie, we’re fully booked months in advance I’m afraid. So many people pass through here, and what with the trains being so unreliable, we rarely ever have any vacancy…”

Looking around the entirely empty lobby he strained his ears, but couldn’t hear a single sound from the entire building. Hell, he was the only one who had even disembarked, and there was only one train through here every few days. It simply beggared belief. 

However, her thin smile made it clear she had no intention of helping. He grimly turned back to the gushing receptionist who seemed only too delighted to turn him away. 

As he stared up into her eyes, it was difficult not to be distracted by the way she twirled her hair in one finger, as the other hand seemed to be absent-mindedly tracing its way along the shirt line of her tight-fitted blouse. Indeed, it was even harder not to be distracted by the truly mind-blowing bust she kept barely contained within it. 

“S-so…” he murmured, swiftly forgetting all his well-thought-out arguments as they were lost somewhere in the pillowy cleavage so bountifully on display just in front of him. “So uh..”

“I’m afraid you’ll just have to take the train, sweetie. You are on your way somewhere, right?” She cooed softly, leaning down over the desk to bring her face a little closer to his. “Although, if you wanted to stay here in New Borstwick, I suppose I might be able to find a room for you… back at my place.”

Blushing furiously, Daniel forced his eyes to the ground so as to deliberately avoid staring into the massive breasts she was bringing ever closer to his face. Indeed, he was beginning to realise just how tall she truly must be to lean over that massive counter so easily. 

“N-no, just passing through.” He grunted, and turned to leave. 

“Give my best to the people in Galomitera!” She called after him as he closed the door. 

As he was just about to let go of the handle, he paused for just a moment. How had she known where he was going? 

It didn’t matter, he reasoned a few moments later, and left. He was tired and wanted to get to his destination. With any luck maybe they would have a bed and breakfast he could stay at, or at least a hostel. 

If he didn’t want to spend the night sitting on a park bench he had no choice but to press on. The station was back the way he had come, so he made his way back through the town. 

It was oddly quiet, even given the late hour. Indeed most homes had no lights on, and aside from the street lamps the entire town was bathed in total darkness. 

Resentful of having come all this way for nothing, as he tugged his suitcase behind him, he began to look in through those few windows which were lit. Yet the rooms seemed oddly… vacant. Almost entirely undecorated. 

It was odd, perhaps, but his tired mind paid it little heed at first. Yet one after another the rooms he could see into were so strangely similar. Indeed, from what he could see of the homes he passed, they all looked remarkably identical. It reminded him almost eerily of those stories of Potemkin villages from the old days. He squeezed his fingers atop the bridge of his nose, though, and once more tried to force the paranoia from his thoughts. It was just a product of being tired, he told himself. 

Eventually, though, trepidation and curiosity got the better of him. Daniel decided he could go take a look at one and confirm to himself just how silly he was being, and get back to the station. He let his suitcase rest against a fairly tall garden wall and, with a little effort, clambered over. Yet the window itself was oddly high off the ground. Standing on his tiptoes, and leaning against the wall, he was just able to bring himself up to the windowsill. The curtains were almost fully closed, yet he could just about make out the interior. 

It was almost uncanny. Somehow nothing within looked quite… real. Hell, as he looked up, there was no second floor, and he could see the interior of the roof as large beams crisscrossed above. It was as if it were a show home, set up to look ideal to advertise others in the area. Maybe that’s what it was, maybe all of this was just undeveloped housing. Looking down the street at eerily similar homes, he chewed his lip. Daniel just couldn’t shake the feeling that…

As the curtains drew open, he fell back in shock. Staring down at him a woman was glaring through the window, and he hurried back to grab his suitcase, cursing himself for being so stupid. What had he been thinking? He’d be lucky if they didn’t call the police on him. Yet, as he walked on, he was almost certain that the woman looking down at him had been… smiling.

*****

Dejected, and thoroughly frustrated with himself, he returned to the station, hoping that whoever had caught him looking inside their home - if it had been a home - wouldn’t have the town sherriffs tracking him down. 

Back on the platform he resigned himself to waiting for a train. It was the only choice left to him, really. Although he had checked everywhere, he found no timetable or guides. There was nothing to indicate when the next train would be or where it would be going. What he hadn’t noticed before was that there was only one set of tracks. That was odd. Surely that would cause havoc if one train had to pass the other. Or perhaps trains only passed one way through New Borstwick, he mused… although that made no sense. How was anyone ever supposed to leave?

In any case, he rested on a wooden bench against one wall of the small office which, judging by the dust on the windows, was never used. However long it would be, he would just have to wait here for the next train. He made himself as comfortable as he could and rested his head back. Hopefully he could just sleep there for a while and wouldn’t get picked up for vagrancy.

Another figure arrived at last, and he was somewhat relieved. He had begun to get nervous staring out into pitch darkness along the tracks either way, the barest silhouettes of pines in either direction. Surely they must have known the schedule if they lived here, or at least they must have known if a train would be there soon, or they wouldn’t have come to the station. 

Only as they grew closer, however, did he realise they were in uniform. Swallowing, he tried to make himself look as presentable as he could - the last thing he needed was to spend a night in a cell convincing the police he wasn’t just some wanderer. He thoroughly hoped she hadn’t been sent to find the guy staring in through windows. 

However, as she closed with him, he also realised they were much taller than he had expected. The woman casually walking down the side of the tracks was easily the tallest woman he’d ever seen, even taller than that hotel operator must have been. She had to be easily ten feet tall, maybe more. 

His mouth dropped open. He hadn’t been imagining things. Those women before… they were giant! Suddenly he was fully alert, this massive woman casually strolling towards him was simply… impossible! Yet there she was. Easily the largest woman - hell, largest person - he had ever seen.

In the stark light of the station she seemed to grow out of the ground, her body getting thicker and wider the higher one looked. Thighs thicker than his own body squeezed together atop shapely calves, which balanced her even more ludicrous body on top of it. 

She didn’t seem to notice him at first, or at least, didn’t seem to find his presence out of the ordinary. Yet when he thought she caught him staring, she seemed to grin. In spite of himself he spoke loudly, trying to fill the space between him and her. 

“Uh, sorry, I couldn’t find… is there a train coming soon?”

“Oh, are you leaving soon?” She asked, her casual pace bringing her closer to him, each step emphasizing her sheer size compared to him. 

Ten feet may have been an underestimate, he realised. With each step, her massive body shuddered, and Daniel found himself scooting a little further away from her on the bench without thinking about it. Even so, he couldn’t take his eyes off her, and not only out of apprehension. Well proportioned cellulite rose out of her every curve, and above it all, her truly astounding breasts squeezed into a scandalously tight light blue shirt which was either missing half its buttons, or had been deliberately left half-open to display cleavage which would make anybody stop and stare. 

Had she not been so tall he might have assumed she was smuggling record-setting watermelons in there, but given her sheer proportions they were simply large even for her size. On any normal sized woman they would have been almost her entire bodyweight again, yet this giantess walked as casually as if she was entirely unburdened in mind or body. 

“Y-yeah, well, no actually. I guess I don’t know. I’m going to, uh, Galomitera?” 

As the thickly bodied giantess came closer and closer, she was soon well within his personal space, and brought her face down to within an inch of his. 

“Awww, well of course you are sweetie.” She soothed, and patted his shoulder. “The train from here only stops in one place after all.”

He straightened his shirt nervously, unable to look the rail operator in the eye. 

“Uh, th-thanks… when is the train?”

“Oh, it’ll be along very soon, especially now you’re here.” She cryptically answered, and simply smiled. Her pat of his shoulder turned into a soothing rub, though her cryptic answer did little to answer him, or assuage his concerns. 

Yet just as he was about to ask her more, she stood upright and continued on her walk. Unable to resist, he looked after her as she walked, whistling as she went. Her long, lithe legs seemed to stretch on forever, and it was only as he was none-too-subtly ogling her ass when he realised she was staring back at him. 

For what felt like the next hour he determined to fix his eyes squarely on the rockface on the other side of the tracks from him out of sheer embarassment, his ears burning the entire time. At every little sound, a rustle of the wind or a branch cracking in the distance amidst the rows of trees around, he jumped. However the officer never returned, seemingly content to leave Daniel to his isolation. 

Daniel did drift off at one point. The harsh lighting made it difficult but when he drew his jacket over his face he just about managed it. 

He heard the train long before he saw its lights in the distance, lighting up the faint mist in the very early morning air. It approached slowly, deliberately, like a predator skulking amidst the undergrowth until it rounded the bend and crawled into the station. Still, Daniel would rather take an ominous train over the town he’d just trekked through.

Something about that place had just felt… wrong. As he thought about it while he fetched his belongings he went through everything he’d seen. It hadn’t just been his imagination - that was surely an odd experience, right? In any case, he didn’t have to stay there any longer, and had no intention of coming back if he could help it. 

When the train arrived at last, perhaps a little quicker than was necessary, he hurried aboard - almost forgetting his suitcase in the process. He didn’t even notice until he was stepping up onto the carriage that this train was absolutely huge. Not long - no - but tall! Indeed as he stepped inside, the far wall was much further away than he was used to. Its interior was more the size of a small plane than a train carriage. Had another man been standing on his shoulders they might not have been able to touch the roof of it.

It took him a few moments to realise but the train car was quite opulent too. Indeed, it looked more like something akin to the orient express than a simple countryside town car. 

What really began to stand out to him was how simply massive everything was. Indeed the seating looked fit for three people abreast at least, yet was so deep he doubted his feet would reach the edge. Looking up, he realised the roof of the carriage had to be fifteen feet up. He couldn’t really stop staring as the ancient woodwork and plush seating really threw him for a spin, but when a hand grasped his wrist he was thrown from his stupor. 

“Mr Lauris?” They asked, and he started at the touch. 

“Uh, yes…” 

Daniel couldn’t believe it. It was like some dream he just couldn’t wake up from. This woman seemed even taller than the railway station guard before, given she seemed to easily fill even the cavernous space of the carriage. Like all the others before her, she rose at least ten feet or more above him, and was wide enough he was certain she could never have fit into a normal train. Voluptuous thighs spilled out either side of a lime green outfit that seemed to be her uniform, and he was once again struggling to comprehend the enormous bust she was somehow fitting into that tight shirt.

It was almost too much for his tired mind to handle. These women were simply massive. Was he dreaming? Was this all a hallucination brought on by his sleep deprived mind? His poor psyche was beginning to crack as he imagined just how incomprehensibly heavy this woman’s body must have been. Her breasts alone would likely have been enough to bowl him over, through their sheer size alone, each wider than his shoulders and likely large enough to smother his torso entirely. 

All the while, as he was still trying to process seeing yet another truly titanic woman that day, she was merely smiling down at him patiently. 

“I can take your coat and suitcase.” She eventually offered, sweetly. 

“Oh, no it’s okay, I’ll-” he began, suddenly very aware that he had just been staring at her all that time in disbelief; yet in a moment she had wrested his suitcase from his hand and was lifting his jacket up in such a way that if he didn’t raise his arms he’d be lifted off the ground!

Unsure how to respond, he stood in stunned silence as she busied away with his belongings. In the end he was almost unable to form the thoughts he felt he normally would have. Given the ludicrous size of these women, he was surprised to even be surprised by their over-familiarity. He just assumed passengers on this train were usually quite familiar with this kind of treatment from the staff, andhe reasoned that it was probably just a sign of the closeness of their community. 

Indeed, it would have been quite close judging by the low traffic to and from it. He was struck by not only the cavernous size of the train, but now also how quiet it was. Indeed, the three massive carriages seemed entirely empty aside from them. He appeared to be, apart from the giant woman who had taken his bag and presumably a driver, the only passenger aboard. 

“You have a private booth in the third carriage. I’ll show you.” The returning giantess said softly, and gently guided him through a pair of towering doors which - he noted - were locked. 

She however seemed unperturbed, and turned out to have a keyring on a necklace with which she reached down past him to unlock the connecting dividers.

As she did so, her massive breasts pressed into and then spilled over his shoulder as he stood by waiting for her to open it. At first he thought it was merely her stomach, but as her pillowy soft breast soon was pressing against his cheek he blushed furiously as her sheer size difference caused her bust to fall just to his head height when she bent over. 

Achingly slowly she fiddled with the keys, moving one, observing another, then trailing it around the comparitively tiny keyring she held to check the next one. All the while every tiny movement she made pressed her breast just a little closer to his cheek, and he was sure by now she would feel the sheer heat of his embarrassment against her even through her thin, silky shirt. Chewing his lip he felt his cock coming to life of its own accord, when she at last held up a key in triumph.

“Here we are…” she offered softly, and slid the key into the lock before opening it, gesturing him to pass through. 

To his relief, the same key seemed to open the next door too, and he was just about able to avoid her chest as he sank his back to the wall. He felt his already red cheeks flush even hotter for a moment, though, as he watched her place the small keyring on its chain back firmly between her massive breasts. 

Moving through, she directed him to a cabin which - to his shock - was about the size of a fairly upmarket hotel room. 

“Please make yourself comfortable, I’m afraid it is quite a long trip from here to Galomitera. By the time you wake up tomorrow, though, I assure you you’ll be there.” She said sweetly, closing the door behind him. “We’ll make sure of it.”

He looked back at her at those last words, yet the door was shut before he could read her expression. 

Turning back to his room, as ‘cabin’ didn’t quite seem to describe it, he jumped as a small click took him by surprise. Had she… just locked the door behind him?

“Hello?” He asked, yet got no response. 

Sighing, he realised with not a small degree of defeat that he was too exhausted to care. He lifted himself a foot from the ground and fell back onto the absurdly large seating behind him, and with his legs dangling over the edge was easily able to rest his whole body on the cushioning without his head even touching the backrest.

He was about to ask himself why everything was so large, but the answer seemed quite obvious. The hotel clerk, the rail worker, the train porter… everybody here was practically a giant. Or rather, a giantess, he corrected. He hadn’t actually seen any men since he’d gotten off the train, he dimly realised. 

Chuckling to himself for a moment, he briefly considered why that might be. If he had a girlfriend that size he might never leave his home again. 

For a moment he considered checking his paperwork was in order, only to remember his suitcase had been taken from him. Had he not known better he’d have assumed he was travelling to some dictatorship on a guarded train. 

The gentle ka-chuk ka-chuk ka-chuk of the carriage as the train set off was soothing, yet he couldn’t see out of the window as the glass was frosted, so it was hard to gauge how fast they were going. 

From the motion of the train it felt like a leisurely speed, however, and he only hoped it would pick up soon. Not that it mattered much, he reasoned. After all, there wasn’t much else for him to do in the mean time. 

A gentle music began to play from somewhere, and he at first sat upright to listen to it. Yet as he focused, the music seemed to fade, only to gently return the moment he stopped listening for it. 

For a short while he tried to triangulate it, moving his head around to locate the source of it, but it was maddening, like chasing smoke in the dark. It seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, and yet nowhere. 

Eventually he relented, lying back and just letting the music gently drift into his ears. Indeed, the more relaxed he became, the easier the music was to hear. Indeed, occasionally he was almost sure he heard a voice whispering just beneath the notes, in a soothing tone. 

Trying to listen to the words was even harder than the notes, though, and again he found himself slipping into a dreamful state as the melody gently worked its way into his mind. 

The feeling of those massive breasts was still practically imprinted onto his skin, and he was sure he had never before seen anybody so well endowed in his entire life. Their sheer effortless softness had almost robbed him of breath when they’d touched him. 

Pursing his lips for a moment he felt his inhibitions loosen, and his fingers drifted down to similarly loosen his trousers. 

The door to his cabin opened, and he struggled to lift himself upright. However he found it far more difficult than it should have been, even half asleep his body was sluggish and slow to respond, and he found it harder to coordinate his movement. 

He was only barely able to bring himself upright to disguise the now truly heroic erection he was sporting by crossing his hands over his lap. 

“Oh hello there little one, it looks like we’ll be sharing this cabin.” The arrival announced, and busied herself into the room. 

She was, in a word, massive. Though her sheer height and mass were by now far less surprising than it otherwise would have been, it was still a shock to see someone so tall and thickly built move so elegantly. Even given those women he had seen thus far, though, she was easily the largest person he had ever laid eyes on. Hell, even given the massive dimensions of the train carriage, she had to duck her head down to fit inside the door. 

Indeed, it was shocking enough that he at first didn’t even question her. Wasn’t this supposed to be his private cabin? 

“W-wait, share…?” He murmured, struggling with his words more than he’d expected to. 

“Oh why yes, I’m afraid the rest of the train is absolutely full!” She announced, turning to him at last. 

Full? That made no sense. He hadn’t seen a soul aboard when he’d gotten on, and he certainly hadn’t heard anyone. 

Flowing curly brown hair framed a pleasant face, deep brown eyes sat atop thick, plush lips curled into a smile. Her rosy complexion in the faded light of the cabin brought her pale skin into stunning contrast. Plump cheeks and soft features spoke to a very gentle disposition, yet something about her eyes hinted at darker motives. 

However, her kindly appearance belied a body which was utterly beyond anything even his most outlandish sexual fantasies could have conjured. She sported what were simply the largest breasts he’d ever seen. Each had to be larger than his whole upper body, likely much more, and they nestled within a tight brown knitted sweater - the neckline of which plunged dangerously low, so much so he could practically see her navel. How she kept those gargantuan breasts within the material was beyond him, and indeed they looked set to spill forth at any moment. 

A similarly thick and plump stomach left her figure well rounded, and filled out her thighs equally so. Indeed not only did she have to duck to get through the door, but turn sideways, as her hips must have easily been six feet wide from his perspective. Her hands were clasped in front of her as she seemed to be taking a keen interest in observing him. 

He on the other hand seemed to have entirely forgotten how ludicrous her claim of the train being full was, as the utter vision of feminine beauty that she was had forced any other thoughts but her from his mind. All of his remaining mental processing was now focused on imagining just what she would look like without those clothes…

“Oh, uh… sorry…” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. “I was just…”

“Awww, you poor dear, I hope I didn’t wake you.” She cooed, suddenly bending over and bringing her stunning rack well into his dazed eyesight. “No need to apologise. You must have had such a long journey.”

“I just, um… uh…” he mumbled, quickly forgetting his worries as her massive breasts gently swayed within their cottony confines. 

“Although, if it’s okay, I would like to sit down. It’s been quite a trek for me as well.”

He pushed himself up and looked across to realise there was only one seat in the cabin. A few seconds ticked by as he realised that meant she would be sitting next to him the entire journey, when he’d been planning to sleep there. 

What had once seemed like ludicrously large seating now felt awfully small when he was going to have to share it with someone so much larger in size. 

“O-oh… uh, yeah, of course…” 

Resigned, he shifted to one side, his hands sinking into the thick pillowy cushions as he struggled to move over enough. 

In a few moments, though, she had turned and lowered herself down, sitting directly in the centre of the bench and giving him barely any room as her thigh nearly came down on top of his leg. As her fleshy waist spread out he was soon pressed up against the cabin wall, only for him to realise her colossal bust was similarly leaving him very little room on its own. 

“Ah, so much better, wouldn’t you agree?” She purred, gently petting his thigh. 

His whole body tensed at her touch, terrified that she would feel the absolutely raging erection only barely disguised under his hands, and yet as she stroked his thigh he could feel his tension bubbling away. 

“Awww, so tense… did all that travelling get you all worked up?” She asked softly, her breath cascading down her chest to gently brush across his face. 

“N-nnh.” 

He responded in a non-committal little murmur, as her touch ever so gradually worked away at his apprehension. 

“Oh my… you know, we don’t get many men out here. I do hope you plan on being a gentleman… what with us being all alone in this cabin.”

She giggled cutely, and in so doing, her massive sweater puppies jiggled mere inches from his face. 

“Y-ye-yes. Um.” He managed, unsure quite what to say. 

“Oh, I’m only teasing. Please, relax.” She reassured him, gently squeezing his thigh in a way that had exactly the opposite effect. “Besides, we girls from Galomitera are so much bigger than you boys… why, I doubt you could do anything to hurt me… or stop me.”

Daniel mumbled something that sounded like “yeah, right,” but even he wasn’t quite sure what he’d said in that moment. 

For her part, she didn’t seem to mind at all, just resuming her casual stroking of the thigh of the total stranger sitting next to her as if it were the most normal thing in the world. 

“You must be visiting someone, right?” She inquired, ever so slightly pressing her hand to his as she stroked, as if trying to nudge his aside. 

“Y-uhhh-ss.” 

“Oh how sweet, what a lucky girl they must be… having such a cute guy visit them.” She giggled again, her breath tickling against his ear. 

“Ss-suh, uh, a not social call. I - I’m selling… selling… something.” 

Between the way her stroking was making him feel and the proximity of her body, and to not a small degree that gentle music still playing in the back of his mind, he was finding it incredibly difficult to form words, let alone speak them coherently. Still, he made a valiant effort, and she seemed to get his meaning. 

“Oh I see, you must be a very big businessman… well, back in your world at least.” She added with a sweet grin, resting her body weight against him ever so slightly. “So many stresses and worries, so many big thoughts to keep in that little head of yours…”

Her hand was now pressing into his every time it moved up his thigh, and every time his insistence on keeping it there grew a little weaker. 

“Such a sweet boy… wouldn’t it be so much nicer to not have to worry about all those complicated things?” She asked innocently, as he felt his grip on both his own lap and own thoughts begin to weaken. 

“Uhhh, yeah… I um, I go on… a holiday once a… year.”

“Once a year?” She asked, lifting her other hand to her mouth in faux-surprise. “Oh my, well that simply won’t do. Such a sweet little thing like you needs to… relax.”

She reached down with her other hand, taking his hand in hers and lifting it up. He felt like a kitten given how strong her grip was, and he was totally helpless to stop her exposing his now utterly throbbing cock tenting the material of his trousers. Of course that was only made worse when the act of bending closer to him had well and truly smothered his face into the side of her bosom for a few solid seconds. 

“Oh my,” she said with false shock, as her hand at last found what it had been looking for, encasing his cock through his trousers, “so stiff… such a poor little thing, you should have told me you were all tense like this.”

Admonishing him, she gently stroked his cock now, even as her other hand held his own hostage. 

“Don’t you worry, I’ve got something that always helps good little boys relax…” She cooed, and let go of his cock for a moment. 

She reached up to her sweater and slipped a finger between her breasts, only to pull out a necklace of her own. Unlike the train porter, however, her necklace featured a rather ornate spiral. 

“This little necklace of mine makes it so much easier for sweet little boys to relax around me… they always find it just soooo easy to stare into my little necklace.”

Gently, she laid the spiral out atop her breasts, and turned a little to face him as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders, turning him to face her breasts in turn. 

“Do you see it? Such a pretty purple spiral, isn’t it? Why don’t you look a little closer…?”

Daniel was sure he should probably be objecting, yet as anyone can tell you when a massive-breasted giantess is encouraging you to stare into her tits, it’s quite difficult to form an objection at the best of times, and he was hardly operating at 100% given how flustered she had made him. 

“Ohh, uhhm.” He mumbled, turning beet red as he was coerced into staring directly into her cleavage where the spiral sat. “It’s, it’s pretty, it’s… actually… very pretty.”

He hadn’t noticed at first, but the spiral seemed to be slowly spinning. Indeed, as she twirled her finger around in front of his eyes, the spiral behind it seemed to be spinning at precisely the same speed, drawing his gaze ever closer in. 

“Isn’t it so pretty? Doesn’t it just make you feel all sleepy and relaxed for me?”

Daniel nodded a little, it really did. She really did have such a beautiful… necklace. 

“Such a good boy, just stare into Mommy’s big tits, look into the pretty spiral…”

Distantly, he thought he’d just heard her call herself ‘Mommy’, but that barely factored into his conscious thoughts. Indeed, as the pretty spiral sat atop her gently swaying breasts - his eyes moving back and forth to keep track of the pretty purple spiral as it moved every so slightly in time with her tits - his conscious thoughts were growing fewer in number as time wore on. 

“What a sweet little boy… you’re going to love living in Galomitera, I can just tell…”

That was silly, he wasn’t going to live there. He was just visiting. Visiting… someone. For… something. Wasn’t that important, really, all he cared about right now was the way her breasts perfectly framed her spiral necklace. 

Well, he was also increasingly quite acutely aware of - and caring quite deeply about - the magic her fingers were working on his cock. 

“Such a good boy… I wonder if maybe he needs a little more help relaxing…”

In contrast to her words, she gently worked a finger under his arm to rub the sensitive skin hidden there, to which his dazed body instantly twitched a little from even the tiny movements of her finger. The mystery woman grinned at that, as if finding something she’d been looking for. 

“Oh dear, such a sensitive thing aren’t you… awww, it’s okay, Mommy knows to be extra gentle with sweet boys like you… but for now, I think you just need to rest.” She kissed the top of his head and, panting softly, he blushed. 

“Boys like you need a very… special touch.”

He shivered against her, as her arm wrapped around him now descended to run its fingertips along the underside of his length, pressed so firmly into the material. 

Somehow it was impossible not to feel like a child compared to this giant of a woman, and she made him feel even smaller than he already did by acting so… motherly. 

“That’s it, just rest your head on my breasts… and relax. Stare into the pretty spiral and sleep for me…”

His eyelids grew heavy and as the train gently bounced, so did her breasts. Her skin was so warm, and her bosom so soft, that he couldn’t help but groan in satisfaction. Any sense of apprehension vanished as any thoughts at all except those she was pouring into his head slowly leaked out, forming a rather obvious wet patch on the front of his clothes. 

“Such a sleepy boy… so much easier to relax… just rest, sweetie. I promise when you wake up you’ll be right where you belong.”

The gentle sway of her breast beneath his cheek was lulling Daniel to sleep as if being rocked like a babe. She petted his hair soothingly, even has her fingers danced around the outline of his cock, ensuring his dreams would be far from restful. As his eyes finally closed, the last thing he saw was her pretty spiral necklace, and the massive bust it sat atop.