Greg kicked his feet against her legs in vain attempts at escape but he couldn't the leverage he needed and just ended up tapping Laura's long calves feebly. He was shocked at the size difference between them; his own long feet only about half the size of her's. The arm that held him was thin, but very long and shapely. The taut biceps were slightly glistening from the mild heat and constant exertion. Greg started to stare at her large and shining breasts, that were both about the size and shape of a dark tan bowling ball; he could easily make out the slim layer of muscle beneath each one. The sight of so much strong and expanded female flesh was beginning to arouse him, but the feeling quickly faded as Laura pushed him through their bedroom door and the jolting pain in his joints returned.

  He forced his wincing eyes back open as he heard Laura grunting with effort. Greg looked up to see her gigantic body filling up the whole doorway. Her legs were bent awkwardly as she knelt down even lower to fit underneath the top of the frame. Her right shoulder bumped into the corner of it in her haste to stand back up straight and the wood snapped; a sharp piece breaking away and falling to the carpet. He looked around the bedroom that he had become trapped in, his only egress blocked by twelve feet of enraged woman. He began to scoot away to find some semblance of cover.

  Laura got on her knees and sat upright. Greg cringed in the corner holding a pillow over his face, unsure of what to do.

  "Come here you little twerp. You've lounged around long enough," she reached out to him with her long, right arm.

  He gasped at the sight of her hand as it came closer, the outstretched fingers giving the illusion of growing once more as they advanced towards him.

  "It's time you did a little work in this house," she grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him over with a handful of coarse hair. With a firm push, she forced him down to his own knees in front of her strong, and spread open thighs, "starting right here."

  Her overwhelming sense of power over him excited her and a warm scent emanated out from between her long legs.

  "Well, GET TO IT!"

  With a flick of her wrist she plunged him face first into her waiting crotch. Greg clenched his eyes shut as he felt the front half of his head press against her warmth; Laura immediately gave out a heavy moan in pleasure as she began to work it around and around. All he could do was take the punishment she inflicted on him and gasp for breath whenever he had the leverage to escape the pulsating folds of her giant labia; he flailed his arms about, beating on the thick pillars of her thighs. She just used the gentle vibrations of his fists as they traveled through her body, adding to the building stimulation and coming release.

  Greg tried to look at her face when he gained a brief reprieve, but his view was obstructed by her heaving breasts which were becoming moist from the perspiration of her exertions. Her nipples had become fully erect and stood out more than an inch from the compacting base. Her shallowing breathing started to became erratic as the intensity of her rubbing increased. With a forceful hand, twitching with orgasmic spasms, Laura pushed Greg's head fully into her.

  Greg felt her consume him as the glistening pink flesh took him up to the base of his shoulders. She clenched down on his neck with tightening muscles and he did his best to let out a gurgling scream. With it, Laura climaxed. She threw back her head and her brunette mane flew out in all directions. She raised herself off of her seat and her breasts scraped along the ceiling; their firmness breaking through the plaster and white snow filtered down as Greg's head and torso became drenched in the warm fluid produced by her ecstasy. In the faint background he could hear her groans of euphoria as his head was squeezed from all directions.

  Laura drifted down from her peak after almost a full minute. Her spent body trembled lightly and she looked down as she held Greg in her oversized hands; he was fairly sticky and dusted with a dull white chalk.

  "That was, actually pretty good," she breathed lustily. She brushed a small cloud of ceiling powder from her breast and a shiver coursed through her body. She smiled down at the still struggling captive she held fast as she cocked an eyebrow. "Hmm, I can't have you running away in the night now can I?"

  Greg wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

  "Pl ... please let me go. I'll never push you around again, I swear ba..., I mean Laura," Greg pleaded with her as she pushed him into a desk chair. It didn't take much for her to keep him seated, his compliance brought upon by a mixture of her strength and his fatigue. She reached for an extension cord; one side of the bedroom went dark as it popped out of the wall.

  "I don't think so Greg," she disconnected a lamp cord and tossed it aside. "A couple of lame apologies isn't going to make up for the years of social neglect and the subservience I've had to put up with just to please you and everyone else," she tugged on the extension to test her knot after winding it around one of the chair's legs. She began to coil the long, make-shift rope around his prone body, securely fastening him into place. "It's been too long since I've had a turn to relax, it's been too long since someone did something for me. This damn town has been nothing but pain and exhaustion for as long as I can remember," Laura paused a second in thought. "Now things are going to be different," she smiled again and Greg couldn't bare to look at it, "oh yes, things are going to get a whole lot better."

  Laura finished tying Greg into the chair; he was tightly bound with the cord pressing into his skin in a number of places. Satisfied, she flopped down onto the bed which groaned under her weight and then broke at the leg posts with a resounding crack. She just laughed and tucked herself on the mattress as best as she could. Within minutes, she was sound asleep.

  Greg tried aimlessly to free himself but the cord was too tight and he was unable to get enough leverage to work on the numerous knots. His body ached and he eventually gave up, allowing his damp head to slump forward.

  After a while, he too fell asleep.

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  It was a nice, quiet morning and that was the way Burt liked it.

  He got into the town's movie theater early that morning so he could sweep up and get the concession stand straightened out. The night before it had been the site of the Varney brothers' latest quarrel. Luckily nothing had been broken, but the popcorn was about three inches deep and he discovered that underneath it was a nice sticky film of coke and root beer concentrated syrup.

  If he had known how bad it was going to be, he would of have had Laura come in and clean it up that afternoon. She did nice work.

  Burt turned on the small black and white television that was resting on the clean and wiped counter. He kept it in the supply closet for times like this or when he was tired of watching the movie he was playing up in the projection booth for the people of Paradise. He picked up his large broom and dust pan as he listened to the steady droll of an overconfident news reporter.

  "...where crews are still sifting through the devastation and thousands are being kept away from their jobs for an undetermined period of time.

  "Once again, our top news story is a devastating earthquake centered in downtown Los Angeles that has caused billions of dollars in damage to the commercial high rises. The U.S. Government has declared it a 'Federal Disaster Area' and sealed it off completely from the press and the public. While we don't know the extent of the destruction, it seems that most of it is just in the business district of downtown L.A and that the surrounding area was generally unaffected by the quake.

  "I know that may seem unlikely; it does to this reporter. Considering it supposedly happened in the middle of the afternoon and I sure as hell didn't feel anything ... What? ... You can't say 'hell' on this network? ... Well why the hell not? ... Fuck the FCC! ... I'm on the air live and I think they're feeding me a bunch of bullshit. I'll say whatever I damn well please! ... They are aren't they? Well Cathy, you can tell those prick bastards that they can pucker up and kiss my rosy red..."

  Burt switched it off and went back to sweeping as he laughed to himself. He had to get the projector ready for the next screening of 'Star Wars : The Phantom Menace' which had been playing at his theater for five months now as of last weekend; and for a town with only five hundred people in it, that was certainly one for the books. He smiled, believing this would be the only highlight he would have today.

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