After a few jars and a few pubs, I was getting restless. R was wearing a low cut top and tight jeans. Great ass and big big tits. I could feel my cock...swelling, starting to throb and leak precum in my jeans thinking about sucking on those huge tits. My problem was our colleague...great bloke but to be frank not 3sum material. I don’t do short fat bald blokes!We ended up in a pub with a live band. We were all stood together and R stood in front of me complaining about a pain in her shoulder.. She'd been avoiding most of them since the Game had started: seeing them reminded her of her real life, the one she would be returning to soon, and that made her feel guilty and ashamed about what she had been doing. Still, she knew it was time to start figuring out if she'd burned any bridges over the last few weeks, and Karen was the best person to "feel out" since they always ate lunch alone together."Ask me what?" Alina said with a smile. She'd been nervous at the start of lunch but after. I could feel him struggling beneath the mountain of tit flesh... though without much luck. There was no way that he was going to be able to budge me. Hell, I couldn't really budge myself when I was so large that my tits were each larger than my body... and I had enhanced strength. "I thought most guys wanted to go out buried in breasts," I teased. However, the final gunman was still there and I couldn't just stand there while he took shots at me. So with that, I quickly shrunk my breasts back. . again. I was in the same room, those were the same steps... that was his BMW... "Ya, I knew you liked my cock, you bitch boi cocksucker. Huh? You like sucking my fat cock?" He yelled at me. "ghhffmmmmNOguhhh" I tried to fight back through the haze, but it was of no use. I knew it too, I didn't have the strength, and soon... I stopped caring. "Oh ya, then why is your cock so hard, huh cumslut?" Huh? What's he talking about? The r****t now pinning my wrists that were together with one hand, and.