Giantess Butt Crush Novels & Stories

She giggled and pulled him in for a hug not without casting me a dirty look and flicks her gaze to him. The bitch wore a black thong and small boob clothing to cover her nipples because she was bug busted with a huge ass and tiny legs with her full lips and high cheek bones filled with heavy make up. There was no way in hell she wasn't botched and didn't have a plastic surgeon attending to her body every visit.

It was not something we did often so she was very eager. She really had a wonderful tiny butt, I do not know how any man would not want to "dive in" to feel it against his face and tongue. Her buns fit my hands so perfectly. I know that Gracie and Abril had great bottoms too, smooth and round without flaw, I just had the urge to fuck them. But Li's buns fill my hand so perfectly, it was an incredible feeling that those two larger girls (Li is 4 foot 9) had grown well past. Even Resha, who is closest to Li's size, has a large bottom for her size. Li's bottom strongly impelled me toward this act.

It crumbled into ashes before it could even scream. Another giant came at me, swinging a massive club. I caught it midair with one hand, my grip crushed the weapon into splinters. With a smirk, I grabbed the giant by the throat and slammed it into the ground so hard that the earth cracked beneath us. The Red Alpha’s strength was unstoppable. Nyx and Akira weren’t standing idle either.

Rose Watson spent years surviving two things: poverty… and David Robinson. Soccer prodigy. Male model. Arrogant jerk. He made fun of her weight and her poverty. She made sure he regretted opening his mouth. They fight. They insult each other. They can't stand being in the same room. Until one engagement changes everything. Forced to work side by side, Rose discovers that her worst enemy is hiding secrets she never expected—and David realizes the "fat girl" he mocked all his life is the only woman he can't walk away from. But when hatred turns into desire, and old wounds refuse to heal. Who will surrender first? Her biggest bully. His greatest nemesis. One lov

Slowly, I grabbed the hem of my top and dragged it over the huge implants. The soft material dragged across my silver piercings making me whine. " Uhhhh..." My massive globes flopped out, swaying like overfilled water balloons. They were so fucking huge, looking too big for my small frame. I looked like tits with a head and legs. "Fuckkkkkk..." The sleazy man groaned, leaning so close it was as if he wanted to push out into the screen. He was practically foaming at the mouth. "Your tits looks ridiculous, girl. My friend told me they were huge but this is insane. Shake em for me.."

Always female and never not annoying. "God, he's so handsome," one mumbles. "Sexy," the other one corrects her. "Bet Poppy's fucking him." I frown. God, I fucking wish she were fucking me. To my dismay, the two of them ride with me down to the ground level, and when the doors open, I push through them to get out first, but then I turn around and slam my arm against the elevator doors to keep them from closing. I look at them both very carefully.

She dropped her book, used the hood of her hoodie to converter hair, and then she put her face on her folded arms against the table. Soon the teacher came in and while he was still telling everyone to settle down, she heard someone tap the seat she was sitting on with their leg and he said in a deep lower pitch voice. “Get the fuck up from my seat, bitch.” She heard. The voice made her inside jump and she could feel butterflies in her lower belly. The voice was so sexy, with the way he spoke, she was sure his face would match his voice, but that didn’t mean anyone would call her a bitch and she would take it.

He replied in a same tone making me to blush hearing the word crush. Damn him. "It was just a mere infatuation Mr.Arthur Knight." I said gaining my composer. "Yeah. You would know better, the famous stalker." He said in a sardonic voice with his playful smirk. "Says the famous stalker who couldn't accept the rejection." I retorted with the same playful smirk. "You surely have changed a lot but your anger is still at the tip of your nose." He placed his index finger on my nose and I felt tingling sensation at the contact.

I'd endeared myself to her with my tales of male woe, and she thought it was cute I'd decided to give the Y a try. I came out of my bedroom in a fitted, cotton dress. The red brought out the highlights in my dark-brown hair, made my skin look flawless with little makeup, and elongated my flat tummy. The brown, leather knee-high boots took my legs from long to endless. Every asset I had was now perfectly displayed. "Damn, Giselle. Why don't you just meet her at a hotel? You look like a high-class hooker." "I most certainly do not." I spun to give my best friend the full view.