Family Garden Ch. 01

Chapter 1

City Life

8:00 am - The cacophony of the class annoyed Heather as she sat waiting for the bell to ring. The start of the week, the start of the day -- homeroom in the morning, everyone seemed to be filled with energy while she felt like she had grit in her eyes. She would rather be in bed -- thank god this was her last year, being 18 and a year behind sucked. If she had applied herself she would only have had half days, she regretted that now.

It was the middle of winter now as she bundled up until she was formless mannish shape and yet her ass was always cold and her massive J-cup tits always sweltering. Her coat was off while she was sitting in the classroom with the arms tied about her small 24" waist; she used her coats or sweaters in this manner almost all school year to cover up her most embarrassing body part -- to disguise her 49" wide hips and bubble butt and curvy 25" thighs.

(DING DING DING....) Rang the bell through the school signaling that everyone should be in homeroom and seated. The noise hurt her ears as it did for everyone by the way they flinched at the sound. It also took way too long.

The teacher stood up and started taking attendance. The droning off of the names was tedious until a hand snuck around her left shoulder to grab a handful of her ample watermelon breast and proceeded to squeeze hard producing a squawk from her as she jumped from the groping, batted the hand away and while still half in her chair swung her left hand around in a fist catching the guy in the jaw.

It was Michael, he was an ass.

Jumping out of her chair Heather raised her right fist to follow up, but then leaned in close knowing a fight would just be more humiliating for her and get her in trouble, she whispered through gritted teeth, "If you ever touch me again I will yank off those jelly beans you call testicles and that turtle you call a dick - got it!"

Smiling he nodded, "It was worth it."

As she turned to sit back down trembling as she blushed profusely as she realized everyone in the class room was staring at her.

"Michael, go to the office now," the teacher said, "Sexual harassment is not allowed in school. Get out now!"

The teacher, Mrs. Critchen, visibly shook with outrage at the scene.

"Are you all right Heather," Mrs. Critchen asked having come over and knelt beside her, "Do you need to go to the bathroom and collect yourself."

Oddly, Heather felt almost as embarrassed by the attention as by being groped by Michael. She was also surprised to feel tears on her cheeks and silently wiped them away as she answered with a heavy voice, "No, I am fine."

Michael wasn't the first boy to grope her breast, though he might have been the hardest to squeeze. It was how it was in school for her; the girls called her fat, wide load, thunder thigh's, dairy cow and such. The boys -- well the ones that thought as the girls did ignored her, the gay boys ignored her which was fine, and all the rest of the boys as well as some of more aggressive lesbians felt inclined to grab her ass and tits liberally.

The worst had been a linebacker built lesbian named Joan. Joan outweighed her by a hundred pounds -- a hundred pounds of muscle two months ago just a day after her 18th birthday. Joan had caught her in the gym shower, self-conscious she had waited until everyone had left the showers to change leave and she was alone.

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She had to wash fast there wasn't much time until the end of class and the start of her next. Her long buttocks length jet hair was up in a clip to keep it dry as she used soap in her hands to wash her face and neck first. She didn't wear makeup just a little clear lip-gloss she wasn't vain but she did think that the lip-gloss accented her pink lips very well -- her most attractive feature, she thought. Lathering a rag she started washing off her body at her shoulders and arms and 36" chest, under her arms to her watermelon sized J-cup breasts.

'God they are so heavy,' She thought lifting them to wash underneath then down her ribs and belly. Her taupe-brown skin glistened under the soap and water, a gift from her Asia-Indian mother, as her hands washed down her small 24" waist to her gargantuan 49" hips, 'God she felt like a caricature drawing.'

Holding her breasts with her left arm, she hunched as she used her right hand with bar of soap in hand to wash down her lower belly to her shaved taupe-brown pussy. Flicking the lips of her vulva making sure she was clean, then down her inner thighs before she moved her hand behind her to clean down the crack of her perfect apple shaped bubble butt.

Suddenly she was seeing stars as her head rebounded off the tile wall, and slid down to meet then ground.

"You are a pretty one," Joan sneered in her ear, "deceptively so, you dress like a guy -- with those baggy shirts tucked into you low-rise jeans, no one can see you have a perfect hour glass figure with those watermelons you call breasts and that perfect ghetto booty."

'Why was she so heavy all of a sudden,' Heather wandered?

Why wasn't Joan helping her up?

Why couldn't she move to get up?

Her arms wouldn't work with one trapped under her breasts and her body, the other was trapped in the small of her back. She wanted to scream for help! Why wasn't Joan getting whatever had fallen on her off?

Why couldn't she scream?

Why was it so hard to breathe?

"You have an intoxicating body," Joan whispered, "I think I will take you for myself!"

"What are you talking about," Heather rasped out of laboring lungs, before she felt Joan's hand caress her buttock, before Joan's hand divided her cheeks as her thumb plunged into rectum.

Heather felt as if her eyes where bugging out of her head; her mouth wide open in a voiceless scream she could only hear in her head as the two middle fingers of Joan's hand slipped into her pussy up to the knuckle slicing her hymen with her long sharp nails.

"Damn girl you're a virgin -- nice," Joan said incredulously, and then continued in a more satisfied tone, "Congratulations baby, you just lost your virginity to a girl. I was the first to fuck your naughty body! How's that feel?"

Heather couldn't say anything, she couldn't breathe, as Joan rubbed the linings of her vagina and rectum together and her last two fingers rubbed her clit. She kicked and wiggled, it only made Joan shift her weight further reducing Heathers ability to breathe. It felt like it went on forever as her body began to respond to the constant massage.

Why was it beginning to feel good?

Suddenly it felt as if she were a balloon, her vagina the hole you blew into blow it up until it burst in her head and she saw stars and her body went limp.

"I hope it was as good for you as it was for me," she heard Joan taunt, as darkness consumed Heather's consciousness.

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The Gym Teacher had found her later on. The Teacher assumed that she had slipped. Heather didn't dissuade her of the notion, but she always took showers with the class now, and anytime Joan came by she shook uncontrollably, if in the locker room she wet herself on many times.

The bell rang and she went to her first class. God when would this be over she thought as she rose to go to her first class?

10:00 am - Jason looked at the architectural plans drawn up for the house before him. He was a reserved man imposing enough he guessed to command authority; standing just under 6' tall with golden hair and green eyes. His hair was wavy and his shoulders where broad and strong from years of carpentry. He cut a good figure even if he still couldn't figure out how he had landed his goddess of a wife, otherwise his motto was 'Don't help ugly out'. He was not a beautiful man he knew that, but he did try to attain handsome or at least well dresses.

Using his iPad he videoed the framing in place before him over laid with a Auto-Cad program that rendered the house in 3d and using GPS allowing him to walk thru the house and see what was built and where it should have been according to the plans.

It all looked pretty good; the house was the first in a new development and was going well.

Walking out of the house a silver Suburban pulled up.

"Hey Jim, how's it going." Jason called out crossing the packed dirt that was the yard, strewn with materials and equipment.

"Hey Jason, it's not going so good man," Jim answered, tension etched on his face.

"What's going on?"

"Man, I got to let you go."

"What, why," Jason asked fervently feeling as if an iron vise had just griped his chest. The world felt like it was swaying just a little.

"I got to cut costs, I ran as far as I could when the real-estate bubble burst and the markets crashed but none of the homes are moving. I am in debt up to my ears and way beyond. This is the last house I build, I will manage it myself then I am going bankrupt. Sorry man!"

Jason still felt his world crumbling, how were they going to pay for the bills next month? They had no savings, and yet he felt pity for Jim and understood.

Bolstering himself Jason put out his hand to Jim to shake, "Well Jim, this house is well on its way. Thank you for the job the past ten years and I hope the best for you."

It wasn't the reaction Jim had expected, the look of shock spoke volumes, then taking Jason's hand he smiled, "Jason you're a good man. The best man I have -- had -- and you've shown remarkable grace, thank you. When I hire again I will give you a call."

"Thank you Sir," Jason said stoically, then after making sure he didn't have anything that belonged to the Job site or Jim he left.

He wasn't a big drinker but Jason certainly felt thirsty now.

10:30 pm - Charlene pushed the file cabinet closed with her hip as she moved to the next file cabinet found the drawer she needed and pulled it open. Filing the legal documents, she moved on again until the filing was done.

On her way back to her desk she took pride in her work, the pride of one that does her work well, of one that no matter the job she would perform it to the very best of her ability.

Straightening the things on her desk she sorted her next task out - items to notarize. The bell on the door rang and she looked up at the door to see the bulk mail delivery man standing before her.

"Delivery for Gorden, Dole, and Smit," he said quietly.

Signing for the package she took it.

"Thank you," She said as he smiled and exited.

Looking at the name, Donald Smit, she got up and trekked to his office. It was a small law office mostly dealing in 'Bankruptcy' and 'End of Life Planning' and a few 'Small Claim's' cases. She was the secretary for them and a paralegal and notary-public. They had five other paralegals as well, but she was senior to them all and quite often she did their jobs and hers.

Knocking on Donald's door, he was on the phone waving her permission, she went in and set his parcel on his desk then began to leave.

"Wait a sec Charlene," Donald said his hand on the phone.

Standing there she began to feel nervous. The call took about ten more minutes before Donald hung up and took a breath.

"I -- We have reviewed your request for a raise Charlene," Donald said getting up and directing her to the couch, motioning for her to sit, and then closing the door he sat in a chair directly opposite of her, "by way of review it been ten years since your daughter turned eight."

"Yes sir." Charlene confirmed.

"So, why now if I may ask?"

"Sir?"

"Why now? You have gotten raises before. You have been here for ten years happy with what you make. The pay raise you are negotiating is pretty substantial. Why now, after ten years?"

"Well sir, times change and quite honestly I am worth that much to you. You have five other paralegals and I do as much work and as any three of them."

"Are you sure about that?" Donald asked a contemplative look on his face.

"Yes Sir, I am. I have tracked their performance and my own as well as you partners, I can produce them if you wish," she said determinedly as she began to move to get up.

Putting his hand on her knee he motioned for her to stay put. "There is no need, I have seen them and compared them again my own. You do -- do good work, and you are very much worth the raise you have proposed, but I have a counter offer."

Charlene decided it was a good time to be quiet and waited for the counter offer.

Reaching over for a briefcase, opening it and pulling out a very thick file he set it on the brief case with both hands over the file as his fingers lightly taped it.

"In this file is a contract and non-discloser agreement," pulling out a form he handed it to her, "sign here saying that you will not speak of this offer to anyone, breaking the contract will result in immediate dismissal and a possible civil suit at our discretion."

Looking Donald in the eyes, Charlene could not fathom any reason for a non-discloser on a counter offer, and yet she signed it anyway and handed it back.

"Good," Donald said and pulled out the rest of the forms, "We will not only meet the wage increase that you have asked for but increase it another twenty-five percent thereby making you the highest earning secretary slash paralegal slash notary-public . In addition is a full scholarship to Washington State University to get your law degree. You will work for us obviously for the three years the degree takes to get, and an additional three years after that before you can compete or use your degree at a competing firm."

Charlene could feel herself breathing hard, she felt hot, almost unable to breathe. Trying to compose herself, she smoothed out nonexistent wrinkles on her dress, still a little smile turned up the corners of you rosebud mouth.

She was about to say that she accepted but Donald stopped her.

"There is one more thing," Donald said most seriously, "all of this is contingent on you being willing to sacrifice yourself more than usual for the greater good of you family. You will have to make yourself available to all us partners only any time for anything we want for the six years you are under contract."

Charlene was not sure what he meant and it must've shown on her face.

"Think about it, this is a large pay raise and a nearly hundred thousand dollar education we are offering you. How many times would you sleep with me for a hundred grand, two hundred -- three, because with that degree you will make much more than that. So -- for a million plus would you be willing to do anything we wanted of you anytime no questions asked."

Charlene felt fire in her face and ice in her stomach. The thought intrigue her and revolted her. Her first inclination was to jump across and rip out Donald throat, but her pussy itched for the taboo, and the money was needed. The question was; what was her price to become a prostitute, and; what was the price of her loyalty to Jason.

With all the control she could muster she stood. "Can I think about the offer?"

"Yes, the offer is here in this briefcase," Donald said a smirk on his face.

Damn him he knew he had a tempting offer. He knew she was driven. Sex -- Sex was nothing but a physical thing. It was her and Jason that was the conundrum, was she loyal -- faithful? Would she give herself to them or keep herself for Jason alone?

Why not both?

More seriously Donald continued, "The offer expires if you mention this to anyone, and we will know if you do."

With that he opened the door for her to go. When Charlene returned to her desk she saw that she had a message on her phone and picking it up she keyed around until she brought up her text messages.

"Jim is bankrupt and closing shop, I just lost my job today. Cheers!" -- Jason

Setting the phone down she walked back into Donald's office, "I accept the offer with the following addendums, you said one hundred, two hundred, three hundred thousand this would bring me if I sell my body to you three -- on top of the raise and hundred thousand dollar scholarship I want another hundred thousand up front since I am at the greatest risk of contracting something from you all and pregnancy. As well as, a pregnancy clause that will give me an option out with an additional hundred thousand or staying in the contract for half that."

Donald sat back and raised an eyebrow while staring at her, she steeled herself, she would get this, or what -- she needed this now. She would do it without the extra money or clause.

The seconds dragged out like minutes.

She was about to cave when Donald pulled out a second set of paperwork and added it to the file in the briefcase.

"You drive a hard bargain, Mrs. Galdren, but you have it. Tomorrow set up a second account in your name only and we will direct deposit one hundred thousand dollars into it and another one hundred thousand as well that money being the severance should you get pregnant. We consider pregnancy to be your responsibility, should you get pregnant -- you and the contract are terminated. If you serve the full six years of the contract you will have earned every penny of it."

"Yes sir," she said with a nod, now steeling herself against her own heart that now lashed her for the betrayal.

I sacrifice myself for my family. She thought to herself - it felt hollow -- like her stomach.

Handing her the briefcase, he motioned for his couch again, and she almost wanted to throw-up.

"Sign the documents then I will have instructions for you."

Obeying she started thumbing through the legal contract reading it and looking for the red markers to sign at.

The office was closed by the time she was done with all the signing over of her body to these three men for the next six years.

If she were lucky they would pass by fast and Jason would never know the difference.

Getting up she gave the file back to Donald who then put it in his safe, then turning back to his desk he picked up and gave her a sheet of paper, "Go here, they will take your measurements and pick out for you three evening gowns, three cocktails dresses, lingerie, and shoes to accompany it all. You have no choice in the outfits; they are what we will expect you to wear for us."

Pointing at the next address he continued, "Once you are done you will go here. The dresses will reside at the company suite. You will meet Randal tonight."

Going back to her desk she typed out a text to Jason, "Got that raise I was gunning for and a little more but I got more to do now too, so -- it's going to be a late night tonight don't wait up for me!!! Luv you!!!"

Then gathering her stuff she left for the dress shop.

3:30 pm - When Heather walked through the door of her home she was surprised to see her dad home sitting on the couch watching TV. She was also surprised by the amount of alcohol in the house or at least how much had been drunk of it.

"Hey what are you doing here," Heather asked as she sat her pack down and walked over to massage her dad's shoulders.

"Oh, nothing for you to worry about; how was your day?"

"Tedious, this last year is dragging out so long," she replied, leaving his shoulders and moving around the couch flouncing herself down beside her dad just so he could put his arm around her.

It was comforting -- it was warm, she knew no matter how ugly she was he would always love her.

"God - when did you grow up so fast; it feels like weeks ago you were sitting on my lap laughing and giggling. Now -- now you are a woman and I am afraid to hug you too closely or put my arm around you for fear of what I may touch." Jason joked warmly, "But you know, I am so very proud of you baby."

She knew her dad was uncomfortable, but his words warmed her so that she just had to snuggle up closer never mind how her breasts pressed into his side. Grabbing his hand she pulled it around her head and shoulders and held his hand as it hovered over her left breast Michael had grabbed so ruthlessly earlier that day.