Paradise Found Ch. 01

Trying to control my burgeoning erection, I turned to face the windows of the train, realizing that she and I were alone on the train car aside from a vagrant sheltering in the warmth. The bum appeared to be sleeping, but I detected glances in the giantess' direction from the neighboring car through the glass doors.

I tried to visualize professional bowlers to subdue my licentious thoughts, but the subconscious mind is powerful, and kept drawing me back to the eight foot bombshell just oozing sexuality not three feet away. As the train accelerated and the air stilled, I started to detect a sweet smell. It was barely distinguishable above the faintly malodorous scent of the train upholstery, but something lovely lurked there, wafting to me just enough to perceive. Trying to identify the aroma, I focused on it, but it defied description - I was only able to say that it was sweet, like some kind of melon, but with something else that lent it a tang. It was...compelling. Something about it stirred me to my core and awoke something within me. With the largely empty car, the woman next to me could be the only source of the scent... Hadn't I smelled something when I was near Elise last time?

She was using her phone with two hands, seemingly frustrated at the trouble she was having. She sighed loudly as she must have struggled with interface given the size of the device - the largest 6 inch model I knew of - and her large, though shapely, fingers. She switched it off, and I caught her muttering something about "tiny fucking phones".

Before I knew what I was doing, I butted in, "they make styluses for those you know." She quickly turned to face me. Whoops. What the hell was I doing teasing the giantess? I looked way up to her face. God, she was massive, but I was floored by her beauty. She was stunning. Flawless skin gave her the look of a mid-late 20 something, but her eyes and high quality tailored suit painted her as older. Every feature was in perfect proportion to her body. She wore a pair of dark frame librarian-style glasses that showcased her vivid green eyes, dark mascara lending her a dramatic look. Her thick, pouting lips were bright red and looked almost wet. Involuntarily, my gaze slipped from her face to the gargantuan pair of breasts - each easily the size of a basketball - staring right at my face.

She looked down at me over her nose and those luscious lips curled into a smirk, not ashamed in the least at overtly checking out my form. Standing so close, she had to really crane her neck to take in all of me. I know I'm nothing special, but I do OK with the fair sex on my looks alone. Better than average height, bright blue eyes, moderate build, decently broad shoulders; I exercise pretty regularly and go easy on the beer and snacks.

In a throaty contralto, she chuckled and said, "Finally, someone with some balls."

My blatant ogling interrupted, I finally caught what she said. I looked back up to her face, suspecting she was busting me on my leering, though she didn't appear angry... Strange.

"W-what?" I stammered.

She nodded toward the other train. "I get that all the time. Glares, whispers. Can you imagine, intimidated by little old me?" she said as she tilted her head to the side and affected innocence.

"Ah, fuck em. It's not my fault I'm this size." She seemed to brush off their stares and actually stepped closer to tower over me. Her tits were now inches away from my face, and I could see little else, though I tried to track her face.

"So what's your story little man? Not afraid I'll take you home and make you my slave?" she asked playfully.

Ok, NOW I was intimidated. I had never stood so close to someone this size before, and my mind ran through what I said to her to get her attention. I cringed slightly, but I got distracted by the sweet smell from earlier. Clearly coming from this woman, it was much stronger now, and for some reason it was driving me a little crazy with lust. As my body responded, she looked like she was about to say something else, but cut herself off, instead inhaling deeply right above me. Whatever it was she got a whiff of seemed to be pleasant, since she closed her eyes and shivered slightly, her face taking on a rapturous look.

As she stood there just breathing in my scent - I couldn't think of what else it might have been - for a few moments longer, her body started to react. The bit of her chest I could see above her blouse became flushed and she started to shift her legs together, quivering from the effect she was suffering from.

Finally she opened her eyes and looked directly at me. "Mmmmm, that's niiiice." Somewhere between moaning and vocalizing, her voice made me shiver. She moved even closer and I had to lean back slightly to avoid touching her breast with my face. Resting her large right hand on my left shoulder, her long fingers covered the upper part of my back. She started rubbing my upper back with her hand.

"Where are you headed...?"

Guessing she was asking my name, I replied,

"Alex. And I'm heading downtown to meet up with a friend. We have plans." Her body language was screaming that she wanted me to cancel my plans and go with her. My own body was yelling at me to do just that.

She adopted a pout, and actually reached down with her left hand and placed it over the bulge in my jeans, having to bend over slightly in the process to reach my waist. She started to massage there too. Holy shit, I met this woman a minute ago (literally) and her hand is on my dick... In public. Wow, that feels... so...good.

"What if you cancelled? I could show you some sights here you've never seen before. I promise you a good time."

"I'm Ash, by the way."

Somehow I managed to back away slightly as she attended both my back and my cock. The back of my legs bumped the seats behind me and I licked my lips, eyes glued to the sight of her blazer filled nearly to bursting with her titanic assets. Mentally, I applauded the single button barely keeping it together; that thing must be the hardest working button I've ever seen on a garment.

Still staring at the succulent fruit she seemed to be offering, I figured the only way I was getting out of this without willingly signing over my soul to this succubus right on the spot -- something I was increasingly inclined to do - was to start talking and distract myself until I could exit the train.

"That's a very...f-flattering offer, but this is the only day he's got off work, and I head back to college in a week and a half. I'm a pre-med major there, you know. It's been a long time since we caught up, so I should really go." I rambled, but she looked thoroughly unconvinced.

I shifted to the side, detaching myself from her glorious ministrations. Despite my words, I could feel the huge wet spot on my leg where my cock was already in full-on warm up mode trying to get me ready for her. My sex was begging for release, but warning sirens were sounding in my head. I'd heard reports of men being abducted by infected women to gratify uncontrollable sexual urges, but female rape was such a new thing most didn't take it seriously. Now, with the commanding woman standing before me, I was legitimately concerned by her earlier comment about taking me home and enslaving me.

She relented in pursuing me bodily, but she wasn't ready to let me get out of her web just yet.

"You suuuure?" she purred. "Let's see what I can do to convince you."

"I can tell you like what you see." Ash cupped her huge tits in her hands and rubbed them slowly. "They're all real, and begging for you to play with them." She inhaled deeply and arched her back, closing her eyes as if in a state of euphoria.

My eyes bulged as the biggest mounds I'd ever seen on a woman seemed to grow even larger, thrusting from her chest and threatening to erupt from the confines of her blazer. Twin points appeared in the fine wool of her jacket as she did so, lending credence to her assurances.

She leaned down and cupped one large hand to my right cheek. Noticing that it covered nearly half of the side of my face, I closed my eyes briefly as I relished her supple touch on my skin. Her hand was cool and incredibly soft. My resistance was waning fast when she whispered into my left ear, shifting her hips as her ardor mounted.

"I'm sooooo wet for you right now. I need that inside me" she said, glancing down at my package, which was waging war with the confines of my jeans. Her breath smelled of mint and was warm on my ear. Was this woman real? I thought this level of perfection couldn't be found outside of erotica. My mind was in a fog, but the thought of sex with Elise brought me around.

Elise. Shit, I don't even know what we have together. What if she thinks we're a couple now? It's probably a safe bet after what we shared. Fuck, I knew I should have cleared things up with her. She'd be crushed if I let some high power sex goddess ravage me at her downtown penthouse all day.

Luckily, I heard the garbled message from the conductor indicating the next stop was coming up soon. Mustering willpower I didn't realize I possessed, I edged toward the door.

Cursing myself for my stupidity, I responded,

"Ash, you have no idea how tempted I am, but I'm sort of with someone right now, and I don't want her to get hurt. You're a vision of beauty such as I have never seen, and were it any other time... well, I don't want to go down that line of thought or I won't make it out of here, but I should really go."

The grin on her face faded away, replaced with a tiny frown.

"Fine" she huffed. "I guess that's commendable."

Suddenly, she adopted an all-business look and continued, "But here's what's going to happen. I'm going to give you my phone number." She took out a business card from a slim case she had in her purse and started writing on the back.

"You're going to call me with a convenient time and place that I can meet up with your girlfriend, and I will come set this straight with her." She finished writing and handed me the card.

Her demeanor turned cold, and she exuded a sense of power and control as she locked her piercing green stare on me, saying, "Don't mistake me, I will have you, regardless of your... situation" She leaned in slightly and redoubled the intensity of her glare, "I always get what I want."

Her frightening bearing disappeared as quickly as it had come. "She's infected, isn't she?... Your girlfriend."

What? "Yeah...how'd you know?" I said suspiciously.

"It's your scent. It's very rare for men to emit it. Something like 1 in 5000 infected males do. I'd not met one before you, but this must be it. I've used my not-insignificant means to learn all I can about this virus, and my knowledge is extensive.

Whether you like it or not, you will continue to lure infected women with the pheromones you emit, and their potency is enhanced if you've had sexual contact with a female infected. The way your pheromones overwhelmed my control, I would have been shocked if you hadn't."

Now this was getting interesting. Why hadn't I learned of these things in my research? Why wasn't the news reporting this stuff? Not even the information I had learned at college had hinted at this. Then again, the research community did seem focused on the female population much more so than the male...

As my stop neared, my mind reeled with all the questions I wanted to ask her.

Wait...male infected? "Did you say 'male infected'? As in, me?" I was incredulous. How the hell would I have gotten the virus?

"Yes, it's the only explanation" she countered. "I will only say more when you call. If that's not enough incentive, then take this with you..."

This time the sexy giantess brooked no refusal as she crouched slightly and encircled me with her arms, crushing her enormous bosom into my upper chest and shoulders. I felt puny as I noticed that each of her breasts was more than half the width of my chest. Her face drew inexorably closer to mine from directly above as I craned my neck up to see her.

Without thinking, my hands involuntarily went to rest on her transcendent ass directly across from my ribcage, and I luxuriated in the feel of the swells of the firm upper glutes that I had fantasized about minutes ago. As her plush lips finally met mine, my mouth was engulfed, her face so large that she occupied a good deal of my peripheral vision. Her lips were as soft as silk and tasted as sweet as strawberries in May.

With so little presence of mind, I'm not sure how long we held our kiss, but it was simple and light; no tongue. A promise of what could be. It had the intended effect - the experience burned itself indelibly into my brain, and my mind refused to function as she shoved me out the open train door and sped off.