GITJ Post 413: Double Trouble, p2

Submitted for your continued approval, subscribers, another offering of the tangent story by reader and new contributor Frag592 at theBasic headquarters. Cheers!

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Double Trouble, p2

Brittni Jackson and Bobbi Johnson came out of the bar, the body of Fred sandwiched between them as the three hit the air of the cold November evening. Fred, who simply looked to anyone else like he might have had a bit too much to drink, hung his head nodding as they slowly walked him to their van.

Well, technically the minivan was Brittni’s, who bought it used off her mom shortly after getting her driver’s license a few years ago. It was twelve years old, rusting in spots and had been fitted with tinted windows. The middle seat had been removed long ago.

“Your van is, like, straight out of “To Catch a Predator”, huh?” Bobbi asked, opening up the side door.

“What, like, to kidnap boys with?” Brittni giggled.

Yeah, we don’t even need candy.

Yeah, just boobs.

Over Fred’s slouch, the pair grinned at each other, sharing identical smiles and knowing looks before effortlessly tossing Fred into the back seat. Their powers were growing by the minute. Bobbi climbed in with him while Brittni got into the front seat and - after making sure her friend had buckled him in - drove them off.

…

Fred slowly started to come around. The sweet smell of flowers and woman surrounded him, and his head rested on something warm and soft. “Urrgh..wha…what happened?” he mumbled, his vision spinning as he struggled to open his eyes.

“Shhhh...it’s okay sleepy boy. Just relax, just breathe for us. Can you do that?” came Bobbi’s soothing voice, reaching out to him as he sat on her thick lap, her arms hugging him tight against her huge chest. Brittni, from the front driver’s seat, occasionally glanced over her shoulder to check on the little guy.

Bobbi stroked his hair affectionately, which did calm his nerves somewhat as he stirred. The smell of her perfume, the soft sound of her coos and the motion of the van combined with the beers he’d drunk earlier soon lulled him back into a blissful sleep.

“This is going really well, right?” asked Brittni, from the driver’s seat. She and Brittni had made eye contact in the rearview mirror.

“Yeah right?”

Bobbi stroked his hair again, looked down at his little head. We’ll be in there soon, cutie, don’t you worry.

“Oh, Bee, I’m so excited,” Brittni giggled, “I didn’t think I would be, but I am..”

Twenty minutes later the van came to a stop outside of a large apartment complex, one that had probably seen better days. Brittni, wasting no time, leapt out of the van, and slid the passenger side door open with gusto.

“You must be sooo tired of holding him?” she asked eagerly, reaching out her arms towards their slumbering passenger, “Want me to take him?”

“No, it’s okay I think I’ve got him?” said Bobbi, possessively holding his head to her shoulder as she swung her legs out and easily lifted herself and him out of the van. She was carrying him like a toddler. “He’s so light, right?“ she exclaimed, feeling like she could carry him for days as she shifted his weight in her hands and started walking with him towards the building.

Brittni was about to protest but held her tongue, knowing she’d have her time with him soon enough. She tagged along behind, caught up, started stroking his hair. “Is it that he’s really light?” she asked her friend, “Or is it us, tonight, together…getting really strong?”

The girls’ eyes met, as they walked. “Yeah I think that’s it?”

On a whim, Brittni grabbed the handle of a full, 50-gallon garbage they were walking by. With barely any effort, and just one hand, she whipped it off the ground and sent it sailing. It landed with a <crash!> and bounced with a <clunk clunk clunk!> fifty yards away, across the parking lot. Trash bags spilled out everywhere around it. In some apartment above them, a dog started barking.

“Whoah,” Bobbi gushed with a giggle.

The two young women carried the sleeping Fred up to their shared apartment on the 12th floor. They had to use the stairs because the elevator was out of service - again.

“Has that thing ever worked?” Bobbi asked, already two floors up.

“I don’t know, I think I saw a homeless guy in it once? When we first moved in?”

It took less than two minutes for them to jog up the stairs, even holding him. Even in heels.

Brittni opened up the door to their apartment and Bobbi dropped him onto their aging sofa. They took a moment to glance at each other before Brittni locked the door behind them.

“Oh my god Bee do you feel this?”

“Yeah Bee it’s like, electric?”

Brittni walked over to the couch. “Freddie, oh Fredddieeeee, can you wake up sleepyhead..?” Brittni cooed, leaning in close to his ear.

Nothing.

“Poor guy’s all tuckered out, huh?” Bobbi offered.

“Our pheromones are super strong right now?”

“Yeah we don’t even know our own strength, huh?”

“-and we haven't even started the fun stuff yet, have we?”

“Heh, I almost feel-?”

“Sorry for him?” Brittni finished, a wry smile on her face as she gently brushed aside a lock of hair from his eyes. “You have to admit, he does look kinda cute like this doesn’t he? He’s so exhausted and, like, helpless.” She lowered herself into a crouch, aside him. She took his chin in her hand, regarded him for a moment before releasing it with unmistakable disdain. “Uggh does it have to be this guy though? Why can’t it be Dr. J instead? I just want to-”

“Remember our agreement with Alicia? We do this for her and it’s lifetime personal training for free, the whole package?”

They’d already, just today, been told the whole office was being given a free premium membership to Big Body Gym by one of the clients in the pharm study the clinical staff was doing, by the gym’s owner. Bobbi turned away, stepped towards the small galley kitchen to get two glasses of water as she continued to remind her friend why they’d agreed to this evening’s activities. “Big Body has the best equipment, and Alicia’s one of the best personal trainers in the city, right? I mean look at her, she’s, like, ripped and she’s not even the biggest girl that goes there? Some of them are monsters! But - with all that equipment, with Alicia’s help, that could be us, we could be…huge… like her….Brittni? Brittni haha what are you DOING?!?”

When Bobbi had turned around with two glasses of water from the tap, she saw that her friend had picked up the couch, with Fred’s sleeping body still on it, above her head.

“PUT THAT DOWN YOU WEIRDO!!” she laughed.

“You think we really need the gym?” Brittni asked wryly, holding him and the piece of furniture aloft for another good long moment before, with the greatest of care and more ease than should be possible, lowering it back to the ground.

“Jesus, Bee,” Bobbi marveled, picking up a tall metal coffee tumbler from a side table, one she’d left there this morning, and crumpling it to a ball with one hand. It was as if it were made of tin foil. “What’s happening to us?”

“Fred’s happening to us, I think?” Brittni replied, “Look…see?”

Bobbi had walked around the couch, and the two girls now looked down on the sleeping man together. It was obviously apparent, through the khaki pants he wore: he was hard. He probably had been, this whole time.

“Doing this to guys, you and me together, I think it does something to us? Makes us focus?” one of them said.

“And it’s gonna let us do something to him?”

A pause. They both knew what the other was thinking.

Dr. J?

if we can get him?

have a night with him all to ourselves?

What will that do to us?

And what could we do to him?

Just then, a groan from Fred.

The two looked at one another again.

Lets try this.

“Maybe it's just about time to wake up Mr. Sleepyhead?” Bobbi suggested, though Brittni had already moved to pull down Fred’s pants and boxers down to his knees, then his ankles.  The room began to fill with a tangy aroma; at least that’s what it seemed like to their current super-senses.

“That’s right, sleeping prince...” Bobbi whispered as they watched his member rise and thicken even further as it pulsed to greater life. “It's time to wake up. Can you do that for us? Can you get even harder for us?”

Fred’s penis twitched in seeming agreement as Brittni took her position at the end of the couch right between the man’s legs. She blew on it, her hot breaths hot and heavy as she hastened its inevitable rise, and then, with a single knowing and possessive glance to Bobbi, she took him in fully in her mouth, savoring his flavor as she pampered and slathered it with her tongue.

Bobbi listened as Fred moaned, a glint of mischief forming in her eye. “That’s right Freddy, it's time to get up. Don’t you want to show us how much of a man you are?” Bobbi whispered into his ear before tugging on it with a light nibble as she let her heat and her pheromones surround him. “Cuz we want to show you why they really call us the BJ twins, ‘kay?”

This continued for another minute as the sounds of lurid sucking filled the otherwise silent room, before their patience grew thin and began to snap.

“Come on you little shit, we don’t have all night are you gonna wake up or not?”

“He must have had too much to drink?” Brittni said between several obscene slurps. “Plus…I think he’s about to blow?”

Oh no he’s not!

Bobbi reached down and roughly tweaked Fred’s nipples in her strong fingers, causing him to jerk violently in her grip and scream as his eyes opened suddenly in shock.

“What the fuck ?” he exclaimed, looking around the room in utter confusion, his hands caressing his tender, possibly bruised, chest. He was somewhere, on a couch in some apartment. These girls’?

“Mmmm…hi again. Sorry to <slurp!> disturb you but we need you awake <SLURP!> for what happens next,” Brittni said. Bobbi took the back of his head in her palm and kissed him forcefully, dominating his mouth with her tongue, all too eager to get started. After a moment she released him allowing him to gasp and breathe a lungful of air.

Bobbi giggled as Fred struggled for air. Her breathing had grown rapid, and her face was flushed, mimicking Brittni who was still working tirelessly on Fred’s better half. I was thinking of him, she almost said, but her voice caught in her throat when Brittni looked her in the eyes and smiled knowingly.There was this uncanny feeling that they understood each other.

“My turn,” Brittni said, largely for Fred’s benefit, as she got up and seamlessly swapped places with Bobbi, seizing Fred and kissing him even more forcefully, crushing his lips with hers, arms wrapped tightly around him holding him half off the couch, tightly against her big chest.

“Mmmm…nice?” she purred, releasing her gasping captive back to his cushions.

Fred looked around wide eyed, his heart racing. This was the first time he saw that his pants were down, explaining the warm wetness between his legs. This was all happening too fast, these girls were controlling him, he felt like a passenger on a ride that was out of control.

Brittni stood up to her full height, arching her back and pushing out her big chest. “Do you like…big girls Fred ?” she asked with a giggle, peering down at the quivering man below her.

“Because we‘ve become very big girls, right Bee?” Bobbi said, pushing his legs off the couch and pulling him by the collar up to sit. She got up on the couch next to him, on his left, sitting on her knees.  She pulled him roughly towards her, her back arching, her large breasts in his face.

“Are we too big, Fred ?” Brittni asked, now getting on the couch herself, on his right side, on her knees also to face him. She yanked him from Bobbi’s grip.

“I .. I .. I don’t”

“You’ve been staring at our tits since we met you in the bar, right? Surely you know-”

“If you like them or not?”

“Or if they’re too big?”

“I… I’m .. s-so-“”

Before he could finish Bobbi slammed his head forward into her cleavage, holding him tight against her warm soft tit flesh.

“There…have yourself a really good hard look you sleazebag,” she said, crushing him into her chest. Over his head, Bobbi and Brittni’s eyes met. Between them, unspoken, they felt their energies coalescing. They were becoming more assured, more confident, more dominant.

“Oh, buddy, you’re in for the night of your life,” Brittni said. Even their speech patterns had changed.

The girls drank in the growing arousal of this little man between them, force-feeding him pheromones, absorbing his will like it was fuel.

After what felt like an eternity to Fred, Bobbi released him, coughing and gasping, tears streaming down his face.

Brittni leaned forward and licked his right cheek, tasting the salty tears and lapping them up like nectar. “Little boy tears,” she sighed happily, “Don’t they taste simply divine?”

The other one suddenly appeared next to him. She took a long slow lick of the entire left side of his face.

“Oh yes! It tastes like submission!”

“Is that all it takes, to get you to give in? A couple of kisses?” one of them asked, “Come on, you can do better than that.”

At that, Brittni grabbed Fred by the scruff of his neck and pulled his head into her own big breasts. “Whose tits do you like best Freddie?” she asked, rubbing his face back and forth into her massive mammaries.

“Yeah, whose are bigger? Whose are better?” Bobbi added coming from his other side and massaging the back of his head with her breasts.

Fred was lost. It was all happening so fast. It felt like  some kind of nightmare. What had happened to the cute bubbly girls from the bar? These two busty young amazons were toying with him, jerking him around like a puppet on strings, smothering him with their massive breasts. He felt utterly helpless.

“Why…why are you doing this?!?” he cried, his face red and teary, as he was plucked from Brittni’s smothering embrace.

“Hmm… I don’t know...because we can?” Brittni said, swallowing his face in her chest again.

“Because we feel like it?” Bobbi added, rocking his head from side to side with each slap of her breasts.

“You just seemed like a guy who didn’t know his place.”

“Like someone who might not listen to his girlfriend.”

The energy between the two girls was growing stronger.

“Who still thinks he’s in charge!”

“Well, get used to it Freddie, the world is changing!”

“Douchebags like you are just getting weaker!” one of them said, standing and pulling him easily to his feet with her.

“And we…” said the other, standing as well.

“Are just getting stronger!”

They took the opportunity to push him around like a small child between their soft breasts as they pushed him back and forth.

“Scared yet Freddie?” Bobbi asked.

“Ye .. yes!”, he admitted, as he struggled to look up at the amazon twins surrounding him while being pinballed between them.

“Good. You should be!” Brittni replied, casually stopping to lift his chin and force him to look up at her. “My eyes are up here, you little boob monkey.”

She suddenly seized him by the hem of his shirt and casually lifted him into the air, holding him several inches off the floor as he clawed at her fingers, struggling pathetically, finding himself unable to free himself from her grip.

“Oh my god, we’re so strong!” Bobbi gushed, watching Brittni hold the man aloft like a rag doll, with a single hand.

“I feel even stronger now than I did before!” Brittni gushed. Their connection started when he first set eyes on them in the bar. If anything it only seemed to increase as the night had gone on.

“This is so freaking hot. I want more!”

Brittni started to shake with laughter and then slowly walked with him, feet still dangling off the ground, towards Bobbi’s bedroom. She’d barely crossed the doorway when she suddenly threw him across the room, onto the king size bed.

“I’ve got to try that”, Bobbi said throatily, stalking over to the prone man lying in a crumpled heap on her bed. Being together with Brittni, doing this with her, had filled her with an amazing new energy.

She bent over Fred and with her right hand seized him by the shirt, now all stretched and worn, lifting him as easily as Brittni had, their size and strength matching exactly. She lifted him as high as she could, his head nearing the ceiling. “Oh my god,” she said, “such a rush! We could literally do anything we want to him to him!”  At that, Bobbi moaned, her left hand slipping into her skirt as her right hand held the struggling Fred. The terrified man whimpered and struggled weakly pawing at her arm as she held him aloft whilst pleasuring herself.

“And he…he…he…can’t do anything to stop me can he?”

“Oh fuck,” Brittni moaned, feeling the sympathetic pulsing and waves of pleasure Bobbi was experiencing crash through her. Her hand immediately went into her own panties, amplifying their connection even further.

“Oh my holy freak!” Bobbi cried out dropping Fred back down onto the mattress below as her fingers picked up the pace.

“What the hell is going on!?” one of them yelped.

“What’s happening!??”

“I don’t know but we-”

“Fucking love it!” Brittni and Bobbi both gasped in unison as they climaxed in a frenzy, leaving Fred to just look up at them in awe.

After a long moment, their orgasms faded, but left them locked and loaded with new purpose. Something predatory now glinted in both their eyes. Their gazes met.

Breathing heavy, Brittini walked over next to Bobbi, sauntering like a jungle beast. They both looked down at Fred, lionesses with their kill.

“Are you ready little boy?” one of them asked, her voice a low growl as she leaned down towards him on the bed.

“P… puh … please”, he whimpered.

“P… puh … please?” Brittni mocked, “Please what?”

Brittni and Bobbi both let their skirts and painties slide to the floor revealing what was underneath.

“Please fuck you?”

“Show you who's boss?”

“Turn your brains to mush?”

“Use you as our fuck toy?”

“Sit up,” one of them commanded.

All Fred could manage to do was nod meekly and obey as the pair began to climb into bed with him, Bobbi behind him and Brittni straddling his legs. Shuddering and broken he looked pathetic between the two busty goddesses, and they hadn’t even begun their real work.

“Aww, he looks so cute and scared, doesn’t he Bee?” Brittni asked, taking the moment to peel her top up over her head, revealing her big chest in its pretty yellow bra.

“Yeah, don’t you just want to hold him?” Bobbi answered, pulling her own shirt off as well unseen behind him. Their bras matched. “Give him a nice big-“

“-Hug?”

In answer, Bobbi pressed herself tightly up against Fred’s back, bumping him forwards with her huge chest and into Brittni. Fred instinctively put out his arms as Brittni instinctively closed the gap between them, her arms wrapping around Bobbi and the hapless male alike, squeezing him tight against her perfect rack. Fred, with nowhere to go, sat trapped between the amazon twins as the girls tightened around him, squeezing him between their big breasts. They reached around him and each other, linked their arms and bodies together and squeezed. Powerful solid feminine flesh pressed against Fred’s weak male body constricting and crushing him with what felt like the power of a hydraulic press. Fred let out a pathetic moan, when in a blinding moment of pain, he felt something snap in his ribcage.

“Oh are we hugging too hard?”

“Are we too strong for you?”

Climbing back into a new-found high, the two girls squeezed him anew. Brittni was shifting her hips and suddenly, with a gasp, Fred felt himself slide up into her.

“OH FUCK!!” Bobbi moaned from behind him, feeling as if it was she who’d taken him in.

“OH YES!” groaned Brittni, hugging her friend and this hapless male been harder to herself. The three were like one, now, a tower of power. Energy flowed between them all, and as Brittni and Bobbi both slowly began to ride him in perfect, synchronized precision, something in him began to change.

“Oh Bee Yes when I’m with you I feel stronger I feel smarter I feel like I can do anything I want!”

“Let’s Take It Now Bee.”

His mind was starting to change. It had begun. One of them guided him by the waist while the other rode him into his oblivion. He bucked his weak little hips. It was so easy it came from him like syrup.

His will, his IQ, his conscious brain or ego…whatever you wanted to call it had begun to leave him. His cock had exploded into her and they drew it out of him and it fizzled, sparkles and dust. His climax caused lights to flash in his eyes, but when it faded his world was different. Everything was dim.

“Oh my gosh Bee did we just go mental?” he heard one of them ask.

The other giggled.

For Fred, the experience had been far more than a human could endure. It had been a maelstrom of mouths, breasts and womanhood set upon him with unnatural abilities. They’d pounded on his already bruised and battered body, took pleasure in pulversing him into dust and draining his mind until little of the old man remained. He was nothing but a toy now. A simp and a puppet to be used.

They knew he was exactly what she wanted.

After a bit, their energy having faded, one of them reached for a phone. They still lay lounging blithely in bed, the man’s crumpled body snuggled unconscious between them, eyes rolled back in his head. She dialed up their friend. Someone had to come take out the trash.

“Hi Alicia?” she said, to the man’s new owner, “It’s done. He’s, like, fixed? But I think we might have broken him too...”

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