Competition, The

Sam was in the midst of a great moral quandary. He liked butts. He liked them big. His new co-worker, Sandra, had a wonderfully enormous ass. She was a little chubby and had a set of pretty decent knockers, but her most prominent feature was her enormous ass, which she stuffed into a short skirt or tight pair of pants every day. She had long black hair and a hawk-like face. Sam knew she was going to cause problems. Sam's problem was thus: he was married. And to a wonderful woman with a beautifully round ass. Shelly had long brown hair and bright green eyes that made him swoon. Yet, every day that Sandra bent over the copier he caught himself looking, as did Sandra. Sandra would then walk by, glancing down at the ring on his left finger and then at him, as if to say "you're still wearing that thing?..." Well, one day Sam was in the conference room by himself setting up for a meeting. Sandra came in quietly and shut the door behind her.

"Hello Sam." she said noncommittally.

"Hi Sandra. You'd better leave. The big-wigs will be here in about ten minutes."

"Thats more time then we'll need." said Sandra, braking into a smile.

"Umm... well I... my wife..." mumbled Sam as the wide woman backed him into the corner, slowly wrapping her arms around the helpless man.

"I've always wanted it to be just like this..." she said as she leaned in and planted her plump lips on his face.

"Mmmph..." said Sam as he tried to push the woman away. Just that moment, the door opened. In stepped Sam's wife.

"Sam, your manager said you'd be in he-"

Sandra whipped around. "Sam! You never said you were married! For shame!" Sam pointed down to his left hand, but Sandra had worked the ring loose and put it in his pocket.

Sam's wife planted her hands on her wide hips. "Sam Morisan! Don't bother coming home tonight! You can check into a motel-or sleep on the sidewalk for all I care." With that, she left.

"What a bitch. Now where were we?" asked Sandra, innocently.

"GET OUT! Leave me alone." yelled Sam. He pushed her with all his strength at the open door.

 

The next day at work, Sam dreaded seeing Sandra again. But he knew it would happen sooner or later. And there was much work to be done on this matter. Soon, he spotted her sitting at her desk chair, her ass spreading out the sides as she sat.

"Oh Sandra?..."

"Yes, Sam? Have you had a change of heart?" she asked, starting to turn her chair around to see him. Her eyes gleamed with lust.

"You could say that... Actually its a little more complicated than that. I have talked with my wife, and she has an idea to end all this. You must meet me at this location." he said handing her an address. "My wife will be there as well. We will have a little butt competition to see who's is superior."

"Looking forward to it, stud." said Sandra

"So am I." Sam whispered to himself as he turned away.

 

That night, Sandra stepped out of the taxi at the address Sam had given her. She was wearing blue hot pants and a white tank that showed off her generous cleavage.

"I guess this is the place" She looked up at the large non-descript building. No sign adorned it. It was just a large, grey, warehouse. She knocked on the door. A metal slit in the heavy door slid aside. A pair of eyes peaked out at her and then it closed. The door creaked open.

"Welcome to our little competition" said Sam as he opened the door and beckoned her it. You're looking splendid"

"As are you" said Sandra. She was ready for this. Sam's wife was going to choke on defeat. Down the hall, Sam beckoned her into a large, plain looking room that made their footsteps echo. "What's this? Where's your wife?"

"Oh, she's here. Wait here a minute. I'll get her." With that, Sam exited into the hall. The door closed behind him and lights came on in the room where Sandra stood, starting to get worried. She soon noticed that there was a long mirror on one wall. "What the hell? What is this place?" she mumbled to herself.

 

"Is she in there?"

"Yep."

"You ready?"

"Uh-huh."

"Alright."

 

Sandra still stood in the center of the room. She was looking at the mirror when a voice came from the ceiling. It was Sam's.

"Hello Sandra."

"What the hell is going on here?!" yelled Sandra.

"We're having a competition, remember?"

"Where's your wife then?"

"Right here" came Shelly's voice from overhead.

"Well, I hope you're looking at this" she said pointing at her ass "because you've already lost!"

"Honey, what do you think?" said Shelly.

"Why, I think that her ass is wonderful, Shelly."

"See? I told you!" taunted Sandra.

 

Behind the two way mirror, Shelly looked mockingly hurt. Sam smiled at her. It was a good thing that the conference room had a camera. He had shown the video to his wife, and Sandra was about to get busted hard-core. It was a good thing that his wife was a renowned researcher with an enormous lab to herself.

"But is it better than mine?" she said into the mic, wagging her ass at Sam. She was wearing nothing but a black thong and bra, and Sam would soon see to changing that. He pushed up against her.

"Maybe. I'm not quite sure." said Sam, playing along. He planted his lips on his wife's face.

 

"Not sure?" asked Sandra. She bent over, pointing her large rear at the mirror that she had figured Sam and his wife were watching from.

"Gee, I'm just not sure if its big enough." said Sam. "Maybe there's something that can be done about that." A spot in the wall slid aside and a long black hosed shot out like a rocked at Sandra, deftly swerving around her blocking arms and down her pants, until...

"Ooooo..." moaned Sandra. Her pudgy face had an "O" of satisfaction on its lips--For a moment. "What is this?!" yelled Sandra, pulling at the immovable house. It had a firm grip inside of her.

"Its a surprise from me, Sandra" said Sam's wife. "I think Sam might be more interested in you, so I have to find out." The long hose went rigid for a moment as pressure shot through it in a quick burst. Sandra's blue stretch pants creaked wider as her hips expanded for a moment then stopped. She felt her ass with her hands, got a very surprised look on her face, and then began to yank at the hose even harder.

 

"What do you think, Sam?" asked Shelly, her hair draping over his naked shoulders. She had doffed his shirt, and he had removed her bra, her breasts resting against his chest. Sam looked over to the mirror at the struggling Sandra.

"Gee, I think I might just be more interested, but I'm not so sure..." Shelly reached up to the console and punched the button again.

 

Sandra was in a panic. She had been the pawn in their little game for about five minutes, and her stretch pants were beginning to protest their cruel treatment. Her ass was about four feet wide, and her round legs were following suit, expanding down to her ankles. She couldn't really walk, and she was in danger of falling over. She looked horridly down at the black hose that ducked into her pussy, which was now squeezed around it from the pressure so much that she was sure she couldn't pull it out even if it wasn't latched to her.

"Stop this!" she screamed. She waddled over to the mirror slowly, tottering from side to side as she did so.

"mmm... still not sure Shelly.." mumbled Sam as he was quite obviously making love to his wife. The next burst of air tightened the hose and sent her sprawling on her stomach, her ass reaching several feet into the air. The stretch pants gave up the ghost and exploded, her ass jiggling as she lay there, panting. It appeared that the two had given up on any conversation with her when the next burst came. Her eyes shot open as her face grew a little wider, her arms puffed up, her breasts turned into canteloupes, and her shoulders rose to confront her chin.

"Enough's enough!" she shouted. "You gotta stop this!"

 

Shelly and Sam rose up from the floor as they continued to be oblivious to Sandra's extreme condition. Shelly sat on the chair by the console and spread her legs to take Sam. As Sam pumped into her, the chair hit the button each time.

 

"Cut-it-out-you-guys-mmph!" screeched Sandra until her cheeks grew too puffy to speak intelligibly. Her ass had continued to expand, rising a good six feet above her. Her stomach had puffed out like a beach ball, her breasts had ripped her top to shreds, lifting her several feet off the floor with their size, and her shoulders and arms had risen to prevent any real mobility of her head. With an incredible effort, she raised her head enough to look up at the mirror pleadingly over swollen cheeks. If this lasted a few more seconds, she wouldn't have to worry about Sam, work, or anything else ever again.

 

Sam pumped into Shelly, finally coming to climax, where both had the chair held upright as their muscles flexed. Then they relaxed into each other, the chair fell back, holding the button down. Sam looked up and had one glimpse of an enormous, expanding, puffy Sandra feebly waving her balloon arms at the mirror-then there was a muffled thumph as the building shook perceptibly. Sam and his wife looked through the mirror.

"OK, Shelly. Now I'm definitely more interested in you."

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