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Bridgett let go of my legs and leaned forward on her stomach. Her stomach was pressing on my stomach, flowing onto my chest and onto the mat on both sides of me. My breath was being forced out as she rolled forward. Her big breasts were pressing on my neck, moving around my face.

Bridgett was getting very heavy. I thought "this is it, stick a fork in me, I'm done." Then Bridgett lifted off of me. She was suspended over me, on her hands and knees. Bridgett was looking down at me, between her awesome breasts. She said "Gee, you're really red. You O.K., stud?" She giggled and slapped me with her left tit, then the right. She laughed again. I tried to move. Bridgett said "No you don't!", and dropped full length on top of me. I'm sure, if there had been anyone there to see it, I would have totally disappeared under her huge body! I couldn't move and I was still rock hard!

Bridgett got up on her hands and knees again. She stearted rubbing against me like a horny 500 pound cat. I could feel the heat rising. I thrust my hips against Bridgett's big stomach. She pulled up her shirt and pushed her sweats down under her stomach. She leaned a huge tit on my face as she pushed down my sweats, freeing my long suffering cock.

Bridgett's rubbed her exposed stomach lightly against my erection. Between my freely flowing juices and Bridgett's sweat, there was plenty of lubrication available. I thrust again. Bridgett put more weight on me. I thrust again and Bridgett pinned my hips to the mat under her overwhelming weight. There was no doubt that Bridgett had taken control and she was making sure that I got the message!

Bridgett shifted her weight, flowing back and forth on top of me. She was body fucking me, rubbing my cock closer and closer to climax, while not allowing me to move, under her! This 500 pound women had me pinned, flat on my back, while she rubbed me to climax with her huge body. I couldn't move and I couldn't breath. I loved it! I sprayed all over her huge belly.

Bridgett smiled brightly as she settled on top of me. She flipped her shoulders, causing her breasts to slap my face again, then come to rest against my ears. She said "That was really helpful, Ricky. I sure appreciate your taking the time to help me with this. Did you know you're getting awfully red?"

Great. I couldn't breathe, my vision was starting to tunnel and she's getting chatty. And, I was hard again, unreal!

Bridgett lifted a little, graciously allowing me to breathe. She said "I don't think Penny would mind if you worked out with us. You want to come workout with us next week?" She settled again, compressing my lungs, along with everything else. Bridgett was playing with my short hair while she talked. I thought the top of my head was probably the only part of me that wasn't completely enveloped under Bridgett.

Bridgett said "After the workout, we could all go back to my place. Order a couple of pizza's, watch a movie, make an evening of it. What 'cha think?" She raised up, letting me breathe again. While she was waiting for me to recover enough to answer, she was kind of swaying above me, front to back and side to side. Since her stomach had never completely lifted off of me, she was watching me move with her. Under her control, at her whim. I had no choice but to move with her.

What did you expect me to say? What could I say? I whispered "Sounds great."

The rest of the work week passed uneventfully. The next week started the same way. The Johnson death investigation was going nowhere. It seemed pretty obvious that ol' Roger Johnson, the dead flat guy from the lake, was trying to ply his trade, that being a robber. He initiated his last robbery and got...flattened. It was tough to get motivated to figure out who, or what, flattened ol' Roger, given his propensity to create mayhem at the drop of a hat. It was even more challenging to keep the Detectives in Robbery from throwing that big wake for Roger. They were calling it a "Gone Away Forever Party". At least that's what it said on the flyer. Without Roger around they could expect about half the normal, new work load. They were expecting to have quite a bit of spare time.

We had lots of theories about what happened to Roger, but no solid leads. That happens, sometimes. The part that was keeping our curiosity was....What the heck had flattenerd him so effectively, while leaving that outline? All the theories, from rogue comets to wrecking balls, should have left more evidence. After all, they couldn't just grow legs and walk away, now could they?

Oh well. Quitting time!

Today was the day. I was looking forward to working out with Bridgett and Penelope. I was sore for 3 days, following the after hours self defense class with Bridgett. There was also the dynamic with the two women. I was hoping it would lead to every guys fantasy, but having never been involved with that before, I didn't think it too likely. I wasn't sure how much I'd be able to concentrate on the workout, but I was sure I wouldn't be thinking about work. It would be a good mental break, if nothing broke physically.

We had agreed to meet at Bridgett's house, then ride together to the gym. Since Bridgett, Penelope and I were going back to Bridgett's place after the workout, for pizza and a movie, it made sense to ride together. Besides, we would have more time to talk and I would have more time for a closeup view of those two, big girls!

Since the incident in the training room, following the self defense class, I was well aware that there was a dominant side to Bridgett's flirting. The fact that she was big enough, at 6 feet tall and close to 500 pounds, to physically overcome my resistance was tremendously exciting, to me. I also figured that once overcoming my resistance and rendering me helpless, she was more interested in fucking on her terms than inflicting pain for fun, was a definate plus. Bridgett was obviously aware that I was attracted by the combination of her personality, size and strength, and that I very much appreciated the differences between her big body and my 5 foot 8, 200 pound frame.

Bridgett met me at the screen door and invited me in. She was wearing a bright blue, short sleeve, low cut top that was stretched across her soccer ball sized boobs and huge stomach. She had the biggest nylon shorts that I had ever seen, over black compression shorts. The compression shorts were trying to contain her powerful, 46 inch thighs. Her sweat suit was laid over the back of the couch.

Bridgett said we could relax for a bit, Penny had called and would be about 15 minutes late. We were chit chatting about movies and our favorite kinds of pizza when Bridgett offered me some iced tea. I agreed and trailed in her wake, to the kitchen. I stopped behind her when she opened the refridgerator. I must have been foucused on her huge ass when I realized that I couldn't possibly reach all the way around her. My goodness, I felt so small! My briefs had been shrinking since I walked in the door. I figured that I would just be perpetually stiff when I was around Bridgett.

I must have still be contemplating all that, because I didn't move when Bridgett started backing up, with the pitcher. Bridgett, being 6 feet tall and me being 5 foot 8, it worked out that when she backed up, her huge ass caught me across the stomach and pushed me back against the wall. Bridgett continued back, pinning me against the wall with her ass. Holy smokes, her hips were easily wider that my shoulders!

Bridgett pressed a bit more weight against me, looked back over her shoulder at me and said "what 'cha doing there, Ricky? Penny would be upset if I started working you out, without her." Bridgett giggled at the wide eyed look on my face and swayed, side to side. She was moving me with her, against the wall, while her thick, dark, sweet smelling hair brushed across my face. When Bridgett started to move forward, I reached as far around her broad waist as I could and pulled her back against me, hard.

Bridgett laughed out loud and said "Oh really, you think so?" Bridgett rubbed her awesome rear against me, up and down. My rock hard cock was leading the way as Bridgett worked me between her big cheeks. She looked back down and giggled, again. She said "What a picture you make. You'd better be careful, little man, you could get lost in there." It sounded good to me!

Bridgett gave me another rub and a shake, then stepped forward and turned. Bridgett stepped right back up to me, so her big stomach was just touching my stomach and chest. As she looked down at me she slowly moved forward, he stomach pressing me to the wall and flowing around me. She adjusted slightly, so that her thick right nipple lead her big tit right into my face. While she held me that way, against the wall, she said "I'm serious about this. I don't want Penny upset with me 'cause I used you up before she got here. Now stop it! There will be plenty of time for that later, O.K.?" She leaned back and let me breathe. I gasped in a deep breath and said "O.K.!"

Bridgett backed up, freeing me from her body press and poured the iced tea, from the pitcher that she had never set down. I really didn't seem to be much of a challenge for this big girl. My breathing had returned to normal, by the time Penelope had arrived.

Penelope came in through the screen door, saying "Sorry I'm late, ready to go?" Penelope said "Hi" while she smiled down at me. Penelope is just under 6 feet tall, herself. She looked like she had put some of the weight back on, that she had lost while she was in the hospital. She was probably back up to 270 pounds.

Penelope was wearing a mostly loose fitting, gray sweat suit. Her sweat pants were getting tighter and looser, as the 34 inch thighs flexed and moved underneath. Her zipped up sweat jacked looked like she was trying to smuggle two, big water ballons inside. Her blond hair was swaying lightly. I decided I was doomed to be perpetually stiff around Penelope, too. It was promising to be an interesting workout.

Bridgett said she just needed her sweats and she would be ready to go. I turned to the couch and reached for the sweats, to hand them to Bridgett. I was powerfully gripped by the sides of my hips and pushed quickly against the back of the couch. In the mirror above the fireplace, I could see Bridgett looming behind me, pressing me against the back of the couch with her stomach. She was smiling at me, in the mirror, then she looked over at Penelope and winked.

I laughed and started to back up. Bridgett pulled my hips back, bringing my butt tight against her. She leaned her upper body forward, bending me at the waist over the back of the couch. She thrust against me, 3 or 4 times, moving my whole body and the couch with each thrust. She rubbed up against me again, nearly lifting me off my feet before she backed away, letting me up. I had just been reminded, very clearly, that Bridgett could pretty much do as she wished with my relatively puny body. Penelope said "That looks like fun, but if we're late getting to the gym, it will be closed. Ready to go?" She sounded like this was just normal stuff.

Bridgett's overpowering weight on me was almost too exciting for words. Like I said, I workout and compared to guys that are quite a bit bigger than me, I'm pretty strong. The idea that Bridgett, a 28 year old female with a sparkling smile, could so effortlessly control me was very erotic. It had never happened to me before. I wasn't too sure about how she had bent me over the couch, but by the time I realized what was happening, I was simply unable to physically resist. Bridgett was just too big. Then again, with her weight on me, I didn't want to resist her. I wanted her to use me for her pleasure. This was going to be an interesting workout.

We went out to Bridgett's red, extended cab pickup. Boxes filled the rear seating area. I looked questioningly at Bridgett and Penelope. I really didn't feel like riding in the pickups bed. Bridgett had gone around and climbed up into the driver's seat, causing the pickup to rock toward the driver's side. Penelope was looking down at me, while she held the passenger side door open. She just smiled and said "Looks like you'll need to"