Chapter 1
I got out of the old watchtower, a huge smile
plastered on my face. The sun wasn’t even up yet and its first fiery rays were
not coloring the mountains around me, but I could already see the sheer beauty
of this place. Even at this early hour, I could see the fires of the early
risen campers and I brimmed with joy at their numbers. Some years were better
than others, and this summer season was set to be magnificent!
Perhaps presentations are in order before we go
further? My name’s Derek. I live and work near the Great
Smoky Mountains’ National Park, at a large campsite – 100 acres, which isn’t
bad at all I recon. Especially in the hilly – even mountainous – region. I live
here all year long, since I’m the maintenance director of this whole place.
Sure, it may seems strange to some, to be so much at home here that I stay even
during the cold, stormy winter. But I love my life and I’m happy here, and I
don’t know that anyone could ask for more in his life.
But today’s kind of special. Once a year, we
close the park for a week-end, so that the families of all the crews and those
campers who reserved their stay long in advance would be able to have one big,
three days long party. Nothing too crazy either mind. We take care of the
campsite’s environment, if only because we’re so close to the National Park and
also because it allows our visitors to see wonderful creatures here, deer,
wildcats, and even the occasional wolf, I swear! So as I walked toward my huge
pick-up, blue as heavens are, I felt happy – until I saw them damn cloud.
You see, a little to the south compared to us,
there is a central or some sort of industrial complex. It’s kind of hard to
know what they’re doing here, it’s very secret, and while we have had our fair
share of tensions, so far we’ve never have any problem with them. No pollution,
as far as we can tell and we’ve had several experts come in and test
everything, just to be sure. But I don’t like those puffy white cloud of vapor.
I don’t trust those, if you will. One accident could be enough to ruin our life
up here, after all!
I played with my radio. Not the kind to listen
to music – I’m afraid that out there, in the great wilderness, we don’t really
have that great off a reception – and it goes to our phones too, but I think
it’s one of the things campers like about us. Here they can disconnect from
their everyday world to have some real time with themselves, their friends and
families. But I digress. As I was saying, I was playing with my radio. I felt
that the clouds were thicker and perhaps a little strangely colored, but it may
all have been in my mind. The sun was barely crawling over the horizon, so
colors are bound to seem strange, even to someone used to the place as I was.
“Derek, you there?” called a voice through the
radio, free from any static.
“Yeah, I’m up there and ready to go” I swiftly
replied. “Is there a problem?”
“Not really, but we’ve got a group of women –
large ones – who’ve just arrived and would like to see where they can stay and
I’ve nobody at hand to deal with them right now. Do you mind coming down and
helping me mate?”
“Of course!” I replied, and quite
enthusiastically.
Large girls. I felt something stirring inside
me. I loved my women large and tall, if possible. And you’ve no idea how rare
it was to find one like that out there. My co-workers knew of this part of my
tastes and sometimes teased me, but always gently. What they couldn’t know,
however, was that I don’t just like BBW. I’m also a macrophile – the idea of a
woman taller than me is quite exciting for me, and the dream of possible
growing one… well, suffice to say I often liked living alone in my tower, it
sure helped to be sure that nobody would barge in when I pleased myself.
I drove my truck carefully, in spite of my
slight excitation. I was – I am – a professional. I care about my park and I
care about my life. On the slopes of the hills and mountains, it’s easy to take
a turn too fast and end in a ravine. It took me less than fifteen minutes to
reach the entrance of the park, barred by a barrier, sturdy enough to stop an
angry bear from trespassing – even if it had sometimes not been enough when
dealing with an angry truck driven by impatient – or intoxicated – peoples. I
think it’s the one thing I had to repair one time too many – and I like
repairing stuff!
And I immediately noticed them. Nine women, all
quite impressive. Four black, five white. And. All. Incredibly. Large. I
gulped, hoping that I’d be able to control myself. In spite of the fact that I
found them all super attractive, I needed to be sure I proved them that I was a
professional and not some creepy dude living in the wilds. So I got out of my
truck and approached them with a smile and my usual swagger and confidence in
myself. They quickly noticed me and my 6 feet tall, muscular build – and I noticed
that one of the white women was at least as tall as I was…
“Hello ladies! The name’s Derek. How can I help
you?”
“Hello Derek!” beamed one of them, a black girl
in a brown top. “I’m Alicia, and this is Joy” she pointed at the largest of the
white women. “And here, that’s Kaitlyn and Kimberly”, the former being a white
girl already in a black and white swimsuit and the other a Black in a pink
suit. “The one in a flannelled shirt is Miranda and next to her, it’s Norma”,
the fattest of the black girls. “In the American flag swimsuit is Sueann and
next to her, in the bright yellow top it’s Zalla and…”
“And my name is Nicole” said the last one, the
last of the white women, the one who was obviously sizing me up, making it hard
not to get hard looking at her polka dot swimsuit which seemed at least a size
too small…
I did not ogled them. It was extremely hard,
because they were all exactly the kind of women I loved, but I didn’t! I
couldn’t help but notice that Nicole was, however, quite taller compared to the
other. She was probably around 6
feet 2, barefoot, and looked slightly down at me, and
the closest in her size was Alicia, who couldn’t have been more than 5 foot 8… Their other
friends were all quite a lot smaller than them, the smallest being Zalla, who
was probably around 4 feet
10, which made her enormous rack all the more impressive.
It was immediately apparent that they were all
very good friends, in spite of their different styles, and that the two
tallest, Alicia and Nicole, were the most hard-willed and outspoken. Joy seemed
almost sheepish, trying to hide her mass behind her friends and looking away,
which made me want to help her feel better, even if I didn’t really knew how to
do that, by then… Kaitlyn and Kimberly seemed to be somewhat air-headed,
looking around with bright smile and giggling as birds passed us by, letting
out excited sighs and shouts.
Miranda seemed to be… I wouldn’t say impatient,
but definitively impulsive. She moved constantly, which meant that her curves
shifted back and forth without a pause and I felt my eyes darting toward her
exposed cleavage more than once, in spite of my conscious mind. Norma seemed
more placid, with a tranquil smile on her face. She probably had the largest
tits of the whole group, and she seemed to have achieved some form of
confidence because of it, that nothing would shake up. It allowed her to stand
in calm pride, waiting for others to act first.
Sueann seemed to be the least confident of the
lot. It wasn’t easy to notice because she wore a bright smile all the time, but
I noticed that her posture was always used to maximize the size of her breasts,
the way her ass stood out, etc. She didn’t seemed to do it maliciously, but
among her friends, she was one of the less massive. She seemed to be
self-conscious about it – I don’t understand why, she was just as gorgeous as
the other ones to me, but I know that sometimes self-confidence can be hard to
come by with.
Finally, little Zalla, whose tits were sensibly
larger than her head, each of them. She stood closest to Nicole and I
immediately understood that she sought out the protection of the alpha woman of
their little group. If she could have clutched Nicole’s legs without looking
somewhat ridiculous, I’m quite certain she’d have done so! As it was, her face
was the least able to hide her worry at the prospect of talking with a stranger
– I guess that her size and her curves made her an easy target for all kind of
sleaze balls and horrible persons, but I’m not like that, ever.
“We’ve got a reservation for three days at the
camp” finally continued Nicole, her deep voice trailing a little, “but
apparently there is a problem?”
“Ah, no, don’t worry!” I said, trying to
assuage them. “It’s just that you’re quite early and we have gotten everyone up
and running just yet! But if you don’t mind, I can guide you toward your
resting place?”
“It’d be a pleasure” chirped Miranda, her voice
surprisingly high pitched for someone so… well, so massive.
Perhaps a tiny bit of information regarding the
camp will be in order to understand the next few days. The main attraction is a
large mountain lake, with an almost crystal clear water, filled by two streams
coming down from the slopes of the northern Smoky Mountains. Why decided that
we wouldn’t have any paddle here: visitors can swim in the lake but not boat is
allowed on it, because the weather can be capricious up here and we don’t want
anyone to capsize in the lake and drown. That’s also why people can’t swim past
a line of red buoys.
At the southern tip of the lake is the main
building, where visitors are greeted, paper work is filled and a great dining
hall has been erected. The back of the building is basically a hangar for our
rescue boat – because a lot of people seem unable to respect simple rules and
go too far into the lake! Anyway, there is enough accommodations here to have
our visitors gather in full in case of a particularly foul weather.
On the western side is a mostly flat bit of
land, where our most adventurous guests usually put up their tents. It close
enough to the lake without being too close, so there is no risk of inundation
when summer storms pour enough rain on us to turn the streams into angry river
and the lake into a treacherous water place – but we’ve built the main building
on sturdy stilts to avoid any problem there. Frankly, I doubted that the girls
wanted to live in a tent, they didn’t seemed the type – not that I mind their
look of course…
To the East… well, to the East we haven’t built
anything… people can come and go there as they please but we’ve been rather
cautious and found this place to be too close to the nuclear plant or whatever
I talked about earlier. Plus there is a road – mostly unused but kept open at
all time – leading to it, and I don’t want visitors to go and wander down
there. It’s another bit of private land and it’s a loot cooler to move to the
North and West to visit the National Park anyway. Speaking of North, it’s were
I lead the ladies with my truck.
“You’re taking them to chalets?” asked Jerry,
one of the seasonal workers, a good man but with whom I could only spoke like
three months in the year.
“Yeah, I don’t think they are the outdoor kind
of ladies” I replied, chuckling a little – mostly to hide the fact that they
were exactly the sort of women I was attracted to.
The chalets are perhaps the best spot for those
who want to stay a little in the region but aren’t campers. They look old and
worn from the outside, seemingly made of wood, outwardly the pioneer feel you
expect in such a place. But in truth they are really modern, we had them build
a few years ago, five at most. It was expansive, but the half a dozen houses
never remain empty for long, even during the winter months – in fact it’s what
made their construction possible, because they bring more money than they cost
that way.
Anyway. From the entrance of the park to them,
once has to round up the lake by the little dirt road circling around the
water. We’ve put a secondary parking lot over there, because the chalets are
quite distant from each other and we didn’t want our visitors to have to walk
too much to reach them. In this case, it was especially necessary, I doubted
the ladies wanted to gallivant all over the forested slopes of the mountains
just to reach their homes. Good thing we never let the visitors select one of
the chalets in advance.
“Okay, here we are!” I told them when I parked
and jumped out of my truck. “We’ll have to walk a little but I’ve selected for
you the two closest chalets. They are meant for families of five max, so I
guess you booked two?”
“Three actually” stated Alicia as Nicole looked
around her face inscrutable. “We don’t like to be packed!”
“Won… won’t we need the keys first?” peeped
Zalla, looking mightily worried as she came out from behind her towering
friend, Nicole.
“Actually, al the keys are kept near the
entrance of the chalets! You’ll by the door a bit of painted wood. You can open
it by pushing it upward and you’ll find the keys. We trust all our visitors to
maintain the chalets clean. You’ll have to bring your keys this evening, at the
first common meal, so we can know which one you’ve decided to stay in. This
way, if there is some degradations, we’ll know to whom we must send the bill!”
I added with a smile, to show that I was joking – at least partially.
“That’s great!” stated Sueann, taking a step
forward. “Won’t you escort us to them?”
“Ah… I’d liked to but I can’t, I’m kind of the
repair man here and well, I’ve got to do some work on our rescue boat, sorry!”
I replied – and it was not a lie, I just decided that I needed to prioritize my
work right now; I didn’t want to look like I wanted to spend too much time with
them, it would have been unprofessional. “But don’t worry, you’ll see me
around. There is the number for the reception center on a leaf in each chalet.
If you need anything repaired, call them and they’ll call me! And you’ll see me
around, don’t worry!”
A concerto of “owws” and “you should stay a
little” followed me as I walked away, and it made me smile. I’m human, I liked
it. And I don’t think it was because those fat women didn’t received any love.
Sure, I didn’t doubt that they had to endure a lot of jeers and other blatantly
disrespecting behavior from time to time. But I like to think that the
confidence that most of them seemed able to exude was proof enough that they
had relatively great social lives and were not belittled because of their
physiques – I hope I’m right because I’d hate for them to have been bullied
because of their looks!
In the present situation, it was mostly because
I felt that I was getting a little bit too excited around them. And sure, it’s
possibly because I don’t often have opportunities to meet such ladies who meet
my fetishes so much. And while I doubted that they’d ever grow taller and
bigger than they were already. But I didn’t want to succumb to my rising
feelings and the boat was a good excuse. It was needed to be sure, if those
girls hit the lake and were in need of some help, it’ll need to have its motor
fixed and hopefully I’d be able to do just that.
Little did I knew that the boat would be
utterly useless in the coming days, like never before. As I toiled on it,
hearing families of the staff and the few other campers who had reserved a stay
long in advance, I believed that the week-end would be exactly the same as
usual, basically a long day today working on plenty of little stuff that was
needed to be set ready for us to enjoy a great Sunday of fireworks, bonfires
and plenty of barbecue! All kind of things which require a lot of work to be
sure we won’t burn down the camp, I can tell you.
You see, I told you about the road which led to
the nuclear plant or whatever. What I didn’t know, what nobody knew, by then,
was that an accident had happened there, during the early hours of the previous
night. Nothing too big – and you’ll see how egregious this assertion is soon –
but enough to warrant something to be done with the waste. And someone, out
there, must have had a grudge with our camp – or really they just didn’t gave a
fuck and believed that nobody made use of the lake for anything than a pretty
place to take selfies…
During the night, even before I got up – and
I’m an early bird kind of guy – some guys brought a huge truck toward us and
somehow no one heard it – and we’d all end regretting it. Some more than
others, and personally I’ll admit that I kind of liked some of the events it
led to… But still! Really disgusting behavior from the nuclear workers. They
reached the lake’s northern tip and released something in it, as we’d end
learning in the coming weeks. And that’s how the madness which would ensue was
seeded and nothing could have prevented it by now.
If at least the product had been deadly to the
fauna and flora of the lake we would have immediately seen it! You see, we made
sure over the years that we’d have a healthy population of fishes and frogs and
birds leaving in or near the lake. But whatever the released in the water was
colorless, odorless and apparently it didn’t affected the animals in the lake.
At least at first. When all would be over, we’d discover that female fishes,
birds and frogs grew because of the byproduct of the plant’s accident. Some
just a little, and others had become enormous – tall enough to look like great
white sharks even!
But when I returned to the hangar where we kept
the rescue boat, none of this was apparent. Even as I glanced at the lake,
nothing out of the ordinary seemed to have happened there. I whistled as I
started to repair the boat – not that it needed much, mind. We make sure that
our stuff is top notch – as much as possible considered our funding and how
isolated we are here, but still. And in truth, being inside in the relatively
dark room allowed me to glance all the way over to the northern part of the lake,
where my hopes were quickly fulfilled.
The nine ladies had spent some time in the
chalets, probably selecting the ones they wanted to stay in and settled there.
But roughly thirty minutes after I had started to work on the boat, I saw
Nicole rushing toward the water. I expected her to stop and enter it slowly,
considering its temperature, but only absent-mindedly, because my mind was far
more focused on the way her curves jiggled and shifted with her every step she
took. Still, I gasped a little when she went straight into the water, as if it
was just the perfect temperature for her.
Next came Joy, looking a lot less comfortable
as she walked toward the water, her enormous curves overflowing from her
swimsuit, which seemed to be a size too small – I wondered if it was because
she had picked one too small for her or if there wasn’t such items in her size.
Anyway, she hesitated at the edge of the lake and only entered the water – also
surprisingly easily – when she saw Nicole jumping out of it, her body resplendent.
In a matter of seconds, the large blonde woman had joined her friend and their
laughter started to roll over the lake.
“Well I’ll be damned!” I whispered as I felt my
body tensing and my dick getting erect. “If the two of them already make me
feel like that, I wonder how I’ll react to their friends rushing to their
side!”
The seven other approached, one after the other
and I stopped breathing. There were stunning. I know! I know! I shouldn’t feel
so attracted to our customers. But to my defense, it only happened a handful of
times in my career. I’ve been with some, girls with large tits, BW and even a
handful of tall women who had been able to make me look up – like Nicole was
able to do, by the way. But I’d never seen so many women I found attractive
together. I was both in heaven and hell at the same time, because I couldn’t
court all of them, of course! And three days… it’s damn fast anyway!
I focused back on the boat, but it was kind of
hard to do so, considering the way the women were laughing and screaming with
joy not so far from where I was. But I did my best. I hadn’t much choice
anyway, it was clear as day that I needed some form of focus to not rush toward
them anyway. The motor under my fingers was as good a distraction as any other,
and I smiled as I let my mind wander to the world of fantasy and daydreams,
where I found myself surrounded by the large bodies of the nine women.
I glanced toward them and noticed that some of
them were already leaving the water, to sat on the sandy beach surrounding the
lake, letting their incredible bodies rest and enjoy the warming rays of the
summer sun, even here in the mountains able to nurture one’s body. Alicia and
Nicole were the last ones to leave the water and perhaps ten minutes later, the
first to return to it, as if drawn to it. If only I had known then! Perhaps I’d
have been able to stop them, to prevent the events of the day and all they
entailed in term of terror and dangers and madness.
But to be frank, I don’t think I’d have done
that. Even knowing what was to come, I don’t think I’d be able to convince
myself that those changes weren’t for the Greater Good, in some way or form.
When one’s deepest fantasies can came to life, it is hard to even consider
crushing them underfoot, I’m sure we can all agree about it. And truly,
whatever the chemical which had been spilled into our poor unfortunate lake, it
did an incredible work, and a fast one, really! I’d have had to be warned hours
in advance to ward off destiny.
As it was, I was just as surprised as everyone
when Zalla started to grow.