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The Cabin in The Woods
🕑 Added 2025-12-08 17:34:39 +0000 UTCA simple trip to the woods turned into a surprising winter wonderland for the two friends...
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Okay, took me way too long for this one but hey it's finally here! Feeling in the festive mood as Christmas get closer, so here is one winter themed story. Not quite Christmas yet, but we are getting there.
Anyone who wants a gift this Christmas can tell me what more do you want to see this December. More bimbos? IQ drop? TGs? Tell me what you want and Santa will give it to you!
As always enjoy the story and see you on the next one!
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Mike slammed the cabin door shut behind him, cursing under his breath as the icy wind bit at his cheeks like a pissed-off ex. "Fucking hell, Jake, you drag me out to this frozen shithole for a 'bro weekend' and now the heater's crapped out? I'm freezing my balls off in here!"
Jake chuckled from the rickety couch, cracking open another beer with a pop that echoed off the wood-paneled walls. "Quit your bitching, man. That's why I packed the extra gear. Grab that white jacket from the closet—found it in the rental bin, looks warm as fuck. We'll fix the heater after we thaw out with these brews."
Mike yanked the zipper higher on that weird white jacket Jake tossed him, muttering, "Dude, this thing's squeezing my ribs already. You sure it's not some chick's leftover?" Jake just laughed from the couch, feet kicked up, beer in hand. "Quit whining, Mikey. It's warm, right? Heater's still fucked, so deal with it." They kept drinking, trading dumb stories about bar fights and ex-girlfriends, the fire crackling low while snow piled against the windows.
But ten minutes in, Mike started sweating bullets. "Jesus, I'm burning up in here." He tugged at the collar, skin prickling like a thousand ants marching under it. "Feels like this jacket's on fire against me." Jake shrugged. "Take it off then, drama queen." Mike tried—the zipper wouldn't budge past halfway, like it was glued. The heat rolled deeper, sinking into his chest, making his heart hammer. "Nah, fuck this. Need some air before I pass out." He shoved out the door into the night, boots crunching down the path into the dark trees, hands clawing at the jacket that now clung like a second skin.
The cold hit him like a slap, but inside the jacket he was on fire. "What the fuck is—" His voice cracked higher mid-sentence. The heat sank deeper, spreading through his chest first. Mike clutched at the zipper, gasping as his pecs softened, swelled, pushed out into heavy, aching mounds. "No, no—ohhh shit..." The growth surged, tits ballooning fast, stretching the white fabric until the zipper groaned. They kept going, getting massive, fat, jiggling K-cups at least, nipples stiffening into fat pink erasers that poked shamelessly through the jacket. His mind flickered—panic, then a dizzy rush of pleasure. Tits. I have fucking tits. Big, bouncy slut tits.
The burn dropped lower. Waist cinched in with a crack, hips cracking wider, ass inflating into a huge, juicy bubble that shredded the seat of his jeans. "Ahh—fuck, yes?" The protest died in his throat as thick thighs rubbed together, cock twitching hard once before it shrank, sucked inward into a slick, needy cunt that soaked his ruined boxers instantly. Long honey-blonde hair spilled down, lips plumping, face softening into bimbo perfection—big blue eyes, cock-sucking pout, the works. Black leggings materialized over her thunder thighs and fat ass, camel-toeing that dripping pussy, the jacket now cropped and zipped low to show off miles of creamy cleavage.
Mike blinked, thoughts getting fuzzy, horny. Mikey... no, that sounds dumb. Mikayla. Yeah, Mikayla. Big-titted, cock-hungry Mikayla. A giggle bubbled up—high, slutty, nothing like Mike's old voice. "Mmm, these tits are fucking huge," she whispered, cupping the heavy melons, thumbs flicking her own nipples till she moaned. "Need cock. Need it bad."
Mikayla emerged from the trees, snowflakes melting on her flushed cleavage, plump lips curled in a vacant, flirty smile. "Like, who's Mike, silly? I'm Mikayla!" She twirled a blonde lock, pushing her chest out so those colossal jugs wobbled. "Got lost in your woods and saw this cute cabin. You gonna invite a girl in to warm up or what?"
Jake's jaw dropped, eyes locked on the thick blonde bombshell in front of him—zero recognition, just pure lust as he drank in her obscene curves. "Holy shit... uh, yeah, come on up here. Name's Jake. You okay? It's freezing."
Mikayla giggled, climbing the porch steps slow, making sure her fat ass jiggled and her tits nearly spilled out with every bounce. "Mmm, I'm super cold, Jake. But I bet you could warm me right up." She pressed against him, those heavy melons squishing into his chest, nipples dragging across his shirt. "Feel how big these are?"
Jake groaned, hands automatically grabbing her wide hips. "Fuck, Mikayla, you're stacked. Those tits are unreal—never seen anything like 'em." His cock strained against his jeans already.
She bit her glossy lip, grinding her plush body against him. "You like big dumb titties, huh? Bet you've been dreaming about sliding your fat dick between some giant juggs." Her fingers found his zipper, tugging it down. "Sit right there on the bench, baby. I’m gonna give you the best titfuck of your life."
Jake dropped onto the porch bench, pants shoved down, thick cock springing free, veiny and leaking. Mikayla knelt between his thighs, unzipping her jacket all the way, letting those monstrous 40L tits spill out heavy and free, pale and veiny, nipples thick and pink. "Look at these fat fucking udders," she purred, cupping them and squeezing together to form a deep, warm tunnel of flesh. "Made for milking cocks like yours—mmm!"
She wrapped her soft, pillowy tits around his shaft, engulfing him completely in warm titflesh. Jake grunted deep, "Oh fuck yeah—ungh, so soft and heavy—squeeze 'em tighter!" She started pumping, sliding those massive jugs up and down his throbbing dick, the slick valley getting wetter from sweat and pre-cum.
"Like that, daddy? My huge bimbo tits fucking your big hard cock—ahh, feels so good!" She moaned, bouncing faster, tits slapping loudly against his thighs. "Bet no girl's ever titfucked you this good—mmm, your dick's throbbing so hard between my juggs!"
Jake growled, grabbing the sides of her rack and thrusting up, pounding her cleavage like a pussy. "Take it, you stacked bitch—gonna nut all over those monster jugs—argh!"
"Cum for me, baby," she whined, "Paint my fat bimbo tits—cover 'em in hot cum—oh yes!" Hot ropes of cum erupted, splattering her neck, chin, and dripping down into the endless valley of her cleavage. Mikayla kept pumping through his orgasm, milking every drop with her heavy, cum-glazed tits, giggling breathlessly as the snow kept falling around them. Mmm, so much yummy cum all over my big slutty rack." She rubbed the mess into her skin, giggling vacantly as Jake panted, staring at the busty blonde goddess he'd just titfucked senseless on his porch. “You're gonna fuck me next, right, daddy?"
