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Chapter 3: I Can Sit On Them? The clock struck nine on a bright Saturday morning, Delma after having a hardy breakfast peaked in on Valia who was still sleeping. “Well, um wow,” she stammered looking at the girl’s bare chest for the first time. “I guess I should wake her?” she pondered thinking of the food that awaited her little roomie. As she approached the sleeping dwarf, she looked on in further awe as Valia’s left breast was pooling off the side of the bed, while the right acted as a counterweight keeping the rest of her body on the bed. “I knew she was big but this is kind of silly!” Delma thought as she tapped Valia on the shoulder, to her surprise, Valia didn’t stir. “Hmmm, um she’s a deep sleeper I guess?” Delma scratched her head confused as she shook Valia around a bit. However, Delma’s white little roomie remained in a deep slumber. “Well I could at least put the rest of her on the bed,” Delma with a little hesitation cupped the bottom of Valia’s left breast and began to hoist it onto the bed. “Oh! Oh, wow, how is a tit this heavy?” she gasped under breathe, as she struggled to push the bag of flesh upwards. “Come on, come on!” After many attempts and no success, Delma sighed falling to the floor with a quaking thud “Whew, this is pointless, maybe I should just let her sleep and make her lunch instead?” Suddenly Valia moved, she rolled out of the bed and onto the floor with a heavy thud. “Woah!” Delma jumped a little scared for Valia as she went to check on her. “Okay, okay, she’s not hurt, but she’s still sleeping?” Confused by this Delma looked at the now exposed breast before her. “Well, mm, I wonder?” Delma arose and stood before the breast. She stepped over it so that the breast now laid between the gaps of the heavy woman’s legs. Delma lowered herself and with a small plop she seated herself atop the massive breast. Valia did not stir and despite Delma’s size, Valia’s left breast held Delma’s girth with ease. “Oh my god they’re like couch cushions!” Delma gasped holding a hand over her mouth. She looked down as the mass of white flesh continued to support her weight, the feeling was satisfying. “I feel like a topping melting into a sea of ice cream,” thought Delma as she cherished the moment. Taking a deep breath Delma relaxed, perched on her roomie’s breast was no different than being on a hot water bed, “This is great… Wait, oh, no,” it was therapeutic so much so that Delma found that she has flooded her panties. Embarrassed Delma rose from her warm seat and excused herself, Valia remained fast asleep. Valia now awake found herself on the floor, she got to her feet and stretched, “Aww, mm, wait, is that drool on my tit?” Shaking her head she walked out of her room. Her tiny feet slapped against the wooden floors as she sought out Delma. “Delma! Where are you?” “In the kitchen making lunch!” Delma shouted, dressing meatball subs for the two. “Lunch? Wow, I must’ve slept in!” Valia yawned, scratching her back. Now in the kitchen, Delma look to spot Valia and paused as she saw that the smaller woman was topless. “Oh, well we’re both girls here, be a free spirit, hehe.” Valia was confused until she, herself noticed her lack of upper body apparel, “Haha, my bad, I guess I forgot to grab it.” Delma bit her lip as she topped off the meatballs subs with an extra layer of tomato sauce. “They hang to her knees?” She thought, turning her attention back to the subs, “How in the hell is she going to look when she reaches full term?” Delma thought as she pictured Valia being able to use her breasts like a bridal trail, and she having to haul them. Valia took her seat, the massive sacks of fat taking resident in her lap, pooling out to the sides. Delma, on the other hand, filled her seat, her massive cellulite filled ass hanging off of its edges. The two continued to eat, Delma made herself two meatball subs while Valia had one. Tomato paste smeared her face as her mouth chomped another chunk out of the saucy sandwich. Delma glanced over at Valia chomping away at her sandwich, “Jeez is it a good idea to keep giving her these fatty foods?” Valia looked at Delma, smiling, her little upturned nose smeared with sauce. Delma, on the other hand, continued to ponder, “Is she going to be even mobile in her later stages? I mean just on our daily walks to work she seems to be puffing along. If they’re knee length when unbound now then, well then by her full term they’ll weigh more than she does!” Delma started on her second sandwich, while Valia was nearing the half way mark with hers. “When she starts work this coming week, I mean is she going to even be able to fit the uniform?” Valia doesn’t seem to be bothered by Delma’s constant glances, too occupied with her sandwich to care. “I mean she’s a grown woman but, even though were that many years apart, I feel responsible for her wellbeing.” Licking her fingers, “Hey um Valia?” “Yes?” Valia peeped with a meatball in her mouth. “Well, um are you going to be comfortable wearing the uniform, I mean the bra isn’t going to do you any favors ya’know?” Valia laughed, “Well, can’t we just paint my boobie circles to look like coconuts?” “Um, wait what?” Delma looks to the little white-faced girl slack-jawed. “Yeah I mean, I’m pale so, painting on me would be super easy!” Recoiling, “Wait, no, that’s, I mean hmm, but no.” Valia giggled, snorting out tomato sauce “Come on, we can cover my nip-nips or whatever with a pad thingy, and paint the rest brown!” Delma sucked in her lips and looked at her for a moment, “Alright fine, but you’re going to wear the skirt, though!" Valia giggled, “Of course!” “I’ll pick up the paint tomorrow for Monday, you aren’t allergic to anything are you?” Delma asked, not really knowing if the girl was sensitive or not. Valia, thought for a moment, “Um, I don’t know.” “Well, that’s okay, I’ll just get a hyper algetic brand.” Delma smiled waving away the issue. Valia though unsure about the words that came out of Delma mouth assumed they were filled with care.

Chapter Two: Hippy Host The next morning Valia awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. She stumbled out of bed onto swore legs, groaning in pain as she made her way to the door. “Shit, all that bouncing yesterday messed me up,” she cried messaging her left breast under her shirt. “Ahh, shit,” she moaned as a warm sensation shot through her body, sending her to the floor. She kneeled before the door, rubbing the two fifty pound sacks of flesh that hung from her chest. She stayed this way for a while, kneading the flesh of her breast until the door began to creek open. “Morin preggo, want an eggo?” Delma giggled looking down at an indisposed Valia. This was the first time the two laid eyes one another in the light of day. “Damn, I knew she was heavy from when I help her in but I didn’t know all the weight was, well there,” Delma thought to herself, behind a polite smile. Taking the image of her guest in she took a little time to run some thoughts of her in the back of her head. She, to Delma was small, too small to have breasts that could function as couch cushions. Faced with the wall of flesh that was Delma’s thunder thighs; Valia took her form in. Chubby feet with polish blue digits, lead into ankles, the left one adorned with a charm bracelet made up dragons and dolphins. Now her words reaching Valia’s conscious mind she looked up at Delma confused, “What’s an eggo?” behind this question gave her more time to wonder at Delma’s shape. Valia though having seen women of an obese nature before had never seen someone quite like Delma. Those aforementioned thighs truly were a sight as they as well as the hips that they lead into filled Valia’s field of vision, and most of the doorway. Then the smell of food whipped her into thinking that whatever they were they smelled delicious. Delma looked back “Uh. Yeah, they’re little waffles that you can pop in the toaster, No sooner than she said it, the toaster could be heard from the kitchen ejecting the waffles. “Oh right on time!” Delma walked down the hall motion to her new friend to follow her. Valia rose to her feet and followed behind her. “Jesus, she’s almost as wide as the hallway!” She thought following behind the stretched out iridescent pink panties. Due to the height difference Valia was just about eye level to Delma’s rear, giving the small woman a good view of its girth in the light of the morning. Though from Valia’s perspective the underwear better resembled a thong due to the yellow, cellulite riddled ass cheeks gobbling most of its width. The two reached the kitchen, the smell of cooked foods filled the air as brilliant rays shone through the window above the sink. “Please, have a seat, breakfast will be served shortly,” Delma said in a fancy tone mimicking that of a French waiter. “Whew, ahh!” Valia huffed as she got as chance to relive the load of her heavy breasts that were being hauled by sore legs and aching feet. She looked at her chest, and back at Delma. “Well to have such a fat bottom her upper body is fairly slim,” she thought as the light captured the silhouette of her hippy host. Valia then leaned on the kitchen table and thought “I wonder how these eggo things taste, I’m super hungry.” Delma then turned to face her little guest, with a full plate of breakfast delights. Moving with all the grace of a hippo ballerina, she swung her heavy hips from side to side as she approached. “Oops!” she gasped as the microwave stand rolled into the back wall “Hehe, here you are!” placing the food before Valia. Before her guest dug in Delma cautioned a quick “Hold up, “before rushing to the colander in the sink to fish out a strawberry and two blueberries. She placed them on top of Valia’s eggo before drizzling a maple syrup smile on to it. She then exclaimed, “Tada!” Her guest’s face lit up, “Hah I knew you would like that, let me get you some orange juice!” As Valia began to eat, a machine in the kitchen caught her eye “Whuff zat?” she muffled through a mouth full of food. Delma, orange juice in hand looked at her, “Oh that? That’s my espresso and coffee machine, I own a coffee shop, so I keep a duplicate of the machine at work here, for practice. “ Looking at her guest’s confused face, she sighed, “Oh you’ve never had either I assume?” Valia shook her head. “Nuh uh,” she mumbled before swallowing a sausage whole. Wincing at the lack of gag reflex on her guest, “Hmmm, want to try it, instead of the OJ?” Valia nodded, now stuffing the treasured eggos into her gullet. Delma giggled, “Alright V, one coffee coming up, I’ll add some milk to it so you don’t get knocked out.” she teased. Valia looked on in wonderment as the curvy woman moved through the machine’s valves and levers like an expert. Getting her first good look at her host’s hair she found her to be quite beautiful, her long purple locks were pleasing to the eye. “Though it’s no wonder how she got such a fat belly despite her upper body being slim,” Valia thought as she had seen her host’s belly on full display has her tight shirt rode over it. “Her bellybutton thingy is cute though “ she remakered as the shiny metal that hug from her host’s naval shone as she moved. She looked on in amazement, staring, until her concentration was broken. Delam sang in a cheery voice, “Coffee for Wake, hehe!” Valia recovered f and showed off a thick smile, taking a sip. The taste was sweet, yet exotic and kind of bitter, these mixtures of tastes and sensations mesmerized her “It’s so good!” Valia exclaimed both wide eyed and stunned. Delma’s young face lit up in satisfaction “I’m glad you like it, though I don’t think you should drink that in the later stages of your pregnancy.” "Why?" Valia asked curiously, knowing nothing of the nature of coffee or developing children. Delma took her seat at the kitchen table across from Valia with her own plate of food "It's not super good for the baby, in fact, we should get some veggies for you to start munching on as well." She explained between bites. Valia nodded hesitation, "Even celery?" Delma tilted her head, "What's wrong with celery?" Valia stuck out her tongue in disgust, "It's yucky that's what's wrong with it!" Delma a bit concerned offered, "Well have you tried it with peanut butter?" Valia thought for a moment, "I've never had peanut butter." Delma folded her arms in amazement, "Really? They didn't give you PB&Js at the orphanage?" Valia shook her head, "We ate nothing but celery, some weird cheese-thing, ham, and bread… Oh, and we had milk and water." Delma looked on in disbelief, "No wonder you ran away, that's awful, you aren't lying are you?" Delma putting an arm on the table, looking at Valia with a hardened stare, as she finished her bacon. Valia waved her hands, "No, no fooling, this is all true, though it felt like celery was the main dish, like always" Delma taking a dramatic bite out of her sausage giggled, “Hmm, well I'll be changing that, I'm a pretty good cook!" Valia grinned, "Yes this was delicious thank you!" Delma gave her a parental smile, but her attention was then drawn to the rooster clock above her fridge, "Oh, well I told Billy-jean I would be coming in late anyway. Listen, I don't want to leave you in this boring house by yourself, why don't you come with me to work?" Valia looked in hesitation thinking of her sore body, "Really, I mean I don't know how to make coffee or expand." Delma laughed "You mean expresso, and no worries, let's get ready" A few minutes later in Delma’s bedroom, Valia looked around in wonder at the blue color scheme of her caretaker’s private space to then exclaim, “Woah you got a Tv!” Delma fanned this comment away “Yes, yes, but what will you wear?” Valia offered, “What about my uni…” “NOPE, it was drenched and ugly so I threw it out” Delma declared with pride as she placed her polished hands on her meaty hips. Valia looked on in horror, “No, wha?” Delma, hands on, or rather buried in her hips looked back at her young friend smiling, “Aye it will be fine, new life, new threads, so what do you like?” Valia thought, squeaking out, “Well I’m not really sure to be…” “Ha, great, fresh slate, now let’s see you have a nice figure but maybe something a little less exotic would be suitable for someone your age.” Valia nodded “Ah, well you’re an adult, but how about this cute, frilly purple top, these jeans, and hmm what size do you wear in shoes?” Valia shrugged, not having the fashion sense to form an opinion. Delma eyeballing Valia pondered, “Damn, well looking at you, they can’t be any bigger than a 6 1/2, so these white flats will do!” Valia grinned at the pretty clothes and nodded. Delma went on to say looking at the massive forms that hid beneath the large shirt, “Oh now as for underwear, um look, how do I put this in a nice way, the panties won’t be an issue, though as far as bras go, let’s just say I don’t think I can help you” Valia frowned, “How come?” Delma, furrowed her brow, “I mean they’re bigger than my head V, I mean even in that T-shirt they’re huge. I’m surprised you were even able to grow those on a majority celery diet.” Valia looked away embarrassed. Delma frowned, “Aw Val I didn’t mean to upset you” Delma bit her lip and thought,then inspiration struck. “Okay, okay listen I have this old maternity bra that I got as a gift from my mom, it’s pretty big but I can’t guarantee anything!” Valia’s face lit up and nodded “I have never had a comfortable bra, the orphanage only gave me training ones!” Delma choked back some tears as she dug through her drawers in search for the bra. “Here, here it is! It’s an F cup” She laid the garment in Valia’s arms adding to her clothing stack. “Alright now take a shower and get dressed, I’ll meet you at the front door in 30 minutes!” Once the two were dressed they took their leave, the shop was about 10 minutes away by foot so the two walked. “Umm, what’s with the outfit?” Valia asked confused as to why Delma’s rather large breasts were squeezed into plastic coconuts and her massive hips were barely covered by a shed of fake grass. Delma giggled, “Oh, um surprise its part of my uniform for work!” Valia smiled, “Well it’s pretty, and can I have one?” Delma pondered this for a while before being distracted by an old man waving to her from across the street. “Hey, Delma,” Said an old gentleman across the street. “Hello Mr.Oakalmen!” Delma replied back. Valia hid behind Delma a bit, “Who’s that?” Delma laughed, “Oh that just my neighbor, he’s a cool old guy that helped me move in a while back!” Valia nodded, still unsure about the man. “So how the bra fitting ya?” Delma asked looked down at Valia whose purple top bounced up and down with each step “Well it’s too bad, it’s better than training bras” Valia lied, the bra given to her barely covered her dinner plate-sized areolas, though the elastic straps were helping, kind of. “Heh, I see.” Delma said a little embarrassed that her young friend was really that big. “So, um do you think you would ever be interested in making coffee?” Delma asked as they neared the shop. Valia thought for moment “Well maybe after watching you for a while I’ll be ready to do it myself.” Delma nodded as the two approached a small building with stairs and a wheelchair ramp, “Well here we are, Coca Cups” The building was of a moderate size, the eye-catching sign above the building was that of a yellow coffee mug, with a coconut bra and grass skirt. “Haha, I like the sign” Valia giggled “Yeah it matches my outfit, see?” Delma said pointing to her coconut bra and grass skirt, “Though Billy Jean thought of the logo, you’ll meet her soon.” The two stepped inside, customers were lounging about drinking their beverages, some of them eating donuts. The counter was rather large, consisting of a full donut display selection. Valia struck with childlike wonderment gazed upon the donuts, “Look at them all, they’re so pretty!” Customers looked at her strangely, though Delma smiled. “Oh so is this the one you talked about over the phone last night?” said a womanly voice. Delma smiled acknowledging her co-worker, “OH, Billy Jean, yeah this is Valia, Valia this is Billy Jean!” Valia was pulled away from the rainbow of fried dough behind the glass to address the person acknowledging her. “Hello miss Billy Jean.” Valia looked up at the woman, she was a much darker completion than Delma, somewhat matching the coffee she served; her hair was shaven on the sides, giving the remaining whip of ebony hair in the center of the head some dangerous appeal. Her eyes were a piercing lavender as they looked down at her which was followed by a smiled the stretched across her thick lips. She too was clad in a coconut bra and grass skirt. “Hello Valia. I’m sorry sir what was that?” she asked a customer who kept gazing at Valia’s chest. “Oh a gold coffee!” he answered embarrassed “HEY D that’s on you get ready!” Delma swung around back to the counter and got her apron. From there on, Delma would serve orders as Billy Jean gave them out. Hours passed as she performed her duties at a blinding speed, this amazed Valia as she looked on in wonderment. “How is she doing all of that?” Valia said looking from afar. “Well hippo bottom as always been able to toss those hips around!” Valia shocked that anyone heard her, turned in her chair rather spooked. The large man looked down at the small woman “Oh didn’t mean to scare… the fuck, is your bra padded?” The man asked ogling at the mass that was attached to the girl’s body. Valia’s face grew red as she covered her chest. “Leave her alone Frank!” Scowled Billy Jean from afar, the sun’s setting light hitting her face, giving it a splendid orange glow. “Hey hey, no need to get mad, I was just teasing," said the fat balding giant, as he adjusted his tie. "Well see you dames later." he made his clumsy exit as Billy Jean scowled. "What an ass!" Billy-Jean hissed as she counted money. Delma giggled, "Don't mind him BJ, he's just a pervert." Billy Jean gave her a look "Don't call me that girl, it's gross!” Delma giggled, “Sorry, you’re funny when you’re mad.” People came and went, and before long it was closing time. "Well another successful day D," Billy Jean said counting up the earnings from the register. Delma giggled, "Awesome, well time to vault that dough!" Billy-Jean nodded, "Right, well want me to close up so you can take your daughter home?” Delma giggled, “Ha, don’t make fun” Valia, whose face was rested on a table with the use of her huge bosom as a pillow, stirred a little as she was shaken awake. Delma whisper in a mother-like tone, to settle Valia, “Okay, time to go home V” Valia wiped her mouth and nodded, before getting up with a bit of a struggle. Delma waved to her co-worker, "Thanks, Billy Jean!" Her co-worker waved back as she and her little friend made their way home. As they walked Valia yawned, “Hey Delma, how did you get so good at operating that machine?” Delma giggled, “Well a lot of practice in college I guess.” “College?” Valia questioned. "Oh you don't know about college, wait do I enroll you into a school or something?”Delma pondered. Valia yawned, “I don’t like school” Delma laughed, “Hah, yeah me neither, though education laws are pretty loose nowadays, kids don’t even have public school anymore!” “What’s public school?” Valia questioned further. Delma sighed, “Eh, don’t worry about it, though what did you think of the café?” Valia smiled, “I loved it, I think I would like to do what you do, but it seems so hard” Valia frowned. “Haha, don’t be silly, we have the equipment at home and I’m the owner, so nepotism is no problem for me!” Delma laughed, though Valia didn’t follow she smiled. “So, when can I start learning?” Delma smiled, “tonight if you like!” Once at home the girls removed their shoes at the entrance and Delma assumed a drill sergeant-like attitude, “Okay Red top, we’re going to have some dinner first, and then we can get to work on your coffee education!” Shen then thought, “Would you like to help me cook as well?” Valia nodded, “Yeah huh!” Delma rubbed her hand through her crimson hair, “Good girl” Now barefoot the two stood side by side at the kitchen counter cutting veggies “So what’s this called again?” Valia asked standing on a stepstool beside Delma. Delma laughed, “Shrimp fried rice!” Valia nodded at pensive at the thought questioning, “No celery right?” Delma giggled, “Nope, you’re going to have a real homemade meal!” Valia muttered, “Um Delma?" "Hmm?" Delma said as she tossed the sliced veggies into the pan. “Thanks for being there for me.” Delma smiled “You’re welcome Valia.” Not long after the two sat down for dinner Delma having a much larger bowl than Valia pointed to her “Hey now use a spoon instead of a fork, it’s easier!” Valia complied and shoved spoonful of the cuisine into her mouth “Oh my god this is great!” Valia broke into a voracious frenzy as she shoved more food into her mouth. “Haha, I’m glad you like it!” Delma grinned between mouthfuls. The two enjoyed their meal, and washed up the dishes “Okay now that’s all done let’s get down to business!” Valia nodded, Delma explained how the coffee/espresso machine worked and gave Valia a slow demo before giving her a shot at it. “Like this?” Valia asked pulling the wrong lever. Delma shook her head “No, no the other lever!” After Valia was getting the rhythm of things Dealma cheered her on,“Yeah, yeah, yeah that’s how you do it V!” “Okay now let’s do a few test runs before bed” Delma began to call out drinks that she would usually serve on an average day. Valia had to perform this orders in quick succession in order keep up with the demand. Valia was doing it, she kept up with what Delma told her, this surprised Valia as well because she knew firsthand that even in a controlled environment this kind of work was challenging. “Good, very good!” Delma clapped as Valia bowed “Okay, how about we do this every night for the next week, then the week after you’ll do the real thing?” Valia agreed, “Can I still come with you to work, being here alone is kind of scary” Delma in return, smiled and nodded. After that, the two took their showers, having to share one bathroom, they wished each other good night.

Chapter One: Valia the Vulnerable The Rising Angel Orphanage was a small establishment in the Irish district of Grasp City. It was headed by Father Fedichi, a fat, drunken slob of a man who could put on the airs of a holy man in the presence of others. However, in the privacy of his quarters, he was a slobbering pig, full as much sin as any devil. This day he had his eyes set on a young girl named Valia, the young 18-year old had blossomed in a way that caught the fat man’s eye. Once he had prepared himself he ordered for the girl to be brought in. She was frightened by being abruptly pulled from her room and sent to his office. “Is it true that you’ve been involved in some unholy activities, Miss Wake?” Due to her small stature, the priest towered over as he stood hands behind his back. “Leave us, sister!” he said in a bellowing tone as the nun who escorted Valia hurried back to her duties. He paced around the girl as she stood there in the center of the carpeted room, shaking like a leaf “Is it true that you’ve been involved in some unholy activities, Miss Wake?” “N-no, No Father haven’t,” The girl shook and lisped out through fat pouty. She began to fidget with the buttons of her uniform, her unnaturally large bosom making the outfit difficult to wear. “You don’t have to lie Miss Wake.”, Fedichi’s fat red face grew gentle, and as he laid a meaty paw on the girl’s shoulder. “Well I thought Johnny was cute so I,” Valia looked down in shame. Yellow teeth shone in the light as the Father grinned, “Well Miss Wake, there’s no need to continue, puffing words through those puffy lips it will only do more harm than good, let’s absolve you of your sin shall we?” Valia’s golden eyes lit up, “Really?” The Father nodded, “Remove your uniform please. Purification is best done in the nude. ” “Um… Alright, well you know best Father, “Valia began removing her uniform that was already causing her great discomfort, being two size too small. Her shoulder-length crimson pigtails bounced as she moved up and down. Fedichi looked on in amazement as her little purple fingernails fidgeted with the buttons of her dress shirt. When she was down to her underwear she folded her clothes and placed them before her bare feet. She looked at the Father with an expression of ignorance, assuming her task was complete. “Kay now what do I do?” The father’s brow rose as the light of the fireplace lit his face in a way that would make a small teen cry, “Why is bosom falling out of your brassiere, girl?” “Huh? Oh, um… it’s too small for me sir…” “Haha, now why is that girl, don’t you know it’s unbecoming for a blossoming young woman, with your “traits” to be without a proper brassier?” “Yes… yes Father I know,” Valia looked down at her chest, the massive mounds of vanilla flesh wobbling inside the teacup-like green bra. Walking towards her now he raises his hand and swipes at her chest like a bear. “Ekk,” she squealed as her mounds, now free wobbled and shook like hills of pudding before coming to a rest. She staggered back holding her chest in surprise, however, her recovery was short lived as she found her attacked again with the same intensity. There was a loud rip, as her green lacy panties torn from her developing hips, “Ahhh, b-but why?” The Father took an eye full at the girl’s form, she was like a doll; her white skin shone like porcelain against the glow of the embers. Her red hair in pigtails reflected the light with a brilliant sheen. Her fat rosy lips quivered, as her thin arms folded under the overstuffed yoga ball sized bosoms which were capped by convex areolas and thick pink budding nipples. Glances from her golden eyes looked at him and dashed themselves away, while her thin legs shuffled on tiny feet. “Well, aren’t you pretty?” Said the Father as a finger found itself resting under the girl’s chin. She lisped eye full of wonderment, “Really?” He looked back at her “Really” He then grasped her tiny wrist and guided her over to his desk, he grinned “We’re going to begin slow” “Father Fedichi!” squealed a young voice within the father’s quarters, Valia was getting rear-ended, her virgin sex struggling to keep up with the girth of a full grown man. “Please it’s too big” she cried as her scrawny legs kicked into the air; the Father grabbed her tiny ankles, using his meaty grasp to pull her tiny body further onto his girth. Tears streamed down her reddened cheeks as her plump lips mouthed feelings of anguish; Fedichi cared little for this and hoisted the teen against his robust body. As she was lifted from the Father’s desk her heavy breasts heaved, regaining their teardrop shape. The scarlet haired youth was bounced on father’s girth, impaled to the point where his massive shaft created a visible bulge in her slim torso. She screamed and hollered to no avail. After what seemed like an eternity of yelling and flesh smacking against flesh, Valia was silenced as the Father came. “Your sins have been absolved my child.” said the Fedichi as he plucked the twitching girl from his shaft, the quick release causing a loud pop. However, this wasn’t the last time Valia would need to be “absolved” over the next two months Valia was sent to the Father’s office for a minor infraction and dealt with in what became the customary way. “If you ever tell anyone about our little meeting, your time her won’t be very pleasant” he would tell her. Though over the passage of time she started to develop a likeness for the act, every time she saw the father’s member it put her in a state of submission. Was this a mental defense from trauma or a slut’s true nature? Who’s to say, however one morning Valia didn’t quite feel like herself and rushed to the toilet. “Hah, aw, why, why did I throw up?” she questioned rubbing her thick lips. Worried, she went to the orphanage’s nurse The woman looked at the young girl with apathy, “Well did you sneak food out of the kitchen last night?” Valia shook her head no, as the nurse ran down all the possible list of causes. Shooting Valia a glance she asked, “You haven’t been fornicating, have you?” Valia looked down, knowing she was caught, the guilt welling up in her chest. “I see”, the nurse turned from Valia and exited the office. Moments later she returned with a bottle of water and pulled a little box out of one of the draws, “Go to the bathroom, urinate on the strip, and come back here.” Valia scratched her head, “U-urinate?” The nurse sighed, “Pee on it you simple girl!” Valia nodded embarrassed again and did as she was told. She drank the water and waited for the magic to happen. When the feeling hit, she took the test out and peed on it, she sat there for a few minutes and before her eyes, the test proved positive for pregnancy. Not knowing what she was looking at, she returned to the nurse and showed her the test. “I see, this is what I thought, “she looked at Valia with sad eyes. Valia looked up at her “Is it bad?” The nurse shook her head “I wouldn’t say “bad”, you’re going to have a baby, now though, I will have to take this up with Father Fedichi!” Valia’s heart sank,“A-are you s-sure you need to t-tell him?” The nurse scowled, “Why not?” Valia shook her head, “No reason” “What will happen when he finds out, can I keep lying like this, what if he gets mad and tries to hurt me, what do I do, what do I?” In the moment Valia reached the only option she had, and that was to run. Valia ran out of the nurse’s office, down the hallway and down a flight of stairs. She stumbled cutting her face on the railing in the process, shaking off the pain she reached the back door that opened up to the parking lot. The weather was terrible, rain poured from the sky as lighting struck in far off distances. Valia kept running; when the nurse retuned to the infirmary with the Father close behind, she was startled “Where did she go, we have to alert the police!” Fedichi placed a firm hand on her shoulder, “No, we knew she would run off, she’s a whore’s daughter after all” “But sir! “The nurse pleading watching the Father walk away. The Father walked back to his room smiling. “Thanks for solving my problems for me” Valia ran for a mile before getting tired, her clothes were soaked, now heavy from the rain. Panting she plopped down on her knees holding her chest. “Hah, aw this isn’t far enough, but they hurt so m-much!” she muttered as she got up again and kept running. Before long nightfall hit and she was exhausted, not able to run anymore she collapsed, hitting a garbage can on the way down. The lights next to the house flicked on as a woman stepped out “Who the hell is it?” she roared armed with a baseball bat. “Who, was that?” she looked down to discover a shoeless girl breathing hard “Oh no”, she said as she bent down to hoist the girl up. Later Valia found herself in a warm space, her eyes flickered and she arose “Ekk!” She screeched as a face met her gaze, causing her to retreat into the sheets. “Don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you.” said a mature voice. “W-who are you?” Valia questioned the purple haired woman sitting by her bedside. “Oh, well I should ask you the same question little miss?” Valia looked down and shifted her gaze away from the woman “I was running.” The woman lifted a brow, “From who?” “I-I was running from a very bad situation can we just leave it at that?” The woman leaned back in her chair and folded her arms, “Okay that’s fine, well anyway I’m Delma Arpe, and what can I call you?” Valia sniffled, “I’m Valia, Valia Wake.” The woman smiled, “Well Valia do you have any family I can contact?” Valia shook her head, “No, I don’t have parents.” Delma eyes grew wide in surprise but then narrowed in sympathy, “Oh I-I’m sorry!” Valia looked down “I-it’s okay.” Delma tilted her head, her long purple hair falling to one side, “So, did you run from an orphanage or something?” Valia cried, “I don’t want to go back!” Delma put a worried hand to the girl’s cheek, “And why is that Valia?” Brushing the hand aside Valia cried, “I-I got pregnant and the person who did it will hurt me if they found out” Delma looked shocked at hearing the young girl was with child but softened into concern, putting a reassuring hand on the young girl’s shoulder, “Hey listen, I’m not going send you back there, nor am I getting the police involved, how about you just stay with me?” Valia looked into Delma’s soft magenta eyes, “You sure?” Delma gave a slight nod Valia smiled and leaped forth hugging Delma, she smiled, “Okay, okay now time to get some rest I’ll check on you in the morning, okay?” Valia nodded, Delma got up turned off the light in the room, “Good night.” “Good night miss Delma.”

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