Shake Sampling

She is sampling the shakes! All of them!

Done on a Wacom Cintiq 13HD!

Enjoy~!

Story that goes along with it, courtesy of canneloni-macaroni.tumblr.com/ :

I checked my watch. 17:40. I was meant to be here at six, but it never hurt to be early. Besides, I didn't know when she'd be here, and I had been waiting for this for months. I stepped out of the taxi, handed the driver his money, and looked up at the hotel as it towered above me. I swallowed, even though it was hard for it to get past the butterflies in my stomach.

I walked through the front doors and made my way over to the hotel bar. Something there could settle my guts, and I could surely do with it.

It was then that I saw her.

Her name was Milja, she was seated up by the bar sipping at a milkshake. She had one stool, even though she could sit comfortably across three. She was a holder of several world records, including greatest dimensions around her hips and heaviest person working as a pin-up model.

She was clad in dark yoga pants, tight like a drum skin against her huge butt and thighs. I could see the outline of her panties beneath, like they were trying to escape through the fabric. She leaned forward to get her drink and her pants slipped right off, the top half of her butt poking out, squeezed against the tight fabric, pink panties on display. She didn't even parse it, people were staring but she didn't even roll her eyes or laugh. She was wearing a green hoodie as well, but it covered up so little it seemed like not much more than a politeness at this point. Her pale belly hung from beneath the hem, resting on the floor, quivering every time she leaned forwards or sat back, jiggling like a giant jelly. Her feet dug in to it, and every now and then she'd play with it with gentle kicks.

She looked over her shoulder and saw me. "Oh, you're early!" She said.

I could feel my cheeks flushing, I tried to avoid her gaze but it was obvious I had been caught out. I walked over and sat on one of the available stools next to her. She giggled and flicked her hair over her shoulder. The two-tone look had become her trademark. Over the years she had been modelling she had changed shape and size year in, year out, but the white highlight in her hair was the one constant.

"What's wrong?" She asked, "You're acting like you're about to meet the Queen of England."

"Well, it's just..." I tried to find the words, "I've never really done this before."

"Hah, oh don't worry." Milja just scoffed at my umming and aahing. "It'll be fun." She finished her drink and left it on the bar, leaving a 20 for the tender.

"You had a few of those before I got here?" She just smiled dryly, maybe she had more than a few.

"This way," She said, heading in the direction of the elevators. She hitched her pants up again so they covered her butt, but they honestly looked like they were about to explode off. The wiggle from each footstep was hypnotising, but I managed to keep my composure.

The doors opened with a ping, and she gestured for me to go in first. She then followed after me, turned her back to face the lift buttons, and completely filled the elevator with her butt and belly. She tapped a button, and a droning noise confirmed that the elevator was in motion.

I tried to move my arms, tried to shuffle my feet, but I was pinned to the wall between her two buttcheeks. I couldn't complain too much, and a cheeky smirk and a look over her shoulder confirmed that Milja knew exactly what she was doing. She pulled her purse out of the pocket of her hoodie, dropped it to the ground and rolled her eyes at me.

"Butterfingers, right?" She bent over to pick it up. Whatever breathing room I had was swiftly disappeared as she leaned most of her body weight directly on to me. The lift was cramped, even more so than regular, but there was room for her to maneouvre. I wriggled, tried to get my hands free, but it was no use. Each convulsion from me just sent massive ripples through her multiple yards of butt.

She giggled and stood back upright. "Got it!" She laughed as the elevator pinged. We were at our stop. The door opened in front of us and she strode out, walking towards her room. I caught my breath and followed.

Milja pushed her key in the lock and opened the wide doors to her hotel room. I followed after, closing them with a gentle click. "Starting from now, you have thirty minutes." She said quite authoratively, "Touching is fine, I'm good with squashing whenever you ask. When I say no stop straight away, or I will cut the session short and call security. There's lots of food in the mini fridge. Restraints if you want, too. Do you have any questions?"

"No ma'am", I replied.

"Then let's get started." She said, smiling again. She slipped her fingers beneath her hoodie and began to peel it upwards. Even though her titanic belly hung down beneath it, there was still something tantalising as she pulled it up and over her head. Her breasts were suspended in a red bra, the same colour as her panties. She grinned, before turning around and slipping her fingers in the waistline of her pants, pulling them just over her butt with her thighs still covered. She looked over her shoulder and winked at me. I couldn't help myself, I leaned over and squeezed, getting two handfuls of butt with still more than enough spare. She removed her pants and discarded them, tossing them onto a nearby armchair, before looking back to me again. "What would you like to do first?"

"I just..." I ran my hands up and down her body, exploring the folds created by her fat belly. She cooed, like it was a tickling sensation. Her skin was so soft, it felt like she had come straight from a massage parlour and to the hotel. I tried to reach my arms around to her front, but I couldn't get around her back. It was hard to fathom just how much bigger than me she was, how much bigger than anyone she was. I reached down to the elastic band around her panties and tugged down at them.

Slowly, her panties sank down. I squeezed at her immense butt with one hand and she turned around to me, smiling. "I think it's obvious what your favourite part is." She said, "Why don't you get comfortable on that bed and you can get familiar with it?"

I obeyed straight away.

She sat down at the end of the bed, which was when I realised. This was a queen-size, but her butt was just too big to all fit on the mattress. She stood up, gave me a wiggle, then descended onto me butt first.

I gasped for air, I could feel myself being pushed into the cushions underneath Milja. The pressure felt incredible, I was able to reach up with one free hand and grasp at the side of her hip, feeling the skin squish and react to my touch.

I could hear her laugh. "You are feisty, aren't you?" She said, before lifting herself up again just to drop on me. I snatched a few gasps of air just before they were squeezed from me beneath her enormous ass. She fidgeted around, grinding me deeper into the bed, until she found somewhere comfortable to sit. I wasn't complaining, either.

The thirty minutes came and went, we took turns feeding each other, interacting, feeling each other's touch, and by the time the alarm had ran out even Milja had lost track of time. She turned to me, and leaned in close to whisper in my ear. "Your 30 minutes are over, but I'd be happy to give you a little extra for being such a great customer."

How could I resist?