SWEET TOOTH #4 [BBW, M/F, Dom/Sub]

#**SWEET TOOTH #4**

 

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###**| Summary**

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*…A suspenseful tale, with more than a handful of taboo twists.*

 

*Sweet Tooth* is about Samantha, a big woman, who – with the help of an eccentric younger man – finally overcomes her life-long sweet tooth. Expect a surreal, playful story about a unique Dom/Sub relationship, told in eight gloriously *messy* chapters.

 

[Links to all chapters of *Sweet Tooth* in the comments below.]

 

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###**| Author’s Note**

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*Well, it’s about time I checked in on you again, dear Reader.* I’m sure you’ve noticed that I skipped an entry in the table of contents. I’m still going to go back and write that part, but let me explain… Both of these “interludes” are interconnected flashbacks, taking place while Samantha is left alone in the garage. *She does have a wild imagination.* They won’t be required reading to follow *Sweet Tooth* and will mostly serve more as supplementary content.

 

After the conclusion of this chapter, I suspect you’ll know where the remainder of my story is going. Not to say there aren’t surprises left; I’ve still got plenty of those left, don’t worry. We’re only halfway through *Sweet Tooth*, after all. But at the very least, you’ll know why the word *messy* was used in the summary…

 

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###**| FOUR:** *Voices Heard in the Darkness*

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The garage was pitch black…

 

Silence echoed off of the cement walls. It was the closest to full sensory depravation that Samantha had ever experienced. Even if there *had* been light, Samantha still wouldn’t have been able to see a thing. She’d been gagged and blindfolded, after Jasper ordered Samantha to climb on-top of the table and to lay down flat on her back. While being bound, she had felt remarkably calm. Jasper’s hands had a way of soothing her, no matter the context. But since then, Samantha had been given only this compounding silence to keep her company; and now, it was threatening to suffocate her.

 

*Where is he?,* Samantha thought, feeling a burning desperation ignite inside her chest. *And how long does he expect me to lay here?* The intoxicating uncertainty Samantha had felt earlier – while soaking in the bathtub, blanketed in warm suds – was now beginning to curdle into something resembling dread. It was becoming all to easy to picture herself as the hopeless damsel in some exploitative, B-grade horror movie.

 

Once or twice, Samantha thought she might have heard the sound of shoes scuffing on the concrete floor. But after a few moments of silence, she wrote these off as mere tricks of the mind.

 

It was hard to know exactly how much time had passed. It felt like an eternity, even though she knew it couldn’t have been longer than an hour.

 

And that’s when she began to hear *the voices*. They were far-off sounding, muffled and almost entirely indiscernible. The blindfold around Samantha’s eyes obscured not only her vision, but her hearing, too; still, she was able to pinpoint the sound as coming from Jasper’s adjacent living-room. Not matter how hard she tried to concentrate, though, Samantha simply couldn’t make out a word of their conversation. She squinted her eyes under the satin blindfold, attempting to block out even the darkness from distracting her. But the harder she focused, the more distant the voices seemed to become, as if Samantha had been recalling them from a dream. Suddenly, she wondered if these voices hadn’t been her imagination trying to fill in the void left by this deafening silence.

 

*This is driving me nuts. I can’t handle this for one more mi–*

 

Her thoughts were cut-off abruptly, when Samantha heard the door to the garage opening. This, she was sure, was no trick of the mind…

 

It wasn’t Jasper who walked into the garage. Samantha heard two distinct sets of foot-steps and neither had the measured gait she’d come to know as his. Their voices whispering back and forth as they approached, but Samantha was only able to make out a few scarce phrases: “her fat tits”, “we’ll need more icing”, “be ready in time?”

 

A set of hands cupped themselves under Samantha’s left breast and lifted it upward, in an oddly clinical manner, as if she were being inspected. It didn’t feel particularly good. Samantha suspected ithis was a practical gesture of some-sort… But to what end?

 

She attempted to ask the stranger what he was doing, but the gag in her mouth proved more effective than she had thought. They had heard whatever sound she did manage to make, because the two strangers laughed amongst themselves, then one of the men patted her on the shoulder. A moment later, another set of hands lifted her other tit, holding it up. This second set of hands felt smaller than the first and evidently, they were having a much harder time of managing Samantha’s colossal breasts.

 

What are they doing to me?, Samantha thought. This isn’t se—

 

Then, something startlingly cold was placed on-top of Samantha’s stomach. The perplexing sensation cut off all ability to think. It was something cold and wet feeling; heavy, too. And really large. Samantha felt it began to slowly slide across her tummy, daring to fall onto the garage floor below.

 

As if the men tending to her had noticed this too, both sets of hands lowered her tits down on-top of the thing, anchoring it down to her belly. That’s when she realized what it was; partially, because of the way her breasts had sunk through the thing, but also, it was now close enough for her to smell: It’s the Birthday cake…

 

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