Nocturama

Human history is peculiar. Many a time comes when the population rebels against a tyrannical ruler or government and overthrows them -- and most of the time they end up under another tyrannical government or ruler. The Brits rose up against Charles I and executed the king, only to find themselves under Oliver Cromwell and the British army. The French overthrew the "ancien regime" only to find themselves ruled by Emperor Napoleon. The Iranians took down SAVAK and the Shah only to find themselves under the rule of the ayatollahs.

The same thing happened again, only to a more extreme degree. In September 2026, every single authoritarian government on the planet seemed to collapse and fall simultaneously. Out of the ensuing chaos, a skilled man named Zohran maneuvered things so that a world government was formed -- with him as absolute ruler, of course. By November of 2026, Zohran had eliminated the concept of "private company": all corporations of any size were merged into OmniCorp, which was then seized by the government. All major religious organizations were either destroyed or brought under the heel of the government. (For example, the government seized the Catholic Church and immediately removed all cardinals, archbishops, bishops, priests and deacons who were unacceptable to the government, replacing them with ones hand-selected by Zohran and his government ministers. Zohran happened to approve of the Pope, so he wasn't replaced.) All media was controlled by the government: people on social media who had a lot of influence and who disapproved of the government were either "disappeared" or had their channels shut down. (If you had 100 followers, they didn't care: if you had 100,000, you had to toe the line.) All militaries, militias, criminal organizations, gangs, etc., were annihilated down to the last man (or woman.) No one was allowed privately owned firearms: Olympic athletes who used guns for their sport had to train at special locations where the weapons were permanently kept. If you wanted to hunt, you had to use a bow and arrow. (Exceptions were made for things like traditional Inuit hunting weapons, so they could keep to their lifestyle.)

Even if the people who were left wanted to revolt, they physically couldn't. And, of course, the world government-run media portrayed the things Zohran was doing as good for humanity (to be fair, destroying criminal gangs, illicit drugs, and terrorist organizations WERE good things.) One of the things he did was put in a new organization called the Global Volunteer Force: every living human had to join it on their 19th birthday and stay in it until their 21st birthday. They didn't HAVE to leave it when they turned 21, but that was the earliest they were allowed to.

Tim's 19th birthday was in August 2027. When it arrived, he had a Zoom call with the local GVF office and got his assignment. He was to go over every day and assist a 75-year-old woman, Miss Campbell. Nothing onerous, but he would help her with things like minor home maintenance, yard work, shopping, and other domestic tasks. If she didn't have any specific tasks for him on a particular day, he was to spend from noon to 8 p. m. in her company just hanging out with her and chatting, or however she wanted to socialize (watching movies, playing board games, etc.) Tim thought that was a very reasonable assignment.

Over the next few months, on the days where they merely chatted, Tim learned her history. Born in January 1952, she moved in with the man who would become her long-term partner in 1974. Their son was born in March 1976, after which she had her tubes tied and her partner got snipped -- one child was enough. She was very proud when her son graduated high school in June of 1994 and moved 500 miles away that fall to attend college. (Her son, to stay with his own romantic partner, would eventually move to the area that before Zohran took over and eliminated the concept of individual countries was known as Canada.) She was absolutely devastated when in 1995, her partner was killed in a bombing by two domestic terrorists. Up until that point, Miss Campbell had a normal frame for her height (about five feet tall): afterwards, for three years she took solace in eating every bit of comfort food she could get her hands on. Her boobs, butt and belly all grew huge as a result, and even after she gradually got over what happened, they stayed that way -- she was almost as wide as she was tall. Her hair was pure white. Tim was the first person to regularly interact with her since her partner's death.

Tim gave her a kind, sympathetic hug every day before leaving. She seemed to appreciate it. One day in late January of 2028, the weather -- which at 4 p. m. had consisted of gentle rain -- had by 8 p. m. turned into a howling storm that the forecasters said would last until about 10 a. m. the next day.

"I don't want to risk driving in that," Tim observed. "Is it all right if I stay here and sleep on your couch tonight?"

Miss Campbell ran her eyes over Tim's slim, toned body, his short black hair (kept in a military-style buzzcut) and his ruggedly handsome face, which was clean-shaven. He was normal height for a man his age, about five-feet-nine-inches, or about a head taller than her. "Of course you may stay the night, dearie. But I would be a terrible hostess if I made you sleep on that old couch -- it wouldn't be comfortable. There's plenty of room in my bed and you can sleep properly."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am. If you don't want to change in front of me, change in the bathroom while I get into my sleep outfit and crawl under the covers."

Three minutes later, after Miss Campbell had made a pit stop, Tim entered the bathroom. When he came out, dressed only in his underwear, she was lying under the covers.

"I hope you don't mind..."

"Of course not, dear boy. You have to be comfortable. Now come join me and let's relax."

Tim slipped under the covers and lay on his side. She moved over and wrapped her arms around him. He could feel her big, soft body press against him.

"Miss Campbell?"

"We're nestled together in my bed, dear boy. Call me Irene."

"Okay. Irene, are you naked?"

"Of course, dearie. I always sleep naked."

"Is there a reason why your hand is brushing my dick through my underwear and your lips are kissing the back of my neck?"

"Because you're a lovely young man, dearie, and this old lady still has her sex drive. Being snuggled against you is making me very horny."

"Well, I am supposed to help you out..."

Irene giggled as she pulled back the blanket and removed Tim's underwear. "How long has it been since you had a release?"

Tim actually had to think about that one. "Several weeks."

"In that case, you'll need more than one cum to fully empty your balls. I think I'll start by using my mouth to drain you."

Tim certainly wasn't going to turn down a blowjob. He happily lay on his back and spread his legs. Irene got in position and began licking and sucking his balls to warm him up. When his cock was fully hard, she placed her lips at the tip of it and teased the head with her tongue. Tim moaned appreciatively. Irene opened her mouth and took most of his length in. She slid her tongue up and down along his shaft. Tim shivered with pleasure. Irene began bobbing her head up and down, taking Tim's pole all the way into her mouth and then having just the head in, cycling back and forth as she slid her tongue in circles on his twitching cock. She opened her mouth and her throat and took him all the way inside, massaging his very full balls as she deep-throated him. Tim let out a gasp as he filled her mouth with cum. She swallowed every drop, then kept licking for a minute or two to make sure Tim's pole was fully hard again.

"My pussy got very wet from that," she said. "Fuck me until you surrender all your cum."

Irene lay on her back, spreading her own legs. Tim got in position, then slid his pole into her dripping hole. Irene wrapped her thick legs around his hips. Tim established a slow, smooth rhythm, and Irene orgasmed instantly. Tim didn't slow down, building to a steady pumping. He lightly teased her swollen clit with his fingertip as he plowed her. Irene shivered through two more quick orgasms. Tim leaned forwards to kiss and suck on Irene's bountiful orbs. Irene wrapped her arms around his torso, holding him in place. He continued sucking her boobs while powering his cock in and out of her pussy. She had another orgasm. Her body quivered as he continued to plow her and she moaned lustily. Right as he unloaded his cum into her eager pussy, she climaxed yet again.

"Good boy," she whispered.

Tim merely smiled as he rolled off of her. She reached for his body and positioned him so his head was resting on her plump, pillowy chest. She gently caressed his cheek, and he closed his eyes. She pulled the blanket back over the two of them and turned out the lights as she closed her own eyes. They slept until mid-morning.

After they did their morning routine, they lay back down in the bed. Tim covered Irene's big, round belly and her thick legs with kisses.

"I'm glad you like my body so much," Irene grinned. She rotated so that she was face-down. "How's this view?"

Tim kissed and caressed her huge, soft butt. "Very nice."

Irene reached back and pulled Tim's body against hers. He wrapped his arms around her from behind. She teasingly rubbed her fleshy rear against his groin. His cock stiffened to full mast.

"Are you thinking about fucking me from behind?" she husked. His cock twitching against her flesh was all the answer she needed. "Do it." She got on her hands and knees and spread her legs. Her pussy was already starting to leak love-juice.

"With pleasure," he replied, sliding into her. He put his hands on her hips and began thrusting. Her big body shook as she pressed backwards, trying to get him as deep as possible. He happily slid smoothly in and out of her. She let out a lusty squeal as she climaxed. He continued his smooth rhythm, thrusting his cock as deep as it would go. She had several more quick orgasms. He leaned forwards and cupped her soft, pendulous breasts. She moaned as he lightly tweaked her nipples, using the same rhythm as he used to make love. She squeaked as he sped up, now slamming into her hard and fast. Three orgasms later, her pussy clamped around his cock and milked it dry, sucking every drop of sperm from his swollen nuts. She then collapsed forwards onto the bed, spent. He lay on top of her, recovering. It was noon by the time they had the energy to move.

"Today I want to just hold you and cuddle until our bodies recharge," she murmured.

"I'd like that," he replied.

Irene wrapped her arms around Tim and cradled him. He pressed more firmly up against her. The two of them lay together, sometimes chatting for a bit, sometimes enjoying the quiet intimacy. They broke apart only for pit stops and for a meal. After a day of relaxation and happiness, Irene reached for Tim's groin. It was about 7:30 p. m.

"I still haven't actually seen you cum," she said. "We have just enough time for you to coat me with your delicious sperm."

Tim grinned. "I won't say no to that."

Irene lay on her back and helped Tim position himself so his dick was between her giant breasts. She stroked him until she was certain he was fully erect.

"Fuck my tits until you're about to cum, then blast it all over my chest and belly," she instructed him.

"Yes, dear," he chuckled. He began sliding his cock in between her breasts. She pressed them together, making a tunnel. He steadily pumped away as Irene began moaning. Hearing her sexy sounds made Tim even harder. He continued thrusting in the valley between Irene's marvelous melons. Irene's body visibly shuddered. Tim sped up his motion, really driving his hips back and forth. Irene yowled as she quivered through an orgasm. Tim's cock began twitching as Irene pressed her orbs more firmly against his rod. His breathing began coming in gasps. Irene sensed he was getting close and that thought triggered her second orgasm. Tim's legs tensed as he violently thrust in and out of the fleshy tunnel between Irene's knockers. Right as he felt his balls start to boil over, he popped his pecker free of her chest, aimed it downwards, and began shotting streams of hot, sticky cum onto Irene's flesh. As instructed, he sprayed it all over her chest and belly.

Irene rubbed his cum into her skin like it was lotion. "That was wonderful, dearie. Since the storm is past, you are free to go... if you want to. You're always welcome to spend nights with me in my bed if you're in the mood for some hot lovin' from this horny old babe."

Tim smiled at her. "You drained me pretty well tonight, but that's definitely an offer I'll take you up on in the future."

He didn't spend every night from then on with Irene -- sometimes only being with her from noon to 8, like his assignment specified -- but they did spend several nights per week together in her bed. And he kept his assignment with the GVF for eight months and four days past his 21st birthday, when he woke up after a night with Irene to find out that she had peacefully passed away in her sleep.