Millie's Mom has got it going on
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I was surfing my flist earlier today and I saw a Blaise's mom has
got it going on fic. This has changed into a series of fics. When I
asked
charlotteschaos
for a pairing, I received Millicent Bulstrode's mother and Justin
Finch-Fletchley. I have no idea where the following fic came from but
here it is. I don't know if you'd classify this as crack but I'm going
to.
Title: Giant Globes of Goodness
Pairing: Millicent Bulstrode's mother (Ursula Bulstrode)/ Justin Finch-Fletchley
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Justin is forced to spend the Interhouse Unity family day with the Bulstrode's.
Warnings: Cheeseball descriptions for breasts, pwp, domineering large woman
A/N: I make a point throughout the fic about Mrs. Bulstrode's size. This does not mean that I think large people are unattractive. I asked a friend what he fantasized about a few months ago and this is what he described. As the Bulstrode's are supposed to be large people, that is the inspiration. Please do not think I am poking fun at large people (as I myself am on the large-ish size).
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“I’ve heard of this Interhouse Unity,” Ursula Bulstrode sniffed, “but this is taking it too far. Why ever must we spend our family time with a Hufflepuff?” Millicent Bulstrode flipped her hair behind her shoulder once more in a gesture of superiority over the rest of their group.
Justin Finch-Fletchley was a curly haired boy whose family was unable to join in on the Family Days festivities. As part of the Interhouse Unity project, Headmistress McGonagall assigned him to socialize with the Bulstrodes.
The family was very similar in build to rugby players. They were all broad, muscular and, if Justin was honest with himself, physically intimidating. The cloud of hair surrounding Ursula’s head exacerbated those characteristics. They ate like machines, pushing food into their mouths with a grace that was almost beautiful to watch.
Justin found his eyes constantly glancing towards Ursula as she sniffed, hemmed and hawed at the people around her. She was physically unattractive and yet, Justin found her thick biceps, her double chin and her swollen wrists to be strangely attractive. Her breasts were gigantic and he wanted nothing more than to press his face into them. If he died of asphyxiation while partaking of those giant globes of goodness, he would die a happy man.
As he sat there contemplating her huge attributes, Ursula sniffed once more before addressing the group.
“Well, Hufflepuff, as we’re stuck with you, the least you can do is show me to the ladies’ facilities.” Ursula held out a hand as if she were a queen and waited for Justin to come around the table and help her to her feet. “Millie, love, we’ll be right back. Do try not to eat all the pudding.” Millicent nodded her head but didn’t raise it from its pose directly above her plate.
Justin was nervous as he escorted Ursula Bulstrode through the corridors. His gaze kept drifting towards her breasts. He found himself hardening as he walked and eventually his gait started to reflect it.
“What is your problem, Hufflepuff?” His cock hardened even further every time she talked down to him. He wanted to hear that sneering tone as he buried his head between her breasts.
“My name is Justin, madam.” A quiver was apparent in his voice.
“You are in Hufflepuff, correct?” Justin nodded in affirmation. “Considering that I shan’t see you after today, I don’t need to know your name. You are a Hufflepuff. I see no problem calling you such. Are you ashamed of your house, Hufflepuff?” Justin shook his head.
“No, madam, not at all, I’m quite proud to be a Hufflepuff.” Ursula sniffed once more.
The had reached the girl's bathroom and Justin pointed out the door for Ursula. He shifted uncomfortably as he imagined her primping in front of the mirror, perhaps readjusting her bra.
“Whatever is your problem? Can you not stand properly? Do you need to use the facilities?” Justin was painfully aware that he was being to love Millicent’s mother’s domineering personality. Because he was so aroused, he couldn’t answer vocally without betraying his problem, so he shook his head instead.
Ursula sniffed once more and then went into the bathroom. Justin rubbed over his cloth-covered pants as he waited for the large woman to finish in the bathroom. After a reasonable amount of time had passed and Ursula still had not appeared, Justin knocked on the door.
“Ma’am? Are you alright?” He didn’t hear a response so he cracked the door a bit and yelled in once more. “Ma’am?” There was a small moan.
Afraid that the woman had managed to hurt herself while he was partially responsible for her, Justin went into the bathroom. Once he got in, he stopped and stared. There, standing in front of the sinks, Mrs. Bulstrode was standing in her corset and skirt. Her silken shirt was hanging in mid-air as she fixed her corset.
“Hufflepuff, come here and tighten my strings!” Justin let out an involuntary moan. He tried to avert his eyes, or at least he convinced himself he tried. However, all they could focus on were the huge white globes in front of him. Her tits were massive; the stretch marks that spidered their way across them showed just how immense they really were. It took every ounce of willpower for him not to reach his hand out and trace those thin lines.
“Sometime in the next century would be greatly appreciated. Are you mentally impaired, boy?” Justin shook his head as he continued to stare. “Whatever are you looking at, Hufflepuff? I’m in need here. Tighten my strings and be quick about it.”
Justin walked around behind the large woman and stared at the strings that were pulling the boned corset together. The corset itself looked like it was straining at its seams. There was quite a bit of flesh for Justin to bury himself in. With shaking hands, Justin reached up and drifted his hands across the older woman’s back as he reached for the strings. His gesture was rewarded when Ursula gave a small shiver.
He pulled and tightened the strings as he went down her back. He made sure to touch her flesh at every opportunity. Finally, he reached the end and tied the strings off. Under the pretext of laying the strings flat, he touched the top of Ursula’s butt cheeks. A groan escaped his mouth.
Before he could react, Ursula turned around and pressed Justin into her chest. She was a fair amount taller than he was and his face pressed right above her breasts. He nervously went to lick his lips but instead, he licked across her collarbone. Ursula moaned and pressed him closer.
Justin was starting to have problems breathing as he pressed into all that extra flesh. He bent his knees just a bit and pushed his face into where he wanted to be. As he felt the mounds touch his cheeks, he lost control and orgasmed.
“If you’re quite done with your breast fixation, clean yourself off. I’m ready to go back to my daughter.” The haughty tone was reinforced by the shove away from Ursula. Red-faced, Justin looked up. “Now, Hufflepuff. I’m so thankful my daughter was not sorted into your inanely silly house.” Ursula put her shirt back on and smoothed it.
As the two stepped back out of the girl’s bathroom, a flash confronted Justin. Colin Creevey kept snapping photographs as a few of the boys that surrounded them clapped.
Harry Potter walked up and slapped Justin on the back. “Welcome to MILF, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“He certainly did not have it in anything other than his pants.” Ursula sniffed. The rest of the group laughed at Justin’s expense. He couldn’t help the fact that he hardened once more in his embarrassment.
There it is... hope I lived up to the rest of the stories. You can find a list of these stories here.
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Title: Giant Globes of Goodness
Pairing: Millicent Bulstrode's mother (Ursula Bulstrode)/ Justin Finch-Fletchley
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Justin is forced to spend the Interhouse Unity family day with the Bulstrode's.
Warnings: Cheeseball descriptions for breasts, pwp, domineering large woman
A/N: I make a point throughout the fic about Mrs. Bulstrode's size. This does not mean that I think large people are unattractive. I asked a friend what he fantasized about a few months ago and this is what he described. As the Bulstrode's are supposed to be large people, that is the inspiration. Please do not think I am poking fun at large people (as I myself am on the large-ish size).
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“I’ve heard of this Interhouse Unity,” Ursula Bulstrode sniffed, “but this is taking it too far. Why ever must we spend our family time with a Hufflepuff?” Millicent Bulstrode flipped her hair behind her shoulder once more in a gesture of superiority over the rest of their group.
Justin Finch-Fletchley was a curly haired boy whose family was unable to join in on the Family Days festivities. As part of the Interhouse Unity project, Headmistress McGonagall assigned him to socialize with the Bulstrodes.
The family was very similar in build to rugby players. They were all broad, muscular and, if Justin was honest with himself, physically intimidating. The cloud of hair surrounding Ursula’s head exacerbated those characteristics. They ate like machines, pushing food into their mouths with a grace that was almost beautiful to watch.
Justin found his eyes constantly glancing towards Ursula as she sniffed, hemmed and hawed at the people around her. She was physically unattractive and yet, Justin found her thick biceps, her double chin and her swollen wrists to be strangely attractive. Her breasts were gigantic and he wanted nothing more than to press his face into them. If he died of asphyxiation while partaking of those giant globes of goodness, he would die a happy man.
As he sat there contemplating her huge attributes, Ursula sniffed once more before addressing the group.
“Well, Hufflepuff, as we’re stuck with you, the least you can do is show me to the ladies’ facilities.” Ursula held out a hand as if she were a queen and waited for Justin to come around the table and help her to her feet. “Millie, love, we’ll be right back. Do try not to eat all the pudding.” Millicent nodded her head but didn’t raise it from its pose directly above her plate.
Justin was nervous as he escorted Ursula Bulstrode through the corridors. His gaze kept drifting towards her breasts. He found himself hardening as he walked and eventually his gait started to reflect it.
“What is your problem, Hufflepuff?” His cock hardened even further every time she talked down to him. He wanted to hear that sneering tone as he buried his head between her breasts.
“My name is Justin, madam.” A quiver was apparent in his voice.
“You are in Hufflepuff, correct?” Justin nodded in affirmation. “Considering that I shan’t see you after today, I don’t need to know your name. You are a Hufflepuff. I see no problem calling you such. Are you ashamed of your house, Hufflepuff?” Justin shook his head.
“No, madam, not at all, I’m quite proud to be a Hufflepuff.” Ursula sniffed once more.
The had reached the girl's bathroom and Justin pointed out the door for Ursula. He shifted uncomfortably as he imagined her primping in front of the mirror, perhaps readjusting her bra.
“Whatever is your problem? Can you not stand properly? Do you need to use the facilities?” Justin was painfully aware that he was being to love Millicent’s mother’s domineering personality. Because he was so aroused, he couldn’t answer vocally without betraying his problem, so he shook his head instead.
Ursula sniffed once more and then went into the bathroom. Justin rubbed over his cloth-covered pants as he waited for the large woman to finish in the bathroom. After a reasonable amount of time had passed and Ursula still had not appeared, Justin knocked on the door.
“Ma’am? Are you alright?” He didn’t hear a response so he cracked the door a bit and yelled in once more. “Ma’am?” There was a small moan.
Afraid that the woman had managed to hurt herself while he was partially responsible for her, Justin went into the bathroom. Once he got in, he stopped and stared. There, standing in front of the sinks, Mrs. Bulstrode was standing in her corset and skirt. Her silken shirt was hanging in mid-air as she fixed her corset.
“Hufflepuff, come here and tighten my strings!” Justin let out an involuntary moan. He tried to avert his eyes, or at least he convinced himself he tried. However, all they could focus on were the huge white globes in front of him. Her tits were massive; the stretch marks that spidered their way across them showed just how immense they really were. It took every ounce of willpower for him not to reach his hand out and trace those thin lines.
“Sometime in the next century would be greatly appreciated. Are you mentally impaired, boy?” Justin shook his head as he continued to stare. “Whatever are you looking at, Hufflepuff? I’m in need here. Tighten my strings and be quick about it.”
Justin walked around behind the large woman and stared at the strings that were pulling the boned corset together. The corset itself looked like it was straining at its seams. There was quite a bit of flesh for Justin to bury himself in. With shaking hands, Justin reached up and drifted his hands across the older woman’s back as he reached for the strings. His gesture was rewarded when Ursula gave a small shiver.
He pulled and tightened the strings as he went down her back. He made sure to touch her flesh at every opportunity. Finally, he reached the end and tied the strings off. Under the pretext of laying the strings flat, he touched the top of Ursula’s butt cheeks. A groan escaped his mouth.
Before he could react, Ursula turned around and pressed Justin into her chest. She was a fair amount taller than he was and his face pressed right above her breasts. He nervously went to lick his lips but instead, he licked across her collarbone. Ursula moaned and pressed him closer.
Justin was starting to have problems breathing as he pressed into all that extra flesh. He bent his knees just a bit and pushed his face into where he wanted to be. As he felt the mounds touch his cheeks, he lost control and orgasmed.
“If you’re quite done with your breast fixation, clean yourself off. I’m ready to go back to my daughter.” The haughty tone was reinforced by the shove away from Ursula. Red-faced, Justin looked up. “Now, Hufflepuff. I’m so thankful my daughter was not sorted into your inanely silly house.” Ursula put her shirt back on and smoothed it.
As the two stepped back out of the girl’s bathroom, a flash confronted Justin. Colin Creevey kept snapping photographs as a few of the boys that surrounded them clapped.
Harry Potter walked up and slapped Justin on the back. “Welcome to MILF, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“He certainly did not have it in anything other than his pants.” Ursula sniffed. The rest of the group laughed at Justin’s expense. He couldn’t help the fact that he hardened once more in his embarrassment.
There it is... hope I lived up to the rest of the stories. You can find a list of these stories here.
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Date: 2005-09-17 08:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-19 03:59 am (UTC)All that kept going through my mind was a duet between "millie's mom has got it going on" and "I like big boobs and I cannot lie, you other brothers can't deny"... it made me chuckle.
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Date: 2005-09-19 04:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-18 06:18 am (UTC)*runs to add it to my journal entry!!*
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Date: 2005-09-19 03:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-20 03:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-19 05:50 am (UTC)“If you’re quite done with your breast fixation, clean yourself off. I’m ready to go back to my daughter.”
*dies*
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Date: 2005-09-19 06:42 pm (UTC)I have a friend with an unhealthy breast fixation... he just wants to smother himself with them. Maybe cause I have my own set, I just don't see the allure?