Evening Classes

by Big Melanie

 

It’s not easy to remember what my life was like just a few short years ago. Everything has changed beyond all recognition and life will never be the same again.

As is traditional I’d better start from the beginning. Or as far back as is useful.

My name is Stephen Richardson and I was a fairly ordinary person of 42 living in London, working in insurance and enjoying most aspects of my life. I was still single, a fact that didn’t really bother me. I’d never been very good with relationships with women and I guess I’d just got used to it. Being on my own was now just part of life. It does however, leave you with more spare time than many people enjoy and I’d taken to filling mine with education. I’d studied for a few exams for career but now I studied because I enjoyed it. Not to bore you with the details but the course I was doing at the time when everything started to change involved a module on fundamental religions. My personal tutor was just about the best person I could have had. He was a large man in his early fifties from somewhere in North Africa. As I had chosen to look at fundamentalism in Islam, the fact that Lara was a Muslim was a significant advantage.

I hadn’t been long into the programme before I realised that if I were to do any good at all on this course it was likely to be more down to Lara than to me. He was the most wonderful teacher and an incredibly knowledgeable man. Over the weeks I came not only to trust his judgement but also grow to like him. He was kind, polite and quite often humorous. He seemed to really enjoy what he did and put every effort into it.

Lara suggested that what I really needed to ‘wow’ the examiners was to have practical experience of being exposed, first hand, to a Muslim culture. He said that I should visit a mosque that supported and behaved in a fundamentalist fashion. If I really wanted to experience that, Lara said that I would have to visit the Middle East.

I’d never been to that part of the world before but gave it serious thought. I did have some time booked off work coming up and was hoping to claim a cheap late booking to Greece or Cyprus. I considered that this was on the edge of the Middle East and that whilst going a bit further would be more expensive it would be so much more advantageous to my paper.

What really clinched it was when Lara told me that he was holidaying in Egypt and agreed for me to tag along so that he could act as guide.

Up until that point I hadn’t realised how little I knew about Lara. As we chatted on the plane he told me that he only taught evening classes as a hobby. He was in fact quite comfortably off financially but got bored. Like me he’d never married simply because he had never found the right person. Unlike me, he was more resigned to than happy with his situation.

Egypt, at least the Egypt that perhaps the usual tourist sees very little of, was a real culture shock. Lara took me to fabulous places to me some fabulous people but still we hadn’t visited the mosque that we had decided on.

Eventually the day came when Lara bucked up courage enough to tell me the truth.

"Stephen, my friends tell me that there is only one way for you to visit the mosque. There is great hostility here to westerners. They tolerate them because of the money they bring but they are hated. They particularly hate white westerners like you. But the worst kind is a white westerner who wants to visit the mosque for academic purposes. They feel people like that just want to treat them as a side-show. Something to gawp at. Just a voyeur."

I was devastated. All this way and for nothing. Lara could see my sense of disappointment and his face broke into a broad smile.

"Stephen, don’t be so sad. I have thought of a way."

I brightened immediately until I heard his ‘way’.

Lara said that I could not go in like I was as it was obvious I was a white westerner and that I had little understanding of the customs. He said that there was one way I could go in well covered up. If I were to go as his wife. Whilst it seemed ridiculous that anyone could pass me off as a woman, I knew enough about Islam to know that under their tent-like black robes it would be difficult to tell if I were even human. The veil would hide my face and my hands and feet could be easily dyed.

It must be said that once I’d got the whole outfit on I did look convincing. Hidden were my boxers and the very badly padded bra that Lara had managed to obtain. More importantly, my face was completely hidden by my veil.

Lara told me to simply act in subjection to him and he would ensure that we remained undetected.

When we arrived at the mosque I had no doubt that Lara would be right. He always was and with the crowds of people milling around moving in what seemed like every different direction it would be inconceivable that anyone would see us as any different from all the others there.

I’d always believed that people from this part of the world tended to be built a bit like me, quite small. That stereotype was firmly embedded in my mind right up until the time when two very large guards laid their hands on our shoulders and invited us into a small room just to the side. Inside the room three ‘officials’ awaited us. They explained to us in no uncertain terms that they knew exactly what had been going on. Lara and I were held by our arms by the two guards and another two who were already in the room. We were questioned and as we had been so complacent as not even to have constructed a story before we went in, we had to tell the truth.

The smallest and cruellest looking of the officials said that as Lara wanted me as his wife, he could have me as his wife and that he would have to pay for whatever the costs were for the ‘wedding’ and the ‘preparations’. Both of which sounded ominous to me. At this point my veil was replaced but higher up so that my eyes were even covered and we were led out of the small room by another door into a waiting car.

If it was dark under my veil, I was to experience a far deeper darkness with no more warning than the very brief whiff of a strong chemical. The word chloroform had only just entered my brain when everything went very black.

Brief forays back into the real world were accompanied by the weirdest of dreams. I saw faces and could never tell if they were real or imagined. Whether in my dreams or in reality I seemed totally unable to move. It was as if my arms and legs were just too heavy for me to move. Even my eyelids felt like they weighed too much to raise.

As with most mornings when you wake up it’s almost impossible to tell how long you’ve been asleep, until you look at a clock. I had no idea how long I’d been asleep.

It might have been hours or years. I had no way of telling but when I did finally wake up it was to the concerned face of Lara. My goodness he looked terrible. He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. A fact that I was to find out later was a gross underestimate. It seemed he had caught the odd catnap but little else in the five weeks I’d been asleep. His eyes were bloodshot and even though the colour of his skin was still very black, he seemed somewhat pale. He just looked awful.

As I went to speak, he hushed me and just held up my head and gave me a little water.

He told me much of what had happened. He was so kind and caring in the way that he explained it, taking great trouble to leave until later such details that he knew would cause me distress.

It seemed that when the car we were travelling in arrived at the small and very secluded clinic I was now in, Lara was given a good talking to. He was told that he would marry me and that I would live with him as his wife. He was told that he had no choice and that he was to accept their judgement. He was told that if he tried in anyway to fight against them that even in England he would be disciplined.

When they left the clinic, the doctor who was to perform my surgery sheepishly whispered to Lara that he should follow him. He told him that he didn’t want to perform the surgery but had no choice. He was frightened for his own safety and so he had to go ahead. He said that whist the officials had said Lara had no choice, that the doctor wanted to give him as much choice as possible. The doctor said that as long as all charges were met he would try to accommodate as many of Lara’s wishes as he could.

It seems that one of the reasons that Lara had never married was due to his liking for, shall we say the more voluptuous woman. He felt no desire toward slim or even normally built ladies. He liked them big. And that’s what he told the doctor. And that’s what he got.

When I was able to finally get out of bed and see myself I nearly collapsed again. For two reasons. Firstly, I was now a very large lady. I don’t know whether measurements tell the entire story but I am today 48E-40-54. I have very large breasts with equally large nipples. Due to some extra cash that Lara had to pay and to surgical treatments that are still unknown to me, my aureole are huge, about 10 cms across. My vagina was completely bald (a state that Lara still likes me to be in from time to time) but with lips that hang down. My arse was huge. Again, the surgical treatment that constructed it is still a mystery to me but it is really huge. The tops of my thighs were enormous and I had a very soft tummy.

The second shock actually hit me first and was the reason I nearly fainted. I was black. I didn’t even know that medical science was able to do this but what ever Michael Jackson has experienced over the last couple of decades, I got the reverse by the bucketful. I am not brown. I am black. A very big, black woman.

Lara knew that this was all going to hit me like an express train but what could he do. Told that he would have to spend the rest of his days sharing his life and his bed with another person and then being given the lifeline of being able to make certain choices, what was he supposed to do. I couldn’t blame him. And today, I love being who I am. I wouldn't change me for anything.

Eventually, I was able to leave the clinic. Lara had spent the time arranging a passport in my new married name so that after the wedding we could come home to England. Getting dressed in the clothes Lara had bought, that first time was a real ordeal. Pulling up knickers and feeling them sit nicely around my huge bottom was quite a sensation. No bulge at the front just a nice smooth curve showing off a beautiful mound. I had no idea how to put on a bra and two nurses had to help virtually pour my huge tits into it. The material rubbing against my nipples made them incredibly stiff. A phenomenon that still regularly occurs at the most inconvenient times. Most recently I had to go to be measured and fitted for a new bra. My nipples got the hardest that I’d ever known them with all the trying on of different styles. The small young assistant had not only quite obviously noticed them but was getting quite flushed. I asked her if she was alright and she said she was just getting so very hot. I asked her what might be causing it and she said she thought it must be the sight of me. I asked was there something in particular that was interesting her and she said she had never seen nipples so big or so hard. She said that she couldn’t believe that aureoles could be so wide. I asked her how she knew that my nipples were hard and she said that she had brushed them as she helped me on with one of the bras. I asked her if she would like a proper feel and without even answering she flung herself on me playing with and kneading my nipples and jugs. She then started to suck them. Each nipple was large enough to look like a baby sucking on an ordinary sized nipple. She just kept sucking and in the end I had to prise her off. She asked if she could see me some other time so that she could suck on my nipples in private. I asked her what was so special about sucking them and she coloured up yet again. Finally, after much coaxing she told me that she loved to be treated as a baby girl and had always dreamed of someone like me mothering her.

I went to her flat the next afternoon, which was her day off work. She had spent the morning getting ready for my visit. She had used hair-removing cream on her entire body and was as soft as any baby. I bathed her. Put her hair in little bunches. Put her in her terry nappy and dressed her in the little dress she had made for herself. I put on her little socks and then fed her. She sucked on my nipples until they were sore. Then I laid her on her changing mat and took off her wet and dirty nappy. I cleaned her all up and left her lying there all bare from the waist down to kick her legs for a little while. While she was lying there I started to tell her all about what it would be like when she grew up into a big girl. I took off my knickers and squatted over her to show her what a grown up lady looks like down there. She could see right up my very hairy cunt and my hairy arsehole. She loved it and asked if she could watch when I went to the toilet. I let her see as I peed and then leant right forward so she could see as I had a good shit. While I was shitting she was laying on the floor looking up and wanking herself. She came with such a scream that I thought we might alert the neighbours.

I told Lara about her, as we keep no secrets. He wanted to meet her, which was just as well because Joanna wanted to meet him. She wanted to see if what I had told her about Lara was true.

You see, after we finally married we caught a plane home within hours of the marriage ceremony. We finally arrived home to Lara’s house 10 weeks after leaving for Egypt. Lara’s house was lovely. Tastefully decorated with beautiful furniture and soft fabrics. I was too tired at that time to appreciate it but went straight to bed. Straight to our bed. A king-size bed that was just wonderful to sink into and the moment my head touched the pillow I was asleep.

I awoke in the morning to sun streaming through the bedroom window and a hard lump pressing against my bottom. Whilst I was in the clinic, the doctor pumped me full of a strange cocktail of drugs and chemicals, including some very powerful hormones. Feeling the hard lump against my bottom caused me to push back on it as a sort of instinctive reaction. When I realised what was going on I put my hand back to feel the most enormous cock. I turned over as quickly as a fat woman can to come face to face with Lara looking as if he was on cloud nine. As I stroked his stiff member he moaned. I asked him how long it had been since he had had someone hold it and he said that he couldn’t remember. Why had he kept this thing to himself. Women would have been paying for a cock like this. It was so long, so thick and so very black. Like it was made out of leather. The only time I’d seen anything like it was on the few occasions when I’d visited horse centres and I’d seen huge stallions with their huge black cocks dangling from their bellies.

As I stroked it, it seemed to get even harder, if that were possible. I kissed Lara with a passion that frightened even me. In that split second I knew that I actually loved him. I really did love the man.

"Darling" I said lying back, "Please fuck me."

He didn’t have to be asked twice. He leapt on as I added the word, "Gently. It is my first time. You have married a virgin remember."

He was grace itself as he gently eased his cock into me. He knew it was large and he knew it would take a little time to get it all in. I didn’t actually feel his huge balls touch the cheeks of my arse for another ten minutes. That’s how long it took to break me in.

When it was right home I said, "OK tiger, let me really have it now."

And he took me at my word. He increased the pace to such an extent that the bed was rocking up and down the bedroom. Mind you it had some weight on it. Lara is a very big man, in every way, and I am a very large lady. When he finally came it was the most incredible experience. I’d already experienced three girlie orgasms by that time but feeling year’s worth of his load splashing up in my belly was just wonderful.

That morning we fucked in every way possible. And in the afternoon we invented some more. He loved lying on his back with me facing him and lowering myself onto that enormous shaft. He would play with my huge tits while I rode him like the stallion he really is.

It may be memories of that first morning but I do love waking up in the morning and feeling that same thick rod pushing against my fat cheeks. Very often these days I grease up my arsehole before going to bed so that in the morning I can push back and feel that huge tool sliding up my shitter. Needless to say it took a lot more practice to perform that little trick but it is well worth it. I love being rewarded with Lara spraying thick blobs of his white spunk all round my insides.

Well Joanna did get the chance to see if I was telling the truth or not. We arrived at her flat and had a nice meal with a good bottle of wine. Then Lara sat on the sofa with Joanna while I made some coffee. By the time I got back into the lounge Joanna was trying to stretch her mouth so she could give him a good sucking. Finally she managed to slide her mouth down that pole but I had to show her my little party piece of deep throating him. Even I’ve only felt his pubic hair tickle my nose a few times. Joanna desperately wanted him inside her tight bald pussy and I think on that occasion (probably due to the wine) Lara would have liked to slide it in there but he is just too big. We ended up with me bent over and Lara in my arse whilst I licked Joanna to no fewer than seven orgasms. Joanna did get a bit more action as she licked out my vagina after Lara had filled me up yet again. Three weeks and five visits later, Joanna did finally get Lara’s enormous prick inside her. Lara lay on his back and whilst I held her hands to steady her she lowered herself on. The look on her face when she finally sat right down on it was sheer ecstasy. With her firmly speared I swung round and sat on Lara’s face for a little light tonguing.

I still baby Joanna and she often comes and stays with us for a weekend so that Lara can be her Daddy. He will spank her when she’s naughty and I still breast feed her. Lara managed to get something for me to take to make me lactate so that now I can really feed Joanna. Trouble is she is putting on weight although this does make her look even more like a baby and Lara likes her even more now she’s a bit rounder.

Last weekend we had a role reversal weekend and I spent the whole time in nappies and little dresses. Joanna made some especially for me. The nappies had to be especially big but I loved it. Joanna fed me and particularly loved cleaning me after I’d made my nappy dirty. She loved it even more when I lay on my back and just went. I didn’t know that she was putting small amounts of laxative in my baby food to ensure that I couldn’t control myself. She really is naughty. Of course when I was naughty Lara had to put me over his lap and spank my enormous cheeks. He loves doing that, as he likes to see the fat wobble when he slaps me.

My life is wonderful now. I enjoy dressing up for when Lara comes home. Even though I am what some might say a fat lady, I wear sexy underwear. His cock springs to life in seconds when I greet him at the door wearing just stockings, suspenders and a thong. He loves to pull the thong to one side and enter me with the front door still open. He doesn’t care which hole he slips in and often these days he moves from one to the other. I love him dearly and would not change one thing.

So, if you’re thinking about taking some evening classes, be careful of taking too much advice from your personal tutor, or you could end up as fat, black lady as happy as me.

 

 

 

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