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Sky sits on a bench on the boardwalk, watching his phone often as other beach-goers and summer tourists pass by. He dresses in trunks, sandals, and a nice breezy shirt, unbuttoned and allowing the sea breeze to brush over his thin chest.

On the most recent notifications on his dating app, he sees that there hasn't been any change since his blind date told him she would be there by noon. Swiping to his clock, he sees that it's an hour past.

He sighs and leans back on the bench, looking up at the blue sky. "Maybe it was too good to be true?" He asks. "That a beautiful woman would want to hang out with me?"

The boardwalk creaks gently near his seat, and he glances at the formerly empty seat next to him. There, he gets an eyeful of boob, contained merely by a tiny bikini whose strings barely hold onto themselves. The fluffy body underneath comes from a woman happily licking over a popsicle, her large tongue wrapping around the cold pole, slurping and sucking it without a care.

The woman's orange eyes glance casually to the side, and she stops her show, smiling with serrated teeth. "Hello there, cutie!" she says, her tail swishing out the back of the bench. "Don't you look hungry?"

Sky's yellow eyes blink and match hers. "Uh, well, a little bit, miss!" he says.

"I got a lot of food left over at my place," she says, her grin widening. "Would you like to join me and indulge this afternoon? I'm sure we can find some fun things to do to satisfy our hungers."

Sky's heart beat quickly, his own tail swishing, his legs crossing gently. The young male is so tiny compared to the busty woman before him.

He looks at his phone again.

No response from the ghosting girl.

He takes a deep breath and tilts his head back, puffing out his chest. "Sure. I got some hungers and some thirsts that need to be quenched, and it looks like you got the milkers to do it!"

The woman glances down over herself, blinking, then looks back up to him, tilting her head. "Oh, sorry, no milk. But I got plenty of things to drink... but mostly to eat! That's the important part. My name's Scara!"

"Sky," sky replies.

Scara giggles and tilts her head back, opening her mouth wide. The remains of the popsicle slide off the stick and into her waiting mall, dripping with food-coloring-stained spit. She gulps down the rest of the icy treat and stands up, her tits bouncing. "Right this way, cutie!"

Sky can't help but think that those tits look just a little bigger than a moment ago, but he follows her, a throbbing in his trunks and pride swelling in his chest. He may not have his date, but he will have an experience, nonetheless!

Scara's place is disjointed and a little messy. As she maneuvers around the apartment, it's as if she has mastery of where every chaotic piece of clutter sits. "I hear there's a mess here, but this is how we organize things where I'm from."

"Where, uh, are you from?" Sky asks, plopping himself on the couch.

"Oh, far away," Scara says. "You can't walk there. Or fly. Well, most people can't. How about you?"

"Uh, no, I can't," Sky says, sitting with his hands over his lap. "So, what kinds of hungers are we gonna feed?"

She responds by walking out of the kitchen, a bowl of fruits in one hand and a tub of ice cream in the other. "The only kind that matters!" she chirps with glee, looming over Sky.

Wondering if he's going to get exactly what he wanted, Sky opens his mouth, only for the first scoop of chilled goodness to be shoved right inside. It may have been like any other store-bought brand, but coming from a spoon held by this lovely giantess makes it taste all the sweeter.

Skye gulps it down, sighing. "T... that's good!"

"Good!" Scara says, peeling a banana. "Because there's more where that came from!"

She daintily tosses the banana peel away, slipping the fruit up to Sky's face. He opens his maw, and she practically shoves the whole thing into him. The fruit slides down his throat, nice and big, when he gulps, into his stomach.

"Oh, uh, I never was fed before," he says, rubbing his belly. "It... it really quenches the hunger!"

"Does it?" Scara asks, opening her mouth wide. She lifts the ice cream and lets some of the stuff slide out and onto her tongue. Pink, white, and chocolate goodness slide down the sides of her mouth and chin. When she swallows, she pats her belly, which rounds out a bit from its new occupancy. "Because I think you are more hungry, aren't you?"

His trunks strain as this woman stares at him with an intense desire coming from the act of eating. He gulps and nods quickly, being tossed an apple in response to his enthusiasm, and he catches it, munching on it quickly.

"You're so small," She chuckles, standing up, almost to the ceiling. "I'm sure I can do something about that. Make you a nice, big man."

"Oh, I'm big enough... where it counts," he says, flashing her a grin.

She tilts her head, shrugs, and turns to waddle out of the room, her tits bouncing.

When she returns, it's with a piping hot pizza in one hand and a chilly apple pie in the other. "Which one?" she asks.

He wipes his chin, patting his belly, already getting a little full and jiggly. "Which do I want to have? Can I pick you up?" he sneers.

She shakes her head. "No, silly. Which of these do you want to eat first?"

Sky licks his lips, his eyes flicking between the ooey gooey cheesy goodness of the pizza to the crusty and refrigerated apple pie to the large milfy madam holding both in her hands. "Dinner first!" he pipes up, bouncing, making his stomach jiggle. "Always dinner first, and then dessert."