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Amidst all of the hustle and bustle of the shopping carts and throngs of people before the holiday weekend could kick off, Rose was actually feeling at peace with everything.

Strolling down the aisle, basket in hand, she just had to grab a few more things for the grilling her husband, Allen, was going to prepare for the rest of the family that evening.

She was lucky enough to avoid coming to blows with an outrageous elderly bulldog of a woman just over the hamburger buns, and she was quite certain that security rushed the meat counter after she left with two racks of ribs over some sort of skewer-related incident. That college-age palomino boy looked like he and his friends started the celebrations for the holiday just a little bit early.

As she tried to do a mental check of what she still needed for her daughter. She wanted to try one of the old family recipes, and there was more than enough things at home to take care of that.

Then again, the last time Kat, her daughter, worked near the barbecue itself, Allen had to drop a plate of sausages just to catch her as she fell backwards. Thankfully, Allen's abyssinean feline reflexes were as sharp as they could be, cushioning his daughter's fall. As adventurous as Kat was, the event lead her to be still a mite skittish regarding open flames.

Averting her eyes upward from her miniscule list, the dairy aisle seemed to speak to her. The buttermilk, in particular, would work well with Aunt Sarah's old biscuit recipe, and that was not only as close to fool-proof as possible it had the benefit of easily being done in the oven and averting yet another potential fire- and food-related cooking accident.

She sighed happily as the tall, white-furred Siamese feline weaved her way through the mess of people. Reaching out for the buttermilk was easy enough, but it something else drew her attention for a moment as her lengthy tail twitched like mad.

Rose sniffed a second and third time, surprised at the alluring scent that hovered around the dairy case like an apparition. For a moment he could have sworn that it was the bakery, but that was on the other side of the store. If it wasn't nearly 120 feet away to begin with then the presense of the fish counter would certainly easily do away with that sweet nasal possibility.

Distracted, but not enough so to neglect her motherly duties by placing the buttermilk into the plastic basket in her hand, she tried to follow the scent as best she could. Keeping her head held a little low and pacing between the dairy and meat sections, it seemed to be wafing from between the great double doors leading to the stockroom.

Thinking to herself that no one has gone in or out of the privileged area since she got there, she took the risk. The overall scent of what seemed to be mango and peaches was just a bit too alluring, with just a hint of vanilla for balance.

Sneaking into the back, basked still by her side, she took stock of the room. It was fairly cold, making goosebumps pop up quickly all along her arms as she tried to get acclimated to the shift in climate. The dairy case easily caused a 25 degree drop in temperature compared to the relative warmth of the rest of the store.

She wandered a little bit more to the back, the scent still pulling her by her nose and her curious, oft-neglected sense of adventure towards a particularly large cake.

From the looks of things it appeared to be meant for sampling, possibly later on in the day. Fridays tended to be the time for showing off random goods in the store, but it was still a bit too early in the day for that.

The cake was cut into a wealth of small cubes, about a cubic inch apiece. There was still around three-quarters of the cake left standing, and it's odor packed a whallop this close.

Losing herself slightly in the scent, Rose figured that borrowing a small slice of the cake couldn't hurt. Kat woke up far too late that morning, giving Rose no time to make breakfast for more than one. In sacrificing breakfast for her daughter, Rose's stomach rumbled hungry complaints ever since setting foot into the supermaret. There wasn't anything wrong in a free slice of cake that was probably going to hit the sales floor any minute from now, either.

Taking great care to remove the crumbs off of her pink blouse, Rose started to lick her fingers in satisfaction. If htis was a new variety of pastry they were going to promote in the bakery from now on she would have to get a large one of the house at least once a wek. Its richness was only matched by the flavor, easily surpassing the scent in terms of quality and magnificence. Each of her taste buds reveled in the delight that passed them, the lingering fruity concoction pleasuring them long after the treat had disappeared.

Spotting a somehwat beat-up armchair behind the innumerable bottles of milk, Rose felt it was best to take a seat and rest herself for a few more minutes. Running around all day was already murder enough on her feet.

Closing her eyes slightly, she started to feel warm once again, only the heat kept building from up inside her. At first she thought it was heartburn but it wasn't associated with any sort of pain.

Finding that the previously chilly environment was far from cold now, Rose thought about her options. Having worked in a similar supermarket chain back at home many years ago when she was just a teenager, she had a feeling that she would have relative privacy in here.

Making sure to double-check around every corner in the back, Rose felt confident that the area was completely abandoned, save for she and the confection by her side. She furtively made her way over to the area behind the dairy counter, knowing the triple row of plastic flaps would keep her presence undetected.

Her hands, like those of a skilled artist, quickly removed her skirt and accompanying panties with utter haste. As clear as this area was there was still the possibility that she could be caught at any moment.

Rose quickly threw her head back in pleasure, leaving her hands to go through their usual motions. The fingers of her right hand slipped inside her feminine depths with all of the rush and enticement of exploration as if it was her first time playing around. Meanwhile, her left hand curled around her needy shaft, already standing half-erect at six inches and letting loose with its excited juices.

As Rose let aside all of her motherly duties for a moment, she could barely feel the changes start to occur. Her feminine lips remained the same, although her initial light orgasms felt a bit richer and deeper than usual. She was also unaware that she was cumming more than she had before, all the while her testicles started to encroach upon the outside of her hand.

Aside from the moans of pleasure she gave off that were easily masked by the churning refrigeration unit around her, her testicles started to swell wildly with a copious amount of seed. They drooped and expanded as a balloon would when filled being filed with a hose, sagging across her knuckles within a few fingerstrokes and reaching down to her knees before she could even register their newfound heft.

As if it were a race in bringing Rose back to reality, her bloated spheres easily won. The moment that the bottom of her sack reached the floor, th two foot-wide sensation of purely frigid floor pricked Rose in the back of her mind, causing her to refocus and assess her body.

This was easier said than done, however. Her shaft, which she had been stroking laboriously for the previous three minutes was well beyond her typical 13 inches length. In fact, her eyes could barely get around the hulk of a rod in front of her.

Stretching nearly two feet wide, it throbbed relentlessly as her hands continued the much-needed stroking, the length nearly imperceptible in Roses' eyes. It was difficult for her to assess but it was already stretching out six feet in front of her.

Without hesitation she started to back her body up along the wall for some much needed room, audibly crying out as each tug backward towards the wall caused her writing desk-sized orbs to drag along the icy ground.

The only difficulty was that each tug caused her wracked and lusty body into far more excitement, churning out additional cream that only caused her balls to swell larger. Each desperate motion to maintain her anonimity resulted in heightened arousal.

This blissful cycle was not lost on Rose, but she breathed a sigh of releaf as her back was finally married to the wall.

With near Herculean-effort she was abble to twist and drag her unimaginable dick away from the back of the display. Narrowly avoiding a public disaster, her now-twenty-five foot pole aimed toward the side wall.

To Rose, though, she was in the clear. She had at least another 20 or so feet of clearance before she had another major issue, and her testicles were so gargantuan and nearly the size of twin begs that she couldn't possibly move them any further.

Resigning herself to the fact that there was only one way out of this, the young wife pressed herself fully against her mlk-laden spheres, enjoying their supple, rocking pressure against the rest of her body as her hands alternated between stroking her cock and caressing her berries.

It was through Rose's own luck that her screams of ecstasy were drowned out by the store's PA system announcing a particularly enticing deal over in the deli section. She couldn't help herself any longer the second the tip of her nearly 4 foot diameter cock head came in contact with the wintry wall on the side.

In a flash the back room started to fill with her heady, thick cream as she spurted wildy along the walls. It wasn't before long that the back room started to amass with her runoff of cum.

As her body spasmed and released more ropes of her essence all over the room, her genitalia started to slim down back slowly to her usual proportions.

Despite the rapid decrease in initial size, though, she was still above and beyond what most other people in the rest of the supermarket would have considered to be normal.

But hte time Rose regained mobility, however, her mind was not considering her size but rather her need to let gowith as much of her nectar as possible. To her body it was like she was cumming for the first time ever, her entire self enrobed with an undescribably warmth that permeated every pore on her body.

As Rose lost herself to memories of her childhood she accidentally swung a bit wide in the midst of a particularly large pulsing of seed, which easily parted the plastic flaps keeping her machinations separated from the rest of the store. Soon she burst forward with a dozen powerful shots of cum through the flaps, nearly at several gallons worth of fluid with each spasm, the rest of thecontainers and jugs of milk shot forward into the aisle, bursting forth with their own lactic bounty.

Within half of a minute the entire dairy case was in shambles out on the main floor, the floor from the back quickly spilling over through the case itself. Srpays of Rose's own brand of cream caught customers by surprise as her steamy emissions caught the customers unawares.

As the mother's senses started to return to her, she took stock of the scene in which she was in. Not being a slouch, and having returned to a more reasonable size in both of her male genitals, she quickly donned her drenched panties and skirt back up around her waist, twisting around the bit to accomodate her newly-sized member in properly.

Rose struggled to quell another rush of residual desire to cream herself at the tightness her two-foot flacid cock was feeling trapped inside of her panties, she quickly dropped to the floor and reveled in the mess she had created.

Regaining her posture and treading carefully along all of hte fluids, Rose looked quickly outside of the windows back onto the floor of the market, just to make sure the coast was clear before slipping back through, unnoticed.

Being as drenched and feigning a look of surprise as she trailed her now-soaked basket of groceries for home, Rose put forth all of the knowledge imparted to her from her high school drama classes to look like one of the crowd, caught in the crossfire.

Strolling down the frozen food aisle, Rose tried to act as non-chalantly as possible, despite being absolutely soaked to the gills in her own creamy mess. Her clandestine facade, however, was put into a bit of doubt by the fact that she just could resist her hand brushing against the front of her skirt when she walked on down to the checkout counter, all the while tugging lightly to help increase the taut sensations around her new length.

By the time Rose was finally able to settle down and wait for the cashier on Lane 7 to help check out the customer in front of her, the PA system cut right through its selection of muzak.

"All available associates, cleanup on Aisles 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, and 16..."