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“Shit,” she whispered, looking around as if someone was watching. Maybe
they
were. A cold chill pierced her chest.

But why would the Enpathians want to monitor a film projector? The cinema had been back up and running like this for a month, quite openly, and they hadn’t seemed to care…

Looking around the room, to the right of the projector, she noticed that one of the buckets they used to catch rainwater from the leaky roof was overflowing, leaving a puddle on the floor. The puddle was disturbed, and there were fresh, wet marks of large feet there.

Was the one with the big feet the same person… or, umm, humanoid… who’d left the device on the projector? It seemed likely. Strange though, Enpathians didn’t have large feet, she doubted that theirs were any larger than humans…

She turned and opened the door to the stairway, following those wet footprints down again. At the bottom, they led out of the door to the lobby, and across the carpet towards the concession stand, slowly fading along the way—no doubt due to the carpet absorbing the moisture.

A blonde girl in her early twenties was standing behind the glass candy case at the concession stand, her chin propped up on her arms, daydreaming.

“Yo, Karrie!’” Heather called out, and the young girl jerked and looked up, startled.

“Heather? What’s up?” she asked. 

“Was there a guy here recently? With… um… very large feet?”

“Oh
gawd, yes!” Karrie exclaimed. “I was just thinking about that. Dewd, you
have
to see him. I think he went into the theater.”

“I thought maybe it was a new guy of yours.”

“Ohhh Heather, I just
wish
!” Karrie sighed. “I gave him my best fuck-me look, but he didn’t seem interested.”

“He went into the theater just now?”

Karrie nodded. “I don’t think you can miss him. He must be like… I swear seven feet tall! Gorgeous long wavy hair, big brown eyes, he had some kind of long trenchcoat and… umm… no shirt.”

“That’s a violation of our customer policy,” Heather pointed out. “Did you ask him to put one on?”

Karrie giggled. “No.  I was too busy enjoying staring at him!”

Heather sighed.
Great. Sounds like some kind of arrogant slob.

An arrogant slob with alien technology,
she reminded herself.

She thanked Karrie and headed for the cinema proper, not even sure what she would say to the guy when she found him.
Hello, slobby shirtless guy—are you an Enpathian agent?

Hell, whether he was sexy or slobby, she didn’t think she was going to make any great impression on their possibly-alien visitor, regardless. There she was, a plump, twenty-six year old woman who wasn’t even bothering with her cinema staff uniform anymore. Today, she wore an extra-large pink Wonder Woman T-Shirt and an uncomfortably tight pair of worn black jeans, with pink-and-white tennies on her feet--and a Hello Kitty wristwatch to complete her geeky ensemble. Her overly-tight cotton panties were chafing her under the jeans, and the straps of her bra were digging painfully into her back, failing to fully support her ample bosoms.

She wasn’t quite sure what to do about that last problem… Lane Bryant had been closed down since the invasion, too.

It wasn’t fair! She’d actually been
losing
weight before the invasion, her walking routine had become habit and she’d started really watching her portions … Then,
they
had come, and while everyone else was happily eating whatever processed vegetable matter
they
provided, she’d been sitting in a theater full on candy and popcorn and sodas, anxiously chowing down on crap.

Nostalgia for the good old days of the human race, her heroic efforts to keep the cinema running … And what did she get for it? A bigger ass.

Her dark brown hair was pulled back into an impromptu ponytail, frizzy strands radiating everywhere courtesy of the miserable rainy weather they’d been having. She tugged on it, as she had a habit of doing when she was nervous.

With a deep breath, she opened the door to the cinema. It was dark, but Heather’s eyes quickly adjusted to the gloom. There were only a few people in attendance today, mostly elderly folks, as usual. But wait… In the front row, sitting alone, was a large man with long brown hair, tall enough that his head rose over the back of the seat.

Nervous but burning with curiosity, Heather strode down the aisle, to the front of the cinema, and walked over to where he sat.

He was sprawled back in his seat, his long legs stretched out in front of him. His hair was long and wavy and full, enough to make a lot of women envious. He had big, deep eyes that flicked her way for just a second--and made her freeze like a deer in headlights. His mouth was set into a square, strong jaw, but the lips were surprisingly sensual, especially now that curled up in a bemused smile over his perfect white teeth. He had just a little bit of stubble on his cheeks, something that had always driven Heather wild.

He was indeed wearing a long, dark trenchcoat, open at the front. His torso was
magnificent.
Karrie had told her she’d been drooling over it, but Heather really hadn’t expected…
WOW
.

This was a man who was casually strong, his power built up through years of exercise. He wasn’t like one of the gym-bunny or juice-head guys her own age… This was a male animal sure of his potency.

And possibly dangerous,
she reminded herself.

He wasn’t exactly hairy, but still… A trail of dark hairs ran across his chest, over his broad pecs, between his tiny, manly nipples. Another line of masculine
curls ran down from there to his navel and past it to his waist, bisecting his taut, well-defined abs and disappearing into his tight jeans.

It was like he had a cross of man-hair on his torso, a symbol of testosterone-given virility. She wanted to reach out and touch it, stroke it. And to follow that “happy trail” down into his jeans…

There was an obvious bulge there, on his upper right thigh. Given how big he was, if “everything” was to scale, then…

STOP IT
!,
she scolded herself. You’re here to find out who he is, not to go salivating like some dim-witted college girl.

He was eating popcorn. He took a handful of kernels from the cardboard bucket, coated in something that was too yellow and too gloppy to be butter, and munched on it hungrily.

“What’s that?” she asked.

He didn’t seem to understand, and just offered her popcorn, stretching out one of his long, thick arms towards her, his huge hand big enough to cover the bottom of the large-size cardboard bucket.

She reached in tentatively and took a small clump of kernels. The smell was familiar, and when she placed the popcorn in her mouth she confirmed it: mustard. He had drenched the popcorn in mustard.

She swallowed the mouthful with effort. “Yuck,” she said. “You put mustard on your popcorn?” she asked.

He nodded. “Isn’t that a customary garnish? There was a pump right there.”

His voice had a hint of an accent—almost like Spanish, or Italian maybe? His pronunciation of English was excellent, but his choice of words and the rhythm of his speech seemed a bit… off.

“Yeah,” she said, “it’s customary… for the
pretzels.
But popcorn? You aren’t from around here, are you?”

He nodded. “Hmmm… Yes, I apologize for my ignorance. I am a visitor in your city.”

“I think you’re a visitor to this
planet,
aren’t you? What did you put on the projector up there?”

He shrugged and lifted another big handful of popcorn to his mouth, chewing casually and ignoring her.

“Hey,” she said, “I asked you a quest—“

He swallowed loudly and spoke. “It’s a recording and transmission device. I’m trying to preserve what I can of this planet’s art and culture.”

“Preserve?” she asked. “You mean, from the Enpathians?”

He nodded. “Yes, something like that.”

“You’re not working for them?”

He shook his head. “No. Are you?”

The question made anger well up inside her, and she felt her face grow hot. “NO! Not if I can help it. You might have noticed, though, they took over our planet.”

He looked into her eyes now, looked down for a moment, as if… he was sorry? Showing sympathy?

“You’re not going to report me to them, are you?” he asked in a loud whisper.

Heather snorted. “Maybe I should. What would you do, eh?”

He carefully set his popcorn bucket down on the floor…

And the, he was up in a flash. Before Heather could react, he had one thick arm around her waist, and another clamped over her mouth.

She was still stunned as he held her close to him, sitting back down and forcing her into his lap. She was a big girl—none of the guys she’d dated could even lift her—but here she was, lifted as if she’d weighed nothing, held in his lap like a child. She could feel the hardness of his bare chest behind her, and she thought the curls of his chest hair were rubbing against her ponytail.

And he still had his hand over her mouth. She opened her lips and bit down on his palm… And he didn’t react. He tasted slightly sweet, like salt and cinnamon.

“You need to relax,” he told her. “I just want to watch some more of this entertainment projection... um…
movie
, yes
?”

Relax?
She snorted angrily through her nose.
I’m not your little lap dog, Mister!

She bit down again, harder this time.

He laughed. “That tickles me now. Here. You are hungry, yes?”

He pulled his hand away for a split second, and when she gasped for air, he inserted his thick, meaty thumb into her mouth.

“Gloomph!” she protested around his huge digit. It was humiliating … the thumb was bigger than most of the guys she’d ever gone down on, and as he thrashed it around in her mouth, she felt a strand of drool dripping down her chin.

She bit down again, as hard as she could, expecting to taste blood. He only responded by sliding the thumb out of her mouth and then forcing it back in
again, literally “thumb-fucking” her face as she tried to clamp down on the pumping digit with her teeth.

With a “plop” he removed his thumb from her mouth, and suddenly his palm was pressed hard over her lips again.

“You need to relax, lovely one,” he said. “I wish I could trust you, but it would be harmful to have any yelling out, yes?”

She tried wriggling around, see if she could get loose. He held her waist tightly, though, and all she managed to do was to rotate her hips a tiny bit and to rub her ample behind against her captor’s lap.

She felt something poking her down there, sliding against her butt through the fabric of her jeans. Something prodding, long and insistent.

THE SEXY FUN CONTINUES IN “THE BBW AND THE SPACELORD”…

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