Debbie Vines was nervous about teaching night school at the inner-city community center. She had volunteered as part of a cooperative effort between the middle school where she taught and the church her family attended. Debbie had come from a small town in South Carolina and had married her husband right out of high school.

Her husband, Jim, had worked for ten years at a Ford dealership, and they had three wonderful children: Ryan, who was eleven; Deanna, who was nearly fifteen; and Jessica, who was 17. Debbie was extremely attractive, with blondish-brown hair; however, she had always been overweight. She dressed conservatively, always wearing a dress or skirt and blouse. Tonight, she wore a brown skirt and white blouse, which did a poor job of hiding her enormous breasts.

Debbie was trying hard to keep her weight below 180 pounds, but she was still chubby with a large butt and thighs. She wore plain white cotton bras, the kind you buy at K-Mart or Wal-Mart, that had six or more clasps, and the size 44dd bra strained to hold back her huge cow udders.

She really needed a larger-size bra, but 44dd was the largest they sold in the store without special ordering them at an outrageous price. Her breasts spilled out the top and sides of her bra. Her belly was too big too and shown above her skirt waist. Her big ass cheeks stretched the material of the polyester skirt as she walked quickly in and out of the dark shadows from her car.

She wore suntan pantyhose and sensible white shoes with a small heel. Her nails were neatly manicured with pink fingernail polish. She wore make-up but not heavily. Her pink lipstick highlighted her plump lips. Debbie always had a large, full mouth, which drew attention when she was in school.

Now 36, Debbie still was very attractive despite the extra weight. Her jewelry was not gaudy, and her wedding rings were the most extravagant pieces of jewelry she owned. As Debbie walked, she could feel the sweat on her upper lip, between her huge breasts, and her pantyhose-encased thighs as they rubbed together as she strode.

A block over, Debbie’s husband, Jim, was walking quickly to catch up with his wife of 18 years and surprise her on her first night. He could see her walking, her big ass shifting up and down as she hurried, her breasts bouncing, unable to be contained even by the heavy-duty “granny bra” he called it.

Suddenly, Jim was aware of others in the area. He could hear whoops and whistles coming out of the shadows. Several hoods, older teens it appeared, were walking toward the street and calling to his wife. A sense of panic tore through Jim as he saw his wife pick up her pace. They were coming faster now, and he could hear one of them calling Debbie as farmers call their cows. “Moooo. Mooooo,” all the others were laughing.

Debbie had started to run now, but that excited the group even more. She was running with her purse, her heels clicking on the cement. She had to keep slowing down to pull down her skirt, which kept creeping up her legs, threatening to expose her large rear.

“Look at that big ole white ass,” one of the hoods was saying. “Fuck that,” said another, “Look at them fucking jugs that bitch has. I want to milk that big-titted bitch!”

They were all laughing now. Debbie had fallen once and was now up and running again. Her pantyhose were torn and one heel had been broken off, further exaggerating her running, her tits wobbling more and her skirt riding high up the backs of her thick thighs. Debbie was finally out of breath and unfortunately, it was in a darkened area, in the shadows of several trees and adjacent to an old junkyard. Debbie was openly crying now. Her plump lips were quivering, her eyes wet. Her blouse was stuck to her upper chest, further enhancing the size of her huge tits.

I was nearly there and realized I didn’t know what to do. I was afraid to leave and go get help, worried that they may take her somewhere else and I would never find her. I knew I could not overpower them, now seeing there were nine of them, and powerfully built. Several were Mexicans, two were black, and all were encircling my chubby wife, who was shaking as her sobs wracked her entire body. Several of them were behind her and had grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her. Her tits were thrust out grotesquely huge, straining the buttons on her white blouse.

“Hey you fat bitch,” a huge black kid said. “You got some big fucking tits!” “Pull them big fuckers out,” another kid said. I was scared to death, unmoving, behind the tree. A fat Mexican said, “I want to tit fuck that big fucking cow.”

Debbie was hysterical now. The big black guy grabbed her blouse and ripped it open, exposing Debbie’s overstuffed bra. “God Damn!” one of them shouted, others were now hooting and hollering louder now, everyone crowding in, looking at my wife’s plump tit meat, swelling over her bra. Her straps were cutting into her meaty flesh as her arms were pinned back behind her further. Her plump belly jiggled slightly as she lost her balance when her shirt was ripped savagely open. Her huge tits, swelled above her bra cups. A little dribble of sweat ran between Debbie’s huge globes.

Other hands were reaching behind her now, gripping the taut zipper on her skirt. “Let’s see that big white ass!” one of the Mexicans yelled. As the zipper was lowered, the pressure of Debbie’s full ass started to further open, and the guy lowering her zipper stopped and pointed at my helpless wife’s ass as the skirt continued to unzip, with Debbie wailing in despair. Her big, chubby ass cheeks were becoming exposed, encased in her pantyhose and Victoria’s Secret panties.