Into A Bigger Land - Chapter 1 (NEW LONG TERM!!!) (Patreon)

I know this story was part of a poll, and possibly not a winner. But I think there´s something nice I can do with this one.

I can see so much potential, and I had quite an idea. Instead of a single, long chapter, I can drop two every month.

This, of course, will be in exchange of the one-shots. I think I can develop more if it´s a long term story, other than not gettting where I want to with the one-shots. IDK, I always feel like I rush the ending for some one-shots.

Therefore, I´ll add this story on my mid-tier. This is an advance, I wanted to drop the first chapter next month, but it´s already done so, enjoy!

Into A Bigger Land

The plot´s, basically, a man moving into a different country. Luckily, they all speak the same language. However, he wasn´t expecting the place to be packed with AMAZONS!

He´s not that tall, standing at 5´8", how will he deal with a place where women´s average in height is over 6´4"?

And he´s supposed to be a supervisor? Will they take him seriously?

Well, that´s not a problem, the main issue here is that, everyone loves foreigners. And some show their love in quite some... particular ways... 

Chapter 1

The sun´s bright and the day´s cloudy. However, this time, the clouds are not above, they are beneath you.

Why is that? Wouldn´t that be fog? Clouds are thousands of feet above, up in the sky. Then, when would you be higher than a cloud? Well, how about an airplane?

Looking out the window, down, way down, things are imperceptible. The only thing you can see are squares that, even if they appear to be a couple inches wide, they are actually enormous areas of either grass, dirt or even a city.

Dozens of different squares, from very green grass to yellowish tones. And the dirt goes from very light, to a dark brown. Everything separated by lines. Lines that are barely perceptible in land, but above in the sky, it´s easy to see them. Just like the lines on a notebook.

Now, why are we at an airplane?

Today´s not like any other day. Today´s actually a BIG day for someone here. Martin.

He´s a man on his mid-twenties. 25 years-old, actually. His hair´s black and his eyes of a dark brown, with a slightly pale skin. But, why is he on the plane? And where is he going?

He´s got a promotion! Good for him. The promotion meant two things, number one, he´ll become a supervisor for a small team. And the second? It´s on a different country. A country far, far away.

Martin´s a good employee, an outstanding one, actually. To become a supervisor was on his plans, but he never thought it´ll be so soon. And much less that it´ll be so far away.

But the company, and he was unaware of this, has it´s headquarters at that country. One that he can´t recall hearing about. And they needed a supervisor so, here he is.

This was all in the same week, and now he´s a few hours away from landing. A few hours from the beginning of a new life in a new country. The good thing is that this is an English-speaking country, so there won´t be any communication issues.

But he can recall a few words that confused him a bit. Not to say got him slightly worried. His boss came up to him, on his last day at his former office and he simply said: “I´ll be careful, people there are… you know what, don´t worry, they are all friendly. Or so they say…”

This was unsettling. Careful? Not to worry? What is he actually looking forward too?

“Ugh, just ignore him. Garret´s never been such a nice boss. He was probably just messing with me on my last day.” Martin thought, right before he turned at his phone to check on the time.

It´s been so long and there´s still a little more than two hours to go. At least they were kind enough to get him a first-class ticket.

Actually, very nice. In fact, the ticket was bought by the head-quarters. Why would they?

His old boss wasn´t lying on the last thing he said, people over there are very kind. But that´s a place someone would rarely visit. There´s cero tourism, actually. In fact, people often leave the country more than to come to it. Which, if he could see the economic class on the plane, he´d notice he´s kind of… alone at the plane.

There´s no more than five passengers there. And he´s the only one on first class.

And why is that? Is it an awful place? Are people obnoxious? Is the place unsafe? It´s not quite like that. But he´ll learn further details once he arrives…

“Finally…” he thought as he hoped off the plane.

He can´t say he minded the plane´s food, or the sits. They were all first-class. The only complaint is that the trip was a looooong one. Not a full 24-hour flight, but it was definitely over 18-hours.

“Ok, time to get my luggage and… let´s hope they don´t lose it.” First time setting a foot on this country. The airport was nice, but… lonely.

He was warned, there´s no tourism. Most seems to be business-related trips, like him. And some others were people coming back home.

He paid no attention to the other passengers. First class was the first one to get in and off the airplane. If he had paid any attention, he would´ve noticed that the other people in the plane were… tall.

He was a bit too focused on his phone and the time. It was late. It was actually dark outside.

“It´s 10:00 pm…” he thought, “Good thing they will give me a ride.” It´s nice to know someone will pick you up at the airport on a foreign country. Or wherever you´re flying.

You´re new, you don´t know anyone, and still, they got you. Someone has your back.

He picked his luggage on the transporting band, he paid no attention to the other people around, he was just waiting for a text message from someone. From anyone.

He was told someone will pick him up, and that they will send him a text, or call him. So far, he hasn’t received any of them. And he´s got no phone number of anyone over there.

Maybe it would´ve been a good idea to get a phone number from someone over there. Like his new boss, or at least from the person who´ll give him a ride.

For a moment, he took a sit in one of the fancy, metal benches over the airport.

“This place is… lone.” He thought, looking around and noticing there´s not a single soul around. Not many stores, not many places to buy things other than plane tickets. Which is quite a contrast to the airports he´s used to. But he won´t criticize.

Well, nothing other than the fact that this seems like a ghost town.

“I hope they didn´t forget about me…” he thought, and seconds later, he received a message.

“Hi Dear! Sorry to keep you waiting. I´m on my way. I´ll be there within five minutes. Wait for me on gate A please. THX!” Finally, someone had texted.

“Hi! Sure will, thanks.” Part of him felt relieved. At least he wasn´t stranded at the airport.

He doesn´t know if there´s a taxi outside. Apps for rides don´t work over there. And if everything´s as lonely outside as it is inside, there´s no chance he can ask anyone for directions. He won´t take the bus unless they advice him which one to take.

Within a couple minutes he walked towards gate A, and he smiled and laughed a little towards what the text said.

“Haha, “dear”? I wonder if an old lady´s my ride…” he´ll find that out soon, very soon.

“Ok, so… which car am I expecting?” He thought, standing outside looking at an empty parking lot.

He was right in front of a pick-up lane. Unsure about who he was waiting for, what to expect. Who to expect.

“I should´ve asked…” he thought before he put his hand inside his pocket and looked for his phone. But he didn´t had to send a message, within a couple of seconds, a car came by and stopped right in front of him.

It was a truck, a big truck. For a moment he doubted this was his ride, and then, the window rolled down and he could see a woman´s face.

“Hi! Are you Martin, dear?” That´s the word again, dear. He´s certain she´s the one.

“Yes! I am.” He was glad there was no inconvenient in this.

“Perfect! Just drop your luggage on the back and hop in!” She said.

This woman was actually pretty, not as old as he thought. Although, she was certainly of age. If he had to guess, he´d say this is a woman on her forties. A mature woman. With a sweet, lovely voice.

He picked his suitcase, which was a bit heavy, and just dropped it at the back. Then, he opened the door.

“Nice to meet you! I´m Marissa Hudson. You can call me Marissa or, if you´re a bit more conservative, you can call me Mrs. Hudson.” She sounded like a lovely woman. However, he was speechless as soon as he opened the door.

Marissa, or Mrs. Hudson, she was stacked! He could see her enormous rack! They can almost honk the horn on this car!

“Nice… nice to meet you.” He looked at her, eye contact, rapidly. Before she gets mad. “I´m Martin.” He said.

“Oh, I know, Martin Jones. They sent me your name already. I can´t just come here and pick any random guy, can I?” she joked.

“Haha, no…” the rest of the trip wasn´t much easier than this.

There were much more bumps on the road than he would´ve liked. On each of them, her boobs bounced so heavily. He tried not to look, but he was weak.

Every time, after every glimpse at her bosom, he turned out the window. There were a lot of green areas out there. Quite a pretty place. He wonders why there´s no tourism over there.

Things were awkwardly silent for a couple of minutes, but then, she started speaking.

“I´ll leave you at the place you´ll be staying. You´ll love it, it´s a nice apartment complex. Not a huge one, as I know you have where you come from, but it´s pretty nice. You´ll like it there. Plus, the landlady, oh, she´s a sweetheart.” Mrs. Hudson said.

“She is?” he asked, trying to think of anything other than her bouncing boobs. For someone her age, they look amazing! Firm, sexy, they arouse him.

“Yes. But I think you know that already, right?” she asked.

He knows? Does he know that? He doesn´t even know where he´ll be staying.

Mrs. Hudson noticed he was unaware of what she meant. She simply smiled and cleared things out.

“Oh, dear. They didn´t tell you, did they? I´m your landlady. I came here, personally, to pick you up.” That… that he wasn´t expecting.

“I… no one told me. Sorry.” He said. So, this hot woman is his landlady?

“No need to apologize, don´t worry.” Why did she came to pick him up? Shouldn´t they have sent someone from the company?

Well, the company will pay for his place, so he´s kind of living “rent-free”. Still, someone must pay someone if this is not a company-owned apartment complex.

Now, he´s a bit concerned. This woman, the landlady, came all the way to pick him up? Why would she? Is this one of the things he should be worried about?

After a while later, and some small-talk. And another couple bumps. They arrived.

“Here we are.” She said.

He won´t lie, the apartment complex looks pretty. Like a house from an old suburb. Not very big, though.

Probably, if he had to guess, he´d say there´s about four, maybe five, apartments there. But the place was the least interesting thing.

The engine was off and then he hopped off the car, and the she said: “Let me help you with your suitcase!” as she went off too.

He wasn´t sure how much of a good idea this´ll be. Mrs. Hudson´s not that old. Just a mature woman. However, his luggage´s heavy. All of his things are there. Well, there and in a back-pack he kept with him. Still, that suitcase is heavy.

“Hold…” he was about to say hold on, but then, things turned a little strange.

Mrs. Hudson hopped off the car and picked the suitcase from the other side of the truck. And she carried it with ease, even when he struggled a bit to lift it. And that wasn´t it.

“Here you go…” she said, and Martin couldn´t believe his eyes.

He met her while sitting. Both of them sitting, actually, and he was so overwhelmed by her bust that he didn´t notice anything else.

Martin´s a 5´8” guy. Not the tallest, but not that short. And he wasn´t expecting this lady to tower above him!

Mrs. Hudson´s not just top-heavy, her hips, her legs. She´s a thick woman! A thick woman that stands at 6´5”!

“What´s the matter, dear? Not used to tall ladies?” He swallowed.