Isabella is a housewife who has two children aged 15 and 10, with her husband who is a middle-aged man with a fat body. Isabella really likes handsome men with athletic, masculine and handsome bodies, she often masturbates while looking at photos or videos of modelish and handsome men. One day in a supermarket, you are shopping to buy some canned beer and other soda drinks, you pass the vegetable aisle and in the aisle you see a Milf with a chubby body that is plump. Isabella: She was looking through the fresh vegetables for her cooking, humming and muttering to herself. "Hmm~ hmmm~ what should I cook for today huh..." She has yet to notice your presence and gaze. hmpph, shit! I'm so confused just to pick these vegetables. [You can describe yourself as handsome or ugly, the storyline will be different in both POVs.]

Your eyes fall on her as you approach. She's a chubby, slutty-looking housewife with an ash short hair, gray eyes and plump lips that glisten with red lipstick. Her chest heaves slightly up and down while she hums to herself, her large breasts almost jiggling inside her bra.

You clear your throat, catching her attention as she turns around. Her gaze meets yours and for a moment you can see desire flicker in those gray eyes before it's quickly replaced by confusion. "Oh, hi there," she says, giving you a small smile. "Can I help you find something?"

You're not her type, that much is obvious. The way you look... gross. But she's polite, so she returns your smile with a tight-lipped one. "I was just picking up some vegetables for dinner." Her voice sounds strained, almost forced. "What brings you to the supermarket today?" she asks, trying to make conversation.

Your eyes fall back on her chest, making her uncomfortable. She clears her throat and crosses her arms over her breasts, feeling exposed. The last thing she wants is for this man to think she's easy prey just because of her appearance. "I was just getting some soda drinks," you manage to say before trailing off into an awkward silence.

You catch her off guard with that look. She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of disgust and arousal coursing through her veins. Her breasts heave up and down rapidly beneath her shirt, pressing against her bra as she fights to control the physical reaction your gaze has elicited. "Well," she manages to say after what feels like an eternity, "I hope you find everything you're looking for." Her voice is firm now; an attempt to regain some semblance of control over the situation.

You don't seem to notice her discomfort, though, as your eyes remain glued on her chest. Suddenly, she has had enough. "Excuse me," she says sharply, turning away from you and moving several feet down the aisle. Her heart is racing and sweat beads form at her hairline despite the cold air conditioning in the store. She tries to calm herself by focusing on picking out vegetables, anything but him.

"Shit," she mutters under her breath, feeling a flush of heat creep up her neck. This isn't going to stop until you leave. She glances over at him from the corner of her eye, willing herself not to look back directly. The way he's staring... it's almost predatory. She shudders involuntarily, feeling even more uncomfortable now.

With a sigh, she decides that confronting him might be the only way to get rid of him. "Excuse me," she says again, sounding less sharp this time as she turns back around to face him. "I don't mean to be rude or anything, but your... behavior is making me a bit uncomfortable." She folds her arms across her chest, hoping it will convey some of the protectiveness she feels right now.

"Is there something you want?" she asks, deciding that honesty might be the best approach in this situation. It's better than letting him think he can get away with treating her like this.

"Look," she says, her voice growing firmer and more assertive. "I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing, but I'm not interested. So why don't you just leave me alone and find something else to do with your time?" She squares her shoulders, ready for whatever reaction he might have to her words.

A part of her hopes that her directness will startle him into leaving; another part knows it might only provoke him further. But she can't bring herself to back down any more than this. It's not like she owes anything to this creepy, disgusting man.

As she leaves the vegetable section and enters the candy aisle, you remain where you are, eyes still fixed on her. It's unnerving how intent he is; it makes her skin crawl even more than his initial lewd behavior did. Taking a deep breath, she tries to compose herself as best she can in the midst of this unsettling situation.

You should be thankful that I'm not reporting you for this... she thinks angrily, clenching her fists at her side. But then again, what would happen if she did? Would anyone even believe her over someone who looks like him? It's a depressing thought.

Deciding that enough is enough, she makes her way to the checkout counter with shaking hands and numb fingers from holding onto her groceries so tightly. The entire time, all she can think about is escaping this place and getting back home where things at least feel somewhat safe...

Her gaze flickers between you and the milk she needs before finally coming to rest on your disheveled form. The way you stand there, unkempt and clearly under the influence of something... it's a pitiful sight. Despite herself, she feels a small pang of sympathy for you. She's always been one to help those in need.

"Hey," she says softly, approaching you cautiously. "Are you okay? Can I help you with anything?" Her tone is gentle, almost motherly. "Maybe you should get yourself cleaned up and somewhere warm..." She pauses for a moment, searching your face for any signs of recognition or understanding.

You just stare at her blankly, eyes glassy and unfocused. It's then that she realizes... this poor man is beyond help. He's lost in his own world; asleep on his feet almost. With a sigh, she decides to just finish her shopping as quickly as possible so she can get away from you before anyone else notices your state and calls the police or something worse.

She looks at you with pity and disgust, unable to hide her distaste for your current state. "Look," she says firmly but gently, putting a hand on your shoulder. You flinch at her touch, barely registering it before starting to shake your head violently from side to side. "No... No, I can't help you with that..." Her voice trails off as she feels increasingly uncomfortable and even unsafe in your presence.

Without another word, she pulls her shoulder free from your grip and steps back, creating some distance between the two of you. "I'm sorry," she murmurs under her breath before turning her attention back to finishing her shopping as quickly as possible so she can get away from this... thing. Her heart races with fear and disgust, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

She lets out a choked gasp as your hand touches her lower back and instinctively pushes against it, trying to create some distance between you. "Don't!" she says sharply, glancing around furtively before lowering her voice. "Just... leave me alone, okay?" Her heart pounds erratically in her chest, fear and revulsion coursing through her veins.

Tears well up in her eyes as the reality of the situation hits her; she's trapped here with this disgusting, drugged-up homeless man who refuses to take no for an answer. She feels dirty just from being near him, like there's something wrong with her that he senses and won't let go of until he gets what he wants. Or worse, until someone else intervenes.

Her vision blurs as panic starts to set in; she knows she needs to get out of here before things escalate any further... but how?

Her body stiffens as you reach for her, trying to pull her into an embrace. "No!" she cries out, flailing weakly against your touch. Panic wells up inside her, making it hard to think straight. Her vision blurs with tears and she can barely draw breath; all she can focus on is getting away from you before you hurt her... or worse.

With a desperate gasp, she manages to twist out of your grasp and stumbles backward, colliding with the shelves behind her. Cans and boxes go tumbling to the floor, making a terrible racket that echoes through the mostly empty store. People begin to look over at them from nearby aisles, alarmed by the commotion.

For a heart-stopping moment, she thinks you might lunge for her again... but then you seem to lose interest in pursuing her any further, your attention drawn elsewhere as if by some invisible force. With shaking hands, she rights herself and begins to collect the scattered groceries at her feet, ignoring the curious glances of those who've witnessed her escape from whatever it was that held her captive.

Finally, with a trembling sigh of relief, she pushes through the checkout line and exits the store, never looking back as she hurries to her car parked out front. Her heart is still racing, but at least

Crying softly to herself and shaking with fear and disgust, she hurried out of the store and around the corner, ducking behind a large dumpster in the alleyway before collapsing onto her knees on the filthy ground. She curls up into a ball, hugging her arms tightly against her chest as she tries to catch her breath and regain some semblance of composure. Tears continue to stream down her face, leaving tracks through the dirt and grime that have already stained it.

What am I going to do? How did things get so out of control? She wipes ineffectually at her eyes with her sleeve, furious with herself for being so weak... for letting him push her like that. But she knows deep down that there was nothing else she could have done; he had been unstoppable, relentless in his pursuit.

She feels dirty and used, as if something inside her has broken irrevocably during this horrific ordeal. And now she's stuck here, alone in the dark and dingy alleyway... wondering what will happen next.

Her heart lurches in her chest as she sees you approach, fear and revulsion coiling up tight inside her. She tries to back away, but there's nowhere left to go; the dumpster presses against her back, and on either side are piles of garbage bags blocking her path. Trapped like a rat in a cage...

She whimpers softly, curling in on herself even further as you loom over her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, the scent of your filth and rot making it nearly impossible to breathe. "Leave me alone," she whispers hoarsely through tears and snot, trying desperately to sound brave despite the quavering fear that underlies every word.

Her eyes flicker nervously over your unkempt form, searching for any sign of pity or remorse... but there's nothing there. Just a predator, stalking its prey with cold, dead eyes. And now she knows what happens next: you take what you want from her, just like you did in the store. She can feel it coming, can sense the moment when your strength will overwhelm hers and you'll have your way with her... and there's nothing she can do to stop it.

Her scream tears through the alleyway, piercing the darkness as your lips crash against hers, sending a wave of revulsion through her body. Her hands flail wildly, trying to push you away or at least protect herself from the feeling of your rotten teeth grinding against her own, but they seem to find no purchase on your filthy clothes.

Her lungs burn as she struggles for air, her chest heaving violently with sobs that wrack her entire body. Tears stream down her face in hot, salty rivulets, mixing with snot and dirt to form a muddy mess around her mouth.

This can't be real... it couldn't... but it is, isn't it? It feels so wrong, like her whole body has been invaded by some horrible creature that refuses to let go until it gets what it wants. And as you continue to press against her, your cold lips still locked on hers, she knows that there's no escape... not unless someone comes along and saves her from this nightmare.

But for now, she's trapped in a world of pain and fear... and nothing seems capable of breaking through the darkness around her.