Saturday, June 1, 2013

Arousing Angie

by Tada7 

It was a little past noon on a Sunday. I was just loafing around the pad as usual when out of the blue the phone rang. I suppose I should explain who I am though before I go to much farther. My name is Tad I’m a graphic designer well at least that’s what I tell people. I’m not actually employed at the moment. The economy’s been down recently and it’s been hard to find companies in need of my talents. Ever since I’ve been little I’ve thought about being small around a girl. Until recently, I thought it was impossible. I’m actually still a little unsure of the science.. but just read the story. 

I picked up the phone, it was Angie, a good friend of mine. We sat next to each other in art class senior year of High School. She’s an outdoorsy kinda girl. Bright eyes, always smiling. Perfect figure, petite, blond hair. Did I mention she plays the violin too? I was blown away by her the more I found out about her. Now I’ve never been a player, at least not in the social sense. In fact I’m down right lousy at relationships but Angie had a way of sorta drawing me out. In just a few short months we were all of over each other. During class we’d message each other dirty ideas then that night we’d act them out. Sadly our time together had to end when Angie received a scholarship to study abroad in South America. We promised each we’d get back together again when she got back but it never happened. 

Years went by. I went around talking to her family her friends none of them knew why she hadn’t come back. After about a year and half, my occasional e-mails to her started to bounce and I moved on with my life. 5 years later she came back. She said she had been abducted by local tribe of amazons in riot. She had been cut off from civilization and become part of the tribe. I really didn’t care too much about the details but she seemed enthralled by their culture and their ways. 

We tentatively began a relationship again. A few dates here and there nothing much more than that. Tonight we’re going out dinner again and I sense this maybe it! God! Last time I had sex with this woman it was out of this world. I can’t wait to get back on track with her again. 

“7:00 your house? You betcha.” I hung up the phone and got my stuff together. I’d have to leave now if was going to be there right at 7. 

After and uneventful ride I showed up at her place and knock on the door. “Hey, ready to go?” My god, she looked stunning. She was the kinda girl who could make mere sweat pants look the pinnacle of fashion. I had a hard time thinking straight. 

“Not quite yet…” said Angie. She looked indecisive. 

“What if we stayed in tonight? I’ll cook” she gave me a smile that just made my heart melt. 
I smiled back and went inside. After a little pacing I asked if she needed any help. 

“No thanks, I’ve got it, just make yourself comfortable.” Again with the smile, Damn this woman is attractive! I took a seat on the couch. The only reason I could think of for her wanting to stay in would be sex. I started to get almost giddy. I wonder which positions I should try tonight. Angie has always been into the different sexual positions. Before she left for South America she had the poster of 100 sexual positions, you know the one with the outlines of the people in each position. 

“Dinner’s ready!” 

I got up and walked back over to the table. Wow she even had the candles out. This is going to be one very memorable night. We ate dinner. She said it was a dish she learned to make during her time with the amazons. It was actually quite good. Typically, exotic dishes don’t bode well with me but this one was surprisingly tasty. It had a spice or herb or something I’d never tasted in my life. Something like those sweet and spicy chicken things at KFC but a lot more refined and smooth. I asked her about it and she arched one of her eyebrows and gave me a seductive look. I smiled back. Wow she’s really coming on to me, I thought to myself. After dinner we spend about 20 minutes together in the kitchen cleaning up. 

When we were all done we both just sorta glanced at each other. She’s about 5’7’ and I’m about 6’4 so I kinda glanced down and she kinda glanced up. Anyway, suddenly she got this lustful look in her eyes and threw herself on me. We kissed so passionately the glass I had just set down on the counter got knocked off and shattered on the floor. She pushed me against the refrigerator with a small thud then I worked her over against the pantry. It wasn’t until about 20 minutes later that I finally broke the kiss. Angie seemed to be in a state of bliss. She closed her eyes and arched her head back while rubbing her breast slightly. I couldn’t believe how turned on she looked. After a few moments she seemed to recover. 

“Wanna wrestle?” she said quickly. 

“uh ok sure…” I said, a little surprised by the question. 

“It’s how women court men in the tribe I was a part of.” she explained. 

I chuckled at the thought of that. Heh but if she wants to wrestle I’m game. We moved the sofa and cleared a spot on the carpet for out match. More of a tussle if you ask me but Angie seemed really into it. 

“Ready, set, Go!” 

We slowly circled each other. Suddenly Angie lunged. I sidestepped to the left quickly and tripped her with my foot. She went down and got on top of her to pin her. She squirmed a bit then relented. I weigh a little more than her so I suppose it wasn’t all that fair. For the second round we got into a kneeling position. Me on my hands and knees and Angie next to me with her arm around my waist. Standard wrestling position. 

“Ready, set, Go!” 

This time I decided to go a little easier on her. My mistake. I made a feeble attempt at using her arm to get her off balance but she was too quick for that. She grabbed hold of both my arm and leg and flipped me in the air with surprising agility. I hit the mat with some force. A second later she had me pinned fast. Damn! She must’ve picked that up in the amazon. I looked up at her. She gave me this sexy victory smile and slowly crawled up my body eventually planting her thighs on either side of my face. I could almost see her pussy inches away from my nose through the light fabric of her sweat pants. wait she wasn’t even wearing underwear?. Angie gave me her best ‘Too bad. So sad.’ look and started to sway her body back and forth. Every now and then allowing her pussy lips to touch my face through her clothes. I could barely take this and felt like I was about to explode. After a few minutes of this delightful torture, I started to extend my tongue and lick her pussy through the sweat pants whenever she got close to my mouth. Angie let out a little squeal of delight at first but that was soon replaced by low moans as she danced her pussy across my mouth more and more. I could distinctly see, feel, and taste her soft womanly moisture as it began to make the front of her sweat pants very wet. After awhile of this she just couldn’t take it anymore. She smiled down at me, “I better get these pants off before I ruin them.” 

“A little late for that.” I replied with a grin as I ran a hand across my now very wet face. 
Angie stood up and quickly disrobed. I lay there mesmerized by her simple beauty as she slipped her sweat pants down past her ankles and gracefully slid her t-shirt off. When she was done she kicked her clothes off to the side and glanced back at me her eyes full of pure lust. I started to get up but she pounced back on top of me pining me the same way she had before. 

“ow” I half-joked. Angie smiled. I tried to move my arms to touch her breasts suspended so beautifully above my head but she stopped me with her feet. 

“Not yet little boy” she chided with a smile. “You need to finish what you started first.” With that she started to rub her cum soaked pussy sensually across my face again as she smiled down at me. I was really starting to enjoy myself. I used my tongue to gently probe the inner fold of her sex. Angie moaned deeply. Within a matter of minutes she had reached her peak. “oh god” she said calmly at first then louder and more high pitched. I looked up, she had her back arched and was rubbing her breasts with her arms. She started to grind more and more of herself against my lips as the steady stream of her cum down my face turned into a river. 

Angie stayed on top of me for awhile after savoring the afterglow. She glanced down at me with her cheeks faintly pink and a little bit of sweat on her brow. “God that was amazing Tad.” 

I tried to get up but her weight still had me pinned fast. That’s funny I thought, I could’ve moved her before this started but now I can’t. Must just be tired from the sex. At any rate though, she had me pinned and I wanted up. I moved my eyes back up to her face, pausing for a moment at her beautiful breasts on my way up her body. Angie wasn’t paying me any attention though. She had her eyes closed and her head slanted upward as though savoring the feelings she’d just felt. I tried to shift my weight and loosen her hold on me. Big mistake. I’m sure she didn’t do this intentionally but when I moved a little bit under her she sat down full on my face. My mouth was covered by her ass and my nose was pushed part way inside her pussy. I could barely breathe. I was in trouble. If she didn’t get up soon I’d suffocate. Still in her dreamy trance she moaned softly at my motions as I tried to struggle free. I tried calling her name, softly at first and then louder. but my words were muffled by her body and large amounts of her cum. After about 15 seconds which seemed like an hour to me I gave up and focused on conserving air. 

A few minutes later Angie came out of her blissful dreamy state and stood up. 

“Are you ok?” she asked. Still a little dazed from the lack of oxygen and intensity of her aroma, I responded “yeah I’m fine.” I vowed never to tell her or anyone else what she had just unwitting put me through. 

I stood up as well and she handed me a rag which I used to get most of her excitement off most of my face and clothes. “That must’ve of been quite some ride” I joked. 

She smiled back, “you have no idea.” 

I gave Angie her rag back and looked into her eyes. Hmm.. something’s wrong here, I thought.. As fresh oxygen slowly made its way back into my brain I realized what it was. I’m supposed to be almost a foot taller her! I can’t be looking her in the eye! I looked down at her feet to see if she was wearing heels or something. Nope. Barefoot. Fuck! This is bad. 
I looked back at Angie. She had a curious smile on her face. 

“How’d I get so much smaller?!” I asked. 

“It’s the amazon spice you commented on at dinner. It reacts differently for each gender.” 
Oh great she gave me some voodoo spice and now I’m slowly shrinking.. Don’t get me wrong I love giant women. Just not in real life. I don’t want to end up as some tiny slave to a woman for the rest of my life and never see my family or friends again. 

“Is it permanent?” I asked worriedly. Angie gave me a broad smile. 

“Angie, Is it permanent??!!” 

“No, no. It’ll only last a few hours. Or until I become less aroused.” she said easily with a little bit of laugh. 

“ok…” I said a little less worried “wait so I shrink when you become aroused? that’s kinda weird.” 

“Yeah I know it’s a property of the spice. It creates some sorta weird transmitter protein in female genitalia and a receptor like protein in male genitalia it doesn’t always work at a consistent rate though,. Oh and it also has some effect on the amount of cum I produce.” 
There was a long pause as we both gazed into each other eyes. 

“I’ll bet kissing’s a lot easier at this height” I said with a grin. 

Angie’s eyes lit up and she smiled back. Seconds later our lips were locked passionately. As we were kissing and squeezing, I ventured my tongue into Angie’s mouth. However, what I hadn’t counted on was that when shrank I didn’t just lose height, everything about me shrunk as well including my tongue. Because of my reduced size Angie was able to easily encompass my tongue with hers and shifted the battleground back to my mouth where my tongue was swiftly defeated by hers. Her tongue seemed to own every inch of my mouth. I didn’t stand a chance but I dueled with her valiantly all the way back to the bedroom. 

Once there, Angie began disrobing me sensually while we kissed. She got the belt and pants easy enough but the buttons on my shirt gave her trouble. 

“Need help?“ I started to ask, but was interrupted by a loud shredding noise as she torn my shirt in two. 

“I guess not..” I murmured. 

As soon as she was done, I maneuvered us around so she had her back to the bed, broke the kiss, and made an effort to push her backwards onto the bed. She shifted her weight a little but didn’t even lose her balance! 

I took a step back. “Either you’ve gotten stronger. Or I’m getting weaker.” I joked. 

She gave me her broad grin again. “Both actually.” 

Damnit, so it’s not enough that I have to be smaller she has to be stronger too? 

“It’s another property of the spice, it’s usually negligible, but in this case..” Angie continued with a giggle. “oh don’t look so annoyed. I know you love it. You told me you were into to this sorta thing before I left for Brazil. Now we can actually experience it!” 

“Yeah you’re right, I do love you like this.” I consented. 

“Much better. Now come a little closer.” She said seductively. 

“Where were we? Ah yes, I was about to make you so small, my vagina could crush you like a grape.” Angie taunted passionately. 

“what? wait.. now, now careful Angie. Let’s not be…” 

She just smiled back seductively and began masturbating right in front of me. Stopping me in my tracks the way only a woman can. Something about the way her hands stroked her pussy lips, I completely lost my train of thought. Almost immediately I felt the effects of the spice much stronger than before. 

“whoa.” I said as I began to feel myself sink slowly downward. The carpet seemed to spread out away from me. Within seconds I had slipped below the level of her eyes. As I did so, I noticed Angie seemed to become fascinated with my body; watching it slowly dwindle before her. Her lips formed an almost dominant smile as I slipped below chin level.. I gulped a little bit at that, as Angie slowly got more and more aroused, making me smaller and smaller. 

I looked down slightly to see her breasts already at shoulder level for me. With a little bit of a smile, I started to cup and caress them as they slowly expanded in my hands. Angie started to moan in pleasure. 

“ohh god I can feel your hands shrinking..” she said in between gasps of pleasure. 

Unfortunately for me this seemed to increase my rate of shrinkage by quite a bit and her breasts were soon above my head and rapidly moving out of reach as I shrunk down her body. 

“Tad you’re so small you look like a kid to me.” She said half teasing half in amazement. 
She was right though. She dwarfed me like a woman to a young boy. I started to get a little nervous at this and backed away from her. 

“oh no you don’t, little boy.” Angie said teasingly, as she placed one of her chair sized cum dripping hands behind my back and pulled me against her expanding body closer than before. As she did I felt finger sized drops of her cum slide down my back. Looking around uneasily, I was now eye level with her navel and rapidly approaching her public region. Glancing up past her glorious breasts Angie was grinning down at me, in between moans and gasps from her candid masturbation, as she watched me get smaller and smaller before her. 

Soon her silky blond wet pubic hair brushed my lips. Angie gasped in delight and pulled me in closer, effectively burying my head in her wetness. Her cum was quite literally flowing down my chest and face making it difficult to breathe. Fuck not this again, I thought; I’d had enough suffocation for one night. Angie’s moans became louder and I began to doubt I’d survive. Angie had stopped using her hands to stimulate herself and was now actually using my entire head. I began to yell in terror but I was easily drowned out by the gushes of her desire. Fortunately for me it didn’t last more than a couple seconds. I quickly shrunk below the level of her pussy and she was forced to let go of my head or risk injuring me. I heard Angie gasp in frustration as she let go of my head and I fell the short distance to the floor. That didn’t stop her from continuing though. 

As I stood up again, she went back to stimulating herself with her hands with a vengeance. It was all I could do to gaze up at this unbelievably beautiful woman, no that’s the wrong word, ‘goddess’, as she masturbated faster and faster and faster. I began shrinking at breakneck speed. The world around me was blurring with the speed of her stimulation as I continued to gaze helplessly upwards at the woman I loved while shrinking downwards past her smooth curvy hips then her knees; her face a display of grand beauty and pure bliss as she closed her eyes in orgasm so far above my being. To say I was in awe would be a vast understatement. Melon sized drops of cum drizzled downwards pelting me and the ground around me with her excitement as I shrunk smaller and smaller. 

After awhile, I began to notice that I was gradually shrinking at a slower and slower rate. I took a sigh of a relief and began to take in my surroundings. At the moment I was just above Angie’s ankles in height. She towered above me like skyscraper. Her two feet, each longer than I was tall. I strained my head upward to see her lovely eyes now massive in comparison to me, still closed savoring her titanic orgasm as she smiled a smile of pure bliss. After a moment, I saw her eyes open quickly and look around for me. I heard her gasp when she spotted me. 

She giggled a bit when she saw me between her legs covered in cum. “You’re so small Tad. I’ll bet my dildo’s taller than you are.” Angie taunted sexily. 

“You have a dildo?” I yelled back. 

Angie smirked and bent down to pick me up. Her now giant breasts dangling above me as her hand grasped my whole body easily. She carried me the short distance to the nightstand and set me down. I couldn’t believe how huge Angie seemed to me. 

As she kneeled down in front of the nightstand only her breasts and head were visible to me but they dominated my vision. Her breasts alone were the length of my car in diameter at least. And her face! The beautiful face I fell in love with so long ago now dwarfed my very being. It was quite surreal seeing her this big. I felt so powerless. 

“We’ll just see won’t we.” Angie said. 

With that she opened the drawer beneath me and placed a long pink rubber dildo upright beside me. I was taller, if only by a few inches. Yes!!! I got really excited about this. Something to do with holding on to my last shred masculinity possibly. 

“Hah!” I said triumphantly, and started to do a little dance. 

“mmmm..” said Angie watching my tiny body strut it’s stuff before her on the nightstand. 

“You’re hot stuff, but look again I think mr. giggles is gaining on you.” She said with a laugh. 

I looked back over at the monstrous dildo to find it almost above my hairline and climbing. 
“ you wouldn’t..” I said in desperation, watching a woman’s sex toy begin to slowly dwarf me. 

I looked over at Angie who was smiling slyly over my head as she pulled the gooey cum dripping finger from her pussy she had just been using to shrink me. 

“Hey that’s not fair!” I yelled back. 

“Sure it is. I make the rules.” She said with a sexy smile and held the finger above me watching it drip on my head. 

I tried to get away but she just kept moving her finger over my head wherever I went. 
“hah-hah very funny.” I said sarcastically. 

“You have no idea..” Angie said with a hand over her mouth trying not to laugh. She soon tired of this though and decided it was time we slept. 

I turned around to look at the billboard sized digital alarm clock at the other end of the nightstand. 

“But it’s only 9:00 We’ve got all night!” I protested. 

“You do, but I don’t. I’ve got work tomorrow.” She said matter-of-factly. 

With that she picked me up swiftly, set me on the bed, and crawled in herself. I couldn’t help but imagine what we’d be doing right now if we hadn’t used the spice. Sitting around watching a movie? Talking? Possibility even having sex right here on this very bed. It boggled my mind to imagine myself ever being as big as Angie seemed to me right now. Yet I remember all those steamy nights we had together before she left. She was always shorter than me, now seeing her so big; it was almost as if I was not the same the man anymore. Here she was, the woman I’d easily taken as a mate in the past, now completely naked mere feet away from me and yet so unattainable. I began to feel pangs of inadequacy, watching her lovely body slide gracefully under the covers. Angie seemed to almost read my mind. 

“Don’t look so depressed, you’ll be back to normal in a few hours.” She said with a warm smile. 

“I’m not depressed, I just can’t believe how beautiful you look this way.” I replied lovingly. Angie blushed a little at that. 

“I love you too” she said and smiled down at me. 

With that, I found a nice cozy pillow about 3 times my size, and settled down to sleep as Angie pulled out her bedtime reading; a book on the history of erotic art by some best selling feminist author. I chuckled a little at that and closed my eyes for the night. 

About 20 minutes later I was awakened by the feel of my pillow becoming more and more thready and rough. That’s odd, I thought at first. Then I remembered the spice. 

Oh Shit! 

I whipped my head around to see Angie now extremely far away like the horizon of some distant land, still contently reading her book on erotic art. She must be getting turned on by the pictures even if she doesn’t admit it to herself! Fuck why didn’t I see this coming?! 
I yelled her name desperately as I struggled to get down off my now truly massive pillow and run over to her. But alas, I was too far away and my feet were already sunken too deep into the fabric to do anything but squirm futilely as I shrunk smaller and smaller. 
About 5 minutes later I was watching dust particles larger than my head float through the air above me. I felt a powerful earthquake as Angie reached over to set her book down and turn off the light. All at once, everything became dark. 

I lay swinging noiselessly on my makeshift hammock made from giant pillow threads and wondered if I was even visible to the naked eye. Soon after, vast, strangely comforting, movements of air in the distance, which I could only assume meant Angie had fallen asleep. 

Several hours later. 

I awoke with a start. It was dark out. Angie and I were sleeping in her bed together hugging one another. She was still sleeping. Angie’s scent was everywhere; even under my arms. That’s odd, I thought. I wondered vaguely as to what had happened last night. I tried to focus on the last thing I remember before waking up. Weird flashes of lust and Angie moaning passed through my head. 

Heh, must’ve taken something good I thought to myself. I leaned over and kissed Angie on the cheek. She purred a little and smiled without waking up. A quick glance over at the clock told me Angie would have to get up in about a half an hour. As I gradually regained my senses I noticed we were both naked. 

Ok that might explain why I have her scent on me but it doesn’t explain how so much of it got everywhere, I thought to myself. Well whatever the reason, it was turning me on like you wouldn’t believe. I glanced over at Angie; she seemed blissfully content with her dream. I felt a brief flashback from night before; we were both in the kitchen, we had just finished a long passionate kiss, and I was watching Angie rub her breasts and smile blissfully. My cock sprung upright at the memory I wanted her so bad.. right now. 

Hey she’s got to get up soon anyway right? I reasoned. With that I rolled gently on top of her, careful not to rest too much of my weight on her smaller frame. Delicately, I began to trace the outline of her pussy lips with the tip of my cock. After a moment, or so, she began to get wet. I inserted myself slowly savoring the feeling of her vagina as it gripped my aching cock. Still asleep, Angie unconsciously rubbed her breasts below me as I began to thrust deeper and deeper. I began to wonder just how deep she went. I thrust myself as far as I could into her and never felt anything touch the tip. Wow, I thought, I wonder if this happened to her while she was down in the Amazon. 

Meanwhile, still asleep, Angie was moaning and rubbing her body all over. I forgot about not putting my weight on her and leaned down to kiss her moist lips as they purred and moaned in pleasure. Angie opened her eyes in surprise at first then relaxed kissing me back passionately. Suddenly, Angie broke the kiss. She searched my eyes as though remembering something. Then smiled as though to say never mind and went back to kissing me with a grin on her face. 

“What?” I asked, curious. 

“oh you’ll see..” she said with a seductive smile. Something was slowly nagging at the back of my mind something important. As she said that I realized it had to do with last night. 

“What happened last night?” I asked, hoping Angie would remember. 

She just smiled brightly, wrapped her arms around my neck and started to kiss me more passionately than before. Mmmm she’s really good at this, I thought. Her tongue seemed to explore every corner of my mouth with ease. 

After awhile I went back to thrusting into her. That was all I could take, my raging cock exploded again and again in quick succession as I gasped in pleasure. 

“Mmmmm…” Angie moaned as she felt me cum within her. 

I kept going for a few more strokes than pulled out to let my sensitive manhood to cool down. 

“Don’t stop” Angie moaned. 

I may have just reached my peak but Angie still had a ways to go, I realized. After a moment or too I was ready to go again; and thrust myself back inside Angie’s hungering pussy. I focus my eyes on Angie watching the curves of her beautiful body, her legs spread wide, as she squirmed and moaned below me in sexual delight. I could feel my erection coming back, as I became aroused again all at once. But somehow it didn’t seem to fill her the way it had before I came. It seemed like I was losing my erection inside of her. How could that be? It felt just as rock solid as before but now I could actually move my cock from side to side. Fuck, I must be losing my vitality. 

Damnit! I thought this only happened to old people! I quickly pulled out of her in embarrassment, lay down on my stomach, and started to fuck her with three fingers the way they sometimes do in adult videos. That worked for awhile, but I couldn’t insert myself anywhere near as far as I could with my erection. 

Suddenly, Angie grabbed my hand in hers and thrust it all the way inside of her and let go. 

Holy Fuck, I thought to myself, How did she get so big down there? I continued pump my hand inside of her in amazement. This is incredible. After awhile I could actually fit my whole arm up to the elbow inside of her. As I did so, Angie’s moans of pleasure got so loud they hurt my ears. 

“Ohhhhh kiss me Tad..” she purred in between gasps and moans. 

I slowly pulled my arm out of her and got up on my knees to lean down and kiss her. 
Then I noticed it. I wasn’t even as tall as her knees! They towered on either side of me. All at once the events of last night hit me like hurricane to a small town. The kissing, the spice, the shrinking!! 

“Oh my god…” I said, aloud. I looked over at Angie who was trying to contain a smile. 

“Now you remember.” she said with a laugh. “You grew all the way back to normal, but then your cock got the best of you.”

Now that I knew it was happening, I could actually sense myself shrinking as she said those words. In a moment of fear, I started to run, recalling what Angie had said last night about her pussy crushing me like a grape. It was no use. All she had to do was close her legs and I was trapped; held fast by her slender leg muscles. 

I looked down at my throbbing cock, “Well at least I’m not losing my vitality afterall” I said to myself with a small chuckle. 

“You look so cute down there.” Angie said with a giggle, looking down at me under the covers. 

“You were just kidding when you talked about crushing me like a grape last night, right?” I asked worriedly. 

Angie sat up a little so that she could see me better. 

A glint of lust showed in her eye, “yeah I was” she said with a kind smile “but we could try it if you want.” her kind smile turning into a more seductive one as she arched her eyebrow. 

I noticed myself shrink a bit as she said that. I gulped a little, realizing that at this point I was so small I couldn’t stop her even if I wanted to. 

“Oh I just remembered!!” she said excitedly and reached over to grab something from the nightstand drawer. It was a tiny Tupperware container with a creamy clear lotion inside of it. 

“Rub this on your body, you’ll love it.” She said and handed me the container. I acquiesced to her whim easily. Just a little curious as to what this lotion does after seeing the effects of the spice, I opened the lid. It was very gooey and had the consistency of water yogurt but the apparent thickness of cream cheese, if that makes any sense whatsoever. 

Interesting stuff. I started to coat my body with it. I looked up at Angie through the covers and past her lovely breasts to see if she could help me spread it around my body. As I did though, I began to notice the small pool of cum around my feet getting bigger and deeper. I knew I was getting smaller, but I could tell from the relative of size of the container that I wasn’t shrinking fast enough for the pool to be getting that much bigger that quickly. It was already half the distance to my knees. I looked down to where Angie’s legs met a little up the bed from my position. Sure enough, she was gently masturbating again. 

“What are you doing?” I called up to her, a little annoyed that she didn’t rely on me to finish what I started. 

“Getting you down to size.” She replied with a playful smile. Her eyes never leaving my dwindling body. She’s actually getting off watching me become smaller and more helpless I realized. 

I quickly finished rubbing the lotion on my body as the container was starting to rise above chest level. 

“Ok done!” I said, “Now what’s this stuff do?” 

Angie carefully resealed the lid with one of her giant hands and placed the container back in the drawer. 

“I don’t really understand it myself but it’s supposed to make the wearer invulnerable for a short time or make him resistant to attack something like that.” 

“Nice!” I thought aloud, admiring myself as the lotion soaked in. 

I walked around doing several macho poses under the covers. Angie laughed and I felt the rate of shrinking increase slightly. A moment later, she pushed me up closer to her drooling pussy. So close I could feel the gusts of wind her hands were making as they rubbed the skin around her clit below me. At the moment I was still somewhat taller than her pussy but I knew that would soon change. 

“Ohhhh Tad you’re so sexy when you’re small.” Angie moaned feeling my body brush her wet blond pubic hair. I decided to go exploring. What the heck. I’m supposed to be invulnerable now right? With my hands I was able to shift the left part of her labia enough to get my hands in there and feel around in her wetness as it covered my lower body. 
Angie gasped and I felt myself shrink to about clit level in a torrent of cum. 

“Oh my god..” she gasped. “Tad I need you inside of me Now!” she moaned in desire. 

“Wait now.. let’s not be too hasty..” I started but her hands were already around me, turning and angling my body in mid air.

Half a scream and a second later, I found myself plunged feet first into her ravenous vagina. She slid me in up to my knees at first; one of her massive hands holding her cum soaked lips open and the other supporting my back. Then she let her muscles pull me in. First I’d feel her clench around my legs then with a sensual rippling of vaginal muscle I’d feel myself get pulled into her a little more. In a matter of seconds she had me up to the chest my hands pressed to my sides. My legs awash in her feminine depths as I got smaller and smaller. I began to feel pangs of fear again as I watched her hungry pussy slowly eat me. What would it be like in there? Would I ever come out again? 
When she had me up to the shoulders, she paused. Angie seemed to read my mind. 

“You’re going to be fine.” She said reassuringly. 

I looked up, she had her heart melting smile again, her lovely face pink and sweaty from arousal, now dwarfed my entire body. I relaxed a little at that and lay back down her hand ready to accept my fate. 

With one quick gasp, Angie’s pussy swallowed my entire being. 

The world crashed and heaved around my tiny frame. Faintly I could her Angie’s screams of pleasure but they quickly faded as I was shifted deeper into her. All the while shrinking smaller and smaller. I estimated I was roughly the diameter of a quarter now. Thanks to the lotion, breathing didn’t seem to be an issue. I tried to get my bearings but it was damn near impossible. All I remember is feeling as though my whole body was being toyed with the way a storm does with a small boat. 

After what seemed like hours to me I felt the world shake with increased speed as a giant object suddenly plowed its way into me; pushing me back against her cervix. As it receded it created a suction pulling my helpless body closer to her opening. At first I had no idea what happened. However, on its way out I caught a glimmer of pink. 

Mr. Giggles!! That bitch! 

She’s knows I’m in here and she has the gall to use her dildo! That’s it I want out! She can’t just pull this crap on me, I muttered as I started to swim towards the opening. 
Then all at once it came back faster than before pushing me back against her cervix as I continued to shrink. I struggled back towards her opening again but it was futile. I just got rammed back deep inside her again and again. Soon I had lost track of how many times I was pushed around inside her. The last thing I remember is passing out from exhaustion. 

I awoke relaxed as though in a warm bath. Slowly, I became aware that I was submerged in fluid although it didn’t feel like it had a nice faintly feminine taste that reminded me of good memories. Things like kissing Angie for the first time or hanging out with the girls I knew from my high school. As my vision became more focused I was able to discern that I was drifting steadily along at relaxed pace inside a large tunnel of some kind. It was about twice my height in diameter and sorta peachy in color. My first thought was of Angie. 

Where was she? Wait, Where am I? I wondered absently, I shrugged them off at first not too worried where I was; wherever it was I felt safe. As time passed though the question began to nag at the intellectual side of my brain. I thought back to the last thing I remembered before I woke up here. 

Let’s see, waking up with Angie in her bed, being horny, sex, kissing, more sex…. oh my god the spice! Mr giggles! It all flooded back to me. My eyes shot open again and I examined my surroundings in detail. Long tunnel, probably miles in length. Liquid around me. I glanced further up the tube. Something white, spherical, and semi-transparent was gaining on me. As it passed me, it occurred to me that I’d seen it before. Where was it? I thought back to the days of high school; sex ed. It was an egg! 

Holy shit! I’m the size of an egg?! I couldn’t decide whether I was more incredulous or fascinated. That must mean that I’m still inside Angie! Floating down one of her fallopian tubes most likely. Now I’ve gone to parties before gotten drunk, passed out, then woke in some pretty weird places before but this… This tops them all. 

How small did I get? I wondered. How long had it been since I stopped shrinking? At least 20 minutes; as that’s when I woke up and I hadn’t felt anything then. But maybe hours! If that were true, I could’ve been subatomic in size just a few hours or so ago and grown to be the size I was now. I looked around some more. It blew my mind to imagine this tunnel a living part of a woman hundreds of times larger than my being, and not just any woman, my loving girlfriend, Angie. I wondered innocently if she knew where I was right now as I continued to drift down her fallopian tube. 

About a half an hour later, I reached an opening and spilled out into a large cavern. So this is what the inside of a woman’s uterus looks like. It wasn’t quite flat as the pictures made it seem, in fact it actually had something of a bend to it. The temperature was cooler here relative to the tube and I was free to swim around weightless. I swam loops and corkscrews to my heart’s delight. I felt like I was in sex ed again back in high school. 
“Now class, these are the fallopian tubes, this is the uterus…” 

I remember daydreaming about what it would actually look like inside the reproductive process of a woman as the teacher explained each part in detail. Never once did I think I’d actually be trapped inside of it, years later. 

In time, however, the current carried me slowly down to the sticky red mess that lined her uterine wall. I collided with the softest of thuds and was immediately immobilized like fly caught in a web. As I lay there, my back stuck to the wall of a woman’s uterus, it occurred to me that this is exactly what happens to an egg before it develops into a baby and pass through the vagina. I thought about that for awhile, pondering the miracle of life. Hard to imagine a baby growing from an egg about my size to a size so big it stretches this already massive cavern. 

With a great deal of effort I managed to work myself free of the uterine lining and swam around looking for the way out. After several minutes of searching I found her cervix. It wasn’t straight down from the openings where I had expected it to be. Instead it was down and forward a little around the curve of the uterus. It looked rather like an out place sphincter closed tightly with only the smallest of holes right in the center. This was it; my way out. However, at the moment, I was too big to fit through the tiny opening and, though try as I might, too small to pull it open with my hands. 

I decided to wait until I got larger and try again. While I waited, I amused myself by enjoying the near zero gravity environment of Angie’s womb. I did flips, barrel rolls, complicated break dancing moves, all kinds of wacky stuff. After about 20 minutes My body was now about the same size as her entire cervix. It seemed to me if I got any bigger I wouldn’t be able to get out without Angie’s help. I pulled and tugged as hard as I could. At first it seemed like I wouldn’t be able to budge it at all but then suddenly it released a little and I was able to hold it open with my arms while I squeezed myself into Angie’s relatively dry vagina. I fell with a thud to the ground, if you can call it that, unused to the feel of gravity. 

All at once I wanted back in. At first I couldn’t breathe. I found myself coughing the fluid I had just been breathing out of my lungs desperately and replacing it with air. Angie’s honey sweet sex permeated the air. In the distance I saw some kinda fabric blocking her opening but I figured I cross that bridge when I came to it I started to crawl slowly down her grooved muscular canal feeling it expand and contract a little here and there barely noticeable. Suddenly it contracted hard; I was held roughly in place. I tried to move with all my might but it was futile. A moment later it released but, now I had another problem. My exit was closing. I struggle to stop it but I was too far away. By the time I got there her opening was closed as tight as a vault door. 

Great! Now what? I murmured to myself. 

Unfortunately for me that was the least of problems. All at once, the heat and pressure began to build as the walls contracted around me squeezing me so hard I’m sure I’d be dead if not for that miracle lotion. 

This continued for what seemed like hours, I could feel my ears pop several times as her vagina squeezed and wrung me like a sponge. Finally her muscles relaxed and I felt myself being pushed slowly outwards. I oozed out through her vulva past a jungle of pubic hair and finally out between her legs onto the smooth surface of her couch, wet, waxy, and a covered in little white stuff. 

Angie smiled down at me between her legs. 

“Enjoy the ride?” she said with a little bit of laugh. 

I rubbed the waxy stuff out of my eyes and looked up at her face, her massive size dwarfing my tiny frame. I estimated I was about 3 inches tall now. From the waist up she was wearing her business suit coat and all. However, for some reason, she had taken her pants and underwear off probably in anticipation of my rebirth, so to speak. 

“How long was I in there?” I called up to her. 

“Well let’s see..” she said pretending to do some calculations in her head. “I woke up with you on top of me this morning, then we had sex, I had breakfast, went to work. Around 1:00 I went out to lunch, then went back to work, came home and plopped down to watch TV like I usually do. And that’s when I felt you squirming around inside me. All in all I’d say about 14 hours total.” Angie said matter-of-factly. She looked at me while suppressing a smile, and waited for my reaction. 

“You mean I was in there a whole day?” I yelled incredulously. 

Angie laughed and nodded. “You must’ve had quite the experience. I can’t wait to hear about it.” 

I sighed and tried stand up. No success. I wobbled a little then collapsed back onto the couch. 

“Aww..” Angie cooed. “Here let me get a little more comfortable.” She said as one of her massive hands picked me up while she rearranged herself so that she was now laying on the couch with me on her chest. I could feel her heart beat calmly below me as her chest slowly moved up and down below me. 

“Try and reach my breasts” Angie said with a giggle. 

I tried to stand up again, this time a little more successful than the last as I managed to get upright instead of falling down right away. After several minutes I made it to the base of her left breast. Angie still had her shirt and bra but even so, I was amazed at how large they seemed. I extend my arm to touch it through the shirt but quickly lost my balance and flopped right into it. 

“Aaaah..” I let out just before bouncing softly into her breast. 

Angie burst out laughing. 

“Hey it’s not funny.” I yelled up at her. 

She tried to cover her mouth but it was at least a minute until she could stop laughing. Her laughter knocked me around on her chest like a baby on a trampoline. Finally she calmed down and apologized as I struggled back up to where I fell. 

A few minutes later, I scaled her breast carefully, finally getting settled on top. I then laid back and used her nipple as a pillow. I relaxed feeling my body continue to grow at a constant rate. 

“Comfortable are we?” Angie said with a smile. 

“You betcha!” I called up to her. 

“So tell me about your day, honey.” she said in her best married couple voice. 

“Well, let’s see,” I started angrily “I was attacked with a giant dildo!!” I yelled up at her. 
Angie’s cheeks flushed. “sorry about that.. I just couldn’t help myself I guess” she said with a slight smile. 

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” she asked doing her best to conceal a giggle. 

“Nah, not too bad. How long did you do that for anyway? I passed out.” 

Angie’s eyes shifted to the side a little, “oh a couple hours… give or take” 

“A couple hours?!?” I freaked. “I must’ve been subatomic in size!” 

Angie chuckled a little, “you look fine to me..” she said with a smile. 

“Well I’m fine now!” I returned sarcastically, “I can’t even imagine how small I must’ve been…” 

“So tell me where you were when you woke up!” Angie said eagerly. 

By this time I had grown to about 7 inches in height and I rolled softly into the valley between her breasts. 

“Well at first I had no idea, I thought I was hung over from a party or something,” Angie laughed a little at that, “then gradually it dawned on me that I was in one of your fallopian tubes.” 

“No way!” Angie said excitedly gently rubbing her breasts around me lovingly. 

“What was it like in there?” she asked with interest. 

“Actually quite nice…It’s hard to describe….” I continued to tell her the rest of the story; dragging it out, as Angie seemed to want to know every little detail. 

By the time I was finished with the story, I was about 2 feet tall; about the size of a small baby to her. It was around 8:00 so we decided to see if there was anything good on. I reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the waffle-sized remote and flipped to the guide channel. 

“Hey Stargate’s on” I said, and flipped to the Scifi channel. 

“Stargate? Let’s watch Charmed, it’s better.” Angie said. 

“Nah, I’ve seen it before it’s just a bunch of chicks who go around casting spells while managing their lives’s boring.” I responded. 

“Guess what? We’re watching Charmed.” Angie said with a playful smirk looking down at my 3 foot body as she reached for the remote in my hands. 

I held on the remote as hard I could but Angie easily wrestled it away from me like a grown woman confiscating something from a little boy. 

“Hey!” I said, annoyed, as I watched her switch it back to Charmed. 

Angie looked down at me sitting next to her on the couch and laughed. 

“Too bad. So sad.” she said ruffling my hair. 

“You wont be able to do that soon” I said grumpily, crossing my arms. 

“oh I won't?” Angie said and teasingly moved a hand between her legs. 

My eyes widened a little. She laughed at my reaction. 

"I'm just kidding little one." she said rubbing my hair affectionately. 

On tv, Alyssa Milano had accidentally conjured some dorky looking demon and was now trying to talk to it. 

By the end of the episode I was back to my regular 6’4 and couldn’t be happier. My wildest fantasies had just been fulfilled by the most beautiful girl in the world. I kissed Angie lovingly then stood up get my coat. 

“Thanks for coming over, I had a good time.” Angie said with a smile. 

“So did I. Thanks for having me.” I said with a grin knowing she’d catch the double-entendre. 

Angie laughed and beamed back at me. “Anytime.” 

With that I left, more in love than I’d ever been in my whole life. Hell I might even ask her to marry me.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Bent To Her Will

by mopti

I have no regrets. I fought to be in the role I'm now in. Mistress Elsa is the most creative mistress in the whole of Berlin, probably the whole of Germany - and that's taking in a lot of very dominant women. When Mistress Elsa announced that she wanted only the most flexible man to serve her, I fought to prove that I alone was the most agile, the most bendy. In this I was helped by my medical condition, which I've had since I was born - all my limbs are double-jointed.

At the time, her stipulation that her future slave be able to hold a contorted position 'for at least 12 hours' raised a lot of eyebrows - what could the famed Elsa be planning? I alone found out. I still remember the day she had picked me. I had signed over my mind and body to her that morning but still wasn't expecting things to move so quickly. Of course, that was because I didn't know her yet. She's a very impatient woman. She took me that very day to the local piercing parlor. I dutifully lay there while I was given 6 piercings; a Prince Albert on my cockhead, a tongue ring (further back on my tongue), upper and lower lip rings and 2 special metal rings on the upper and lower sides of my cockshaft, about 2/3rds of the way down.

Later that evening while I was tied up so as not to touch them while they healed, a man from the Koln Agricultural Institute came and talked to Elsa for a while. I couldn't hear their voices clearly but he left her a big metal canister marked 'biohazard'. After he left, she gave me the first of many injections of a blueish serum to my testicles. It didn't hurt going in - but a while later my testicles would ache. Several days later, these aches would be accompanied by involuntary erections. During these periods I was able from my prone position to see my new piercings healing nicely. I was surprised by the intensity of these erections though; my skin looked pink and stretched tight.

After about a week of these periods, I realized what was behind the strange scrotum aches: my balls were now almost twice the size! Worse (or better, from Elsa's point of view), the erections were now more frequent. There was also one more effect of this process; after a particularly difficult night of strange scrotum-aches and long erections, I woke up with my bare legs wet and the sheet on which I lay soaked. And I mean soaked. It was a strange wet, like water only slightly slimier.

When Elsa came to check on me and switched on the lights, I could see my still-hard cock drooling furiously, thick ropes of pre-cum attached to my legs and the sheet. My huge balls were soaking. Elsa looked more excited than I'd ever seen her. "It's nearly time, slave," she purred, and came back with what I recognized as a muscle-stimulating machine (with those pads and an electrical charge).

The following morning my erection was still there as she strode in, bustling about, getting ready for me to do whatever it was she had chosen me to do. In preparation, she slid a tight cockring around the base of my shaft, beyond my piercings. Finally, she was ready. "Please assume the position you auditioned for me, slave," she said, breathily, aroused. Dutifully, I hoisted my thin legs behind my head. She tied my ankles together back there. I wasn't alarmed; I won the position because of my ability to contort myself for long periods unharmed.

My wrists were next, tied behind my back. Now, she pushed my head down, instructing me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. My rock-hard cock quivered as I did so and felt my tongue touch my cockhead. I remember feeling amused by the fact that, flexible as I was, I had never tried before to suck my own cock. That thought came back to me many times later. Now the piercings came into play. She hooked my tongue piercing expertly onto my cock-piercing. They locked tight; now my cockhead would irrevocably lie on my tongue, my tongue basting my cockhead with spit, my cock-slit practically touching my tongue itself.

"Close your mouth," commanded Elsa. She was in power now, all sympathy for my previous trials forgotten. I did, enclosing my hot cockhead. Already I was having to swallow from the sheer volume of precum I was oozing out into my own mouth. "Slide your lips down your cock," barked Elsa, and I did until a 'clink' notified me that my piercings were in the way. I looked up, not moving, but I saw that she was reaching in to attach these, too. First the top pair connecting my top lip to my cockshaft, then the bottom lip attached underneath. I was stuck firm, my helpless tongue pressed against my cockslit, lips bolted shut around my cock.

Next, she grabbed the muscle-stimulating pads and placed a pad on either of my cheeks. "Would you like to see yourself, slave?" asked Elsa. I nodded slightly to indicate I did, and she wheeled a full-length mirror in front of me to show my face helplessly enclosed over my own thick cock. "Time to obey, slave," rasped Elsa, turning to the machine. I flicked my eyes and discerned two dials; the one that read 'charge' she turned to 'maximum'. The other one read 'cycle' and had many more options. She paused, then selected "slow to fast - 60 minutes". With a glint in her eye, she switched on the machine.

For a few seconds nothing happened. Then the first shock, short and incredibly intense, came as the pads caused my cheeks to suddenly contract and vaccum in with a loud "SCHLUCK", forcing me to suck incredibly hard on my cock in one continously long, drawn-out motion for a few seconds (that seemed like hours) before the charge dropped and my cheeks relaxed. After about 15 seconds, another loud "SCHLUCK" announced the next charge, my cheeks buzzing with current-induced warmth as once again I was made to involuntarily suck my hard-as-stone cock with the same continous, vicelike spasm. Each seizure was so powerful, like I was trying to suck my own cock down my throat, that it bluntly forced more salty precum than ever out of my slit directly onto my meek bound tongue.

And so it continued. I became fascinated watching myself in the mirror as each shudder hit with such force that my cheeks sunk in like a balloon in a vaccum, turning my cock-chained lips white and my quivering penis purple with the force. The electric pads had made me into an automated self-cocksucker, one that sucked with more vigour and force than the lustiest nymphomaniac, one that (thanks to my chained piercings) wouldn't ever, couldn't ever pull away or let up the pace.

I had become a cock-sucking machine and a willing particpator, both the sucker and the sucked. Each paroxysm of sucking felt marvellous on my cock, unnaturally intense. My mouth had long since gone dry in anticipation of what was being done to me, but luckily the ever-increasing pre-cum flow lubricated my mouth excellently around my glans.

Of course, right now the action was a slowed-down parody of true sucking, each single suck lasting several seconds with a large gap of nervous anticipation in between. But it was speeding up gradually, each 'schluck' coming just a fraction sooner than the other one. During one particularly strong spasm my pinched cheeks casued my tongue piercing to rub my frenum exceptionally hard and I realized I was coming. I closed my eyes for the inevitable. And...nothing happened.

Well, I was orgasming, my cock shuddering in my still-dementedly-sucking mouth. But I wasn't coming. No semen was coming out - then I suddenly remembered the cockring. How devious! I heard a voice from the corner of the room. "Next time, slave, keep your eyes open." I blinked my consent, continued to watch myself in the mirror. My balls ached more than ever before, backed up now. I stared at them, suddenly aware of just how huge they were. They were now each the size of a large apple, stretching my scrotum in a particularly ugly way. How much cum was in them? I had long since reasoned that the man from the Koln Agricultural Institute was to do with cattle breeding or something. His serum must have been to enlarge bull testicles and increase semen output. But when the bulls ejaculated, it was all collected in a vessel. When I finally ejaculated (if that was Elsa's plan) it was all going one place - my mouth, my tongue, my throat.

I estimated 15 minutes must have passed. I was still 'schluck'-ing my engorged cock, but now my demented sucking (which thanks to the pulse, had lost none of its intensity) had reached an average albeit slowish pace. Unable to turn my gaze away from the mirror, the realization of how slutty I looked sent me over the edge again, my cock shuddering, wagging, spasming, spluttering in between the harsh squeezes of my cheeks and lips. For a minute, I thought I was coming - my cock was squirting. With a cold sweat, I realized the taste and consistency was still that of precum. I was being treated to a new sensation - one no man had ever experienced before. My backed-up bull-balls were so full, and now so angry at being unable to unload, my precum was squirting - like cum. Holy christ. I was squirting precum.

It was thick, and copious as hell. I was trying to drink it down, but each awful contraction of my cheeks forced it down my throat. I looked so ridiculous in the mirror, cheeks alternating between being puffed out, full of thick precum and sucked all the way in on my tortured cock. As my orgasm subsided, my precum-ejaculate didn't. My balls hurt beyond all experience but the pain mingled exquisitely with the pleasure; and through the whole thing all I could do was gulp, schluck, gulp, schluck. And look at my cockslut self in the mirror. You better be enjoying this, I thought to my cock in the mirror. No-one has ever sucked you like this before, or ever will after.

30 minutes or so, and I was now sucking at a normal pace. The decrease in down-time meant my cheeks got less time to rest, which actually felt better as it left me little time to recover after each frenzied suck, so each new 'schluck' was not such a shock. Plus as the rests got shorter, the sucks did too. But not less intense. How many times had I orgasmed? Probably 11 or 12, I had lost count. My cock was a precum-farmer's dream. I was squirting so hard I probably could fill a 20oz. bottle in a minute. But my stomach was the receptacle. So far, it was okay. But I shuddered to think what would happen if it was cum fountaining down my throat, and not the salty clear stuff. By now, I had learned not to resist the pulses, and in a clear example of my further transformation into a slick cocksucking machine, actually had come to look forward to each new seizure. And I have to admit, my precum did taste wonderful...

I shook myself, staring wide-eyed at my reflection. My eyes screamed fear at what this torture was turning me into but electrified mouth only screamed 'I want to devour this cock. I want to devour this cock.'

I shuddered myself awake. 45 minutes or so. By now the schlucks were thick and fast, less 'schluck' and more 'schluck-schluck-schluck-schluck'. I sounded (and looked) like a milking machine. What had happened? I must had passed out for a minute or so from the intensity and the pain in my testicles. Of course, the beauty of the way I was bound meant my tongue would remain bound to my cock, which would remain bound to my lips, which would continue to suck faster and faster as the pulses quickened - whether I was conscious or not. I reasoned if I came while unconscious I probably wouldn't even drown, as my the repetitive action of my spasming cheeks would continue to exhaustively gulp the cum down, even as they were doing to the precum.

How clever, how clever. But I resolved after that time not to fall asleep or unconscious again. Not out of pride, out of duty. I had fought to be here, I was Mistress Elsa's slave, no-one else. At that moment I orgasmed again (this must have been my thirtieth time or something) but by this time I hardly noticed it, deciding to focus on analyzing what else had changed in the last so many minutes. My pulse was racing. the intense 'schluck-schluck' sounds filled the room. I smiled (or would have, if I wasn't sucking my own cock like a vacuum-chamber at that moment) at the thought that my experience was again pushing my body to new limits. 15 minutes ago, I had thought that my precum couldn't have come out any faster. I mean, I was cumming precum. But now, it was flowing like a fast river, or a bathtap turned on full. My cockslit was burning slightly from the sheer amounts of precum flowing per second.

Although the pulses meant I was shovelling it most of it down regardless, it was beginning to leak out of mouth down my shaft. I stared, transfixed between sucks. Before even the first trail had reached my oversized testicles, Mistress Elsa was next to me, looking flushed and in heat. She must be really enjoying this, after so much planning, I thought. But what was she doing? I realized she was using a brush to paint something pungent on my lips and cockshaft, at the join. It felt warm and smelly, but it was drying fast. I couldn't see as she was standing between me and the mirror. She went over and over the wet area, around my shaft and lips. After a couple of minutes, she got up to admire her handiwork. My eyes widened. Liquid latex! That was the end. Any chance of missing even a drop of precum or anything else was gone. My lips had disappeared in the mirror under a thick shiny coat of black. It even stretched with each suck. I applauded her ingenuity with apprehension.

Thank god I was still a relatively young man or I would have had a heart attack from the level or adrenalin in my system at this time. I counted off the last few minutes...

60 minutes. And boy, had those deadly cheek-pulses gone from slow to fast. A buzzer rang but my ears were already ringing. My whole body was vibrating from the shuddering contractions my mouth was being forced to inflict on my cock. I had orgasmed thirty-one times. Thirty-one semen-less orgasms. My testicles looked whiter than I had ever seen them - almost like you could see how full of cum they were. Even though the buzzer had rang, the pulses were coming as before with the same furious speed. By now, there was none of me left. I had completely and utterly transformed into that devious cocksucking machine I had imagined myself as before. I sucked harder than a 40-something cockslut desperate for sperm, faster than the dirtiest champion sorority cocksucker.

And thanks to the latex seal, I was achieving the impossible of swallowing the load I was contiunously spewing out. My whole mouth was buzzing off the current, and each part of my face was doing its bit to make this chemical-hardened cock cum yet again; my tongue involuntarily flickering lightly like a feather all over my glans; my teeth almost biting into my shaft, their chattering motions like a vibrator against my cock; my lips achieving a full circular motion, heaving my purple foreskin up and down and back again less than a second at a time, my adam's apple bobbing up and down in perfect rhythm with my schluck-sucking as I squirreled what felt like gallons of precum away down my throat. All in perfect harmony. I was a machine. A cocksucker's dream.

I can only describe my poor cock as being 'light-headed'. It was true both ways. I had never come so many times in a week, let alone an hour, all to the best continuous blowjob I had ever had in my life - from myself. Plus the many orgasms and frenzied sucking had left my cock pretty shocked and distressed, like it needed several pints of blood and a fortnight to recover. But that was nothing compared to what Elsa wanted next. Mistress Elsa lazily strutted over to me, my gaze firmly transfixed on the human cocksucking device in the mirror, her lazy gait in complete contrast to the frenzied motions of my lips, tongue and cheeks. She squatted next to me, turned and spoke calmly to my reflection. I stared back. "Well, done, slave. You lasted the course. I knew you were the right slave for me. But I think you need to cum. I mean, look." She was caressing my plump testicles. I noticed several bluish areas. She noticed my concerned look and explained. "Yes, that's where several blood vessels have burst from the strain." I looked at her, slightly pale. She laughed. "Don't worry, they'll heal quickly. But I don't want any permanent damage, so..."

A glint of light flashed off something in her hand she was bringing up to my cock. Scissors! No, she was heading for the cockring! I was blinking in panic, still schlucking my cock unwaveringly, but scared. She caressed my balls, pausing with the sharp-looking scissors. "Don't worry, slave. I'll try to make it as...pleasureable for you as possible." Still looking at my reflection, we both watched her lubed finger slide up and into my anus. I could feel the resistance, the tingling nerves, see her finger disappear up my ass. And then she was pressing on my prostrate! It was time for orgasm thirty-two. But as the first cock-spasm came, she cut the cock-ring in one swift, clinical snip.

Seconds seemed like hours. The immediate sensation was one of relief as my shaft became fully engorged now there was no restrictions. But the sweet taste of relief didn't counteract the bitter, salty taste in my mouth. I was ejaculating at last. My lightning-quick reflexes meant that I was perceiving everything in slow motion. The thick, salty cum, its slimy texture. My cheeks ballooning out like a small chipmunk eating a huge acorn. Mistress Elsa's face near mine, her finger still pressed firm on my prostrate. I realized absent-mindedly that I'd never tasted my cum before. My cock was throbbing harder than I'd ever known, harder even than the pads which had now turned me from a cock-sucking machine into a hardened cum-drinking machine. I was gulping like a thirsty man crawling out of the desert, like cum was my life-blood. And I guess at that point, it was.

My throbbing cock was cumming continuously like with the precum, but each throb brought a massive spurt on top of the thick flow. It swirled around my teeth, my trapped tongue (so close were my cockhead and tongue, I came right onto my tongue with each squirt) and finally got schlucked down my throat. The constency was amazing, like the thickest yogurt I had ever tasted. And the taste? Well, I reasoned that the injections I had received normally produced the best possible semen in bulls, so I must be the same. It was bitter, and thick, salty and...and wonderful. It was coming out so fast, it was about to come out through my nose, when Mistress Elsa pinched my nose shut, tight. Inside I was thanking her. I didn't want this experience to be tainted one bit. And all through this cum-squirting, ejaculate-drinking experience, I kept my eyes on the mirror. At the helpless, cocksucking, cumdrinking machine in the mirror. And, like my determined mistress, I willed it to savor and to swallow every last thick, bitter, salty spurt.