Monday, August 14, 2017

My Inches 7

My Inches 7


Steven Dryer

Hi, it's me Phil. You remember, the high-school boy with the sweet, innocent face, the small, thin body, and the big, BIG, cock - my big and powerful cock that took down high and mighty Mike Wilson on a glorious Friday evening at his home. I wanted for years to make him mine and as soon as I heard he would be home alone for a whole weekend I saw my chance of breaking him in completely open up -- getting another high and mighty guy to service me was too good opportunity to let it pass by just like that. I wanted so bad to take his ass and fill him up with my fresh teenage cum. I decided to take a chance and try to see if I could get to own Mike Wilson. It took me five hours to take him down in every sense of the word. When that had happened he became my personal bitch. It is my biggest personal victory of my life in my opinion.

When I arrived at Lane Road 24 he was arrogant and egocentric as he always had been for the nine years I had known him. He talked on and on full of his ego. I got enough of it and took him my way. In an hour he was down on his knees and took the biggest cock of his life. Three hours later that cock penetrated his stiff arrogant ass big time -- he screamed and cried on the moment of being fucked by me -- four years his junior and his brother's best friend. Talking about one piece of humiliation for a guy with that ego. Well his ego had completely gone when he licked my ass late Friday evening. He was mine that minute and after a good fucking he was broken in completely. By the end of the day he had been fucked three times and in the end in his own room. He ended the day by sucking me off in his own bed. What a glorious victory.

I woke up in the early hours of the Saturday morning in Mike Wilson's master bed. It was glorious sleeping finally in his bed. I saw that Mike's big clock on the wall was 07:35. I was in a good mood as I felt that Mike Wilson had woken up before me and was taking things very sensibly. He was down on my cock sucking it very eagerly -- and good I might add. I was at full mast on this morning and my cock was in all it's glory, like all mornings. Wilson just stared at what was in front of him. He was becoming the perfect cocksucker. He was completely in love with my dick, just like the others I had taken on and made my sex slaves. He was no longer in control and had taken his fate. He was no longer the person he was. Around me he was an underdog and a sex slave. All that mattered to me now was that he understood that to me he was just a piece of ass and throat for me. He had fallen and I owned him. It was as simple as that. He knew what his place was in our relationship now.

I just felt victorious waking up with Mike Wilson blowing me. For nine years Mike had been the big guy in the neighbourhood in my mind. He just took everyone and everything for granted and bossed everyone around. In twelve hours I had ended that for him. Now he was my underdog. I felt that my inches had done it for him. It opened the weak spot for him to go down. After that he lost the control over me he always had. He would no longer control me. From now on I would be the boss of his life and he would have to service we well from now on and very regularly I might add. I was deciding how often a week I wanted to fuck him in his basement. On this morning I was up for every day. I wanted to fuck his lights out as often as I could. I would make the rest of his life in this neighbourhood a life being my sex slave. He was the underdog in my life.

After a minute saying nothing I decided to start the day with taking him on: "Good morning Wilson. Thanks for last night. That was great beginning of our new relationship. You're doing great in your role by the way. It sure is good having you servicing me Twerp. Good blowjob. I knew you wanted it. It's so big that no one can stand watching without falling down and taking it down his throat. From now on you will take this as often as I want. Maybe I will want you at school, maybe I will want you in the locker room, maybe I will want you blowing me upstairs with Joe near and maybe I will like this at my home in my bedroom. It sure will be great having Mike Wilson in my house under me getting fucked. We have all the possibilities ahead for us. The main thing for us is that you will respect the inches and know where your place is from now on."

Wilson just listened to me talking. He didn't even answer but blushed. He had come to terms with his life as my property. He knew that I had him. A guy with his knowledge of the whole package of a conquest knew it very well. He himself was in this position now and it was no turning back. I had the powers to send pics of him sucking me off and he had taken a load down his throat and up his ass. He knew that I controlled him completely. He knew also that when cum enters another person he will be marked by that. Well I had marked Mike Wilson and he was mine. I would be inside Mike Wilson for a long time to come. I had fucked him and throated so even Mike knew in his lust over my cock that it was no point of return. He was taken and had taken that fact and was now just in lust over the biggest cock of his life and just took things in that direction. I was glad with things.

"You're getting the hang of it Mike. I think you are getting better by the minute on taking my cock. I sure like how you are dealing with your new life as my sucky boy. I wish I had done this sooner. I could have taken you before your twentieth birthday. I sure wanted to fuck you on your birthday. I thought about it all the day to maybe get on you at the end of the party -- sneaking in when the party was late and get you drunk and try to get you down here and lock you up. I didn't dare to do it. Well, I wasn't invited to that party of course and I heard the news from Joe. He told me to come but I didn't. But now you are my property Mike. It sure is nice getting you to blow me. This is great start of the day. We will have fun today." Mike just stared at the biggest dick he had ever seen as he heard me talking -- he licked the crown of my cock just in lust. The look of his face said it all -- he was my sucky boy and took the cock gladly.

It was fucking rad seeing Mike Wilson taking on his role as my property. I hadn't come to terms with it yet. He was becoming very good on the mission of sucking my inches. He craved for them and obviously was now under it's spell. It made me so glad. It was exactly where I wanted him now. I wanted him to worship my inches -- and I wanted him to respect me. I was his owner now and would make him realize that from now on. I decided I wanted to throat him now. In the early hours of Saturday morning -- twelve hours after I started my mission to make him mine I wanted to have another session in his throat. I wanted him to realize once and for all who was the one that ruled at his basement right now. I got up. He just licked his lips after I took my cock out and stared at my cock. I got up on his chest and flipped my dick to his mouth with him just staring. I said to his face with determination: "Tell me who rules now? I want you to tell me who is your master and who is the king in the neighbourhood." Terrified Mike Wilson got his senses and responded with me towering him and my dick by his mouth: "You're the master. I am yours. Phil you're the king now."

I smiled. Then I said: "Lick my balls Twerp -- I want you to lick them very well NOW!!". He did what he was told and got busy licking my balls. He was making me feel so wonderful. Watching Wilson licking my balls made me so horny. I felt as good as I could be. That was fucking rad having this former egocentric asshole licking my big balls and I wanted to take him on to all the fucking in the world and all the positions I could think of. I knew that
this Saturday would be one hell of a fucking session in this house and I wanted to tame Mike so well that he would get to know sex in all the positions. That would be what he would do for me from now on. But now on to throating this asshole so badly that he will get down and do everything I want him to do today. I know he is mine 100% but I want him to know how things are and will be from now on. Totally happy with myself, and proud that I was able to control Mike Wilson with such an ease I made  my move. I felt Mike's tongue working the balls....and knew that soon I'd be getting blown by the super hunk.

I pulled my balls away from Mike's mouth and smiled into his sad looking eyes -- once the eyes of control but now an eyes of sexual lust for my inches. I wanted to take this asshole on and on and wanted to have him in all positions today. I was in for a happy day, that was for sure. I said to Wilson: "You ready for breakfast now queer boy? I sure hope you're starving....cause you know what a good size meal I'll be feeding you! You know what the best part is? We have all the weekend for us now so we have all the time in the world to let you feel getting fucked in all the positions possible. NOW beg me Wilson... to let you fuckin' BLOW MY COCK." Mike just stared at my inches in lust and said with his submissive voice the words I wanted to hear: "Please Phil, please let me blow you?" But I was not going to feed Mike Wilson until I had taken him on more road to humiliation: "So you're saying Mike that all the cum I fed you yesterday was not enough for you -- you want lots of more, is that what you're sayin' you little Twerp? You are a growing boy and I guess you need all the protein you can get? .....huh?" I smiled into my underdog right here that was lost on this moment of pre-sucking my inches.

I could not be happier, and I was really determined to show Mike Wilson now once and for all...that he should finally get to know where his place was now in our relationship. I put my large cock into the mouth of former high and mighty Mike Wilson, that was now just like any other fuck toy in the world. There was nothing tough about this guy now I thought as I went down his throat with my cock. He almost immediately began gagging and choking on my thick cock....which brought a wicked evil grin to my face. The awesome feeling that I was receiving at this glorious moment early Saturday in Mike Wilson's bed with the front of my bare legs slamming against the bed.... and my young muscled thighs pressed tightly on each side of Mike's face, while my dick held his head prisoner, was such a humongous turn on for me at this stage of the day. I leaned over and brutally fucked Mike Wilson's mouth! I was so much getting out of mashing Mike's head into the soft bed with my thick cock. I just went on and on into Mike's face -- thrusting my young power tool in and out of poor Mike's throat.

The huge smile on my face just about told it all... the rush going through my body this moment was just too FUCKING AWESOME... to say the least! Mike just took it but his face was full of fear. Mike Wilson's former tough face was now filled with all the fear in the world. My cock has his head prisoned and I face fucked this former arrogant hot shot's face on and off. He was fucked with all the power I could have at this moment. He felt pain in all the kind the word can describe. Praying that I would probably just cum and get this over with as quickly as possible, Mike placed his hands on my butt cheeks hoping probably that this drove the power out of me so he could get on with his life. He could feel my teenage butt muscles, contracting and expanding rapidly. I was certainly on fire and Mike Wilson was not going anywhere. He would be taken very GOOOOD this morning. I thought that now was the time to fill this Twerp's mouth with my young teenage cum. I wanted him to have lots of cum to take down his throat and to his stomach. He would feel my juices deep inside him from now on.

I let it come into Mike's mouth and watched his face while this went on. His face was as red as it could be and the former arrogant asshole was gagging like he never had trying to take the cum down. He could do nothing this minute but just taking the cum. There was no power left in this body -- his control was nowhere at this moment. He just was terrified but took me. I heard excellent noises of him slurping on my cum, he was gagging and had no kind of control. In his mouth came countless large volleys of warm sweet cum.... hitting his mouth before sliding down his sore throat... non stop. I am sure that going inside Mike Wilson's brain on this moment of me taking his throat and filling him up with my cum was the thought of how much jizz I could really produce. I took on this moment watching the lifeless and terrored face of the former arrogant shithead: "How's my cum tasting this morning Mikey boy? You're fuckin lovin the taste of it, huh? Ooooh yeeeaah you are.....and the taste of my dick, too....ooooh fuck, yeeeaah! Wilson, you fuckin' faggot..... swallow it all!". He was just looking helplessly into my face.

I kept on taking this asshole: "Man, you're gonna get fucking fed this morning, that is for fucking're gonna get barrels of warm cum....and you're gonna love every drop... aintcha? Just think of all the delicious protein your tummy is gettin' right now and forever from this ...huh?" With that said, I slammed my large cock as far as it could really go into Mike Wilson's sore throat, and kept it there, making several little thrusting motions, while using Mike's sore throat to milk the rest of the cum out of my teenage dick. It was fucking rad on this moment in Wilson's bedroom. I was the king at Lane Road 24 and had the most arrogant guy at the house now down on my cock taking my cum -- realizing that he was my fuck toy and cum bucket. He took his place this minute. He couldn't do anything else at this point. Poor Mike didn't even had time to swallow the last drops, before I began pumping his mouth all over again. I saw a tear in Mike's eyes as I looked down on him. He broke at this moment of total pain and began crying like a little girl. I was so glad with this moment in our lives.

I kept on thrusting Mike's mouth so hard and fast that I literally thought that tough guy Mike Wilson would pass out. I screamed down into his face "Wooohoo! Here I go again... telling you Mikey boy....I could face fuck you all weekend until I have to let you go." I let Mike Wilson go as I saw that he was choking on my cum. I did not want to take him down that much. He felt miserable catching his breath as I went down determined to fuck his lights out in his own bed. I took him gladly. I put my large cock into his ass while he was still trying to catch his breath. Then I plunged my rod up his ass with speed and hard. My cock was in all it's glory and probably bigger than last night. Probably it is because stiff ass Wilson screamed when he received my cock up his ass. When he got his breath going after getting my cock up his arrogant ass he felt it: I just creamed inside him, in came another volley of my cum filling his bowels. I took his ass with speed and determination and fucked for like fifteen minutes with Wilson just taking it. I bet he could feel pain but he was getting used to being fucked by me. He just took things as they were.

When I finished fucking Mike Wilson I let him go and ordered him to blow me again. I even told him to lick my dark pubic hair. He did what he was told on this excellent morning. He was like putty in my hands now and I had absolute power over Mike Wilson. No kind of arrogance or control was left in that guy now. It was little over 9:00 when my phone started to ring where it was on the table beside the bed. I saw that Joe Wilson was calling me. What a turn on I thought. I sure looked forward to this conversation. His arrogant older brother was down on my cock just blowing me willingly in his bed as the excellent cock sucker he had become. His head was on my crotch and I was so glad how an excellent sucky boy I had turned this arrogant guy into. It sure would be fucking rad speaking to Joe while Mike was blowing me. What a turn on. "Hey Twerp don't slurp on my cum so fucking loud. I have to take this phone call then we will go for a work out and then to shower. I want to fuck you in your shower you know. Then maybe we will go upstairs for a fuck session in Joe's room".

Talk about Joe. I had to answer the phone call from him. I looked into my cock sucker's face and decided I wanted to have him sucking me during the conversation between me and his bro: "What a victory Wilson -- get busy and keep on going". I answered with my name as always. "Hey Phil what's up -- said Joe". "Hi Joey I'm just cool and feel reaaaally great -- I was just waking up after good last night, how are things in Texas?" I saw that Mike became afraid as he knew who I was talking to but he kept on licking my cock just as good as before nevertheless. "Things are just cool Phil -- everything's just fine here. I just wanted to hear from you because I didn't knew yesterday you had to ask me all the questions about Mike. He's just the same arrogant guy and has always been and I hate his dominance. I thought you knew that. Maybe he's now at home thinking about how glad he is to get
rid of me from home. He is and has always been a pain in the ass. I don't know what I can ever do to be liked by him. He never has taken me as a real person in my life."

I loved these words. "Yeah Joe -- he is one hell of a stiff ass arrogant guy." I smiled down to my latest cock sucker, the one and only Mike Wilson when I said these words and he kept on licking my large cock. I just wanted to tell Joe that I had his brother now in my absolute power and could have licking both of our cocks and even let Joe fuck him off to make him happy about taking his arrogant brother but I knew I couldn't tell him that. Joe kept on talking in the phone: "Yeah that's for sure. But what did you do last night -- you said you had really great last night. What did you do?" I smiled down to sucky boy Wilson as I answered: "I got myself a great and pleasurable fuck with the best possible person. It was great laying that person. Played hard to get but it was sure a pleasure taking that person down and banging all last night and the blowjob was excellent." Then I laughed. Joe answered: "Hey guy that sure is great. Nice to hear that you got yourself a fuck last night. I could sure use some fuck soon. I haven't get laid yet. I think it's about time." I smiled to these words: "Yeah Joey it sure is time. Maybe I can get you laid soon. I know the right person you can take."

The devil come out in me as I talked to Joe and watched the frightened face of cock sucker Mike Wilson meanwhile. "Nice work pal. But I have to go now. Just wanted to talk a little". I answered: "Great talking dude -- please can you ring me when you leave Texas for home. I would like to know when you get ready to head home and when you will be back in town." I knew that Joe was that naive that he would tell me everything so I could know when they would be back and I would have time to leave Lane Road 24 and my sucky boy after a great weekend just in time. "Hey dude no problem I will let you know. Probably we will be back late tomorrow night. I don't know yet. But I will keep in touch and let you have the details. Sure will be great to meet again and talk about our weekends. I would like to know more about the one you took last night. Know every details." I answered right away: "Yeah Joe I will tell you the most part of the story hehe. But I'll hear from you then. Keep in touch dude". Then we said goodbyes and I turned off my phone and grinned down to Mikey boy that was not glad about that phone call.

"Hey sucky your bro was glad and loved it there in Texas. Would have been great to let him know where I was and what person I took but I didn't want him to know that I was banging his brother. What do you think? hehehehe". Mike was just feeling miserable in the position he was in right now with my cock in his mouth and blowing it as he knew that he had no control now and I could tell his bro about things. If that would happen he would be little
bro's bitch. He did not know what to do but as he was thinking I told him: "Keep on licking my cock for a few minutes. Then we will get ourselves a shower and keep on with the fucking. I want to teach you to take my inches up your ass in many other positions Mike. Have you ever heard of a doggy style dude hehehehe?" I kept on laughing to the pitiful expression in the face of underdog Wilson here. He was so good in the blowjob. Soon after the phone conversation ended he kept on with blowing me as best as he could. He put himself 100% into this piece of excellent work and I liked how this former king of the neighbourhood was turning into my well made sucky boy. 
Then I stood up from the bed and told Mikey: "Hey now I want you into your workout room. Come on if you can walk then after the fuck hehe" I went into the workout room that was next to the bedroom. Mike came but he was walking quite funny adjusting himself probably after all the fuck sessions in his bedroom and the basement the last 12 hours. As we were both in the workout room I said to him: "Take a good workout for me right now. I want you to pump yourself up a bit for me." He was staring at my cock but kept on with what I wanted him to do. I watched my sucky boy get slowly to some workout but I could see that he was thinking about my cock because he stared at it. He was totally in love with it now, just like any other guys I had taken on. He was just miles away now from his old self as I knew that Mike Wilson would never be the same. After what I had planned for today I knew that it would be that way. But now Wilson was exercising in his room but I could see that he was not thinking about his pumping. He was just under my cock's spell. I wanted him now right here.

"Well Wilson come to me now. Get down on your knees and pay respect to my cock. I think you want to blow me again". I did not have to say this again. He came and went down on his knees and reached for my large cock and got busy licking it. This cock was now the main item in his life and I knew that he was mine in all the sense the word can describe. Mike Wilson, the arrogant guy of the neighbourhood, was my number one cock sucker now and we would have a lot of fun from now on. But after five minutes of Mikey sucking me off I wanted a shower. I took my cock from his mouth and he just stared at it and looked into my eyes pleading for more. "Hey I know you want more of it but I want a shower now here in the bathroom next to the workout room. You have my cum stains in your face and I think it's time for some quality time in your shower. I have never fucked anyone in a shower and who is better to try that with than you, the one and only Mike Wilson hehehe". Mike just blushed and I knew that this piece of hunk had fallen for me in every way. He would not be a problem from now on.

We got into the bathroom and I got into Mike's large shower. This was the biggest personal shower at a home I had been in. Everything was done for arrogant Mike here at his house and he was his parents favorite. Now all of this was mine and I knew that from now on I would use this shower regularly. This basement was our Mike's love nest and regularly I would take him on there. That was for sure: "Hey come on and get in the shower sucky. I want you with me here." He came and I put the water on. "Get down on your knees and take my cock again Mikey". He went down fast and took my cock again. He was getting the hang of it. He just sucked and sucked as the streaming water went down on us. It was 100% pleasure. I was enjoying this so much I don't have the best words describing it. It was like going to heaven in every sense of the word. Mike's tongue worked well on my cock and I knew that this mouth was mine and this hunk was my sex slave. From now on he would be my regular guy in the fuck department.

Talking about fuck. I wanted to fuck Mike Wilson in the shower. Now was the perfect time for that piece of pleasure fuck. "Lie down Mike I want your ass again." He did not dare to say anything but got down. I went down on him, took his legs and put them on my shoulders. It was fucking rad putting my cock deep in Wilson's ass in his shower. He just moaned in sexual pleasure as my cock went in his ass at this quality time in his shower. The water was on us and it was sure nice fucking in the shower. It was a steamy fuck and passionate. It was the first time I sensed that Mike Wilson was up for a fuck and I knew that from now on it would be easy to get his ass. I had tamed this arrogant guy in all the ways that mattered for both of us. I looked down at Mike in the shower. It was wet sex and I could see that he was enjoying it. I had found his weak spot and I knew now that he would want this from now on. Maybe not in public but at least here in this basement. It would be piece of cake to have him from now on. I would want to claim full control of him where I wanted and I would piece of him very regularly from now on.

"This is really good Twerp -- it sure is nice having my cock up in your ass and taking you again. I had never fucked in a shower before. We will do this again soon, I can promise you that. Your shower is so big man -- what did you do to get this. I know you are your parents favorite but this hey it sure is good to have permanent access to this glorious spot in your world. I will use this as often as I want to.". Mike just moaned while I talked to him. He sure was beginning to enjoy being my bottom guy. I had taken him so quick and hard that he had began liking this fuck. It was important victory to have Mike Wilson moaning and feeling great while getting fucked. Last night I thought that it couldn't happen. This Saturday morning I looked down into his face and I saw my sex slave. Mike Wilson was now nothing to me but just a hole to fuck and I sure was glad that I had taken him down. This victory opened the path for me to take on guys that he knew and was not in my reach. Soon I would begin taking the guys I had wanted also but had just dreamed about getting to. Soon they would fall down and be mine just like Mikey here.

After a long fuck session is the steamy shower I wanted something more. We were both soaked after the good shower. I wanted Wilson to lick my ass again and now in the shower. I looked him in the eye and told him. "I want my ass licked now Mike -- you better do it now and do it real good." I sat on Mike Wilson's face and my ass was now where I wanted it. He did what he was told. On this glorious Saturday morning I felt Mike's tongue licking my ass real good. He did what he was told now -- there was no fight left in that guy. It sure felt real having "high and mighty" Mike Wilson on my ass licking it clean for me. I just moaned and felt the total victory I had achieved. 24 hours ago it wasn't even in my mind taking Mike Wilson on to being my sexual conquest. Just late yesterday afternoon I heard he would be home alone and the strategy developed quickly. I decided then I would at least try it. Now I had marked him so well and my cum would be in his body for a veeery long time to come. This very minute he was licking my ass. That arrogant asshole was sure a goner and now he was mine. Now he was just my sex slave and I had him where I wanted.

"I like this Wilson -- you make feel so good. We will have so much fun from now on. I like having you as a bottom. I should have done this way sooner than it was. I thought I could never have you. I could have taken you down a lot sooner and marked you before than that. I always thought that I had not the power to have you. I don't know why I underestimated me in this way. I can take everyone I want. Right now I want you to know that I have wanted to mark you since I was twelve and I always saw myself as to small to take on the mission of breaking you -- even days ago. I'd think about it but pass it by. But now has my time come and right now as you are licking my ass clean in your fancy shower I feel great. It will be great taking care of you from now on. I wish that Joe could see us now. I know he has hated your arrogance in years and disliked your bossy behaviour for a very long time. You have treated him bad and never taken him as a real friend and been his image of a good brother. You've been so fucking bad for years asshole. Well I can just say that this all is also for Joey."

I talked on and on and Wilson just licked my ass. Right now I sounded like the former Mike Wilson. It sure was great being in this position. But now I had gotten enough of the shower. I stood up and looked down on my ass licker, the once tough and arrogant Mike Wilson. Right now he was not a threat to me. He knew very well now that we had reached the point of no return. Soon he would know very well about the impact of all this as I have scheduled a very major thing later today. But on to that later. I just smiled down on him and I could see that this piece of shit was my bitch now. I was so glad. I got out of the shower and reached for a towel. "Hey hot shot get out and get yourself dry please. I want to go upstairs now and take on the day. It's almost noon you know sucky". As poor stretched Mike got himself up and reached for a towel I sure saw that this guy had changed. He was really calm now and much more down to earth. I sure liked that I had changed him that much. As I was dry I threw away the towel and got into his bedroom and put my things in my back pack. Also was Mike's keys, his phone and my things. We were now going upstairs. I thought it was good for the time being down here.

I went back into the bathroom. Mike was almost done and I just went in. We were of course both naked -- our clothes were upstairs. I had found myself one of Mike's boxers and decided to wear it. All of his clothes were marked with MW. I just laughed as I knew in what kind of a position I was in controlling MW himself and everything closest to him. Mike looked at my crotch -- my cock was the thing he thought about: "Come here and suck me off again Wilson. I want you here and down on your knees once again." He came to me and went down and took my cock. He just blew me for minutes. This was sooooo gooood. I thought this was enough for the moment and told him to stand up and go upstairs with me. He followed me and was right after me as we walked up the stair. I opened the door and we were now both upstairs. I wanted something to drink. I went into the kitchen and reached for a cock bottle. I took three crystal beer-glasses down and filled them with coke. Mike was just standing naked in the kitchen and stared down on my cock. I just laughed watching him just staring at my crotch. This was so good. 
Many of you probably think: why three glasses? That was because I planned on having a guest at here at Lane Road 24: to me and Mike Wilson here. I took Mike's phone and dialed a text message with the words: "Hey I want you to come over to my house, Lane Road 24, for a man talk today at 14:00. Mike W." Then I found the name I wanted to send the message to in his contact list and sent the message to that person. It sure would be nice having the third partner here today. I took my back pack and reached into it and found what I was looking for. Then I pulled two pills out of a paper Ecstasy and one Viagra....dropping both into the coke. In Mike's glass went also a sleeping pill. This was a good doze for both Mike and the visitor that would come here 40 minutes later. I just drank my glass and handed Mike his glass. He drank it not knowing anything was in it, as he did not see me putting the pills into it. He would be very asleep as "his visitor" would be here. I wanted him out cold at that moment. I told him: "Let's go to Joey's room now". I want you right there now.

We went to his room. It was right near the living room. As we walked past the living room I took our clothes from last night so it would look quite innocent for what was ahead there. I just looked at my boxers on the floor and it brought the devil in me. I tossed them to Mike. "Hey here are my boxers -- lick them for me". He just stared both at my cock and then my boxers. Then he just put his tongue on them and licked. I just grinned at this good moment. After a few seconds I took them away and told him to follow me in Joe's room. His room was small -- there was a stark contrast between what Joe Wilson had at his house compared to his brother that had the whole basement for himself -- large bathroom, shower and everything. Joey had small bedroom and nothing else private. Now I had his older brother with me and what would happen here would be really pleasant. "Get down Wilson -- I want your ass now right here." He did what he was told. He must have felt uncomfortable at this room and being taken right there. But at the moment Mike Wilson was not the same as before. I had fucked his arrogance out of him real good.

I got down as I got ready for a good fuck in this room. Ever since I was a small boy I have been here playing with Joe Wilson. Now I had his older brother pinned down on the floor and would be fucking him here. Mike Wilson was starting to lose the last kind of control as the impact from the pills started to take him on. I put my large cock way up in the ass of Mike Wilson just as he felled into the e-world real good. I screamed: "This is for Joey -- I wish you were here pal". I fucked Mike Wilson real good as I felt he was out of it by the impact of the pills. His cock was growing. After a good time fucking he fell asleep. This was the time I thought for my mission. I reached for my back pack and took out my shaving gear. I took the shave foam and smeared it on Mike's blonde pubic hair. Then I took the razor in my hand. "High and mighty" Mike Wilson was miles away in dreamland as I got into the work of shaving his pubic hair. This was very good mission and I felt very victorious down on his crotch shaving him real good. This took few minutes. After the work was done I felt good.

I looked down at Mike Wilson's crotch. No pubic hair was left there. He was just like a small boy. I held his cock at the moment and suddenly I felt the power I had over this former arrogant asshole. I had ended everything for him and sure would like to see the look on his face as he would wake up here later today completely shaved. Then I would be on my next mission: I was getting a guest to this house and that would be a good beginning also. I wanted both Mike and him to worship me well into the night. Things would be very steamy at this house today. I put my cock back into the ass of sleeping Mike Wilson -- I wanted another quick session. I fucked him real good and just stared down at the lifeless body of the arrogant guy at the house. I put my hand on his shaved crotch and just felt how smooth it was. It was so much victory I just screamed with pleasure. But the clock was ticking to 14:00. I put a blanket on Mike's body and had him there in his brother's room. I said to myself: This is for you Joe!! I took Mike's keys and locked him inside Joe's room. He would be there for a few hours.

Then I went down into the basement and found some clothes for what was ahead. I decided to wear Mike's shorts and nothing else. At the right time my cock would reach out and make the guest very uncomfortable. Then I went back upstairs and got everything ready for what was ahead. The clock was 13:55 and I knew that the guest would soon arrive. I got the coke glass and put it on the living room table right in front of the TV. 19 hours earlier I started there my mission of taking Mike Wilson. He was mine and ahead was another mission. This would be piece of cake I thought as remembered all the 19 hours in my mind and ended with the important victory of shaving his crotch. The complete fall down of Mike Wilson was sure a fact and now I would soon claim control of another guy. Later today I would want both him and Mike Wilson licking me together and I would get two hot guys for a fuck here today. Everything was ready and I waited and just thought about what was ahead. The time was 14:03 when it finally happened and the doorbell rang at Lane Road 24.

I got to the door and opened it. In front of me all of a sudden was 19 year old Will Johnson, the hot football player in the same team as Mike Wilson. He was blonde, big and very skin but nothing like Mike really. He was softer and I knew that it would take me shorter time to break him in. This was my guest and soon he would be in the same class as Mike Wilson: being stretched and throated. I sure looked forward to it. He was quite stumbled when he saw me. He said with arrogance in his voice: "Hey where is Mike? Your Phil right? -- your Joe's friend". I responded: "Hi yeah I'm Phil, Joe's friend. Mike went out with Joe and he told me to be here to greet you. We should go inside and get cozy and wait for them." He went in and I closed the door. I just smiled as I had Will inside at Lane Road 24. He would sure be changed when he would leave. We sat down in the living room. There was the glass of coke. "Hey Will here is a glass of coke for you. Have a drink". I smiled and he responded: "Thanks very much, I sure is thirsty. It's so hot outside I would die for a drink." I then said grinning:" You'll get enough to drink today Will."

He drank and he took a magazine on the table and started to read. Ten minutes after he arrived I started to put things in action. I adjusted my shorts and loosened them, with Will not seeing it, so they would be down my legs as I would be standing up. My cock was getting bigger and ahead was the mission of claiming control of Will Johnson. My cock started to reach out of the shorts. "Hey Will how is football going?" He started to speak and then he saw my cock reaching out of my shorts. He started staring at my crotch thinking about what it was and saw quickly. He looked into my face embarrassed after he saw it. He tried to answer me but looked down again. Then it was my turn: "Hey your drink is up I'll get some more." I stood up and the shorts fell down very quickly. My cock was now very visible and I saw that Willy boy was falling very soon and he just stared as I stood there beside his couch and the table. He was quite lost. I responded: "Hey sorry for that, I don't know what happened. This has never happened before Will. I don't know what has happened."

Will Johnson was staring at my crotch at lost for words. He was looking at the biggest cock of his life and he was clearly lost on this moment. The impact of the drink was getting on him. His cock was bulging up and he was lost with words. Then he screamed: "Vow Phil you're what sixteen and your cock is.... it is..... ehmmmm....." He was toasted now. I responded grinning: "My cock is what Will?" He was getting very embarrassed. Now was the time to take this to another stage. "Do you like my cock Will -- yeah it's big alright. It's my pride and joy." He just stared and the bulge in his pants was very visible. He was getting to feel the impact of the E and he was getting much softer and falling down. I smiled and said the words I'd said to Mike last night. "Hey Will get down and pay respect to my cock. I want you up close to my cock and look at it. I can see that you want to have a closer look at my large cock. Just go ahead." Trembling Will Johnson was going down -- I could see it quite clearly. He was craving for this and I saw that it would not be long from now on.

This took not a long time. Will Johnson was much easier than Mike Wilson and I knew that within an hour I would have fucked his lights out with him down on the floor under the impact of the pills. He just stood up trembling from the couch and came to me. I looked him in the eye as he just looked back down at my crotch. I wanted this guy down and taking this cock down his throat: "Will get down and take my cock -- I can see that you want it. I want you to take it." Twenty minutes after Will came to Lane Road 24 he fell down and his face was at my crotch. He licked his lips and stared at the cock in front of him. This boy was sure a goner at this point. He made a move for my cock -- he wanted it badly. I took it away from his grasp. He looked up into my face pleading. "If you want this cock Will you have to beg for it real good." After a few seconds it came: "Phil I want your cock -- it's so big I mean you're just enourmous." I smiled and decided to let him just have it right now. Ahead was a glorious day for both of us.

He took my cock and got busy licking it real good. I was in heaven. I had gotten myself a new sucky boy. With taking Mike Wilson I had gotten to Will Johnson, that was now down on his knees sucking me off. I felt real good. Now I wanted to cream in this guy and mark him in that way. "Hey Will here it comes -- I'm cuuuumming". I spermed Will Johnson and he took my cum just like that. He was just melting in my hands as I felt that he was weakening because of the pills. He was clearly losing control. I filled him up and then I laid him down. He clearly very lost as he knew that he was down on the floor. I reached for his shorts and pulled them down. I had him nude in a minute. I just stared down at a nude Will Johnson in the living room at Lane Road 24. He was getting high on the drugs and I knew that it would be piece of cake fucking him right away.

I put Will's legs on my shoulder and looked him in the eye. "Hey Johnson I am taking you now if you mind please." I just grinned at the pitiful face of Will Johnson. I pushed my cock up his ass this Saturday afternoon at the Wilson house. Never would the hunk have imagined that this would happen here. But here he was and now I was determined to fuck him. As I went into Will Johnson he started to scream quite loud from the pain he was feeling. He was very stiff and this very clearly very new to him. His cherry was about to be taken this afternoon as I grinned into his helpless face. He just stared and lost at the moment of being taken by sixteen year old skinny Phil Howard. I went inside him full speed and saw that Will was just getting pain like he never had felt it before.

I just smiled at this glorious moment. Ahead was the final stages of breaking Will Johnson completely in and later today Will and Mike would be down on my cock and one hell of a fuck fest was ahead in this house. I had taken two football jocks as my sex slaves and the would service me quite well from now on. As I looked into the face of my latest sex slave, Will Johnson, I knew that pleasure was ahead. I liked what was happening and I wanted more of it. He was lost on the moment of being fucked and clearly stretched in two and was clearly under the influence of the pills. He was right where I wanted him: in another world. This all helped me in breaking him in way sooner than Mike Wilson.

I felt victorious at this moment and looked forward for all the things that was ahead....

My Inches 6

My Inches 6


Steven Dryer

Hi, it's me Phil. You remember, the high-school boy with the sweet, innocent face, the small, thin body, and the big, BIG, cock. The powerful cock that is my weapon to conquer high and mighty guys and making them my property. Talking about a property. Over an hour ago I started my mission to take on the high and mighty football god Mike Wilson -- the guy I always wanted to take on but thought that I could never get to control. Well that has certainly changed alright. I came to Lane Road 24, the Wilson home, earlier tonight and put on my act for that arrogant asshole Mike. After he saw my cock he fell down and became my property. In just over 60 minutes I have started my mission to make Mike Wilson my sex slave. Right now I am looking into the frightened face of Mike as I am feeding him a good teenage cum. It sure is pleasant watching this bully of the neighbourhood being taken down. And it sure is me that is taking Mike Wilson down right here and making him a cum bucket. It sure was time to make this happen and now things are just getting going.

I am going through one of happiest moments in my life as I am taking Mike Wilson on and making him my sex slave. He is gagging wildly and looking very bad. I am smiling in his face. "Well Wilson your days as the egocentric domineering guy of this house has ended. I am taking you. Get prepared for your new life as my sucky boy. You have always been arrogant and bossy guy that has been treated like a god but now I am about to take your life and make you a bottom guy in my life." I reach for my back pack and take out my cell phone. I pick it and take a phone pictures of Mike Wilson on my cock at this moment -- not exactly the brightest moment of his life. His eyes loses the last part of any control they have as I picture him drinking cum. "Well Wilson now you have been taken pretty good. Now I have photos of you in this position and I have sent eight pictures to my personal photo web. They are kept there and I can use them as I like from now on. So you can forget that 
you can save yourself from this position."

I smile into the face of Mike Wilson. His face has no control. He is scared and his days as a control freak have reached an end. I went over the edge and shot the last load and had my satisfaction reach the high point: "Take it Wilson. Take my cock. You have been throated -- your throat is good and slick. Got to nut again. I like this new arrangement. This is just getting started." I filled him up and reached the point that his face was feeling the enormous point of no breath and losing grip. I took my dick out of his mouth to let him breath. His whole facial appearance was poor and he had lost any control he might have had. He gained a little ground as I put my cock back into his mouth and arranged his head to fit as I put my feet up on his shoulders. I took his head in foot scissors and looked into the terrored face of football god Mike Wilson. "Aren't you thirsty Mike? I think you are. It must be after a meal of that caliber and size. I think you have earned to get a drink. It's pretty obvious that you need a drink."

I smiled into the face of Mike Wilson as I peed in his mouth. His eyes got a sense of new life as I urinated in the mouth of the football stud. He hadn't expected getting this kind of treatment. In his wildest dreams or should I say nightmares he did never thought that he would be ending up drinking another guys pee in his life. But that got to be his assignment on this Friday evening in the living room of his own home. His face was full of fear and without any control as I let go and filled his mouth of a hot and dominating stream of my piss. I let him have it straight down his mouth and told into his face while being serviced: "Take this down your throat. It sure is time to get you down and take my orders and getting to know how I will control you from now on. All my life you have been the strong one and the one that everyone fears of. Now you have reached a new point and this weekend will be an interesting way of letting you know that there is a life out there that you can't control." I finished of and completed to fill him up. His face had an expression of no kind of live and he was lost on this moment of defeat.

I must tell you significant thing about Lane Road 24. It is a large house and very well built. The basement of the house is the most inner circle of the world of Mike Wilson. In there is his large bedroom and powerful workout room. Only twice in all the years I have known the Wilson's have I went into the basement and looked at the fort of Mike Wilson. Both times I peeked there when I was there on visit to Joe and when Mike was not around. But now things had changed and I was about to make the world of Mike Wilson down in the basement my world. His fort was about to become my fort of course and the scene of the takeover of Mike Wilson had of course to be at the basement. No place was more fitting and now was the time to put into action the takeover of the basement and this weekend would be end up in the way that what Mike Wilson had achieved and controlled was about to become mine. Mike Wilson had been taken in that sense and his world in the basement at Lane Road 24 was getting in another direction. Things had changed and of course nothing would be the same for this former arrogant shithead.

I spun Mike over and flipped him down on the floor. I took his face in my direction and talked to him: "Well now you have reached another point in your life -- your new level in our relationship. You have to service me well, Mikey. From now on when we will meet I will take you and shove my cock up your ass or make you blow me. When I will come to visits at this house I will make you service me. Won't that be nice to let you blow me in the basement the same minute as Joe is here waiting for me. Then on we can have quality time down in the basement until I will meet your brother. I think that will be very good filling you up the way I like before I come to Joe. Then maybe I can get things going the way they fit. I will like fucking you down there and then come up to meet Joe. From this moment on you will service me in the way I will like. The pictures of you blowing me will be between you and me for as long as I like but if you don't take things my way I will publish them in the way I think best and to those that you will not like looking at them."

Mike Wilson was getting to know that everything in his life had changed and his life depended on me now. I was the ruler of his life from now on and could destroy him by just letting that pictures go out to those I mentioned. He just stared in my face still realizing that he had lost any control he might ever had. I kept on: "I decided earlier today to try to take you on. I saw my opportunity open up just like that when I heard of the trip to Texas. I am not dumb -- what happened before was a way to make you mine. Now you have to take what I decide. That shit I did before was all an act to get you down. But now I have pics of you sucking a guy. What would happen to you if they ever got out Wilson? The persons to get them if that happened will be the juniors on your football team, your brother Joe, your enemies at school that you bullied and live in this neighbourhood and last but certainly not least I would send them to your competitor on the team, Will Johnson. He is a year younger than you and fighting to take your position. Wouldn't you like to end up as the pussy of Johnson or maybe the young guy that is coming up to the quality field, Ross Anderson?"

Mike was lost at the moment. He just stared at my face. I had him pinned down to the floor of the living room in his house. I kept on teasing him: "What would seventeen year old young jock Anderson think about you if he had the photos of you, three years his senior, and the guy that has bullied him inside team, licking a cock and obviously drinking young teenage cum? Do you think that he would keep them to just himself Wilson? No he would take you on and over throw you from your throne just like that. You would end up as the pussy of the team. Everyone on that team fears you but if you slip you will end up as the bitch of them all. You would end up being multi-fucked in the locker room and would be taken over. Your career as a dominant figure within the team would end and your middle name would be Team Pussy -- ahahahahahaha what a future for you man. They would all be glad to fill you up. I know for sure that you have enough of enemies that want to get a hold of you and make you the underdog. You have no real friends in that team. Everyone take your orders because you have built a king image within the team."

I saw that he was seeing very well that his choices was not pleasant. He had fallen and I was the one that had taken him over. The options for him were not enjoyable. He saw just like that in a flash that he would end up as Team Pussy of the whole football team if they got the pictures. Everyone feared him -- if those pics went out he would be the entertainment fill up of all the guys. Being Ross Anderson's pussy was not enjoyable thing to look to. Anderson was a rising star and he knew that if he took him he would be finished. Anderson would fuck him raw if this went out and take over as the king of the team. This photos would destroy. I saw what Wilson was thinking these seconds. He had no choice. Being a Team Pussy was not a option for him. He knew that he now was the property of Phil Howard. Wilson did not know what was in the package for him as he would assume his title as my property. He knew that out of all the bad options facing him servicing the ten inches that broke him tonight would be the best and the least destroying for him. Wilson saw that in a flash that being my underdog was best of all bad choices.

I liked this scene. I had this football god by the balls now. The time was running on this Friday night and I wanted to take this guy and make his ass mine once and for all. "Mike get up here and lick my cock -- if you don't get busy licking very soon I will send the first pic right now via mobile message to Ross. I have got all the numbers in my phone. I got all the numbers this afternoon from Joe. He was very helpful getting for me the phone book list of your team. I told him I was working on an assignment of football and he got it for me from Ross himself at school. So you really have no position. Your days as a arrogant dominant asshole are over. Come up here and take this cock and lick my crown for me. I want to have that tongue working very well." Mike just stared and tried to get to terms about things as I took control of him mentally. He acted quick as I grabbed for my phone and got the tongue working as he got up and took my cock back in his mouth. "Yeah that's more like it Twerp. I like you in this position -- taking my cock assuming your position as my cock sucker. We will have so much connection from now on after I have taken you fully on."

But now I wanted action. I got up and took hold of Wilson. Now it was time to take his clothes and find his keys and his mobile phone. I wanted to take both things and make sure that after I got him down he would be closed off. I wanted to have him there all the weekend. I was about to make his ass my joy hole this weekend. He sure would be fucked up after that weekend. I found both things and put them in my back pack. I got harder when I finally got hold of Mike's key set with his MW written in gold on it. To reach a hold of his keys was a very big victory. I got Wilson's arm and got grip of that football stud as I put my back pack on my back. Then I started to drag Mike Wilson down from the living room floor and onto the door to the basement that was next to the kitchen entrance. It was not long way from the living room. He saw what was going to happen and nothing good was ahead and tried to get off me on the way as he knew that his way was onto the basement and I had got his keys. I had him now but the main mission was to close him down there. After that I would get to break him totally in.

Mike got very scared and lost it. He screamed: "I'm not letting you take me this way. No way am I getting this kind of treatment. I am an important guy and deserve more respect. You can't be serious about this Phil. Let me go and let's keep this a secret. Please let me keep my dignity. I want my keys back and maybe we can forget this and order some pizza and have fun and talk men to men. I'm sorry for being hard on you and can understand your anger". I laughed out loud when big Mike Wilson tried to save himself from getting fucked big time and trying to get some kind of control in this situation. "Your not going to get yourself out of this so easily Mike. I want to take you over and make you mine completely. We can order pizza alright but that is not going to happen tonight. The only thing you will eat tonight will be my cum and I will make you take it both in your ass and mouth in large doses. After I've taken over your basement and get you to handle your new life as my sex slave we can have fun in many ways. It sure will be nice going to your basement from now on whenever I like and take you with Joe upstairs not knowing I'm here."

He just froze as I talked down to him. He panicked and tried to get out of this situation knowing that I was about to break him in. He tried to broke loose and get off my grip: "Oh no asshole you are not going anywhere. You are about to go down in the basement. You will not decide anything more on this. You are mine Mike." I held him tight as I reached the stairs down. Ahead was a pleasurable time down in his fort. I took the keys and locked the door up to the main floor with Mike Wilson under me fighting and trying to get loose in his panicked state of mind. Mike was fighting very hard and was trying to take me over in his fight for the rest of his dignity. He knew that if I got him down the stairs he would be taken and very hard I might add. He lost the fight to take over the keys and get loose and he got scared as the door closed and the dark took over. There was just the light in his room downstairs and some shed of it got up the staircase. He fumbled on the situation and I carried him down fast and got down very quick with him lost in his state of mind as he knew that the fight was about to be totally lost. He didn't know where I had the keys and was lost as I got him down there.

I got over him and sat down on his stomach with my dick pointing straight in full glory at almost eleven inches (he stared at it like the cock lover as he is) and said to him. "Well Wilson you're down now. You sure tried to get away. I hid the keys where you can't find them now. You can choose to take it the good way or the hard way. I reached for his balls and took them in my hand and made clear to him who was the boss now. There is an old saying that when you get someone by their balls you get that person's attention. Whether it is a small boy or a high and mighty guy does not matter at all. I certainly got all the attention in the mind and soul of Mike Wilson when I took his balls and he just stared at me screaming and was really scared at this moment of the beginning of his take down. He felt all the pain in the world probably as his balls could tell him at the moment. "Don't hurt me. I deserve better than this. Please just let me go and we'll try to get this good. Ooooh don't do this. It hurts big time. Don't you do this or else..." I responded as cold as I could be: "Or else what asshole, who's gonna save you now? We are two here and will be the whole weekend. You're defenseless -- face it please shithead."

He was lost as he knew that nothing could save him from losing his cherry this evening at his own basement -- his fort in the world. I kept on making this moment mine: "I've wanted to come down to this basement for years now and get your attention and wanted to have you as a friend just like Joe. You always hated me being his friend and always talked to me like a fool and made little of me. It hurt and I haven't forgotten it one bit. In the recent months the anger at you have risen in new direction. I've wanted to take you down in some ways. Past weeks I've wanted to make you take my orders and get to be afraid of me. I've wanted to dominate you big time -- get to show you how it is being an underdog. It sure is about time now. Now I want to make you mine -- get to be taken all the way on my cock and take it in all the ways I can imagine for you. The time has come for you to take on your new role in our relationship. From now on I have keys to this basement. You can expect to see me a lot from now on and can be sure that I will want to get you to service me well regularly. I think it's about time now that our relationship improves and I get my space in your basement.

I shoved my cock down his throat in one movement and without any mercy. He was scared and gagged like hell on this moment in his basement. His takeover was ahead and I wanted him to show who was in control now. "Take it you pig and accept your role now. I want to have you and you can't change it. Now we will go into your exercise room and do things my way." I took my cock out of his mouth and stood up, then took hold of him and dragged him into his exercise room. It sure was nice being here with high and mighty Mike Wilson scared as hell on the floor about to be taken. But first I wanted something else to happen: "Well here is a measurement tape. I want to measure the length of your cock. I can see that you are a little hard. I want to get your cock numbers Wilson and compare us. It's a good step now into the night that is now ahead -- the start of a new day and new beginning in your life." I took it in my hands -- it was on a table in his exercise room. "Do you measure your abs with this asshole? Well guess what now it will measure your cock for me. I want to see how big your wiener is. It sure will be good to have this thing measured once and for all -- don't you think so Mike? hahahaha"

I took his cock in my hand as he was laying on the floor like a rag getting grip after being throated with a force -- he sure was afraid and knew that the numbers would not help him in this situation. He had seen in the living room hours earlier that he was way smaller than me -- after all he had fallen in the first place for my large cock and taken it down his throat already a couple of times. "Let's see how much smaller than me you are Wilson" I got busy measuring. The numbers were clear after few seconds. I had Mike Wilson's cock in my hand and taught that asshole that he had lost all control over it.  His cock did not reach seven inches. He was almost there but did not go over the top of seven. I knew now that I was at least four inches larger than this asshole and was about to let him know and of course admit it to me loud and clear that he was the small guy in the cock department in the Wilson home this evening and would be from now on and would respect my cock in every way from now on. "Well you are almost seven and I am at eleven. You are four inches smaller Mike. How can you handle that tough guy? haha."

The look on the face of high and mighty Mike Wilson said it all. He was afraid as hell as I had hold of his cock and twisted it on the moment of the numbers being read up. He screamed at that moment: "Don't hurt my cock. Ooooww it hurts wicked bad. Please Phil don't do this to me -- I'm not used to such a treatment. I want to hold my dignity." He started to cry on this moment. I decided to push this former high and mighty brother of my best friend and started to take him on in his fancy exercise room. "Admit how much smaller you are than me. I want you to take it like a man how small you are and tell me how we are measured. Do it now bitch. I want you to do this quickly. If you don't do this quick I will take your crotch and get to my back pack for my shaving gear and shave off all your pubic hair before I fuck you tonight. It will be rad shaving you football god -- will be good for your team's shower sessions." He fell crying: "OK I give Phil -- you are four inches bigger than me. I admit that you are much more hung than I am. You are much more of a man than I am. Please don't shave me Phil.". He cried -- I smiled. He was mine -- now it was his ass that was left.

I bent him down and took his legs on my shoulder fast and furiously on this Friday night in his exercise room in the basement at Lane Road 24. His cherry was about to be taken by the skinny and well hung Phil Howard. I shouted with grin on my face: "Accept your fate Wilson -- you are about to be taken in the best way possible. Get ready -- cause here I come inside you." No lube was needed for this victorious moment in my life as I took Mike Wilson and made him mine. I wanted him screaming and anguish at the time of his downfall. It was 23:05 on a Friday evening at Lane Road 24 when I took Mike Wilson on a journey to being Phil Howard's sex slave. In four hours I've played with him -- from taking his mighty ego and crashing it completely to this big moment in my life and his as well. It was a new beginning for both of us. It was a beginning of a endless sex and fun for me for 48 hours in this house and forever more. But now in his basement late Friday evening came the real beginning. I shoved my large cock with all the power I had inside Mike Wilson's ass. His face went red when the brute force hit up the ass of this former arrogant controller of many lives. His days as a bully had ended.

Mike Wilson screamed and cried at the moment I took his cherry. Eleven inch of cock stretched him wide. There was no arrogance left in the body of Mike Wilson at this moment. From now on he was mine. He knew it and I sure as hell knew it and was about to take advantage of this football stud's body all weekend long. I was determined to take him so fast that the rest of the weekend would just be a pleasure. When I had broken him in he would want me to take him this hard. But that needed at least few hours and I wasn't going to stop until he had been taken all the way. But now he just screamed -- no control was left in his body. Now he was totally under my control. He was very afraid at this moment - his face was full of terror and he pleaded as best as he could: "Phil please don't do this to me. I am begging you to stop. I will do everything for you if you stop now please. I can't handle this -- you're hurting me. Can't you hear me Phil. I'm sorry for calling you twerp and skinny all the years and how I've behaved to you. Please forgive me and stop this. Phil, ppppleeasse." I grinned to his face on this moment as he pleaded. I loved hearing Mike Wilson pleading me to stop fucking him.

Mike kept on pleading as I continued fucking him fast and furious: "Phil if you stop I will try to get you another guy on my team and you can have him. Phil please stop -- plllleeeeasse I beg you all the way. It hurts, hurts real bad... please let me have my dignity. I can't handle being a bottom. Pppppleeaasse..." High and mighty Mike Wilson was crying as I went in and out of his ass on record speed. I decided to speed it up more into Wilson's ass -- he quickly lost the weak bossy tempo left in his voice and broke down as his voice got more weaker in the attempt to get out of this situation. He pleaded all the way with all the promises in the world for me as I went faster deep inside his ass. He even promised me that he would suck me whenever I wanted but keep his ass away -- he even promised to suck my cock in the school men's room if I wanted to (that was a good idea which I was determined to make him do soooon oh yeah baby ). My large cock got extra hard  "Oh come on and take it Twerp. I don't want anyone else now. I want you. I've wanted you for years. Now I've got you completely and I will let you have it this way all weekend. That's for sure."

I kept on taking Wilson on this victorious moment for me: "Maybe I will want another one of your team to take my cock but if that happens I would want you two together in this basement servicing me. Then you could lick my ass and I would fuck him like I am doing to you right now. It sure would be nice taking either Ross Anderson or Will Johnson and making them mine and then make the one you like better fuck your ass wildly as I would meanwhile let you suck me off. Fucking rad Wilson. I would sure like another sex slave in your team adding to you of course. What a fun that would be -- sure would be cooool -- thanks for the tip Wilson hahahaha." Mike froze and just couldn't utter another word at the moment. He knew he was fucked and I sure as hell knew it as I pumped in him mercilessly. Mike Wilson's ass was very stiff and hard to take wildly just like the one of Principal Sam Barnes. But as the minutes went by it would improve. After this weekend this bitch will be real wide and with practice he would take it as well as Barnes did after our fuck today. But Wilson would get all the time in the world to take it because I would be at Lane Road 24 until at least Sunday evening.

I looked into the face of Mike Wilson. He was lost on this moment of losing his cherry and looking pale as white staring up as he tried in some way to handle the fact that his brother's best friend, skinny Phil Howard, had taken him over and fucked his ass. That was a situation he knew he couldn't flip over. He was my property -- both of us knew that when a guy has taken a load he is a property. That was the same in Mike Wilson's case as any others. I wasn't letting him go away -- not now, never really. He had stopped trying to get out of this situation and was accepting things. He knew now that this fight was totally lost and that he couldn't do anything to get out of this -- and I sure as hell knew it too. Now I had taken Mike Wilson on and he was mine in all the sense he could. Ahead was now the very final stages of taking things on course to letting him enjoy it and craving for this to happen. That was just around the corner. When I had achieved that we would have fun. I knew that sooner, rather than later, that would happen. I sure looked forward to it. Having Mike Wilson pleading me to fuck him and sucking me without being forced to was about to become reality and I got extra hard thinking about it.

I had taken this arrogant sport stud and now I was about to fill him with my fresh teenage cum up his bowels. He was just staring like a zombie and we both knew what was ahead. "Wilson soon I am going to fill you up. I think you need a large load up your ass. Damn, you sure are a stiff ass man, well we have enough time to stretch you wide. I will take you upon your offer on sucking me in the school man's room. Sure would be nice getting to fuck you in the school. Enough possibilities Mike for you in the coming hours, days, weeks and months. We will enjoy ourselves from now on. When I have fucked you well into the night I will teach how to take this kind of a large cock up your mouth and ass and have fun while doing it. Then we will head into your bedroom and get comfortable and you can suck my cock for as long as you want. I have always wanted to sleep in your large bed and take you while I was there. This is the night and we will have fun. When you have gotten the hang of how to take a cock of this size I will let you get close to my ass -- I like boys like you to lick my ass to end this kind of performance with. You're perfect for the role". I laughed into his face talking to him.

My cum broke loose and now Mike Wilson got busy taking it into his stiff arrogant ass. I howled like a cat when he got busy taking me and got an extra power on this moment I took his cherry. Mike opened his mouth on this moment and screamed: "NNNNNNNNNNNoooooooo!!!!!!!" He cried and had absolutely no dignity left on the moment of his first defeat. I was glad that I was the one that took Mike Wilson down and made him take it. My cock was extra hard and long on this very important victory in my life. Taking Principal Sam Barnes was a major win for me but watching Mike Wilson's face while I took him was the biggest win in my life. I never thought I could have the force to own him but now it had happened. In the nine years I've known him I thought that no one could have enough strength to end Mike Wilson's arrogance and egocentric character. He had always been the superior guy in this neighbourhood and been carried around by everyone around him. No one dared to challenge him and take him on -- he was so macho and controlling character. But I had tonight ended his arrogance. I was proud of myself as I looked down into the terrored face of one hell of a beaten Mike Wilson -- crying like a girl getting filled up with my cum.

I'm sure a lot of guys in this town would like to be me at this moment. Mike Wilson was just staring into the wall of his fancy exercise room and couldn't do anything now. His face was filled with cum stains and tears. His days as the boss of the neighbourhood had ended -- nothing would ever be the same. Now he was the bitch of sixteen year old Phil Howard -- had been taken by him in the way that neither of us could ever forget. From now on he would be my entertainment -- both of us knew that this a beginning for him. He would never forget that one skinny Phil Howard made him do this. I had won over the sport stud of the town and owned him. I just went over it in my mind as I towered Mike Wilson in his exercise room -- pumping in and out of his ass with a force. His ass was stretching by my dick. I just couldn't think of the situation in this case enough. This victory would open up many exciting future victories. When Wilson would fully be taken over he would be my personal sex slave and be fucked whenever I wanted to. Getting him to take it upstairs at Joe's room would be the next challenge. I was victorious this moment and the beast in me had taken over at this moment. Who can blame me?

Wilson's ass was mine - he had been taken in the way he never thought possible. And it was me that took him down from his throne. I was the new king in the neighbourhood in the heart and soul of Wilson -- I bet I am. He will never forget this kind of sex. The best of it was that this was just a fuck number one for him. We had all the Saturday and Sunday to get on with it -- because we had the house to ourselves until Monday. Mike knew that now he was a goner. He took the cum. I noticed that he wasn't fighting anymore. He just took it and was like a zombie. I saw that I was breaking him in sooner. The brute force had been so much and my verbal takeover on him had been that powerful that he had almost given up. I wanted to take this scene on a new level. I took my cock out of his ass and bent down on my knees in front of him. "That was excellent Twerp -- it was a beauuuuuutiful beginning. Now I want you up and licking my cock for me. This is the cock that took you down. Never forget it Mike." He stared. Then he gave in to the inches. He came up and licked the cock and took extra good care of my crown. I loved this scene. On midnight a new day had started and a new life had developed in Mike Wilson's sex life.

I was so excited on this biggest victory of my life that I shot my load sooner than I wanted. I filled Wilson's mouth. He took my cum beautifully. Now I wanted to complete this takeover. Just like I had done to Barnes hours earlier I spun around and sat on the face of Mike Wilson. I had his mouth on my ass crack and decided to turn high and mighty Mike Wilson into an ass licker -- what a fate for this asshole I thought to myself grinning in
this fort of his on this victorious moment: "Well Wilson I want some real good tongue work now. Lick my ass for me. I want some real nice work from you. I have heard that you are the best tongue kisser in the town. Now I want you to tongue my ass and be nice to it. You sure have all night to do this again if you want. We have the whole weekend to do this as often as I like it to happen Twerp." I laughed hysterically on this beautiful moment in my life. I felt Mike Wilson's myth as a powerful football god and egocentric asshole fall down completely as I was on his face and waiting for him to lick my ass. This was probably the complete destruction job for him -- the last thing on earth he thought he would ever do. I have taken his life and completely destroyed his character.

Mike Wilson gave in to my wishes in the early hours of this best Saturday of my life as he got busy licking my ass. I was still coming to terms with this victory. I just enjoyed this and felt a new feeling awaken inside me as Mike licked my ass scared of what would be next. I had broken in Mike Wilson and now there was no way going back for us. Now he was my personal sex slave and would do anything as degrading as possible I would want him to do. I had now the full power of his basement at this moment and had taken full control of his life. The Mike Wilson that I have known for nine years has gone and will never ever come back. I took him on to be mine in every sense of the word. In nine years Mike Wilson has been in my opinion a football god and arrogant asshole that has no respect for anything around him -- he has just been bossy type that everyone hate but most of us cannot take on. Well I have a weapon to take this kind of assholes down. Now has high and mighty Mike Wilson been added into my collection of sex slaves and sucky boys. Now he was just my fuck toy. I have in a bolt of lightning won the victory I thought impossible until today. From now on I will fuck this asshole when I want to.

I liked this licking. But enough for that later. I stood up and looked down on the rest of Mike Wilson. He was scared and feared me. He was still licking his lips and that was my ass juice that he was having a feast on. "Did you like my ass Mike? You better. You will get more later this night in your bedroom." I sat down on his exercise board he used to run on in this fancy room. I had gotten a great idea and was about to make it a reality. "Mike come up to me on this exercise board. I want to fuck you on your board. Come sit on my cock." H e stared but was to afraid to say no. I got in the gear as I took Mike Wilson up and he sat on my cock. He screamed when he received the cock up his ass full speed: "What a victory Wilson -- now I will fuck your lights out on your board here. Get reeeeaaaady! I pumped with all the force I had into the ass of Mike Wilson on this victorious moment. He was being fucked with a speed on his running board. I had him where I wanted and just had him sitting on my large cock being stretched in two parts literally. He just rocked by my movement as I fucked him big time. I was over the moon with things.

Then it came what I had waited for all evening. Mike opened his mouth in his sexual ecstasy on the moment being fucked and took it the way every sensible person in sexual lust would do: "aaaawwww what a feeling oh yeah I ummmmmhhhh ohhhhhhh yeeeeesssss" He had been taken and now I had gotten another conquest that wanted to be taken. I had won over Mike Wilson formally and now things would be pure joy: "I'm glad you like it Mike -- this is a start of our sexual relationship. From now on we will do this very regularly. Prove to me that you are mine this very minute and want to be taken like this and in any other way possible." I heard hesitation in the voice of sexually aroused Mike Wilson and then it came: "Oh yeah I like it -- I never thought I could but I have felt a spot go soft I never have thought possible." I was glad but I wanted more and took his face and twisted his face sideways: "I'm glad but the real question is: who's bitch are you Wilson? I want you to admit that you are mine completely." It came almost instantly: "I'm yours Phil. I want more of this." I smiled my vicious smile on this moment of taking Mike Wilson to sexual joy. I had gotten myself a new hole to control.

I had taken the high and mighty Mike Wilson and now it was onto his bedroom. I wanted to take his bedroom and make it mine. I stood up and reached under Mike's arms and took him to his bedroom. Now was the formal end of this takeover. I wanted to take him in this bedroom. It was the final mental victory I needed. I put Wilson on the floor and pinned him down and in an instant I put my cock up his well fucked ass. I had reached all I wanted to do and Wilson was melting in my hands. I had gotten a new sex slave and I was about to take him as I pleased the rest of the weekend. I fucked Wilson on the floor of his large bedroom for minutes. He took it and I knew that he was mine completely. I could do whatever I wanted to him. As I filled his ass I looked into his face. A new Mike Wilson was on the scene. The old one disappeared as he saw my inches. He fell for them and since I have taken him on a journey he thought impossible. Now it was just a joy ahead. I got up on his bed and he followed. "Mike lick my cock -- take the inches and respect them." He did what he was told and licked the cock for many minutes.

As we went to sleep after a rocking day in the life of Mike Wilson I felt his tongue reach under the crown and lick it very well. He was in love with cock that conquered him. I had gotten myself a new sex slave -- I had taken the football god of the town and bent him down on my cock. A pleasure was ahead as Mike Wilson fell asleep on my cock in the early morning of the Saturday that would formally crown him as my property. I wanted to fuck him in Joe's bedroom and make him take things he never would have thought about until this moment I had taken him and made him mine. I had taken this high and mighty guy at Lane Road 24 -- the guy I thought I never could take -- the brother of my best friend and football god and taken him over. Pleasure was ahead in every sense of the word as the biggest day of my life reached an end.

What a day - ahead was a weekend full of endless sex with Mike Wilson. I couldn't wait for tomorrow. ;)

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Searching for Sparky

by Stewy

My father was always a real hard ass. A really macho guy that happened to be an electrician. Always insisting that I work with him after school, he pushed me to do things I really didn't have the skills to do. I paid dearly one day when my father made me re-wire the main power in some guy I didn't care about's house. When my hands accidentally touched the bare wires, I couldn't let go and if it hadn't been for the guy that lived there getting home at just the right time, I wouldn't have lived to tell the tale. I was nearly shocked to death and was sent to the hospital for a month.

That was definitely the most miserable month of my entire life. I could hardly move on account of my muscles being damaged. The doctors told me that they will improve, but never full recover, leaving me significantly weaker. The worst part was definitely the damage to my pituitary gland. Being in my early teens, I was told I would never grow another inch in my life. They also told me I probably wouldn't get any bigger at all. I was permanently stuck at 4'11" inches, with a body most adults would consider scrawny. 
I grew bitter at the world and adopted a sarcastic attitude, 
but for the most part I was afraid of people. They made fun of my height and weight left and right. I always pretended to be used to it, but you never really get used to people treating you like you're inferior.

When I graduated high school, I decided to skip college, 
which ended up being a bad idea. I ended up getting a real crappy job.

The years went by and by until I was dead sick of my job as an office boy at this hot shot law firm. I was tired of everyone telling me what to do all the time. I was such a cheapskate though, I managed to save up all my cash and invest over the many miserable years I had to work there. With all my investments and savings, I decided to open up my own bookstore in the city. I investigated the real estate and managed to find a cheap apartment in a complex I could live at temporarily.

The first few weeks went great. I liked my apartment, I liked the city, and the opening of my bookstore was a success. I wasn't raking in the cash or anything, but it was definitely enough to get by, which was all I cared about. I managed to hire a really nice old lady that was a really great employee. Cheryl was her name; she was a doll, always there on time every morning. She was even more punctual then ME. She helped me run the store along with a few other people I hired. I got used to working with her since she frequently opened the store and worked the early shift with me. The nice part was I usually got home around 3 O'clock.

It must have been the 14th day I had been in the city when I met Milton on that Sunday. He was a really friendly guy that struck up a conversation with me in the elevator. As it turned out, he only lived a few doors down from me on the same floor. He talked about how much he loved his family and his Christian upbringing. I got used to running into him and chatting it up, although he did seem like kind of a... I dunno… dork? He kind of reminded me of Ned Flanders from the Simpsons.

I ran into him the very next day and had another chat with him in the main lobby. He referred to me as "neighbor" and made me feel at ease. It was nice knowing a friendly guy that lived close to me. A lot of the other people that lived around me we're really cold and at best would say "hey," in passing, so I warmed up to Milton. I generally warmed up to anyone that didn't comment on my diminutive size and stature, which as it were, were very few people indeed.

That Tuesday, I ran into him again outside his door, lugging a bunch of grocery bags. 

"Hey Milton, how's the wife and kids?" I said warmly as I saw him in the hallway unlocking his door.

"Mitch! Oh great, I'm making them a big turkey dinner tonight," he informed me enthusiastically, lifting up two plastic bags that seamed full and heavy.

"You go Milton." I joked, laughing inwardly at what a harmless fuzz ball this guy was. His wife was a lucky woman.

"You should come in and chat for a bit," he insisted.

"I've always got time for Milton." I said festively.

Milton unlocked his door and opened it. I followed him into the kitchen and he began placing things onto the counter, bringing out big pans and other cooking utensils.

"So how's life?" asked Milton plainly.

"Can't complain I guess." I responded.

"Oh, that's good. Everyone I've been talking to lately seems to be so down in the dumps these days, it's good to see someone in decent spirits," he jabbered while he pulled a butterball turkey out of the bag and opened it up.

"Yeah well, I just haven't anything seriously bad happen to me in a long time it seems like. Knock on wood," I chattered, knocking my fist on his counter.

"Ha! Well, I can't say I haven't been blessed myself." sliding a turkey into the oven as he spoke.

"How's that?" I inquired.

"Are you kidding? I've got a beautiful wife that loves me, a daughter that's a straight "A" student at St. Junipers, and I like my job." He preened.

"I didn't know you had a daughter."

"Oh yeah, she must have just gotten back from class a short while ago. Prolly watching one of those reality TV shows in the living room." said Milton.

"He he." I chuckled, judging his daughter was probably in her early teens.

"I knew I forgot something. The darned potatoes!" he exclaimed, biting his fist.

"I've got to run down to the store, but I can't leave my daughter in charge of the turkey, she'll burn it to a crisp." he said distraughtly.

"Oh really? Not much of a cook, huh?" I asked, trying to ease the tension.

"He he, no. She's even worse then my wife. Oh my god, you wouldn't tell her I said that." He said, lowering his voice to a whisper as a look of worry confounded his face.

"No Milton, your secret is safe with me," I responded slowly, using his same whisper as a joke, laughing at how kind hearted and genuine he was.

"Jeese, you know. I don't mean to put you in a tight spot, but could you stay here and watch the oven while I run down to the store? I really wanna surprise my wife. Please?" He asked nicely.

I rolled my eyes back and sighed. "I GUESS I could do that for you." I joked, feigning exasperation.

"Great! Thanks a bunch Mitch, I owe you one." he spoke as his body was already set in motion towards the door.

"Sure sure." I said downplaying myself. It really wasn't a big deal to me.

"Go join Clarisse in the living room, make yourself at home." he insisted.


"OK DADDY!" I heard a high pitched feminine voice call out.

"Thanks again Mitch. Just don't let that turkey burn." he said with a smile, pealing his coat off the coat hanger and heading out the door.

I wandered around the house and saw flickering lights coming from a dark open doorway. I stepped in and was taken by the sight that lay before me. Milton's daughter Clarissa was strewn out across the floor on her stomach with a remote control in her hand, and a lollipop in the other. She was not the little girl Milton had made her out to be.

As I walked through the room, I gazed down at her body lit by the flickering lights of the TV. Not only was she huge, but she was wearing a catholic school girl's uniform, a plaid blue and green skirt and a white button down blouse. Her ass was glorious as it pushed proudly up into the air through her skirt, which had rode up due to her position on the carpet, exposing the higher parts of her thighs, just a few inches below that incredible butt. My jaw dropped as I drank in her legs with my eyes, they were bent at the knees, her calves and feet bobbing back and forth in the air languidly.

"Hello there." I said casually as I walked past her towards the couch.

Clarissa glanced up at me, pulling her lollipop from her mouth with a *smack,* and gave me a smile. Her face was really cute, especially with those blonde pigtails.

"He ya, mister." she chirped, putting the lollipop back into her mouth.

I sat down on the couch, but I wasn't watching the TV. I was staring at the swells of her ass as her legs bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down, absent mindedly.

Milton was right about the reality TV. Clarissa was watching a show where 12 guys and 12 girls were all competing to become the last couple standing on some island resort, there was massively overdone drama involved as the individual contestants were interviewed, expressing their anger with other contestants.

*Smack* the sound of her lollipop leaving her mouth. St. Junipers must have been a nearby college, by the look of this girl's body, there was no way she was still in high school. I sat there feeling hypnotized, my eyes glued to her butt.

Clarissa's right hand reached back and scratched her right thigh and butt cheek with her nails, hiking up her skirt even more, revealing a brief hint of her white satin panties, before her arm swung back around and helped prop her up with her elbows. I glared with contentment, paying zero attention to the TV screen.

As her head craned back to look at me, I lifted my gaze to the TV screen. There was no way she didn't catch me staring at her ass. She just looked back at me and smiled, taking a lick of her lollipop.

"How come you're so little?" she asked absentmindedly in a high pitched voice, mouthing her lollipop.

"How come you're so big?" I replied simply, judging this girl to be approaching 6 feet tall.

Clarissa just smiled back and then thrust her ass into the air, giving me a great view up her skirt before she pushed herself up and brushed her legs off. Then she turned and I gulped. This girl was stacked. I could see the outline of her bra through her thin white shirt. She had to be at least a DD. Folding her hands behind her lower back, her chest was thrust proudly forward as she began stepping towards the couch, looking directly into my eyes, I stared back curiously. I began to sweat as her body approached and sat down next to me. She put an arm back on the couch behind me. Sitting down, my eyes were even with her chin. She looked down at me with her arm behind me, using her other hand to twirl the lollipop in her mouth by the stick before sliding it out with another *smack*.

"You're really cute." she chirped in a high pitched voice, putting her lollipop back into her mouth.

"Gee, that's nice of you to say." I said, trying to sound apathetic. I wasn't really wanting to get caught messing around with Milton's daughter, so I was trying to display as little interest as possible.

"Can I tell you a secret?" she whispered after sliding the lollipop back out of her mouth with a twirl.

"Uhhhh..." I stammered, not being able to think of a witty response. Clarissa leaned in towards my ear, I felt bosom press gently against my arm.

"I really like little guys like you," she whispered sexily and softly.

"K." I responded, looking back at the TV, thinking this girl might be a little off.

Clarissa smiled at my resistance and sat back up against the couch. I saw her body in the corner of my eye as she yawned and slowly stretched her arms up into the air and back behind her. Those heaving breasts of hers thrust out proudly before her. I heard myself swallow, before she finally finished her long languid yawn.

As I stared at the TV, I felt her big body's weight adjusting on the couch as she scooted further away from me.

"Oh good, right now might be a good time to check on the turkey anyway." I thought. Then the unexpected happened.

Clarissa's gorgeous blond pigtailed head descended onto the couch as she lay down, her head draped itself across my lap. I kind of jumped a little, pushing myself further back into the couch, not really knowing how to react.

"I'm tired." I heard her say in that high pitched girly voice. She curled up into the fetal position with her head resting on my thighs.

I wanted to say something as I squirmed slightly in the couch, not knowing how to react. I couldn't just throw her head off me could I?

Then her head turned in my lap, her body turning to lie on her back, her big blue eyes looked up at me with a blank innocent stare, her lollipop being pulled out of her lips that wrapped around it. *Smack*

Clarissa's gaze was somehow penetrating, her facial expression entirely blank. I squirmed on the inside as I did my absolute best to hide any reaction I might have. I was keenly aware of her impressive assets that were looming a short distance down the couch and tried my best to block them out of my mind as I began to tell her to get up.

"Clarissa... I..." I began when she interrupted me.

"You don't mind if I rest here, do you?" she cooed sweetly in an innocent little girl's voice. Her red lollipop stained lips pursed in preparation for her lollipop to return. She slid the stick of red hard candy between her lips and twirled it around before pushing it into her mouth and sliding it out, then pushing it in and sliding it out again, mouthing at it with her lips. She pulled the lollipop out with her mouth again with another *smack*. This time her tongue came out and licked the sweet candy off her lips.

"Actually..." I began.

"'Cause I'm sooo tired." she cooed, putting her lollipop back into her mouth and turned her head in my lap, pushing it further in towards my crotch. I felt my semi-hard penis against her cheek and jaw. I was pretty sure she could feel it, too.

"Ok Clarissa, I've got to check on the Turkey now." I said plainly.

What Clarissa did next made me gasp. I heard the smack of her lollipop being pulled from her mouth with her hand before Clarissa's head turned downward so her lips and nose rubbed against my hardening erection. She began to slide her nose across me, in between my legs and mouthed at my semi-erection with her lips through my pants, I felt myself stiffening rapidly.

"Ahhhhhhh." I moaned, half in pleasure half in panic, feeling her teeth gently nibble my shaft through the soft material of my pants.

I couldn't believe this girl, I'd never sparked this strong of a reaction from a woman, let alone one so beautiful.

"Ok OK Ok." I said in panic, standing up and attempting to lift her head out of my lap. She forcefully tried to keep it there, mouthing and nibbled at my crotch, but I managed to push her off and quickly walked out to the kitchen with a huge tent in my pants. I heard her high pitched voice giggling.

I walked into the kitchen awkwardly due to the wood I was sporting in my pants, making me waddle slightly. I had to adjust myself in my pants so that my arousal wasn't that obvious and I could walk easier. I opened the oven door and checked the turkey with the thermometer. Then I closed the oven door and turned around. I saw Clarissa's towering body in that Christian schoolgirl's outfit in the doorway to the living room, wrapped in the shadows of the dim light with her hand on the wall of the doorway. Her hand slid off the wall as she sauntered towards me, her hips bouncing side to side, causing her skirt to swish and sway and her heavy breasts to bounce gently up and down.

Glancing at the front door I thought I might have to bolt. I glanced back at Clarissa, then the front door, Clarissa, front door, Clarissa. As she closed the distance between us I spoke.

"Look... uhh Clarissa... I'm not interested, ok?" I informed her, brushing her off. This didn't stop her from slowly walking intimidatingly towards me, her pigtails and hair swishing, her blue sparkling eyes gazing through mine deeply.

"What the fuck was this hornball's problem?" I thought. "She's got a thing for midgets?" I wondered.

Bracing myself to bolt for the door, it swung open on its own accord. Milton entered the room with another couple plastic bags.

"Ah good. Nothing's burning." he chided, smiling and snorting in a dorky manner.

My heart caught in my chest and I breathed a deep sigh of relief. Clarissa didn't even break her stride as she sat on a stool on the other side of the kitchen counter.

"Watcha making daddy?" pondered the supposed innocent princess that I was now guessing to be 6 feet tall.

"Turkey, Mashed Potatoes, gravy, stuffing, and cranberry sauce!" He beamed with a huge smile.

Instead of laughing at how dorky Milton was, I couldn't get Clarissa off my mind. She seemed to be staring at me with her pinky between her teeth whenever Milton wasn't looking. I definitely noticed, but did not return her gaze, trying to grab Milton's attention.

"So Milton, find everything alright at the store?" I asked, lamely trying to start a conversation.

"Oh yeah, I even found Myrtle's favorite cranberry sauce." he beamed, preening with joy. The door opened and slammed shut again.

"Honey I'm home." called an older woman's voice laughingly, carrying her purse and wearing formal clothes.

"Surprise!" Milton yelled cheerfully.

"Heyyyy! You made dinner!" said Myrtle gleefully.

I glanced over to see Clarissa was still looking at me with hungry, almost predatory look.

"Honey, I want you to meet our neighbor Mitch." he introduced, motioning his hand towards me.

"Ohhh, nice to meet you." Myrtle said ,walking towards me, offering a hand to shake. I stared up at this towering woman and shook her hand with a smile on my face, seeing where Clarissa got her height.

"My god you're..." Myrtle began before she stopped herself.

"It's ok, you can say it. I'm used to it." I said apathetically.

"How short are you?" she asked rudely.

"Honey!" Milton interrupted, "That's no way to treat our guest."

"I'm so sorry," Myrtle apologized, "Please, stay for dinner." she insisted.

Glancing back at Clarissa, who sat silently on the counter, I saw a cat-like grin crept across her face.

"I... Uhhh..." I began to stammer, contemplating my situation.

"He would love to." said Milton, accepting the invitation for me.

"S... Sure." I agreed, feeling heavily pressured into it. "I had nowhere to be anyway." I figured.

Myrtle went and got changed; and Milton and I chit chatted for a while.

"Imma go get changed, Daddy," said Clarissa in that high pitched voice, giving me one last glance as she walked out of the room.

"Ok sweetie, it's gonna be about half an hour before dinner's ready." He informed her. "She is such a sweetheart. You know she's got her mother's brains that one. Maybe she'll grow up to be a geneticist like her." he stared wistfully almost towards the ceiling, dreaming of his daughter’s bright successful future.

I just shrugged, not interested in discussing the topic of Milton's daughter.

"By the way, sorry about my wife asking that Mitch." he apologized.

"Really, it's no biggie." I said, laughing at my accidental pun. Mitch joined in the laughter.

"I must get at least three comments a day about my height." I informed him. Milton nodded.

We continued to chat for a half an hour, talking about our jobs mostly. Milton spoke warmly about how much he loved the people he worked with and his boss, where as I made fun of my ex-boss's silly antics. Milton, who never said a bad thing about anyone seemed to laugh at my words regardless of their playful negativity.

Milton, deeming the dinner ready, pulled it out and began to cut the relatively small turkey. I couldn't believe he had cooked it so fast, yet it still looked delicious. I knew not his techniques, nor did I care. I was more of a Chinese take-out kind of guy.

"DINNER!" Milton yelled, causing footsteps to stir about the household. I helped Milton carry the lighter plates of food to the long rectangular dinner table.

"Where should I sit?" I asked.

Milton appointed me the seat in the middle and I sat politely as Milton took his seat at the head of the table. The table was pretty big actually, especially for a man of my size, but I took notice of its fine smooth craftsmanship as I pulled my chair closer towards the table, the tablecloth sliding over my lap.

I began to take a sip of water from my glass when Clarissa sauntered in wearing an outfit that managed to hide very little of her voluptuous body. A pair of white soft short shorts and a bright pink belly shirt that showed a healthy amount of cleavage and offered a view of her taught stomach before she sat down across from me. She was bursting out of that shirt.

Nearly spitting out my water, I began coughing having felt some water go down the wrong pipe. I covered my mouth with my hand and gave several big coughs.

"Are you ok Mitch?" asked Milton politely.

"Oh yeah, just swallowed some down the wrong pipe, ya know." I assured him. I saw Clarissa's lips curl into a smile as she sat with her hands in her lap, pressing her bosom gently together with her arms. I was definitely hard pressed not to stare at those toys of hers.

Myrtle came in wearing a black t-shirt and jeans and sat down at the far end of the table.

"Ok great, now we can say grace." said Milton warmly.

"Would you like to do the honors Mitch?" asked Myrtle.

"Sure." I replied, remembering that I was with a religious family. 
Everyone at the table closed their eyes, folded their hands, and bowed their heads.

"Thank you god for the food we are about to eat. We give thanks for..." My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a large soft foot that touched my calf and gently began to rub up against it. "...the... homes we live in..." my words became cluttered and awkward as the foot slid up to my knee and its sole rubbed against the inside of it. "the jobs we work at... the..." I stammered on, stopping to swallow loudly as the foot playfully made fists with its toes and then opened, fists with its toes and then opened again and again as it inched up my thigh. "...t... the..." I began to sweat as the foot began tracing circles with its big toe around my inner thighs, inches away from my manhood that was becoming quite aroused. "family we l... lives with..." I stuttered as the gentle foot continued to tease my upper thighs. "and the p... people" Clarissa's foot slid gently in between my legs, prodding my length with her toes, then wiggling them against me underneath the tablecloth. "...we love. Amen." I finally finished.

"Amen!" said all 3 other voices in unison.

"You don't have to be so nervous around us, Mitch." Myrtle laughed, downplaying the strict religious air.

"It was my first time." I lied, feeling Clarissa feet scrunching and wiggling in my crotch. I looked up at her to see her smiling gently at me, while giving attention to her parents when they spoke. I tried to give her a stern eye that said "stop it," but she didn't seem to notice or care.

"Well, Clarissa here just had her 3rd day of classes today, didn't you darling?" Milton said.

"Yes Daddy." she said politely and innocently in her high pitched voice.

"How was it?" he inquired.

My prick was now rock hard in my pants as Clarissa's foot pushed it playfully around in my pants before she pressed her sole into it, flattening it against my crotch and lower abdomen and pressing firmly on my balls.

"Mmmmm," she said thoughtfully, "It was REALLY hard." she said, lowering her voice making it more throaty, looking at me when she said the words "REALLY hard" while scrunching her toes against the underside of my sensitive head. "But I think I can handle it no problem, Daddy. I just need to work at it." She said, eyeing me up as the ball of her foot began to slide up and down, pushing my shaft into me and effectively masturbating me in my pants.

Milton and Myrtle were listening with their eyes on their plates, completely oblivious.

"There, you hear that? What a trooper." Milton began, preening over his prized daughter that was in the process of jacking me off under the table with her big sexy foot. I shook my head at her "NO!" when myrtle and Milton looked at her, begging her to stop. She just returned my look of panic with a satisfied grin as her foot began to move against me even faster.

"I tell ya Mitch, when my Clarissa sees something she wants she just GOES for it." Milton assured me proudly.

"That's right," added Myrtle, "There's no stopping our pumpkin." they praised.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!" I thought to myself, feeling my orgasm building. In my current state I was more then unable to stand up, everyone one see my raging tent in my pants. Then again, if I backed my chair up, the same thing would happen; the tablecloth would expose me in all my glory.

Panic washed over me as my breathing quickened. I couldn't believe that Milton and Myrtle were so damned oblivious about their daughter. Clarissa's foot continued to slide up and down me, stopping to slide her toes down to my balls and wiggle them against me. It took a lot of willpower to sit still and not make a scene. I looked up and saw Clarissa stuffing a forkful of mashed potatoes into her mouth, sliding the fork out slowly while she stared at me, pursing her lips and then licking them. Her foot continued to wriggle around my ball sack as the conversation picked back up. I was just thrilled nobody was talking to me.

I spoke too soon.

"So Mitch, your new here and don't know much of the area. Why don't you have my daughter show you around town?" Mitch suggested.

"I..." began to stutter, not having an easy time speaking with Milton's sexpot daughter's foot squirming against my balls. "I don't think..."

"Yeah why not Mitch?" spoke Clarissa over me sweetly. "It'd be sooo much fun." she chirped innocently like a good little girl. 

"Have you seen the park, Mitch?" asked Myrtle.

"No. Can't say I have." grunting out the sentence, thrilled I got out all the words without stuttering.

"Oh it's wonderful." beamed Myrtle.

"Yeah, Clarissa will take you tomorrow; your very own tour guide. Won't you Clarissa?" asked Milton.

"Oh, I'd LOVE to." she beamed, bearing down on me with a huge toothy smile. Once again the ball of her foot slid up and began pressing me into my flesh, sliding up and down, up and down, up and down, up, down, up, down, up, down.

"How in the hell are these people THAT stupid." I thought to myself, trying to think about anything but the foot that was pumping my dick, begging for my release. I was sure that other people could hear her skin sliding against the material of my pants, but apparently they really were that thick. Still though, if I erupted in my pants, there would be no explaining it. I would be screwed beyond belief.

"I dunno." I gasped out, doing my absolute best to keep a straight face.

"Oh c'mon Mitch, it's the least we can do to help. She doesn't bite." Insisted Milton looking over at me. I shifted my glance to Clarissa who made a sexy biting motion at me, drawing back her lips and snapping her front teeth together.

I felt my orgasm lurch, painfully close to the edge. I was fighting it like a champ, squeezing my orgasm back down as hard as I could. Clarissa seemed to sense that I was resisting with all my strength, so she continued her onslaught.

"C'mon Mitch, you HAVE to come." she commanded insinuatively as her other foot finally joined in the fun, surprising me entirely by playing with my balls while her other skilled foot increased to a record pace.

"O... K..." I stammered, exhaling loudly, letting go of everything as I erupted load after load against the sole of Clarissa's smooth silky foot as it squashed into me and grinded out as much semen as possible. Clarissa's eyes looked into mine with utter delight, Milton and Myrtle just thought she was happy I agreed to let her give me a tour.

Relentless, she didn't stop her ministrations against me, I unloaded what felt like a pint of cum into my pants, feeling its warmth ooze down my leg.

"There it's settled. I tell you Mitch, it's great to have such a friendly guy as our new neighbor. I think you're going to like this place." said Milton sociably. I looked up at him with a forced smile and a nod. I simply nodded again and again at any conversation, avoiding speaking as much as possible.

"This place would be perfect if not for those blasphemous teenagers down the hall. One of them was staring at my daughter in the elevator. That's the kind of thing I just won't tolerate. The moment I caught him doing it I grabbed him by the neck and started..." anger and frustration welled up in his voice to a more than surprising amount. I had no idea Milton could actually get angry until this point. I couldn't believe how suddenly his face turned red. There was a fire in his eyes I hadn't seen as he described picking up the kid to perform his violent act.

"AHEM!" Myrtle interrupted, "Milton. We have guests." gritted Myrtle through her teeth, as if covering up a secret.

I had known there was something weird about Milton, he was simply too nice. Apparently he had some kind of inner rage problem when it came to guys messing with his daughter, his pride and joy.

Clarissa had been eating her food throughout all of this, multitasking with seemingly zero effort. I glanced over at her gaping neckline as my cock kept twitching in my pants. Clarissa bent her arms back behind her chest in a slow relaxed stretch, embellishing my view of her. Eventually my cock stopped spitting and twitching, but that didn't make Clarissa remove her playful feet from me and they continued to fondle me while I deflated.

"Right, sorry honey. I just get... you know..." Milton apologized.

"I know honey, its ok." consoled Myrtle.

"Well, on that note. I guess I'll start the dishes." said Milton excusing himself. Clarissa's feet were rubbing my wetness through my pants playfully, my orgasm completely waned.

"So..." Clarissa began in her high pitched innocent voice, "What is it you do, Mitch?"

"I own and run Harper's book store." I responded.

"Oh wow. Really? That new book store on Walnut Avenue?" asked Myrtle, seemingly pleased to hear my upstanding occupation.

"Yeah, that's the one."

Trying to talk with them was difficult. All I could think about was the huge stain in my pants and what would happen if Milton saw it. Clarissa's feet finally left my lap and began to slowly descend down my legs until they reached my calves and then left me for good this time. I sighed a huge breath of relief and began thinking about only escape.

"Any new good books out I should know about?" Myrtle said lamely, obviously interested in books, but I wasn't interested in embellishing her conversation at all. I had to get out of there and fast. I scanned the doorway for Milton and heard him doing dishes, that means he'd be too my right side when I got through the doorway. If I kept myself turned to the side, he wouldn't see my mess.

As I spoke with Myrtle, Clarissa was raising her brows at me and winking at me teasingly, as if mocking my situation while she finished her food.

"That bitch." I thought to myself. Realizing it would be awkward, I executed the only plan I had while there was still a chance. "Oh my god, I completely forgot about Cheryl." I said in fake despair with my best acting ability.

"Who's Cheryl?" Asked Myrtle.

"My co-worker, she's going to be furious. I forgot to call her with the numbers. I've gotta run. Thanks for the dinner!" I yelled pretending to be in a furious hurry.

I pushed back my chair and turned my ass towards Myrtle so she couldn't see my soiled pants as I moved to the doorway awkwardly, looking quite strange I'm sure. The moment I went through the doorway, I turned myself ninety degrees to the left, blocking Milton's sight from the front of my pants as I rushed through to the doorway.

"Thanks for the dinner Milton, gotta run!" I yelled as I sprinted up to the doorway and began unbolting the deadbolt.

"What? Mitch?" He asked confusedly as I opened the shut the door behind me, sprinting down the hall and pulling out my keys to unlock my door. I tried to stuff my keys into the lock, but I dropped them in my anxiety. I picked them back up and dropped them again. I was sweating profusely, my hands shaking. I managed to finally unlock my door. I dashed inside, closed, and locked the door behind me with a great sigh of relief.

"That was close." I said under my breath, looking down at the big mess on my pants.


The next day at work I kept running the events

of the night before in my mind. Things like that just don't happen to me very often. It was like a movie. Although I was pleased to have such good Christian neighbors, I was scared of Clarissa, and of Milton too for that matter. They were both a lot bigger then me, seemed to have mental issues, and avoiding them would be tricky seeing as how I was only 2 doors down from them. Milton seemed to like me a lot, which made contact with him even more likely.

As I shelved some books, I thought about

Clarissa, that vixen. I found myself getting angry thinking about the position she put me in, but also aroused. Pondering the swells of her ass under that skirt in front of the TV, her feet in my lap, I found myself becoming turned on at the thought of her dominating me. I had to change the subject or I'd be walking around the store sporting major wood. Something about that girl freaked me out though, she seemed unbalanced. I'd have to stay away from her for sure.

"Oh crap." I said thinking out loud

remembering how I had agreed to let her show me around town today after work. Looking at my watch I said "2:30" to myself. Half an hour before I was done for the day. I pondered what time Clarissa got home from class. I could probably sneak into my room and just not answer the door. Or maybe I should wait and go home late?

"This is all stupid." I thought to

myself. "Look at yourself, scared to go home ‘cause of some 18 year old." I laughed, realizing my situation and suddenly losing most all my fear of going home after work.

3 O'clock hit and I clocked out. "Ok

Cheryl, hold the fort down for me." I said on the way out.

"You got it boss." replied my trusty


I was right, nothing happened. I went up the

elevator of the apartment complex, down the hall, and into my room with no trouble. No Clarissa, no Milton. They probably hadn't taken the silly proposal seriously and left me in peace. I put on some pajama pants and a white t-shirt and lounged around my home, reading my favorite author's latest book.

It was maybe 15 minutes after I got home that I

heard a knock on the door.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

My heart sank into my stomach and my stomach

felt like a ton of bricks. It had to be Clarissa. I looked around the room, but then froze and remained perfectly still. Then my stomach's butterflies got even worse as I realized I hadn't locked the door.


"Should I move? Should I get up and lock

the door? I would have to." my mind thought.

I crawled up out of my chair and stealthed

across my room slowly and careful to not make any noise. As I was finally about to reach the door, I saw the doorknob turn and the door swing open, I almost crapped myself at the sight before me.

Filling most of the doorway was Clarissa's

seemingly colossal body in her school's uniform. That same thin white shirt and blue and green plaid skirt that came midway down her thighs. I was eye level with the top of her shoulders and saw first the strap of her black bra and then the rest of its lacey form faintly visible through the material of her button down shirt. Many of the top buttons were undone, causing an eyeful of cleavage to loom just below my vision. I stared straight ahead into the bottom of her smooth neck. The dark brown straps of a mini sized backpack wrapped over her shoulders and under her arms.

"Hi there neighbor. Did you miss me?"

said that soft high pitched innocent voice that sent a pang of adrenaline through my body.

I craned my neck up slightly to see her pearly

white teeth as she grinned down at me with a big smile and a joyous look on her eyes as her torso gently rotated from side to side with her hands behind her back, thrusting out her proud chest towards me. I heard my saliva slide down my throat as I swallowed and backed up into my apartment.

"H...Hi... Clarissa..." I stuttered,

intimidated by this woman's size as she stepped towards me, towering above me.

"Wow, you really are tiny." she

whispered. "How did you get so small?" she said bluntly, stepping towards me.

"P... please... come in." I stammered.

She had already entered before I said that.

I heard her girly voice giggle at me as she

closed the door behind her.

"Uhhhhh... So..." I began, backing up

further away from her as walked slowly into the room.

"You're gonna show me around the... park

are you?" I asked meekly, gawking at her chest as her body turned from having closed the door, giving me a gut wrenching side profile of her size.

"Nice place you got here, Mitch." she

announced, ignoring me and looking around the apartment.

"Yeah. Thanks." I said, scratching the

back of my neck.

"It's a bit hot in here though." she

announced, raising her hands to her blouse as she stepped into the kitchen, exploring my apartment.

"Is it?" I asked, my knees feeling


"So, I guess we should be going right?

Before it gets dark." I said weakly, suggesting we get on our way.

"Hrmmm?" her voice hummed gently, her

body turning back towards me, showing me that she had undone a few more buttons on her shirt, exposing the cups of her bra and the material between them as she began to saunter towards me.

"God, she's big!" I thought to myself,

feeling intimidating by her mass approaching me.

"Did you say something?" she cooed,

bringing her body close to me. She seemed to really enjoy standing next to me. It made me feel uncomfortable, scared, but it aroused me in full. I felt myself stiffening as she brought her body so close to me.

"I said... We should... get... going

right?" I said slowly, backing away from her until my legs hit the back of my couch.

Clarissa grinned down at me with a knowing grin,

lifting my chin to look up at her.

"Gosh, you are sooo small. Look at

you." she whispered, her chest a short distance away from my neck, approaching me. I swallowed and began to sweat.

"I must look so big to you hrmmm?" she

asked in her innocent voice.

"Well uhhh... yeah." I said, stating

the obvious.

"Look at this," she said, stretching

her body up to its full height, thrusting her exposed cleavage inches away from the bottom of my chin, "You don't even come up to my chin. Ha ha." she laughed excitedly.

I felt Clarissa's hand slide through my brown

hair as if she was gently petting a cat. I felt myself begin to stiffen in my pajama pants.

"Oh WOW! COOL STEREO!" She said like

an excited teenager as she ran over to the stereo by my TV, tossing down her mini backpack and reaching into it to pull out a CD. She quickly stuffed it into my stereo and turned it on.

"Careful with that Clarissa. It's

expensive." I cautioned.

It was like this girl couldn't hear a word I

said. It was like I wasn't even there.

Some kind of music I wasn't familiar with filled

the air. It was an up-tempo dance type music with some kind of tribal drums giving a solid rhythm. I sat down on the couch to hide my hardening member and watched in horror as her skirt began to sway to the music. Her body began undulating skillfully and sexily as she used her body to move to the music, smiling at me, her look encouraging me to watch. I fidgeted on the couch as she whipped those sexy hips around causing her skirt to lift up occasionally. A few times it whipped high enough to show me a brief glimpse of her black panties that matched her bra. Clarissa knew how to use her body to get a guy's attention. Her chest heaved and bounced with her sexy undulations.

I was nearly drooling in my seat and she seemed

to really enjoy having me watch her. Having this voluptuous beauty dancing in my living room in a catholic school girl's uniform was more than erotic. I felt myself beginning to really tent in my pants, so I turned and looked away, adjusting in my seat to hide my erection.

I felt a huge weight settle on the couch next to

me, seeing Clarissa's huge body crawling towards me from the side of my vision. I squirmed in my seat, pressing myself into the corner up against the armrest, unable to stand up lest she see my raging boner.

Laying down on her back, her head slid into my

lap as it had the night before. I quivered and looked down at her big gorgeous head as it lay on my thighs, looking up at me with a playful smile. She reached up and pulled out her pigtails, letting her hair down as it spilled into my lap.

"So..." she breathed sexily, "Wattaya wanna do now, Mitch?" she cooed in that innocent high

pitched voice.

"Clarissa... You shouldn't be doing

this." I said through my increasing rate of breathing, which quickened when I felt her head turn in my lap.

I looked down at Clarissa who had turned

inwardly towards me, her lips faced into my crotch a few inches away from my stiff member.

"Let me... up Clarissa." I said,

feeling very weak in the knees, not wanting to shove her head away by force.

"He likes to talk a lot doesn't he?"

she cooed in a baby doll voice, talking to my penis, raising a fingernail to softly tickle it's underside with one gentle stroke.

"But we'll just ignore him won't we?"

she cooed, pressing her cheek and lips gently against my shaft through my pants so that her plush lips moved against me when she spoke. "Yes we will. Yes we will." turning her head from side to side, rubbing her face and cheeks against me.

"‘Cause I know, you're the one that's

really in charge here. Aren't you?" she continued speaking to my dick in that tone of voice, her lips brushing over me as her mouth caused me to stir.

I was scared and shaking in my seat, but my dick

was throbbing and pulsing with utmost intensity as I felt Clarissa's soft well manicured hands unbutton the fly on my pajama pants and fish through my pants, releasing my male member from its clothed prison. It twanged up into the air at full attention, this caused Clarissa to give an "Oooooooo" at it, her lips inches away from it pursed and blew a jet of cool air at it, causing it to twitch.

"That's right. I knew I could trust

YOU." she said to my throbbing cock in that innocent tone.

"Clarissa... Please, stop." I uttered,

ashamed at myself for letting this girl nearly half my age torment and tease me to the point of nearly erupting.

"Are you ready little guy? Yeah... I know

you are." she cooed in that baby doll voice.

Clarissa just stared at my penis in awe as her

long tongue stretched out from her lips and gave my shaft a long, slow, LICK, giggling at the way it twitched and shook against her tongue, smiling with a huge happy grin.

"Oooohhhh, Look at you shake. You like that

don't you?" she continued relentlessly before sticking out her tongue again and giving my shaft another big slow lick, this one even slower then the first.

I could hold on no longer, I let go of

everything. Sensing my orgasm with proficiency, Clarissa's wet moist lips wrapped around just my head and her tongue lashed out at the sensitive underside of it as she sucked on my dick like a straw, encouraging my orgasm. Her tongue kept gently sliding against my head and then sliding back into her mouth, tickling me beyond any orgasm I've ever had as her big lips never let go of my head. I unloaded shot after shot into her mouth which she happily and eagerly swallowed with sighs and moans.

"Mmmmm... Mmmmmm... Mmmmmm..." She

moaned as she drank my seed like it was the tastiest milkshake she had ever sampled, sliding her lips ever so slightly up and down on the sensitive top part of my dick. I was amazed at the amount of stimulation she caused with her lips only working my head and just less than a half an inch underneath it.

The change was rapid and unexpected, I felt her

lips growing around me, expanding around my penis's head, her head grew in my lap, slowly expanding. I began to panic with her head in my lap as I saw the couch grow around me, my environment slowly expanding. I grabbed her head and tried to push it off but her hands grabbed mine and forced them back onto the couch as her tongue continued coax my orgasm as it gently teased my head dancing side to side. I thought I was going to pass out as she tempted my dick to the point of almost painful orgasm. I was unaware that my dick could spew so much goo in a single orgasm. I continue to feel her head expand, my lap shrinking and shrinking as I looked down at her body that expanded, filling more of the couch. The already tight material of Clarissa's shirt pulled taut against her body, putting heavy strain on her buttons, causing a little bit of skin to show between them. Her cleavage swelled as her bra was no longer the right size to contain her ample bosom, pushing up and out, attempting to free themselves from their prison that was now too small. Her hair seemed to lengthen all around my lap, extending and falling all around me, brushing me ever so lightly as it slid over my unclothed arms. Her skirt rode up on her as her lower half joined the rest of her body in its expansion. The swells of her pert ass cheeks inflated under her skirt, lifting it up and exposing more of her tanned creamy upper thighs.

"Was I just shrinking? Or was she growing?

Or what the fuck?" My brain frantically panicked as my orgasm finally began to wane. Clarissa's lips slid all the way down my shaft. She just stayed like that, forcing me to remain in the wet smooth interior of her mouth for a few minutes while it felt like her tongue was cleaning me of all my semen. My shrinking seemed to slow to a stop as her lips slipped off my dick with an audible smacking noise.

Clarissa's head turned on it's back in my lap

and she stared up at me with a crooked smile, flashing her teeth at me like an animal, raising a finger to her wet shiny lips coyly. My body felt so damned weak.

"What... Have... You... Done?" I

asked, trying to catch my breath. "What's going on here?" I gasped, my eyes bulging out of my sockets as I took in my surroundings that were very real indeed.

I heard Clarissa's voice giggling her high

pitched giggle and I looked down to stare at her. Her clothes were definitely smaller on her, her breasts were bursting out of her bra.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" I cursed, pushing

her heavy body as far off of me as I could, which wasn't very far as I experienced a new and strange sensation of weakness coursing through my body. I only managed to move her a few inches, but it was enough for me to squeeze between her head and the side of the couch to stand up.

I turned around and backed away from her, in a

state of utter horror looking down at her oversized body strewn across the couch just smiling up at the ceiling and changing to a more comfortable position on the couch apathetically, her thighs crossing over one another sexily, causing her skirt to slide down and expose them a bit more.

My head panned left and right as I continued to

back up, my head spinning frantically looking left and then right, then left, then right. Everything was noticeably bigger and my feet backed into a stack of books, tripping me and making me fall back. I gazed up at the ceiling as everything seemed to move in slow motion. I felt my body lose all balance and go crashing into the floor. My head narrowly missed the wall and I landed on the carpet in the corner of the room, staring up at the painted ceiling in a great deal of pain.

"Ooohhh shit." I cursed in my daze. As

I lay there for a long while, I felt a shadow crawl across me as looming presence blocked the light. Clarissa stood with her feet apart and her hands on her hips at the end of my feet, smiling down at me. I drank in her presence with awe. Her huge proportions seemed even more incredible from my perspective on the ground. She said nothing, she just looked down at me with a playful smile, seeming to enjoy herself.

"Ugghh." I moaned, feeling myself

slowly recover from my fall, still feeling weak.

"Same time tomorrow, k?" I heard her

chirp, before turning around, her skirt fluttering up to give me another brief glimpse of her panty clad ass. I noticed that her panties were definitely smaller on her now, stretched more tautly and exposing more of the flesh of her perfect heart shaped bottom that was bigger than its previous size. I felt the vibrations of her heavy footsteps on the carpet as I heard the door open and close.

I lay there on the floor for another 5 or 10

minutes, my mind feeling traumatized.

The next day at work I felt paranoid that

everyone would notice my new size, but I was surprised to find it was apparently less obvious than I would have thought. When you're 4'11" and you shrink to 4'5", I guess maybe people still just see you as the exceptionally short person you already were. People still commented, but they didn't put 2 and 2 together outright. My clothes had gotten much baggier on me and didn't fit too well.

"He ya, boss." said Cheryl behind the

counter, having already opened the store. I looked at my watch and realized I was 10 minutes late.

"Hey Cheryl, how goes it?"

"Oh ok I guess, but I'm having a problem

with the ISBN's on the new... say... you look a little different today." she commented.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a little sick is

all." I responded. "I think maybe I'm losing some weight."

"Oh, well... You know what I do, I drink

Ginseng tea and have chicken soup whenever I'm feeling a little down and out." informed Cheryl.

Cheryl was old fashioned, and a fantastically

reliable employee. I tried to avoid contact with her as much as possible throughout that day.

"I'm gonna shelve this shipment that came

in Cheryl." I let her know.

"Oh, ok Mitch." said Cheryl in her old

slow voice.

I unloaded the box and marveled at the size of

the books, my hands now smaller as they gripped them, handling them less easily. The shelves were higher and I used the ladder more often then I would normally have to. Otherwise it wasn't that much of an issue. It isn't like it was life crippling or anything.

All day long I contemplated how the whole thing


"People don't just shrink." I said to

myself. "And on that note, people don't just grow bigger."

I knew there was foul play involved. Clarissa

was up to something. I had to avoid her at all costs, lest she shrink me down to an incapacitating size.

Setting my books down, I went to use the

bathroom. As I absent mindedly took a leak, I noticed that my dick felt sizeably bigger. I squeezed it gently in my hand and felt its weight. It definitely was bigger.

"Is it bigger? Or did it just not

shrink?" I thought. "Well at least not all of me is shrinking." I said, trying to look on the pathetic bright side of losing half a foot in height and a who knows how many pounds in weight.

I managed to go the whole day without hearing

anything about my new reduced size.

I walked down the streets, homeward bound.

Walking in the elevator, I began to sweat, crossing my fingers I wouldn't run into Clarissa, Milton, or Myrtle. Slipping into my apartment, I locked, bolted, and chained my door.

"SAFE!" I announced inwardly, feeling

a great load of relief.

20 minutes after I got home, I heard a knock on

the door. I clenched the arm rests of my chair in fear. I knew it was Clarissa. Who else would it be?

*knock* *knock* *knock*

My organs stirred as I sat in my chair, a

frightened child.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

I saw shadows crawling under the slit of the

doorway from the obstructed light.

*bang* *bang* *bang*

I began to sweat as I lay perfectly still.

*Kachunk* *Kachunk* *Kachunk* the sound of a

strong hand trying to force the door open.



My hands gripped the chair tightly, waiting for

it to pass.


It took at least 10 minutes before my adrenaline

wound down. Fear dominated my mind. I tried to think about anything else. I thought of my family growing up, playing catch with my dad, it eased my mind.

Finally when I began to calm in full, I saw

shadows under my doorway again, then a sheet of paper with a Polaroid stapled to it slid under my door. I heard high pitched giggling and the shadows disappeared.

Investigating, I bent down on my knees and

picked up the note and lifted it while I stood. I tore the picture from the note and held it in my right hand, holding the note in my left. I felt pangs of sexual arousal course through me the instant I looked at the picture.

The picture was a shot of Clarissa in a tight

blue bikini. The camera was looking down at her from above and all you could see was from her mouth down. Her lips were smiling sexily and her tongue was licking her lips, pointed towards the upper left corner of her mouth, curled at the tip. Her arms were squeezing her breasts together into what was the most gut wrenching display of cleavage I had ever scene. She was bursting out of her top. The worst part was that she had squirted what looked like suntan lotion onto a spot right above her cleavage, which had trickled down her chest in between her tits that were being squeezed together. There were several other splotches of lotion that had been splattered on her bust.

I gazed at the picture feeling hypnotized. I

felt my penis stiffening in my PJ's. I snapped out of it, shook my head, and raised the note in my left hand and read it. It only had 6 words written in big curvy feminine cursive.


washed me with an impending sense of doom. I crumpled the note and threw it in the trash.

I raised the picture above the trashcan to toss

it out. But when I held it over the trashcan, my fingers didn't let go. I pulled it away from the trashcan, took another glance at it, feeling my penis rise in my pants.

"No." I shook my head, holding my hand

with the picture in it above the trashcan again, but once again my fingers didn't let go. I stared at the picture yet again, imagining that the lotion had come from me, imagining that she was sliding me between those huge gorgeous tits of hers. My boner was throbbing now.


I dropped the picture and it flipped around and

fell to the floor gently beside the trashcan. My heart jumped through its chest as the noise had caught me by surprise. I saw the shadows under the door again.

"I knooowww you'reeee innnn

theeeereeee." called a sexy high pitched voice casually before giggling.


My heart was pounding like thunder, standing 10

feet away from a towering sexpot with a thin layer of wood separating us. I heard her turn the doorknob and try to open the door again.


I stood there in utter and complete silence,

then I saw the shadows move. I stood in confusion as Polaroid’s began sliding underneath the door left and right, one after the other. There must have been at least 12 of them in my apartment before they finally stopped, and the shadows disappeared. I heard a high pitched giggle echo out in the hallway.

Sitting down on the ground Indian-style I picked

up one picture and looked at it.

This one was a picture that was taken from

below. The camera peered up underneath Clarissa's short catholic schoolgirl's skirt as she bent over a chair, you could see her tight panties stretched across her cheeks, struggling to contain them. Her long legs seemed to stretch on for miles. I stared at the perfect contours of her ass and then set the picture aside, picking up another one.

The next picture was a close-up picture of her

huge smiling face, grinning into the camera with wild eyes. I set it down on top of the previous picture, making a neat stack before picking up another one.

The next picture contained Clarissa's body from

the waist up, giving the viewer a side profile of her body in the same blue bikini from earlier. Her mouth was wide open as she stared intently at the banana she was lifting to her mouth with a firm grip on the base. The banana seemed small in her hands. I set it on top of the others.

The next picture was very strange to me. There

was a G.I. Joe stood up on a countertop, with Clarissa's huge face looming inches behind it. Her lips were curved into a big smile, pulled back just enough to show a little bit of her pearly white teeth.

Then another close-up with the same G.I. Joe,

only this time it was a close-up of her big soft hand that made a fist around it with just its head, shoulders, and feet poking out of it.

The next was a close up picture of her chest,

wrapped in a red one-piece bathing suit that was at least a size too small, showing off how much she filled it out with her ample charms. I was especially taken by this one, feeling my breath quicken and my penis throb.

The next was a headshot of Clarissa's tongue

fully extended, lapping at a vanilla ice cream cone.

The next was another shot of her licking at the

ice cream cone, only this time her tongue was licking up some vanilla ice cream that had dripped down the side, eyeing the camera suggestively.

The next was a close-up of her big, plush,

puckered lips kissing the side of the G.I. Joe's head.

The next was the same G.I. Joe, only she was

kissing it between its legs.

The next was a full body shot of Clarissa

wearing short shorts white pajama shorts and an extremely tight pajama top that her chest pushed way out so that it didn't touch her skin below her bust, fully exposing her taut belly. You could see her big nipples through the material and she held a teddy bear dangling from her right hand as she looked at the camera with big puppy dog eyes.

The last one was a picture of Clarissa from her

neck to her bust, wrapped in a taut black dress that pushed her tits upward. You could see an arm that was stretched out to hold the camera as it took a picture of her gaping rack. Her other hand was pouring a small glass of milk in between her breasts, that splashed against them and slid across the skin of her chest.

My dick was so hard in my pants, I felt unable

to control myself. I picked up all the pictures, including the one that I dropped by the trashcan, and headed for my bathroom. I grabbed the tissue box and sat on the floor, laying out all the pictures around me. I wrapped a few tissues around myself and began jacking off without delay. I felt shame well up inside me as I completely gave in to the image of Clarissa.

I imagined myself being the G.I. Joe, the

Banana, the Ice cream cone. I imagined being the camera as I stared up at her ass under her skirt, bending over the chair. Then I thought of the picture with the lotion dribbling between her huge tits and I came viciously into the tissues with a moan.

"Ooooohhh." I moaned softly, enrapt in

complete pleasure. It didn't last long though. The pictures began to grow around me as the towel on the rack drifted higher above me along with everything else. The toilet grew and expanded, rising up and up, so did the sink.

"No! Nooooo!" I yelled, pounding my

fist against the ground.

"SHIT!" I protested out loud.

"Not fucking fair." I said to myself,

ashamed at what I had done.

I collected all of the pictures, stood up and

went to throw them all out. As I carried them into the living room, I saw a fresh new stack of pictures that had been stuffed underneath the door. This pile was even bigger then the one before.

"Bitch!" I said out loud, tossing the

pictures in my hand into the trash before sliding the new pile of pictures towards me to pick them up.

I caught brief glimpses of close up shots of her

cleavage in a tight red shirt, body shots of her wearing khaki shorts that barely contained her bulging butt, and more shots of her with the G.I. Joe, this time with it slipped between her breasts, her tit flesh spilling out over it while she held a huge happy grin on her face.

Frantically, I pilled the pictures into my hands

and carried them into the trashcan, trying not to look at them. I finally got rid of them all and went into my bedroom to read a book. I read till I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning having to take a

major leak. I walked to the bathroom and began urinating into the toilet. That was when I noticed it. My dick was even bigger. It was much larger in proportion to my body. I turned my hips from side to side to watch it flop against my skin.

"Holy crap, I'm really hung for somebody 4

feet tall." I laughed.

Then reality sunk in.

"But shit, I'm 4 feet tall." I

reminded myself with a frown.

I took a shower and prepared for work, finding

that my clothes were so baggy it made me look kind of silly. I improvised by cutting my smallest pair of jeans at the bottom, belting them at tight as possible. I took some cotton hang dry shirts and ran them in the dryer on high, shrinking them almost perfectly.

Proud of my efforts, I forgot my confidence as I

went out into my living room, seeing another fresh pile of Polaroid’s. Once again I scooped them up and threw them out, stealing glances at the highly erotic photography Clarissa was embellishing me.

I unlocked the door quietly, and opened the door

a squeak, peering out into the hallway, checking both directions before closing it behind me. I crept down the halls and took the stairs to be extra stealthy, leaving the building out the backdoor, even though it took longer to walk around. I felt slick.

Going into work wasn't as easy this time. Cheryl

noticed I was much smaller right off the bat. I had nothing to worry about though, it wasn't like she was going to turn me in for being really short.

"Boss! What happened to you?" she

asked in that withered old voice.

"Well, let's just say I've been feeling

down lately." I said sarcastically as I just walked right past her.

Cheryl was such a nice old lady, she didn't say

anything else about it, but she stared at me in awe, not believing her eyes.

She was so tall to me now.

Before this all began, she had only been half a foot taller than me at 5'5", but now she was a foot and a half taller then

me. When I spoke to her, I was mostly speaking to her chest.

My brain contemplated Clarissa, who I was sure

was much taller than Cheryl, how tall would she be compared to me? I slapped

the thought out of my brain and went throughout my day focused on work. It

rained that day and we actually sold a lot of books. The only downside was

getting poured on as I walked home without an umbrella.

I stealthed through the back entrance of my hotel and up the stairs. On the way

up, I ran into Milton who was descending.

"Oh HEY MITCH!" he said excited to see


"Hey hey... Milton." I said, trying to

match his excitement, though he was actually one of the last people I wanted to see.

"Man, Mitch, are you losing weight?"

he commented openly, being careful not to mention my height.

"What are you talking about Milton? Naw,

I'm fine. Anyway, I'm in a hurry, sorry to cut the conversation short." I said cutting the conversation and walking quickly passed him.

Milton just stared at me with a quizzical

expression on his face. I was more then eager to enter the safety of my apartment as soon as possible.

"What a doof." I thought, ascending to

my level.

I peaked out into the hallway before rounding

the corner. I walked quietly down the hallway to my room as I heard a door open and shut loudly. My shoulders raised as I quickly grew afraid, but saw it was just some guy I didn't know 3 doors down.

"Hey." he said passing me by. I nodded

back at him and continued down the hall.

When I got to my door, I went to unlock it, but

discovered it was already unlocked.

"You didn't lock it this morning. You

stupid bastard." my inner monologue said.

I creaked open the doorway ever so slowly.

*Creeeeeeeaaaaaak* it uttered as it moved open

at a snails pace.

A deathly silence filled the surrounding area. I

felt my breath quicken slightly as I took the first step in, hearing the sound of my foot contact with the ground as I placed it down and took another, stepping inside the doorway. Clearing the door, I looked inside my apartment. It was quiet and empty. I exhaled a sigh of relief.

I heard the door creak slowly closed by its own

accord, causing my stomach to lurch so hard I thought I might vomit.

*Crreeeeaaaaaaaaak* *Kerplunk*

The door closed shut. I didn't have to turn

around, I felt her body heat behind me. I heard the deadbolt lock, the chain rustle as it fastened against the door. Then I heard a footstep and a shadow loomed over me. I heard her deep breaths inhale and exhale slowly behind me. I smelled the sweet smell of perfume that assaulted my nostrils. It smelled like roses. I stood ever so still, frozen in place as I kept listening to her breathe.

The silence was broken by one of her girlish


"Why, you're even tinier then when I last left

you. Why is that I wonder?" she said softly, her tone of voice sounded like she was speaking to a small child.

My mind instantly thought of the shameful act of

me masturbating to her pictures. She knew what I had done without me even having said anything. I churned inwardly as I realized she knew exactly the effect her body had on me.

"But you threw out my pictures." she

said with a pouting tone, like an upset child.

"Why'd you do that Mitch? Didn't you like

them?" she cooed. "Hrmmm?"

I stood in silence, frozen with my heart beating

so fast I thought it might explode. My breathe quickened as I felt her take a big footstep behind me, feeling her body brush against the back of mine. Her hands rested on my shoulders as she gently pressed herself against me. I felt my head sink into her torso. My head wasn't even as tall as her chest anymore. It was only when I felt her lower herself slightly that I felt the heavy weight of her chest brush the top of my head, rustling my hair as she wrapped her arms around me. Her body felt so soft against mine, like a giant human pillow. I could almost hear her purring.

"You are SO tiny now. I can hardly believe

how cute you look." she giggled excitedly, twisting her body gently left and then right, turning me with her.

I tried to tune her out and plan an escape

in case she released me from her hold.

"The fire escape." I thought, "That's my only chance."

"You look as small as my old dog Scruffy.

He was so cuddly. I loved him so much." she cooed, apparently remembering fond memories.

"He would always get so frustrated around

me, I could tell." she said matter of factly.

"So when my parents weren't around, I would

take him in my big hand and stroke his little dick till it squirted all over my hand." she cooed, embellishing me in her story.

"Was she seriously talking about

masturbating a dog?" I thought, despite myself I found myself hardening at her story. Regardless, this entirely confirmed my suspicions of her mental stability.

"I loved the way it felt all over my hand,

it was so hot and gooey. It would ooze between my knuckles and down my wrist." she squealed and squeezed my chest as she kept talking.

"I had so much fun with Sparky I got

addicted to him. I would take him into the shed and play with him all the time, until eventually I was too much for him I guess. I'm not sure, but he started running away from me whenever he saw me. It really hurt my feelings, but I got used to it. I knew he still liked me. Well, maybe he didn't like me, but I know his little penis liked me, and I wanted to play with it, so I would chase him down, carry him into the shed, and tease him until one day, he had a heart attack and died. I was so sad." she said sounding extremely excited before she got to the sad part causing her to sob a bit.

"When we moved here 2 month ago, I knew I

had to find a new pet to play with," she said in a childish voice.

"The moment I saw you I KNEW that you were


"Why am I shrinking?" I interrupted

her with my weak small voice that was apparently diminishing with my body size.

"That's for ME to know, and YOU to find out

mister." she chided with her high pitched voice playfully, seeming to revel in her games. She seemed like an 18 year-old grown up child that hadn't given up her immature playful nature.

Clarissa's big strong hands began to turn me

around to look at her. I took a step back as I looked up, and up, and up at this colossal teenager that towered over me. I was eye level with her upper abdomen. She once again was wearing her school's dress code that was too small for her, only this time, I could see the blue material of a familiar bikini under her thin white shirt.

My eyes widened as I stood there with my boner

sticking out of my pants. My heart was still beating 1,000 times a second and my knees were so weak I thought they might buckle as they shaked and wobbled beneath me.

Clarissa smiled down at me, slowly sliding her

hands up and unbuttoning the 2nd button from the top slowly, then next, then the next. My knees began to wobble more as she released button after button until her enormous assets were set free, held tightly taut by the deep blue stretched material. Then her chest thrust out proudly forwards as she pealed her shirt off entirely, tossing it aside.

"So... are you feeling frustrated little

guy? Huh?" she asked in a high pitched voice like she was talking to a 3 year old.

I bolted. Every ounce of adrenaline coursed

through my veins as I ran for my life. My apartment seemed so huge as I ran through it. I jetted into my bedroom and headed straight for the window.

"At my height, I could squeeze through it

and go down the fire escape." I thought.

Almost plastering myself against the window, I

unlocked it and began to tug on it with all my might. I lurched and lurched, tugging with everything I had, but it didn't move. I heard giggling behind me and turned to see Clarissa's huge form filling the doorway, having removed her skirt, standing in all her glory and that tight blue bikini that glorified every curve on her body. She held a tiny bottle in her hand. She held up the tiny bottle and was wagging it at me, then tossed it at me.

Looking down on it I read the label

"Superglue". I reluctantly let go of the window and took a step away from it. I felt my knees weaken as she looked at me hungrily. There was only one way out, and it was through the doorway Clarissa stood in.

Feeling my helplessness, it was amplified as the

room shook with Clarissa's slow footsteps that sauntered towards me. I watched her every move as her big heaving breasts wobbled gently with her footsteps, her hips swaying back and forth. I gulped and wiped the sweat from my brow. She walked up to me and bent over, giving me an eyeful of cleavage as she leaned down to inspect me scrunching her face and smiling. Her eyes glowed into mine. She seemed so incredibly happy as she just looked at me for a short while before she stood up and scooped me up under my armpits and tossed me gently onto the bed. I had barely finished bouncing when her huge form was upon me. She was on all fours, crawling up me before she laid her upper body across my legs, resting her head onto stomach, inches away from my hard on. I felt the weight of her huge breasts through the soft material of her bikini pressing into my lower calves and ankles. The weight of her heavy upper body bore down on me. I knew she was far too heavy and strong for a man of my size to deal with.

A cool gust of wind made my penis twitch and

Clarissa giggled as she played with her toy. I dared not resist, she was so much bigger then me she could crush me like an ant. There was no escape, I was forced to let her play with me.

"Well this little guy isn't quite as tiny

as you now is he Mitch?" she joked, referring to my penis, which looked far too large for a man of my size. Breathing on it with her cheek pressed against my flesh, it twitched again. Then she took a finger and traced it languidly on the underside of the shaft. I thought I might come right then and there, my cock twitched time and time again, causing Clarissa to laugh with her high pitched voice.

"You're excited aren't you?" she cooed

at my dick. "Is it 'cause I'm so big?"

"I think you like having a big big woman to play

with you. Don't you?" she breathed.

"N... No..." I exhaled through a


"I wasn't talking to you." she said

plainly as if I was ignorant.

"Did you hear him interrupt our

conversation like that?" she cooed at my penis, giving the underside of my shaft a few pets with the pad of her big soft pointer finger.

"This girl was blatantly out of her

mind." I thought to myself, my fear of her increasing with my expanding knowledge of her unbalancedness.

"Mitch up there threw out our pictures,

didn't he? Yeah." she sympathized, sliding her finger up and down me, just barely touching me.

"But I know YOU liked them. Yes you did.

Yes you did. You're a good boy." She coaxed, stroking her finger up and down.

"Now I'm gonna make you feel sooo good. So

so good." she cooed, petting my dick with the palm of her hand, it was all I could take from coming right there.

I felt the heavy weight of her breasts lift off

my ankles and calves and slide up my legs. Clarissa grinned up at me with the happy ecstatic grin of a child in bliss. My brain fully accepted that this giant sexpot was borderline psychotic.

"Here we go." she cooed down at my

penis, lowering her gaping breasts towards them. My whole body began to shake.

"Oooooo, you're shaking. Look at you."

she cooed.

My oversized cock slid gently underneath the

thin string of material connecting those cups as she took me between her breasts, squeezing them together with her hands and squashing my dick in between them, completely engulfing them. I exploded instantaneously as her face looked up at me with an open smile of excitement. Her face scrunched up at me and giggled a high pitched girly laugh of ecstasy as she continued to push her breasts together, milking my penis for all it was worth.

"That's it. That's a good boy. Get it all

out. It feels so good in there. In between my big big boobs. Yes it does." she cooed.

I saw my seed just barely spill out of her

cleavage, the rest of it contained between her massive globes as she slid them up and down me.

I braced myself as I knew what was about to


The patterns on the bedspread expanded and grew

in my vision, the pillows grew, the ceiling crept higher, the bed expanded and grew longer.

"Nooo!" I gasped.

"YAY!" she cheered in her girly voice

as she lay on top of me, resting her weight on me that grew heavier and heavier as I saw her head slide up my body though she wasn't moving. Her head blew up like a balloon, her lips expanding and growing plusher and sexier. Her whole body inflated with muscle and curvy flesh that made her even sexier in all the right places. I felt her flesh slide against mine as it grew and expanded, it was enough to keep my dick twitching and spasming, even though it was no longer spewing my seed. My hips bucked and humped into the enormous expanse of Clarissa's bosom, she loved every minute of it. I felt her boobs grow and cover more of my body as I was lost in complete ecstasy.


"Oopsie." giggled Clarissa, sitting up

from her position lying against my miniature body.

The top of that blue bikini slid off her,

exposing her full and proud nipples that were proud and erect. I was struck dumbfound as I gawked at her oversized naked breasts on full display. Clarissa seemed to absolutely bask in the attention I gave to her. She was sliding both her hands up and down my body languidly, smiling as I stared at her chest. We went on like this for 5 minutes at least, with me just staring at her breasts that wobbled as she passed her hands up and down my legs, torso and chest. Her hands were so huge now, they felt incredible against my body.

"I can't believe this is working so

well." said Clarissa matter of factly, reaching her arms above her head and stretching, pushing her chest out proudly. Her stomach was now showing muscle definition and ab muscles that looked rather strong, her arms looked more taut and fit too, come to think of it so did her legs. Not only was she taller and bigger, she was more muscular, too.

"I wanna go check something." she said

real quick, standing up from the bed and walking off. As she did her finger slid under the back of the stretchy material of her bikini bottom, lifted it back, and snapped it back against her ass, causing it to jiggle slightly before it froze, displaying it's firm muscular tautness. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she walked away.

The second she left the room, I tried to get up.

I felt so very weak and tired, I didn't have much strength. I absolutely grunted getting myself to my feet. I picked up a paperweight and threw it at the window, hoping to god it would break.


I had thrown it with all my strength, but the

power behind it was a pathetic shadow of what it would have been if I had been fully grown. It hardly even left a crack on the window, just a faint scuff. I sprinted out the bedroom down the hall, but to anyone watching it would have looked like a little kid jogging slowly. I huffed and puffed and got to the front door. My hands shaking, I reached up and up to undo the deadbolt. I twisted the doorknob and pulled it open.

*Kachunk* the door caught on the chain

Frantic, I closed the door and tried jumping up

to undo the chain, but it was too high. My fingers just barely grazed underneath it.

*thump *thump* *Thump* *THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP*

I felt the floor begin to shake beneath my feet

and heard footsteps while I kept trying to jump up and undo the chain to no avail.

I was lifted up into the air so fast it felt

like my stomach was still close to the ground trying to catch up. I was turned around by two huge hands that wrapped around my torso and handled me as easily as a small child. I was looking forward into the hugest face of any person I had ever seen. Clarissa's head must have been twice the size of mine as it smiled at me.

"You've been a very naughty little

boy," she said shaking her head side to side.

"We're just gonna have to make you smaller

so you can't run away." she said in her high pitched voice that seemed vibrate my body slightly when it spoke so close to me.

"No... Oh please no..." I pleaded,

shaking in her grasp.

Ignoring my plea, I was carried over to the

couch in the living room and held to her body as she sat down on it with me in her lap. My head didn't even come up to her naked chest. I felt her giant hands slide across my thighs and cup my flaccid penis. She began fondling me with her soft touch.

"No more Clarissa, please, I'm a shrimp.

Don't do this." I cried, but she didn't stop. I felt her lean over a bit, which caused the bottoms of her breasts gently brush the top of my head.

"Hrmmm, this thing seems to be soft."

she said, thinking out loud, saying that as if it had never happened before.

I squirmed and turned in her grasp, but she just

squeezed me against her body, holding me in place without effort. Her hands continued to fondle me, but I still wasn't getting hard. Perhaps it was because I had orgasmed such a short time ago, or perhaps it was because I was scared shitless.

"Hrrmmpphh." scoffed Clarissa, as if

trying to think. I was delighted at this short-lived feeling of triumph over this titaness.

"What's the matter baby?" She cooed

down at me, lifting me up and draping me across her naked oversized chest which fully encompasses my upper thighs, crotch and stomach as she draped my head just over her shoulder so she could whisper into my ear.

"Don't you want to help Clarissa get

bigger? Hrmmm?" she whispered sexily in that high pitched voice.

"NO!" I yelled.

"Oh... I think my little pet wants to see

me get bigger. Bigger and bigger and BIGGER." she announced softly, speaking to me like a toddler.

"NO!" I repeated, feeling Clarissa

squirm against me, sliding those heaving breasts across me.

"Oh yeah, so big. And he'll get so small,

so tiny. That way I can take care of him. Take care of his every need. ‘Cause he'll be so helpless. Yeah." she cooed down at me as she rocked me against her bosom.

"Please... No!" I yelled, feeling myself

hardening against her enormous tit. This caused a peculiar sensation this time, I felt myself becoming weak and tired, just like after my last orgasm. I felt myself going slightly limp in her grasp. I realized the problem might have been that my penis was now really big proportionately to my size as I felt blood rushing into it.

I heard laughing in my ear.

"I can feel that. You like it when I tease

you best don't you?" she heckled, giving her breasts an added shake.

"Just imagine it Mitch. I'd be so big I

could pick you up like a little baby and cuddle you to my big big breasts. Then I could squeeze your dick in my big huge hands. Oh god, it would feel so good." she continued relentlessly in that baby doll voice, starting to lick me between sentences.

"Just imagine my big hand squeezing you,

milking you, lifting you up to my lips to swallow your cum." she stopped to give me ear a long slow lick with her soft wet tongue.

"I love cum." her tongue now speeding

up, lapping my ear like a cat and thrusting itself into my ear.

"I love YOUR cum." she told me,

kissing my ear and licking my neck.

"All I wanna do is drink your cum."

her tongue lapping against me.

"And make you cum all day long, so I can

drink your cum and swallow it down my BIG throat." her tongue finally stopping as

I felt her lips smile against my ear, breathing into it heavily.

I grew dizzy as the blood finished pumping into

my oversized dick, which was now standing at full salute between my legs, pressed against her naked boob. I couldn't look down to see how big it had gotten in proportion to my body, but it felt enormous.

"That's much better." she chirped,

lowering me back into her lap and pressing me into her as her right hand grasped my erection.

Looking down at myself above her huge creamy

thighs, I guessed that my penis was exactly the six and a half inches it had always been. It was my new shrunken body that made it seem so huge to me, giving the illusion of growth. I was surprised to see her hand still couldn't completely wrap around the whole length. My head poked out from her fist as she began pumping me up and down.

"Cla...rissa... do... don't.. you..."

I stuttered, becoming overcome with arousal.

"There we go... There we go..." she

coddled, pumping me faster and faster.

It didn't take long. I exploded into her hand

just after she took her other hand, formed an open palm, and held it over the tip of my penis, catching my seed as it dripped off her palm and back onto her other hand. She cooed and coddled into my ear words of encouragement the whole way through.

"Noooooo!" I yelled.

"Yes!" She cackled.

I felt her body sliding upwards across the back

of my head, her thighs expanded beneath mine, her hands grew around my engorged penis as it spewed and twitched. She was now squeezing the base of my erection with the top of her other hand just lightly touching the tip of my head, trying to coax out just one last bit of come hopefully. She scoffed as I didn't cough up anymore juice.

"Tsk... Is that all?" she asked


I noticed that her thighs weren't growing when I

compared them to the couch. This time she hadn't grown at all, not that she needed to. It was me that was shrinking, and me alone. Clarissa's body was stacked to begin with, and having been blown up on those 2 occasions, her breasts were now a great deal bigger then the double D's she started with, but I had no way of knowing how big exactly

As she let go of my cock and began to tease it

with her fingers playfully toying with me, I took in its new size. It hung almost half the way down to my knees, which made me look like some ridiculous porno star in length and girth.

I was lifted into the air so that my deflated

penis and ball sack rested in front of her mouth. Her tongue lashed out to lap at my genitalia, cleaning my shaft and balls with her giant mouth. Then she lowered all of me into her. Her warm wet mouth and tongue felt glorious all around me. She pulled me out with a wet popping noise of suction.

Setting my feet down on the couch, Clarissa

laughed as my knees buckled and gave and I fell into the couch, crawling gently into a comfortable position.

"Yup, pretty soon you won't be able to

function without me, Mitch," she informed me.

I looked up at her big incredible body, judging

it to be around twice my size.

"You'll need me to feed you, to bathe you,

to keep you clean, to dress you, and to please you. Without me, you'll be a helpless little tiny man." she said dominantly.

"Clarissa, I feel s... so... weak." I

said meekly.

"Pretty soon you won't be able to move very

much whenever you get an erection. I'm sure you noticed it isn't shrinking with the rest of you. All the blood will rush into it and you'll lose a lot of muscle control. You will be too week to even jack yourself off. Hahaha." she laughed in a psychotically excited manner.

"You'll need me for release. You'll beg me

for it." she said, sounding dark and controlling.

"You'll need me for everything. Just

imagine it. You getting so small and so helpless. I'll be able to do whatever I want with your tiny body." She announced.

"Oh well, for a shower." she chirped,

picking me up, standing, and trotting off to the bathroom.

I marveled at how light I was to her and how

easily she controlled me. She grabbed a bag from the bedroom and carried it into the bathroom and set me down on the toilet seat, closing the door.

"Now don't you go running off. If you do

I'll just have to punish you," she said with a wink.

Clarissa pealed off that blue bikini bottom and

stood before me naked, walking over to turn on the shower, one that looked too small for her. I was guessing her to be around 6'6 or so. She tested the water with her hand as it cascaded down, then climbed in.

I watched in awe as she soaped down all of her

curves. Her body was the most exquisite female form I had ever laid eyes on, and from my shrunken perspective, it was bloated out of proportion to be almost uncomprehendable. My brain wanted to explode.

Soon she finished, and came out of the shower

dripping wet. I drooled as I watched her shiny body grab a towel and rub herself down. It was a highly erotic display to see her passing that large towel up and down her thighs, over her heaving naked breasts, up and down her toned and muscled arms. She rubbed her hair with vigor and folded the towel back up and draped it nicely on the rack.

Reaching into her black bag, Clarissa first

pulled out a pair of black satin panties that looked to be a perfect size for her Amazonic body. She stood up and grinned at me as she stretched them out in her hands before stepping into them and sliding them up her legs. Then she reached back into her bag and pulled out a matching black satin bra. Watching her fasten and adjust it into place was an incredible sight indeed, the flesh at the tops of her breasts jiggled as she cupped the bra her hands, adjusting it against her and pushing her cleavage upwards.

Stopping for a moment, she looked down to admire

her form in her underwear, looking over at me with a sly grin, raising her eyebrows up and down once as she posed with her hands on her hips.

Clarissa continued to dress and pulled out a

clean new white shirt that was her school's uniform. She slid her arms into it and began to button it up, leaving the top 3 buttons open so that I could see her cleavage. Then she fished out one of her blue and green plaid skirts and put that on as well. Apparently she had purchased a larger size, but after growing again earlier today, it now looked too small for her as it had the day before when she had given me a blowjob.

I didn't understand how she had grown after

making me cum between her tits on the bed, but she didn't when she had forced my orgasm with her hand on the couch. The only consistency was that I was shrinking and my dick wasn't. I was entirely confused about the whole process and it made no sense to me as I attempted to figure it out. I wanted answers. I boggled these things in my mind, but was snapped out of it when Clarissa finished dressing and got down on her knees.

With me on the toilet and her kneeling before me

on her knees, she was still taller then me. I gazed forward at her chin and lips as her white perfect teeth displayed themselves to me in a big fat smile of childish glee. She was pulling her arms back behind her head and doing something with her hair, which caused her chest to lurch forwards toward me, heaving with her breaths just below my vision. I stared down at the shamelessly, not taking my eyes off them as the inflated and deflated with each giant breath, her cleavage swelling and falling, swelling, and falling.

"Ok Mitch. I have to get home soon before

Daddy comes home." she chirped in her high pitched voice. I looked up to see she had done up her hair in those devilishly cute pigtails.

"Oh... ok." I said, trying to hide my

glee at the thought of her leaving me alone.

"Finally? Finally she's going to leave? No

way I was that lucky." I thought to myself. I turned out to be right.

"So I want to milk you one last time before

I go home." she whispered.

"But I'm tired Clarissa. How about we call

it a day?" I said meekly, feeling intimidated by the large size of her head and chest, looming so close above me. I feared she would descend on me and gobble me up she looked so huge.

Clarissa didn't respond, she just shook her head

from side to side in silence, her smile grinning from ear to ear with her lips closed.

Clarissa's head was twice the size of mine as it

lowered towards my lower abdomen. When it was inches away from my thighs and crotch, she looked up into my eyes, grabbed my hands into hers and whispered.

"Now I'm gonna show you why they call them

handle bars." she informed me, lifting my hands gently up onto her pigtails. Her hands squeezed mine into fists around the base of her pigtails and held them there as her mouth descended against my huge limp penis.

"Oooooooooooo God." I moaned, feeling

her lips begin to mouth at me and kiss my flaccid penis, her hands still gripping me to her pig tails.

Then Clarissa went from gentle and slow to

ravenous and wild like an animal. Her mouth dived into my crotch and her tongue lashed out and lapped at my shaft, head and balls like it was a contest. My breath quickened instantly and I felt myself stiffening already.

I listened to the sound of my heart speed up as

my chest began to expand and contract with the increased pace of my breathing. I felt those big plush lips of hers take my head between them and kiss at my head over and over again causing loud kissing and smacking noises to fill the air before her whole mouth descended upon me.

"N... N... Nooo... S... Stop!" I

yelped, gripping her pigtails as hard as I could, I felt her hands leave mine to begin sliding up and down my naked thighs. I dare not let go of her hair as her head bobbed up and down violently between my legs.

"Mmmmmmrrrrffff." I heard her vocal

chords vibrate with her mouth full.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm." she cooed, moaning

with arousal as she devoured my manhood.

The blond hair of her head bounced and sloshed

around as I gripped her pigtails for life as my manhood was sticking straight up and throbbing in no time. This caused that familiar feeling of weakness as all my blood rushed into my engorged penis, only this time it was even stronger.

"Cla... Rissa... Don't.. P... Please."

I stuttered.

"Mmmmmmmmm." her loud moans echoed,

vibrating my dick as she hummed against it.

The technique her mouth and tongue used on me

was absolutely expert. I felt myself teetering on the edge of orgasm.

"MMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." her last

moan stretched on and on, vibrating my throbbing pole like an electric sex toy.

I felt myself get pushed over the edge. It was

way beyond any form of control I had to stop her. The pleasure she caused me was simply overpowering.

"Mmmmmmmmmm..." she vibrated again,

this time the pitch of her voice raising to a high pitched moan of approval as she tasted my seed sliding out my head.

The giant head bobbing in my lap did not slow

down for even a second. In its weakened state, I felt my body getting jerked around like somebody on a mechanical bull as I struggled to find the strength to hold onto her pigtails. As I shot load into her mouth, my grip faded and my hands could no longer hold on. Just as I let go, I felt Clarissa's big soft hand palm the back of my head, catching it and holding up as if she had been prepared for that minutes in advance.

I lay there limp in her hands, the flow of my

semen slowing to a halt, feeling my body course with pleasure as the enormous vixen between my legs finally began to slow her pace, her lips passing up and down my deflating shaft at a painfully slow rate, taking 10 seconds to go all the way down, then all the way back up. I felt myself lurch a few times at her change of pace.

I looked down at her lips passing up and down my

shaft, I saw her eyes open and gaze into mine like a psychotic killer looking into the peephole of a door just as you do. My body shook and jerked as her teeth lightly grazed my erection as she gave me a crooked grin.

"Oh yeah." she said, her voice muffled

by my large penis as she reveled in the sight of me shrinking that had already begun.

The lips and mouth wrapped around my dick didn't

feel like they were expanding, but I saw that they were growing bigger and bigger. This was because my dick managed to, once again, stay at the same size. I saw her seductive grin slowly expand in my vision, as did her nose, eyes, and hair. Her gorgeous head seemed to grow and grow and grow as I shrank and shrank and shrank. The toilet seat grew and grew underneath me, causing my ass to slide against the hard surface of it. The sink on my left lifted higher above me and the tiles on the wall stretched to a new size.

I panted in fear and weakness, having trouble

moving much. I knew I had lost a lot that time.

*Pop* the sound of my dick slipping from the

suction of Clarissa's lips.

"Oooohhhhh Yeeeahhh. That was a GOOD one.

Hahahaha." she laughed in her high pitched girly voice that sounded like it was speaking through a megaphone as it spoke so close to me.

My breathing was so heavy that I couldn't get

all the oxygen I would have wanted. Clarissa lifted up my body like a limp rag doll, cradling it with her huge soft hands.

I almost threw up with the sensations of vertigo

from being lifted so quickly. I gazed at the sheer size of her heaving breasts from my new perspective as my head was brought closer and closer to them. I peered into the plunging neckline between those two massive mammaries as they inched towards me. I knew my limp helpless body would be squashed against them.

"Shhhhhhhhhh." I heard a voice echo

ever so softly as I drifted off into darkness.

Everything went black.


The material beneath and around me was so soft

and comforting. I woke up in a huge soft bed wearing a pair of toddler's fire truck underwear and a tiny white T-shirt that fit me rather well. I looked up at the lacey frilly pillows and saw 3 Teddy bears carefully placed on top of them so they were all sitting up. The sheets below me had flowers on them. I was in an extremely feminine room. Everything about it was girly. The walls were covered in pink wallpaper with flowery designs of tulips and roses and dainty patterns. There was a jewelry box on the dresser, a large mirror, and a music box. The smell of roses in the air was pungent. The room smelled like Clarissa.

Everything was so huge, the biggest teddy bear

on the bed even seemed to be as big as me. I guessed I couldn't have been much more than 2 feet tall. I looked down and saw my disgusting penis hanging two thirds of the way down to my knees. I shook my hips a bit and watched it wobble, both in awe and disgust.

"What kind of a person would do this to

somebody?" I asked myself.

"Clarissa? Are you home?" I heard

Milton's voice boom outside approaching Clarissa's room.

Panic instantly washed over me and my survival

instincts kicked in, I rolled off the bed to the side far from the door and dropped to the floor softly.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"Clarissa?" Milton asked right outside

the door.

I rolled my body underneath the lacy covering of

the bed that almost touched the floor. I bumped into some kind of folder as I slid across the carpet, but the noise I made was hardly audible even to me.

*Creeaaaaaak* I heard the door open slowly.

"Clarissa?" repeated Milton's doofy

voice. I lay perfectly still under the bed.

*Creeaaaak* *Kaclick* the door shut softly.

I looked at the folder I had bumped into under

the bed that was half the size of my body. It had the words "Trexiclin 520 Test Subject #1" written across it in big black permanent marker. I pushed it out from under the bed. Once out from underneath the bed, I opened the huge front of the folder to see a stack of papers, some of them having Polaroid’s attached to them. I looked at the first page of the stack.

[Day 1,] it read. I stared with wonder at the

first Polaroid as was a picture of what appeared to be a younger, smaller, version of Clarissa. I couldn't tell how old she was, but she didn't seem nearly as tall as when I had first met her. She was standing next to a bulldog that was white with brown spots and she smiled into the camera.

[Project initiation date 8-23-2004] I read from

the upper right corner.

"Wow," I thought, "that was less

than a year ago."

"THERE you are." I heard Milton's

voice say outside in another room.

"Hi daddy!" I heard Clarissa's soft

voice chirping.

Hearing her nearby made me cringe in fear, but I

was compelled to read this file, suspecting it to be important.

[Today I inoculated the test subject and found

that the predicted results occurred. The subject seems to have lost around 12% of its original body mass everywhere except for its penis and testicles. I was surprised to observe how much mass I gained, growing roughly 3 inches in height, and gaining 17 pounds in weight.]

I turned the first page over and looked at the

next one. The top was labeled [Day 2]. I glanced down at the Polaroid to see that Clarissa was indeed about 3 inches taller. Not only was she taller, but she did seem bigger in all the right places, her girlish teen chest was now a bit heftier, having gone from a B-cup to somewhere around a C, maybe even a bit bigger I dunno. It was hard to tell from just the photo. Regardless it was easy to discern that she had grown all throughout her body.

"I was just in Mommy's lab, Daddy."

said Clarissa's voice softly and sweetly, her voice being heard gently through the walls.

"Oh, right, of course." replied

Milton, pretending to know everything about his daughter.

"I think you should..." their

conversation was a bit muffled to hear all of it. I turned my interest back to the file as I suspected they were moving further away from the room I was in.

[After the second inoculation, I experienced the

same growth in mass as I had from the first. Subject shrank seemingly the same amount as the last time as well.]

I looked down at the photograph to see Clarissa

as I had known her from the very first day I met her. She stood beside her now shrunken dog with her brand new DD cup chest thrust proudly in a thin white T-shirt. You could see her nipples through the T-shirt if you looked closely, but I decided it'd be a bad time to get distracted and turned the page.

[Day 3, the subject continues to shrink as you

can see. In this picture it is readily evident that its genitals show no sign of reduction. Its loss of mass seems to be consistent being roughly 12-13% of its original body mass. The experiment seems to be going well, although today I gained no mass and I cannot discern why.]

I began flipping through the pages left and

right, seeing Clarissa's dog get smaller and smaller, while she remained at the size she was in the 2nd picture. She sure loved her dog alright, several pictures were of her coddling it to her huge bosom as it tried to squirm away from her grasp with a look of panic on its face. The disgusting part was that the dog's privates never shrank, making it look more than bizarre. I flipped all the way to the 8th sheet, the last one in the first stack of papers.

[Day 8, Today my experiment ends. The subject

seems to have stopped shrinking now, ending with his genitals being roughly a little less than half his entire body mass. I don't fully understand why he stopped shrinking, but there appears to be a plateau. All in all the experiment has been a great success.]

I turned to the next page.

[Scientific Conclusions/Questions: I still don't

understand why the inoculations only made me grow twice or why the subject eventually stopped shrinking.]

[Side Effects: An unexpected side effect

included extreme muscle fatigue whenever the subject became aroused. Apparently this is caused by the re-location of the subject’s blood into the genitals. Other side effects included increased sensitivity of the penis and dizziness. These are only the short term side-effects, there may be long term ones that I am so far unaware of.]

I turned to the next page.

[Trexiclin 520 Applicator Details and


I glanced down the page to see diagrams of what

was some kind of liquid-gel applicator. There were diagrams on how to use it too. Inoculation was performed by applying the gel to one's skin, which would then have to rub against the male organ before making it ejaculate. One could use their hands, mouth, lips, feet, whatever, it wasn't important. The gel lasted an hour or two after applying it.

I flipped through the rest of the file and came

across a news paper article in the very bottom of the stack of papers that was dated 9 months ago.

[Clarissa Huckleberry, the daughter of the

famous 1997 Hudson's Prize Winner Myrtle Huckleberry has been taken under the care of a mental institution after using herself as a test subject in a dangerous scientific experiment. Ms. Huckleberry seems to have suffered severe mental damage and has become highly unstable. Once a bright promising young mind the world expected to see extraordinary things from, Ms. Huckleberry has regressed into what can only be described as a grown up child. Ms. Huckleberry's parents feel confident that they can find a cure and assist her in recovery, but medical authorities claim her brain to have been permanently damaged.]

This article did nothing to comfort me. I

dropped it in the file, closed it and shoved it back under the bed.

I heard footsteps approaching and froze

underneath the bed, hiding in the shadows.

*Creeeeeaaaak* *Kaclick* the door of Clarissa's

room opened and close, the footsteps were coming closer, whoever it was was right next to me.

I saw the underside of the bed that was the

ceiling above me cave downwards as a large weight settled onto the bed above, causing the springs in the bed to let out a soft creaking sound.

Being as silent as I could be, I didn't move a

muscle. The silence lasted a few minutes, but it seemed like an eternity to me as I cowered in the shadows under the bed in fear. Most likely, Clarissa was lying on the bed above me. Clarissa the mental patient, Clarissa the bloated overgrown sex goddess with a mind that had a 13 year old's maturity level and an 18 year old genius intellect. I wasn't even sure what exactly was wrong with her. All I knew is that the experiment had messed her up. No doubt using the Trexiclin 520 again as me as her subject was not a smart move on her part.

"I knoooow your innnnn heere." her

voice said softly and sexily.

Already I was fighting sexual thoughts. She

hardly had to speak and sex would just shoot into my mind. I began combating recent memories with my brain, fighting not to think about the time I held onto her pigtails with her huge head in between my legs, trying not to think about the time she brought me to orgasm almost effortlessly between those huge breasts of hers, and absolutely trying not to remember the time she made me cum so violently between those plush lips of hers.

"Do you like you're new room? You're going

to live with me now." her high pitched voice spoke above me.

"Oh I'm so so happy, Mitch. We're all

alone, you and me. This is my dream come true. I have you all to myself. Now I can play with you all day. Take care of you. Oh god, it's almost too much." her girly voice squeaked with utter and complete joy. There was no doubt that she was both mad, and truly as ecstatic about kidnapping me as she was expressing. I heard her tremendous body shift, causing the springs to squeak gently as her weight shifted.

"I have no chance of escaping." I thought to myself. "No chance at all." my mind echoed.

"If I run for the door right now, she'll

grab me. I'm far too short to open the door and there's no way I could get a footstool in time." my mind contemplated.

I crawled to the other side of the bed closer to

the door and peered underneath the lacy material of the bed to see into the room, peering across the carpet that seemed like it stretched on and on and on. Seeing all of the room's furniture and objects, I judged my top sprinting speed would seem like an infant's.

Hearing the springs creak once again, an

enormous up side down head appeared instantaneously in front of me as fast a serial killer leaps around a corner to surprise an unknowing victim. My whole body jerked and I banged my head on the underside of the bed, causing me to fall face first into the carpet in agony. I felt hands covering my whole torso as they wrapped around me and slid me out from underneath the bed, causing a slight rug burns on my legs. I felt air pass by me and rush against my skin I was lifted around effortlessly, feeling the change in height and position as I was plopped down onto a bed face first right below on of those huge pillows. I bounced up and down a bit and ended up with my face plastered into the soft white flowery sheet material, causing my vision to be dark until I turned my head to the right to see a white wall and 2 or 3 feet of the bed. I pushed myself up with my arms and rotated onto my back and looked the other side to see the most terrifying sight I had ever seen.

Strewn across the expanse of the couch was

Clarissa's enormous curvy body propped up on one elbow peering down at me. Wearing her school uniform, her tight white button down shirt was wrapped tightly around her chest with just the top few buttons unbuttoned, giving me a eyeful of the top of her cleavage being squished together, as they bulged out of her top, large in proportion to her titanic body as they fell gracefully onto the bed to my right. Her huge enormous head was directly to my right looming above me as I listened to her breath and watched her chest rise and fall, rise and fall. Her legs were bent up sexily far below me, showing off a great deal of those creamy thighs from underneath her skirt. I felt myself becoming aroused despite my terror that caused my body to shake and quiver slightly.

"There you are." Her high pitched

voice echoed throughout the room and my body. She placed a huge finger on my chest and began tracing circles on it playfully, my eyes still glued to that heaving chest of hers.

"He he," she giggled, "You're

staring down my top, Mitch. Do you like what you see?" she cooed sweetly down at her toy, her finger sliding up and down my torso and across my arms, playing with me.

"Please... Stop..." I stammered, my

voice shaking with fear.

"Stop what, Mitch?" she chirped

playfully, taking purposefully deep breathes. I couldn't take my eyes off her chest, they were positively hypnotic as they rose and sank, rose and sank, rose and sank.

"You..." I began before I felt it. I

felt my body tingling, my muscles growing weaker as the blood rushed into my loins.

"Oh, No!" I gasped, causing Clarissa's

booming girly voice to chuckle above me, still lightly tracing her pointer finger across

my chest.

"What's wrong, Mitch?" she asked

innocently as her finger lifted up from my body and gracefully began to unbutton her shirt, popping free a few straining buttons, revealing all of the gaping cleavage that was bursting out of her bra as her body surrounded my right side.

"Oh, god." I gasped, feeling more and

more of that weird tingling feeling. My hard on seemed to drain my body of it's vital energy as it thickened between my legs and began to rise under my fire truck underwear. I already felt like I could hardly lift my arm.

"No! Stop!" I yelped, pushed myself up

but not raising more then 3 inches before a big soft palm placed itself firmly on my chest and torso, spanning it entirely as it effortlessly held me pinned to the bed. Using her left arm to prop herself up on her elbow, she used her left hand to hold me still while her other hand traced her index finger down her neck, slowly drawing big circles above her breasts before it gently slid across the very tops of her bulges teasingly.

"Do you like looking at them?" she

cooed. I simply breathed heavily into the air.

"Ohhhhhh," she cooed "Look at how

hard I'm making you." she informed me as her finger slid gently between the very top of her cleavage, then sliding back up out to her neck, then sliding back between and rubbing it around in small circles between those huge heaving tits that were bulging out of her bra.

"Don't..." I gasped, so much blood was

gone, and I was so aroused, speaking was more than an effort.

Clarissa laughed and brought her soft finger up

to my manhood that was pointing straight up into the air and gently ran her touch from the bottom of the shaft to the underside of the head before withdrawing. This caused me to rise to a full salute. She yanked my underwear off and tossed them across the room and I was aghast at how huge my penis was. It must have reached all the way to my sternum, and was thick and red. She unexpectedly tore my small T-shirt slowly up the middle and pealed it off me.

I saw her lips lower close to my penis, pursing

their soft red lushness to blow a soft gust of wind on it, sending a shiver down my spine and making her giggle playfully. She blew another gust at it, making it twitch, then another, laughing each time at my reaction. She seemed to like to stare at my penis, as if mesmerized by it, but she was almost as fond at staring at my face to read my reactions, seeming to revel in my arousal.

"There. Doesn't that feel good?

Hrmmm?" she cooed down at me like she was speaking to a baby.

"D... Don't..." My mouth was full of

air as I tried to speak.

I felt massive weight shift off of the bed as

Clarissa stood up. I stared at her huge body as it walked over to her dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out a clear bottle and sauntered back over.

Struggling in my position, I couldn't really

muster the strength to lift my body up. I could sort of turn it slightly from side to side and lift my arms up a bit, and my legs could move around slightly, but that was about it. I stared up at the enormous dick that was attached to me and cursed it for being the source of my weakness.

"This is disgusting. I must look like a

human dildo." I thought to myself, feeling shame and pity welling up inside me for being so helpless.

I bounced on the bed slightly as Clarissa

settled her weight back onto it in the exact same position.

*Snap* the sound of a bottle opening. Clarissa

sat up and squirted some oil in between those great bulging breasts of hers before lying back down next to me.

"Look Mitch. I made a mess." she

whispered as she began rubbing the oil all over the cleavage of her breasts as they were squashed together.

"Ooooo, that feels nice. Look at

that." she cooed, smearing the oil all over her, making her bosom shine and reflect light as her hand slid smoothly over and between them.

Clarissa didn't bother using her hand to pin me

to the couch anymore, she knew I couldn't move.

"Gosh, now my hand is all slippery

Mitch." she said innocently, her eyes bearing down on me with a huge grin as her fist wrapped around my giant stiffy, pumping it once up and down ever so slowly before stopping. I felt myself shudder, my orgasm already building.

"This was Sparky's favorite part." she

whispered, her hand passing up and down me again. I felt cool oil being squeezed onto my massive erection from above as her hand pumped against me again painfully slowly, smearing the oil into me.

I squirmed and flailed, causing my arms to lift

mere inches off the floor.

"See? You're too weak now. You need me to

do it for you." she said matter of factly in an immature tone.

All of a sudden, her fist sped up, very fast. It

began to pump and pump and pump against me.

"Oohhh." I gasped, my breath quickened

to the point that it sounded like I was running a marathon.

Clarissa's voice cooed and coddled above me,

giggling between her words of encouragement.

"Ohhhhh shhhiitttt!" I yelled, her

fist quickly bringing me to the verge of orgasm.

The sloshing wet noises of the oil on my dick

stopped all of a sudden, her hands letting go of me and tracing her fingers up and down my legs. I lurched as I had been denied orgasm.

"Uuuugghhh!" I yelped, causing Clarissa

to giggle again, smiling down at me, those shiny breasts expanding and contracting beneath me under her tight white shirt. Her own arousal was obvious as she breathed heavily in her shirt, her eyes twinkling with excitement as she played with her toy.

Clarissa waited a moment and then traced her

finger up and down the underside of my shaft languidly. It felt incredibly stimulating. She would linger at the spot right below my head, tracing circles around it with her slippery oily finger. Pretty soon her hand began to pump me slowly again, filling the air with the mushy noise of her oily ministrations. Her hand was moving so slowly against me that it took 10 seconds to slide all the way up and down my shaft. Pretty soon it began her super fast technique against, pumping the life out of me in her firm grip. Feeling my orgasm quickly pulse, her hand instantly slowed back down, passing up and down me painfully slow once again. Then it sped up again, bringing me to what I finally thought would be my orgasm, only to let go of my completely and coo down at me.

"This... Is... Not... Right..." I

panted, this made her giggle with joy as her fingers began to trace up and down my length again, blowing purses of wind down at me.

Laying partially paralyzed against the bed,

Clarissa stopped touching me all together, watching me with a fixed intense gaze like she was watching the most suspenseful movie she had ever seen, obviously enthralled with what was happening. I squirmed gently under her gaze, both unable to escape this giantess, and unable to finish myself off.

"Ohhh look at you squirm, you're so

CUTE." she coddled, touching my cheek with one of her huge oily fingers.

The oil smeared on my face. I managed to muster

all my strength to barely wipe it off with my hand. I lifted my hands to my enormous penis and tried to touch it but my strongest exertion of strength felt more pitiful then even Clarissa's faintest touch. Clarissa saw what I was trying to do and stared down at me with a huge open mouthed smile, relishing in her moment of triumph. She knew it was over, she had complete and utter control over me.

"Awwww, poor baby." she said sweetly,

lowering those big wet lips down to the head of my dick and planting a long, soft, lingering kiss with an audible smack. My dick twitched and pulsed in the air.

I moaned that sounded half like a moan of

pleasure, but half like the whine of a child. I felt those big oily hands wrap around me again. This time she slid slowly up to the tip of my dick, opened a gap between her middle and ring finger, and slid my length back down between them, squeezing me between her knuckles. Her hand ever so slowly passed all the way back up and she grabbed my head like a doorknob, passing her fingers over the top and sliding it between her pointer and middle finger this time, once again squeezing it between her knuckles on the way down. All the while she searched my face, noticing when I cringed, when I shuddered, observing my look of pleasure and extreme frustration.

Her body was still breathtaking. My eyes scanned

her bulging curves as she stroked me and teased me, knowing that her pace was too slow to make me come. Her hand would stop stroking me and slide her fist around just the head for a while before sliding me back down between her two knuckles. She pursed her lips down at me and whispered "Boohoo’s and "Ahhhh"s, making "O" shapes with her lips and parting them seductively. Sometimes she would slide her tongue across her lips, wetting them and making them shine.

"I did this to Sparky for 2 and a half

hours once." She announced, like it was some form of accomplishment rather than sadistic sexual torture. I was quickly beginning to fully understand how and why Sparky had a heart attack and died. I pondered if I might share a similar fate.

"Stah.... Puh..." I choked on my own


"Huh?" she joked in her high pitched


"Stah... Puhh... Puh... Lease..." I

uttered pathetically.

"Hrmmm..." she pondered with a finger

to her lips, stopping her ministrations.

"What is it, Mitch? Do you want to cum? Is

that it?" she asked innocently.

Allowing me the grace of recovery, it began to

be easier to speak.

"Please, I don't want to get smaller."

I whined.

Clarissa rolled her eyes, "Oh please, it's

a LITTLE late for that don't you think? Besides, you won't shrink much more after this time. I would make you smaller if I could, but I don't know how yet." she spoke in her girlish voice.

The words "yet" struck me, but I tried

to stay on target, not knowing how long she would have mercy on me.

"Please, please don't make me cum." I


"Newp, soon you'll be begging me to make

you cum." she quipped.

"You bitch!" I yelled, furious with my

tormenter. The strange thing was she didn't seem the slightest bit offended. In fact she seemed pleased with my words as her mouth cracked into a toothy grin.

My body shook as her hand descended on me once

again, torturing me with her slow knuckle masturbation. I heard the sound of oily skin contact as her huge hand squished and squeezed my seemingly giant head and shaft. She gripped almost the entire shaft in her hand and began rubbing her thumb back and forth right underneath the underside of my head.

"Beg me, Mitch. Beg me and I might let you

cum." she whispered sexily.

"No!" I yelled with effort.

"Suit yourself." she said

apathetically, her hand began pumping faster and faster and faster until it was almost a blur as it passed up and down my dick.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit." I thought

to myself, cringing at what I knew was about to happen.

"Fuh... K..." I whined, feeling my

orgasm teetering already, then the hand slowed down to its slow knuckle technique.

"UUUuuuuuuugggghhhhhhhhrrr!" I gritted

through my teeth, having been denied orgasm once again.

Once again the oily hand sped up against me to a

super fast pace, stopping just seconds after it started, slowing down once again.

"Hhuuuuuuurrrrrrr!" I grunted, feeling

my orgasm teeter on the edge then be brought back by her withdrawal.

Clarissa's head lowered to my dick and her

tongue slipped out between her lips and pressed itself down against her chin like a little girl showing you what she had ate as she eyed me with evil intentions. She lowered her mouth so that it was inches away and then gave me one big long slow lick from my balls to my head before she once again withdrew.

"Ffffffffuuuuuuuuccccckkkk!" I

screamed at the top of my lungs. Clarissa laughed hysterically, fully coming to realize her power over me.

"Beg me, Mitch. Beg me and you can have it

all. You can cum anywhere you want, I'll even let you choose. Just beg me to let you cum." she commanded, looking down at a facial expression that dared me to defy her.

"Never, Bitch!" I yelled, making her

crack another big smile.

Once again her head lowered down and gave me

another slow lick all the way up my shaft and balls. Then her tongue lapped at my enormous testicles, bouncing and juggling them before sliding all the way up my shaft once again.

The timing she had down. It was almost too

perfect. I felt my cock twitch and pulse as I thought she might have accidently pushed me over the edge, but my penis stopped and nothing came out of the head. I lay on the bed panting, my breathes reminded me of when I had to run the mile in high school.

"Stop... Please... Stop..." I pleaded.

She just shook her head playfully before her tongue slid against me once again, this time stopping at my head to undulate sexily against it. My orgasm approached and she withdrew with a seductive smile.

"Rrruuuuhhhh!" I screamed.

This was too much, I grunted and groaned as she

denied me release again and again and again. Eventually I caved.

"FINE!" I gasped, feeling her tongue

on me again. "Let... Me..." I panted, "Cum! Puh... Lease..."

Clarissa's head lifted up and beamed down at me

in utter and complete joy, a twisted look in her eye as she began to pant herself. I saw the nipples penetrate her bra and shirt as they stiffened.

"Ooooooohhh." she moaned softly.

"But you have to beg me, Mitch! Beg me!" she breathed, easing off my penis to allow me to talk.

"I'm... Begging you... Please let me cum. I

don't care where, just let me come." I cried like a kid in a toy store doing his best to get its parents to buy a toy, only sounding even more desperate.

"Tell me you're helpless." She

commanded, her breasts heaving with her increased arousal, causing her chest to rise and fall more heavily as she looked down at me from her position at my side.

"I'm helpless." I stated plainly.

"Tell me that you're so so weak and

helpless and that you NEED me to get you off." she commanded.

"I'm so so weak and helpless and I need you

to get me off." I responded indefinably.

I would have cursed the grave of my fallen

ancestors if she had asked me to.

"Tell me you would do ANYTHING for me to

make you cum." she commanded.

"I would do ANYTHING for you to make me

cum." I responded.

"Tell me you'll be my plaything forever and

ever." she ordered.

"I'll be your plaything for ever and

ever." I reluctantly replied.

I saw the weight of those tremendous breasts

slide gently towards me, bringing them even closer to my head as she brushed her blond hair back behind her shoulder, providing me a better view.

"So... Mitch..." she whispered, a

finger tracing down her neck across her cleavage slowly and sexily. I lay there stunned in silence.

"Where is it you want to cum? Hrmmm?"

she asked softly in her high pitched voice, her finger now sliding in between those bulging breasts. I watched aghast as her cleavage swallowed her finger before it slid slowly back out, then back in, then back out, then back in. out, in, out, in. All this while she arched her back a big beside me.

"I... think..." I began, my eyes glued

to her finger.

Staring at me intently, her finger slid up her

neck, across her cheek and slid up across her lips that pouted before opening slightly to allow her big tongue to slide out across her finger before she stuck it into her mouth. Sucking on her finger, she gave me a mock look of ecstasy as she pulled it slowly back out, making loud sucking noises as she did.

"What's it gonna be, Mitch?" she asked

throatily as she lifted her skirt up far below my feet showing me her thick tanned thighs underneath, rubbing her palm up and down them.

"You can cum anywhere on my body. ANYWHERE.

All you have to do is say where." she whispered, sliding her palms up her stomach and across her chest, giving her right breast a hearty squeeze, cooing in pleasure.

"Your," I gulped "Breasts."

There was no response, she only grinned and slid

her bosom across the bed the short distance it took for it to be upon me. I stared in awe as they appeared to get bigger and bigger until they brushed against my side.

"Oooohh." I moaned in pleasure as the

brushed against me, sliding across my body slowly until I felt the material on my tremendous penis.

Feeling my orgasm build quickly, it began

approaching even faster as I felt her flesh squashing against me through the material of her bra and shirt. Clarissa pushed her chest up into my dick, flattening her breasts against me, pressing my member up against my torso hotly. She began humping me with her chest ever so gently, making sure not to put too much weight on me, but she still felt really really heavy. As she fell into a slow gentle roll on top of me, my orgasm was already approaching the level she had pushed me too time and time again earlier. I began to cringe thinking she might pull away again.

"Ohh, God. Clarissa, you're sooo big,"

I moaned, feeling my engorged dick sliding against the slick soft material of her shirt and against the bare flesh of her cleavage that engulfed me.

"Huuuuuuu..." I whined, on the verge

of orgasm.

It didn't take more than 30 seconds and Clarissa

never sped up, she knew she wouldn't have to. I let go of everything in the center of her heaving clothed bosom.

"Aaaaarrggghhhh!!!" I screamed on the

top of my logs, feeling what had to have been the most explosive orgasm she had ever given me due to the fact that she had built me up for so long. Since the head of my dick was at my sternum, some of the semen sprayed up and splattered on my chin, face and chest as it spewed between her rolls. As her weight pressed back down against me, her tits would engulf it, causing the goo to splatter on her chest. Then as she lifted up again to roll into me with her gentle ministrations, more cum leaked out onto my chest, then she engulfed it again. I felt the material of her shirt get wet with my hot stick goo as she continued to work me so softly with the tremendous weight of her chest, coddling and comforting me the whole way through.

"There we go. That's it. Just like that.

Doesn't that feel better? All you had to do was ask." she cooed down at me in a baby doll voice.

I sputtered and spat semen from my mouth as my

face was substantially covered with it. It was really nasty, but I was lost in so much pleasure as I spasmed against the expanse of Clarissa's tits, I didn't care.

The large heaving chest that was pressed into me

finally slid down my legs as Clarissa's huge tongue began lapping at all the semen that had shot up at me. I felt her tongue on my face, wetting it as the rough, but tender tool cleaned me off. As it slid down my chin and onto my chest, I felt it growing bigger. I felt all of Clarissa growing bigger against me as I shrank. The flowers on the sheets expanded, the pillows rose above me a little higher. Despite my massive orgasm, I didn't feel like I shrank too much that time, believing myself to have finally reached my smallest size made possible by the Trexiclin 520.

I was still spasming in pleasure as Clarissa's

tongue continued to clean me off lovingly. Her mighty tongue slid up and down my shaft to make sure I was extra clean before she rose her torso up into the air, sitting on the bed. I was in awe as her massive form was raised above me and she looked down at me over her incredible bosom that was coated and caked with my load. There was a huge wet spot on her shirt, and her naked cleavage was glistening. Clarissa seemed to notice me looking and arched her back, stretching her arms into the air, allowing me to stare. I was simply taken by her, her size was simply awe inspiring.

"You're such a good little boy. Look at the

nice big mess you made." She pointed out, squeezing her breasts together.

I lay there breathing, feeling absolutely

fantastic. My cock was finally deflating and I looked forward to being able to move my limbs again.

"You REALLY like looking at them don't you

Mitch? I can tell." she whispered, lowering herself back down on her side, placing those breasts inches away from me so that they filled my vision. I stared down at them without a thought, watching them rise and expand, still shining with my juices.

"That's right. Stare at them. I like

that." she whispered, her hands petting my tiny head softly like a cherished pet.

"We're going to do this all the time Mitch.

All day, every day. I'm going to play with you and make you cum all over my body. Sometimes I'll let you even choose where, but I like to be the one in control." she informed me in her high pitched voice with her fingers playfully sliding across her bust line.

"Yeah look at that. They're so big aren't

they? And you're so tiny. So so tiny." she continued.

"Think you could fit in between them now?

Are you tiny enough?" she asked, pressing my body towards her as if to judge its size.

As she compared my body to them, I saw she very

well could wrap them around me, although they would cover my entire torso, shoulders and thighs, my knees would be hanging out from the bottom and my head peaking out the top.

"Almost... but I could definitely squish

you between them." she said, squeezing her breasts together right next to me as she said the word "squish."

My cock was now limp and flaccid between my

legs, hanging just about to my knees. I stood up and walked away from Clarissa across the bed, she made no attempt to stop me. Rather, Clarissa's eyes were glued to my body, watching my every movement with excitement. I climbed off the foot of the bed and felt my feet hit the soft carpet as I began to explore her room, walking across the sea of carpet between her bed and the doorway, looking at all the huge furniture.

"Ohhh wow. You look SO cute walking around.

He he." she giggled stupidly.

I looked up at her as she lay back on the couch,

her breasts falling into her as they pointed up towards the ceiling, her knees pointing up into the air causing her skirt to fall into her crotch, exposing her full creamy thighs. Her stomach was so very flat and taught and I felt slight pangs of arousal already coursing through me as I looked at her perfect curves.

I explored her room, walking around, going into

her bathroom and noticing how huge the tiles were beneath my feet. I stood in awe as I looked at how huge the toilet was with it's frilly pink seat cover. Come to think of it, I did have to take a leak, but judging my height to be around 1 and a half feet tall, I couldn't climb up. I walked over to the doorway and reluctantly spoke.

"Ummm. Clarissa?" I asked meekly.

Clarissa's huge face turned from gazing up at the ceiling to look over at me from her position lying on her back on her huge bed, her lips forming a smile.

"I... Uh... Have to pee." I said

pathetically, feeling like the most worthless little existence on the planet.

"Awwwwww, you need mommy to help you?"

she asked in that high pitched voice.

"Mommy will help." she said coyly as

she slowly slid off the bed and her huge legs began to strut towards me, causing the ground to shake and vibrate beneath me.

Her huge sexy body seemed to grow and grow

before me as she approached. I stepped to the side of the doorway and allowed her to enter. I looked up at those huge tanned creamy thighs and underneath her skirt to see those black satin panties that were stretched tautly against her perfect round muscular bottom. Regretting my decision to sneak a peak, I felt myself stiffen further between my legs. My body began to tingle and my knees grew weak.

Clarissa bent at the waist and lifted the toilet

seat effortlessly, her skirt lifting up and giving me a full view of her perfect ass underneath her skirt. I felt the blood rushing back into my dick as my knees gave and I fell to the floor, ashamed at myself.

"Mitch? Are you..." she turned and

looked over at my helpless tiny body on the ground, with a hard on that stretched up to my upper chest, my limbs slightly squirming in attempt to move.

"Awwwwww, you poor thing. Is mommy making

it hard? I didn't mean to. Let me help." she cooed.

I felt my stiff rod pulse as she leaned in

towards me, scooping me up with her huge palm under my thighs, ass and lower back as her other hand took a pointer finger and tickled my chest, coddling me.

"Dooo Jooo Dooo. You're such a cute little

guy, yes you are." she coddled.

I was speechless as my body was whisked around

effortlessly through the air.

"Ok Mitch. Ready?"

"Y... Yes." I managed to gasp.

Then my head swam as the world was turned upside

down, my throbbing erection pointed down into the bowl of the toilet as her hands grabbed my torso and legs, holding me above the toilet.

"Go ahead." she told me.

I had to take a leak so bad, but it was difficult

with this huge she giant holding me in her grasp upside down. I concentrated and felt a bit trickle out and then stop.

"Ooohhh good boy. That's it, go ahead

little guy." she encouraged me. Finally, I relaxed and my urine began to flow. I heard it falling into the toilet below as she did all the aiming for me. Soon I was empty and filled with relief as the world uprighted itself once again. Cassandra's face seemed as big as a billboard as it was held inches away from mine, coddling me.

"Good little boy. You know what we do to

good little boys?" she asked in her high pitched tone.

I shook my head side to side as I sat in her

giant soft palm, frightened to death with my erection beginning to wane.

I stared in horror as her tongue slipped out between

her lips and licked all the way around her lips in a slow long circle as she eyed me hungrily. I didn't even have time to protest as her hand lifted me up towards her mouth, her warm plush lips wrapping around me lovingly.

"Uuuunnnnnnhhhhh!" I moaned as she

mouthed me up and down for a while. Clarissa carried me around the room as she let my stiffness sit in her mouth, her tongue lapping at me ever so gently. She walked over to her dresser and I saw the world rushing past at seemingly lightning speed as I lay back against her huge palm, coursing with pleasure. I heard a couple clicks and a music box started, playing a sweet twangy him that resounded throughout the room, filling it with a loving atmosphere.

"Huurrrr Hurrrr Rurrrr." she hummed

and mouthed aggressively, causing my dick to vibrate as she lapped and sucked at it. I came in no time, she just held me in her mouth as she carried me about, fishing out clothes and seeming to do chores with her free hand while she let me twitch and pulse in her warm wet mouth. I felt entirely drained. Finally, a minute or so after I had fully deflated, Clarissa set me on the couch as she began undressing.

I gawked at her outrageous curves as she

unbuttoned and pealed off her shirt with her back to me. I ogled the huge wide bra-strap that wrapped around her back as she began undoing her skirt and let it drop to the floor to step out of it. My eyes felt like they were popping out of my sockets as I stared at her in that black underwear. She reached behind her and undid her bra, letting it drop to the floor. I could see the sides of her oversized bosom from behind her before she crossed her arms over them and turned around.

My breath was speedy and my chest was rising and

falling rapidly as I looked up at this teenage sexpot that was topless with her arms covering her massive chest, which spilled all around. She took a step towards me and spoke.

"I've gotta take a shower Mitch, don't move

a muscle." she commanded before turning around and bending over to pick up her clothes, releasing her hands from her breasts as she bent over and gave me a gut-wrenching display of her taut ass as it was thrust into the air with bent knees. I felt like my eyes were going to roll into the back of my skull as I attempted to catch a hint of nipple as her breasts heaved and wobbled as she bent back up. She held her clothes up to her chest as her hips and ass bobbed from side to side as she waltzed into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

I collapsed back against the bed, my head still

spinning from that display. I needed a breather to recover from that, thinking that I might never be able to shake those images from my mind for the rest of my lifetime. Needless to say I was entirely caught off guard when the bathroom door swung back open with Clarissa still holding her clothes to her chest. She let them go and they fell to the ground, fully exposing her huge massive naked chest for me to ogle.

"Actually, do you wanna join me?" she

asked innocently.