stevenbasic: stewybooks: The vibration of my phone made me sweat. There were chills running do

stevenbasic: stewybooks: The vibration of my phone made me sweat. There were chills running down my spine. My sister’s best friend was a total monster, an unbalanced, merciless, sexual tyrant. She had already shrunk me down to just four feet tall (122 cm). I had fled the city to get away from her. Part of me was entirely paranoid that she was tracking my phone, but there was no way she could do that right? Seeing that there was mail from her triggered a bizarre physical response from me, and I walked very slowly into my closet, my body trembling with fear. “Don’t open the mail.” I told myself. “Don’t open it, don’t open it, don’t open it.” I repeated to myself as I felt my fingers doing exactly the opposite, as if they had a mind of their own. Truth be told, I knew it was my penis doing the talking. The moment I looked at it I knew it was a mistake. The picture she had sent me was a selfie of her in a skin-tight gray dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her ass was the size of a truck. Damn damn damn it was huge. No doubt it was my size, my mass, and everything she had stolen from me that had gone to her in all the right places. She was an erotic dream. Shocking me out of my daze of arousal, my phone started vibrating like crazy. “Don’t pick it up, don’t answer… don’t answer, don’t answer.” I told myself. Yet again, my penis willed me to press the green button. The moment I did, I heard her laughing. Her laughter was all-knowing, condescending, and belittling, and yet so charged with feminine tone that it set my dick on fire. “You know what I’m going to do when I get a hold of you… you little MOUSE?!?!” “I’m going to finish what I started.” I heard myself whimpering against my will. I was sure she could hear it through the phone. “I’ve already taken so much of your size. Why not let me finish the job you adorable helpless little nothing.” she rasped. There was definitely something wrong with me. The abuse was causing me to… causing me to… I looked down between my legs. It was hard to see in the darkness of my closet, but I didn’t need to see. I knew I was swelling up between my legs. “It’s happening. Isn’t it you little twirp?!?!” “It always does when I talk to you this way, doesn’t it? Hrmmm?!!?” “Your balls must be getting so angry right now… HAHAHahahahaha!” she laughed louder than would have been considered normal or healthy. “You can’t even hang up… can you?” “You’re addicted to me, just admit it. Stop denying it. Stop hiding. Stop running. Just come to me so I can finish what we started.” I was completely bewildered. I was panicking inside. I was confused, terrified, and so aroused. And worst of all, she was right. I was feeling more and more bloated by the minute. “Awwwww, you poor thing. They’re getting so full aren’t they?” she cooed. “Why don’t you tell me where you are hrmmmm?” “Just tell me where you are so I can come and find you…” “I’ll take… such… good care of you.” “I’ll put your little mouse balls in my mouth, and suck, and suck, and suck, so tenderly. I’ll suck out ALL the juices. You know I will.” I was whimpering louder than ever. “NOoooooo!” I cried into the cellphone. Why wouldn’t I hang up? She was laughing and laughing and laughing at me. Her feminine voice only turning me on even more. “It’s going to happen isn’t it? You’re going to let me talk to you, let me tease you, let me abuse you, until you burst in your little mousy pants. Isn’t that right my little mousy man?” The swelling was becoming unbearable. *click* I hung up on her. *silence* *lingering eerie silence* I could feel myself teetering at the edge. I couldn’t let her win. I can’t believe I had mustered the willpower to hang up on her. I was so proud. And why was I still hiding in the closet? It felt so pathetic. Still struggling, I used every ounce of strength I had to refrain from touching myself. I was hoping beyond hope that I could calm down. Right as I crossed into the threshold of feeling like I could succeed… *Whirr* *whirr* my phone began buzzing. “Noooo…. no no no no nooooooo…” I whined pathetically to myself. She was calling me again. I knew exactly what would happen if I answered the phone. She would send me over the edge in no time with her beautiful sexy alluring voice, and the intensity of her verbal abuse. The fear, temptation, and the urge to answer was so overwhelming. Could I possibly resist this? *Whirr* *whirr* *Whirr* *whirr* *Whirr* *whirr* *Whirr* *whirr* Sound the Alarmz. Stewy + Tumblr = Massive Changes to the Space/Time/Porn Continuum. @stewybooks -- source link
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