stevebasiclovestheworld: stewybooks:She held Scott effortlessly above her as she lay on the bed. &
stevebasiclovestheworld: stewybooks: She held Scott effortlessly above her as she lay on the bed. He could see right down her gray cotton tanktop, her massive tits oozing cleavage as far as the eye could see. From his shrunken perspective, they were unthinkably large. She was toying with him. He had become her plaything, her entertainment, her slave. “They are all gone. All of them. They all think you’re dead Scott.” she spoke ominously, biting her lower lip awkwardly as she held him up above her. His eyes drank in the impossible beauty of her perfect seemingly super enlarged form. She was gigantic to him. She dropped him nonchalantly and he fell into the softness of the bed with a soft *thud*. Scott quickly scampered off the bed and dropped to the floor, his instincts driving him to get away from her, though there was nowhere to go. He was trapped in her bedroom. He ran all the way across the carpet until he was banging his fists on her bedroom door to no avail. *Thump* *Thump* *Thump* *THUMP* *THUMP* her footsteps thumping loudly on the floor as she walked towards him, towering above him, speaking down at his shrunken form all the while. “You’ve been missing for so long now. The cops have all probably given up by now. No one is coming for you. It’s just you… and me now…” she continued, her face twisting in a strangely unique expression that made Scott so uncomfortable. This woman was unbalanced. She was not at all healthy. Nobody that was right in the head would ever say such things. She was obviously obsessed with controlling him. She wanted to control him on the deepest level, and she was accomplishing that in full. Scott wondered how far she could take it. “Jessica… please…” Scott begged as he stood on the carpet before her, only knee high to her now. She had cornered him, his back against the door. He could feel his voice whimpering in fear, gloom, and sadness. “You can’t…” Scott began, but before he finished what he was going to say (You can't do this to people… You can’t treat them this way) he was interrupted by having his body whisked up into the air at an alarming rate. Jessica handled his body so easily, lifting him up and holding him in front of her massive chest that could smother him so easily now. His vision was completely jarred as Jessica played with him like a doll, shaking him this way and that recklessly, unafraid of causing him any harm. His body was jostled roughly this way and that. Jessica held him up and bounced him around, threatening to drop him, and jarring him to the core. “You can’t!” she said mockingly, imitating his pathetically small voice. "You can’t!“ she said again in an even whinier voice. "You can’t!” she repeated again in an even more exaggerated way. All the time there was a fire in her eyes. An obsessed glaze in her gaze that showed Scott just how insane for him she really was. She was infatuated completely. She would stop at nothing to have him, and she had already won the game. Scott was terrified, screaming, moaning, yelling, whining as Jessica tossed him about, jostling him, showing him how tiny he was, how weak he was. Then finally, she stopped. Scott felt dizzy, like he was trying to catch his breath. She held him out in front of her, motionless, just staring at him. She lifted him up, and pulled him closer to her gorgeous face, grinning down at him mysteriously, as if she had secret plans for him. “No…” he whimpered pathetically. "Please don’t.“ She just giggled deeply “Hrmm hrmmm hrmmm”. She was nodding slowly at him, raising her eyebrows suggestively. Her eyebrows began bouncing up and down suggestively, seductively. She was arousing him intentionally now. “It’s so easy for me isn’t it…… Scott?” she told him. “I mean…. LOOK at these…” she pointed out, holding him with one hand around his torso as she used the other hand to pull down her cotton shirt, flashing him the most incredible cleavage he had ever seen. “Look at how BIG they are now. It’s CRAZY right?!?!” she laughed to herself, pulling at her shirt repeatedly, as if fanning herself from the heat, flashing her cleavage again and again and again. *WOMP* He was thrust into her massive tits. She was smothering him in the firmest of hugs. He was drowning in tit-flesh. There was so much soft, firm, squishy, bulging breast meat assaulting him from all sides. He was absolutely overwhelmed. When she pulled him out of her hug, his face was red as an apple. He was completely flushed. And… She couldn’t stop laughing. “Sooooo easy. You are soooo easy.” she repeated, laughing at his tiny erection. “All the windows are locked. I’ve taken ever precaution imaginable.” she pointed out, glancing over at the special locks she had ordered. The house was locked up like a government protected building. It was like she had been planning this for years. It was like she had a college degree in capturing men, shrinking them, making them her slave, and converting a regular house into an inescapable prison. “THERE IS NO ESCAPE DO YOU HEAR ME!!! NONE! NEVER!” She suddenly screamed in his face with mania. Scott’s entire body was quivering in terror. He was moments away from pissing himself though his bladder seemed to somehow hold on. She was so massively huge. All of her. Her tits, her ass, her legs, everything. All of it was so out of proportion, she looked like she had been designed by a computer to be the sexiest thing a male could fantasize about. All of this through some super new chemical drug that was top secret. She used something to shrink him, and another for her to grow. She was probably six feet two inches tall (190cm). In contrast he was the size of a cabbage patch doll, completely and utterly helpless to do anything against her will. She tossed him onto her bed. He plunged through the air and landed with a soft plop. It felt like being tossed into the center of a black widow spider web. It was her nest. And he was her prey. “Bom badda BOM badda BOM badda BOM!” she chanted as she bounced and jiggled towards him, thumping with a loud step every time she said “BOM.” Her tits were jiggling all over the place, heaving and wobbling in a display of erotica that caused Scott’s cock to surge against his will. Despite how turned on he was, the terror never faded. He ran while screaming. It was an uncontrollably reaction that Jessica loved. She loved “catching him” when he ran. And run he did. He didn’t make it to even the edge of the bed before Jessica was upon him, overwhelming him with her size. She was like a cat descending on a mouse. The next thing he knew, he was pinned on the bed, with Jessica’s beautiful face looming above him, her lovely long hair cascading around him, and the most twisted evil grin on her face. “So…. Scott…. right here then?” she asked, pointing to her lips. “Or….. right here?” she asked again, pulling down her shirt and gesturing to her cleavage with her eyes. Scott screamed bloody murder. Her heard his own voice cracking and vibrating against his will as he screamed uncontrollably. “I’m going to milk you all day… every day… for the rest of your life… Scott…” the master. -- source link