bingdingfing: The floor shook as your wife walked into the bedroom. “Honestly, it’s a wo

bingdingfing: The floor shook as your wife walked into the bedroom. “Honestly, it’s a wonder I can get anything done around here with how much trouble you get into.” She crouches down over you, ignoring your reflexive wince. She doesn’t even pay attention to your protests as she plucks snack bag you’d dragged with you from the kitchen hours ago. “No food in the bedroom!” she scolds. She’s so expansive now she doesn’t even register the way her boobs shake in her dress with her vehemence. “That’s how we get insects. If you want to eat, just tell me. It’s not like you don’t enjoy sucking on my tits, baby.” You grit your teeth and make a noise you can’t control. “Oh don’t be like that,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Don’t say you don’t like drinking my milk, honey. I know you do. Remember, how I caught you humping one of my big boobies in your sleep?” “You- you made me do it!” you argue, looking up. It’s a mistake. Her breasts hang pendulously above you, promising heaven like no other. “You put me on top of your chest in my sleep and-” “Well, of course I did that!” she interjects. Your wife adjusts her stance and you see her briefly bite her lip as she pulls down the hem of her dress, a vain attempt to hide her panties. “You’re just so small, baby. Remember how I rolled over in my sleep and didn’t find you until morning? Remember how I found you stuck in between my legs, drenched in my juices. It took you a whole day to heal up honey!” It had. You’d spent the whole day in her cleavage, protected and reminded incessantly of how monolithic she was to you with every breath. You’d barely remembered anything except cumming again and again and again… You shake your head, trying to drive away those memories that keep you up at night. You’re so hard it hurts, but you can’t give in. “I can’t help being so big now. You made me this way. I only picked you up that time and stuck you between my boobs for your own good. I didn’t want to risk losing you again.” “But you knew I’d react like that!” you accuse. “React like what, exactly? React like how you always do whenever you get close to one of my big tits?” One hand came up to grab a handful of her boobs, and the swell of her cleavage was ridiculous, almost torturous with how much it made you want to dive in. “Of course I knew.” The smile she spares you is beatific, and you don’t miss the interest in her eye when she finally notices your erection. “You like this, don’t you?” your wife asks. One hand snakes down to the hem of her dress again, but this time she hooks a finger around the bottom and pulls it up slowly. Creamy, sensual flesh exposes and you can’t stop the keening whine that leaves you. “You like me telling you who’s boss. Who’s in control. Reminding you about how good it feels to be mine.” “I don’t.” Your dick throbs painfully as your wife presses a finger to her panties and pulls away. Her juices soak through the lining and you stare at her finger, shining slick with them. “Honey, what are you doing?” She lowers the finger to barely above your head. Your cock twitches at how close she is, at how near her pussy juices are to you. You can’t stop yourself from standing on your tiptoes, just to get that much closer. “You’re so small,” your wife whispers. She retracts her finger and you stumble, grasping for the greatness of her digit. “And so horny all the time. At first I thought it was you trying to overcompensate, trying to get me horny so I wouldn’t mind taking care of you, baby. I thought you were being silly, because of course I’m not going to mind taking care of my little hubby, not when he can fit right in my enormous boobies and-” You fall to your knees as word after word rams into your psyche. You can no longer resist the urge and begin jerking yourself to her massive voice. Her shadow falls over you once more. Fully, this time. There is no escape. “But you’re really just that horny, huh?” She bites her bottom lip and god you just want to fuck her mouth. Fuck her mouth with your dick and cum on her tongue and have her suck you dry. “You get this horny just from me talking about how big I am now. How small you are.” She pauses and seems to consider something before saying, “Do you like it when I talk about sitting on you, baby? Covering you with my huge ass?” Your whole body twitches at the imagery, and you turn to lie on your back, jerking yourself helplessly. Her boobs hang in your face and you almost cum right there. You don’t know why you don’t. You’re far too past the point of recovery to say no, to deny her. “Do you like it when my boobs just get thiiiis close-” she lowers herself by what’s probably a couple inches to her but feels like a building’s worth of height, “- and jiggle them in your face?” She does so, and you just can’t. Titflesh larger than anything you’d thought possible undulates like the fucking ocean and you lay helpless, watching her. Her boobs slide out of view, carried by the veritable wave of motion that is your wife. Her face takes up the spot where her breasts formerly did and you can see everything. The soft, encouraging smile, the way her eyes track your strokes like she’s stalking her prey… “Do you like when I talk about how much I want to…just…” she blows a kiss down at you and you shudder, gasp, and stop, awaiting the inevitable, “suck your little cock, baby?” Her tongue drifts out, it stops barely a millimeter away from the tip of your penis, but a fucking continent in distance for however much power you have. You thrust up at the air, desperate, but fail. One massive eye winks down at you. She wants you to beg for it. For a moment, you consider resisting. Then you catch on to what the rest of her is dying. While her massive face hovers over you, you can tell, from the vibrations of the floor and the light, breathy gasps she’s releasing against you, something far more fabulous is happening. She has one hand holding her up, and the other has pulled her dress up fully, and dug into her panties. The rhythmic twitching and hand motion she makes tells all. She’s touching herself. Getting off to this. She hasn’t even touched you since she’s walked into the room but she’s dominated this whole conversation. Your whole life. “God,” she whispers, pulling her tongue back to say the words. “Honey, I’m so fucking big. And you…you’re so small.” You instantly stop stroking yourself. Shit. No… “Ah, you like that.” Her smile turned devilish and sinful and fuck. “You’re so fucking tiny. Mine. My shrunken, tiny husband.” You throw your head back, writhing under her words. “And you’re never going to grow back.” She looks down at you with love in her eyes and you fall swear to yourself there’s never been a more beautiful sight. “You’ll be mine, forever. My…teeny…tiny…” You cum then, fall to the rush of power in her voice and the rush of endorphins is overpowering. Your vision swims and as darkness claims you the last thing you hear, barely registering the feel of her hot, wet fingers grabbing hold of you is her voice. “Don’t worry…I know just where to keep you…” _________________ Howdy everyone! Sorry for the delay, I’ve been very busy in real life and very often this blog is used as a sort of way to blow off some steam regarding my Giantess fantasies when I’m not enacting them with my wife. ….okay, yeah I couldn’t resist the urge to brag there. Connect the dots if you will, but recently me and my wife are exploring another aspect of our fantasies, which means I’ll be focusing on the blog a little bit more again! I’m aiming to make quite a few posts over the next few weeks. I’ve gotten some absolutely kickass ides from several people who’ve submitted. This particular one came about because it’s something my wife and I both enjoyed just recently, so I hope it was just as much fun for you as it was for me. I’ll be responding to people as I work through the timelines of submissions. Stay horny folks! -- source link
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