brarider:“Well aren’t you coming little boy?” Grace turned around to say, her larg
brarider:“Well aren’t you coming little boy?” Grace turned around to say, her large curvy body looking enormously inviting. I knew full and well that if I entered that plane, filled to the brim with thick busty women, that I’d be theirs for good. No amount of will-power could keep me from succumbing to their charm and letting them steal my size. They’d make me submissive to their every need and desire, I’d be unable to think or act for myself. I’d dwindle before them, and would be stepping off the plane (or more than likely, carried off) a shadow of my current size. They’d walk off bigger, bustier, prettier, more confident, more goddess-like and I’d be like a pet to them. And at this moment, staring at Grace’s ass and gorgeous face as her pheromones poured towards me, there was nothing I wanted more. I followed her up the staircase, my face basically in her ass, as I wondered how small I’d come out on the other side of this 16 hour flight… -- source link