stewybooks: “Shit… this cannot be happening…” I was in awe of the reality
stewybooks: “Shit… this cannot be happening…” I was in awe of the reality that was the present moment. Shrunken and tiny, I heard her approaching. *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* Loud heavy footsteps vibrated the floor gently beneath my feet. I knew she was coming. My son’s babysitter. She was so fucking hot. *Thump* *Thump* *THuMP* *THuMP* *THUMP* *THUMP* The moment she came around the corner, entering the living room from the kitchen, my heart skipped a beat. My throat caught. I would have gulped loudly, but my body was stunned by the sight of her. *THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP* *THUMP* Her huge E-cup breasts bounced and jiggled heavily in that tight white t-shirt of hers that had the picture of a mouth on her left breast with the words “bite back.” The loose gray pajamas she wore seemed tight due to the size of her bulging curves. She was an erotic dream. My reaction to seeing her was amplified ten fold by my newly reduced size. I wasn’t all that much taller than her knees. I think the top of my head came half way up her thighs. “Oh my gosh! You’re so cuuuuute Mr.Stevenson!” she boomed with her ultra-feminine and youthful voice that sent surges of electricity straight into my balls. I wanted to run, but it was so overwhelming that I couldn’t. I just watched as her sexy pajama wrapped thighs came moving towards me, full of thick soft flesh full of sexuality. Her footsteps boomed against the ground as she came up to me and bent down to look at me, her breasts looming above me as she grinned down at me, her braces reminding me how young she was, still a teenager. “I… I… I…” I couldn’t even speak. “Yes…” she spoke to me like I was some sort of toddler. “You you you have been a very naughty boy, haven’t you?” she told me. I panicked. Wait, what had I done wrong? I hadn’t done anything wrong. “Always yelling at me when I broke your little rules…” she chastised me, pointing her finger at my face sternly. Oh crap, yup. I remember now. All the times I told her she forgot to do this and that. Perhaps I had been a little bit overly harsh with her and the way she took care of my son. After all, I had been paying her very well. Now I had an overgrown sexual fantasy scolding me as boldly as could be. “Well I’m going to show you what’s what.” she told me with a fierce grin. “But… I’m going to kill you with kindness.” And with that, she picked me up like I was nothing, and laid my chin on her shoulder. My whole torso was pressed into her large heaving soft breast as she squished me into her body, her soft palm cupping my buttocks. She was rubbing my buttocks soothingly as she began bouncing me softly up and down. I felt myself rubbing involuntarily against her, again and again and again. “There there little guy. It’ll all be ok. We’re gonna be good friends you and I. I’ll take SUCH good care of you, you’ll see. I’m gonna kill you with kindness. I’m gonna be SOOO sweet to you.” she spoke soothingly as she kept bouncing and bouncing and bouncing me against her. I felt myself hardening against my will almost immediately. I groaned and whimpered, unable to really reply as she just relentlessly continued. “Oh yeah, that’s nice isn’t it?” “It must feel so soft and so nice, huh?” she encouraged, bouncing me even more enthusiastically. “Is it scary having such a big babysitter that’s soooo big and soooo strong? Strong enough to pick you up and hold you and cuddle you like this?” She just went on and on while bouncing me. I was losing it. “I know, this must be strange for you, having someone so young take control of you, your own child’s babysitter no less…” she added with a feminine giggle, all while bouncing my body up and down up and down up and down against her. “And you’re just completely powerless to stop you aren’t you?” she kept on. I was grunting and moaning. My penis was getting harder and harder, growing in my pants as she rubbed and rubbed and rubbed me against her. “Please…” was all I could manage to get out due to the overwhelming sensations and pleasures she was forcing me to feel. “Please what? Please go faster? Alright.” she teased, bullying me with her sexually developed body, bouncing me up and down even faster. I whined in protest, but it only made her repeat that same feminine giggle. She was enjoying this. I can only imagine how great it must have been for her, having the man that had been giving her orders, paying her, and telling her what to do right in the palm of her hand. She was so big compared to me, she could have beaten me senseless, or even killed me effortlessly. You could tell she had other things in mind though. She wanted to dominate me, and it’s quite possible that she had been dreaming of doing this for quite some time. She was totally getting off on it. “I’ve been fantasizing about this day for soooooo long. The day that I could just pick you up, hold you, and make you feel things… powerful things…” she added,moving me against her even faster. The sensation of her flesh rubbing and pressing into me was becoming far too much for me to handle. I could feel myself right on the edge. “I would NEVER hurt you Mr.Stevenson. I only want to make you feel things, just like you are now. Wow, look at your face. It’s so funny. I’ll bet it’s pretty overwhelming isn’t it? Having me hold you like this?” she giggled and laughed girlishly. *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* I began to beat my fists against her in a last ditch protest, but she only laughed. I thought about biting her, but I just couldn’t go through with it, and the moment passed so quickly do to all the rushing sensations. My penis was hard as a rock, and being rubbed up and down up and down up and down against her smooth white t-shirt. She was relentless. She squeezed me against her even more insistently, her breasts mashing into me. It felt beyond incredible. Her breasts were so big. *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* “I’ll bet that feels so good. Oh yes it does. Oh yes it does.” she spoke to me like I was a baby. That did it. “Oh yes it does. That must feel soooooooooo gooooooooooooood.” she continued without mercy. I was squirting into my pants and groaning. Her feminine giggles echoed above me. The force and pace that she used to force my ejaculation never halting. *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* She began humming gentle soothing maternal hymns to me as she carried me around the house, bouncing me against her. I wasn’t sure if she knew that I had already ejaculated a full load into my pants. I was guessing that some of it must have leaked through onto her shirt, but I couldn’t look since my chin was pressed into the space above her shoulder. She was holding me super firmly with no escape. I felt so much shame. I couldn’t believe that my son’s babysitter had just manhandled me so easily. And the shame of having ejaculated onto her torso just from being bounced up and down against her was all-consuming. “You… you…” I started. She listened. “You shouldn’t have done that…” I whined weakly, my eyes leaking with tears that I was fighting back. She lifted me up off her at an arms length and stared at my crotch, seeing that it was wet with my man juice. Her tongue curled over her braces as she licked her lips slowly and hungrily, apparently extremely excited and satisfied with what she had done to me. “Oh, don’t worry Mr.Stevenson, this is just the beginning. I’m going to do SOooo much more to you.” she said with a grin. And that was when it started. She was getting bigger. Or was I getting smaller? She laid down on her side on the checkered gray and white piece of furniture. Her hands made an “O” of approval with her thumb and index finger as her tongue began to slide against her lips in what was either excitement, or hunger, as she watched me shrink and shrink and shrink, smaller and smaller and smaller. -- source link