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Thomas felt like he was rooted to Mia’s smooth body beneath him, as if he was magnetically attracted to the perfect alabaster contours of her curves. A moment before, upon feeling the incredible orbs of her already-large tits beginning to widen and expand underneath his shrinking hands, Thomas had panicked, and tried to get up off his dominant boss. But Mia had been too quick for him, and she had seized his hands in hers and held them to her breasts, forcing Thomas to rub and massage the jasmine and chamomile oil deep into her immaculate breast flesh.
“Deeeeeper, Thomas,” she was cooing at him, her eyes wide and powerful as they stared up at him, “Come on, I want you to rub that oil deeeeeeep into these big tits here. What’s the matter? Why are you trying to get away? Don’t you want my tits to be bigger?”
Thomas knew that the answer was an immediate and unquestionable “YES,” but he was already feeling overwhelmed by the situation — taking advantage of his collar and leash, Mia had whisked him away like a dog to the Burgundy Room, and now, by the light of the dozens of flickering, scented candles, he was engaged in the process of growing her even bigger, even though, in her bare feet, she was already 5’9 and much larger than him. He was 5’6, but now, he doubted whether he was even that tall anymore. For the last twenty seconds or so, Thomas was sure that he had felt himself shrinking, as his hands grew smaller and smaller against the inexorable, swelling surge of Mia’s tits.
“Ohhhh yeahhhh, you do,” Mia cooed up at him, ruffling his hair with her sweet breath as she exhaled in arousal, “I can see it in your eyes, Thomas. You just can’t WAIT to make me bigger — by giving your size to ME. I can feel it, Thomas…I can feel my big body sapping your size already. Can you feel it, Thomas? Tell me, I wanna know.”
“Y-Yes,” Thomas croaked, nodding. He simply didn’t know what else he could say. Mia had him in a dog collar, and then a leash, and now a specialized black leather harness that was attached to his raging erection that was in no danger of going away. Mia had already given him the opportunity to try and escape the harness simply by losing his erection, but Thomas hadn’t been able to manage even that. He was too hopelessly aroused, and she knew it.
“Yes,” Mia breathed up into his face. “I know you want to make me bigger, Thomas. It’s because you’re a secret little sub, aren’t you? You’ve been one all your life, and only now, when I draw it out of you, are you beginning to finally understand. I saw it the moment I laid eyes on you, Thomas…Mmmmmm, haha oh I know that you disguised it well, and it certainly helped that you were 6’5. That absolutely helped you disguise it. But I could see right through the facade, Thomas. Ohhhhh yes — and now, there’s not even a facade to see through! Look!”
Still lying on her back, on the yoga mat, Mia spread her arms out, indicating for Thomas to have a good look at his own body compared to hers now. He had been so mesmerized by her big, perfect, squishy tits, and by her smooth, slippery, perfect skin, that he had briefly lost himself in her body without taking his own into account. Staring down at her tits now, he was shocked to see that his hands looked smaller than ever compared to them — it was almost ridiculous. He had never seen a bigger or more perfect pair of breasts in his entire life. It couldn’t have just been the soft candlelight, or the sexy warm glow of the oil slathered on them…no, they really were that big, that perfect. Thomas was so entranced by them that he didn’t even realize that his mouth had literally dropped open, and that he was just sitting there on top of her big body, gawking at her tits. Only Mia’s gentle laughter interrupted his reverie:
“Hahaha ohhh Thomas, you really can’t help yourself, can you? You’re not even trying to resist anymore!”
“Oh I–I, uhh…s-sorry!” he stammered, lowering himself back to the task at hand. Mia smiled and watched him steadily, kneading and massaging the jasmine and chamomile oil into her breasts. Thomas could still feel, with each press of his body into hers, that she was sapping his size, bit by bit, in a slow, inexorable exchange that was making him more aroused by the moment. In his mind, he had already surrendered. Of course she was right…he was hopelessly aroused by the thought of being smaller than her, of being submissive to her, of wanting her to dominate him and tease him with her thick curves, to rub up on him with her slick, immaculate skin, and to milk his cock with her big hands, or her full, squirming thighs, all while she stared deeply into his eyes, relishing in the reality of her owning him, possessing him, as her own.
“Uuuugghhhh!”
An involuntary moan escaped Thomas’s lips as his hard cock lurched in its bonds. Mia’s leather contraption had made it so that the harder he got, the more it pulled and strained against his collar. In a bizarre way, his cock was pulling his head down, while at the same time, his head was pulling his gorukle escort cock up. It was a painful and disorienting experience, and for a moment, Thomas was distracted from the reality of Mia’s continued growth. She was still expanding and swelling beneath him.
“Awwww, is my little puppy getting uncomfortable?” she cooed, her eyebrows going up in mock-concern. “I don’t know why it’s so difficult for you, Thomas — all you have to do is let your little cock go soft, and it’ll fall right out of its prison. That’s all you have to do, hahaha! It’s so simple! What’s wrong, Thomas? Can’t you do that?”
Thomas gritted his teeth, trying hard to concentrate. Mia knew full well that he couldn’t just become un-aroused like that, especially when he was on top of her naked body like this, rubbing oil into her smooth skin as she got bigger and bigger underneath him.
“Hahaha oh I’m so mean, aren’t I?” Mia teased, abruptly sitting up. Thomas was surprised by this sudden action, and tumbled backward onto the mat. His legs were kicking in the air for a few moments, causing Mia to put her hand over her mouth to stifle another laugh.
“Tell you what, Thomas,” she declared, “I think you’ve rubbed enough oil on me for now.” Her eyes narrowed as she peered down at Thomas’s collar. “Haha, wow,” she chuckled, halfway to herself, “Looks like I’ve got to…yeah…” And reaching down, she tightened Thomas’s collar a few notches. He had shrunk enough to the point where his collar had literally become loose on his neck.
“Mmmmm, I’d SO want to measure you right now,” Mia purred down at him, “But not yet! We’ve gotta play a little game first!”
“A…a game!?” Thomas asked, bewildered. He still felt like he was struggling to extricate himself from the spell of those huge, glorious, oil-slicked tits that were gently swinging back and forth in the panorama of his vision.
“Mhmmmm, yes…a game,” came Mia’s soft voice in his ears. He felt the soft yet authoritative force of her long finger sliding under his chin. “Hey — eyes up here, little pet.”
Even though he and Mia were both sitting down, it was clear now that she was substantially bigger and taller than him. The top of his head was even with her eyes, and if he stared forward, he was looking directly into the middle of her long, alabaster neck. But of course, per her gentle order, he was now staring up into her dark eyes. For several long moments, Mia said nothing; she just stared down at him dominatingly, the barest hint of a smirk on her face, as she surveyed her pet. Thomas didn’t know how much she had grown, or how much he had shrunk, but up until that moment, he had never felt smaller or more overpowered in his life. And Melissa was doing it all without even saying a word.
“So this game,” she continued, finally letting his chin go after the long seconds had passed by, “Is very simple. And it’s fun! Fun for you, and fun for me! See, all that happens is that I lay back down there on the mat, and you, Thomas…you have to crawl up my body, starting at my feet, going up my legs, my torso, and all the way to my face…and then, once you reach my face, you’ve won! And that means that you can kiss me.”
“I…I can kiss you!?” Thomas blurted out, not even caring how submissive it made him sound.
“Mmmm yessss,” intoned Mia playfully, “And I can tell that idea excites you. Haha, it excites me too, Thomas…and remember, it’s all about the journey!”
Winking at him knowingly, Mia laid back down face-up on the mat. Thomas was sitting at her feet, watching her wiggling her sexy toes playfully at him. He felt a little confused — what exactly did she mean by “it’s all about the journey?” That didn’t really make much sense to him. But he was too distracted by her big, sexy body lying there, and by the prospect of actually getting to kiss her, to worry too much about it.
*Mwwwah* *Mwwwah*
Mia was kissing the air sexily, indicating that Thomas should start crawling up her body. Taking a deep breath, and trying not to strain his cock too much in its bonds, he began crawling up her smooth legs. Underneath him, he felt Mia flexing her calves, which had the effect of hardening her muscles against his cock. Mia’s physique was curvy, rather than being overtly muscular, but the feel of her hard muscles underneath the padding of her feminine flesh told Thomas what he already knew — Mia was strong. Thomas grit his teeth in concentration and crawled his way up past her knees, feeling her full, large thighs underneath him now. Just as she had done with her calves, Mia began playfully flexing her quads underneath him, first her left then her right, and back and forth, and back and forth again. With each flex, Thomas could feel his body rocked slightly to the opposite side. Mia was showing him just how powerful her legs were; she could manipulate his entire body, using only her legs.
And, just then, he felt his cock get caught up in between her thighs. Without warning, Mia had squeezed them shut, right bursa görükle escort after Thomas had slipped a little into the chasm that had opened up between her legs. Mia’s soft laughter floated tantalizingly to his ears:
“Hahaha oh nooooo, what happened, Thomas? Did you get stuuuuuck? Are you trapped?”
Thomas was breathing heavily now, and he tried to position his hands such that he could push himself off her thighs, freeing his cock from its prison. But as Thomas tried to accomplish this, Mia simply squeezed her big thighs together harder, and to make matters worse, she started gyrating her thighs back and forth, back and forth, like pistons in an engine. She was mercilessly milking his cock with her legs, and Thomas, who had already been quite on edge before, was now so sexually distressed that he let out a pitiful, moaning whine, that almost sounded like he was about to start crying…and he was.
“Awww, my little pet’s having a hard time, isn’t he?” Mia intoned gently, her soft tone belying the mocking cut of her words. “What, doesn’t he like the feeling of his little cock being trapped in between my biiiiig thighs? Hmmmm? Doesn’t he like it when I ooooo…ooooo…oooooooo, when I massage him with my legs like that?”
Thomas was at his wit’s end; his entire body was shaking and heaving, covered in sweat, and he was about to explode all over Mia’s thigh when she suddenly stopped gyrating her thighs, and instead clamped down hard on his poor cock, preventing him from cumming.
“Ggggyyyyyuuuuugghh!” Thomas cried, falling face-forward down onto the slick, meaty top of Mia’s thighs. His lungs were burning, and he lay there panting desperately for several moments, trying to catch his breath, with Mia’s laughter hanging in the air over his head. Of course, after the hot fog of his robbed orgasm passed away from the forefront of his mind, Thomas realized what Mia was doing. So this is what she had meant by “the journey.”
*Mwah* *Mwah*
She was kissing the air again, bidding him to continue crawling up her body. Thomas resolved to outlast the adversity — it would be worth it when he finally reached those beautiful, full, plush lips of hers. He felt her thick thighs relax, freeing up his cock, implicitly encouraging him to continue on his journey.
‘She’s just playing with me,’ Thomas reassured himself, ‘But she’s gonna let me get there eventually, I know it…she thinks I’m weak…she thinks I can’t make it, but I’ll show her that she’s underestimating me!’
Taking a deep breath (which made his head swim a little, since the air in the Burgundy room was so thick with the scented smoke of the innumerable flickering candles), Thomas began crawling up Mia’s glorious, slick body once again. He could feel the gentle, yet powerful heaves of her breath underneath him, and it was hard not to lose himself in the softly undulating flesh of her stomach.
“Mmmm, come on little slave, come on,” Mia purred out into the air, “You’ve got this…I know you can do it…I know you can make it…*Mwah* *Mwah*…come on Thomas, just a little more, just a little further…”
He was at her breasts now. The sound of something slippery sounded out in his left ear…was Mia about to rub more oil on herself!? Thomas reminded himself not to get distracted from his goal, and he kept on crawling. Mia’s breasts looked bigger than ever, and as he passed them, he wasn’t able to avoid gawking at how much his comparatively little hands sunk into them, to the point where they halfway disappeared.
*SLAP*
Mia’s big hand came down on Thomas’s back, forcing him facedown in between her tits, so that his head and neck were poking out of the top of them. She had definitely oiled up her hand, because the air was now full of the slick, sexy sounds of her rubbing the oil all over his back.
“Ohhhh yeah,” she cooed down at Thomas, lifting her head up ever-so-slightly so she could grin at him, “There we go, Thomas — join in the oily fun, hahaha!”
Quite apart from the primal pleasure of feeling Mia’s big hand massage oil into his back, Thomas realized that something else was happening. Mia’s big tits felt like they were growing and expanding around him, and at the same time, his head and neck were sinking down, down into them as they grew. It didn’t take Thomas long to understand what was happening: thanks to the oil she was massaging into him, Mia was stealing even more of his size! Smaller and smaller he shrunk, until his head was entirely caught up in between her tits.
“Oops, but you were getting so close, Thomas!” Mia teased, her velvety voice booming around his ears through the slick flesh of her big tits, “What happened? You went backwards, haha!”
Thomas struggled to get his bearings, and managed to pop his head out from between those huge breasts. He wasn’t going to let her beat him…he was going to win the game and claim his prize at her lips. But apart from the obvious drawback of stealing his size, Mia wasn’t making the game any easier for him. She pressed her breasts up together, squishing them around the top of Thomas’s body, and gyrating them side to side. He was painfully aware of the effect this had on his erection, and he felt his loins beginning to lurch and sputter, a telltale sign of an impending orgasm. Thomas knew that he wasn’t to cum without Mia’s express permission, and yet, because of the dizzying extent of her domination over him, it was almost out of his hands at this point. He collapsed down on her chest, his raging cock pressing back down into the slippery pillars of her thighs, and he moaned out in desperate, carnal, obscene agony.
“Ohhh NO you don’t!” came Mia’s sharp but playful retort, and the next thing Thomas knew, his moans had morphed into heaving, pleading sobs. Mia had once again clamped her big thighs down around his cock and squeezed them together tightly, preventing him from cumming. As much as Thomas cried and protested, there was nothing he could do to escape Mia’s powerful thigh-vice. Out of crazy, primal instinct, he actually tried humping the space in between her thighs, but it was a hopeless endeavor. There WAS not space in between Mia’s thighs, not when she was squeezing them together like this. And there wasn’t any question at this point, that her legs were not only much bigger than his, but much stronger as well.
“Heheh, don’t think I smell my little pet’s cum bubbling up in those precious little balls!” Mia teased. She slathered still more oil on her big hand, and proceeded to gently rub and massage Thomas’s balls, and the base of his trapped cock. Thomas was still panting out desperately like an animal from having his orgasm denied, but even in the midst of these overwhelming feelings, he detected something new. As Mia rubbed down his package with the oil, he could feel his body shrinking…there was no question of that…but at the same time, he could actually feel his cock and balls growing.
*Sllloooooop*
The wet, slick sound of Mia pulling Thomas’s cock out from between her thighs sounded out into the air, and he wasn’t even able to inhale a breath before the warm, smooth grip of her oiled-up hand was squeezing up and down his shaft, rubbing and prodding and poking and pulling on it with a loving, dominant insistence that drove him wild. He felt still more size draining out of the rest of his body, and going straight down to his cock.
“Is my little pet going to hold his cum in?” Mia asked him sweetly. “Is he gonna do what his Mistress Dom tells him to do? Hmmmmm?”
“Y-Yes!!” gasped Thomas, nodding his head in the middle of Mia’s big tits.
“Does he remember that his cock…and his balls…and aaaaaaall his cum belongs to his Mistress Dom?” Mia persisted, now performing a series of sexy, undulating stomach rolls that had the effect of massaging and tantalizing Thomas’s entire midsection.
“Yes!!” he cried.
“And of course, he hasn’t forgotten the goal of our fun little game, now, has he?”
“N-No!” he breathed out forcefully, “No, I…I h-haven’t forgotten!”
“Mmmm, well good, then!” Mia purred sexily, finally letting his cock go. Thomas was so unimaginably hard now that he could literally feel the heavy force of his cock pulling his neck down, since it was attached by that leather strap to his collar. Without skipping a beat, Mia sat up slightly, brought her hands down to his neck, and tightened his collar still further.
“So get a move on, little tiger!” she cooed, pursing her lips once more as she laid herself back down. “I can’t wait to see how short you’ve gotten!”
Thomas could have easily contemplated how much he had shrunk — and how much Mia had grown — but by now he was utterly transported by lust. A ravenous desire to kiss Mia had now taken control of his mind and body, and with a desperate, animalistic grunt, he resumed crawling up her oiled skin to her face. It was harder than ever, since he was now confined to a permanent crouch because of the leather contraption around his neck and cock, but never had he been more determined. Mustering up everything he had, he waddled awkwardly between Mia’s breasts, up her chest, and then — triumph! He was there! He had made it to her mouth! There, right underneath his trembling form, were her luscious lips.
*Mwah* *Mwah* *Mwah*
They kissed the air between them, and Thomas breathed out in tremulant arousal as he bent down to receive his reward. But right as his lips were about to touch hers —
*Tug*
Martha’s huge hand had wrapped around his cock, and was again slathering it all up with oil, tugging it with the same gentle, insistent playfulness. Thomas found himself shrinking down, down, down, away from Martha’s lips, which had parted in delight.
“Nyyyyuuuughhh!” moaned Thomas in despair, mouthing at the air as he shrank down smaller and smaller, away from her lips. Mia’s soft, full laughter filled his ears.
“Hahahaha, ohhhhh soooo close, little slave!” she cooed, “You got sooooo close, but oh no! You just started getting smaller again! Awwwww, poor little baby! You were already so small to begin with when you came in here, but now…my goodness, it’s going to be a little ridiculous, I think, when we’re standing next to each other!”
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